#good on me for having self control i guess (neutral. my self control is too much sometimes)

[fairymint]

the fucking trollish urge that I have to send one of those 'sex starter gif' things, you click to it, and the website says oopsie!~<33 404 this page went missing woopsie byebye!

[ebonysplendor]

Prescription: LOVE (Demo) Review👨‍⚕️💊

TL;DR: I've got a head injury? I'm gonna need a doctor! How's my memory been? It's been fine. Wait, what? I've got a head injury? I'm gonna need a doctor! How's my memory been? It's been fine. Wait, what? I've got a head injury? I'm gonna need a doctor!

Game Link: https://livingslime.itch.io/prescriptionlove

Notable Features: Self-Insert, Yandere LI, gender neutral language, 2 endings Spiciness: 0/5 -- Don't get me wrong, it's not wholesome either, but this is the type of LI that'll make you say "But daddy, I love him!" even though something is clearly off. LI Red Flags: 2/5 -- Gaslighter, obsessive tendencies, overly "medicating" us DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT. HE'S SO SWEET. I CAN FIX HIM.

Wanna know more? Well, let's get into it!

Okay, not gonna lie, this review is long overdue, because I played this like...maybe 3 or 4 days after the initial drop, and here I am, like, 3 weeks later lmao.

Um...okay, you know what? I'm-- I'm not gonna push myself to write an intro this time lol. I mean, since when is it ever good to push yourself? ...Sometimes, the answer is sometimes, but you should never push yourself too hard, ya know? ...I'm getting off track.

I guess I could start by saying how I found this game on a total accident, and holy shit, am I glad that I found this game regardless. It was damn good, and...honestly, a little unnerving at times. Like, I'll tell you more about it later, but let me tell you, one part in particular had me genuinely spooked.

Anyways, before I get too far into my yap session, I'm going to go ahead and tell you about the game -- with as little spoilers as possible, of course. I mean, how would you be motivated to play the game otherwise unless I leave just enough suspense and mystery? Exactly, so allow me a moment to set the scene, and let's get into it.

So, boom.

We wake up...somewhere.

No, like you don't get it. Logically, it's like, duh, hospital, but we have a whole ass IV in our arm, a splitting headache, and it's almost painfully obvious that our memory took a hit, because we don't remember damn near anything, you feel me? We have, what is essentially, a hole where our memories are supposed to be, and the memories that we do have are so fragmented that they doesn't make any sense. Like...what the hell happened, ya know?

At this point, we're making things worse, because we're trying to force ourselves to remember something -- anything -- and our brain is just like "Mmm...nah. How about we panic, though? Let's do that instead." So, we do. We start feeling really anxious because it's like, how do we go from remembering everything one moment, blink, and then just...virtually no memories at all? Like, nothing? Like, we can't even recognize what a hospital looks like or even is.

"Hey, hey, it's okay".

Huh?

Oh! Oh, hello~! Could this be our boyfriend? Fiancé? Husband~?

"I'm Dr. Anselm."

I mean...he didn't say that he wasn't our husband, ya know? :3 Okay, wait, wait, no, stop, don't distract me. Let me get back on track.

Anyways, this tall gentleman helped us regain control of our nerves and informed us that we were perfectly safe and were currently in a hospital. Dr. Anselm basically told us that he has been overseeing our care and that he was the one in charge of our surgery.

...Wait, our fucking what?!

Before we get too freaked out, though, he tells us that we had some kind of accident that involved blunt force to our head which naturally caused a traumatic brain injury. He then tells us that, when we were brought it by the paramedics, we were in need of an emergency operation in order for us to live. Oh, and we had been asleep for two days straight. Well damn...

Imagine not remembering what you even ate for breakfast yesterday -- well, two days ago -- and this random man who claims to be a doctor comes out of the woodwork and tells you that you had brain surgery. If I could just reiterate once more...what the hell happened?!

Even still, admittedly, Dr. Anselm is being super gentle about the whole thing, and it's bringing a good amount of comfort and security, like everything is going to end up okay; he's even going to let us call our family to let them know that we've pulled through and that we're safe...even though, it's a bit off that no one's visited to start with.

No matter though, because it's past curfew anyways, and Dr. Anselm is adamant that we should rest first and call tomorrow. Fair enough. Rest is a part of recovery after all, and we'd rather get our memories back sooner versus later, not to mention that we actually are a little tired. Lmao, now here's when the issues start coming in...

See, we managed to fall asleep, but then the creak of the door woke us up. Now, at first, we're like "Meh, probably the nurses checking in or whatever", but the issue is, remember when I was like we felt a sense of comfort and security from Dr. Anselm? Lmao, this shit was far from comfortable, let alone safe. So, we make the mistake of we look at the door, and in the gap --

Lmao nah, ain't no way. We're hallucinating.

BRO, AIN'T NO FUCKING WAaaaAAAaAaAaaAAaY. WE ARE NOT HALLUCINA-- DoCTOr ANSEeEEeEEEeeeELM!!!!

Bro, we hit that call button so fast, but that thing also ran off just as fast before Dr. Anselm came rushing in. So, naturally, now we look like we're experiencing the side effect of delulu, because we're trying to explain that we saw something that was clearly not there, but it's like...bro, no, we know what the fuck we saw! Like, dude, please do something!

As always, Dr. Anselm's being super sweet and promised that he'd look into it and get someone to check the security cameras. He encourages us to try to go back to sleep so we don't disrupt our recovery, and, oddly enough, we're able to, even after that.

The next morning, comes along, and Dr. Anselm let's us call our folks, like promised, but...no answer. Hurtful, but okay. Dr. Anselm, also like promised, tells us that they checked the security cameras, and there was no one watching us from the door. Great. So, now we're two for two in this bitch. Perfect.

Still, leave it to Dr. Anselm to help us feel better, though, so it doesn't weigh on us too much for too long. He really is our knight in shining...lab coat.

Even though, with all that medicine he's been giving us...

Not to mention, we had this vividly weird dream...

And, sometimes, there's these weird little flickers in his expression when we ask certain questions or say certain things...

Is Dr. Anselm really trying to help us? Or...

...is it benefitting him that we don't know what happened to us?

Then again...

Nah, that's kind've delulu to think. He's done nothing but try to prioritize our health and recovery. We're safe. We can trust him. It the doctor's orders, after all, and he'd know what's best for us.

4 words: I CAN FIX HIM.

No, no, no, no, no, hear me out! I can fix this one! Like, the red flags are there, but I can FIX him! Is he the one that caused us to have a traumatic brain injury? Maybe. Is he over-medicating us? Possibly. Am I gonna overlook all of that? Absolutely. I mean, who cares that I have an intense suspicion that we're not actually in a hospital and that we're just in a basement that's staged to look like a hospital. Who hasn't played doctor before? I ain't gonna fault this man for trying to heal his inner child and playing pretend. Like, honestly? Good for him.

Okay, but no, enough of that. This...was really good! It physically hurts me that this game is not done yet, but I am so excited that this game isn't done yet, because I am anticipating the hell out of what is next to come. The developer really has a strong foundation, and I can only imagine how they're going to build on it.

The pacing is a little slow, but it's not a bad slow! It's literally seeping us into the story, and I honestly feel like the pacing could not have been executed any better than it has been. This flowed exactly how I feel a demo or prologue or intro or whatever you wanna call it should. I just know that whenever there's an update, shit is going to start getting real, and I cannot wait for that!

Let's talk about the environment/atmosphere...ooh bitch. Let me just say this, I can watch all of the horror movies in the world and be totally fine. I can watch let's plays of horror games and read scary stories...but I cannot be in the situation myself. Haunted houses/trails? Playing horror games myself? Shit scares me out of my soul. That being said, that part where it was talking about being watched through the crack of the door? Chills. Fucking chills. I don't know what it was, because that's not anything revolutionary, especially in these yandere games, but for some reason, the way that the dev executed it just hit different. And the art! Like did you see the CG?! Lmao nah, nah, let me remind you. Actually, let me zoom in on it.

Like, what the fuck is thaaaaaaaaat?! (╥ᯅ╥)

I didn't mention this, because I was narrating/summarizing, but I had genuine fear tears when I read through it the first time, and it was somehow worse when I had to grab and attach the screenshots and type through that part. Like, I HATE shit like this, bro! Like, just make it obvious! Don't put faces and figures and shit like that in the darkness and barely out of view to the point where you can't see it unless you focus on it!

I was literally squinting my eyes and reading fast as shit because I wanted to read it, but I wanted to get through it and away from this scene, but I also wanted to prep myself for a possible jumpscare. Like, developer. De-ve-lo-per. Pop off. This part was so good, and I loved/hated every second.

I'm doing that yap thing that I do again, so I'm going to save you from the rest of my ramblings and start winding down. If you do not already have this downloaded and ready to play, you have got to do that expeditiously. I am telling you, I know I say this about a lot of these visual novels, but this is one that I absolutely cannot allow you to miss out on. This one is so good! Just don't get too invested, because it's just a demo. I suggest going to the game's page, putting your pride aside, and beg for an update as soon as possible -- respectfully, of course. It should be common sense, but don't harass the dev for an update ... but damn, do I hope they come through with an update soon. Very soon. Tomorrow actually...today.

Anyways, here's the link. Go download it, and tell the dev that your life is theirs, because I'm honestly contemplating starting a cult in their honour. I'll sacrifice the nearest weeb for two extra lines of reading material in this visual novel. I'm serious. I'm yapping again...

Okay, anyways! Ending it for realsies this time. Again, I highly recommend giving this game a playthrough. Here's the link to the game page and download...again. If you're able to donate to the cause, donate to the cause, as I'm sure the dev would seriously appreciate the monetary support. Oh! And just as a "pro"-but-not-really-tip: for right now, the choices are more of an "illusion of choice". The endings will be worded the same no matter what, so there's no extra dialogue or CGs, or secret options, or anything like that. It'll just be dialogue pertaining to that specific answer choice at that specific time, and then it's not brought up or mentioned again after it's done.

And...that's it! Lol I'm finally done yapping. Big preesh for getting this far! Please remember to drink water, don't be dumb, and hope to see you around~!

Prescription: LOVE (Demo)

[stellar-skyy]

hello!! could i order an iced honey and vanilla tea for aventurine?

“order up! i have a drink here for aventurine, an iced honey and vanilla tea!”

☆ — if you're craving a drink, make sure to stop by the teashop!

i. SUMMARY: sometimes, all you need is to feel loved. and, as his closest friend, he will make sure you know you are. ii. CWS & NOTES: reader is insecure. platonic aventurine x gn!reader. hurt/comfort & fluff. 0.8k words. iii. A/N: i was so excited to see someone rq the platonic version of this prompt! also. please know this is my first time writing aventurine and i haven't played most of the penacony questline (i have been spoiled for the entire thing though-) so if the characterization is off i am sorry.

“Why are you friends with me?”

It caught Aventurine off guard, truth be told. For a moment he could only blink, staring at them dumbly while the question fully registered in his head. After a few seconds of processing, he managed a single word: “What?”

“Why are you friends with me?” They repeated, a tinge of frustration coating their words. The question settled in his mind, but still, he was at a loss for words.

How could he possibly answer that, when the two of them had been acquainted for so long that his life and theirs seemed fully intertwined? The question only planted the seed for more to sprout in his mind as he pondered it; whys melting into hows and what ifs. He struggled to imagine a life where he’d never met them all those years ago, a life where he never found someone to dull his sharpened edges and fill some fraction of the emptiness he felt inside.

They were a match that fit too perfectly; two lonely people, who’d tasted a life without solitude and couldn’t quite bring themselves to leave it behind again.

