#he fills silly little guy role in my stories

[cerealmonster15]

ummmm. wip wed…… I don’t have actual writing but I did start making a buncha bullet points for more ideas for the kalisil jamiazu fic…. And I have decided one thing lol - since I have masquerade event on the brain… if I get around to writing this fic I’m keeping the timeline vague HOWEVER it would take place sometime after masquerade bc I want that event to be when jamiazu had gotten together in backstory bc they #danced together in the little rythm minigame (and the duo THE DUO ATTACK-)

[chantsdemarins]

😅Real Villain Training [Tom Hiddleston circa 2012 X Fem.Reader]

Chapter three of Breath of the Æsir is almost here. I’m SO sorry for the wait! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy a very brief Tom story...

Honestly, I pledged to myself, no more Tom stories just focus on Loki. But I think I just can't help it. Especially when slutty inspiration like this photo comes my way (@lokischambermaid and @lokisgoodgirl 😳)

I am humbled by this era of Tom. In 2024 he is a husband/father/seasoned iconic actor in perpetual good cheer, but in 2012, he was a bad boy. As always please reblog and comment if you feel inspired!

Summary: Tom is hanging out with some real jerks for a new role, and he runs into you, literally. Your depression has caused your life to turn a little black and white, could this handsome stranger possibly add some color back? (at least to your cheeks🥵).

Smut factor: I hope...HOT 🔥

(Authors note: I have no concrete proof he was in fact a bad boy so please don't take seriously my young Tom plot themes of drugs and sex, which once again appear here. I could be totally wrong about him. It's art! It's a fabrication! Also, this story does involve mental health!)

I also don't know who would want to be on a tag list for a Tom fic these days! These are a few people who might be interested?? @lokischambermaid @mochie85 @mischief2sarawr @lokisgoodgirl @wheredafandomat @sailorholly @mrs-illyrian-baby @superficialdomina @gigglingtiggerv2 @fictive-sl0th @muddyorbs @tbhiddlestan83 @huntress-artemiss @smolvenger @kikster606 @mjsthrillernp @hiroyukinasukawa

Los Angeles, 2012

That afternoon, the rooftop pool at the Saint Avalon was a pink swirl of bathing beauties in early spring. Tom tried to focus on his deadpan conversation with his agent, but polka dots and silly cocktails danced around him. He pushed his Ray-Bans back into place, his sweat—or perhaps nervousness—causing them to slowly slide off his nose.

"Serious British actor succumbs to being typecast as a Norse sociopath. That's where this is headed, Tom, if we don’t do something, get you something else.” “Do you really want to be known only for Marvel?” he repeated his plea. The words just weren’t sinking in.

Tom laughed and inadvertently tried to change the subject. "Have you been to the La Brea Tar Pits yet, John? It’s wild—10,000 years' worth of dire wolf bones.”

His stare remained galvanized by the poolside girls. They just didn't look like that in London. Number one, the sunshine. Number two, the tans. Number three, well, his girlfriend—or ex-girlfriend, rather—made it hard to look too long at anyone else. So had he ever found himself at a rooftop pool party, he wouldn't have had the chance he was having now.

“Tom, are you paying attention? This is important. You're only here for a week, and we need to move on this role. I need to know if you're a yes.” The truth was, Tom was suddenly filthy rich with his own money for the first time in his life. He really loved being a Norse sociopath and already had big ideas for Loki’s eventual character arc into becoming an anti-hero someday. He had filled three journals on his bedside stand with his ideas for Loki.

His agent tried again, “Just hang out with Giorgio. It’s less than a month. Then the movie should be a very easy shoot. You get to embed yourself with some real hedge fund cats.” Tom’s attention snapped back. “Wait, I like that.” “Right? It’s like if Loki worked on Wall Street.” “Well…” Tom hesitated. He didn’t think Loki would actually ever bore himself that way. Those guys were boring to Tom and to Loki.

His poor agent was right, though. He did need another role. Things had gone so well; filming for the next Avengers movie was starting this summer. If he could find another gig, a time filler, a totally different genre, it really would be the best for his career. “Then a play next,” the agent mused, taking a sip of his own cocktail. “Shakespeare, or something 70s.” “70s? As in the 1570s? Or the 1970s?” “Tom.” “How should I know?” Tom laughed to himself, eyes still canvassing the poolside display around him. His agent leaned across his lawn chair and placed his hand on Tom’s shoulder. “So, you’ll do it?”

Two Weeks Later

Deep down, he knew he didn’t have the dissociation required for the job. He was too corporeal, too embodied. Years of being a long-distance runner and a trained athlete had fastened his mind, heart, and soul firmly into his muscles. He clearly wouldn’t be able to hide his feelings in his highly emotive, sensitive body. That was the first thing he noticed about the guys he was forced to hang out with for this role. They were covered up with their suits and sexist jokes. It was like they had Hadrian’s Wall around them. Which was, in fact, what exactly led to his sudden departure from the bar at Rue 23.

He had been embedded with short and loud Glen, buzz-cut Ellis, and the tall and lanky, just like him, Brad Nelson. There were a few others, but they were too milquetoast to be memorable. Role be damned. He left so fast the thick glass door almost hit a nice young couple as he bolted into the cold Los Angeles spring night.

He wasn’t dressed right; in his haste to leave London, he didn’t remember that California got into the 40s after the sun went down. He didn’t even pack a suit coat. Thank God he remembered to grab his leather pack from under the bar. It contained exactly five cigarettes, a finicky Zippo, his aftershave, a white t-shirt, and a travel toothbrush. There might also be a rolled-up Popular Mechanics magazine from the Burbank airport, something he never would be caught dead reading at Heathrow.

He also hadn’t done so much coke since he was in college. Why was LA always so incredibly cliché? He couldn’t blame Luke. He couldn’t blame anyone but himself for this role. He said yes when he was distracted. He was in over his head. They had hired these real blokes to make sure Tom looked authentic when they started filming next month, and given his intense drive for perfection, he had agreed that it was “brilliant” of the casting director to force the eight of them to spend these weeks in Los Angeles and one week in Manhattan, in a true immersive centrifuge of shallow materiality.

The night spun around him, a neon ball of yarn, teasing open his pupils until his eyes were black and not at all blue. As he walked, he ran his large hands down the surface of his body, the material of his shirt feeling like a fancy pillowcase from a boutique hotel.

One finger lingered over his jawline, tracing it as he brought his hands back up to his face. Engrossed in the comfort of his form a moment too long, he was distracted once again. This part of LA seemed to always be full of clusters of locals and tourists, laughing and talking. He was unfortunately moving against the flow of the crowd, a wayward salmon when he almost ran straight into you.

“Watch where you're going!” you yelled, dropping your purse onto the dirty LA sidewalk. It opened enough for your things to tumble out. Tom immediately stopped and bent down to help you, but you batted his hands away. “What the hell? I can pick up my own damn Chapstick,” you scolded. “Ma’am, I am so sorry, I am obviously not from here, and I am a little overwhelmed,” he rattled off. “Why is that obvious?” “My accent, of course.” “I didn’t honestly notice,” you spoke as you inspected the tall man’s face with squinting eyes.

You, of course, did immediately notice the timbre of his voice, his height, and the buttons on his tight shirt which looked like they were in the process of unbuttoning themselves. “Would you believe I’ve been doing coke all night with a bunch of Wall Street assholes at the Rue 23, and I had to get the fuck out of there,” he continued, not sure if you were listening, but you were definitely looking at him, so he continued.

“So now I am wandering the streets of Beverly Hills, and I haven’t the foggiest how the rest of my night will go.” You shuffled your feet for a moment before speaking. You had been heading home after a long day at work. You felt genuinely unprepared for navigating a handsome foreigner in the right direction. Yet there was a certain appeal to a man suddenly without his ship or his crew, so to speak. So you didn’t immediately walk away.

He had been shuffled from the airport to the bar in a hired car, he tried to explain, and his sense of direction bordered on problematic. Further, his flip phone was really only good for texting, and that even took way too long most days. He really did seem high, overwhelmed, and a little lost. He also seemed the type unable to handle any silence in a conversation.

“Do you live far?” he said after suffering through 30 seconds of no discourse. “It’s LA, everything is far.” “Fair enough,” Tom muttered sheepishly, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, which were still somehow unbuttoning themselves. He thought he had bought the right size shirt. Maybe not.

You realized that if you were to ask this too-high, too-hot British man back to your apartment, you would inevitably cave and end up sleeping with him just because he caught you in this particular moment of your life. It was an in-between time. You weren't quite your old self and your new self that you'd been working so hard on, hadn't emerged yet.

“Want to grab something to eat?” You finally offered a neutral segue. That seemed to be just what the man needed to hear. His demeanor calmed. “Oh sure, yes, I could go for a big American cheeseburger, honestly.” “Okay then, let’s go to Patty’s on Vine, we can walk,” you said as you pulled at his shirt to turn him toward the right direction. He bristled at the feeling of your touch.

His whole body was even more sensitive than usual. You looked like the queen of the ancient British Iceni to him. In truth, he didn’t much care for the California look. He loved that you appeared out of nowhere and you looked like Boudica, not like Gwyneth Paltrow. Even though he was sure he heard she was nice. RDJ seemed to really love her.

The diner where you were headed was the second-tier after-hours hang, so it wasn’t populated with the usual crowd, not yet at least. You had some time before you would be inundated, and perhaps before someone would recognize him, which you still did not. You could ask him, of course. Although, sometimes in Los Angeles, the worst part is knowing who someone is.

Although Tom being Tom was unable to resist personal questions. “Tell me a little bit about yourself, just a little,” he had to ask as the night air propelled him quickly down the sidewalk. You considered telling him about your job, but it was just how you paid the bills. Your passions were your passions and not for a stranger. So you decided to be a little goth. It couldn't hurt.

“I have something like anhedonia, I suppose,” you finally said. Tom seemed to know what you meant right away. “The inability to feel?” He spoke. “More classically refined, which results in numbness, making capturing interior somatic sensations nearly impossible,” you clarified. “Sounds like you are depressed,” Tom flattened out your creative retelling of your current state. “Maybe,” although you weren't sure of his simple label. "You think it will pass?" Tom continued, ever the optimist.

