#guys there are people that with no content just hyperfix on other things

[unwaveringemotions]

bnha will end soon, and i’m bursting with how much feelings i’m going through especially after i’m reading many congratulations already and thanking to horikoshi for giving us such amazing story. this manga has been with me when i was still in high school, i was just a teen back in 2017 when on that beautiful and older twitter i’ve seen people talking about mha, curiosity got me and i started it and it has been best decision of my life. because this wasn’t a shonen like others, mostly because izuku wasn’t like some other shonen protagonists. he was the voice of all that people that in their life no one encouraged them, that everyone underestimated because someone like them can’t do great things. but despite all they continued to follow their own dreams, no matter how much work it would take. deku has been all of those things, and it’s rare for me to kin a character so much, but he catch my attention because he was and is just like me. i’m not joking that the “deku wouldn’t give up” has been my mantra by now . so, here we are now soon at the end, but it’ll end knowing those characters got our heart and especially deku got kacchan’s heart and became his sun that he finally accepted into his life.

we love our hero academia and thanks horikoshi for showing us this beautiful art, reaching at a conclusion of bakugou and izuku’s development as both characters and their relationship

[3stagesofpain]

i lwk hc jason to be a football fan/wanted to be a football player. not because hes big and built like a tank, but because its a good way to release pent up anger that isnt fatal! (i didnt word that right football can be fatal but i mean in the way that youre least likely to be shot randomly and even that isnt exactly a 0% chance)

besides theres alot of football players that are also sweethearts with sweet hobbies !

but i also think jason wanted to be a football player when he was little because like books, he saw it as a potential escape from everything around him. where he couldve let loose and just have fun, but yk he was a malnourished scrawny little thing from crime alley so,,, not exactly football material,,, but hey a crime alley kid can dream!!!!

hmm maybe after the pit and his whole red hood arc he gets the chance to rediscover his love for football, and now that hes older and more fit than he was before death he could fufill his childhood want to play. so he helps the alley kids in ways he couldnt when he was little, jason is a personal sanctity for the alley kids offering aid and protection but also posing as an outlet to let the crime alley kids be just that, kids. And if he plays flag football with the kids at the park then thats not anyones business but his and his alone. he has a chance to help some kid be happy and hes gonna take it everytime!!!

i dont think this can be considered projecting if im bullshitting my way thru characterization without knowing everything and barely anything

[burinazar]

It's a bit funny that to parts of my circles I'm 'the fandom one'/'the fanfic one'/'the shipping one' as the person they know most prominently into such things

because as much as i love writing my fics and shipping my ships my interest in both of those things is, I think, very narrow and specific compared to most people who are into them? due to my habits being like. very particular

[cryptosexologist]

jumpscared by one of The Schmuck Siblings because someone @-ed me in the replies to a post the author changed to a Monogatari screencap because posting things people reply to is miserable (fair) but they also have dogshit taste in anime (kills them with a rock)

[ordinary-barbie]

scary dog privileges.

summary: Nobody's messing with you as long as Rafe Cameron is around.

pairing: rafe x sweet!pogue!reader

word count: 1.7k

tags: fem!reader, swearing, a guy acts like a creep towards reader, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v sex (protected), mutual orgasms

note: dipping my toes into obx fanfic after hyperfixating/crushing on Drew Starkey and reading a ton of Rafe stories, haha. I have not seen the show but I'm shooting my shot here anyway!

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They say that opposites attract, which couldn't be more accurate regarding your relationship with Rafe Cameron.

Rafe was the Kook king of Kildare Island, someone who oozed cockiness and arrogance. Meanwhile, you were a soft-spoken Pogue. When people spotted the two of you together, they couldn't wrap their heads around it, and frankly, neither could you. Rafe had his pick of any girl on the island - especially the Kooks - but somehow he only had eyes for you, which warmed your heart.

It all started last year, with a party at Tannyhill to celebrate your class graduating from high school. You were content to stay under your covers, binging Love Island Australia on Hulu, but your friend Olivia had begged you to come with her. Eventually, you relented, your curiosity about one of Rafe Cameron's famous parties getting the better of you.

Within five minutes, you'd ran into Rafe—literally. You'd been swaying to the music and accidentally bumped into him, spilling your drink all over his shirt. You'd been mortified, apologizing profusely and insisting on helping him clean up.

Rafe was a goner ever since.

Now it was time for another Tannyhill bash to celebrate the start of summer, and you were squarely by Rafe's side. In the year you'd been together, you'd discovered how protective your boyfriend was. He held onto you like an anchor, always having an arm wrapped around your waist or shoulders, no matter if he was talking to Topper and Kelce or kicking some rando's ass at beer pong. You appreciated it; parties often made you feel like a nervous baby deer, and it was nice to have someone to hold on to.

Unfortunately, you couldn't always be joined at the hip. "I'm gonna piss but I'll be right back, baby," Rafe promised, giving your ass a light squeeze on the way to the bathroom. As soon as your boyfriend was out of sight, your smile dropped. While you'd made an effort to get to know Rafe's friends, you were still incredibly nervous in a house full of Kooks.

To kill some time, you scrolled through Instagram, giggling at Olivia's latest story. She'd posted herself having a "friendly pizza sesh" with a guy, but you knew she'd had a huge crush on him since high school.

Suddenly, a shadow passed over you. "What's got you laughing like that, pretty girl?" You jumped, startled by the unfamiliar male voice.

A smirking guy with short, curly dark brown hair and glinting hazel eyes sauntered up to you. "Hey, I'm Aidan. I'm new in town—but maybe a cute thing like you could show me around?" he lazily drawled.

Your skin prickled with discomfort. You suddenly wanted to shrink into yourself, but you forced yourself to smile anyway. "Sorry, I'm not interested."

Aidan laughed, undeterred, and leaned into you. "Playing hard to get, huh? That's kinda hot," he whispered into your ear, making your stomach churn.

"I said no thanks," you responded, laughing nervously. You should run. You needed to get out of there. But for some reason, you found yourself rooted to the spot, trapped with Aidan and the pungent stench of his cologne.

Aidan pouted, using his arms to pin you against the wall. "C'mon babe, just give me a chance. I don't bite."

"How many times is she gonna tell you to fuck off before you get the point?" Relief flooded your chest at the sound of your boyfriend's voice.

Aidan rolled his eyes. "Why don't you fuck off, dude? We were having a moment."

Rafe glared at Aidan, his eyes blazing with rage, and grabbed the other boy by the collar of his Lacoste polo. "That's my girlfriend, you jackass. And you're gonna step the fuck away from her. Now."

You suddenly felt a zinging sensation in your core, turned on by Rafe's behavior. He was so sweet and silly and kind but could turn into a snarling dog in an instant — definitely not someone to fuck around with.

Rafe released Aidan's collar and the brunette gulped, suddenly trembling with fear.

"I - I'm sorry man. I had no idea," Aidan stammered. "I'll leave her alone."

Rafe wrapped a protective arm around your waist, scowling at Aidan. "Get the fuck out of my house."

Aidan meekly nodded, scurrying out of Tannyhill. The party filled with laughter, with people cheering Rafe on. But Rafe ignored the commotion, only focused on you.

"I'm so sorry baby. I should've been there to protect you from that—that asshat," Rafe apologetically said, tenderly stroking your cheek. You leaned into his touch, instantly comforted by the warmth radiating from his body.

"It's okay, Rafe," you assured him. "It's not like you could take me into the bathroom with you."

Rafe frowned, kissing the top of your head. "Maybe I should. Can't have these fuckin creeps tryna mess with my girl."

