#he maybe edgy but he is still a bean

[lunastars21]

Demo*finding out Lara used DM!Consen as a sacrifical lamb*: I shall now enact revenge via the time honoured traditions of my people.

Lara-Su: Wha-*FLAT*AH! MY HAIR!

Demo: THE STAINS WILL NEVER COME OUT!

LARA BUCKLE UP THERES MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM

XD

[augustinewrites]

“babe. baaaabe. babe!”

“what, satoru?” you ask sharply, looking up from your laptop to where your boyfriend has spread himself across your couch, his legs in shoko’s lap. 

he lifts his shades to look at you. “was i your first crush?”

“yes,” you answer quickly.

you immediately return to the report you’re writing, missing the face shoko makes before she says, “that’s not true.” 

“ieiri,” you whisper harshly, but it’s too late. your boyfriend’s already jumped off the couch to lean his palms against your desk. 

“what? i wasn’t your first?!”

“you were,” you insist, glaring at your friend. “shoko is clearly misremembering things.”

“am i though?”

“you know what, it’s fine,” gojo sighs, slipping his shades back on and rolling the sleeve of his t-shirt up so he can flex. “obviously i’m way cooler than whatever lame schmuck high school you was crushing on.”

behind him, shoko’s scoff is the final nail in your coffin. “nanami is way cooler than you ever were.”

you slap your forehead, bracing yourself for gojo’s inevitable overreaction. 

but he doesn’t get the chance, interrupted by a light knock against your doorframe from, you guessed it, nanami kento.

“yaga said you wanted to see me?”

cue overreaction.

“you had a crush on— on him?” 

nanami swats gojo’s finger away from his cheek. 

“oh my god,” your boyfriend breathes, currently experiencing a quarterlife crisis. “you liked this emo nemo?”

nanami ignores him, sending you a questioning look. “he doesn’t know?”

“what is it now?” satoru asks, slumping back into the couch. “did you guys go on a date or something?” 

your lack of answer is enough for him to let his head fall back rather dramatically. 

“can you blame her?” shoko asks. “he was sexy back then. in an edgy, mysterious kind of way. meanwhile, you were like…if a string bean made love to a cauliflower.” 

even gojo doesn’t have a witty retort prepared for that. 

you decide to clear this up once and for all. “it wasn’t just about looks. you were busy after— after riko. you didn’t have time for a relationship or…for me. you wanted to get stronger and i didn’t want to get in your way.”

“you wouldn’t have been—”

“i would have.” you shrug. because you know him, and you know what he was like. “and that’s okay because we were still kids, satoru. and it was only one date! no need to get so torn up about it!”

_____

“what is this?” you ask later that night, when you find satoru hauling a huge box into your apartment.

“it’s a bowflex!” gojo explains proudly, patting the unopened box. “shoko said that i was built like a string bean, so i’m gonna buff up like nanami! and when megumi moves out next year, i’m gonna turn his room into a gym.”

you lean in the doorway, amused. nanami also has a home gym. “is that why you’re also wearing a suit and tie instead of your usual uniform?”

he does a show spin, letting you take it all in. you don’t even want to know how much it must have cost. “do you like it?” 

“you do look very handsome.” 

“i know,” he winks, cocky as ever. “now watch this.”

he brushes a few strands of hair over his eyes, lowering his voice a few octaves as he says, “taxes. office work. satoru, i respect you so much!”

you walk up to him, brushing the hair back to press a kiss to his forehead. “nanami would never say that last thing, but i do like the effort.” 

he loops his arms around your waist, returning the kiss and murmuring against your skin, “did it turn you on though? maybe i should get an office job—”

“satoru,” you whine, resting your forehead against his chest. “it was just a short-lived crush. and it was forever ago! i’m pretty sure you’ve had crushes that weren’t me.”

“nope,” he hums, resting his chin atop your head. “all i’ve ever wanted is you. all i’ve ever needed…is you.” 

[sheepibum]

edit: finally finished The Thing I Was Busy With and updates are currently ongoing!!

hello!

sorry about the lack of updates, i'm working on a irl project that i need to finish before my poor laptop crumbles to dust, so right now everything i've written lately is, you know, handwritten crumbs of drafts that i'm going to cry about when it's finally time to clean them up

but! i am almost, almost, done with said project, and since i failed horribly my new year's resolution of uploading one (1) thing per month (ambitious, i know), i decided i would simply upload/update 12 whichever-things before the year's end

this of course means that most of it is going to be bad, as in quality, and also quantity of words bc i need to tap my vast reserves of wips and that's a lot of minifics and orphan scribbles with no plot or a proper ending, sorry o(￣┰￣*)ゞ

still, twelve things! at least that's the plan; and since i've abandoned you for pretty much this whole year, below are some snippets

first, let's start with some stuff i do actually care about so there will be some effort here:

1) a constellation of blood drops IT'S HERE!

Gaelio has already played the zealot before Rustal Elion, it should hardly be a difficult thing to play such role again. If the object of his zealotry has shifted just enough to align with Elion's own interest, no doubt twisted by the very real flaws of the organization he was, oh, so willing to worship before, and how it had only proven to fall short of his expectations after his, oh, so harrowing experiences while undercover—well, people are always willing to see what they want to see. Gaelio won't be even lying, really.

it makes me happy whenever i see someone like or reblog this thing bc it's just one of my favorite self-indulgent whims

2) Start, From Minus ON AO3!

Emilia took it upon herself to arrange their little detour to Margrave Mathers’ Mansion; but really, she needn’t have bothered. Cecilius had little to no problem waltzing right past the security of any place regardless of invitation, and the only thing currently preventing him from doing that was Subaru. Exhibit A: if Subaru hadn’t crash-landed into his life, there was a very good chance that at some point he would have crossed the border between the Empire and the Kingdom to demand a rematch from Reinhard, and he probably would have succeeded out of sheer stubbornness, the crazy bastard.

yes, finally! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

3) with all the pieces of the broken-hearted ON AO3!

The whole situation is absolute crap because Subaru is not, and has not been for quite some time, some dissatisfied, edgy teen craving fame and attention and maybe a harem in some other world more interesting than regular, boring Planet Earth. He’s very much been there, done that, gotten over it, so this whole thing is at least ten years too late and happening at the very worst moment possible. Maybe second-worst, but only just.

i don't like the sloth if for many reasons, but it gave me the canon hilarity of subaru having dilf potential and i am choosing to make this everyone's problem

4) just a little bit of blood in your hands ON AO3!

His door has seven bolts, huge and heavy and all on the outside. The only safety his room offers is that no one would dare to cross the one who owns the keys to those locks. Subaru is a treasured possession, but a possession nonetheless.

new re:zero thing!

things that are going to be rushed or just make me go 'whatever, i just don't want to look at this wip anymore':

5) these brilliant-hued hibiscus ON AO3!

Atsushi mows through everything the festival has to offer in terms of food. Tanizaki feeds him hot takoyaki, dripping with sauce, a chocobanana with sprinkles, sweet-bean taiyakis for good luck, sticks of yakitori, sticky and pastel pink cotton candy, shaved ice and even candy apples, shining under the festival lights. Between him and Ranpo, he’s sure they’ll make all the food-stalls generate at least some profit.

this is another super indulgent minific collection to the surprise of no one

8) (we’ve gone) to the dogs

His life ends with a bullet between his eyes, no hope for Yosano to do anything at all. Just a bang and then darkness; a shimmering instant of relief before he opens his eyes again in a place and time that hadn’t been his for years. And that’s where it all begins (again).

i am cheating a little bit here, bc i posted a snippet here back in the day that i decided could be part of yet another minific-oneshot collection, which is my jam

7) A Superscription ON AO3!

Ren’s mouth twists to the side, a facsimile of a smile so empty it’s like being back in the interrogation room all over again.

I have a bunch of P5 minifics written, but I'm happy with none of them, so I'll probably wait until november or something so I have an excuse to chuck them in bulk at you and this is one

some indeterminate stuff I will have to scramble to put together:

8) remember me (but forget my fate) ON AO3!

Something for Lout of the Count's family to celebrate the official translation! It's probably going to be either crack or a fairy tale retelling, I'm afraid

Ok, so it's not crack (exactly), and it's definitely not a fairy tale either (although now I do have WIPs for both of those things), but at least it's something and it's UP!!

9) The Souls of Starfishes

They’ve gotten better at not flinching whenever they hear the name, but they’ve never quite managed to stomp out the hope that inevitably rises in them whenever they do. ‘Hajime’, it echoes with the beat of their hearts, discordant as they may be.

Normal Me and Abnormal Friends is one of my favorite android visual novels ever, and I really, really want to finally upload something for it

and lastly, things that are mostly finished, but never got around seeing the light of day bc i forgot or lost interest or cringe whenever i think about them (sorry):

10) To Have and To Hoard ON AO3!

What Subaru knew: Subaru had died around the same time in the last five or six loops. What had happened: The time when Subaru was supposed to die had come and gone and Subaru was, against all odds, still alive. Conclusion: Subaru had screwed something up, pun somewhat intended.

the very first reinhard/subaru plot i came up with and the worst one, too. i just don't want to have its ghost haunting me anymore :/

11) brittle branches ON AO3!!

What could Victor hope to do faced with the depth of such love? A love that Yuuri had chosen to hold on to, to fight for, to cherish and protect and all things Victor wished to do for him, before either of them were even aware of the other’s existence. Sometimes life is just not fair. Victor never even had a chance.

also cheating a little bit with this one, bc it's done and i posted here in tumblr a lifetime ago, but i guess i'll finally post it on ao3 with the little added coda i never got around writing before the movie got canned o(TヘTo)

12) our wishes are the right lure ON AO3!!