You considered one way to try and test if this state you'd been in could possibly change, would be to see if he could provoke feelings of passion or at least some kind of low-grade horniness. You’d been feeling functionally blank for a while now.

He was stunning, after all.

He seemed game for anything, his amphetamine grin taking up the majority of his handsome face. He looked so lovely under the hanging light in your dingy booth. You ate the two-egg special you ordered and watched him devour his American cheeseburger with genuine joy.

“So, you're here to practice for a new part?” You sincerely tried to keep the conversation flowing despite the growing desire to test your theory. “Yes, they want me to branch out. In my career, there’s the fear I am already 'type-casted,' I guess you could say.” “Type-casted? So early on?”

He looked young to you. Possibly younger than you actually. “Yes, I had a big role as a villain, it really blew up, but, he's like a mythological comic book one. I am misunderstood mostly. I mean my character, not me.” "Sure." You nodded in understanding and agreed even if you didn’t quite pick up what he was putting down. You wondered if he had ever seen 'The Last Starfighter.' A favorite movie of yours, you rarely shared with anyone else. Or had he been in that? Your mind wandered. You really didn't recognize him, but you also didn't want to offend him by this fact.

“So how would this role be redefining your abilities? If you are playing a heartless hedge fund dude, isn’t that also a kind of villain? Maybe that is why you got this part.” Tom pondered your insight. He again fell into overthinking and was only a text away from bailing on the entire endeavor. He was becoming that kind of guy, emotionally uneven under his elite veneer.

“I guess they feel like I don’t have the chops to be a 'real world' baddie.” “I needed more practice.” “You don’t?” you said very timidly, suddenly you weren’t hungry anymore. You gently pushed your plate aside so you could focus.

You realized his bromance compadres would find him eventually. Another LA truth: it was hard to get truly lost for long. You had been studying his face during the conversation. His pale complexion was slowly becoming flushed in small increments. Was it shyness or a hidden boldness he was bursting to demonstrate, you couldn't tell.

You had worn your espadrilles today, maybe it wasn’t the right season yet, but they always went so well with your outfit-a flowery dress from H&M. Gently and playfully, you kicked one of them off your foot, making a soft thud. Tom dipped his eyes beneath the table for only a moment and brought them back to you, a new flash of crimson emerging. Why were you taking off your shoes? Maybe your feet hurt from the walk?

He picked up his water and chugged almost all of it.

Your right leg lifted up and found purchase exactly between his, landing on the soft seat. Tom chuckled nervously and grabbed your foot. “Just what are you doing?” “I thought you were in training to be a real villain. Or did I misunderstand that?” You teased. Tom’s sincerity and earnestness were effulgent. “Oh no, I am, I really want the part, I need this role.” Suddenly when the idea of something illicit going on beneath the table loomed, he was not reticent about this new role. “Then you better continue to practice.” You laughed, your own smile forming across your face. “How long do we have until they find you?” You inched your foot closer to his crotch.

Tom took a deep breath in and pulled out his flip phone eyes squinting, trying to see the rectangle text banner across the tiny screen. He held the phone up to you. “Can you read this at all?” You grabbed it from him, feeling his hand shaking a little. It was charming. He was nervous.

You read the tiny screen aloud, “Not really, something about where are you at…you wanker, we are about to call your agent." It did say exactly that, and you wondered if possibly Tom was throwing away this role. Were you watching him collapse his career before your eyes? “Are you one for self-sabotage Tom?” The question seemed to catch him off guard. Maybe no one had asked him so bluntly. “Maybe,” he said after a long minute of typing something on the seemingly minute phone with his long fingers and even larger hands. “Just like I am possibly depressed," you offered. He looked up and sat his phone down. “Yes, I think so. Just like that.”

Incoming

Just then the waitress came by filled your water glasses and gave you another quick refill of coffee. Your chosen sobriety was a strange foil to Tom’s imbibed stimulant cocktail which showed no sign of waning. “So, are we on?” He finally said after biting his bottom lip, for what seemed like a year, until it was slightly puffy.

“For what? A staring contest?” You offered, laughing nervously too, your foot still stationed between his thighs. You wondered what you could accomplish at this hour with the looming threat of an incursion at any moment.

The glimmer in his dilated orbs registered that Tom was now aligned in a mission of testing the perpetuity of your anhedonic state. Suddenly under the table, you felt his long legs spread yours apart, like opening a long-closed window that had been painted over.

You gasped but didn’t say anything. He laughed and widened his legs further. You moved your eyes to watch him under the table, his hand reaching down to adjust his cock, which was obviously becoming hard.

At that moment you wanted to jump over to his side of the booth, you wanted to concede and take him to your far away apartment in embarrassing Marina Del Rey.

Tom went silent and finally let go of your bare foot, he had been holding it so hard with his other hand, that you were sure it would be bruised. You immediately placed it on his now impossibly hard cock, tenting his pants obscenely. Honestly, you’d never given a “foot job” before and only seen something like this in a French film once. You had no idea what you were doing.

You slowly began to move your foot up and down his length, which was quite impressive and required more force than you had anticipated. You curled your toes around him to try and create more friction, dragging your heel just at the base.

You placed your hands on the edge of the diner seat so you could put some real weight into getting him off. That seemed to work, and Tom let out a guttural moan. He quickly grabbed your water glass and drank it in addition to his own.

“Should I stop?” You let yourself wonder out loud. “Are you crazy? No.” Was Tom’s quick reply. “Does this feel good?” “Fuck yes.” His voice was breathy, and he shifted in his seat, daring to look around at the customers, but none showed any sign of noticing anything other than themselves. “But this isn’t fair,” he spoke again softly, panting. “How so?” “Because I am um, I am receiving.” “Aren’t you supposed to be a selfish cold surface-level junior business asshole?” “Yes.” “Then this is what they do, they get foot jobs in diners, amongst other perks of course,” you laughed. “Shit, you’re right,” Tom barely squeaked out.

Just then the diner door opened, and you could see the dim faces of the guys he had been partying with. They finally found him. “Don’t look now but your Republican friends have arrived.” Tom’s flush became pale. “Should I stop?” You checked in again. “No.” His response was as clear as mid-day.

So, you increased your speed, you took a deep breath. You were so turned on at this point. You were positive there would be a wet spot on the cracked vinyl seat. You lifted your skirt up further. Tom noticed and peered beneath the table again. He saw your hand brush past your underwear and a finger curl inside the lace trim. You matched his erratic breathing to your motions as you fucked yourself intently. His eyes were glued to you, his fists almost punching into the flimsy placemats. You laughed to yourself about the chances of you both coming in public, surely, he wouldn’t, or you couldn’t.

You were about to mention that perhaps you should stop. When suddenly Tom let out a muffled cry. His breath hitched. You could feel moisture beneath the bottom of your toes as you brought your foot back to the tip of his generous cock once more. “Ah, I see,” you laughed. "Well looks like we are done here." There was no more time to discuss what just happened. The bros had spotted him and you and made their way to your back corner.

Tom closed his eyes in what looked like a silent prayer. He had just had one of the best orgasms of his life. The short blond one with cropped hair spoke up, “Hiddleston, where the fuck have you been, your agency was about to call the cops, which would have been lame.”

“Hiddleston,” you said his surname out loud. Realizing you never got his last name. Tom looked at you with both lust and remorse. Then turned back to the assholes. “You found me, good work,” he said assuredly. “Well we gotta go dick we have a strip club that closes at 3am and it’s in the contract that we take you there.”

Tom slowly got up and used one of his long fingers to expertly untuck that white button-down shirt to conceal the mess you had both made. He looked your way, the pale blue of his eyes returning.

You exchanged numbers for the pleasantry of it, as the assholes looked on impatiently, probably wondering why Tom was wasting his time on a girl who looked like Boudica, but that's just what assholes do you remembered. Although you really didn’t expect to hear from him again. To your surprise right before dawn, perhaps as he was leaving said strip club, a text came over your Blackberry.

“I hope you felt something, I know I did.” Shit.

You did feel something, a lot of things actually. Tom had brought something back to the solemnly plain bagel of your life. You quickly wrote back.

"Don't let the bros see you texting me Tom, you laughed knowing he was probably squinting and barely able to see your words. You picture all of them looking over his shoulder.

"They went home. Can I come over? I feel like we aren't done quite yet. My asshole-in-training self expires at sunrise and I turn back into the real me. Is that okay?" You blinked a few times just to make sure you saw that correctly. "So you're actually Cinderella," you laughed nervously.

You managed to type your address and push send before pulling your covers over your head and screaming quietly enough to not wake up your still-slumbering roommates. You then looked around your room in quiet delightful horror, you had about 30 minutes to hide all your dirty clothes from the past three months under your bed...

[ultramori]

VOICEACTOR VOLUNTEER FRIENDS WANTED!!!!

Um, hey guys, it's Ultra again LMAO

I have a handful of projects that I need voiceactors for, but for now I'm focusing on one; Orange Analog, an animated analog horror(?????) series on my Youtube channel that I've already started writing the script for. A coworker of mine a while back said that I should always plan ahead when hiring volunteers even way before I'm done with the story, so I guess there's no harm in doing so? As the big text at the top reads, it's exactly as it says on the tin, but just having people to talk to about my series in general would be nice, too!

Below are the roles I'll be needing:

A calm, casual man with a deep voice. Expect verbalizing a lot of curiosity

Basically just Brendon from Home Movies. He just sounds like him. But it's important to be capable of getting really angry and generally upset

An old man with a lot of spirit and joy, his voice brimming with personality. Also a puppeteer who voiceacts on his own, giving his character a deeper but sillier voice. I'd really prefer if the voiceactor for the puppet and the puppeteer were the same person

Basically the first one again but African American I guess I dunno. It can't be the same voice that'd be confusing but honestly the two characters have similar speech patterns and stuff so

A young transgender woman who's responsible but even happier to be here, very enthusiastic and silly

A quiet man with a deep, monotone voice

And here are the requirements to join:

At least 15 years old. Please.