You laughed, shaking your head at your well-meaning boyfriend. "I adore you, but I'm not gonna stand there and watch you pee."

Rafe flashed you a lopsided grin. "Why not? We've done way worse things in there. That poor sink has seen some shit."

You playfully shoved Rafe's shoulder. "Rafe Alexander Cameron! I can't believe my knight in shining armor is so crass."

"Don't act like you don't love it, baby," he casually replied, kissing your neck. You let out a soft moan, tilting upward so Rafe could have more access.

The two of you were interrupted by the sound of Topper fake retching. "Begging y'all to please get a room," he pleaded. You couldn't help but snicker at Topper's dramatics.

Rafe lazily flipped off his friend before whisking you off to his bedroom and locking the door. "Get on the bed for me, pretty girl," Rafe said huskily, brushing his lips against your ear. Damn, that nickname sounded so much sexier from Rafe's lips than that douche from earlier. (Aaron? Andrew?)

You kicked off your sandals and laid down on top of Rafe's king-sized bed, pulling off your dress and underwear. Rafe quickly shed himself of his clothes and laid on top of you, kissing down every inch of your body.

"So I'm your knight in shining armor, huh? Well let me give my princess the treatment she deserves," Rafe drawled, relishing in the way your body reacted to his touch.

He plunged two fingers inside you, pumping them in and curling them right against your sweet spot. You gasped, loving the way he stretched you out. Rafe had been the only guy you'd ever slept with and at this point, you couldn't imagine yourself with anyone else; how could you, when you've only experienced the best?

You began to crave more than just his fingers, however. "Rafey," you whined, fully overcome with lust.

Rafe chuckled, lazily rubbing at your clit. "Use your words, princess. Tell me how to make you feel good."

You gulped, still feeling a little timid when it came to expressing your desires in the bedroom. "I need—I need your mouth, Rafey. Please."

Rafe knitted his eyebrows in mock confusion. "Where, baby? Your lips? Your cheek? Your forehead?"

"Rafe Cameron. Eat my pussy before I explode," you begged, your horniness taking over.

Rafe smirked, pulling his fingers out of you before slowly running his tongue across your folds. “Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty. Almost as much as I love this sweet little pussy. She's already so wet for me, holy shit."

You whimpered, arching your back in ecstasy as Rafe continued to pleasure you, kissing and sucking at your clit. You felt that familiar fire in your stomach, a sure sign that your climax was fast approaching.

"Oh, Rafe—'m gonna cum," you moaned, your legs shaking. Rafe sped up his movements, rubbing your clit with his thumb and index finger while pumping his tongue in and out of your hole. Eventually the dam burst and you felt your orgasm wash over you as your legs clamped down on either side of Rafe's head.

You took a minute to come down from your high, admiring the sight of your boyfriend with mussed-up hair and your glistening slick decorating his face. Even while looking totally disheveled, Rafe was a work of art.

Rafe wiped his face with the back of his hand, savoring the rest of your juices on his fingers. "Always my favorite meal baby," he purred. "But now I need to be inside you. Turn around for me, princess."

You shifted your position on the bed so you were lying on your stomach while Rafe rummaged in his bedside drawer for a condom. You heard him unwrapping the foil packet and rolling the condom on before feeling the head of Rafe's cock teasing your hole. You let out a breathy moan, loving and loathing the teasing simultaneously.

Rafe held on to your hips as he pushed into you, thrusting in and out at a steady pace. "Can't get enough of this pussy," he grunted. "So warm and tight f'me."

The din of the party going on downstairs faded away, and you could only focus on the sounds of sex occurring in the room: the duet of moans between Rafe and you, the creak of the bed, the sound of skin slapping against skin. A year ago, you couldn't imagine coming out of your shell like this. But now? Well—

"Gonna cum again, Rafey," you breathily blurted out, feeling your pussy clench down on Rafe's cock.

"Fuck yeah, princess, just come all over my cock," Rafe groaned.

Almost as if on cue, you felt your climax wash over you, and Rafe helped you ride out your orgasm before spilling his load into the condom. You had a fleeting thought about Rafe shooting his cum inside you instead, but you weren't quite ready for that yet.

You and Rafe took a minute to catch your breaths before he took off the condom and tied it up, tossing it into the wastebasket next to his bed. He rolled over on his side, enveloping you in his arms and burying his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

"Baby, you're incredible," Rafe murmured, kissing your shoulder.

You smiled, feeling light and airy inside. "Rafe, you're incredible. Thanks for being my scary dog earlier."

"I'm sorry, 'scary dog?'" Rafe repeated with a laugh.

"Scary dog privilege. It's something I saw on TikTok," you explained. "Basically it means that if you're with an intimidating-looking person, people will leave you alone because they don't want to mess with a scary dog. And seeing you be protective like that? It was pretty hot."

Rafe fondly gazed at you, stroking your hip. "Well shit, I'll be your scary dog anytime then, baby."

[nutcase-sam]

Hello everybody, I apologize for the terrible wait. I started this comic way back at the start of february, but school and other matters have kept me from finishing it. I finally mustered enough will to finish and post it today (it is currently half past midnight in my country), so I hope you enjoy it. Again, I’m so sorry I was gone for so long.

Unfortunately though, this is probably the last post I will make for the AvA fandom, as my hyperfixation has shifted to another fandom, and I have lost interest in this one. I still watch the series, but I will no longer draw fanart, so I advise anyone who follows me for AvA content to unfollow me. I’m sorry!

Some things regarding the comic: I have never played D&D before, so the gameplay I’m portraying here is probably completely wrong. I hope you understand the gist of it nonetheless. Also, I first wanted to make a comic with just red and a dragon (because I love dragons!!), but it quickly evolved into this.

See you guys around, and thank you all SO MUCH for all the support you have shown me on my previous posts. I never thought my silly comics would be viewed by so many people, thank you truly!

[mrsshabana]

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧!𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

꒦꒷‧₊ Content Dragon!Gyutaroxfemale!reader, fantasy au, fluff ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.1k words. I've been hyperfixated on dragons lately, so I decided to write this. I want to continue this au when I come up with cute or interesting scenarios. I hope you all enjoy it and thanks for reading ♡

Gyutaro never wished he was a human until he met you. Longing to walk by your side and see you face to face without having to look down at you from up above. The thought of being able to hold your hand brings butterflies to his stomach. But there’s no way that could happen now. You could maybe wrap your hand around one of his fingers.

The only thing he likes about his current form is that he can protect you from any threat. There are not many creatures larger or more ferocious than him.

But still, he’d give away his power in an instant if it meant he could hold your hand. Even just one time.

He keeps these fantasies to himself, though. He’d never dream of telling you. So instead, he stays as your loyal guardian, protecting you from any trespassers.

Even though he could never be with you in a romantic sense, he’s just happy to be in your presence. Receiving your kindness and praise. Being your companion is enough for him.

Usually, princesses hate the fire-breathing dragons that protect their castles and fend off oncoming knights. But not you. You adore Gyutaro - the large poison dragon with black and green scales.

Unlike other princesses, you'd consider yourself an introvert. When you lived with your parents, you'd always dread large events or making appearances in front of your subjects. They revered you and treated you and your family as if you were gods. It always made you feel uncomfortable and you wanted nothing else but to live as a regular girl.

So when your father, the king, announced that he'd be sending you to live in a castle far far away, you were estastic. Finally you'll get to be alone!

Well, not quite alone. There was a fire-breathing, man-eating dragon that was bound to protect you in your new home.

Dragons are extremely intelligent and territorial. So when he was given the duty to protect the castle and you no matter the cost, he did a damn good job. Never in the years that you've been living here has Gyutaro harmed you.