Yet, their friendship was a double-edged sword, one seemed to cut Aventurine from both sides. It took every ounce of self-control in his body to stop himself from digging his claws in and clinging tightly enough to them to make sure they wouldn’t leave. Simultaneously, another part yearned to push them so far away that he would never be able break them like he did with every other bright thing in his life. The thought of being alone again felt suffocating, even if the back of his mind still whispered that it was only his deserved fate.

On good nights, when they were at the tables with him, he insisted they were seated right beside him—his “good luck charm,” as he put it. He chased every moment, the flash of a smile on their lips when the dice roll just right, a barely stifled laugh at his jokes. No victory could outshine the few moments of pure, untainted contentment he felt when they were by his side.

It was almost laughable that they were questioning why he’d chosen them, when he was the one who didn’t deserve someone half as incredible as they were. He should be asking why they had settled for someone cracked and missing as many pieces as he did, not the other way around.

“What about you?” He asked, in lieu of an answer. “Why are you friends with me?”

“I already asked you.” They protested. Aventurine, being the good friend he was, ignored them.

“You’ve known me long enough to be acutely aware of my flaws, and yet you still stick around. Why is that?”

“Uh…” They hesitated for a beat. “You’re not—”

“Don’t deny it. Just answer the question.”

“Well, I guess…” They draw out the first few words, thinking. Aventurine kept his face neutral, despite the pounding of his heart. “Flaws are just flaws, aren’t they? I don’t think you could find a single one here that’s without their fair share. You’re still a good person despite them, and I enjoy your company regardless.”

The back of his throat had grown dry. He bit down on the inside of his cheek to quell the wave of emotions that almost swept him off his feet, forcing them back into the furthest reaches of his mind to unpack later.

“See!” He said, throwing his hands up in the air. “Exactly my point, why would you be any different?”

“That’s not what I was saying.” They murmured, shaking their head.

“What is it then?”

“It’s just… I’m not that important, am I?” They asked, not meeting his eyes. “I mean—You have other friends, don’t you? And if you had the choice, I’m sure you’d rather hang out with them than me, wouldn’t you?”

“You want to make that a bet?” Aventurine raised an eyebrow. “Because, my dear friend, that is a gamble you will lose. For starters, who I find important isn’t up to you; it’s up to me. And me has decided you are an incredibly important friend that I value very deeply. You can stew in your self-pity as much as you want, but that won’t change how much I care about you.”

“You really mean that?” They asked, in an almost inaudible whisper.

“Of course. Can I?” He asked, opening his arms out. They looked up briefly, and gave him a small nod, so he pulled them forward against his chest. He hugged them tightly, as if they would vanish into nothing if he let go. Their hand clutched the back of his jacket, their cheek pressing against his shirt.

Neither of them were without their cracks, it seemed, but maybe that was why they had connected in the first place.

“I’m friends with you because I want to be friends with you,” Aventurine said softly. “You mean the world to me, and it kills me that you don’t realize it.”

He knew he was little more than a hollow shell, but with them, he almost felt whole. It was almost enough for him; he could only hope it would be enough for them too.

reblogs and comments are appreciated! ♡

[fear-is-truth]

Sorry if this is out of character before hand 😔

Anyways!! How do you think Kai would react if he found out !user was pregnant? I know you have one like this already (I think?) but what if they found out it was a girl and not a boy?

Personally I think he’d be pretty pissed that !user wasn’t good enough to conceive a boy or that !user obviously did something wrong. But that’s just me🤷‍♀️

I want to know how you think Kai would react. Sorry if it’s a weird request or if you’ve already done something like this before.

By the way I love all your works and you’ve been uploading so much lately and I love you for that for real🤞

ahhh you’re too kind !! so here’s my take..

kai stands there, arms crossed, expression tense. he’s not furious, but there’s a definite air of disappointment. you can almost feel the energy shift in the room as he stares at the ultrasound screen, jaw clenching. “a girl, huh?” he lets out a slow exhale, rubbing the back of his neck before turning to you with a disgruntled look. “figures.” you blink, unsure of how to respond. “…what’s that supposed to mean?” he just shakes his head, sighing as if the universe has somehow conspired against him. “i guess we’ll have to work with what we’ve got,” he says eventually, glancing at you with a half-hearted smirk. “she’ll have to be as tough as any boy.”

at first, there’s a brief moment of frustration. he has always envisioned raising a son—someone who could follow in his footsteps, take up the mantle, and carry on his ideology with pride. to kai, sons represented strength, power, and legacy. his first instinct is to feel a bit slighted, almost as if the universe had conspired against him.

he doesn’t voice this frustration aloud, though—he’s too self-aware for that. plus he’s not that big of an asshole. instead, he quietly sulks for a while, retreating into his thoughts. this was supposed to be a moment of triumph for him, but there’s no denying that a daughter was never part of the plan.

however, his disappointment quickly turns to a different kind of interest. if there’s one thing kai thrives on, it’s the need to control. and a daughter? well, she would be something entirely different to mold, even if he hadn’t prepared for it. he might have initially imagined her as a liability, but the idea of raising a daughter with the same rigor as he would a son starts to grow on him.

he will insist on the name being gender-neutral or strong with masculine undertones—no feminine names like “lily” or “grace” here. if anything, he might give her a name like “phoenix,” “avery,” “billie” or “taylor”.

when kai first holds his daughter, it’s a totally unexpected reaction. he’s spent so much time convincing himself that this wasn’t what he wanted, that a son was the only option. but when she’s placed in his arms, tiny and fragile, all of those thoughts blur into nothing.

he looks down at her, and despite himself, there’s a tightening in his chest. he hadn’t expected to fall in love so quickly with this new life you’ve created together. it’s not like the way he loves his vision, his plans, or even his movement. it’s the first time in a long time he lets himself feel anything that isn’t centered on you or his own ambition.

he makes it clear that he will raise her to be tough. there’s no coddling in kai’s book. he’ll insist on teaching her discipline, perseverance, and how to manipulate situations in her favour, just as he would a son. she’ll learn to never show weakness, to never bow down.

kai would never ever admit it, but deep down, he’s fiercely protective of her—he will never let her be anyone’s victim. he’ll raise her to be a fighter.

[inhurtandincomfort]

for eldwin? 👮 - Have them arrested

This was fun 😇 From this ask game

CW: Forced stripping, noncon touching, implied/referenced noncon (not what's happening here, but like. it's happened in the past. {and will happen again}), I guess self-harm at the end (not sure if it counts but to be safe)

"Keep your hands above your head."

"Yeah yeah, I've done this before." Eldwin rolled his eyes but complied, allowing an officer to pat him down for contraband. She wasn't gentle, because clearly he wasn't already injured enough. A dagger, a pocket knife, cigarettes ("That's not illegal!") an aether replenishment potion ("It's only mild!") some smoke bombs, several poisons, and corrosive acid ("Yeah okay that one's fair.") The senior officer kept a neutral expression on her face, but her subordinate was not so controlled. As more items were confiscated his brows shot up into his hairline. It would have been comical if the situation wasn't so dire.

"Hey, watch it!" Eldwin snapped at the officer when her rough hands began get a little too comfortable touching him, lingering a little too long. "I know damn well you're not supposed t- oh, be careful with that! It will explode with sudden movement."

Eldwin couldn't help but smirk as the mans face paled. He slowly put down a glass vial as though it might shatter on impact.

"Alright, that's enough of that," the officer said at last. Before Eldwin could mutter "finally" she continued, "Strip."

He froze. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"You and I both that's not necessary."

"I just found an awful lot of illegal and highly dangerous items on your person. I think a more through search is in order."

"The only other weapon is my magic, you know this."

"Whether you're leaving today or not, we need to at least pretend you're playing by the same rules. If you want to end it here, fine by me. I'll have someone fetch the suppressants, and it will be on record that you are an unauthorised sorcerer, and then you won't be getting off so easily. Why the hesitance? If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear." Her voice hardened. "Strip. All of it. I won't ask again."

Eldwin stared at her wordlessly before dropping his gaze to the floor. He cursed under his breath, and his shaking hands moved to unbutton his shirt. He winced as he shrugged it off his shoulders. He must have damaged something, one was stiff and painful to move. He let his clothes fall to the ground. The air on his flushed skin felt like ice.

He was going to be in so much trouble later. This was the least of his worries. And really, he should be used to it by now. It's not like he was a person. Privacy was a luxury he was rarely afforded. Yet despite an endless stream of people determined to exert their power over him, the humiliation never lessened. Fully exposed, he trembled in the cold. His face burned. He fought to resist the urge to cross his legs and wrap his arms around himself, for all the good it would do. He stayed there, feet apart, arms held up letting himself be ogled like some sort of freak exhibition.

"Open your mouth," the officer ordered. Eldwin complied, though it hurt to do so. He was sure his face must be swollen. She harshly grabbed his jaw and shoved gloved fingers inside his mouth, near the back of his throat nearly making him gag. Her other hand trailed downward, digging into the bruises on his hip, his thighs. Shadows stirred in the deepest crevices of his mind, dark whispers threatening to tug at loose threads to make him unravel. He wanted to close his eyes, to let himself drift away and go anywhere else, be anyone else-

It will feel worse if you do.

It would be one thing if she was clinical, but every touch was agonisingly slow, deliberate, pressing fresh wounds and tender muscles all while the other watchman leered. He hadn't bothered to hide his disgust when he stared at the daemonic sigil but the moment Eldwin's body was on full display, every scar, every failure etched forever into his wretched flesh, that revulsed gaze turned into morbid fascination. Envisioning adding his own mark of ownership to this desecrated doll of a canvas.

It could always be worse.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally told him to get dressed. He wasted no time in doing so, throwing on his crumpled clothes uncaring of the dirt and blood that stained them. His jacket was dark, it was barely visible. He just wouldn't think about it. He was good at doing that.

He pretended not to hear the disappointment in her tone.

—

It was all standard procedure after that. His hands were cuffed behind his back and shit, do they need to be so fucking rough. He was shoved into a thankfully empty holding cell. That was one perk of being a social pariah - you get special privileges such as a private cell to prevent you from being ruthlessly attacked. Almost made it all seem worth it.

Under the cover of nightfall he was released, someone having come to collect him after paying his bond. To his dismay the woman from before was still on shift. But she didn't say anything other than ordering him to follow her. She didn't unchain him until they were in the entrance, and it was only when he was there that he realised he'd been focusing on the wrong thing all along. Nothing happened in the guards station. Nothing worth his anguish.

What would happen at home, however, may be a different story.

He dropped to one knee with his fist held over his thumping heart, his head bowed low so his hair fell into his face. He did not dare to speak. It wouldn't be any use anyway.

"Get up." Clyde's voice dripped with venom in a way Eldwin hadn't heard from him in a long time. Dread weighed around his neck like a sack of stones, holding him down even as his brain begged him to move. Do as he says! It will be worse if you don't.

He didn't have to look at Clyde to know his minuscule drop of patience was fading. No sooner had Eldwin began to shakily stand, Clyde nearly pulled his arm from its socket with the force with which he dragged him, pulled him close before enclosing a hand around the back of neck to lead him outside where a ride was waiting. Clyde opened a storage compartment in the back. "Get in."

Eldwin glanced fearfully at the tiny space. Surely he didn't actually expect him to get in there? He was small sure, but not that small. But he could feel Clyde's glare boring into him. He was violently shivering as he climbed into the compartment, having to curl up tightly to do so. He was still squeezed uncomfortably between every side. Panic gripped his throat, already he was finding it hard to breathe. When the roof slammed down hard enough to make the world shake, he was plunged into complete darkness. He felt a jolt that indicated they'd started moving.

You fucked up, he told himself. Good job, idiot. You fucked up big time. His lungs constricted painfully and he closed his eyes, trying to stifle himself by biting one of his own fingers, hard enough to leave teeth marks through leather gloves. There was nothing else he could do, he needed that distraction, he needed the pain to keep himself together, to force himself to stay calm, don't panic, don't make a sound. You don't get to be afraid. Whatever's happening, whatever will happen, you can face it. You've probably done it before. You can do it again.