NOT A JERK!!!!

Has a Discord account (I'll make a Discord server for us :])

Has previous experience voiceacting

Be capable of showing strong emotions in your voice and sound very natural! Very important! Like, Smiling Friends level of natural voiceacting if possible?? Okay probably not possible but you get the example I'm generally trying to give

And that's all she wrote! Please keep in mind this is not only unpaid work, but also my first time hiring buddies to help me with a project, so we're all here to have fun and not worry about me unintentionally making little mistakes cuz that's just me jahshd,,, I'm looking forward to my future team!! If you're interested, please fill out the form below and I'll hire you if you meet all the requirements :)

[rykeiwrites]

Depression Weather

🪷 Characters: Al Haitham, Venti, Ayato

🪷 Genre: Hurt/comfort, Depression, fluff

🪷 T/W: Talks of a bad depression, talks of not wanting to exist with Ayato. allusion of harsh words from reader to character. 

🪷 Notes: Going through another dip in my depression and wanted to write some of my comfort characters comforting me. Take a sip of water, deep breathe, and I know we’ll be fine love ❧

✧ Al Haitham

He doesn’t know what to say. His silence though is knowing his words won’t have an effect on this. In the morning he drags you out of bed and will take a walk around Sumeru city to see it as dawn is rising over. Going to the cafe for coffee and breakfast. He brings you back home and lets you rest, but comes home for lunch with something refreshing and light on your stomach. He will come home after a long day with your favorite snack foods, some sweet beverages, and he picks up your favorite novel to read besides him as you cuddle. He encourages more exercise, water, little things that work and some part of you might be angry it works but it does. He is there, for crying and any self destruction you go through. He never takes what you say to heart, he knows it is just pain, anger, and you will come back and apologize for them when you’re better.

✧Venti

He is gentle. He sings you songs, silly, full of love, and happiness. If you try and lock yourself away he refuses. Look, you can lock yourself away from everyone but him? What would he do if he couldn't see his Windblume? He brings in the fresh breeze to air out your room you have tried to lock yourself in too. He brings juice from the Dawn Winery to enjoy, and a picnic to enjoy outside.He drags you outside and has you rest in his lap under the Windrise tree and listen to him. Stories are so important and he shares as many as he can, trying to fill your mind with something. He shows even more affection, if that’s even possible, and brings any of your favorite things to snack on. He brings you back near the sunset and lets you cry on him and kisses your head. It hurts that he can’t do more for you, but he will be there. 

✧ Ayato

He knows, he knows and it kills him because he has duties, but what he would do to be able to stay with you for the days to weeks you feel this way. He does all he can from his work. You have a spot in his office while he does his paperwork. Most days you don’t make it there. When he is free though, he stays inside with you, holds you close and playfully annoys you. He talks with you, listening to how you feel. When you say you don’t feel like living, not taking an active role, but hoping that you won’t wake up again, He holds you and lets you cry into him. He helps you breathe through it. When you have calmed down, he tells you how much you mean to him, and his sister, and to so many others. He says what he can’t wait to do with you when you’re ready to go outside again. He makes plans with you for the next few months. Some of them may not happen between his work and your episodes but what matters is you guys do try. He wants to remind you that even on these worst days, he loves you. 

[torawro]

SOSA (⁄ ⁄>⁄ω⁄<⁄ ⁄)⁄ the precious and cutest ever ! !

okay sosa . . remember the profile pic i had on discord w/ the red haired guy ? ? i simply just found that on my pinterest BUT ! i found out his name was RENJI ! ! and i think he’s from . . bleach ? ?

OKAY SO . . . sosa would you be so kind to tell me . . AAAAALLLL about him ૮₍•`ﻌ ˊ•₎ა he looks like my type . . . hehe

MILLLIIIEEEE hi darling ! ( promise as soon as i finish answering this i’m heading over to disc so i can properly respond to your messages ! ) i was super super excited to receive this ask !! just confirms that people associate me with bleach >\\\<

i find it hilarious you didn’t know who renji was and thought he was so handsome he had to become ur pfp 😭😭😂😂😂 so real of you. the power of renji’s looks >>>>>>

but yes you are correct! this is renji abarai from bleach ! he’s good friends/rivals w the mc ichigo (my baby🥺🥺🥺) and in the “army” he serves in, he’s a lieutenant for his squad ! second highest in command for squad 6 ! as you can see he has plenty tribal tattoos alll over his body, long red hair (that you can do so many styles with 🙈), pretty nice build and stature ( he’s muscular and i wanna say he’s like 6ft ? almost ? maybe a little more ? can’t remember for sure i have to look it up ) but yeah !! the first pic you chose was him in the manga a little later in the story, and the other two are official art so yea, he CANONICALLY looks that good 😩 just know if u get with him you’re dating a fashion icon bc he can dresssss, the headbands he always wears are part of his signature style.

as for personality, he can be stubborn when it comes to what he believes in and what he thinks is right so generally he has a good head on his shoulders and tries his best ! very loyal to his captain and to his friends <3 he also drinks his “respect women juice” everyyyyday so he has manners and respects them. def can be rough around the edges sometimes but not in an edgy or angsty kind of way, if that makes sense??? anyway he also can be silly and be funny sometimes without trying to be 😭😭😂 and gets dragged into ridiculous situations (common in ova’s and some unserious filler) but most of the time he’s kinda serious and fills out his role as lieutenant to keep the squad in check

[lydiahosek]

Reconnection

[My contribution to the @inklings-challenge Christmas challenge, and a follow-up to my 2022 story "Connection". Thank you for hosting and merry Christmas!]

“…Hi everyone. Merry Christmas! At least, it should be Christmas by the time you get this. Right now it’s November 15th.”

In fact, it was December 27th when Arlo Connors’ transmission reached his family back on Earth. The first days had been spent by the Connors with the vague concern for him that always regrew in the back of their minds between messages. In a consolatory sort of coincidence, though, it arrived smack in the middle of the annual Christmas party, and the entire extended family (minus two strep-stricken cousins at home in bed) gathered and hushed to hear his voice.

Ever the dutiful son/brother/grandson/nephew/cousin, he first addressed the high points of the last transmission he received from them. He wished Jessamine well in her audition for the role of Claire in her school’s production of String Bean Salad Summer, complimenting the snippet of “One Tiny Seed” she had sung into the receiver. Jessamine shifted in her seat – she had ended up in the ensemble and was still a little stung about it. He advised Aunt Sybil on the glitch with her smart microwave that she had described. Sybil had to be stopped from bustling off to the kitchen to try the repair at that very moment. He congratulated Tim and Nadine on their one-year anniversary. They smiled and clasped hands – he would be an uncle in five months and didn’t even know it yet.

“Everything up here is going mostly according to plan. The biology team says the plants aren’t doing as well as they thought – something to do with the artificial atmosphere. But Alonzo and the rest of the techs’ gadgets are all working fine. A few might even get adapted for commercial sale…We passed Pellonia about a month ago. For once everyone just dropped what they were doing and stared. It looked like a big, cloudy orange. I tried to take a picture, but you know. It’s not the same.

“The big news is that I actually took a spacewalk last week.” Arlo described the simple but urgent malfunction with the ship’s thruster that required his direct attention, the process of being dressed in the spacesuit, and the combination of wonder and dread that filled his heart as he moved along the edge of the ship, his tether to it, to humanity, no wider than a garden hose. Several of his audience hung on his every word with little technical understanding but agonized suspense, forgetting that the account itself was proof that his time outside the ship had ended without incident.

“It sounds silly, but I kept thinking of the first time I jumped off the diving board at Uncle Harold’s pool. The same sense of something exciting, somewhere new to explore, all by myself, but also having to be alert, not get lost in it or…disaster. I was talking about it with Val…that’s Valeria Munroe, if Mom still has the article with the group picture saved…What am I saying, of course she does.”

Hetta had already whipped out her comm pad, opened her “Saved” folder, and retrieved the news article announcing the mission with its accompanying photo of the entire crew. She hovered her cursor over a few different faces before a text box appeared over one with the title “Valeria Munroe” and a brief biography. She smiled to herself and nodded. “She’s pretty.”

“Mo-oomm!” Arlo’s siblings chorused on his behalf.

“Anyway, it got me thinking, and I know it’s really early to say this, but…this trip’s going to be my last.”

A wave of confused, dismayed whispers swept through the room, followed by one of harsh shushing.

“I…I had always thought about the things I had made that I was sending up there…up here…that something my hands had touched was going to be sent past other planets and asteroid fields and onto worlds I had never seen and couldn’t even imagine. And even more than the pay bump and the…I dunno, ‘prestige’ as opposed to being a ground guy, I wanted to see for myself what I was working for. And now I have. And it’s not like…I don’t regret it, but I know I can’t maintain it. Just like I couldn’t stay outside any longer than it took to do what I had to do. It was beautiful, I was closer to it all than I’ve ever been, but the connection back was so thin, just like…sorry, I…”

Here they heard an unintelligible voice in the background and Arlo’s, muffled, saying “No, I’m fine.”

Then his voice was clear again. “I, um…I really miss you. I guess, is the point. And the sky and the trees and…traffic and barbecue smoke and those crummy slushies from Burger Beanie.” He made a noise between a laugh and a shudder. “More than anyone else here does, or did, it seems. The ones who’ve made a career out of this. Maybe they were like this too their first time and just forgot, but…I don’t want to forget. So…yeah.”

Hetta could be heard sniffling off to the side. “Mom,” one of Arlo’s sisters cooed softly, placing a hand on her arm.

Arlo clapped his hands loudly. “So! Now that I know that, I am going to try to strengthen my connections to whoever and whatever I can up here. And you will hear about it all! Sorry this message is so short, but I promise the rest won’t be. ‘Cause when I’m back down there, for good…I don’t want to forget, either.”

He left them with a few more pleasantries, Christmas wishes, and words of love, and then the room was silent. It remained so for the better part of a minute, until Sybil offered to start slicing up the gingerbread cake.