You can't say the same for the knights that came to your new castle though, making useless attempts to "save" you. You never felt like you needed saving, and you never felt like any of those men genuinely cared about you. All they wanted was the ego boost and notoriety of slaying a terrifying beast and saving a beautiful princess.

Well, Gyutaro never let that happen. He'd chase them down as soon as they laid foot on his territory. If not burning them to a crisp, he'd swallow them whole.

Today was another one of those days. You heard a commotion downstairs, a clear sign that Gyutaro was handling another knight in shining armor. You wait until things go quiet to go downstairs and check up on him. There's no doubt in your mind that he succeeded, but you like checking on him anyway.

"Gyutaro?" you call down the dark corridor. You can feel the heat radiating off of the large pillars. Indicating that he recently blew his flames.

"Princess!" A raspy voice calls out excitedly from the darkness. Following the voice, you hear heavy footsteps, shaking the whole building as the enormous beast comes towards you.

He leans down and blows green flames onto the nearby torches, creating a soft glow in the room.

You look up at him with a smile on your face. Admiring his beauty and grace. Most people have described him to be an ugly beast, but you disagree. You find his shining scales, unique spots, and large pointed horns quite beautiful.

"You're hurt," you say with concern as you notice his front paw is bleeding.

"It isn't so bad..." he mumbles, "I promise the other guy is in much worse shape." He grins as he looks at his stomach.

You roll your eyes playfully, "That may be true, but you still got injured. Let me patch it up for you."

Gyutaro lays down as you go to fetch some supplies. When you return, you sit beside his large form and put his paw in your lap.

As you're tending to his wound, you notice his tail thumping loudly behind him and smoke coming from his nostrils.

"What's the matter, Gyu?" you question, "Something's clearly got you upset."

"That knight was very handsome," he grumbles, "You probably would've liked him."

"Why would you say that? I wouldn't say your average knight coming to save a princess is the type of man I'd be interested in," you laugh.

But Gyutaro doesn't think it's funny; it's clear he's letting his jealousy get the better of him.

"You would probably be happier with a man like that than you would being stuck here with me... I'm just a beast, and you're a beautiful princess..."

You frown, realizing just how much this is affecting him. "Gyutaro, you shouldn't compare yourself to humans. You're a magnificent dragon! Your power and beauty rival that of the gods! Do you know just how special it is that I'm able to get so close to you? I can't say I know of any humans that get to touch a dragon and live to tell the tale."

"But-" he tries to argue but you quickly cut him off.

"The bond that I have with you is stronger than anything I've ever shared with anyone else," you coo as you gently touch his cheek and look into his big yellow eyes, "I love that you're a dragon, and I would never change that about you."

His eyes begin to water as he looks at your face, seeing how genuine you are. He drapes his wing over you and pulls you close to his body, and then he nuzzles his face into you. Reveling in the feeling of your small hands trying to hug him.

"Thank you, princess..." his voice rumbles with emotion as the two of you hold each other close.

Your species are vastly different, especially in size, but that doesn't hinder the special bond that you share with him.

And even though Gyutaro knows that you love him just as he is, he still yearns to be a human so he can properly show his feelings to you.

He loves being your companion and protector, but he wants to be more than that. He wants to be your lover too.

But that secret will remain with him for eternity. Unless one day he gets the opportunity to become a human, then he'll be able to love you like he's always wanted to.

[drunkinyourbenz]

DIE FOR YOU — chapter one

୨ৎ bodyguard!billie eilish x princess!reader

series masterlist . prologue .

୨ৎ summary: you were the crown princess of your kingdom, raised to be elegant, poised, flawless, and a perfect balance of kind and calculating. your whole life was planned out for you, it had been since you were born. there had never been any other option, you were the future ruler of your kingdom, and you were expected to act like it. but sometimes, things happen that you can’t control—and before you know it, you’re faced with a choice that may result in betraying your family, your kingdom, and your people.

୨ৎ content: fluff, angst (nothing much)

୨ৎ note: chapter one <3 i can't tell if this is good i went into a deep dive and hyperfixated on the fashion but then only wrote like a paragraph on it :( but yeahh hi guys i hope this is good (this didn't show up in tags the first time i posted it if it doesn't this time i'll quit tumblr)

୨ৎ wc: 2.2k

the throne room is bathed in a soft morning light, casting soft shadows over the elegant decor chosen by none other than your mother. the whole castle is a collection of extravagant gold ornaments and first edition paintings and flower arrangements, just to remind everyone just how rich the family is—as if anyone didn’t already know that. the castle is gorgeous inside and out, a large stone building that sits atop a hill, surrounded by lush green forests and backing onto a large picturesque lake. 

the interior is no less gorgeous—it holds the stories of generations after generations of your family who had lived and died in that castle. somehow, you weren’t sure if that was what you wanted. you’d been born in this castle, and you were destined to sit in this throne until someone else took over or you died. 

It’s a cage—a lovely, gorgeous cage, but a cage nonetheless. 

you sit in your throne, the silky fabric of your dress draped delicately over the contours of your thighs, your hands loosely clasped in your lap. the dress had been picked out by your mother and was a dark blue colour. the silk is soft against your skin, but the corset is suffocating. you’d never really had much of a choice when it came to corsets, your mother had forced you into them the moment you turned fifteen and had never looked back. 

your parents are talking to a royal advisor, you’re there to sit still and look pretty. you always listen to what they say during these meetings, but your parents never give you any details on any of the kingdom’s affairs when you ask—you’re  not sure how they expect you to rule the kingdom if you don't know how to deal with the day to day life of a ruler. 

while your parents drone on about one of the kingdom's numerous issues, you find your eyes drifting over to billie. your personal guard stood beside you, about a metre away from your throne. she’d changed since she’d been appointed your guard—you both had. gone was the light hair with pink tips, replaced with long dark brown hair. she had this effortless beauty about her, she quite literally didn’t have to do anything to be the most gorgeous person you’d ever met. 

her long brown hair was tied up in a low ponytail, brushed in front of one of her shoulders. a few strands of her hair were framing her face out of the ponytail, and her blue eyes were fixed on the ground in front of her. she stood next to your parents personal guards, and the lower ranked guards stood by the doors and other stations around the room. the guard uniform was a black suit—seemingly plain, but it hid numerous weapons and other tricks. 

her eyes meet yours, and she sends you a barely noticeable smile. your lips subtly twitch up in return, and the meeting suddenly seems far less boring. 

you could feel eyes on you—not the soft, almost reverent gaze of billie, but the judgemental stare of your parents. inspecting every little thing about you—the slight slump of your shoulders and the way your eyes kept drifting to either the window or in the general direction of billie. with a inaudible exhale, you straighten your back and fix your eyes on where your hands sit in your lap, ignoring the all too familiar twisting feeling in your stomach. your parents' eyes eventually move from you, but you’re still very much aware of the fact that any wrong movement, they’ll catch. 

after what felt like hours, but was—according to the analog clock that lives on the table—only half an hour, the advisor sends your parents an exaggerated smile, “well, we’ll get back to this at a later date. i’m sure you have many duties to attend to, your majesties.” 

with that, the man stands up. you watch as he runs a hand through his slightly greasy graying hair, before he finally bows and leaves the room. instead of letting out the sigh of relief like you’d like to, you let your hands relax from the way they’d been clenched around each other, barely noticing the small crescent moon indents that your nails had left. 

your parents turn to you before you get a chance to even think about leaving, your mother’s manicured nails tapping against the arm of her throne as she speaks. “darling, there’s another ball tomorrow. i’d advise you look through the dresses i selected for you, we really do need you finding a suitor some time soon.”

biting the inside of your cheek, you hum softly, “of course, mother.” 