He'll be fine. He always was.

[funeralprocession]

#11; I don't really expect everybody to understand my vision, but if you do: I love you.

The vision in question here is that majority of Kichi's behaviour is an extreme, over-the-top performance. The stuff about wanting to be the hero, wanting to be useful, needing to control everything, being unable to just sit down and let somebody else lead: those are true. But there's a lot of filler, performance art happening. For Nagito, I feel like his social skills aren't the best and he's aware of it. He's more capable of containing it when he's not stuck in a stressful situation, but he still isn't going to know how to behave "normally". I mostly add emphasis to the fact that Kichi was less dramatic, more concerned with Nagito, and Nagito didn't mention hope or despair a single time during his interactions with Kichi. He still feels strongly about them, obviously, but has slightly more self-control when he's not getting stressed out or over-excited. ♡

Also: this was partially inspired by @glitteringcoffin (the stuff about Kichi having a pathetic loser-fetish XD!!) ♡

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Kichi never really considered himself a stickler - of hygiene, of anything at all - but he could not stop fussing over Nagito. It all began when he'd insisted on taking care of his hair; it was clear Nagito didn't care too much about it, himself. Kichi was learning things about himself - he wasn't sure if that was a good thing, in all honesty.

The two were sitting at a table in the otherwise-deserted dining area; Kichi had acquired a manicure set and was carefully trimming Nagito's nails. It was foreign to him - he had absolutely no idea what he was doing, if there was a proper way to trim, file, whatever… If there were even special terms for these actions? If he was even using the tiny implements correctly? He used a pointy one to scrape out the dirt from under Nagito's nails. He used the things he knew were clippers for trimming them down (but perhaps they had another, more technical name that he didn't know about). Nagito needed someone to care about him, clearly. He might never had anyone who did, and Kichi was just controlling and detail-oriented enough for the task. Plus he… Was enjoying it… Too much. It was embarrassing. He was vaguely ashamed of how rewarding it was, but he could never admit to that.

"What's your deal," Kichi asked without looking up, trying to trim Nagito's nails as neatly as possible, leaving no odd points or crooks behind. He planned on filing them afterward, but it would probably be easier if he simply took care before getting to that stage. "Huh?" "Y'know… Your… Situation," Kichi finally raised his eyes, pausing his task for a moment, "What's your… Y'know…" "I don't understand," Nagito laughed nervously, "Is that… A bad thing? Good? I'm not sure I know what you're referring to." "It's not good or bad, it's neutral," Kichi explained, making sure to maintain control over his tone; he wasn't upset with Nagito for not understanding - Kichi didn't even know how to phrase it in a better way.

"What are you… Into?" Kichi reiterated after a momentary pause.

Kichi knew Nagito was mostly likely at a complete loss - he'd been avoided for such a long time, he was almost certain he wouldn't know what was being asked… Unfortunately, Kichi was also at a loss, since he wasn't sure of an alternate way of phrasing it. There was something he was almost desperate to find out, but asking directly would be too embarrassing to allow.

"Uh, I like scary movies, sorta… Sorry if that wasn't what you were asking." Kichi's shoulders slumped - that was definitely not what he wanted to know, but he couldn't exactly blame him for misunderstanding. He returned to his task of trimming Nagito's nails carefully, enjoying holding his hand.

"Tell me what you like about them," Kichi regained his composure after a very short silence. "It's contained," Nagito smiled faintly, "It's not like being in actual dire circumstances… I guess I like that it's more like a simulation? You get the effect but you're not in any real danger."

Kichi blinked vacantly, holding the clippers in one hand, Nagito's fingers gently laying across his other. "Huh. I didn't expect that answer," Kichi stated after a pause, "That's what I like about you, y'know? You're not boring." "What were you expecting me to say? Should I be concerned?"

Nagito had a habit of making the worst impressions on everybody he came into contact with. He might have been a little more desperate than usual to keep from pushing Kichi away, but had no idea how to avoid making mistakes.

"Well, it's just… People normally like the blood and guts and gore," Kichi shrugged, "Or they like seeing people getting tortured, I guess… I mean, to each their own, whatever…"

In all honestly, Kichi didn't like horror movies - they were too formulaic and predictable. Whatever value people typically got out of them did not happen for him; it was too annoying, never being surprised by any of the twists. The gruesome imagery did not make up for how standard it typically was. He didn't like movies at all, actually. It was too difficult to get immersed in something he wasn't at the helm of--

"I like that you can put a stop to it," Nagito smiled faintly, "If you're in an actual catastrophic event, you have very little control over anything that's going on… But with even the scariest movie, you can put an end to it. If necessary." "Now you're speakin' my language," Kichi cackled, "That probably is what I would consider the best part of a movie - the fact you can turn it off whenever you want." "I thought so," Nagito remarked simply; Kichi's smile immediately faded. "What?" "What-- Ah, sorry, not trying to mimic you, I'm not sure what you're asking…" "Did you read me again?" Kichi furrowed his brow, "Did you-- HEY!" "I told you before, I felt like we were the same," Nagito chuckled, "Your scent is similar to mine, no offense." "Oh," Kichi slumped his shoulders and felt his face burning; he went back to trimming Nagito's nails, figuring he should probably be more careful about what he said, how he behaved going forward.

Kichi didn't know if he was just naturally insecure about being boring and predictable, or if it was something about Nagito, bringing that out without even making an effort… In any case, he loved and hated that. That had never happened before, someone so effortlessly backing him into a corner…

Kichi had a habit of making enemies without even trying. His bluster and need for complete control did not win him many friends, but he couldn't stop. Between being bored easily and the obnoxious, almost perverse determination to be the hero, he couldn't let go of that compulsion. People thought he was mean, pushy, annoying, obtrusive… Even when he meant well, he was generally disliked. It didn't help that he got in his own way constantly, lying about everything especially the way he felt… Being vulnerable was… Difficult. Handing over the ammunition someone could use to destroy him? Even more difficult. He would sooner destroy himself than allow that - usually.

He only became more fascinated, more obsessed, more everything toward Nagito because he seemed to be immune. Everything that bothered everybody else about Kichi - Nagito either didn't notice it, or simply didn't care. He'd even called him out on his propensity toward lying as soon as they'd met… Instead of weaponizing that, wielding it as an excuse to distance himself, Nagito simply made a joke about it. He acknowledged that he already knew Kichi's affinity for lying, and it was just a quirk to him, as opposed to a grievous offense.

It was terrible. It was amazing but also terrible. Kichi couldn't tell who had control over whom… Nagito was so compliant? He hadn't pushed back a single time? He didn't seem to have any desire at all to have control over Kichi, and yet he had it. Somehow. It was frustrating. Kichi wasn't upset, but he was frustrated. He couldn't tell who had the upper-hand. He thought he needed to be in control, anything less was unacceptable, but all he was sure about with Nagito was that he wasn't sure of anything at all.

"Hey, are you ok?" "Y-yeah," Kichi answered quickly - maybe a little too quickly. He suddenly realized he'd stopped clipping Nagito's nails at some point before he got stuck in that distracted muddle - he'd just been holding his hand and staring blankly at it for some length of time.

"Sorry, but you might need to explain it to me," Nagito stated coolly, "I'm not trying to be incompetent; that happens without me." "Would you stop that," Kichi huffed, "I told you about that! You're not incompetent!" "Sorry," Nagito chuckled softly-- "And stop apologizing!" Kichi cackled, "Knock that shit off!" "I'll stop apologizing if you explain what you were trying to ask me before," Nagito responded, his voice calm and measured again, "I'll do my best to understand."

"I like pathetic losers," Kichi whined, "It's like, my deal." "Ah." "No offense," Kichi slumped his shoulders again, "But… That's what I was asking… 'What's your deal', I can't figure you out."

Nagito was silent for a moment; Kichi couldn't bring himself to raise his eyes, becoming immediately nervous following what he'd just said.

"I like cute things," Nagito admitted, "I like scary things, and cute things." "Neeheehee, you're in luck!" Kichi immediately stuck his nose in the air, "I happen to be adorable and terrifying." "You are," Nagito confirmed with a chuckle; Kichi's nerves were immediately calmed by that response.

"I was wrong before," Kichi admitted bashfully, "My intuition, I guess… I fucked it up. I thought somebody was a pathetic loser but… I was wrong, whatever, it happens." "I'm not completely sure how that's a good thing," Nagito confessed, "Why that's something you would want…" "As soon as I figure it out, I'll tell you," Kichi grumbled, slumping his shoulders again.

"Guess I… Wanna…" Kichi began stumbling over his words after a momentary silence, "Minimize the risk of rejection. Whatever." "Is that really all it is?" "Being rejected sucks!" Kichi crowed dramatically, "Of course that's all it is!" "Well, that's true," Nagito nodded slightly, "But instead of settling for losers, you could just… Make a special effort, in a different way." "I dunno what the hell you're talking about," Kichi huffed, "Are you criticizing my pathetic loser-fetish?" Nagito chuckled, "No, I'm just saying I don't think it's just a fear of rejection. I also think you know what it is, you don't need me to tell you."

Kichi's face was burning again - he might have just been overly-sensitive to being predictable, but it honestly felt like Nagito had him figured out already. Again. That kept happening - it seemed like Nagito could determine every move he would make before he made them.

"I… Uh…" Kichi searched for the words, clutching the nail clippers in his fist while he absently stroked Nagito's fingers with the thumb of his free hand.

He hated being predictable, but he couldn't bring himself to be upset with Nagito. Whatever was going on with him, it was skill. It was not Kichi's fault - Nagito had a gift. In spite of everything he said about himself, he was incredibly smart.

"Never mind," Kichi grumbled, "Not important." "You don't trust me, huh?" Nagito asked serenely, "I don't blame you." "It's not that! It's just embarrassing! I don't do this stuff, you know?" "Huh?" Nagito blinked, seeming genuinely surprised, "Don't do what?" "Talk to people… Like, sincerely," Kichi confessed, "It's… Not 'creepy', but… Something kinda similar to 'creepy'."

Nagito was fairly certain the 'creepy' feeling Kichi was describing was anxiety. That explained why he gleefully lied so often, didn't care about being caught in the middle of a lie, because it was not as difficult or humiliating as bearing your heart with nothing to shield yourself against injury. Honesty was more difficult and more dangerous.

"I like being useful," Kichi grumbled, "This is new to me, I just figured this out for myself… Like, sorta… I knew like… Some of it? But… Whatever! Doesn't matter!" "It matters to me," Nagito shrugged, "I like talking to you." "…You do?" "Sure," Nagito smiled, "How I feel doesn't matter, but for what it's worth? I like talking to you."

"You don't think I'm being annoying?" Kichi muttered after a lull and set the clippers aside, picking up the nail file.

It was a risk, asking a question that could end up hurting him - it would have been his own fault. It was the scenario he hated the most - personally handing over the weaponry that could potentially injure him.

"I don't," Nagito responded, "It was confusing, the fact you wanted to spend time with me, but I was never bothered by it." "I mean… Stuff like this," Kichi clarified, hating it more and more, the fact he needed to say everything so directly, "How… Weird I am… I mean… Uh…"

Being oblique was normally his preferred approach, especially when he was expressing genuine sentiment. It left plenty of room for misunderstanding, and Kichi could easily get away with technical honesty while avoiding most accountability. He wasn't sincere very often, but when he was, he preferred to have a built-in smokescreen and escape route.

"Are you talking about how you wanted to trim my nails?" Nagito seemed puzzled by the inquiry, "Why would that be annoying?" "That, and… Just all of it," Kichi whined, reverting back to his usual tactics, "How I am about your hair and your clothes and… Won't let you out of my sight, I'm being annoying, right?" "No--?" "The fact I won't stay in my own room, I don't like being by myself, I hate it actually," Kichi went on without allowing Nagito enough time to properly respond beforehand. "I like it," Nagito shrugged casually, "No one's ever cared that much about me before, it's nice. I've been dreading the day when it ends." Kichi was stunned immediately - for a moment.