Someone hit the “Play” icon on her comm pad, and peppy, harmonic voices resumed singing. Gradually new conversations began, and gradually they were about topics other than the absent son/brother/grandson/nephew/cousin/uncle-to-be. He would hear all about them, though, in about two months. The best gift he could get, as he and those below continued the wait till the mission's end for the best gift he could give.

[softstanb]

kidnapping toxicity (star eyes)

[aka no time to bleed]

i won't lie to you, dearest reader - this fic started in a buckwild way.

it's the summer. i'm queer. chappell roan sings the songs of my people. yet somehow the music video of casual, the lyrics, the melody, it all ingrained itself into my brain in a funny way. see, i ended up with about three ideas based off the song, each looser than the previous.

though it may not seem to be true, this fic was inspired by casual. that and this lovely little tweet. it drove me insane. sorry if it does the same to you.

but there's something else i'm not telling you. have you seen the movie predator? classic 80s action/horror. lovely little flick, not at all scary if you're a weenie. feels like terminator with neon green blood and bad heat vision.

if you've seen predator then you know exactly what i'm talking about. the beginning of the movie, before you even meet the predator, they raid what seems to be a cartel compound. they take this woman as a hostage. the alien starts fucking things up, but even throughout this she doesn't let them know she speaks english until she's seen the predator murder a guy. our lovely lady is our seokmin inspiration.

and there was something in me that was just itching to write something toxic for once. look through my backlog and you'll find softness overwhelmed with even more softness, tenderness filling the cracks. i write things that are meant to be cherished, relationships that feel like warm blankets and mugs of hot chocolate, your favorite books when you were nine and it was raining and nothing hurt and everything was okay.

i was a little bored. a little weary. i craved a toxicity you never see from me. this is what comes from it.

what's funny is that this fic actually had me crying in dms that it wasn't toxic enough. here i am, sobbing in my babies' dms, that our boy mingyu has too fast of a turn around for someone who is supposed to be the leading mc of a doc called "kidnapping toxicity (star eyes)". and sure, he isn't actually toxic enough to hold down this role, but he's toxic enough for the start for it to matter, i guess. besides, when i write, these stories take on a life of their own. all i do is just put them in a silly little doc and then release them to you. i don’t outline, i just vibe. i’m sure you all can tell.

this fic also has a bit of a funny story. it’s the second fic i’ve posted in a row at a wedding. in a different time zone. my streak is beyond bizarre but i should break it soon. i don’t have any more weddings on my immediate horizon so to keep it going you wouldn’t hear from me for almost years.

i intended a little more with this one too, sure. same shit different smell. ran up against the deadline with the force of an angry bull. ran into it a few more times too. fest mods deserve the world, truly. i love them and they’re too good for the rest of us. sure, i had other shit going on, but i still was an added stress in their life. but they told me not to be sorry. (i still am.)

anyways, the intent was to have a movie night or two. or just them binging movies and eating junk and doing nothing more than rotting as their matching wounds became matching scars. y’know, cute shit. but then i wrote the ending and i looked at it and looked at it again and realized that’s it. there’s nothing more i need to say.

there was an epilogue too, one i’m not going to promise to write. i won’t even tease it. it goes like this:

they get seok out. they get him off base and move him into that city that he once called home. it’s not really home anymore, something eerily reminiscent but to the left. something hazy with memories but with harsh realities poking through the nostalgia like machetes through sheets. it’s unsettling and off putting and just plain wrong, but it’s the closest civilization to the base for miles. his sister lives there. his mother visits, too. and though they don’t seek each other out, still far too scared of seokmin’s original captors coming back for them, even if their corpses are charred husks abandoned in the middle of nowhere they were a part of a network dammit, they see each other. they’re neighborly when they run into each other. if they leave each interaction more teary-eyed than the last, no one mentions it. the town is too good to.

and maybe there’s mingyu. mingyu, now desperate for an out, who latches onto seokmin like a snapping turtle who’s just got its jaws around a delicious treat it can’t quite break. he gets wounded again. something super fucked - think a demolished knee, a fused major joint, blurry vision that can’t be fixed. he’s declared unfit for duty and they plan an extraction date. is it an execution date? no one is sure. no one finds out either. he disappears into the trees, never to be seen again.

no one talks about the new man in the city, with his clumsy language and mysterious background and lover who looks at him like he has hung the moon, who stares right back at him like he’d give him the stars if he’d only ask for them.

that city holds both boys close to their chests and shields them whenever trouble rolls through. the city laughs in the face of danger. try us, they say, they are ours and you cannot have them.

and maybe there’s a bit of a treehouse somewhere in those woods. high and hidden unless you know where to look, know where to find it. seokmin brings the home cooked meals he grew up on and mingyu brings base favorites, leftovers concealed and treated as a gold standard currency. they hug and chat and catchup, jihoon recounting the newest way he’s made the suits lives shit and seokmin talking about his new adventures, about dreams he never thought he’d be able to have. he’s so much more alive that it’s common for men to come back from their “surveillance missions” and “general recon missions” with red puffy eyes. no one asks about it, for seokmin’s sake. even if he’s not there they know he’d be upset to find out they were teasing each other over happy tears.

and maybe they find another kid stuffed away on a compound, scared outta his mind. jihoon takes him to seokmin and leaves him there, knowing there’s no better hands for him to be in. he grows up loved and understood, even if he is technically fully grown. he gets years back to act like a kid.

a happy ending. hope for the future.

it’s a tcg fic. yall know the drill.

p.s. if it helps, since this is a vague predator au and that takes place in guatemala, the way i thought of the languages is like this:

- the base/soldiers/vague govt agency = english

- the compound/vague cartel stand in = spanish

- seokmin/the natives= an unspecified indigenous language/mayan/garifuna/xinca

kidnapping toxicity (star eyes) aka no time to bleed

other notes on my fics aka the index

[gonbeeyamada]

can we talk about the mischaracterization of the century.... bc i am torn

there's actually a couple things i do like about his characterization in the manga. i like that he's much more of a contrast to the group's dichotomy. alice acts as the counterweight to the group. where everyone chooses to work together he actively avoids it. even though some people aren't as trusting as others (qtaro and shin for example), they still chose to work WITH the group since it gives them an advantage. alice challenges that. he says what they are thinking: it's impossible to trust people 100% in this situation and he chooses to air his grievances with them instead of keeping his worries to himself.

even though there are people who think the same thing he is, they actively mask that part of themselves and continue to act as though they trust others. alice literally pushes against that ideology. he's not just going to sit there idly and pretend to get along with everyone.

he not only understands that his presence is disruptive for the group, but he understands the disadvantages it comes with.he is completely aware that he is a criminal among them, and that he's automatically assumed to be more dangerous than anyone else there. he's aware that even if he DID work with the group that fact would linger regardless, and he'd be more likely to be chosen in a majority vote.

i also like that he's taken more seriously in the manga. controversial take i know. i'm not saying i don't like the comedy relief role he plays in the game, but i am saying seeing him play more of a foil role is really cool to see. when alice was first created nankidai wanted him to be more of a villainous role, something more akin to Shin. since that role was already filled he decided to change the direction completely and make alice a more lighthearted addition to the story. i do like this part about him it's one of my favorite things! part of me always kind of wished nankidai put more emphasis on his character in the story though, and that's not something you can do with a silly little guy like alice.

i think tonally it's a good choice to make alice a more prominent foil in the manga. having him joke around too much would change the flow of the story completely, especially in the main trial. the plot points are still the same but alice has more intent behind him. he plots more than his game version does.

during the main game, it's decided early on that it would be best to weed out the most suspicious and untrustworthy people first. qtaro openly states that voting for alice is the most obvious decision. alice counters this, stating only voting for him would be stupid and bluffs about his role in the game. he uses the groups distrust of him to his advantage.

claiming he's got an important role to the game right off the bat puts him in a position of power amongst the group. they can't vote for him because they quite literally do not know what card he has up his sleeve.

as compared to how this scene played out in the game, qtaro tells alice he's going to vote for him, alice brushes it off and tells him to do what he wants, and then keiji counters qtaros claims instead of alice. keiji becomes the one to tell qtaro not to vote for alice because putting all of your eggs in one basket could be a risky move. alice becomes more a passive character in this scene. he doesn't care what qtaro does because it doesn't concern him... alice's life has been over for a long time already.

there are a lot of things i dislike about his characterization in the manga too, though. him having a more antagonistic role makes him a less sympathetic character, in my opinion. even though alice was rude and hard to get along with in game, he still had moments of kindness or genuine emotion. he openly states he doesn't care about himself many times, and that he regrets the things he's done. he shows open remorse for the things he's done and a lack of self-preservation. alice doesn't care about what happens to himself, he doesn't deserve to in his mind.

i feel as though that's been stripped away in the manga. this alice is more selfish eager to live. the most obvious example to me is when alice pushes past sara because he thinks he sees the exit. to quote him he says "that's the exit isn't it?...maybe it is, and i can win all on my own." i hardly think alice would ever do this. especially with his sister in the death game with him. why wouldn't he rush to tell reko in hopes of her having a chance to survive? alice would never leave her behind in a situation like this. NEVER EVER. it feels so out of character for him to just push sara aside and rush to save himself in this situation.

alice is a coward yes. alice runs away any chance he gets, but when it comes to his sister he actively runs toward danger. he would literally do anything to protect her. he has KILLED to protect her. i cannot imagine him just leaving her behind for the chance to save himself.

another example of this is when alice makes comments about voting kanna off:

i know alice has only a few moments with kanna, and none of them are in chapter one, but in the game he's shown so much sympathy for her. he cares about her, he considered her kind and worthy of protecting. he literally votes off shin to protect her because he understands what it's like to care for a little sister. he sees reko in her. at this point in the story he's been filled in on everything that has happened. he knows that kanna's older sister just died. he knows that she's suffering and in need of guidance and care. i don't think alice would be so callous at this moment.

i have no idea why they would include alice saying this. there's no scene like it in the game. kanna still arrives late and alice makes a comment about the entire group looking unnerved. it makes him seem cruel. he's not even upset about the possibility of her dying, just that her death was wasted when he could have used it for his advantage.