“once chosen one of the dresses, please visit me. i believe there is something we need to discuss.” 

you nod again, ignoring the impending pit of dread in your stomach at those words. “of course.” 

with that, your mother waves her hand, a silent signal that you are dismissed. you’re out of the room as soon as you possibly can be, billie only a few steps behind. you’re back in your room in no time, door shut behind the two of you. you finally allow yourself to let out the exasperated sigh you'd been holding back. ignoring the dresses your mother had set out for you, you walk to the large french doors out onto the balcony, opening the lacy curtains that cover them and stepping out into the fresh air. the balcony is hidden from the view of everywhere else in the castle, and you rest your arms against the intricate stone rails, looking out at the skyline. 

the weather has turned now—the soft sunlight that had been bathing the castle before has been replaced with dark grey storm clouds, the trees nearby rustling in the strong wind as if to warn you of the storm on its way. 

you’re not entirely sure when billie ends up next to you, but eventually, you feel her presence beside you. she looks out over the lake that your room faces, taking in the way the blue and grey tones of the stormy sky reflect over the water. after a while, her eyes drift, no longer gazing over the view and instead watching you. her blue eyes travel over your side profile—taking in the way your eyes are slightly glazed over, slightly unfocused. your mind is on other things, and billie can tell. 

she can always tell. 

taking a step closer, billie nudges your shoulder with her own, drawing your gaze away from the sunset. your eyes meet billie’s, and for a moment, she just watches you, a soft look in her eyes. after a moment, she speaksup. 

“you okay?” 

you pause for a moment, looking over at her. you look at the way her dark hair falls over her shoulders and her blue eyes search yours, as if looking for something deeper than what you were letting her see, some emotion hidden away below the surface. you hum softly, nodding softly. "mhm, i'm okay."

billie goes to speak again, but you push yourself away from the railings, the skirt of your dress twirling around you slightly as you turn. brushing the subject off, you glance over your shoulder at billie, “i should pick out a dress for tomorrow, i want your opinions.” 

an unreadable expression comes over billie’s face, oh. tomorrow. right. billie hated the balls, and she wasn’t particularly subtle about it. her eyes would trail over the suitors from other kingdoms, taking in their pretentious suits and the way they looked at you as if you were simply an eyepiece, an accessory for them. she could never help the way her lips would turn down, her eyes narrowing a fraction. 

but she wasn’t one to turn down—well, anything. she wasn’t known to turn down anything, as long as you were involved. so she nods, painting a smile over her face, “yeah, show me, princess.” 

that’s how you end up in the last of the three dress options your mother had picked out for you—billie facing the wall while you tug at the ribbon of the corset to tighten it enough. the other two dresses had been gorgeous, a fact that billie had not hesitated to make sure you knew, but they hadn’t felt quite right. the last dress is a pale blue silk with silver embroidery on it, and it hangs around you far more comfortably than the others, the fabric less stiff. 

once the dress is fully on, you look up, “you can turn around.” 

after a moment of billie collecting herself, she turns. her eyes land on you, her breath catching in her throat. her eyes trail over your figure, taking in the fitted bodice with its scooped neckline and the flowing skirt. eyes flickering up to your face the way you smiled softly, waiting for her opinion. she’s always adored how you value her opinion, how you involve her in these things. billie may not know much about fashion or what a princess wore, but she does know how her heart skips a beat when she sees you dressed up like this, and she swallows heavily before speaking. 

“this one. definitely this one.” 

lips twitching into a smile, you look down at the dress and then back up at billie, eyes lighting up slightly. “you think so? perfect, that’s what i thought.” 

under her gaze, you feel like a princess. like, a real princess. not how the princes look at you, not like a pawn in someone else's game, not like an accessory or a bargaining piece. you feel…truly adored by her. she’s had that look in her eyes since you were kids—since the moment the line of every interaction being unbearably awkward was crossed, she had held you in a sort of reverential place in her heart. she felt like a dog at your door—her only offerings being her love and protection, and you’d open the door every single time. 

your eyes meet, your smile only widening when you see the soft look her eyes hold. she holds your gaze, and you’re brought back to the first time her gaze had ever been that soft with you—or at least, the first time that you had noticed. 

the two of you had been sitting by the lake—in view of the castle, but everyone was at the harvest festival, so no one was paying any attention to the two sixteen year olds who had snuck away. you sat there, hands in the grass beside you and the soft sunlight making your skin glow. billie’s hand was on the ground next to yours, propping her up, and if she’d moved ever so slightly closer your fingers would have brushed together. 

the soft breeze made leaves dance around the two of you, and after a long moment you dragged your eyes from the picturesque scene of the sunset reflected in the gently rippling water of the lake. 

“do you think it’ll always be like this?” you asked, voice so soft you weren’t sure it was even audible. 

it was audible, of course. billie could notice every little thing about you—each slight twitch, every curve of your brow and shift of your gaze. billie had mastered the art of noticing, even as a naive sixteen year old. “like what?” 

“like… do you think i’ll always be waiting for something.” 

billie had hummed quietly, “waiting for…?”

“something to change, i guess. something to happen.” 

at your words, billie had glanced at you, chin resting on the palm of her hand. she had that soft look in her eyes, that reverent gaze. “well, whatever you’re waiting for...you’ll only be waiting if you don’t make it happen.”

a sigh left your lips, and you returned to wistfully staring out over the lake. 

as you pulled yourself from the memory, your eyes meet billie’s again. turning around so your back was to her, you speak softly, “could you untie this?” 

billie’s fingers move to the ribbons of the corset, carefully untying it enough to make it easy for you but not to actually take it off. a silence hangs over you, billie’s fingers brush the bare skin of your upper back near your neck—an action that almost certainly must have been purposeful, as the dress didn’t leave much skin bare. moments after her fingertips left your skin, she speaks up. 

“how do you feel about the balls?” 

you pause for a moment, the question not the words you’d been expecting to leave her mouth. “billie, i don’t think it makes a difference how i feel about them.”

billie didn’t miss a beat, “it matters to me.” 

with a sharp inhale, you step away slightly once she’s untied the corset, “you already know.” 

billie doesn’t deny those words, nor does she pull you back when you step backwards. billie knows how you feel—she’s the only person you’d trust to talk to about such things, and even if you didn’t, she has a way of reading you like a book. you’re not an open book, not even in the slightest, but perhaps you are when it comes to her. 

you turn to face her, going to speak before you remember what your mother had said. the frown that paints your lips is automatic, a reaction you can’t stop at the thought of having the ‘discussion’ your mother had spoken of earlier. 

“you’re going to talk to her?” billie’s voice cuts through your thoughts, and you look up from where your fingers had clenched around the fabric of your dress. your words are mumbled, “i should. i’ll just get changed.” 

“i’ll get going then.” billie offers you a smile, “your royal highness.” a smile appears on your face at the use of your title—an ongoing joke between the two of you, referencing when fourteen year old billie had been too terrified to address you as anything but your official title. she knew now that your name was preferred, but the title made you smile, something she would stop at nothing to achieve. 

and with that, billie slips out of your room. you watch the door close behind her, the soft thud it makes as it clicks shut, and the room feels empty.

rooms tend to feel empty without her there—perhaps that’s the result of spending so much time with someone. 

you only wish it could come without the dull ache in your chest. 

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[pollyanna-nana]

Louie isn’t evil.

Or: what Pikmin 4 tells us about his character.