"It's not going to end," Kichi finally asserted, "You're mine, that's final. I said that before. And you haven't called me 'master' this entire time!" "Sorry," Nagito chuckled, "Master." "Now you have to tell me - and this is an order - what you're into!"

"I don't think I know yet," Nagito responded after a moment of silent deliberation, punctuating with another slight shrug. "You're lying to me!" Kichi whined, "You just don't want me to know because you know I'm going to use it against you later!" "Even more of a reason not to tell you," Nagito chuckled; Kichi erupted into maniacal, slightly evil-sounding laughter. "I'm gonna figure it out," Kichi warned slyly, "Even if you don't tell me willingly, I'll get your secrets out of you somehow." "How scary," Nagito smiled very slightly, not seeming particularly intimidated. "Yeah, well, it's only fair," Kichi insisted with an airy, unconcerned cadence, "You know about my pathetic loser-fetish, it's only fair I find out what your deal is, with or without you." "Still not sure I understand… Sorry."

"It's cute to me," Kichi mumbled after a moment, "It isn't… Something I chose, it just happens… It's like… They're so… Pathetic! It's cute! I feel sorry for them, I want to… Protect them… Or whatever… Because they're such losers, they can't do it themselves. No offense." "I'm not offended," Nagito shrugged, "You're going to have to try harder than that, sorry." "It's kinda annoying when I try to help people and they get, like… Mad about it," Kichi grumbled, "Like, I get it, but still - fucking rude." Nagito chuckled and Kichi grinned, picking up the nail file once again and lightly sanding down the sharp corners he'd created while trimming Nagito's nails.

- - -

I feel like Kichi's genuine self would read as "boring" (or he believes he would, anyway)... His theatrical loud-assness constantly? It's all because he doesn't want to be boring... But getting close to somebody and letting go of that gimmick, he would be anxious, self-conscious, needy, probably over-protective... Basically the exact opposite of the stuff he projects intentionally. Just my interpretation, of course. ♡

Also: this is unrelated but I'll mention it now... I'll be adding these hearts onto the end of my notes that I make small/italic; a glitch keeps happening where the last couple of characters will refuse to cooperate XD!! So I'll stick a heart on the end to absorb the "refusing to cooperate"-ness. ♡

[smytherines]

ok most agree if the roles were swapped owen would go back for curt. but lets say, hypothetically, for whatever reason, he DOES end up leaving curt. how would curt react??

(is this just an excuse to try and get my hcs validated? yes)

also, happy birthday!!!!

Oh shit, this is a juicy one

I really don't know, but I'm gonna workshop it anyways. So I'm a firm adherent of the ADHD Agent Mega headcanon, and a big part of ADHD for a lot of us (myself included) is rejection sensitive dysphoria, just an extreme reaction to rejection, criticism, and embarrassment. I think RSD would lead to a lot worse of an immediate reaction for Curt if Owen left, but also might result in him blaming himself for Owen leaving?

I guess it really depends on the circumstances too- like if everything stays exactly the same (Curt sets the timer too early, Curt drops the banana peel) except Curt slips on his own banana peel and Owen leaves, I could definitely see Curt blaming himself and really having a breakdown over it. Like possibly to some very not good ends. Either him doing something extreme, or Chimera being able to leverage that into having total control over him.

If there's a different sequence of events, where it's more of a neutral issue that leads to his fall and Owen doesn't go back for him, then I could see him becoming vengeful. Curt is kinda shown to be jealous and petty in A1P1. I think he's a deeply insecure person (for understandable reasons) who covers that up with an excess of bravado. So Owen leaving him would just kind of confirm what he already believes about himself deep down inside, except all of that self-hatred gets externalized towards Owen because Curt can't really reckon with it, if that makes sense?

I dunno, this is the first one that has really tripped me up. I've honestly never thought about it before because in my mind there's no way Owen doesn't go back for Curt, so this is a really interesting thought exercise. I'd be curious to know what you think!

[acourtofquestions]

Favorite character from Throne of Glass so far? And try to guess mine 😜

Ooh, a good question! One that I actually have an answer to; despite the fact my answer really is all of them😂 (well all minus the obvious ones your NOT supposed to like; Arobynn, Maeve, Rourke Farran, the Blackbeak Matron, etc.) and while I am going to try & self-edit (something I’m terrible at, as any glance at my blog will show😂) the easiest explanation I have is probably this:

I will always utterly adore Fleetfoot like no other. Same with Abraxos. And Elide (who I seem to be in agreement with the characters; we would die for that cinnamon roll😂)

Fenrys snuck up on me & I’m still figuring it out, but I think he’s funny, and very charismatic/compassionate.

Asterin Blackbeak has really grown to have such a joy-filled place in my heart. & I really enjoy the 13’s dynamic & badassery. So, of course Manon is on there too (from the first introduction when I was like… she’s killing people… but somehow I like her? To now being the child of peace, the hope & heart of the “heartless”).

Aedion (despite our occasional moments of a tiff) I love the way he loves. Dorian (I don’t think we share an opinion on this one, which is totally okay) I just really appreciate his mind! Chaol was for a while then the opposite, right now I think I’m positive neutral-ish? … I can pretty much always find things to love in main/side/random characters.

And don’t get me started on Sam Cortland… that man… always beloved😭

Lysandra Ennar (despite that EoS plotted ending lol😅😅) I love her, I love the way she loves her found family, I love her sisterhood with Evangeline (esp. dear to me in my own life), & I appreciate the way her trauma is NOT her entire story.

Rowan Whitethorn (who funny enough was NOT a favorite for a while; twas a rough start but once I loved him, (& will never) not love him).

And now dwindled down to the answer of all answers, beyond even this series or Maasverse (of all fandoms this & she have become an all-time fav) Aelin Galathynius; I almost can’t explain it & would just say READ 8 BOOKS & you’ll get it😂 she’s such an arc & fleshed out character, a kind I don’t see often (especially in powerful female character personalities when a main character or any role for that matter) she makes sense to me, there’s a lot beyond the surface, she & that have meant a lot to me in my own life/trauma/grief & (much like the MANY characters that fall for her for this same reason) she's just something else; wild, fiery, witty & hilarious, impossibly smart, sharp but king, empathetic/understanding & compassionate, fiery yet controlled, deep-feeling & loving, bold & somehow joyful, brave (even if afraid), & very much the force of life & humanity & falling in love with living. She’s the (fire) heart of the story for a good reason.

Now, as far as your favorite goes THAT'S is a very good question (one that I will also leave in your ask box in case it’s easier; whichever works best for you whether here or there :-) is it cheating to have glanced at your blog previously?😂 … okay, so, I’m going to guess based on that & conversations plus general vibes Manon, Rowan, or Aelin. Less so the latter, esp. as I think it just vibes a little more (idk why… total guess here😂😝)? I definitely think your questions/thoughts are very well-put & intelligently written, plus fun & kind… so I’m leaning towards Rowan more so because of the amount of heart & “a dreamer's heart” he does have? We’ll see, regardless I have no doubt it’s a great one & can’t wait to hear it😆 so, thanks SO much for the double fun ask!!😊🫶

[dcggersedge]

“Hey Professor, I heard that you’ll be teaching the Black Eagles from now on. Makes me sad that the Blue Lions are losing their brightest starriest teacher!” The big pout on his face was very obviously fake, quickly vanishing into a cheeky smile. “Guess my move at the cauldron didn’t exactly help!” Sylvain wasn’t the most familiar with Yunaka. He attended her classes as normal, did as he was told (save for lessons here and there that he’d gracefully skip), but never exactly had the chance to get closer to her. She didn’t seem like the type of girl that would hound him, so it wasn’t even that- circumstances just didn’t seem to align.

“But hey, jokes aside.” His expression then changed into something uncommon. Content- in a mostly neutral way. The corners of his lips pulled slightly up in a reasonable and real smile, a peek through the usual varnish Sylvain tended to coat himself with on a daily basis. “Thanks for everything you’ve done for us so far. We never got to talk that much, but I really appreciated your lessons and your carefree attitude. I hope the Black Eagles take good care of you, or I might start putting in complaints!” 

A short laugh. “Besides, it’s not like you’ll be going far away, yeah? So we’ll still get to see each other in the halls. Maybe if I’m a really lucky boy, I’ll even get to have lunch with you one day! Or perhaps even a date if that goes really well?” Sylvain wiggled his eyebrows, allowed a brief pause…before raising one finger. “Just kidding! Just kidding!...Or not? Whatever’s best for you!”

He offered her a small, packaged bundle. Inside it was a handmade hairclip- a star, just like Yunaka’s own, but with eight points and imbued in homebrewed magic. If detached from the clip, it could be used as a compass. There were however no notes nor comments on how it was made, nor where it came from. “Happy holidays, and good luck there Professor! This is totally not me asking you out, by the way!”

After a few of her newly acquired flock had come to visit her, Yunaka had gotten a bit used to students randomly popping in to see her throughout the day. This was important, because the urge to grab her weapon after jumping surprise was a bit easier to control when she was anticipating it.

She was not anticipating to turn and find a lion.

"Sylvain?" Surprise stops her in place, watching him curiously. They hadn't really talked much outside of class, aside from that mess at the cauldron and the continued mess at the trial. She hadn't expected anyone to care that much about her swapping houses, but she definitely hadn't expected him.

(Their last conversation had been her scolding him and running away. She grimaces internally a little, even if she does hope her order to be more cautious with his life did stick.)

Yunaka laughs and waves off his self-deprecating joke. "There's plenty of lions who sparkle and shine way more than I do, you're not losing anything special at all." And aside from...whatever was going on in some student's personal lives, she was a lot less worried about them than the little snippets she'd heard from the Eagles. They'd be fine without her.

"I'm sure the Eagles will be fine, but I can give you little reports on how things are going when we bump into each other." Everyone made it sound like the houses were miles apart and couldn't speak with each other. Didn't those monthly assignments the church put out encourage cross house cooperation or whatever? She was sure she'd see them all again soon enough.

"Wh- you too? Was there a memo I missed or something for all these gifts?" How did everyone and their grandma have one prepared?

The little star is cute. Different from the ones she wears, and just by poking at it she can tell that there's something going on there. It'll clash horribly. She likes it, though. She doesn't have a lot of stars that others have made for her.

"Thanks, I appreciate it. And I-" She chokes on her words half way through what was going to be a heartfelt sentiment. Date!? She's too busy gawking at his stupid expression to respond, and thankfully he throws the offer away as a joke before she has to. Yunaka huffs and scowls at him. "Geez! Don't scare somebody like that!"

"Anyway thank you, Sylvain. I appreciate it, and I'm sorry I didn't get to do much more than lie to you during that candy game, but like you said, we'll both be around. Not for dates!" She quickly points at him before he can make the joke again. "Stop bringing up dates if you don't mean it, gosh!"

She huffs again, turning and walking back towards her office. She's got things to do still. She waves goodbye at him over her shoulder. "Happy holidays, Sylvain! Go and do something nice and safe and that doesn't involve ingesting unknown liquids!"

[the-soul-of-a-morningstar]

It's time for matchup! Sorry my English, it's not my native language.