You wake up in a subway car. This isn’t super strange. Except you don’t remember getting on a subway, or falling asleep. And this interior, for all you have rode on the subway before, is very unfamiliar. It is for starters, absurdly clean. Suspicious.

ugh. alright. look, a couple of years ago, when i was in my all time PLA high playing pokemon masters ex, i said 'if i get this character in the gacha i will write a reader-insert', and i did get the character, and i did write the reader-inser, but it's just so silly. i am going to have to write another reader-insert at some point just so this is not the one associated with me, probably ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

so yeah, so far this is the plan. i'm also working on second chances (derogatory), but i've mostly finished the latter chapters, bc those were fun, and i decided to put it on hold until i get my hands on P3 Reload, sorry. there's also a minific AU collection but i don't have a lot yet, just concepts, AND my attempt at a New Game+ fic that's also on hold until i play Reload, sorry.

[gumballavocadoharry]

A poison pen letter; Jack chambers:

Bradley Nickles sleepover party. The boy was only a couple years older than Roger, but yet his parties were some of the most memorably, edgy ones of the same categorizes that high schoolers and college students throw. The special recipe to that?

No supervision whatsoever.

His parents were too busy to simply notice- or care- what Bradley was up to, and despite ending up in the hospital for a deranged dare from one of his friends, his parents just flew down only to say indifferently to "Not play so rough."

Of course, Jack and Alice have never heard such a youngster like that from their children, mostly because they'd flip their lid if even the thought of one their children would be around such an amoral sway of guidance. But, Roger nonetheless didn't seem to care that much about examining the recalcitrant side of Bradley Nickles. All he wanted in that moment from the minute he heard about from school was to go to that party.

"Roger, you've gotta come! Bradley's parties have everything and you hear all the school gossip without all the fluff thrown in it. It's always the real deal when you hear something from Bradley."

"Gee Alex, that sounds awesome.....but I know my parents would never let me. They have this kick about adults playing this important role in parties and such....it really brings everything down. And besides, once they find out what Bradley's about, they'll nark him as a bad influence."

Alex hung his head, pinching his lips. "Sneak out?" Roger's eyes widened. I mean sure he's thought of the idea, but never fully had the courage to go through with it. "I don't know.....maybe," The wheels were turning more aggressively as Roger questioned his strategies for the things he wanted.

"Think about it. After all, Bradley did mention you and....he says your pretty cool." That made Roger's pride do a cartwheel. Bradley Nickles thinks I'm cool? Roger couldn't have been more galvanized at this electrifying news.

So much so, that it had struck 5 in the evening while Roger was still walking home. The little doo-wop tune in his head played like a radio as he danced quietly with a pep in his step. "Roger Chester Chambers! Where have you been? It's been 2 hours since you were supposed to be home from school."

His father's 'greeting' ricocheted Roger from his internal radio station. "Oh, sorry about that Dad, I was talking with a friend about a party this boy at school is having." Jack's furrowed eyebrows turned to one of concern.

"A party? What type?" "Sleepover." Jack nodded slowly. Susan's head perked from the kitchen bar where she had been studying for an upcoming test. "You mean Bradley Nickles? He's this popular kid in the middle school across the way and he has these blowout sleepover parties that his parents completely abandon for their date nights or something like that."

Roger shot Susan a glare that was mixed of astonishment for 'keeping up with the Jones's' type awareness at school and exasperation for spilling the beans on what Roger could only hope to be an attempt to get into one of the coolest parties he's ever been to. "Oh really?" Jack questioned, eyes glancing back and forth between Roger and Susan.

"Yep, last year the police was called because of some crazy dare he did from jumping off the roof of his house blindfolded."

"Why don't you finish you're books in a less annoying spot Susan?" Roger hissed in a irksome tone. Jack shot his glance back to Roger. "S'not nice," He turned back to Susan, "Thank you honey."

"Now as for you young man, if that's the party you're talking about, it's off limits period."

"But dad, this would be my big chance to be considered accreditation for being one of the best pranksters in elementary. No one takes me seriously because to them, I'm just some eight year old kid who doesn't belong with the 'mature' members of pranking society," Jack lifted his left brow in confusion, "I know it's a lot to understand, but trust me....this is huge for me."

"Roger, even if there nothing wrong with this boy, I still don't know him or his parents and neither does your mother." The thought of the very attendance of Roger being at a party like that sent a shudder down Jack's spine. Looking into those big green eyes were of the same babyish ones Roger once blinked lust into the eyes of his father.

Even Jack understood that through his own looking glass, he still saw the little two year old, sucking his thumb; diaper sticking out from his little pants and the plushy teddy bear in the crook of his arm asking for permission to attend this minacious sleepover. Those pangs of his heart is what moved him to no, because he had to.

"I'm sorry Roger but you're not going. That's final." But it wasn't. At least that's what the scowl that slithered onto Roger's face said. "It's not fair! Okay so maybe he is a little on the wild side, but it doesn't make him a bad person! You always treat me like a baby and never Susan!"

Jack sighed. "Roger, I do not treat you like a baby. But this party just isn't a good one for many reasons: there's no supervision of any kind, Bradley does harmful things and the boys who go there don't use good judgement.....god forbid something should happen to them and the police shows up."

Susan sensed trouble, like a gazelle sensing the sneering grasps of a preying lion and makes a mad dash to her bedroom before things get ugly. Roger and Jack, both having similar personalities with their rocket extroverted identities, and also a lion's growl perfervid blazing temper when provoked. Now father and son were both going at it; fangs now fully uprooted from their mouths. A piercing growl and roar can be heard heard miles apart from them.

The only difference being: Jack's was a protective one, fighting to protect his young cub from any marred perception's of what Roger was thinking to be cool. And Roger's being one of defiance, fighting for his right to party, despite to callous carelessness of virulent outing.

"Roger, I am your father! I'm only trying to protect you!" Jack's roar was booming, "I get that dad, but this party is not super harmful! You're just being overprotective!"

It went back and forth like this until the pot finally boiled over. "Roger, you go upstairs to your room right now!" Roger stormed upstairs before slamming the door. Plopping down on his bed, stomach first. "He's so unfair.....nothing's going to happen to me." The brunette boy sulked sullenly on his bed, legs crossed Indian style and fist poaching his cheeks upward, smooshing his face.

The first arbitrary thought that ran through his mind was to write a poison pen letter to Jack and then crumble it all up once he was finished voicing his bitter woes about his father. So, Roger took a seat at his dark maple desk and snagged the first piece of paper from his notebook and started jotting down all the; 'I hate about you's' that concerned Jack.

Once finished, even Roger had to admit the intense austerity and acerbity that laced the taboo letter. It gave a true meaning to poison in a poison pen letter. Roger then sealed it and threw in his garbage can. The crushing weight that was upon him now dangled like a thread off a toy.

For most of the night, he had forgotten about Bradley and took more pleasure in playing samurai with himself instead. In terms of throwing his "own" sleepover.

But it was the gentle knock on his bedroom door that took his attention away from his own shenanigans. Roger opened it to a Jack who had a bowl of ice cream with mountains of chocolate syrup drizzled on top of it. He couldn't hide his perplexed look.

"Rog.....I just wanted to apologize for losing my temper. That was an uncalled for reaction and I'm so sorry," Roger blinked and then cleared his throat, "I-I'm sorry too dad. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that either.....I guess I kinda lost control myself too huh?"

Jack re-framed from nodding. Instead he handed Roger his ice cream and allowed him to set it down before hugging him. "Let's promise each other to stay calm whenever there's a disagreement," Jack rubbed the hair on the back of Roger's hair gently.

"Okay, considered it promised." Jack sent a giggle to Roger. "Night champ." He kissed Roger's head before walking over to Susan's bedroom. The guilt had now seeded itself inside of Roger. The rashness of his actions were now to catch up if Jack were to ever find that atrocious letter.

To add insult to injury, the next morning upon waking up, it was broadcasted that Bradley and the boys from his party were all taken down to the police station that night when they shot fireworks into someone's lawn. The boys were awaiting legal punishment without the consent of their parents. Jack being among the first to hear this, made a beeline to Roger's bedroom.

He sat respectfully down on the boy's bed, looking keenly into his twins matching grassy globes. "I knew Bradley was a very bad influence. I'm guessing you heard what happened?" Roger nodded, looking down. "One of them was Alex.....he's one of my closest friends," Jack rubbed Roger's back, "I know. So I'm sure Alex knows he needs to be careful with who his friends are now. Things like this happen, and now who does he have?"

Roger bit his lip, uncomfortable with the answer. He gaze never left his blue covers. "Well, I hope he's alright....but as for you, I love you very much Roger, and I only want what's best for you. And that's never changed." Jack placed a hand on Roger's cheek.

Roger sniffled. "You're right, I guess I dodged a bullet this time," Jack smiled before turning serious again, "Bradley....." Jack sighed, "Bradley doesn't really care about you or really any of the other boys. He's just lonely, and he wants to take as many boys as he can down with him because his parents or anyone for that matter don't truly care about him,"

Roger gulped back his deferential words. He wanted to prove submissive to the lesson Jack wanted to teach him. "But I think you're cool, and so does you mom and Susan." Jack continued with a ardent voice. The guilt was striking Roger in face like a player striking his baseball across the field. The final strike was: "You're my special little guy. Forever and ever." With a sentimental kiss on his cheek as well.