BIG WARNING FOR PIKMIN 4 SPOILERS! (and the rest of the series)

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I want to preface this by saying that I am in no way trying to be the end-all, be-all of character interpretations, but Pikmin 4 to me, at least, confirms the suspicions I’ve had since playing Pikmin 2 and 3 all those years ago that Louie ISN’T secretly evil, or possessed, or whatever else. He’s just… Louie. And I think that’s interesting in and of itself.

1. Olimar himself vouches for him, and clearly doesn’t think he’s a bad person.

Say what you will, but I’m inclined to think Olimar is a decent judge of character. Clearly he’s worked with Louie for enough time to see that while he’s not very good at his job, he’s not intentionally so— at least not in a malevolent way (will get more into this later). He also wants you to forgive him for Olimar’s sake, which can be read as self-sacrificing (as Olimar is known to be) but I also think hints at the soft spot he has for Louie.

It's also worth noting that he states during a end-of-day conversation that he told Louie that, since he's a new employee, he should do everything Olimar does... including throw castaways into the onion. Interesting that Louie took this so literally, but it does provide an explanation for why he kidnapped the Koppaites beyond "he's evil and crazy".

2. He really, REALLY loves his grandma.

Like, wow. He talks about her SO MUCH both in his Piklopedia entries and also elsewhere in the game. It's interesting. Worth noting is that he never mentions any other family members- unlike Olimar, who talks about his wife and each of his children independently. I've said this before, but the content of a lot of these entries implies to me that Louie was mainly raised by his grandma, likely since birth. And given some of her emails in Pikmin 2, assuming they're also canon to Pikmin 4's timeline... Well, Louie certainly had an interesting upbringing. But he clearly loves her all the same.

3. He has a mischievous streak and tends to do things on impulse.

This was already fairly obvious from the previous games, but I think it's worth noting that this game confirms that he's... would immature be the right word? In any regard, he doesn't seem to see himself as a "grown-up"- when in all likelihood he is. Personally, as a 22-year-old, I find that pretty relatable as I often think of myself as younger when in reality I am by all definitions an adult. This, along with his grandma still being around, makes it pretty much certain that Louie is a lot younger than Olimar and the president, likely in his early to mid twenties. Being a bit of a goofball isn't really out of the ordinary, all things considered.

THAT BEING SAID, he's clearly capable of practicing self-restraint when he wants to. What he says here about the red Pikmin is pretty significant, since we know he's willing to eat just about anything- but clearly he has some reservations about creatures that are friendly and helpful. Which leads to...

4. He loves dogs and fluffy things.

Same. But he doesn't even consider eating Moss, Oatchi or the Ancient Sirehound, showing that his creature-eating habits stop at things he recognizes as useful. He clearly also holds affection for things that are soft and fuzzy, and says as much.

5. He is so autism.

He plays with fidget toys. He loves certain textures and sounds. This guy is stimming all over PNF-404!!! I think this also lends some explanation for why his behavior is what it is- things like taking Olimar's suggestion to do as he does super literally even after crashing on an alien planet, his hyperfixation on cooking and tendency not to communicate and incorrectly interpret situations (thinking the Koppaites are kidnappers in 3, running away from you in 4). He could even be low or no empathy as well, explaining why it takes a hot minute to get him to understand why people are upset with him about something.

Interestingly this game also makes it clear that Louie wants to live on the planet, or at least thought he did while you were chasing him down, which makes a lot of sense when you consider that he doesn't really seem to fit in back on Hocotate. I, too, wish to run away to an alien world with all of the things that I like and no other people, so I get you, Louie.

6. He hates his boss and his job, and the golden pikpik carrot incident was likely premeditated.

This probably looks bad, but honestly? As a fellow work-hating anti-capitalist schmuck I get it. The president is for all intents and purposes a huge asshole, from sending Olimar straight back to the planet after selling his ship to not caring that Louie got left behind, just wanting to find the rest of the treasures. I doubt he is very kind to his employees, and doesn't seem very good at running the business. Definitely a funny character, but if he were my boss I would absolutely want to punt him into the sun.

From some other entries he clearly wants to sell certain things to accrue money, but it's for things like getting better kitchen tools and following his dream to have his own cooking show. Clearly being a freight driver isn't what Louie actually wants to do with his life, and he could not give less of a shit about what happens to the company. Very short-sighted on his part, but also again, yeah I get you Louie.

7. He... doesn't like the color red for some reason.

Honestly, I'm not even really sure what to make of this. Is it because it reminds him of the Hocotate ship? Or does he just not like the color? Would be very interesting considering that it's Olimar's signature color. Perhaps that's at least part of why he attacks you in Pikmin 2- though that's speculation for another day.

Also funny to me is his comments on the black-colored treasures. We know blue is his favorite color, but I guess he's also a bit of a goth at heart. Lol.

In conclusion.

I think Louie isn't written or intended to be evil, and Pikmin 4's portrayal of him was intentionally written to confirm this. He's just, as some have said, an agent of chaos, but that doesn't make him a bad person. Just an autistic 20-something working a shitty job he doesn't care about, who loves his grandma and has a mischievous streak and a hyperfixation on food. At least from what I can interpret, ymmv!

[theforgottencrow]

Throws my ColorKiller shipchild out and runs/j

*cough* anyways meet Ethanol! :D

A tiny lil guy who just wants to run around and collect everything and anything shiny or related to dinosaurs <3

info time :3

(there’s lots of it sorry I love this goober a lot)

As stated Eth is selectively mute! They’re more or less capable of speech (however with trouble) but choose to stay mute and instead prefer using their speech tablet whenever available to them.

She usually carries a dinosaur bag along with her which is usually carried by Killer or Color. It usually just contains her speech tablet, and dinosaur stuff but may contain other items on occasion.

Eth has to wear the grey suit basically 24/7 due to the fact that her entire body is made from/covered in flames; the suit is fire resistant and keeps her from burning/setting aflame other people or items she touches :)

The stuff leaking from her eyes and mouth are actually a combination of highly flammable liquids!! (Do not let that stuff touch her own fire/colors fire or any fire for that matter it will explode istg it has happened.)

He walks on all fours! He’s been doing this ever since he first learned how to walk and hasn’t stopped since. Killer and Color have tried to break this habit, but uh- haven’t had much success.. Which means yes he does it in public too and he couldn’t be care less! He’ll waddle to his hearts content.

Relative to the walking in all fours thing Eth has to wear a child harness in public due to how they tend to get distracted and want to run after things. There have been far too many instances from when they didn’t have a harness and caused his dads to go searching for him, only to find him in the weirdest places..

She has a hyperfixation on dinosaurs! She’ll immediately grab anything she has related to them and start letting out the flood of information she has on them as soon as you mention or ask her about it.

She has an odd love for drinking shit like gasoline and other flammable liquids, which in turn actually causes her flames to FUCKING EXPLODE. She’s okay ofc it doesn’t actually hurt them and if anything makes them laugh at the sensations but that’s not exactly the same for the stuff/prople around her (or her clothes for that matter)

Following the thing about her tears and spit being flammable liquids Color DID NOT have fun with that when she was a baby. That man is trying to nap and his baby keeps fucking exploding from the shit mixing with her flames.

Her Theriotypes are a Cladospecies of dinosaurs as well as canids!

Older Eth has Sickles as shown in the picture as her weaponry! She loves sickle weapons quite a lot and if anything treats them like Ink does for Broomie.

Color realized quite quickly that due to her bodily construct Eth burns any and all clothing that isn’t fire resistant.. So Color learned to make clothing just for her! Now all her clothing, so things like her suit and etc are hand made by Color himself <:3

Killer heavily encourages her to set things on fire (much to Colors disagreement) and has even purposely set her off on people just for shits and giggles.