Sexuality: demisexual and pansexual

Gender: genderfluid

Personality:

I often become the voice of reason in situations where everyone around is too emotional and acting impulsively. I also take a calm and thoughtful approach to problems and try to think about and analyze them neutrally and without unnecessary emotions. This quality helps me help someone find a solution to their problems, or at least support them emotionally. I have a high thirst for justice and I have a moderate empathy for others, and I can take action to help someone. I am careful not to open up to people right away, but study them well before doing so (although this has a negative side in the form of my extreme distrust, but I will write about this later). Despite my laziness, I can be full of inspiration and enthusiasm for things that interest me and very quickly learn something related to the subject of my interest, or direct my enthusiasm in a positive direction. I have a courage and independence, which I "charge" others with. I also have a sense of humor that my friends like (although not everyone likes my sense of humor). I am caring and attentive to those who are dear to me, and I try to act for their comfort. Loyalty to those I care about is also my strong point. I consider myself an optimist, but I also take into account the real facts.

People quite often really annoying me with their emotionality and a lot of different misconceptions that are in their minds (I deal with this very often, unfortunately). Against this background, I often look down on those around me, although I do not show it. This sounds a bit hypocritical against the background of the fact that irritability and short temper are also my traits that I (sometimes) find difficult to control. I have very big problems with trust, it's not easy for me to open up to others. I rarely show my real emotions, even to those with whom I am close, and try to appear calm. Another problem is my laziness and procrastination. I'm very sarcastic with people I don't like, or when I'm just in a very bad mood. I also have moments of low self-confidence. And finally, sometimes I get jealous.

My life and mind are very chaotic - I have a habit of changing plans quickly, and for this reason I try not to make plans even for the next day.

I don't notice social signals well and sometimes don't understand whether some people's emotions are true or not and what certain hints mean (people need to tell me directly what they think or feel, otherwise I probably won't understand and guess it).

Love Language: words of affirmation and physical touch. I can tell my mate a lot and often how much I love them, reminding them of this more often, I try to come up with pleasant affectionate nicknames, and I realy like praise them! I can compliment their positive traits to cheer them up and boost their self-esteem. Usually my affectionate nicknames are words that I associate with this person in a good way. I also often hug my mate and stroke them. I really like hugging. I have no problem with showing affection in public, and I even like to do it.

Likes: coffee, spicy food, video games (I mostly like RPG), science fiction and fantasy (books, movies, cartoons, anime, video games - it doesn't matter), astronomy, psychology, birds, reptiles, dinosaurs, dragons (my favorite kind of mythical creatures, although dragons are now very diverse and unusual in popular culture), cold weather, night, winter, unusual inventions (it's even funny - when I see some real person or character succeeding in creating some technologies and inventions, I immediately feel an interest in them and their inventions), new discoveries in science

Dislikes: hot weather, bright sun and light, stinging insects, people who are too fanatical and confident in their rightness, yandere (I really don't understand why everyone loves this type of character so much)

Hobbies: I am good at writing texts and composing stories, I like to come up with the plots of my stories and make their text pleasant to read. I also like to draw, but it's harder for me than writing. In drawing, I prefer to use a technique, that is, a drawing tablet with a screen, rather than paper and pencils. I also like to spend time playing video games and reading books or watching some movies and anime (my favorite genres are related to fantasy and science fiction… And when it comes to video games, I prefer RPG). I also like to study things related to my interests - astronomy, psychology, birds, reptiles.

Aesthetic/Style/Overall Vibe: I'm not quite sure what that means… well, I prefer a combination of several colors, usually black with some other color (for example, blue) in clothes, if that's what it's about. Did I understand correctly what this means?

Character preferences: Characters I DO NOT want to be paired with: Valentino (I really hate him), Adam, Lute (I won't be able to get along with them), Niffty.

a/n: Just a note, what I meant by ‘Aesthetic/Style/Overall Vibe’ was like clothing style - It helps me imagine ya a lot better y’know?

Husk

Due to your short-temper, but also your factual mindset, I think Husk would be a good fit for you. You both have similar traits and similar ways of thinking, and despite the fact that both of you have some pretty shitty trust issues, you both know that you can trust eachother.

Husk admires your creativity when it comes to literature and art in general, though, he doesn’t necessarily understand most aspects of it, he does think it’s sorta endearing that you have things your proud to do and show off, y’know?

I can see Husk being into words of affirmation, as he’s not really afraid to say it how it is, and he doesn’t really have shame in saying that he loves you. Husk isn’t too into the public part in PDA, not that he’s not affectionate in public, simply he just doesn’t see a reason to be, nonetheless, best believe he’s awfully cuddly behind closed doors, he’s a cat after all!

Runner-Ups: Charlie, Lucifer, Cherri Bomb

@the-soul-of-a-morningstar : please do not copy, repost or translate onto any other platform.

[saintheartwing]

Invader Zim: The Terror of the Pies!

THE TERROR OF THE PIES!

"Hello. I'm Michael White." White says, waving at you all. "Once again I welcome you to a viewing of a show entirely dedicated to the downfall of Civilization as we know it!"

"He of course refers to MY show." Zim says, standing next to White, grinning happily.

"Yeah, well you ain't gonna remember any of this. We're breaking the fourth wall and once the show starts, you'll be your usual, incompetent self!" White laughs, smacking him over the head.

"OW! Do not touch me with your FILTHY Halfling hands!" Zim snaps, hissing at him.

"Right, right. Now there's been a lot of talk about whether or not the people in this show are evil. Now, lots of people are BAD, I guess. Zim's bad. But unlike him, he could never hope to be as chaotically neutral as I am. You see folks, he's what we call "Incompetent Lawful Evil"."

"Right." Zim says, smiling and closing his eyes as he nods. Then his eyes shoot open and he wheels on White. "HEEEEYYY!"

"Dib's not evil either. Actually Zim and Dib both see themselves as just doing a job that has to be done, a job nobody else can do...the job of protecting Earth and INVADING it. They're "good guys" on different sides. Gaz though, is a heroic sociopath, but she's not really EVIL either. Red and Purple, I'm not too sure about…they're kind of…dumb…so I'm gonna hafta do some research." White shrugs. "But enough talk of such a stupid and warmongering race! On with the show!"

"STUPID?!"

…

…

…

…it was the 2nd year since Tenn's disastrous attempt to wage war against the Meekrob. War waged over the surface of the planet and Tallest Red and Purple had directed their armada and their main army forces there to fight the Meekrob threat. The whole area was divided up between the Resisty-supported Meekrob and the Irken army, though the Irkens didn't control nearly as much of the planet as they wanted, and their Armada was BARELY holding up against the Resisty's crippling cannon fire, leaving an Orbital Sweep simply out of the question! The coastal outposts were deserted…except for people. In fact, despite the threat of invasion and the CONSTANT blackouts, the Tallest and Erin still took their evening constitutionals.

"Ahh, hat a nice evening, don'tcha think, Red?" Tallest Red laughed as he walked along the cliffs that overlooked the ocean near their main ocean lab where Erin was doing deep-sea-research on a way to sneak over to Meekrob bases via the sea. To ensure his beloved's security, Invader Darth had been called in from his "vacation" (nudge-nudge-wink-wink) to look after Erin and he had instantly taken to her kind and sweet attitude.

"Hey, Pur…could you hold my elephant gun?" Purple asked. He was doing some part-time lab work at the lab with Erin and getting to know her better. Grinning, he held up a gun for his buddy to hold onto.

"I don't know WHY you brought it here, you can't shoot elephants here on Meekrob, you know!" Tallest Red told him, putting one hand on his hips while raising a claw in the air.

"Why the hell not?!" Purple snapped, looking irritated.

"For ONE, they're out of season!" Red explained.

"Wait…so I'm gonna hafta eat Meekrobian pelican for dinner again?" Purple moaned. "They're ALL mouth!"

"I'm afraid that's just the way it is!" Red said sadly, shrugging.

"Then I'll risk it. I'll shoot an elephant out of season!" Purple muttered, grabbing the gun out of Red's hands and heading off in a huff.

Those of you who have been paying close attention as to WHERE this story takes place will of course, realize that Red and Purple are talking absolute rubbish! There are no elephants in Meekrob. There ARE plenty of them in Foodcourtia though, northwest of a line drawn between two points, thus making it the shortest distance!

"Darn you, Nick…well, if that's how it is I can't shoot any! I've got a restraining order from Sizz-Lorr!"

"Why?" Red asked.

"He doesn't allow PDAs in his shop." Red mumbled.

"And I'm banned too. I went into the ladies room." The blind-eyed Darth added sadly.

"Now I'm sure it was an accident-"

"I went in there FIVE TIMES." Darth mumbled, hanging his head.

"It beats what White did." Purple remarked.

"Yeah, what I did to Trenton is the reason why the phrase "This used to be a nice place to live" was invented." White remarked, jabbing his thumb at his chest proudly as he popped up and grinned.

FWIP!

White frowned, looking around. "Did you just hear that?"

"Hear what?" Purple inquired as they headed off to the left, going towards the lab.

"Sounded like a…gas door slamming…" White mumbled. "But who would be walking around with a gas oven?"

"Betty Crocker?" Erin mused, laughing. It was getting darker and darker out…and it was rather hard for all them to see, actually. Save for Darth, who was blind.

"BESIDES her!" White asked.

TWHOOSH!

SPLAT!

" Oooooooooooohohohohohohohohohohoh yeuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Erin hollered, hitting the ground as most of the others kept on walking forward, not realizing what had happened.

"If you're trying to do an elephant call, you're not doing it from the throat right!-" Red began, turning around…and he saw in horror that Erin was on the ground.

"Oh my GOD, what hit me!? Call the guards or the cops or something!" She shouted.

Red nodded, looking around. "HELP! HELP! POLICE! GUAAARDS!" He cried out.

A few moments later Skoodge whistled, getting their attention. White saw his son approaching and blinked. "Skoodge!? what are you doing here?"

"Tenn's been very moody and stuff lately..." Skoodge admitted. "So I thought some time off from her would be good. What's the problem, My Tallest?"

"I was struck down from behind!" Erin moaned, holding her head.

"What with?"

"I don't know, I can't see, and I think my back's been bruised!" Erin complained.

"What FIEND would dare hurt my lady?!" Darth hissed angrily, his eyes glowing for a moment.

"I can't see ANYTHING in this lack of light!" Red admitted, squinting his eyes.

"So strike a match!" Erin begged .

"We have RULES." Red said. "We're in a blackout currently, and the enemy needs light to focus their targets on. We can't just "strike a light"."

"Then…strike a dark light!" Erin snapped. "SOMETHING!"

"We daren't!" Red said in a dramatic tone. "Why, only twenty miles across the bay, there's an Meekrob-run base that's watching our base intently!" He said, pointing across the sea.

"Don't be stupid!" White muttered. "They can't possibly see a MATCH being struck!" he snapped, crossing his arms.

"Oh, all right, fine! If you don't believe them…" Skoodge sighed as he dove into his pocket and quickly pulled out a box of matches. Taking a match, he got it lit with a quick striking motion on the striker stick, and then…

BUDDA-BOOOOM!

An explosion blew up a nearby tree and the shockwave sent their hair flying to the direction of the ocean while the match's light was blown out.

"Any OTHER questions?" Red inquired.

"I don't think I can feel my legs!" Erin moaned.

"Do you believe me NOW?! Are you aware of the danger of the Meekrob's long range guns?" Purple asked, raising a claw in the air and waggling it.

"Fine. Luckily for you guys…" White dove into his jacket and pulled out a small box. "I have a box of matches I snuck from a one of their bases!"

"Not bad, albino freak!" Red said, patting White on the shoulder. "Go on, strike one! They wouldn't fire at their own matches!"

"Of course not!" White said happily as he held one aloft. He struck it…

BUDDA-KROOOOM!

"…curses…THE RESISTY!" Red hissed as he and his buddy Purple hung from the tree they'd been knocked into. Erin was now on HER SIDE, cuckoo birds flying around her.

Well, they thought about using a candle, but it wouldn't have been very bright, and they didn't DARE light it and since they were afraid of moving an injured person, they waited 9 hours until sunrise and there they saw what had hit Erin. It was…A CHERRY PIE.

BGM: Dramatic chord of notes!