The sweet smell of chocolate chip pancakes overwhelmed the entire downstairs. The homey aroma floated through the upstairs and injected itself into Roger's nostrils. "Kids, breakfast is ready!" Alice called from the bottom of the stairs. Roger and Susan both galloped out of their rooms to the lead of their growling tummies.

Jack was already at the table; newspaper in his face, coffee by his reach. "Smells good hon," Jack would never be one to pass up a compliment to his wife and her cooking. "Thank you Jack."

The toothsome taste of the pancakes, completely erased Roger's mind of the poison pen letter he had written; it was still sitting neatly on the tippy top of his trash can. School went by briskly and Roger's mind was already in a more playful state as he and Susan were playing 'cat and dog' in their backyard after school.

Until the tautness finally took its toll around the evening.

Jack whistled happily to a little melody he painted on the spot. As a good deed, he gathered the trash around the house. "Oops," He said, bending down to pick up a piece of paper from Roger's bin that had fallen out. But his eyes scanned over his name: Dad. At least his paternal title.

Against the nagging gibe of unsatisfactorily peering him over to the edge, he still opened the note. Jack's mouth became dry at all the rancorous, brutish sentences written with such clarity and multiplex. Feelings of severe anguish overcame him: Heartbreak, furiousness, insecurity and dubiety took its rings around him. Jack's hand shook and shivered like he had been stabbed in the gut without mercy.

Instead, he bit his lip, saved the letter and carried on with the chores. Roger noticed a slight change in his father's naturally fizzy personality. The man now had this gloomy shadow of betrayal lingering around him like a shadow on a sunny day. His answers were short and faded and his genial expression was now one of tetchy one.

After dinner, Jack sat in the bedroom feeling sorry for himself just staring at the floor mindlessly. "Jack, what's wrong?" Alice asked. Jack looked with dejected puppy dog eyes at his wife. "Look," He said, showing her the abhorrent letter his own son had written about him. "I found it while emptying the trash."

Alice's eyebrows furrowed the more she read it. Her mouth opened a agape a little in anger. "I'll go talk to him, this is unacceptable."

Jack sniffled. "He hates me.....this is because I wouldn't let him go the Bradley Nickles sleepover. I guess he was more angry then he let on." Alice sat next to Jack. "You did the right thing." Alice kissed Jack's cheek before getting up to confront Roger.

"Roger Chester Chambers! You come upstairs right now!" Roger trollied up the stairs with a perplexed look. Alice had the letter in her hand and instantly Roger's face sunk. "How did you-"

"Never you mind where he got it.....it wasn't nice Roger." Alice's voice softened. Roget bit the side of his lip in shame. "He got it? You mean you?" Alice shook her head. "When he was taking out the trash....Roger....you owe your father an apology. He loves you very, very much......he takes care of you and Susan and he does so much for you. Even when you get angry with him, you still can't write things like this.....that's unacceptable."

Roger looked down. "After all, when he gets angry, you never hear him say anything mean about you right?" Roger nodded. "He's your father.....and for that you owe him your respect."

That really sunk in. "Where is he?" Alice motioned to their bedroom. Roger walked in, quiet as a mouse. He carefully sat down next to Jack. "I'm sorry daddy......I should never have wrote those things about you.....I was just angry but that's no excuse. I'm really, really sorry and I appreciate everything you do."

Roger hugged Jack tightly, anticipating if Jack would accept the hug. "It's okay Roger.....but just....why? Why write something like that?" Roger shrugged, still in Jack's arms. "I don't know.....it was the heat of the moment and I remember thinking about how I was so angry, that I would just do the first thing that came to mind and that's when I wrote that poison pen letter.......I'm sorry."

Jack hugged Roger tighter. "It's okay Roger.....I love you very much......never forget that."

Roger smiled, "I won't....for as long as I live."

Roger was happy Jack was no longer bleeding love and Jack was happy Roger finally saw the error of his ways. The reconcile only proved that love would always win at the end of the day.

[kitausuret]

What neopets would various spiderman and venom characters be?

...so, uh, I actually started asking myself this question a few months ago. And. Well. I got a little carried away with my inspiration!

I'll link to each of their lookups just for fun, if any of my followers have an account, but most of them don't have anything on there yet.

This is extremely long so it's going under a break:

We start with Jubulile van Scotter.

She gets to keep her name because it was untaken. (: I made her an Aisha, because Aishas are a favorite of mine and also most of the wig items look really good on them. I opted for a kind of sporty look for her - essentially sci-fi-ing her canon characterization as a sailor. In this world, her strongest connections are with Flash, Eddie, and Victoria Montesi.

Next, we have Eddie Brock.

Eddie is so special he gets two looks - but primarily I have focused on his characterization in the most recent run of Venom, inspired by some of the ideas put forward in #18. I've named him Meridial in the sense that Meridius is the version of Eddie who lost all of who he was. What if Eddie managed to lose all semblance of who he was because he's so wrapped up in survival? Caught between life and death, in reality only a few years have passed for him, but to him it's been millenia. It would be tragic - just like him. (:

Then - Edgy Boy McEdgeson - I mean, Dylan Brock.

I'll be honest, I don't have anything particularly special in mind for him. I just think it would be funny for Dylan to be a cute little dragon but he has EDGE or whatever. The big-ass sword is inspired by his Big Edgy Sword he has as Codex. And this version of Dylan is definitely based on Codex. His name over on Neo is Cytozyme, which after some looking up is actually the name of an enzyme that cuts proteins - it specifically is what converts prothrombin to thrombin during blood clotting. And also I just thought the name had good vibes.

Who's up? Victoria Montesi!

While not strictly a Venom character, her surname was untaken so obviously I had to create her in Neopets. She's a Zafara simply because I like Zafaras. And yes, she is holding a lesbian pride flag as well as a huge fucking wraith staff. Idk, she's a magic user of some kind.

Next we have the Venom Symbiote!

Tragedies was actually the result of a trade - I had the name Olympus sitting around so I traded for this custom. (: I love Mutant Acaras and had wanted one for many many years. In the Neopian universe, the Symbiote is more of an entity than anything else. A... space entity. It's a work in progress. But it's still definitely a symbiote, which brings us to...

Peter Parker.

His name over at Neo is Tintilie, which is actually from the elvish language crafted by Tolkien. Now, while I am not personally a big Tolkien fan, I did look it up and the name means "sparkling" or "twinkling", which I think is a hysterical way to describe someone who is literally glowing because he's radioactive. Notice how he's an Acara? Just like someone else? Yeah. ;) And yes, he's also a teacher. and YES, he is also still a vigilante.

And who is Peter, without Mary Jane Watson?

Like Eddie, she gets two looks. Her base color is Eventide, because I think it's pretty. However, the old-art style Faerie Lenny is wonderful to me, and I like that it's based on a male peacock. Also because she believes that gender is a game and she's in it to win it. Her name on Neo is "Klieglight", which is a type of lighting that used to be common on movie sets! She goes by "Kay Lynn" or "KL" over yonder. She's still a fabulous model and aspiring actress!

Who's up next? Our friend Harry Osborn! Or maybe Harry Lyman.

He's a little rainbow Meerca because I think I'm funny. And yes. He still runs the Coffee Bean. And yes, his father was still rich as hell but is now gone (not dead, just serving time). But what about Harry's family, you ask? Well, have I got good news for you, because I've also crafted into this universe...

Liz Allan!

Would you believe I found an Ixi in the pound named Liz? It's crazy. I painted her Valentine and gave her an expensive-looking custom. She's my darling. I honestly had so much fun with her. But she's also got a kid, who is...

Normie Osborn.

Okay, so, he isn't actually painted Halloween - yet. But I'm working on it. Right now he's red, which kind of matches his mom? But anyways. Yes it is admittedly inspired by his Red Goblin look but like... what if he was just cursed but also was just chill about it. He's not actually evil or nothing he's just twelve. Also yes his background is a parody of the "this is fine" comic because that's his life. Falling apart around him and he's trying to pretend everything is fine. Theoretically he would have first been a Rainbow Ixi. The Osborn extended family is messy and big though, so we can't leave out...

Lily Hollister!

She is still blonde but I gave her better hair. (: There's a little bit of a nod to her as Menace, as much as I hate to give Dan Slott any credit... but I love those horns. They look good on her. She's fabulous. And that's why her name is Diahmonds! And who's just as great, is her and Harry's son...

Stanley Osborn.

Look how cute he is! Right now he's a Green Kougra wearing a UC Baby Kougra token, but I want to make him Rainbow to match his dad's coloring. For right now though? He is baby. And the creepy lab is inspired by the fact that right after he was born he had that touching moment being hand-fed by the Lizard. He's fine, I'm sure.

And last but absolutely not least is Flash!

While he doesn't have any tokens, this fantastic Kyrii does get two customs - one with a wheelchair and one with a cane. Why? Because he's amazing that's why. I definitely leaned most into his Space Knight stuff because reasons. He still for sure has connections with everyone listed above though!

Hoo boy this got really long but as you can see I've regained some inspiration in Neopets. They also all have designs I've doodled but nobody gets to see those yet because I'm embarrassed fjkdasl;jfla.

[bg3fandomcritical-revival]

I don’t think it is wrong for people to bring up Wyll when people continuously mischaracterize the white male characters to be like the sole black character who already gets ignored or hated on by a lot of the fandom. It is absolutely worth examining why this happens because even if people aren’t trying to be malicious, effect matters more than intent and the frequency that this happens indicates an unconscious bias on a lot of people’s parts.