Okay that’s all for now, feel free to ask anything abt them or anything else you want! :D

[dyellogin]

Heyyyy! I have a question about the au: Do they still have the same interests as they do in the comics? Or are their interests completely different?

Yap incoming, lolol

The OGs and the Gen Z have different interests due to the eras they grew up in.

Growing up in the 90s, the OG likely discovered their passions through friends talking about it or visiting comic book shops. That's why they're into mostly nerdy stuff. Back then, the internet wasn't as big, so word-of-mouth and local shops were the main ways to learn about dominant media, and god knows how pretentious those starwars and Marvel fans back then were.

Gen Z, on the other hand, were introduced to the world through the internet from a young age. This exposed them to different "sections" or categories of interests. The web has made it easier than ever to find information on any topic imaginable, so their tastes are more diverse.

Back when YouTube was just taking off, the content was much more niche and community-focused. People mostly uploaded personal vlogs, funny skits, gossip, and hobby-related content. During that time, I feel Bill's a big fan of Pewdiepie in his teen years, I know he's more popular as a gaming channel but he's also an anime fan, i remmembered he does fanfics reading, so Pewdiepie is probably the one that introduces Bill to shounen anime and fanfics reading. Then, it branches to Bill checking out opinionated channels, anime reviews, and #dramaalert. (Micro yap. Not only this, but ofc he's into forums, trolling, and negative sides of internet)

Pete doesn't really get or care much about fandom stuff, mainly because he comes from a big, mostly offline family. Chances are, he'd feel embarrassed if his brothers caught him watching to something like a Konata Kirby remix. Growing up, cartoons and anime were often seen as shows for weird kids, so Pete avoided them to fit in. Instead, he kept up with celebrity gossip and drama, saving stuff to brag the things he found. Like, leaked contents of some popular people to his big brothers to look cool and edgy. He'd probably check websites like Perez Hilton or StickyDrama. The more borderline illegal they are, the better (Micro yap... StickyDrama was such a hellhole of those popular bitchy emo teens, yknow how looks are just everything? I feel like this is how he develops interest in anorexic people). Bonus points on sites where he can interact with big guys and creators in real time.

These days, when something big happens, like Kanye West abandoned his pills for the week and post those Twitter tweets, Pete and Bill definitely immediately talk about it. They probably live stream calls on Discord and chuckle about it.

Joshie was an autistic child (still autistic tho) who has intense hyperfixation with kid's cartoons, books, and art. (Micro yap.. . .. . She also develops interest in warrior cats, homestuck, etc) She spends countless hours indulging in these media and creating her own fanwork (fanfictions mostly, she's not confident in her artworks) inspired by it. When she first gets online, she's mostly active on platforms like DeviantArt and Tumblr. She doesn't care about much else beyond these websites and forums. Joshie's knowledge is limited to the politics and discussions happening within these online spaces; shipping wars, diversity debates, and some conversations about mental health. She can talk for hours about these topics but struggles to name more than a few U.S. presidents.

Jerry is into anime, shows, and enjoys drawing in his free time. While he has these interests, he doesn't let them consume his life or take things too seriously. Jerry stays well-informed about what's happening in the world. He's not some shut-in or recluse. Jerry is about as socially normal and well-adjusted as they come. One thing he really loves is memes and hanging out with out-of-pocket eccentric people who keep him entertained in his dull life.

[ckret2]

How do you have the willpower to not consume content from any of your other fandoms? I always get pulled in and out of the same ones and it stops me from getting projects done but I get so bored! Teach me your ways!

So the downside of ADHD is that it takes a ridiculously high amount of effort to push yourself to do things—even things you want to do and like doing—unless you put even more effort upfront into making it convenient for yourself.

But the upside is, if you know this about yourself, and if there's media you want to not be consuming, you just...... don't do anything to make it convenient to consume.

I don't have Amazon Prime. All I have to do is not bother to get Amazon Prime (easy!!) and not bother to hunt out a way to watch Hazbin some other way (also easy!!) and bam, I've got a 100% success rate of not watching it.

Do you know how many Transformers series I'm currently behind on? I sure don't! Because I haven't put the effort into looking it up! I can't be assed! There's like, at least three I think! Don't tell me, I'm not currently interested in finding out!! It would take work for me to figure it out; I can just go "work?? Naaah. Not doing that."

You can resist temptation by just being too lazy to pursue it! Make that ADHD work for YOU!

Caution: if you can't get yourself to put effort into doing anything that brings you pleasure, that's either Pretty Serious Depression or it's gonna cause Pretty Serious Depression and it's not good. However. If you master the art of ADHD, you can save up the effort you didn't put into distractions, and use it to put effort into different activities that also make you happy.

Last year I picked up a podcast about cults. It's all right. But because I'm already listening to it and spotify keeps pushing it to the top of my screen, when I need a low-effort audio distraction, it's easier for me to default to putting on the podcast about cults than it would be for me to, say, dig up The Magnus Protocol to start it. And bam! Now I'm doing more research that'll help me write about a cult leader, for free, by listening to a podcast I'm not at risk of hyperfixating on!

Part of avoiding breaking your own hyperfixation is figuring out what media you enjoy, but don't hyperfixate on. Because you still need to, like, have fun. That's why you wanna watch The Things You Like, because it's fun. If you're not having fun you'll wanna go watch The Things You Like, and rightly so. So you've gotta make sure you're having enough fun with things you don't hyperfixate on.

Like, I know that when I watch Columbo or read Poirot, I find the detectives charming while I'm observing them, and then almost as soon as the mystery is over I stop thinking about them. They aren't the kind of characters that latch into my brain. I know they won't become blorbos. So I'm safe there. I know I enjoy horror movies but 99% of the time totally forget who the characters are, like if there's 2 white guys and 2 white girls it is guaranteed I won't be able to tell them apart, so they're safe to watch, I'm not gonna hyperfixate on them. I know that I enjoy nonfiction/educational books & podcasts, but I only hyperfixate on fiction, so it's safe for me to pick up nonfiction. If it's nonfiction that's somehow thematically relevant to whatever I'm currently hyperfixated on, it even helps feed the current hyperfixation.

And those are my "protect your hyperfixation" lifehacks.

On the other hand, if you, anon, don't personally have ADHD, then I can't help you. idk how people with executive function function.

Final advice: if you know you keep falling in and out of the same 3 or 4 fandoms, maybe try writing a crossover fic about all 3 or 4 fandoms at once. That way it won't matter which one you're currently into. You win no matter what. I've never actually tried this, don't trust this advice.

[average-hyperfixator]

This is probably the weirdest way to show that I'm in the Mouthwashing fandom, and like nobody is going to see this BUT

If I see ONE MORE person compare Ted to Jimmy I'm going to LOSE MY FUCKING MIND. Is this another testament to people not understanding Ted's overall role in the story and his character arc? YES, YES IT IS. RE READ THE BOOK. RE LISTEN TO THE RADIO DRAMA. GAME IS IT'S OWN CONVERSATION THAT WILL TAKE TOO LONG FOR ME TO DISECT + IT HAS IT'S OWN STORY AND THUS WILL NOT BE INCLUDED HERE.