"…HMM…" Skoodge felt the pie. "It's still warm!"

"PHEW. I HATE cold pie!" Erin remarked. "Can you lift me up now?"

Lifting her up, Skoodge rubbed his chin. "I'll have to take note of this." He remarked. "A sinister pie-hurler is on the loose!"

"Maybe it's GIR." Erin suggested. "It sounds like something stupid he'd do."

"No, I got a call from Nick. He's busy being a poker player." White said. "He's quite good too."

"Really?"

"Yep. Give him a poker and he'll play any tune you like on it!"

"Ah." Erin nodded.

"Well then, I'm off!" Skoodge said, turning to the right and walking off…

"Goodbyyyyeeeeeeeeekkkk!"

…the cliff. WOOPS!

SPLOOOOSH!

"Oooh, look! A dolphin's coming to rescue no, it's a shark! It LOOKS like a dolphin. Tricky fish! TRICKY FISH!" Purple proclaimed.

…

…

…

…after swimming back to shore, Skoodge dried himself off to save time. As he headed back to his home, he wondered WHY anybody would want to strike somebody with a pie? So he decided to ask the man on the street.

"So, do you like pie?" He asked an Irken in the street who was leaning against a lamp post in the early morning.

"Pie?" The Irken grunt's head snapped up. Then he began to walk around like a zombie, chanting over and over. "Pie, pie, we like pie. Pie, pie, we like pie."

More people suddenly ambled out of the buildings nearby, joining him in a long line and chanting as well. "Pie, pie, we like pie! Pie, pie, we like pie!"

Skoodge blinked as a HUGE throng of people moved down the streets, heading for the sunset. "PIE, PIE, WE LIKE PIE! PIE, PIE, WE LIKE PIE!"

"…oh…kaaaaay…" Skoodge muttered, rolling his eyes as he headed back towards his house. Not much else happened that day…except he was suddenly struck with a peach pie. THWOCK!

"It's all rather confusing, y'know…" VENT said as he sat atop a mailbox as Skoodge walked inside his house, dripping in Pecan pie.

In the days to come, thirty eight fruit pies were hurled at Miss Nightshade.

"YEEEOOOWWW! WILL YOU STOPTHAT?! WHOEVER YOU ARE?!"

A madman was at large, In desperation...DIB was called in. But...not by choice.

"I require your help." Invader Skoodge told Dib as he stood in Dib's room, the door locked. It had been simple enough to teleport inside thanks to White assisting him. Dib was frankly AMAZED at the whole spectacle, but also...annoyed. HELP? An IRKEN?!

"What?" He asked stonily.

"I need your assistance. Nobody has been able to catch the one hurling these pies. He's moving in and out of our bases and past ALL security. This has made the Tallest suspect...paranormal intervention. You are a paranormal investigator. If you assist me I will not harm you. I have no real reason to bring harm upon you, Dibbun Membrane. Useless violence will not bring either you, nor I, closer to our goals."

"I'm NOT helping you." Dib spoke angrily, grabbing Skoodge's arms. "I'm throwing you into my closet and putting THREE PAIRS of sleep cuffs-"

"You leave me no choice then." Skoodge said softly. He quickly broke out of Dib's hold and grabbed HIS wrists.

"AAA!" Dib screamed in pain. "What are you doing?!"

"Crushing your fragile human bones, little one." Skoodge intoned. "But I will give you one more chance. Do as I say and you'll be spared."

"RRR..." Dib grit his teeth in pain, then finally nodded. Skoodge let go and nodded. "Fine. If I DO Help you?" Dib inquired.

"Oh, I will make it worth your while." Skoodge said. "Say...with a piece of Irken technology so advanced that they will HAVE to call you sane?"

Dib rubbed his chin. "Find a ghost that hurls pies in exchange for advanced alien technology?...I can live with working with your kind for that. But I'll need a disguise."

"Taken care of." White said, entering the room and holding up a holographic image inducer.

"This pie-hurler must be stopped. He's made FOOLS of us Irkens!" Skoodge growled.

"I disagree, you were fools long before he came along." White laughed.

SOME TIME LATER...

"Now, from the splatter-impact of the pies...they were obviously thrown by hand." Dib said, disguised as a blue-eyed Irken with a dark cloaked-jacket and a tool belt with various technological equipment for use in "Phantom Pie Hurler-Hunting".

"Not necessarily. some people are pretty clever with their feet." Purple added. "You should see Sizz-Lorr! He can fry TEN slydoodeedoos with his feet!"

"Which is why they always taste like feet." Red realized out loud.

"...brilliant." White groaned.

"Now...these PIES, were they all identical. They all used fruit." "Dab" went on. "EXCEPT...for THIS one." He added, holding up the remains of the latest pie. "There was a BOOT in it."

"Ahhh. So the dreaded hurler is a military man!"

"And as it were the The 1st Heavy Underwater Artillery. Happens to live right near where Erin keeps getting attacked!" Red realized. "Dab, Skoodge...I want you to go there at once and arrest the first Irken you see wearing one boot!" He demanded as-

SPLAT! A pie flew in through the window and hit Dib.

"...I hate all of you so very much."

…

…

…

… "I assure you, this is absolutely ridiculous. None of my men are-"

"We want to be SURE, Commander Darth."

"Fine, fine, I'll call them all out."

The blind alien tapped his forehead and concentrated. Immediately all of the soldiers within the base went RUNNING to the main hall of the 1st Main Heavy Underwater Artillery. The entire building was actually under the sea, and various fish of different kinds were swimming around them. On either side of the main hall were hallways leading off to bunks, the cafeteria, etc, etc. At the very top was a crystal chandelier. They LIKED chandeliers.

"So, why are you doing this again?" Darth inquired, blind eyes narrowing.

"I'm looking for a criminal-" Skoodge began.

"Which one? The whole LOT are a bunch of stupid defectives, criminals or morons who either ran away from Food Service, spat on the Tallest or blew up the planet they were supposed to invade before they even GOT their. Reminds me of the stories of Zam..."

Skoodge shuddered. Zam had been the absolute WORST invader of all time. He had blown himself up while still on the planet he had yet to invade in his penultimate act of stupidity.

"Anyhow, I doubt you'll-"

"Please, this is important." Erin spoke up, standing by Dib. This was the first time she'd talked to Darth.

"WH-what?" He inquired, turning to look in her direction, astral form reaching out. The moment he touched her mind, his eyes bulged out, antennae standing up. "My LADY! Oh, I'm so sorry!" He bowed deeply. "I had no idea you were here!" He ran to her and kissed her hand. "Anything for you, my lady!"

"What's with him?" "Dab", who was really Dib, inquired.

"He only acted this way with Miyuki. Apparently he "sees" a similar soul in her..." Skoodge whispered.

"Alright, you slobs!" Darth yelled out to the gathered Irken grunts who appeared to congregate in the Main Hall. "You all stand at attention so my friend Skoodge and his associates...especially the lovely Erin..." he added with a nod in her direction, "Can examine you!"

Both Skoodge and Dib walked among the ranks looking for the soldier with one boot, but their luck was out, the entire regiment was wearing boots on BOTH feet.

"I say Skoodge, it's getting dark. You can't see in this light!" "Dab" complained.

"Fine, I'll turn on my flashlight." Skoodge said, holding up his flashlight.

FWICK!

KA-THWOOM!

A missile had JUST barely missed the underwater base. Skoodge quickly turned it off. "DARN it! I forgot about the Meekrob..."

"It gets awful sometimes. Our supplies have been cut off recently, we've been keeping track of every single person who has access to heat and clean food and that list is getting shorter and shorter..." Darth went on.

"I want to return to BED. Can I do it SOON? I want me beddy byes!" A soldier spoke up, one with dark brown eyes and a nasty glare.

"Uh, who are you?" Skoodge inquired.

The Irken put his hand on his chest. "Me? I'm Lance Private Doody-Eyes, that's my nickname, but most folks calls me by my regular name."

"What's that?" "Dab" inquired.

"Reg." Reg remarked.

Dab, AKA Dib, looked this...THING over. If he had never seen Irkens before, it would be the closest thing he'd ever SEEN to one, without actually BEING Irken. There was something decidely off...almost like somebody had taken an Irken body and filled it up with cottage cheese...his skin was lime green and he had a slight red tint to his teeth.

"Surely you don't suspect THIS one." Darth inquired. "He's one of my finest soldiers! Always follows orders! Granted, he smells very oddly..."

"I'm over HERE." Reg mumbled.

Darth turned, went "Oops" and gestured in the right direction. "He's perfectly normal. True, has has the same name as the one who blinded me all those years ago-"

"An Irken blinded you? I thought you were CREATED blind." Skoodge remarked.

Darth smirked a little and closed his eyes. "I learned recently that I am a spirit reincarnated into a blind body...a spirit that was once a "World Destroyer", trained by Tallest Kor. It explains my powers as well, AND my calling...with my years of experience I shall lead the Irken people into a new era, one part at a time."

"I'll bet the old Reg you know had more than one boot." Reg admitted.

Darth frowned. "You seriously have only one boot upon your person? Why didn't you tell me? I would have gotten you a replacement, you dolt!"

"I didn't wanna tell ya that my boot were stolen by a thief." Reg added.

"...so why are you wearing it on your HEAD?" "Dab" asked.

"It fits my head better than it fits my foot."

"What size is the boot?" Skoodge inquired.

"Nine."

"What's your head size?"

"Nine."

"Damn." Skoodge swore. "His defense is perfect. So the other one was stolen by a thief and not some random pickpocket?"

"Oh yes, sir!" Reg insisted eagerly, nodding his head. "I NEVER keeps my boots in me pockets!"

"...riiiight..." Dab, who was really Dib, commented.

The next morning, Dib was struck with another pie. This one was an apple pie...

And stone cold.

"Do you know what this means?" Dib asked Skoodge as he, Darth and Erin all sat around the lounge of the Underwater Artillery, a big grin on Dib's face.

"Ummm..." Skoodge blinked. "The pie-hurler is losing interest in you?"

"Nooooo." Dib remarked, shaking his head rapidly. "It proves that the phantom has lost his heat! He's going to be checked off that list Darth was talking about! We've got to get to Head Command and find it!"

AND SO...

"Alright, here we are." Dib looked over a long list that had various Irken names scrawled all over it in bright blue pen. He scanned the various names that had been crossed off, rubbing his chin. It felt weird still appearing as an Irken to the others...he was almost getting USED to it all!

"Well?" Erin inquired.

"Ah, here's the most recent person on Meekrob who has lost their heating." Dib realized as he and the others stood around in the shelved rooms of the back of Head Command. There were dozens of various military records, most of which was a load of hooey, the Irken empire did NOT win as easily or as often as they liked to admit. And against the Meekrob, they continued to lose and lose and lose...

Dib motioned for Skoodge to turn on the communicator vid-screen nearby, and Skoodge flicked a switch, turning it on...and revealing Sizz-Lorr's face.

"Yesssss?" He inquired, looking irritated that he had to move from his diner to go to the Irk-forsaken rock that was Meekrob.

"...oh...uh...sorry, wrong number!" Skoodge gasped out, flicking the off switch as the others looked at him. "No, it couldn't be him, who would he want to throw a pie at?"

RIIIIIING!

Skoodge looked over at the wall and saw they had a call. He turned the vid-screen on.

"Hello?"

"It is ZIM!" Zim complained. "And somebody has thrown a PIE at my glorious visage!"

This time DIB turned the thing off, laughing as he did so, the image of Apple Crumble pie dripping down Zim's head forever lodged in his brain.

...more days went by. Dib continued to be bombarded with pies, and this also applied to anyone walking WITH him who didn't duck or dodge in time! One night, desperate to get some time alone, Dib walked through an alleyway of one of the Irken bases, when SUDDENLY...