Kinda, you have a point, Wyll is often over looked by the Fandom and I blame that largely on the writing team, who were listening to feedback from fans who were being unfair, probably because of the racism.

I'm not trying to deny or argue that.

I just don't think it's super relevant to this particular issue.

Cause I see people do this sort of thing with popular characters all the time. I've seen people water down and soften up villains from classic literature into blandly romantic beans who would buy you flowers and take you dancing and talk you down from your panic attacks with so much care and patience.

It's just what people do to their favs a lot of the time, one sees the blorbo they like, and then they get serotonin from imagining them being conventionally nice and romantic.

So I think, we'd still be seeing exactly as Soft Prince Charming Astarion content if Wyll wasn't in this game, or if Wyll was white (We'd have more Wyll content in general if this was the case too.) Or if Wyll was an edgy bad boy who kicked puppies.

Because no one latches on to Astarion or Gale for those traits, they graft them on later. (Maybe that is why people latch on, I hear a lot of people are neck deep in the Fandom and haven't actually played the game. But I have a hard time wrapping my head around someone getting invested via the game and being invest in Astarion because he's the prince charming type.)

they graft them on later, because it produces free serotonin and is easier than trying to parse through how these weird men would attempt a romance, or to be comforting, or whatever.

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[silvadraconis]

Emiya Alter & Mozart for the character ask me :D

Oh wow tumblr at my freakin notif for this XD so! this is super late! but here is my anwser for these two beans @maningrey0204

I'll start with emyia alter Fave thing- gods its hard to choose XD i think its the fact that he has a notebook to write things down. silly i know but, his memory is so bad and hes so nihilistic and pragmatic about it all, but he still writes down the important stuff to look back on later. least fave thing- yeah defiantly has to be his og design in jp, caused alot of backlash and kinda gave him a bad rap, so most people dont look deeper into him Favorite line- you know the line, where he talks about how in his valentine with the lifeline, where it'll suck, it'll rip up your hands, you'll bleed and hurt but he'll pull you up no matter what? yeah good shit, i rotate that shit constantly in my brain, i could ramble forever about his valentine scene honestly Brotp- voyager voyager listen listen this man who holds no hope for himself whos so jaded and cynical caring for this literal embodiment of hope the hope he doesnt have for himself but that he still fights for as a hollow hero of justice this man who made himself a weapon a tool a thing holding and caring for this tiny star child that was born from a machine and the hopes of humanity its GOOD opt- ive never really thought about it honestly XD but the line he has for cualter has me interested, so i could maybe see them as being two flavors of pragmatic dramatics notop- fucking kiara, no, stop it random headcannon- you can tell how bad his memory issues are by how many golden lines cover his body as hes walking around chaldea. also i dont think this is a headcannon but ive given him the nickname kit, in reference to the japenese pottery technique kintsugi, because hes strove so hard to become nameless, but, he still deserves to be called something, he deserves his own name unpopular opinion- is it unpopular to say i like him? XD like, i like him just as he is, edgy brooding behavior and all. i dearly want him to see hes something more than just a weapon but that doesnt mean i want to change him entirely other than that uhhh, i dunno, hes not a very popular character so beyond seeing people dislike his jp design and his attitude i havent seen much in the way of peoples opinions Song i associate with him- The Only Thing I Know for Real by Jamie Christopherson- its a song for i think metal gear that i just randomly stumbled across and it gave me *instant* emyia alter vibes fave pic- i like the summer ce with him billy and geronimo, it always makes me happy seeing him hanging out with people ------- Alright mozart time! Favorite thing about them- i love how unabashedly himself he is, usually when people think that theyre just awful or garbage that it comes with a sort of depressed outlook- and while he still needs some bonking on that thinking- there is something nice that hes just so, alive? about it all. im wording it weirdly but, hes both got confidence and no confidence in equal measures and its interesting least favorite thing about them- his silly fucking hat XD his outfit is fine but the *hat* why- Favorite line- i could probably wax on about some of the things he says to you and mash in orleans but, honestly? his valentines scene, i think if memory serves me its on the ce, but it might be in the actual scene, where he offers to play for you if you cant sleep. makes me soft brotp- sanson XD sanson is very straight-laced compared to his more, whimsical vibes, they work great XD its funny opt- listen listen, poly with marie and sallie, its good shit its fucking quality

notp- you know, i havent actually seen a ship that makes me like, recoil, then again i dont really go looking so let me just knock on wood right quick- but yeah, i dont have anything here, lets hope it stays that way Random headcannon- this man will wear cat ears without hesitation unpopular opinion- i dont, find him that annoying honestly? a bit yeah sometimes but we have worse in chaldea, hes not that bad, i like him song i associate with him- well its. mozart so XD anything by mozart. barring that its nyancat, he just has huge catboy energies XD favorite picture- local fucking musician has *all* the goddamn art made about him so i have plenty to choose from- id say my fave is the wolf one, where he has the wolf pelt on his shoulder? good shit so yeah! :D thats these two beans, thank you for the ask!!

[maria-robotnik-logs]

If you don't mind me asking, what was Shadow like back on the ARK?

More openly silly. Hehe he would try to act cool and edgy but most people would see right through it, especially me. We would play together, tease each other, watch the stars, read, even have classes together. Hehe I always held it over his head that he needed a pillow to be able to sit at shoulder height to me. Those are probably the memories that I cherish most, just those little silly moments we had together before… well you guys know.

I’m glad to see he still has some of that silliness even if it’s hidden under his brooding self. Hehe even back then I would scold him for eating straight coffee beans. Guess he has no one to tell him no now. And seeing him with his friends during those Twitter take overs always makes me smile. I’m glad he’s doing better now, and maybe some day I can get a body like Sage and see him… oh hehe before I forget I do have a picture on file of one of our classes together, he looks so mad!

[eclipsedshadowk]

What is it that you like about Salieri? When I was still in school it was mandatory to watch amadeus in music class and he was not really depicted in a favourable light imo, but I may have also forgotten some crucial parts. So what is it that you enjoy about him? (This is by no means shade)

First off, same with the mandatory watching of Amadeus. I honestly slept through it when I was 13-14 years old because I was depressed bean stuck in a toxic environment. I hate to admit that I wasn't a fan of the 1984 movie, though I don't mind watching it.

Second, it was Mozart L'opèra Rock that made me love Salieri so fucking much. I don't remember what made me love and hyperfixate on the guy. Salieri in Mozart L'opèra Rock has a kind of poetry to his character, even though it has some basis on Amadeus. His vibe somehow captured me and maybe the fact that his songs were easy to play on guitar kinda helped with that. He was enigmatic when he first appeared, @antoniosalieri's analysis on the guy made me open to the symbolisms of his songs and the guy was such a distinguished bi disaster, even though they made him quote on quote "sexually ambiguous".

But it was my curiosity on what's up with him and Mozart made me want to learn more about him and his life.

I learned that he was a crucial part of the entire history of classical music, being the teacher of such people who became famous like Beethoven, Schubert and Liszt, he taught people who aren't royalty for free, he handed out golden buttons to children who were impoverished as a roundabout way of helping. I learned that despite the rumors of him "poisoning" Mozart and their professional rivalry, they were still friends and Salieri still taught Franz Xaver, who was Mozart's youngest son. I learned that he became a father figure to his students and he was a loving father to his son and daughters (the death of Alois Engelbert in September of 1805 affected him so much that he became paralyzed and mute with grief). I learned he was taught of music by Gluck, Gassmann and his brother, Francesco, how as a child he seemed to have had a love for music and how likely it was that he had a prodigal talent of his own. I learned of how he is often tossed around like a hot potato before landing to Vienna when he became orphaned at 13-14 years old. I learned of other things too, like how he had a sweet tooth (to the point there were instances of Mozart calling him 'Signor Bonbonière'), how he sneaked out to see his brother perform in festivals which lead to him getting locked up by his father, how he jumped onto an old spinet because the owner was too frugal to replace the broken thing, how he often joked about having terrible German despite having lived there for most of his life ever since he was fifteen, small moments like him treating Schubert out and buying him ice cream.

I like some of the other interpretations of Salieri as well. Fate/Grand Order has an almost similar characterization to Mozart L'opèra Rock's, except more edgy and I love how Lostbelt 1 handled him. Classi9 clearly has an inspiration to Amadeus' but I somehow want to see more of this Salieri. I would like to know of Crash Fever's Salieri, but I like how Alice Fiction's Salieri is a break from the edgy anti-villain that was inspired by Amadeus, which in turn was inspired by Pushkin's. Alice Fiction's Salieri may look like a generic anime girl, but she's adorable and soft to me. Rhythmstar's Salieri may have kept the poisoning rumor, but I love how they kept him as a teacher and I can't wait to see the spin-off game where he is the main character, I kinda want to see ANB elaborate on him.

There's even a fucking musical on Salieri, but it's in Korean, with no subtitles and there's only clips of it available, so it's kinda sad, even though I want to see its story.

I don't quite remember what made me so hyperfixated on him, but damn do I love Antonio Salieri so fucking much

[canichangemyblogname]

I woke up to some 40 notifications today! People seems to like Star Wars Head-Canon posts. So I have compiled some on Clone Force 99 (because 501 head canons about the 501st seems excessive).

99 Head Canons about Clone Force 99:

The only person who can compete with Tech at scrabble is Echo.

Omega is really good at monopoly.