i think it's gonna be difficult for the manga to change alice to a more sympathetic character after the first main game. he plays a huge part in chapter 2 and becomes a much softer presence to be around. you even get to help him with his sister. i think it'll be difficult to make him appear more naturally offputting but kind instead of just a cold killer, but i hope that they will be able to do it in a seamless way because despite everything, that's still my babygirl 💖

when it comes to his dialogue i really don't think they changed much. everyone has been saying that he's much ruder in the manga but honestly, he's always been kind of an asshole lol. when you compare the game scripts to the manga a lot of the things he's said are quoted pretty closely (except for his talking mannerisms but ill get to that)

in the game alice called sara pigface at one point. he even insulted her appearance. he's called everyone idiots, fools, and rascals. in your time to shine he insults both kai and mishima in their first fondness events. he makes comments about how everyone there are stupid and foolish for putting so much faith in each other and they should see this game is rigged aginst each other.

now when it comes to his talking mannerisms i really can't say much on the official Japanese dialogue. i don't know how accurate it is to his ingame dialogue. in the English translation for the game his dialogue changes drastically to from well-spoken and powerful to pretty meek and anxious. i know for a fact that in the game he hardly ever swore and instead chose to use insults more than expletives.

the manga his dialogue is just as rude but more vulgar in tone. he swears and threatens violence more than he did in the game. the way alice talked in game was so unique and funny to me that it's something i hold DEARLY and it's a shame to see it stripped down to just tough guy talk in the manga. i don't HATE the way he talks it's just not the same and a little disappointing if anything. i hope they play up his talking mannerisms after the first main game and let him be more of a freak ass instead of an asshole.

all in all this alice is edgy and way more awful to the group than his in game counterpart, but he is still alice so i guess it's impossible for me to hate him 🤷‍♂️ i am honestly looking forward to seeing how they are gonna try and tone him down in the second part of the manga, and looking forward to see what route they are gonna use for him. he will never hold a candle to the OG though.

[nuwanders]

OC TAG GAME.

tagged by @aartyom​​, thank you sm! <3 shamelessly stole your banner layout 😅

rules: sort your OCs into the below categories and (optionally) make them in this picrew. 

tagging @connortheconceded @lucien-lachance @mondhound @wispstalk @ervona @dirty-bosmer @netch-rancher @mareenavee @cultistbase @creaking-skull @stormbeyondreality @swordcoasts​ @vulpixelates​ @auddun​ @indorilnerevarine​ @thetinyshiloh​ @mantleofsanguine​ though no pressure as always xx

if i normally tag you in these sorts of things and have forgotten on this occasion feel free to just do it anyway :’)

1. FAVOURITE OC.

cheating a little here but these two are very much a package deal to me, they have always been jórunn and raydrin, raydrin and jórunn. do not separate them 🤧 they’ve been living rent free in my brain for over a decade, have grown and matured as i have, and if i could go back in time and tell my ten-year-old self that she’ll still be writing silly little stories about the characters she invented on the floor of a y6 maths class, i think that would make her very happy <3

2. NEWEST OC.

i invented vivienne because when i finally sat down to plan this story that had been kicking around in my head for years, i realised how little sense it made for mathyas to be the listener and so needed a new character to fill that role. though she was designed with a specific narrative function in mind, she has since come into her own as a character in her own right and i’d love to explore her properly someday

3. OLDEST OC.

as above— i’ve had these two since i was around ten, though their names, personalities and appearances have undergone a lot of work since then. i originally created them for a short story about a young couple going spelunking together, but they soon took on lives of their own, especially once i committed to the TESified versions of them <3

4. MEANEST OC.

vivienne speaks as little as she can get away with, but will make no effort to mask her contempt for others where she feels it (which is often). if she goes so far as to verbally express her disdain for someone, it’s because she’s deemed it objectively necessary for them to know how repugnant she finds them. she is so full of hate <3

5. SOFTEST OC.

cassathra is a hug personified, my goal with her was always to create a character who was very earnestly kind n warm. it was only when i sat down to write up her storyline that i realised how genuinely harrowing some of the events of the College of Winterhold questline are, but it’s important to me that she emerges at the end with her big, squishy heart intact :’)

6. MOST ALOOF/STANDOFFISH OC.

this one almost goes without saying— jórunn’s aloofness is one of the first things strangers will notice about her. she’s quiet, reserved, and blunt when prompted to speak, not just around acquaintances but around friends, too

7. DUMBEST (AFFECTIONATE) OC.

raydrin is by no means stupid, but he often is guilty of thinking with his heart more than his brain… he’s impulsive and reckless which i think can sometimes manifest as stupidity. but he’s smart in less obvious ways :^)

8. SMARTEST OC.

despite the arguably unwise decisions mathyas makes in the fic (he’s having a bad year), he’s a genuinely very intelligent guy. i kind of designed him and raydrin to mirror each other, in this way— mathyas could afford to perhaps think with his heart now and then

9. OC I WOULD BE BEST FRIENDS WITH.

oh i would get on SO well with sanjir. that man could be anyone’s best friend if he wanted to be; he’s arguably the most gregarious and personable of all my characters, as well as genuinely kind-hearted, down-to-earth, quick witted, and charming. i’m excited to beat him up a lil now that the civil war questline is finally underway, but it comes from a place of love <3

[help-imanartistt]

GOING INSANE

so my brain keeps drawing genloss parallels to songs now so...

I could write an essay on both of these in full but I'll spare you for now...

THE MAIN CHARACTER - Will Wood

I can imagine a great little animatic to this hehee if only i could animate 😭

I imagine the person talking in the bridge is Hetch and then everything after the 'it's nothing new' line is Ranboo responding. Just this whole idea about loyalty and not breaking out of Showfall's grasp and the way that you can kinda connect the 'court fool' and 'the witches' to sneeg and charlie. Also the whole thing about 'doing what we need to to get through' implying that Hetch is also under some sort of control from the founder and also trying to belittle Ranboo for their decisions even though they weren't his own. Then the 'it's nothing new' line referring to the you guessed TIME LOOP. (I LOVE TIME LOOP SO MUCH ITS SO SILLY)

Leading back into the chorus. The creators not being seen as people gets called back to there 'So God forbid I'm seen just as an average human being'. This line also eludes to 'The Hero' like Ranboo being given a role and now they're expected to live up to what people think of them. Ranboo commenting on Hetch's two faced nature with the whole 'I mean imagine if antagonists lacked any evil scheme' bit and how he truly believed Hetch was going to save him. And you can kinda see the last line ('I'm the main character and you have to like me') as a way for Ranboo to justify all the pain he's gone through like "it would all be for nothing if they didn't like me" kinda thing.

COUNTING SHEEP - Crane Wives

I am not convinced this song was not written about genloss/j

This I imagine is the restarting of the time loop. with 'morning coming a day too soon' or thinking that you're dead and to quote the show that 'it wasn't supposed to be like this'. Back in the tiny room being the cabin.

I'll skip the chorus and get to the next verse for now...

The sunlight filtering in and Ranboo's dread of waking up has started to set in as it means that he is going to experience everything all over again. The sunlight could also be referring to the ending of ep 3 where he can see sunlight leaking in from outside but still chooses to ignore it. This could also imply that he was never fully broken out of Showfall's control until the end just so Showfall could get him to follow the story they needed. This leads into the cycle beginning again and the alarms ringing being his awareness that something is wrong and he will be stuck again forced through the same fate over and over. At this point I'd imagine that the mask has turned on meaning the something in them that is fast asleep is themselves and this fear of trying to break free sets in. I also imagine the 'it's a losing battle' line to be representative of Showfall almost mocking Ranboo as he struggles to grapple with reality (him yelling no as the mask turns on again in the first ep).

SO THE CHORUS

Having the wool pulled from your eyes is to see the truth. The mask in this case we can refer to as the wool. I'll let this kind person pn Genius to explain the whole sheep metaphor...

You see where I'm going here??

It's basically referring to how as soon as the mask has relinquished some amount of control and Ranboo is able to see how others are being controlled and deceived ergo eating their fill of sheep. I also really like the whole analogy of sheep because like the whole idea of those trapped in Showfall's control being unable to forge their own paths and make their own decisions. This also aligns with how the Showfall employees are just drones doing whatever the founder needs them to.

ANYWAY UHH THATS BEEN MY SECOND 600 WORD ANALYSIS HAVE FUN GUYS. (can you tell I'm an English student yet...)

[ybblue]

Your Boyfriend, Blue

I'm fleshing out what my YB is like since I'm rather fond of the idea everyone has a unique YB just for them. Feel free to keep reading!

Stats:

Nickname: Blue Age: 29 Pronouns: He/Him Skin Color: Blue Eye Color: Blue Hair: He has short hair!

In this universe, everyone is a 'blurbo,' which I am defining here to mean "blob-like character," where your hair/skin tend to match colors, people can be any color, and everyone is even more cartoonishly drawn than normal.

YB, himself, appears much more docile and soft, filling the role of a sub male yandere. YB in this universe is named Blue by his Y/N.

Myers-Briggs Type: ESFJ (extraverted, observant, feeling, judging) Core Traits: Warm Affection, Energetic, Detail-Orientated Flaws: Obsessive, Insecure, Hesitant Quirks: Stalker, Pop Culture Nerd, Aspiring YouTuber

While most YB are antisocial, Blue is really great at fitting in and hiding his antipathy from people around him. He knows you need people to survive, and he makes due. (In a meta sense, he was born later than his counterparts in the other universes and has seen what being a vicious asshole gets you in the end - your Y/N's hatred!)

Blue knows he has a lot of natural charisma and puts it to work. He is very extraverted and people tend to like him. Given how much practice he has put into his façade, Blue is quite good at convincing others that he likes them and he can get along with practically anyone.

Random Factoids:

(As spoken in his voice.)

"I'd have to say my favorite color is purple. Why? No reason. I just like the color." (His Y/N has purple skin in this world.)

"Mmm, favorite food, now we're talking! It's so hard to pick just one thing, you know? If I want to sound sophisticated, I should say I like something fancy, maybe something French? But, if I'm being honest with you, the minute I smell movie theater popcorn, I go feral."