Jimmy is a jealous man, who assaults (and unfortunately impregnates) Anya, and then tries to crash the ship so he doesn't have to deal with the consequences, and when everyone lives, they live in misery BECAUSE OF HIM. He is the co-pilot, he has more power and authority over the others, and he ACTIVELY makes things worse, and is at fault for the crash and the subsequent fallout. (this section is shorter, simply because I've been in the IHNMAIMS fandom much longer and have way more thoughts on Ted) Ted, on the other hand, is not at fault for the world ending. He is just as trapped as the other five, he's more prone to mental manipulation and THINKING he's better off, but he really isn't. He doesn't have more power of the others because he's also a victim. He is by no means a great guy, or even a good guy; They key difference is that at the end of his story, the book, he actually fucking HELPS. Rather than make his friends continue to live in misery, he puts them out of it, and rather than end his own suffering, he spends those precious few seconds he could be ramming an icicle into himself, comforting Ellen as she dies. It doesn't make up for what he's thought and said, BUT, it's something at least. It's remorse, it's letting her finally be content, it's trying to give her the empathy she showed him time and time again. And he gets turned into a horrid slug creature after, he actively suffers more than everyone else for the rest of time- he self sacrifices so his friends could be at peace. TLDR: Jimmy is objectively selfish and doesn't change much throughout the game, save for MAYBE the very end (ig putting Curly in the pod is one brownie point for him) however Ted actually shows growth by the end of the story, and makes a point to end the suffering of his friends, while ultimately sacrificing himself in the process. If I catch another person equating these two I'm just gonna start throwing hammers at them I DON'T CARE. I am THE Ted defender, and I WILL stand my ground that, while he is no where near perfect, he DOES become a better person by the end of the story and deserves to have that acknowledged. anyway this has been sick rants with me, feel free to add on in reblogs or perchance spark a FRIENDLY debate. I apologize if I come off rude here, Ted and IHNMAIMS have been a hyperfixation of mine for months and I am very easily riled up about the story and characters. adding new tag ; Jace rants 🗯️ ! For all my ranting escapades from now on.

[sparkleobserver]

Hiiiii, I'm Wolf! :] I am 25, and my pronouns are he/him. I'm a trans guy and I'm autistic and ADHD. I'm not revealing much else about myself on purpose for my own privacy, but I may later on if I end up feeling more comfortable about it. This post might be subject to change! I will work on the desktop layout of this blog when I get time.

I am the second person who worked on the original iteration of Karmageddeon with Kneeby from around 2012 to 2017, Kneeby's ex boyfriend from that time. Anything bad you've heard about me is probably very exaggerated and honestly twisted to make me look like a bad person. I have grown and changed since then anyway, and any behavior in the past is not indicative of anything current about me. I may take time to answer asks or respond if something isn't urgent, as I am just a very anxious person. Please have some patience with me!

• This media will have a lot of horror themes (psychological horror, in particular). I'm not entirely sure about content like blood and gore yet or other more graphic themes, but I would like to aim for less focus on those things. I will figure it out!

Karmageddeon was Team Escapees in the past!! I thought I would be just dipping and disappearing again, but I want to take Team Escapees back, honestly. So I want to reboot it my own way. It's likely what I create is going to be closer to the original comic than Karmageddeon is, and you might even find things familiar!

So I suppose I am sticking around. I have some guidelines for interacting with me. The most important are next, and it's continued under the cut, with more info.

• If you come just to harass me or bother me about Kneeby, just be aware that I am not going to dignify your asks with an answer or response. Full stop.

• If you support Kneeby, do not interact with me. General DNI criteria apply here. If you are proship, this is not a space for you. I will block over these things.

• To elaborate, if you are proship, I do not want you to interact with this blog or the content here. You have many other spaces. I cannot control what you do in private, but if I see any indication on your blog that you are a proshipper, I will block you.

• I may not always be consistently active! I have my day-to-day life to go about, and I have other special interests and hyperfixations that may take up my attention. I am stating upfront that there may be stretches of inactivity from me.

• If you want to speak with me, message me here. If I join any Discord servers, it will be on an alternate account from my personal one, so I may not always be available immediately. I'm just a person that prefers to keep my personal life separate from the public internet due to past experiences.

• My typing may be inconsistent, I apologize! I am used to no punctuation or capitalization, but I'd like this blog to be accessible to people, so I'm not going to do that here.

I'm fully aware that I can't control what people do with characters or media I publicly post. I know that people will create whatever content they want. I am not here to police you or fight about it, because I have more to do than argue with people on the internet and I don't need that kind of stress.

It's just my personal wish that you don't engage with this media if you are proship, and that you don't create content that is incestuous, pedophilic, or anything of those sorts.

If you're going to do it anyway, I'm just asking that you don't expose people to it that don't want to see it. I don't want to see it either, so please keep it contained or whatever. Thanks!

If you've read this far, thank you! I very much appreciate it. A cookie for you. 🍪 :]

If you are looking for a link to my explanation of my experience with Kneeby, you can find it here:

https://www.tumblr.com/sparkleobserver/777696090172604416/hello-everyone-you-dont-have-to-talk-to-me-bc-i?source=share

[poppitron360]

Big “I’m Back, Bitch” post after my Hiatus.

Hello All!

This is kinda just intended for close moots or anyone who was worried about me or is interested in Poppi’s Personal Life Lore, just to keep you guys up to speed on how I’m doing after some time away and what to expect from me in 2025.

SO MUCH has happened in the two months I was away from Tumblr so for starters, here is a brief list of updates I have about My life/Fandoms/General shenanigans in no particular order

- The Ithaca Saga came out and it was AMAZING. I completely ignored my stockings that Xmas morning and instead just listened to it. By the time Christmas day was over I’d already listened to it about six times.

- Yes I was at the watch party along with 206,000 other people. It was truly historical.

- The Helluva Boss sinsmas special came out and almost made me cry. It’s been a while since I was posting about that show, but dw I still watch it

- I’m now on book 3 of Magnus Chase and YES YOU WERE ALL ABSOLUTELY CORRECT I LOVE ALEX SO MUCHHHHH. Expect some Alex Fierro/Fierrochase/Jack x Riptide content from me soon

- The Star Wars Disney+ shows are better than they’ve been since Mandolorian Season One.

- HAPPY 2025!!! This can’t be a real year. 2017 was still last year. No way we’re halfway through the 20s already.

- I had a BIG LIFE UPDATE that for personal reasons I can’t share online but it was BIG and also GOOD and I’m really proud of it. It was also unexpected and not the reason I took time off for. Idk why I’m including this bc I can’t really say anything about it but I need y’all to know that something good happened. It seems like when I vent about personal stuff here I only talk about the bad but good stuff does happen sometimes too.

- I got a weighted blanket for xmas. It’s so cozy and I love it.

- I have started getting into making OCs. Some for fandoms, some not.

- Penelope is now my favourite character in Epic.

- I’ve been writing this fanfic about the children of Percabeth, Solangelo, and Valgrace going on a TLT-style quest together so stay tuned to either read that or watch me give up on it and then just infodump about the plot I would’ve written if I’d had the energy

- I’m finally caught up on The Amazing Digital Circus

- I’m finally caught up on Agatha All Along (I still have the last episode to watch)- I think Joe Locke is stuck playing Sad Gay Baby-bois for the rest of his carrer now.

- Joel Smallishbeans won Wild Life and Grian is making 7hr Hermitcraft videos now.

- I performed in a play

- I have a 133-day streak on Duolingo!!

- Technically my one year Hyperfixation anniversary of Percy Jackson! I count it as the first Wednesday after Christmas as that’s when I watched the TLT musical for the first time. Because of this, whenever I doodle an SPQR tattoo on my arm when I’m bored, I will now draw two lines under it instead of one.

- Less than one month into 2025 and I can already predict that “The Challenge” is gonna be my top song of the year on Spotify

- Overall, I’ve just been trying my best to relax and take it easy, and I think I succeeded, which is good because that’s what I needed.