Wrecker’s favorite game is charades despite being terrible at it. Crosshair hates it, so Wrecker, unfortunately, never suggests playing.

When they were cadets, Crosshair used to push Tech down stairs and when Tech would ask why he’d do it, Crosshair would reply, “Do what?”

Tech is the only one who drinks coffee on the team.

When they were cadets, Crosshair spiked Tech’s coffee. Tech threw up. They still don’t know where Crosshair found liquor on Kamino.

Tech drinks his coffee black and could go into heavy detail about a coffee bean’s flavor profile and roasting techniques. He can be a bit of a coffee snob, but he’s happy to settle for instant coffee in the field.

Crosshair once tried Tech’s instant coffee and is now convinced his brother must be a masochist.

Hunter got his tattoo first.

Crosshair wanted to one-up Hunter on edgy tattoos, so he got a stick-n-poke face tattoo. It was a poor job and he had to get it redone. It also got infected.

Hunter has other tattoos and when he got his second one, he took Tech and Wrecker with him.

Tech has a tattoo on his rib cage.

Wrecker has a tattoo on his shoulder.

Crosshair and Tech once killed an informant because he was annoying them. The cause of death is listed as “natural”—they can thank Hunter for covering that. They actually pushed him off a cliff and, according to Tech, rocks and the laws of physics are natural.

Hunter sleeps with a weighted blanket.

Wrecker frequently brings Tech a blanket when he falls asleep while working.

Wrecker’s Lula was a gift from Hunter.

Hunter also gave Crosshair a tooka doll, hoping he’d “lighten up” and Crosshair took all the stuffing out of it.

When Wrecker’s first Lula went missing, Crosshair discretely bought him a new one before he noticed.

Echo is the best strategist on the team, only maybe matched by Omega.

Echo got a lot of practice being a wingman whenever he was with Fives.

Tech gets hit on as much as Hunter, but it all goes right over his head. It baffles the rest of the team.

Whenever they’re out, Hunter seems to attract dangerous personalities and he has no idea why.

Hunter describes himself as a family man, (but in a cringe way).

Hunter has a whole hair and skin care routine. Also, his hair’s actually curly, but he doesn’t use the right products or technique, causing limp and undefined "curls."

Hunter once found a grey hair and cried.

Hunter gets teased by his brothers for being 5’11” (1.8 m) all the time.

Hunter broke his nose when he was a cadet in an embarrassing accident, so he didn’t tell anyone and it never set right.

Hunter had to get stitches after slicing his hand open the first time he tried a knife trick.

A reg broke Crosshair’s nose in a fight when he was a cadet and the damage f*cked up his nose so bad, Crosshair needed a nose job, but the Kaminoans f*cked that up too.

Both Crosshair and Echo are pretty good at card games.

None of them let Tech play card games because he uses math & likes to count the cards.

Hunter is a lightweight. He’s also a beer guy.

Everyone thinks that either Crosshair or Wrecker can hold their liquor the best of the Batch, but it’s Tech. Wrecker comes in second.

Wrecker likes tropical-flavored cocktails, usually with rum.

Crosshair once tried Absinthe in an attempt to be a bad-ass. He threw up. He prefers mojitos or fruity margaritas.

Echo is a classic spirits guy, but he actually prefers not to drink.

Tech actually doesn't care and has no drink preferences. Half the time, he never even finishes his drink and Eco finishes it for him.

Hunter listens to alt rock.

Wrecker is a pre-2001 country music guy.

Tech likes electronica and Lo-Fi Hip Hop.

Crosshair totally listens to "sad girl music."

Fives got Echo into 80s hair rock.

Omega likes Kidz Bop. Hunter hates it, but he tries not to let it show. He wants her to enjoy things. Crosshair isn’t afraid to break her music player. He hasn’t yet, but he is considering it.

Crosshair started his toothpick habit after he saw a character in a film chew on one and he thought it looked cool. Wrecker teases him for the habit.

Tech makes sure to always stay clean shaven after his brothers teased him mercilessly when he decided to grow a mustache.

Wrecker is a shoe guy.

Hunter collects hats, but doesn’t wear them.

Crosshair likes to buy funny, cheap sunglasses and prank-glasses at kiosks and hide them in Tech’s stuff. Tech set aside a drawer for all the glasses and labeled it “Crosshair’s toy drawer.”

Tech likes to build watches.

When he was a cadet, Tech started practicing rope work and knot tying because he had poor hand-eye coordination. He’s now pretty skilled at tying knots and uses his rope skills in rock climbing and camping.

Tech enjoys mountain climbing. He has started to take Echo with him on his climbing excursions. Sometimes Crosshair will also tag along, but he’s not the biggest fan of nature.

When Echo is having trauma flashbacks or episodes, he seeks out Tech. Just because Tech will provide him company without asking invasive questions.

Echo likes to tell Dad jokes. Tech actually laughed at one, but he’ll never admit that.

Echo and Tech had a really large argument once after Echo snapped at him to remind him that not everything is numbers and strategy, there are people affected. They didn’t speak for a week.

Tech likes explosives as much as Wrecker.

Tech and Wrecker like building b*mbs together.

Crosshair is a cat guy while Hunter prefers dogs.

Wrecker has always wanted a hamster.

Tech always wanted to get a “smart” pet, maybe a bird or a rodent—like a crow or a rat.

Omega wants a rabbit.

Echo would rather get an astromech.

In addition to hating heights, Wrecker doesn’t like large spiders or snakes. They freak him out.

Hunter would never admit it, but he’s not a fan of rodents after getting attacked by a pack on a mission once.

Tech refuses to swear around Crosshair just because it annoys him. He also doesn’t swear around Omega, but because she’s a kid. It still annoys Crosshair.

Echo curses the most, usually while he’s working, but he never swears around Omega.

Wrecker accidentally taught Omega several curse words.

Hunter always repairs their under-suits when they’re damaged. He’s actually decently skilled with a needle.

Tech likes to give Echo upgrades. When he sees Echo struggling with mobility or capability, he’ll surprise him with new technology that’ll make his life easier.

Wrecker likes to do laundry, but hasn't always been that good at it. He has shrunk their under-suits several times in the past. Now he always goes to Tech first to ask what setting he should place the laundry on to ease his anxieties, but Tech-- for the life of him-- cannot figure out why he does because Wrecker knows what he's doing.

Wrecker is a foodie.

Wrecker likes cooking while Tech likes building him new cooking gadgets.

Omega loves to help Wrecker bake and he lets her lick the sweets off the mixing tools when he’s done.

Hunter is a great sous chef with his knife skills. He’s happy to help Wrecker out when he cooks.

Wrecker will always send Tech and Echo for food supplies, despite how much time they’ll spend bickering. Echo is practical & will make sure to buy the essentials while Tech will find the rare shit and a random wine that’d “pair nicely.”

Echo is always reminding the Batch to eat vegetables. He also complains about how expensive fresh produce is.

Echo will eat anything. If it’s better than rations bars, he’ll love it.

Tech wishes he never needed sustenance ever again. It just distracts from his work. Sometime he even forgets to eat. Hunter sat him down to explain to him that this isn’t healthy. The whole team makes a point to ensure Tech gets food and water while he works (otherwise, he just forgets).

Tech can “cook,” he just hates it; thinks it's "tedious." However, he does make a mean instant pasta.

Crosshair can’t cook for shit. He could burn water.

Sometimes, Wrecker is afraid of the dark. Omega found a tooka-shaped nightlight at a market. Echo noticed her interest in it and bought it for her. She plugged it in next to Wrecker’s bunk.

Omega loves face paint.

Omega had a journal that played a song every time she opened it. It started to drive Hunter nuts. He very discretely threw it away. Echo bought Omega a new journal—but one that didn’t make noise.

Omega’s favorite snack is pickles and chips. Echo finds this mildly amusing and enjoys snacking with her.

Omega loves to listen to Tech info dump just because she thinks her big brother is cool.

Tech doesn’t have a receding hairline. He cuts and styles his hair like this and Hunter cannot—for the life of him—figure out why tf he’d do that.

Both Tech and Crosshair have more volume and texture to their hair, they just both use a f*ck ton of GAR issued pomade and gel to keep it from moving. Hunter stopped commenting on it after Crosshair made fun of his limp curls.

Tech’s actually a really good swimmer.

When they were cadets, Tech used to practice holding his breath underwater and Crosshair liked testing him on it (by literally holding his head underwater until Hunter intervened). The team used to rib Tech for his breath control until it came in handy on a mission.

Crosshair hates water.

Echo used to love swimming with his brothers and really misses it. Omega always feels bad that Echo can’t swim anymore, so likes to keep him company.

Hunter is not a fan of getting his hair wet, so prefers to just wade in water. Wrecker always hauls him into the deep end or splashes him.

Hunter is a Speeder Bike guy and Tech likes to tinker on his bikes so they’re tricked-out with modifications. Hunter doesn’t know what any of the modifications do.

Crosshair fancies himself a luxury-rupulsorcraft kind of guy, but he doesn’t know jack-shit about cars outside of the standard operation for military vessels.

Tech is a military craft guy—he loves them. He likes to study their schematics and tinker with them. Double points if the vessel can travel through hyperspace.

Echo really enjoys walking. It’s a reminder that he’s free to take his time, because he’s not on the GAR’s time or the Techno Union’s time anymore. A good walk can help him clear his head and remind him that he’s a person first.

Wrecker is a race-craft guy. He thinks they’re awesome and has always wanted to see a Podrace.