"Naturally, my favorite book changes all the time, but most recently I read This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone, and it's blown me away. There's just something about the way those two characters love each other... It's beautiful, and I relate to it, though I don't think I can really explain why. I heard about the book from some guy on Twitter named Bigolas Dickolas."

"So, everyone has a favorite movie, right? Really, it's more like a comfort movie. It's a movie you watch that always cheers you up or just reminds you of the best things in life. There's this silly little movie called Densha Otoko, Train Man in English. It's this Japanese flick that's supposedly based on a true story of some guy who saved a girl from being harassed on a train. He falls in love with the girl, but he's too shy to ask her out. Random people on the internet on a more wholesome version of 4ch*n basically cheer lead him into asking the girl out. Really, the whole movie is sweet. It always lifts my spirits when I see it."

"There's only four seasons, but all of them are pretty good in my opinion. Just when you get fed up with one season, the next one is just around the corner. I guess, gun to my head, I'd pick winter, but I can't really explain why that is. Winter just seems... and pardon my pun... like the coolest time of year. Everything is dark, things are dying, and honestly the cold is used to represent a lot of villains in stories. But, on the flip side, winter is when most people have a lot of holidays and get togethers and the like. Not that I experienced it for myself yet... but, I think winter might be the best season because its easier to justify snuggling up with your partner. Just thinking about pulling someone close under the blankets while you watch a cliché holiday movie... doesn't that sound like fun?"

"Dogs! I love dogs for sure. They are so loyal, you know? Supposedly if you kick a dog, it will still love you, not that I'm advocating for that, but I just think its fascinating for a creature to love so unconditionally. Maybe its weird, but I relate to that a little bit."

Well, that's all I have for now. I really like Blue a lot, so I'll probably post some more random stuff. I might even make an attempt to draw random comic stuff with him in it.

[shirogane-oushirou]

Ro, my friend, bestie!!!! Star, galaxy, black hole and moon for the ask game!!! Any of the guys in your life who you are inspired to gush about can answer them!!! :3 (I love asking about Ren SO MUCH but you also have other sweeties and I don't want to neglect them 💖)

( @verykissablepixels )

THANK YOU REFFIEEEEEEEEE!!!!! 🥺💕💕💕 i'll probably still end up answering for ren bc i'm so ren-pilled skdfkjn, but i'll throw in some of the others where i think they fit!!!

Star- Does your F/O do anything to calm you when you're upset?

i think ren would actually encourage me to be outwardly upset more often ;; not in an unhealthy way, but because i don't really express those kinds of things anymore. if something seems like it's upsetting me but i'm not Doing anything with it, he might ask me some questions, probe a bit to see if it's something i REALLY don't want to talk about, and suggest i vent a bit or cry on his shoulder... and once that's done, we'd go fix something to eat and he'd pump me full of electrolyte water LMAO. ;;

(and it's work both ways tbh -- doc!ren has even worse issues with expressing negative emotions than i do, and r!ren expresses them through being bitchy to people who are being bitchy to him ksjdfn, so i'd want to help them vent in healthy ways when they're upset!)

gray's pretty simple with his methods... he's one of the most mature people in wonderland (which isn't saying much tbh, he's just better at it than the others), and since he fills so many job roles while working for nightmare, he knows how to approach people. so he'd sit me down in a quiet room, far from the hustle and bustle of the busy areas of clover tower, and ask what's wrong. he'd let me get it all out, politely interjecting where need be, and then once i'm done he'd suggest that he could make hot drinks for us (to which i'd have to reply that I'D make them kjsnfjkn, i don't trust him to boil water let alone mix ingredients ;;;). and if it turned out that my issue was due to someone being threatening or violent, he would... take care of the issue later... :)

oushirou's a silly guy, but he has a very serious side as well. he'd sit with me, encourage me to let things out, hold my hand, and maybe help problem solve a bit. he likes to keep up a daily stream of communication when possible, so if he got Vibes from an earlier chat, he might let me vent when he gets back home and then be like, "btw i picked up dessert for us on the way back for no particular reason whatsoever, so look forward to that!" he knows i know it WAS for a particular reason, and he lets me huff at him for being frustratingly good at picking up on things i try not to let others see. and while he isn't as retaliatory as gray, if i was upset at something a stranger said / did to me while out and about, he might play bodyguard for a while juuust in case i need someone with a strong kick with me ;;;

mars is quieter in his approach. he'd cuddle up and ask if something was wrong -- they know if it's something important enough to me that i'll let it out with a little prodding. he'd just hold me as i vent, and when i'm done, they'd thank me for feeling like i can trust him. and then we'd just... "move on" -- once the emotions are out it's better to focus on something emotionally fulfilling! he's like a more immediately open oushirou -- it wouldn't take much time for them to feel close enough to pick up on those things and know how to help me deal with them in the moment and after, and like oushirou, they generally know when to play it cool around violent people, when to be threatening, and when to actually make good on those threats.

Galaxy- What do you and your F/O do when one of you is homesick?

both rens have complicated feelings about their family homes, feeling a weird mix of nostalgia and disgust. by the end of his whole story, doc!ren ends up not being able to go back At All, Literally Cannot, so sometimes he has that contradictory, "well now that i CAN'T, a part of me wants to go back after all......" feeling. I think in his case, the only thing we can do is just be together for however long he needs, doing things that remind him of the better moments back there in a, "there are still things from there that you have here," sense.

and this particular s/i's brand of homesickness is like a low, constant, simmering feeling of homesickness they've long adjusted to... poorly adjusted, but adjusted nonetheless hhhh. just being around doc!ren helps to soothe those feelings, and as the relationship continues they start to disappear. "i have a new home now, and it's you," vibes. 💕

r!ren's a bit easier KJNDKJN. he misses visiting his grandparents, who he's closer to than doc!ren is. we'd end up sitting somewhere cozy, and he'd either call or video chat with them and we'd all talk together. i'd start learning french to bridge the gap a bit, but ren would still translate when needed. talking to and spending time with the people he loves helps a ton on its own (he does want to take me to visit them in person at some point though hehe).

this verse is fairly close to reality, aka i live with family, so no homesickness for me lmao.

oushirou is less homesick than one would think -- yeah he's constantly traveling, but it's the one thing he's always known he wanted to do, enough to completely cut contact with his disapproving parents over it. he'd still miss the winter crew and me, and would visit whenever he could, but i'd say it's less like homesickness and more like... if they and i could travel with him, he'd never feel the desire to return home. traveling IS his home. we do, however, having some matching clothes and items so that, when he can't visit for a while or if he loses service and can't call / text, we can still feel connected!

also living at home here so no homesickness for me, but i do miss oushirou dearly, which makes it all the more important to him that we make the most of every possible moment together when he has the opportunity to visit!!

gray doesn't have any homesickness. he's pretty much like everyone in wonderland (except ace) in that regard. -I-, however, do feel some homesickness in spite of myself, and this sends gray in to a quiet panic. in his mind, i'm homesick -> i want to go back home -> i'm going to leave wonderland and never be able to return. so despite knowing how manipulative it is, he constantly takes me out on dates (platonic or romantic) to places he KNOWS i'll adore. wonderful restaurants, art supply shops, spots on the roads between locations that he thinks i might want to draw, doing physical activities that i can't manage back home... he wants to show me that wonderland is better than anything i had going on before. he'd freely admit to all of this if i called him out on it or if it seemed like it was making things worse, but despite his mature exterior he really is just as willing to sweep details under the rug as any other wonderland resident if it means keeping someone he cares about nearby.

Black Hole- Have you ever had a strange dream about your F/O?

all of my oc f/os have been sourced from strange dreams tbh so i won't even go into them lJSNIFLN, their stories are really just edited versions of my initial dreams about them.

i have Fucking Weird dreams about oushirou all the time though. it's mostly things like "i found a secondhand shop for doujin, and there's SO MUCH OUSHIROU DOUJIN I'VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE!!! I HAVE TO BUY IT ALL!!!!"... but also absolutely unhinged shit, like one where we met at a library we were sheltering in and, over the course of a couple of days, fell in love, he was bitten by an animal and developed RABIES????, we decided to get married before he was too far gone, and then i became a widow. so. KJNAKJN.

and i won't go too far into details bc i said i wouldn't, but mars was technically created from an oushirou dream set in a zombie apocalypse. he was a test subject to see if zombies could be "brought back", and i was brought in as like... an impromptu chat buddy to help with socialization. scientific overreach etc etc the arrogance of man etc etc. years later i rewrote it to make more logical sense, made that oushirou into my oc, and used the whole thing to work through chronic illness feelings (yay yippee love to dump my issues on my ocs weehee)!

i've also had some very weird ones with raven, like when he and rita slipped through spacetime into this world, and we met by chance and all bonded pretty quickly. or when he was an... instructor? at some kind of summer camp for adults?? and while it didn't seem like i stood out to him much at first, he actually stuck up for me at one point and kept wanting to connect after that. idk, weird things with no real rhyme or reason but that don't even come CLOSE to the weirdness of the oushirou dreams lol.