SFX: Sinister and dramatic fanfare

...absolutely nothing happened. BUT It happened suddenly. Annoyed, Dib decided to turn on his flashlight since it was getting dark out and head back to Skoodge's place...

BA-KROOOOOM!

"Darn Meekrob!" Dib growled. "STINKIN..."

"Excuse me? Are you depressed?"

Dib turned to see GIR was sitting atop a garbage can. He turned his head to the side. "I'M depressed too. And you know what I do when I'm depressed?"

"...what?" Dib asked.

"I PLAY THE BONGOS!" GIR exclaimed, holding up some bongos and pounding away at them.

"...now I AM depressed." Dib remarked, frowning.

"By the way, could I borrow a cuppa sugar?" GIR asked, popping the bongo tops open and chewing some popcorn that was inside.

"I haven't got any."

"How about a match then?"

"Take the whole dang box!" Dib said, tossing GIR his box of matches which had been rendered useless in the recent "anti-light" weather. "They're useless for me."

"Thanks, big-head-boy!" GIR said happily,popping them in his head and clapping his hands. "Now I can make sure my pie's warm again and Piggy will be happy! Y'know there's nothing worse than being struck down with a cold pie!".

"Yeah, sure, whatever." Dib remarked, rolling his eyes.

Dib watched GIR head off and shrugged the whole crazy thing off. He didn't have time to waste with GIR, he had to find that pie-hurler.

Author's Note:

For those of you who believe that Dib isn't cut out to be a paranormal investigator…please write to Jhonen Vasquez in Los Angeles, California. I've heard he LOVES getting fan mail.

A few days later, Dib got a hot lead on a tip from Reg, who had seen a shadowy figure go out to sea with what appeared to be a small ship that had a nice-smelling aroma coming from it...the aroma of baked goods. Immediately Dib sprung into action!

And so, they traveled by sea, Dib and Skoodge. To avoid detection by the Meekrob, they spoke Tantalog throughout the whole trip and were heavily disguised as Murideans.

"Tooki ba waba!" "Dab" said to "Skoo" as they clasped hands and shook them eagerly as a Meekrob ship eyed them suspiciously. The captain of the ship waved them along and they waved back as they moved the ship down along the bay, breathing a sigh of relief. Dib was dressed up as a yellow-furred Muridean with bright blue eyes and a small tail, while Skoodge was a fat, dark brown-furred, red-eyed one with a thick nose.

"I can't believe I'm disguised as a RODENT. Is this what ZIM has to go through?" Dib wondered.

More often than you'd think.

"Great, now I feel SORRY for that evil alien jerk." Dib muttered at the sky.

"As an added precaution we should stand on separate decks and wear separate shoes." Skoodge added.

"And we'll disguise the ship as a train! But have it made to look up like a boat but PAINT it to look like a train!" VENT remarked.

"...you drank the sea water, didn't you?" Skoodge asked as VENT giggled and then vomited overboard.

Hooking up with Erin, they headed out on a more seaworthy vessel and were sailing along the dark seas, eyes peering over the horizon when...

"MINE AHEAD!" Dib yelled. "There's a horrible, HUGE honkin' mine ahead!"

Erin promptly fell overboard in fear as she took a step back and VENT blinked stupidly. "Funny, she wasn't dressed for swimming!"

"There's no need to worry guys!" VENT insisted. "It's one of OURS!"

Dib covered his eyes and shook his head.

BA-BOOOOOOOOM!

…

…

…

...so they floundered around in that cruel, cruel sea. Fortunately they found that Erin had found a rowboat. Unfortunately there was only room for TWO, apparently...

"Well, Skoodge asked ME to find the Pie-Hurling phantom. Sorry Erin!" Dib said, entering the boat.

"Sure, come on in!" Skoodge asked.

"Wait!" Erin begged. "Uh...fifty monies for a place in the boat!"

SFX: SPLASH

"You Irken SWINE!" Dib yelled angrily, eyes narrowed into slits as he splashed around in the water.

"Come on in, Erin." Skoodge said, bowing deeply.

"Oh, this is nice." Erin commented happily, brushing her red hair back.

"Uh...100 monies for a place in the boat!" Dib called out.

SFX: SPLASH

"HEEEEEYYY!" Skoodge moaned horribly as he was tossed out into the water.

"Up you get!" Erin said, helping Dib into the boat.

"Ahhh, Erin. Myyyy frieeeend." Dib spoke gently, grinning broadly.

"TWO HUNDRED monies for a place in the boat!" Skoodge called out.

SFX: SPLASH

"You ain't MY friend!" Erin snapped angrily as she flopped around in the ocean waves.

"Oh, Skoodge, how could I have abandoned you?" Dib asked. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

"Yes, let's never do something like this ever again." Skoodge agreed.

"FOUR HUNDRED monies for a place in the boat!" Erin hollered.

SFX: SPLASH-SPLASH

That's right, folks. TWO splashes. How is this possible?

"Heh-heh-heh." Darth laughed as he helped Erin into the boat. "I took their little tosies and WOOPS-a-daisy!"

"Darth, you saved my life!" Erin commented, hugging him tightly.

Darth blushed deeply, and hugged her back. "I'm HONORED, milady, to be of service to one as gentle and loving as you."

"So, what do you do for fun?" Erin inquired.

"Well, I enjoy walks on the beach, looking through private thoughts and laughing madly...did you know Purple cross-dresses?"

"It's true!" VENT added, appearing from out of Erin's hair and waving. Yeah...her hair's thick, folks. Lovely thick locks. ^_^

Meanwhile, Skoodge and Dib were drifting around, lost in the sea...when they suddenly saw the faint outline of a ship. Instantly they took off towards it and climbed aboard...finding what was a large shack. Skoodge knocked on it and...

When the Tallest says we is the Master Race, we heil-

SFX: Fart noise

Heil!

SFX: Fart noise

Right in the Tallest's face!

"SILENCE, GIR!"

KNOCK-KNOCK!

"Hold on, hold on!" Zim snapped before opening the door. "Zim does not want any!...wait, why am I not upset that somebody's knocking? And that the somebody is the DIB-STINK!?" He gasped.

"Don't move, Zim!" Dib snapped, eyes narrowing. "I arrest you as the Phantom-Pie-Hurler." He told Zim, smirking.

"Curse you, Dib!" Zim hissed.

"Hands up you devil, don't move…this finger is loaded." Dib told Zim.

"If you kill me I promise you, you'll never take me alive!" Zim hissed.

"...uh...how are we going to prove that ZIM'S the pie hurler?" Skoodge inquired nervously.

"Actually, GIR hurled pies too." Zim explained, spreading his hands. "He just got into some sugar and some baking supplies and went INSANE...more so than usual." He added, seeing Dib's expression of "Oh, c'mon". "But then when DIB appeared to investigate and I threw one at HIM, I...I got hooked! It was so...exhilarating!" Zim went on as GIR held onto the last remaining pie. All of the other cooking supplies in the shack were utterly used-up.

"That pie's ALL the proof we need." Dib said, grabbing something in his jacket and pulling out a communicator. "Tallests Red and Purple?"

"Yeah?"

"What if I told you ZIM and his crazy robot were behind the pie-hurlings?"

"Ooh, then you can dissect him!" Red said happily.

"But we wanna watch!" Purple added gleefully as Zim's mouth hung open and he gulped deeply.

…

…

…

...unfortunately for them, the boat's engine had died. THIRTY days they drifted in an open boat.

"OOOAEIOUGHHHH!" Dib groaned as they lay back in the boat, looking up at the sky. He and Zim had flies circling around their heads. And he could hear birds calling in the air.

"There's freaky bald BIRDS circling around…" Zim muttered. He looked quite gaunt and was a pale green color by now.

"Vultures." Dib mumbled, adjusting his cracked glasses for the eighteen bamillionth time. His skin was pale and yellowy. "They're called vultures. Normally they stay on the PLAINS…"

"They came all this way…and just to EAT us?!" Skoodge muttered.

"I don't know…but we'd best watch out for the ones carrying those knives and forks!" Zim whispered.

"We all live in a yellow submarine! A yellow submarine! A yellow submarine!" GIR sang for the eighteen-bamillionth time.

"Come ONNNN, Dib!" Skoodge moaned, sitting up and holding his stomach as he whined. "We MUST eat that pie or we're going to STARVE!" He sobbed, his figure now far-depleted, his pudgy stomach a distant memory.

"NEVER, do you hear me, No!" Dib shouted, clutching onto the pie and snarling at Skoodge. "That's the only evidence we've got against him! This will get him on an autopsy table! I WON'T give it up...though…" He looked down at his stomach. "I must admit I've got one HELL of an appetite..."

"We've got to eat the pie, or we're going to DIE!" Skoodge demanded of Dib, frowning angrily.

"NEVER!" Dib cried out.

"WE MUST!" Skoodge insisted.

And that, dear readers, is the end of our story, except of course, for the END. So we invite listeners to submit what they think should be the true ending! Should our protagonists eat the pie and live, or leave it and…in the cause of justice…die? Meantime, for you ZADR shippers who just want a happy ending, here it is!

Zim and Dib held onto each other tightly, locked in a deep embrace. Zim, no longer in his disguise, smiles warmly at Dib as Dib returns the same loving smile.

"Darling, darling, will you marry me?" Dib asked, eyelids partially down the same as Zim.

"Of COURSE I will…darling!" Zim said, and the two then kissed passionately as Nick wiped his teary eyes with a kleenex, watching the two smooch up a storm, their tongues intertwining like two snakes making love, their chests rising and lowering as they took great deep breaths filled with life…

Thank you and goodnight.

[lady-of-the-spirit]

For the character thing, Sersi? And Anakin too if I may ask multiple? :P

of course i'm gonna do both my blorbos!!

Sersi

How I feel about this character: BEST CHARACTER IN THE MOVIE. she's chronically late, she talks to statues, she's a bad liar, she's a collector, she's horribly insecure and is such a sweetheart and is the heart of the whole movie 💚

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Ikaris (I love tragedy 😔), Dane bc she deserves a nice normal guy and he clearly loves her!! (or at least they think he's normal-), Thena and Gilgamesh in an ot3 because I thought of it ONCE and couldn't let it go

My non-romantic OTP for this character: I mean I could say all of the Eternals because I love their relationships but I'll be specific. Phastos! They are besties to me, I cannot be convinced otherwise. Also Druig. I'm pretty neutral on Druig but I love his relationship with Sersi, he clearly respects her and listens to her!!

My unpopular opinion about this character: I mean just the fact that she's my fave is kinda unpopular already. people don't really care about her :(

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish she could have had a more solid leadership arc. Like she's clearly afraid to take control, everyone makes jokes about Ikaris not being the leader which probably isn't good for her self esteem (Sprite outright says she doesn't care about Ajak choosing Sersi instead), and in the end none of that is really resolved. I wish her internal arc had been fleshed out some more and gotten a more satisfying ending of everyone looking to her as leader (this is why it should have been a show and not a movie!!!)

Anakin

How I feel about this character: honestly my favourite character potentially from the whole star wars series, DEFINITELY from the prequels. I love a tragedy and Anakin Skywalker is the definition of tragedy.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Padme, obviously. I've read some Rex/Anakin fics too but tbh I never watched the clone wars so I can't say I actually ship it.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Obi Wan is his tragic brother/father figure and I love it. Also, again from someone who hasn't watched the clone wars but read fics, Ahsoka and also his clone trooper squad.

My unpopular opinion about this character: This is more an unpopular opinion about the fandom I guess but. Anakin was not misunderstanding the Jedi teachings when he talked about love. Love is forbidden for Jedi, that's literally the whole point of the story? It's not just attachment or obsessive love, it's all love. Why would Anakin have completely misunderstood the jedi teachings. If that were true that would say more about the jedi as teachers than Anakin, I think.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I mean if I said what I wanted to happen to him, the rest of the series probably wouldn't even exist in the first place? But damn I wish someone in the jedi had been like Why the fuck does Palpatine want to spend so much time with our new 9 year old recruit and cut that shit out.