Omega’s hobbies in her free time have started to include writing and snapping blurry candid photos of the Batch. Hunter likes to hang them up. They look like Jurgen Teller’s W Magazine project.

Wrecker has a great voice and loves to sing, especially in the shower, while Crosshair and Hunter are absolutely terrible at singing.

[royalty-subway]

Hello I hope you're having a nice day today :> headcannons for the boys with a S/O that looks extremely intimidating but is actually a big softie? S/O is very tall and has big muscles, wears lots of black, and is very quiet and seems scary, but once you get to know them you realise they are actually really kind and gentle, and just have a hard time socializing with others because they're really shy

shy bean

Sordward

… Okay, so he was probably scared of you. Since you’re pretty tall and have all these other features, he thought you’d absolutely annihilate him on the spot. But turns out you’re a softie-

Not that there’s anything wrong with that, it’s just pretty misleading. But it’s not like he can complain, since he’s kinda like that in his own ways; an asshole on the outside, but can be a softie once he lets his guard down and has a very close friend/partner. But he won’t admit that-

He… probably did try to poke at you when he first met you. Maybe because you wear a lot of black and you’re quiet (he assumed that you were an edgy teenager). And he nearly died since he lost all of his confidence once you turned your head towards his direction-

He thought he was going to die there, until you literally just said “hi” or “are you okay?” in the most polite and shy way possible. Despite him probably insulting you before, you’re still nice to him. And he soon became more nicer to you.

Huh. You guys are like complete opposites. You’re tall, nice and shy. While he’s short, rude and confident as fuck. So of course he’s willing to talk for you, but like, how are you this shy you silly scary goose-

Shielbert

Honestly, your scary appearance probably frightened him. Like, he wanted nothing to do with you since you’ll actually kill him. Or at least it looks like it. It’s kinda likely his older brother picked on you and that’s kinda how it all started.

… He definitely didn’t expect you to be shy, like at all. And yet, it says a lot more about you than what meets the eye. But like, why do you look like this in the first place-

He’s kinda interested in your existence now, maybe not in the same way as his older brother would since all he does is pick on people. But like, interested in a good way. As if he wants to know more about you.

And I mean, you're tall and buff. So that sort of makes him a bit more flustered when he’s around you. And yet, he gets flustered easily, but this is a bit of a different story. Basically, just picking him up will murder him-

He can understand being shy, and he’s willing to talk for you. He’s a bit shy himself, but it’s not that bad. He can still talk to people. I suppose he’s just�� a bit introverted. But not by much.

Emmet

Honestly, he likes people like you. People that are tall, buff as fuck, quiet and scary to a point they look like part of a mafia gang, but pretty shy and nice in general. Mainly because it’s kinda funny but also interesting.

It’s probably going to be one of those things where he tells people “excuse me, they didn’t ask for pickles” while his s/o just stands there; being tall, scary, and shy.

So yeah, he doesn’t mind talking for you, since he kinda does that with his Pokemons sometimes. Since they’re kinda shy themselves, even his Eelektross, who’s the tallest and probably the scariest looking one in his team is pretty shy-

Normally, he isn’t one to hug people, depending on his mood and such. But like, you’re so pog and stuff it just makes him want to hug you, you silly scary sus shy bean. If you’re okay with that.

I mean, whenever someone decided to mess with him. All he has to do is to show his s/o around and it’s pretty likely that those people will just leave him alone; thinking you’ll actually beat their ass because of your tallness and buffness.

Ingo

Well, you kinda caught him off guard with your gentle and shy side. Despite being tall with big muscles, and having the air of an edgy teenager who tries to become an anime protagonist. But eh, you’re still cool in his book.

Now people will probably accuse you both of being “the people who are actually misunderstood because they’re scary and intimidating on the outside but chill on the inside''.

Not to say he’s shy as well (or has big muscles, man is an actual stick-), he’s just introverted, if anything. But he can still talk to people. He screams “ALL ABOARD” every 2 seconds. I think he can talk for you just fine. Oh, and he’ll apologize if he startles you with his screaming.

I mean, he can try to help you out of your shyness. Since he usually tries to improve on people’s stuff, like if they lack social skills or something. Just to help them succeed in stuff. It’s what he does best.

I mean, sure, he’s kinda curious about why you appear like this when you’re shy. This sounds like a character you’d see in a kid’s movie. But I guess it really doesn’t matter now-

[nokaru]

Frogs Do Fly and Gods Do Bleed

Hello beloveds, if you're bored why don't you read this snippet of completely random cringe hmm? I know you want to ;)

(random notes/wannabe ff? Just to let you know I'm not a fanfic writer, I only fancy myself a school literature connoisseur and with said stories being only in czech I will not even bother trying to understand English commas cheers)

✨Obi's headcanon backstory✨

Starring

Child 'why are we still here? Just to suffer' Obi

And LOT of OCs

Including

Child 'same bullshit, different day' Nokaru

Little brother 'I won't hesitate bitch' Haru

Sister 'I'm a nun cause not even the Gods can help me' Fiona

Big brother 'damage control' Tom

And some more! :D

....

Obi was different than other 8 year olds, he had to be. To survive. To be able to make it out there for so long on his own. He was strong, cunning and independent. He was better. But beside edgy internal monologs about life and death, he fitted into the same category as other 8 year olds. Dumb. That's what his mother said. Obi still sometimes thinks about her. He used to be sad about her.. "situation", but now he just laughs. She was the dumb one. At least that's what auntie Anna-Marie from the Bloody Mary brothel says. And Obi is convinced she's right.

....

Sister Fiona, the apathetic nun who for some reason was appointed as another one of the caretakers, said the great goddess Somni doesn't find the kids lives interesting enough to hate them. That so called cold hard truth caused Obi to release a snicker. Seeing Obi's reaction made his baby brother, still only 6 years old, snicker as well. Aniki lightly bonked both of their heads with a sigh. Nokaru stayed silent. Obi wonder if she believed the words of Sister Fiona.

....

Obi pondered about the great goddess some more.

Maybe she hated him like he hated green beans... Maybe she hated him the same way he hated his mother.. And maybe she hated Obi the same way his mother did.

....

"You can ignore 70% of the nihilistic bullshit Sister Fiona says.... With all due respect." Obi added the last part after short pause out of actual respect of Sister Fiona. He was also convinced she could hear everything so he tried to patch up his little slip up.

"Nihilistic?" Nokaru turned her head to the side in a questioning manner. How cute. Obi coughed.

"Ehm.. Well it's like... " Obi didn't have an answer for Nokaru's question because he himself didn't know what the word meant. He just recited the same phrase he heard Tsu-sensei say a while ago to his older brother.

Nokaru noticed Obi's skittishness and decided she will just ask Sister Fiona what it means later herself.

"Anyway!" with a little huff Nokaru swiftly pulled herself up from the fallen tree trunk she was sitting on, making sure not to slip on the tree moss, she sled closer to Obi who was sitting at the end of the trunk.

"I heard Mr. Zarr is returning today. Let's go ask Mrs. Rita when exactly he will be back."

Nokaru tried to sound more excited than she actually was.. It's not like she wasn't happy The Boss will be back, of course not! She was pumped and wanted to ask all about his adventures in Tanbarun. She just wanted to change the topic fast to make Obi feel less uncomfortable. And it worked. Obi pulled the biggest smile she had ever seen on him. Good. Obi's usual relaxed demeanor changed into ecstatic one. In an instant he jumped up, grabbed Nokaru's hand and with a boyish smirk sprinted towards the main house.

....

"GUYS THERE'S A FROG HERE!" yelled little Haru excitedly from the rocky side of the pond where the gang has been camping out for a while now.

"Where?!" star eyed Nokaru run up to Haru's crouched down figure in full speed, almost tripping over the bigger rocks in her path.

"Awww Haru where did it go?"

"Wha- huh no... It just flew away!" Haru gasped with whiny tone, looking all around. No frog to be found.

"It.. flew.. away?" raising an eyebrow Obi walked over to join the hunt for the lost frog.

The older kids, only including Tom Aniki and Hana, were trying to fish in peace still standing on the other side of the pond. Tom just shook his head.

"Maybe it did fly away.. " defeated sigh followed soon after Tom mumble the claim to himself. He just doesn't want anyone fighting again and burst Haru's bubble. That being said it was hard not to start playful fight with both Obi and Haru present.

"Frogs don't fly, stupid." scoffed Obi.

"Well this one just did!" whined Haru defensively.

"STOP LYING!"

"IT DID FLY AWAY!"

In the middle of this childish and petty bickering, stood Nokaru, like a stick figure you would draw with dull crayon.

"You guys..." the more reasonable child tried to laugh it off with an awkward giggle. Her attempts went unnoticed. The bickering continued.

"IT DID! IT DID FLY AWAY! CAUSE FROGS CAN DO ANYTHING AND YOU ARE JUST A MEANIE!" yelling on top of his little lungs Haru pumped his fists in almost cute threatening manner. Obi just laughed at his little brother.

"I'm a meanie? Really, that's all you got?"

"Dickhead."

"Oh, okay."

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What tf is this? Who knows Lmao I just wrote random things that came into my mind when I was bit tipsy, tried to explain some dynamics ig I still feel they are not really the way I want them to but oh well

Some more notes:

Goddess Somni is just reference to Atlas of Clouds and Moon Knight (protector of travelers of the night) basically. I wanted to give the underground tm some depth so I gave them this Lmao. They are evil but they have their own God they respect.