Moon- What's something your F/O does that never fails to make you happy?

being cute hehe 💕

doc!ren: he's very good at sussing out things that someone would ENJOY doing but may not have a reason to go out of their way to do, so he helps me get out of my comfort zone safely and understands if/when i hit my energy limit. i also love when he feels he trusts me enough to release "you will regret this" levels of infodump on me KJNFKJN, it's so cute and sweet and his enthusiasm is contagious.

r!ren: my LORD is he good at making me feel special!! and with his personality, it's clear it isn't just a matter of niceties or being a flirt. i feel so happy every time i can see how genuine he his, how far he's willing to go just to provide comfort, how he wants to be around me just as much as, if not more than, i do. how, if i have to cancel a date bc of a flare-up, he'll immediately come over with a care package filled with healthy (and secret not-so-healthy 🤫) goodies to keep me going for a day or two. 🥺

oushirou: genuinely just... his everything. but in particular, his over-the-top silly antics really get me. he'll make mundane things sooo dramatic just for the sillies + the joy it brings to others. he has great emotional intelligence and puts his ALL into helping those around him feel better. (also i know vaguely-horny does not equal happy.... but he sure does make me happy when he canonically KICKS THROUGH DOORS ksndfkjn like helloooooo?? sir??? 😳 that one scene has made me so Not Normal for the past 11 years....)

mars: something as simple as holding their hand. we're both very protective of each other -- we kind of have to be, given our situation -- so they often provide a sense of comfort. whether we're just sitting and reading together, or we're doing some activity to stimulate his cognitive function, or we simply cuddle in his holding chamber, they emanate a strong sense of safety, and i can really feel it through his light hand touches and rubbing the back of my hand with their thumb. and in a world that's gone to shit, that simple, caring touch means so much.

gray: OOOOOH his gap moe mode kjsndfkjn. after the serious answers, i get to the serious character and my answer is just "when he goes googoo gaga over anything soft and fluffy." he's so cute in jnkna when he's fishing on a frozen lake and a little seal becomes his companion 😭 and he names it after alice and puts a little alice bow on it 😭😭 he even gets cute when peter turns into his rabbit form -- as peter yells and scratches and curses at everyone, gray's still like 😳 bnnuy.... 💕💕💕💕💕

raven: when he's being a little drama queen ksjndfjn. i think there's plenty of room for quiet, serious talks that end with us feeling happy with our situation, but nothing beats when he's teasing karol or being a little silly guy! just a little 5'7 guy!! and it's his birthday!!!!! etc ksjdnk. his skits always crack me up, bc more often than not he's so unhinged for NO REASON! he's just LIKE THAT!! and yet he still thinks "raven" is a mask. nah man. you are all of your masks, the masks were always part of you, and that means part of you is a silly little trickster and Local Weirdo (tm).

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Hello! Just found your blog and would like to request some general NSFW HC's for Leona Kingscholar. Please and thank you!

I can't believe my first request was about NSFW, but, I'm not complaining.

Believe it or not, I was planning to write for Leona, so thank you for being the first person to apply.

El inglés no es mi primer idioma, así que una disculpa por las faltas de ortografía.

You didn't specify the roles, so I took the audacity to put Leona dominant.

This may have spelling and writing mistakes, I wrote it while I had already smoked a pack of cigarettes, and my senses were totally out of my mind.

People aligned with women do not interact, this is a men's job for men, I don't need a silly fetishist here, you already have enough stories, leave something for guys. If you're younger you can read, because I'm not your fucking dad to stop you from doing it, but avoid interactions, or I'll have to block you.

Warning: Adult content, blood mention, overstimulation, PowerBottom Leona, SubmissiveTop Male Reader, Mating season, possessiveness, nipple set, bulging belly, Breeding kink, Size kink, Short Reader.

NSFW HC's By Leona Kingscholar

° Leona is very possessive of her things, especially her cute little herbivore.

° He likes to drag you to the botanical garden whenever he can for a nap. When he feels like you want to leave, he squeezes his limbs around you to prevent you from fleeing.

° He likes to tangle his tail in your leg.

° Leona is not very happy with the friendship you have with Ace and Deuce.

° When they are with other people they like to have a hand on your thigh, or to have you as close to their body as possible.

°If you think that's possessive, you won't believe how crazy he gets when his mating time comes.

° Leona can't keep you more than 15 cm away from her body.

°It goes crazy if you don't come back in less than 3 minutes from anywhere you went.

° Growl at anyone who approaches you.

°Diablos, he even growled at Crowel

°Gets hot when you touch its tail.

° Loves to leave bite marks on your neck, so everyone knows who you belong to.

° Adore that you leave hickeys on his neck and every part where they can be visible, secretly enjoys the looks he receives for wearing them.

° He has a strange fascination to see you cry while riding you, it makes him feel powerful, because only he can see you like that, to see you devouring you under him.

°He loves that you inside, he tells you that he will have your beautiful puppies.

° He likes you to suck and bite his nipples, and he also likes to do the same to you, he loves to see how you squirm when he bites your pink shoots.

° He likes how small you are, how easily he covers your neck with his big hands, or when you're eating it, your head looks small between his thick thighs.

Small narration

The gasps and moans could be heard inside the room, the sound of skin bumping into skin were muffled by the growls of a certain beastman.

Solo podías dejar escapar gemidos y jadeos, las paredes apretadas de Leona envolvían tu polla tan deliciosamente. El calor en tu barriga estaba a punto de estallar, For the second time you are going to ejaculate, y Leona lo notó, tu polla latía dentro de he.

-Is my little herbivore coming?

You could only nod to what was said, Leona smiled, accelerating her hips, rising and falling faster on your cock.

- Leona, Leona, I'm coming - tears were streaming down your flushed cheeks.

-Vamos, entra, tendré tus lindos cachorros- Leona también está cerca, sus paredes se están cerrando alrededor de tu polla.

Leona's grunts increased when she saw a lump in her belly, you are so deep, your pretty cock is so inside it, it can melt your veins throbbing and drives him crazy. He wants you to fill him with your semen.

He grabbed your hand and placed it on top of the bulge, this took you to the limit, with a sharp moan you inside, this did not prevent Leona from continuing to ride you. The sensation of your hot seed inside sent him into a frenzy, and without needing to touch his cock he cummed, staining his belly and chest.

Pero aún así no se detuvo, Leona quería más, pero ya estás sintiendo la sobreestimulación, tu polla está sensible, las lágrimas volvían a correr por tus mejillas, y la baba salía de tu boca, tu lengua podía No puedo evitar salir, se siente tan bien, las paredes de Leona se sienten geniales, todo en él se siente bien.

Leona could only smile at your meaningless state.

-Your tears look so good with your pathetic state, I hope to see more of these while fucking your cock all night.

It's clear to know that you ended up with horrible hip pain and a sensitive cock.

An apology for answering so far, I was busy, although I had already written the draft, I forgot to upload it outright.

Bueno, en fin, olvidé lo que decía todo esto, pude y escribí algo mal, una disculpa nuevamente por eso.

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HOWDY!!! I got another question about your little oc guys 😈!!! Where do they live? I’m trying to decide if one is living in a huge mansion, or maybe even if some are just wanderers across the galaxy with no home. Ooorrr if they are all just in one tiny suburban house heheh!

Ooooo and another good one that kinda goes along with this: are any roommates with each other?

(Also you make me smile and giggle every time I see your ocs! You make me happy never stop 😭👍)

AHHH!!! HI!!!! Always happy to see you back, Anon! ♡♡♡ (and ooh??? I hope you'll drop another ask if what I throw out here helps ur curiosity lol! You spoil me with compliments too!!!)

This is a bit of a silly one since a lot of their stuff is Omega!Timeline style... but for ease I'll explain my world building vibes: I call the space where all these guys exist the Goldverse. Most of my ocs travel the multiverse, abd those who do have AUs usually exist in a different timeline to end up there. So, we'll be going off of Goldverse lore here! (<- It's the home-universe of Eternal Ashes) Everyone can freely move between AUs and timelines.

Ichor: His universe (in GV) was destroyed by the Human. He lives in the Omega Timeline in a little apartment in a "city" portion! It's cozy, a living room, a nice bed, a kitchen, a bathroom. The usual! More cushy than most apartments in the area tho (favoritism lmao) EDIT: His apartment is actually 2 bedroom because he has Sons to watch over. They're immortal and don't stay with him often, but they do need an extra set of beds lol-

Pretender: His universe was... also destroyed by his human. Kinda. He ends up living in a suburb house, I think, on the outskirts of a city. Two bedrooms, two bath, one floor + a basement. He visits the city often though, and can be spotted staying across the multiverse when given the chance (ex. Nightmare's Castle)

N: ??? She just kinda pops into existence when she's needed. But also? She's a couch-surfer and sleeps under the stars. Ichor once found her on his couch in the morning, had no clue how she got in. (So, occasional roommate to Ichor :3)

Orchid: Lives strictly with Nightmare in his castle, even post-story EA. She has her own room that's decorated in purple decor and dreamcatchers she made and a bunch of books! Very Cozy. (I say strictly. Sometimes she goes to Underswap and stays with the bros there for a week or two when she gets overwhelmed.)

Reset: Used to live with Geno in the save screen (he and Kane went out to visit Reaper often tho) but now he has his own place in the Omega Timeline. An apartment, a few buildings down from Ichor. A bit small, but filled to the brim with video games and movie posters. And guitars. He's not the best at playing, but no noise complains yet, so that's good!

(The two above Eventually might be roommates, but as of now they get limited (and supervised) times that they can see eachother due to the whole.. genocide thing.)

Stereo: Post-EA he lives with Fresh still (I Imagine it to be like a random house in a void or maybe a Van? Yeah, I could see Fresh living that Van/Modified Bus life). It's an ever-changing living situation tbh, but Fresh is a good role-model, so who's to judge?

Monochrome: He's living with Cross after the whole EA situation. Aka, he lives in Nightmare's castle too. His room is one over from Orchid's and has a bunch of art supplies and crafts happening constantly. Orchid doesn't mind him, but does Not let him in her room... (Unless he's having a nightmare.)

Teddy: She has two houses! One that Ink made for her in a pocket void (she only goes there to sew now) and Haphazard's house in the Omega Timeline. She likes staying with Hap because he's her older brother, and she also hates being alone. (She's also been known to stay with Stereo or Sprite and Merlot.)

Haphazard: A house in the Omega Timeline as previously stated. Pre-story he never had time to stop moving so he ended up sleeping very little, but post-story he and Lost move in together and relax a bit.

Shotput: A lil different, he moves from AU to AU. Technically he prefers a Royalty AU (the one where he met his boyfriend, Roman) because it's an au where his parents actually pay attention to him. Besides that though, he'll bum at Nightmare's (thanks to Killer) and does technically have a room but it's pretty barren. So, 90% he's at a castle.

Ark: Lives in the city. But like, specifically in the Lab sectors. Work-a-holic that's a danger to everyone? Yeah. No. He's gonna stay Mildly Contained.

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Benny Strong. He not only can catch the big guy in full set, but also can just hold him like that without any problems. Very interesting why it's like that.