Or just. Him being a slave for his entire childhood being acknowledged at all after Phantom Menace because damn they did not acknowledge any of that shit at all.

give me a character and I'll break their ass down

[mengyao]

☔ for the ask game!

Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

I have way too many WIPs as it is so idk if I'll ever get to this but I have the dregs of an idea for a SQX + SWD fic set during their adolescent/young-adult transient waif cultivators-in-training era that's just............ extremely dire. abuse cw for like, all of this below jkdfhg

my vision is something from SWD POV that really gets into the muck re: what exactly one's mindset towards one's sibling must be in order to do... the things... that he does. and exploring the idea that like. in the way of many abusive dynamics, the relationship is structured around the idea of "you need me, you're weak and fragile and can't manage on your own and it's a good thing you have someone like me who loves you more than anyone else ever will and protects you from all the things you couldn't handle," but in fact the more dominant party is the one with the fragile ego that's dependent on having this lesser status person to provide for on conditional terms. like, they achieve feelings of agency and personal power through being in control of this other person, and they can't bear to consider that their lesser status person could actually manage as a whole human being without them--that would undermine their whole worldview and sense of self.

I have no actual plot ideas, I just keep getting my interest captured by the pre-ascension life-on-the-run period where SQX is living as a boy/young man after a childhood of being raised by a girl, and the variety of crossed streams and places of internal confusion about how to understand their self-concept and navigate the relationship with SWD now, while SQX is trying really hard to seem Normal to the outside world despite all the turbulence going on around them... but all of that filtered through SWD's eyes, I guess????

genuinely the main reason I have not put pen to paper wrt this in any way is that all the reasons I find it super compelling and fascinating are also reasons why I would find it quite hellish and upsetting to write... also like, oh the joys of writing something that is not "shipping fic" and has no obviously "over the line" events but where it would also feel irresponsible to not give it an incest content warning because there's enough of a radioactive vibe i feel like it could be triggering in that regard anyway

there are certain kinds of dark content i find neutral or even fun to write because i feel in control of the events and can do thought experiments about "extreme" emotions or situations and it just feels quite "safe", but this falls into a different category of being emotionally realistic enough and distanced enough from the more elevated "genre"-y elements that i think it would be cathartic to write but also super draining and dredge up a lot of Stuff !

[oleanderblume]

Csa trauma vent post

I hate that there's no one to talk to. About the really fucked up parts of cptsd related to csa.

Like you can but it doesnt last cause no one wants to fucking hear about it but you know what sucks even more?

The way it destroys my ability to have and maintain any sort of sexual or romantic intimacy. Its not enough that shitty stuff happened when i was too young and too eager to please. Its not enough that romance has turned into this constant and almost inevitable feeling of waiting for the other shoe to drop. "When are they going to hurt me?" Not if. When.

Hasn't failed me yet. And ive functionally snuffed out the option for that to ever happen by completely closing myself off to it as a whole.

But that isn't fucking enough either is it?

No. It has to take *everything* even normal, healthy things in the safety of solitude in your own room, in your own bed, turn into just another god damned stage to perform the worlds worst reappearing act.

Used to i would just hurt, because its easy to get caught up in the bad and memories. But now im just ANGRY. It isn't fucking fair.

I left. I am GONE from them. From him. I should be allowed this one thing, to feel okay. But I just cant have it, can i? It's too triggering. Its too nasty. Even the good parts are twisted up in horrible things parents should never say to their children.

I cut them out of my life, havent spoken in YEARS. Moved ten hours away from them. They dont know where i am. What im doing, if im even alive, probably.

And i cant fucking go to bed in a nice way without that atrocious reminder rearing its ugly head. It isnt fucking fair.

I just want to be normal. I want it to be good. So badly. I want to not hurt. Every. Single. Time.

I stopped loving others because all it got me was hurt. But i cant love myself because he will always be there, taunting me. Taking stuff i would like and making it bad again. I should be able to feel safe. I should be able to trust my own fucking mind.

It isnt fair. This isn't fair.

I have to contend with apparitions and wrenching control away from me while i am forced to watch, or losing myself to some scared little girl that doesn't know what the hell is going. Or both.

And the worst part is that im alone. Its just me. And him. And her.

I dont know what happened to the others, if they were integrated, or made dormant for some indefinite period of time, but its just us. She is clueless and a danger and he is disgusting.

But no one fucking talks about it. I think maybe thats the ine thing most broken about me. Sure there's all the trauma. And self harm comes in a myriad of ways.

But this is a sort that no one believes. No one tales it seriously because there arent scars. And it's not self harm if it's pleasurable, now is it?

But they forget, and disregard that it ISN'T pleasing. It does not feel good. It doesn't make me feel safe. Its a type of harm that's designed to take the most basic human urges and turn them into a dreaded affair. Whatever was good, doesn't last. And as soon as it's gone im left sobbing, trying to pick up the pieces and pretend that its all fine and im just overreacting because of silly trauma.

Just let me have peace??? Let me be normal, for once. Let me do a normal, human thing that is natural and neutral without turning it into a flashback or a direct lesson in the best way to most effectively remind me of my deepest traumas.

Part of me wants to be mad at myself, or i guess Bastard for being the persecutor that haunts me on a personal and equally vindictive level....but it's not him. He's just a mirror, doing his job— as shitty as it is. Im mad at him. At them. For hurting me in the first place. Im mad that i have lived my entire life severed from normality by his acts of lust. Im mad at the betrayal.

I am mad even more that i was okay with it...that she makes it okay. She doesn't understand, she's still in that timeline and cant see past it, i dont think.

But i can, and i am forced to feel her feelings. Hear her fucking thoughts. How she loved him so *deeply* how she blames herself and how she grew attatched to it. It was okay for her. She made it okay, and i feel all the guilt that comes from it even when it isnt mine. Thats one of the worst parts.

I am cognizant enough to understand that it's not real, it was never real, it was some gross and grotesque way of maintaining control over the spiraling life of a 30 year old father sought in his pubescent daughter. *i* can see that.

But she can't.

She sees him, loving her. Caring about her. And she knows its wrong. It hurts her. She cries...every time, after he leaves and she wants nothing more than to gouge out her eyes so she doesn't see his face, or rip her skin off to stop feeling his fingers on her.

I have to sit and bear witness to justification after justification. I just want it to be done with. Over. I want to be able to do normal things.

But im not fucking normal, so i can't.

[taromilksnake]

3:27pm [Dec. 1, 2024] everything needs fixing by karla cordero

the funny thing is i know i’ve been here at least twice before (the day before the end of thanksgiving break), yet i don’t remember any of it. this year really has blown by, but felt like many lifetimes at the same time. i guess it’s a good thing? novelty and change makes life slow down, while mundanity tends to pass in a blur, so it’s a little hard to say

ran into anthony on the way out (i’m upstairs now at mesa, getting ready to get started on preparing for tomorrow, after a morning and afternoon of procrastinating), and it was nice to see that he was as excited to see me as i was him. the funny thing (well, not so funny) is that on the way over i was getting in my head, thinking again about how inadequate i feel, how “everything needs fixing,” in terms of not feeling panicked and clinging to anthony when i’m stressed, in seeking therapy, looking into top surgery, figuring what or how to spend my time and otherwise introduce novelty in my life outside of climbing. maybe it’s because of age, and changes in relationships in general can be destabilizing, but it feels like there’s suddenly a time limit to these things, to make my life perfect, in short. i think that’s part of my problem too, to seek meaning and control in things that happen in life that maybe doesn’t have any, or is just value-neutral. it’s hard to explain the feeling, but i think julia has gone through (and is going through?) something similar, so that’s pretty comforting. what also brings comfort is the idea that the way to get something done is to take twice as long (if i can’t have twice as much fun). anyway, seeing anthony alone blew away a lot of the self-doubt and fears i was experiencing. in the moment i was just glad to see him. still feel pretty insecure, but he knows that. “it is an honor and privilege to support you.” “the self is a story, and stories are meant to be shared.”

[joeygoeshoppity]

This is a bit about me.

Hey, guys!

This blog has been created for the purpose of recording what I'm doing in my daily life - from May 13th onwards, I'll be uploading stuff (not regularly) on this blog that I feel I'd want to share with you guys, or I might need a perspective on, or ask a few questions, or even make a few acquaintances.

Here's a few things about myself to get started! ~ BASIC IMPORTANT STUFF: What can you call me?: Zoey, Joey, Zo(zo) How old am I?: Well... I'm not going to tell you guys that just yet. I'll say I'm a teenager, though. Nationality: Indian and proud! Many people do confuse me for a Filipina or American citizen, so I'm going to clear it up here. Birthday: 13th November ~ DETAILS ABOUT MY PERSONALITY: Sun, Moon and Rising Signs: Scorpio, Aquarius and Cancer MBTI (Myers-Briggs Type Indicator): ENTP-A (The Debater) Enneagram (with wing) and Tritype: 2w1 215 Alignment Chart Result: True Neutral Temperament: I-C (Sanguine-Melancholy) What are some of my good traits?: I guess I'd say I'm pretty smart - emotionally and intellectually. Many people say I'm level-headed, wise and determined, and the nicest person around. What are some of my bad traits?: While I have a lot of determination, I can get distracted very, very easily. I also have a very sharp tongue and a strong ego on occasion, getting myself into a lot of fights. ~ STUFF ABOUT MY INTERESTS: What do I aspire to be when I grow up?: An architect or an interior designer is of my highest interest, and Annabeth chase is a huge inspiration of mine in that sense. But it doesn't mean that I want to limit myself to just that - I could be a writer, a chef, a voice actress, a vlogger - anything. What book genres do I read?: Generally, I read fantasy novels, but I don't have a preference. And no, I'm not a part of Booktok. Any specific books that I like?: Definitely any major book by Rick Riordan, as well as The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari, the Anne of Green Gables series by Lucy Maud Montgomery, Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli and a few Alice Oseman books too! What movie/show genres do I enjoy watching?: I definitely have a preference for action, comedy and drama films - nothing makes me love a film more than it managing to make me feel like I want to cry. Any favorite shows or films?: I've enjoyed a bunch of films and shows, but nothing beats 8 Below, 3 Idiots, The Lion King, Anastasia, the Adam Project, A Silent Voice, Percy Jackson & the Olympians, Heartstopper, Mystreet, Minecraft Diaries and a few others. What other things do I enjoy doing?: I play the piano (currently in Trinity Grade 4, sketch, sing, play videogames and generally enjoy socialising with people when I get the chance. Other than that, I enjoy annoying (and doting on) my mom, begging her to go out and enjoy new culinary experiences, and being a slight couch potato when I have time to think to myself. And now... ~ FANDOM-RELATED INFORMATION: Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff Patronus: Dragonfly What Harry Potter character would I be?: I would probably not end up being one specific character - I'd probably end up with Neville's heart, something similar to Luna's creativity, Hermione's intelligence and the rest of it... well, Ron Weasley, minus all the siblings. Percy Jackson cabin: Cabin 6, as expected - half of the time, though, I honestly thought it would be Cabin 11 or Cabin 14. What Riordanverse character would I be?: Like with the Harry Potter characters, definitely not a specific character. I'd have Annabeth's intelligence, Frank's sense of self, Magnus's sense of humor and Samirah's self-control. (I'd fill in more stuff, but I feel partially like I want to collapse from post-exam exhaustion.) Anyways, that's my introduction for now. I'll probably redo it later... maybe after a year or two. Hope you guys don't mind reading this absolute dump of an introduction.

See you guys sometime (hopefully) soon!

Sincerely, Zoey

"Where’s the glory in repeating what others have done?"  - Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson and The Lightning Thief