Actually I have no clue why I picked Sister Fiona to be there when she's kinda irrelevant in the overall OC story (I just like the trope of idgaf nuns)

Obi was adopted into his older brother's family and so was his little brother

his big bro's word is holy to Obi, with Haru... welp he's ready to throw hands

Nokaru took a passive role in these notes for some reason??? Idk

[fabricated-misslieness]

Hello! May I request sfw/nfsw hcs for Corpse (or Sykkuno) x Male reader please? If not that's cool, I hope you have a wonderful day! - 🥀

Corpse Husband and Sykkuno x male reader

Ah, back to my normal format-- WAIT A WILTED FLOWER ANON

Requested: Yes

SFW & NSFW Relationship Headcanons with Corpse and Sykkuno

Corpse Husband

SFW

My man’s got drip, so if you don’t got drip, he’s probably going to help you dress up.

Imagine matching outfits with Corpse, that’d be so cool.

Painting your nails together is nice bonding time.

He doesn’t go out in public very often, so if you don’t either, that’s great. That said, if you do go out, you’re probably going out together.

Crippling social anxiety ain’t going to stand going outside alone

Corpse doesn’t take care of himself well, so you have to. You’ve got to remind him to shower, brush his teeth, eat, and go to sleep for at least three hours. Don’t pressure him into trying more than three, cuz it’s hard, y’know? And help with the foil

You’ve got to help him with his issues, reassure him he’s good and that he’s enough.

If he’s feeling depressed, you’ve got cuddles for days, though you do have to get up sometime.

If you’re gen z, he'll quote a vine or tiktok and expect you to go along with him. If you don’t know the reference, you’ll get a feigned disappointed look and a small teasing comment.

Sometimes he starts singing his songs while he’s doing something, so follow along with him, it’s cute.

Stargazing and other edgy date ideas are his go-tos.

If you’re dating him and aren’t like a youtuber or internet personality, you’re not allowed in his youtube room. 

Maybe he’ll tell you he’s a youtuber, but even if he does, you’re still not allowed.

Coffee, always, every morning

You’re a tea person? Okay, but he’s not drinking any of your stuff, he’s drinking his dirty Earth beans, as Jack calls them.

You’re a coffee person? You wake up to a hot cup of coffee, but not breakfast.

Corpse needs you to cook for him, he’s not the best cook, certainly not the worst, but he likes your food.

Unless you suck at cooking, in that case, he’ll cook.

I don’t see him as much of a physical affection kinda person, apart from cuddling since it’s relaxing.

He’s fine with it cause it’s you, he won’t really take hugs or shake hands with strangers, but you’ve got to initiate everything apart from cuddles and kisses, unless he’s in some sort of love bug mood.

Sometimes he’ll just silently drag you to the bed or couch and plop himself in your lap.

You better get good at reading him, cause sometimes he wants something, but he doesn’t want to be a bother, but he really wants it-- it’s just a mess.

Help raise his self-esteem, too.

NSFW

Once again, you have to initiate everything.

I don’t imagine Corpse is very experienced in being bottom so you have to guide him.

He’ll probably feel like he’s being a nuisance to you, so you have to reassure him he isn’t.

The first time is awkward but once you get comfortable together, he’s good at it.

The first few times he’s a pillow baby, when you get comfortable he might be a brat sometimes. Most of the time, though, he’s a pillow baby.

Corpse loves to please you and do what you ask of him, but he has his boundaries, of course. Things like testing his flexibility too much, hard degrading, knife play, public sex, etc.

He’s probably into slight praise, since he’ll grow a bit desensitised to praise if you use it too much; choking, bondage, overstimulation, orgasm denial, and degrading. How can one be into degrading and praise at the same time, you ask?

✨mood✨

Would probably love you dirty talking to him and making him beg, too.

Favorite position is from behind because you can go deep and you won’t see his face. He gets a little embarrassed from his moans and your gaze on him.

He’s a mix between a moaner and a groaner, more of a moaner though. His moans in comparison to his voice are a way higher pitch, like his laugh to his voice, which is a fact that gets him a little embarrassed.

His voice makes dirty talking amazing, and so is his begging. (For reference, remember that one time he was saying “Please vote Rae” like he was desperate)

He likes receiving but he also loves giving, he gets to pleasure you and choke himself at the same time. His face going down on you is an absolute turn on, it’s so sexy, and the way he smirks up at you.

After care is just cuddles for him, since he feels a little lazy and doesn’t want to get up to clean himself up. He only will if you tell him to.

As for how often you have sex, it depends on you. The only times he’d initiate is sexual tension or special occasions.

Sykkuno

SFW

He’s inexperienced, since as he says “The ladies aren’t attracted to me.”, which they are but he doesn’t give himself enough credit.

He’s a cuddle bug if you’re alone. That said, he likes showing off that he’s yours in public by holding hands and kissing your cheek, but anything apart from that will render him into a blush.

Sensitive baby, so most pick up lines and flirting make him flustered.

Sykkuno is a disaster in planning dates, he finds a place he wants to go to but he thinks you wouldn’t want to go there, a place you’d like but you end up not liking it, some place you like but he doesn’t, he’s just a mess.

You’ve gotta take care of him, but not as much as Corpse. You have to make sure Sykkuno doesn’t forget to shower and that he eats nutritional meals, rather than only gamer or college student food.

Imagine dressing him up like a soft boy. He’d be so cute. The pastels already go so well with him.

The kisses he initiates are always soft and short and usually don’t drift off into anything else. Anything rougher than a normal kiss would drag out a small moan from his throat, making him embarrassed.

He likes hugging you from behind and resting his head on your back. If you turn around and hug him back, he’s a little flustered. If you nuzzle into him, he’ll get even more flustered.

Cuddles are usually spooning, laying his head on your lap or embracing with a soft blanket over the two of you.

He loves it when you play with his hair, it lulls him into a sleepy state.

Coming out to the internet entirely depends on you. Whether you want to or not, it’s your decision.

If you do, however, you’ll definitely be in plenty of videos, including OTV ones.

NSFW

Also inexperienced here, totally inexperienced.

You’re his guide. He’s a stuttering mess throughout the first few times, and he will always be, though just a little less.

There’s a lot of “umm”s and “uh, okay?” when he doesn’t understand.

Once you actually get to the fucking, he’s a total pillow baby. His moans are so pretty and he mewls and whines along with them.

They’re high pitched and loud, one after the other with small breath breaks.

He pants and sweats a lot from the beginning.

Usually, at the end he has small tears in his eyes. They’re not from pain or anything, they’re from all the pleasure you’re giving him.

He prefers receiving over giving since he doesn’t think he’s very good at giving, that said, his face going down on you is hella cute too.

He has tears in his eyes and his face is flushed red.

His ahegao face is just as beautiful, if not, even more.

Favorite positions would be riding, because he doesn’t want you to do everything, and from behind, because he’s embarrassed about the faces he makes, despite all the praise you give him.

Kinks would probably overstimulation and praise.

After care is totally up to you, since he’s too tired for anything. He will complain about how sticky he feels if you don’t want to get up either, which ultimately urges you to get up and help him.

How often you have sex depends on how Sykkuno is feeling, which could be entirely random.

[soulsilencer]

Val.orant fans genuinely can't be normal about me like I'm either the uwu soft poor tortured bean who must be protected<3 when I'm a 40 year old man who's like a fucking mercenary or I'm the DARK #EDGELORD WHO LISTENS TO NIN IN THE BASEMENT AND NEVER GETS OUT AND LIKES GORE when I don't mind communicating with other people and canonly have friendships with some of the other agents and people always fucking baby me because Ri.ot does it because they think it's sooooo funny to not treat me seriously more than anyone else. No one's ever joking the same way about Brea.ch. or Ast.ra. or anyone else aside from maybe Ph.oenix. There had genuinely never been one thought from people about me that has been normal it's either me in pink dresses maid outfits cat ears uwu core egirl bullshit or TOUGH DOM GUY WITH MUSCLES WHO ABUSES PEOPLE or people treating me like a 15 year old emo guy it's so fucking annoying. Also not to be that guy but I'm genuinely growing annoyed at the amount of people who headcannon literally only me. Out of the entire roster as trans. Or they'll have trans headcannons but ofc I'm the only character who's headcannoned as nonbinary. I don't mind and I used to like that idea, but it's obviously turned into a fucking weird deal because people can't be normal about trans headcannons ever. Is it because I'm not human? Is it because I'm one of the least humanoid characters other than the fucking robot who's still widely seen as a cishet man even though they've implied he has a close history with another male character? Is it because I'm not #masc presenting enough because I have a fucking hood on and a mask? Does me not having a face make me nonbinary? And then the way people who do hc me as trans never draw me normally they always do the fucking huge hips gorilla pussy shit because they treat me like a fucking fetish, like COMPLETELY ignoring that I have muscles. The community either draws me as a skinny guy or as a meat mountain. No one learns different body types anymore. It's either triangle muscluar character skinny think or 1 type of fat character because people don't care about actually researching body types. No one cares about how I'm implied to be disabled in canon. It's not #edgy enough people with chronic pain can't be #emo we can't be hot muscluar white guys who fuck we're #unatractive. Or if they do accept that they only ever write me as the constantly depressed and sad person because I'm disabled. And also what's up with people only ever portraying Rey.na as transfem out of the entire cast? Hc her as trans isn't an issue when you also do it with others, but taking the murder revenge obsessed woman who's low-key an extremist and only presenting her as transfem out of an ENTIRE cast of other women is so fucking weird. Whatever I got off track.