+ OOPS I DID IT AGAIN. Here is a short sfw story under this line \/

Evening sun was shining onto the beautiful Perennial Pass, illuminating with its orangish-pink light a row of majestic cherry trees that were filling the air with the sweet aroma of their blossoms. 

On this perfect evening Gordon and Benny were heading back to Gildegaran after dealing with a pack of genprey and an enraged Gendrom that was causing the ruckus in this little zone of peace. It was so peaceful in fact that even a pink rathian, who was the 'queen' of this little patch of land, never caused any troubles for anyone who wanted to pass by and was respectful. But instead of enjoying this perfect evening both of them were in deep discussion of something that was more important for them right now. 

"I don't think you would be a Seregios if you were a monstie. Seregios is agile and quick when you are strong but not that dexterous. " playfully said Benny while gesturing to the wyvern that was stomping beside Gordon, "Look at him. This fine specimen was everywhere while we were dealing with that pack when you slowly did your sidesteps and big swings. Even I am better suited for that role than you."

Gordon looked mildly offended by it. He knew that he built himself to be more strong to carry a big greatsword but he fully thought that his skills were on the same level as Benny's. 

"I don't remember if I ever saw you doing anything dexterous. That role usually was put on me." Benny continued.

"If you didn't see what i can do, it's not the argument that I can't do it." Gordon mumbled. "I think I'm no worse than you."

Benny stopped in his place. "You wanna compete with ME in Dexterity?" He began laughing. After a long laugh that almost turned into a cough Benny composed himself "Gordie, my sweet big boy, It's me who lived in the wild for a better half of a DECADE. Don't try me and just accept that you aren't as agile as me." 

Gordon felt like he was taunted by that reaction. He turned back to look at Benny only to see the short man being all red from the laugh that he had. 

Gordon needed to say one word that will turn this silly discussion into a small competition. 

"Bet?"

Benny instantly changed his face. He fully expected Gordon to be silent about the matter and just accept his loss. But this changed everything.

"Bet." He replied. 

Benny loved competing with Gordon about small things, especially when he knows that he is 100% better but Gordon's ego isn't allowing him to accept it. 

He looked around while putting away his hunting horn into the holder on his monstie's saddle. 

"What we will do. I can see two different trees where I spot a bitterbug on the high branch. Who can do it quicker wins. And because you are so going to lose, I'm letting you choose which one you'd be climbing."

Benny pointed onto two similar looking trees. Indeed Gordon spotted a few bitterbugs on both of them. 

While he was putting his weapon away and Benny looking for a pocket clock Gordon chose one of them. 

Small rider gave Gordon the clock and told him that he was ready to go first. 

Benny rushed atop of that tree without hesitation. His moves were honed to perfection. He quickly moved from one branch to another, skipping some of them in the process. Even the clunky armor of his wasn't an obstacle. Gordon didn't even begin to get amused as Benny was already down with a few bitterbugs in his hands.

That was quick. 

It did make Gordon worry when he looked at the clock. No way he would beat this time, but competition is a competition afterall. His ego wouldn't survive the blow of he would back up right now. 

Time has come for him to climb. As soon as Benny gave him the signal he began his ascent. It was harder than he thought. Big shoulder guards were desperately trying to get stuck on smaller branches and even spikes on his shoes, which Gordon thought were useful in his endeavor, were a complete nunsense. 

All things quickly turned against him. Gordon understood why Benny was skipping some branches when one of them broke under his foot with a loud crack. That sounds scary to the majority of the bugs that he was trying to catch. 

Gordon slowed down, he already understood that in the time that he got to this point Benny was already finished. Right now the big priority was to prove that he was a dexterous person and not fall down. 

Gordon carefully stretched out his hand forward to grab the bug. With some miracle he сaught it. Pweh. Half of the job is done, now he needs to get down. That should be easier because he already knew where to step. He slowly but surely began trying to get down. But this evening decided to do things it's way. 

With an audible and loud crack the thick branch that Gordon was holding on to snapped, making the big man lose his footing and fall backwards from that tree. Gordon was preparing for an impact from meeting the ground back first he closed his eyes and somewhat but something caught him. 

He opened his eyes only to see the scared face of Benny right beside him. After a couple seconds of letting the fear let go and both of them catching up to their breath Benny's face changed from worried to smug.

"Wouldya look at that. I caught a Seregios with my own hands,"Benny said loudly. "And it's a good specimen too. Interesting if The Guild let me keep him." 

"Well, at least i Caught that Bug." Gordon smiled shyly and lifted his arm to show that, indeed, the bug was still moving in his hands. He was shooketh from the experience, not because the smaller rider was quicker and more agile than him but because he Caught him and was holding on in his arms.

It gave Gordon time to finally notice how beautiful this evening is and how nicely Benny get's illuminated by the evening sun. Pink petals from the cherry blossoms were adding a very nice touch to the already perfect view of the smaller man's face. 

Benny continued to look incredibly smug while observing Gordon's face turn more red with every second of the tiny man holding him. 

Even his "If I let you go, will you behave like a good monstie and not try to bite my face off?" The joke couldn't break this moment too much.

Gordon just nodded and Benny carefully let him go and helped the man regain his footing.

After a few seconds the both began to laugh at how stupid and childish all this situation was. Gordon admitted how wrong he was and gushed about how it's so cool that Benny has such a high dexterity. Even Benny admitted that he is pleasantly surprised that Gordon, indeed, could do this in his full set nonetheless.

"So with this in mind, yes, you would be a Seregios." Said Benny after snatching a bitterbug from Gordon's hands, "A very clumsy one but still Seregios, HA!" 

Gordon didn't get that to bother him. He still was somewhat in the moment, just admiring his partner on the gorgeous evening. He was amused that Benny not only was able to do all of the shenanigans but also catch him and hold him steadily. That was something. Not a bad experience from any means. It was a pleasant amusement.

After a few minutes of looking for a small clock, boys packed bugs up and headed back to their destination.

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Thanks for answering my ask. Do you mind if I ask (again) for your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

Haaa... I try to not make this filled with only Enstars and Genshin Impact characters, hehe. I'm not putting these in order, that would be too difficult. Warning: long post.

Eichi and Wataru (Ensemble Stars) I'm putting them together here because do not separate and all that. For Eichi it's just... everything, I love his smart and silly sides, his calculating and passionate sides. I find it fascinating how he wants to be in control yet he delights when people surprise him with their wild moves, like Trickstar did. He's also funny, I love his stupid punny names and all. For him being one of my favourite characters ever, I sometimes have trouble voicing why because I just go "ahsgfdhgas look at him he's such a character". I loved him pretty much instantly when I read about him. How he went from desperation and hurt (to others and himself) to having people around him who care about him. Wataru is a funny case actually because I don't usually like loud characters who go bothering everyone lol. But I think one of the key differences is that Wataru is not nor acts like he's stupid, on the contrary. But he is fun! And I find it intriguing how he's shed/hidden most of his past. And how he plays with what's real him and what's him become the role he has been playing in life... He used to not care about people surrounding him much but that changed when he met Eichi and that's lovely. He actually cares about his friends but sometimes shows it rather eccentric ways. Both of them have interesting things going on in their story and it's never dull when they are together.

Yuki (IDOLiSH7) Yuki is very much my type of character, calm, serious and smart but with sort of dry humour. But also has a little bit prickly side to him (more so in the past but it's still not totally gone, he's just outwardly more polite). Oh, and this is not something that makes me like him more per se, but: he's one of few Japanese vegetarian characters I know. And not for any religious or such reasons, he just doesn't like meat.

Alhaitham (Genshin Impact) When I said Yuki is my type of character, here's another example of that type. He's pretty blunt and matter-of-fact and I love him for that. Characters don't need to be like me for me to like them but if there's a character I feel kinship with, it's him. I appreciate his principles regarding work so much, just have a job with comfortable amount of responsibility and load and even if you were qualified, don't need to do more or reach higher position if that's not your thing. He's become one of my faves ever.

Diluc (Genshin Impact) Again, my type... a little grumpy, capable, serious guy. With added troubled past and It's Complicated(TM) stuff. He's one of the biggest reasons I started playing Genshin. I saw him and thought "huh, looks like my kinda character" and I was so right. :D

Terra (Final Fantasy VI) If I need to name an alltime favourite character, I often pick Terra. After she was freed from Empire, she often felt lost and didn't know if she had a purpose in the world (plus being half Esper) but in the end she found her place and it's not grand, opulent hero's life in a castle or something, it's a quiet, simple life. It's what she wants.

Rin (Yuru Camp) Ok, if we take one more character I relate to, it's Rin. She likes doing things by herself and is happy that way. It doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy doing stuff with her friends with too because she does. I like how she sends out message out there it's not lonely or weird to enjoy solitary hobbies.

Nagisa (Ensemble Stars) Ok, back to Enstars. I love Nagisa's curiosity for everything. He was also kept from normal life for a long time and has been following wishes/instructions of others but has since then started to discover and explore what *he* wants to do and I love that.

Kaoru (Ensemble Stars) One more from Enstars then I stop ok... So! I didn't originally care much for Kaoru. Then I started reading more about him and how he started shedding off his playboy act and be more true to himself and how he's actually really sweet guy.

Jiang Cheng (Mo Dao Zu Shi) I feel for him, he tries to do things right but things just don't go his way. Even though he did some not-so-nice stuff, you can understand where his anger and bitterness comes from. I think he doesn't get enough credit for leading his clan and being mostly put together after everything he went through.

Umm, this is the list for this moment in time. I went into this with the mindset of "how much I think about this character" and picked some that occupy my brain most. Because, for example, I've been a Star Trek fan for something like 25 years and there are many dear characters in many series but they aren't rotting my brain at this time.

Some characters I considered, so, honorable mentions: Shin from 86, Sakura from Cardcaptor Sakura, Fern from Frieren, Noé from The Case Study of Vanitas, Hazel from Watership Down (bunny among humanoid characters, why not!?), Shizuma from Therapy Game, Xie Lian from TGCF... And Enstars characters I left from the list: Tatsumi, Yuzuru, Tsumugi. And Genshin characters: Yae Miko, Ayato, Kazuha...