Now for the slightly less lighthearted stuff. I need to set a few things straight, for myself more than anything.

Firstly, I want to clarify that mentally I'm fine. I realise my leave was sudden and might’ve worried some people, and I apologise, but I am safe. You don't have to worry about my health or wellbeing.

This too will pass, and you'll get more dedicated, hyperobsessed Poppi back again once this has all blown over. Although, the aforementioned “BIG GOOD LIFE UPDATE” might complicate things.

Holidays are a stressful time for me, as I’m sure they are for you. With that on top of work and life stuff I needed to shed some mental load and unfortunately Tumblr was the first thing to go. And it will be the first thing to go again when something else stressful shows up. Adulting is hard you guys.

I've made it no secret that I've had some stressful stuff going on in my life these past few months. Yes, I am back from hiatus. Yes, I'm taking the time to rest and take care of myself. But I do not have the physical capacity to fully administrate a Tumblr blog on top of everything else right now.

So from now on, things are gonna be a little bit different around here. I won't be making posts every day and I won't be writing large fanfics or working on any complex fanarts.

I will need to take more hiatuses as things pile up.

I don’t know when exactly, but consider it a fact (unless I say otherwise) that this will happen again.

I know a lot of you will be understanding but I want to set these rules for myself so I don't feel any pressure from my brain to provide for you all. As I'm sure most of you will relate, I have a kinda all-or-nothing attitude to my interests, and as of this point in my life I can't afford to give my all to my blog. So expect a lot less from me these next few months.

Also, still nothing on the Autism Assessment Application stuff, in case anyone was wondering about that. This is the reality of living under the NHS. But by talking to people I’ve still been able to get the help and support that I need regardless of a diagnosis. And I also have a bunch of fidget toys now!!

Anyhoo, sorry for the ramble. I neither assume nor expect everyone will bother reading this so thank you for taking the time if you did. I wanted to put all of this in one post so I don’t need to keep talking about this and boring y’all with personal details in case you’re not interested. On with the fun fandom fiascos!!

I thank you all for your patience and being so kind and considerate while I needed some rest. I could not hope for a more awesome corner of the internet to exist on. Love you all. Stay safe. I’ll see you soon!

— Poppi <3

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[kaleidomoony]

CHARACTER ANALYSIS OF THE DISTORTIONIST

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(CW: I TRY MY BEST TO STAY AS CANON AS POSSIBLE, BUT THE STORY HAS SO LITTLE INFO, SO PLS TAKE EVERYTHING WITH A GRAIN OF SALT)

Good evening everybody! Welcome back to another episode of Luce talking about their hyperfixation on The Distortionist and trying to milk as much information as possible related to a fucking almost 6 minute MV made by a vocaloid producer which most likely doesn’t care about the characters anymore (which is honestly ok, PLEASE don’t attack Ghost in any way for not giving more content, as they don’t owe us anything)

To understand a character as complex yet as unknown as Christopher, we have to try dechiper his actions and every minuscule thing he did, both in the MV and the small rants Ghost has made years ago about this character. (I wanted to write about more characters, but there is barely any lore about the antagonist, which ofc makes every other character’s lore even more impossible to understand or learn). As even a character has the name “Actions Speak Louder Than Words” which is very true in this context, as the way people act, even when pretending, always present their true colours, no matter if it’s all a lie or not. (WARNING! I know Ghost made Christopher for the haha funnies, but these were 3AM rambles cuz I had a vision and decided to analyze this guy like an English Teacher analyzing why the carpet is red even though it has no symbolism yet they always find ONE SINGLE MEANING TO EVERYTHING)

Personality and mindset

Christopher is, just as you’ve seen in the MV, a metaphor for a manipulative person who always gaslights his way out of things (ex: how he broke the mirrors, which we’ll talk about that in more detail on the next heading), which obviously makes him a very awful person, but that’s just the tip of the iceberg. Most don’t think about this, but people aren’t born awful, they learn in life to be like that, whether it’s from people they trust, trying to fit in, or as a defence mechanism. In the rant, it is explained that Christopher tries to trick Lilia (MC of The Distortionist game) into remaining in his manor. From what I understood, Christopher isn’t an awful person because he finds joy in that, he’s neither a grumpy, evil villain who wants to ruin others’ joy, nor a sadistic ‘yandere’, but he is an insecure teenage boy who finds the only way in ‘winning’ life is to be selfish. That doesn’t necessarily mean that he doesn’t care about anybody, from what I remember from an old tumblr post by Ghost that I tried to find desperately for this analysis (but couldn’t find), I remember somebody asked them what the difference about Ray from Communications case 1 and Christopher is, and Ghost said that Christopher can feel care and even love for another person (PLEASE TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT SINCE I’M NOT SURE IF MY MIND INVENTED IT OR IF IT IS TRUE, So please don’t take my info as canon). I believe Christopher learned the hard way how to keep others ‘close’ to him (probably due to childhood trauma idk), which is the reason why he’s manipulative and has a habit of gaslighting. He’s also seen as being very emotionally immature, blaming everything and everyone on things he’s done, which is most likely given by both his age, status and decade he was alive in. (Him being a young man, not even an adult ; living in a mansion which most likely means he’s rich, and we all know that people who get fed with a golden spoon without caring where the golden spoon came from act ; he’s most likely from the late 19th-early 20th century, and because of how close minded people were back then, he most likely believed how he was acting was ‘alright’, and even if he knew that he was harming others by how he was acting, he still felt ‘entitled’/too insecure to stop it. Overall, he’s not a good person, but he has a reason for the way he acts. He’s not pure evil as the fandom makes him look, but he’s still a VERY awful tough cookie.

Mirrors and Symbolisms (MV)

This is only my opinion, as there’s no canon reason for the music video and what happened there. Christopher looks more ‘charming’ and has a more ‘appealing’ character design compared to other characters for a very clever reason (i think this is the only canon thing IDK THO). His face, even if it has a cheshire cat smile, looks relatively “handsome” to most (personally I don’t find him handsome, but by the way everyone in the fandom had at least a crush on him once in their lifetime, I could probably safely say he’s handsome, or charming), with his ‘rosy’ (charred black) cheeks and his big eyelashes, as well as his fluffy hair, and much more, for the reason that he’s supposed to gain other people’s trust more easily, and in psychology, everyone (even animals) are more attracted to people/things we deem ‘beautiful’, since they don’t appear as hostile as others. Christopher is meant to appear like a nice chap who would salute you everyday, but only to have an ugly side, which is his charred version which we can see at the end of the mv). The twisted spine the fandom always jokes about is not scoliosis, but is a metaphor of how he twists his words to make him appear like the victim/innocent one in the situation. The mirrors, although unlikely to be canon, is a metaphor for the people who see past his ‘gentlemanly’ facade, and trying to show his true self (which is the charred version of him I mentioned earlier). The end of the mv is more quiet as a way to symbolise that the mc aka the viewer doesn’t believe his words anymore, and as a final grip to try and get the viewer back, he chants the same words that the viewer got used to as being lies, and we finally leave him to ‘rot’ in misery (unless you keep listening/watching the mv lol)

IN CONCLUSION

The character is still very vague, so don’t be ashamed to create as many versions of him as possible, it’s quite amazing to imagine a character that’s morally grey (like Christopher) as either a chaotic boy who only wants to have fun or a grumpy old man. The sky is the limit! And I have to admit, Christopher is probably mischaracterised here too, as I’m not his creator, Ghost is, and they know better than me about this guy.

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~This is Kaleidomoony signing out