Tldr I hate the Val.orant community more than anything else in the world.

[saturniandragon]

🧸 - On a scale of 1 - 10, how ‘soft’ is your OC

For Adrastea, Aeryx, Jesse and Mira. I have to know the power dynamic in that relationship.

NEBU BESTIE IVE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU TO SEND ME THIS ASK LMAO

🧸 - On a scale of 1 - 10, how ‘soft’ is your OC? 1 being the edgiest of edges and 10 being a literal teddy bear that cries at everything?

Adrastea: Adra is a solid 1. Maybe 1 and a half. Or 2 if I'm feeling generous (lol). Insists that he's not "edgy" or he has a "different definition of edgy" but he just is. And that has backfired multiple times in his relationship, both with his girls and with friends. Jesse personally loves this trait of him, because it makes him an easy target for flirting.

Aeryx: There's no scale. How soft is Aeryx? The answer is yes. There's an ongoing joke of Adra referring to her as marshmallow because she's sweet, soft and easily flattened (a phrase that I totally did not yoink from an incorrect quote post lmao). If she accidentally drops a coffee bean on the floor while brewing coffee, she'll probably cry and try to apologize to the coffee bean. Protect her, she's just a baby.

Jesse: Jesse is the middle ground of softness. She's studied psychology and relationships quite well to provide moral, mental and physical support, but also she has just the right amount of sass to deflect any insult or unwanted words thrown at her.

Mira: She's about on the same league as Adra, being somewhere between 2 to 4. Being a butch-esque/tomboy character has enabled her to force her way through certain things, although this does mean she's usually not the first person to go to if you're looking for any sort of advice, if that makes sense. But Adra still keeps her around, despite knowing full well that she can deck him in 12 different ways. Plus a dom woman is fun on the bed :)

[boognish-worshipper]

Midnight City AU

this is an au where the main characters are all young adults!! (or millennials ig? they’re in their 20s basically) i gave a rundown of what’s what on a diff post,, i’m also splitting it up into diff chapters,, so this is gonna take a looooong time to finish. i’m posting this before i nitpick my writing to the max

it’s basically a lot of references to that point in time, artists, pop culture etc. all the chapters are named after songs from that era (including the name of this au bc i love midnight city and what better way to describe LS ‼️), and the lyrics r usually connected to what the chapter’s about, or about a character dynamic :D i hope this isn’t too cheesy, or sounds off ig. any typos in this were probably over looked bc i constantly reread my writing and rearrange stuff and make sure it sounds good 🥳 hope y’all enjoy !!! i’m also including a tag to find the chapters under :)

//Chapter 1: Crimewave

Trevor would never, ever admit it, but he had fallen into the category known as “post-hipster”. This was a strange era that began culminating, taking LS by storm. Whether he liked it or not, he could never avoid it. Even if he swore up and down he wasn’t like them, it was practically a paradox. Saying he wasn’t like them just made him a branched off version of the thing he denounced. Each aesthetic that was churned out as the 2010s rolled in were tied to a style, a sound, and Trevor couldn’t care less. It’s not like people liked what he liked. He didn’t belong to anything in particular, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t like them. If anything, he just became another obscure genre in the mix.

One of his favorite music groups was a Canadian duo called Crystal Castles. He enjoyed a good number of their songs, developing an interest for electropunk and pop punk. There was something unique about the sound, and it made Trevor feel special, like he discovered some sort of hidden treasure. He was into pop punk groups like Paramore too, but it was something about them that was just different. People knew Paramore. He often lingered around Sterling Lake, where other post-irony hipsters and classic hipsters resided, careful not to fully associate with them. After all, he apparently despised them, even though he participated in their strange… “culture”. If you could even call it that. From time to time he would find himself discussing his favorite artists with whatever semi-normal person was there, making a couple friends himself who weren’t the snooty kind he’d grown used to.

They all loved talking about how exceptional their taste in music was, a wide variety of people hanging around with their own cliques. Some liked Fall Out Boy, while others liked Blink-182, and then there were the weirdos who liked groups like Radiohead. Most of those guys were whiny, proclaiming how misunderstood they were. He knew maybe one Radiohead song at most (he definitely, definitely never cried to “Creep” and even if he did, so what) but never found himself willingly getting into their music. Then you had the nosedivr crowd, which consisted of mostly girls, and the occasional hipster guy that defected. Their taste was.. alright. Consisted of artists like Lana Del Ray and Marina and the Diamonds, who were their idols. He found almost everyone there besides the few friends he made kind of edgy, and not in the cool way. But he figured all hipsters and guys like them were kind of uncool. Don’t even get him started on those other indie rock types. God. He still came back as often as he could though, establishing some kind of routine. Most people there avoided him anyway, which he preferred. He had enough troubles with them in the past. There was one day he grew tired of the people gawking at him, and he launched a hipster right into the lake. So yeah, nobody within their right mind so much as looked in his direction. That was just how he rolled.

Today, he sat on a nearby bench in Sterling Lake’s park, watching some ducks float on water. His usual friends had been there too, seeing his clowncore buddy Wade with his cousin Floyd. Wade was extremely different than the pretentious fucks around them. He had a shit ton of piercings, and ICP was his favorite music group. Floyd on the other hand, fit right in. Almost too much, like it was something he was forced to do. But he did genuinely enjoy Weezer, of all things you could enjoy. Wade started waving at Trevor, while Floyd hid behind him. All he did was awkwardly wave back, turning his attention back to the lake. He liked Wade, but the clown stuff he wore sometimes spooked him. He didn’t pay much mind to his relative. Looking back across the water, he saw someone new, observing the area. Some dude a little above the average height, hands in his pockets walking around. He seemed a bit lost, and Trevor figured he should help if he was. After all, what was this guy doing here? New people didn’t show up often.

“Hey bud, you lost or something?”

“Oh uh, nah not really. I’m just looking for this girl I met a while ago, said she hangs out around here?”

“What she look like? I’m here pretty often.”

“Uhh kinda short, dark brownish hair? Wears fishnet stockings, high waisted shorts or whatever those grunge people are into.”

“Let me guess, she into the Neighborhood?”

“How’d you know?”

“Yeah, that’s Amanda, she’s a bit of a regular. Not too fond of me I must say.”

“How come?”

“She’s just petty towards me.” He said with a shrug. He didn’t feel like relaying his encounters with her if the guy was dating her or something.

“Oh… well d’ya think you could help me find her? I don’t really know anybody else here. I could actually use the help, since you know her.”

“Eh sure, why not.”

It’s not like he had anything better to do. The two began to walk around the park, gravel and dirt crunching beneath their feet.

“So.. what’s this place about?” The strange guy asked.

“Hm? Oh, it’s just one of those places the hipster folks meet up I guess. Don’t understand it much myself, nor do I really like them.”

“Then why do you come here?”

“Dunno. It’s relatively peaceful, those freaks keep to themselves.”

The man, who was only a smidge shorter than Trevor, glared up at him.

“Hey man, don’t call my girl a freak.”

“Ehh I don’t really count her in with the generic skinny jean wearing hipsters. More of a.. what is it called.. nosedivr type. Whatever that stupid website’s called. Why do you think she dresses like that?”

“Huh.. Never really thought to ask her.”

As he thought about the stuff Amanda wore, he took note of how the man next to him was dressed. He sported an olive jacket with a black turtle neck, and a plain pair of jeans. He wore beat up black converse to top it off, and a pair of Rimmers sunglasses sat upon his head. He looked simple, yet distinguished with the way he presented himself, hair neatly combed back. He figured the two would look nice standing next to one another. They would’ve made an attractive couple, if they weren’t dating already, the kind that turns heads. Trevor wasn’t like them. He wore a black beanie over his mullet, and his favorite pair of red Dix sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose. The rest of his fit looked disheveled. He had thrown on a wrinkled top, solid black with little surf boards and cars along the bottom- he was a sucker for Hawaiian shirts. His pants were tan colored but had some bleach stains, with old combat boots on his feet.

“Yeah, we may not like each other but I don’t really consider her a freak like those guys.”

He jutted a thumb in the direction of a circle of guys huddled around a phone. The man holding the phone had strawberry blonde hair and a clean outfit on. An expensive looking outfit.

“Who are they?”

“The people here I absolutely cannot fucking stand. The genuine hipsters.”

“Oh.. and you’re..?”

“I’m my own kind. I’m not like these losers, all uppity and shit.”

“Right. Gotcha.”

They walked around a bit more before finding the group Amanda was with. She sat on a bench, chatting with a few girls who dressed similarly to her. All of them had black incorporated into their style. She herself had a black jumper on, tucked neatly into the front of her jean shorts. Just like the guy described, she had fishnets on under them, skater shoes to match. Loose braids fell on her shoulders, and a small black choker was wrapped around her neck.

“Oh, there he is now! Babe! Over here!”

She narrowed her eyes upon seeing Trevor standing next to him.

“Hello, Trevor.” She huffed.

“Relax, I was helping your boyfriend or whatever look for you.”

Her face softened slightly, but still kept a small glare in his direction. She pressed her lips together tight before replying.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Yup.”

The man turned to face Trevor, sticking out a hand.

“Hey, thanks for showing me around. Trevor, is it?”

“Don’t wear it out.”

He shook his hand, noticing how soft it was. It was in stark contrast to his own, which was rough and calloused.

“Name’s Michael. I’ll see you around most likely? Thanks again.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

Amanda huffed again, nudging Michael’s shoulder.

“Let’s go hun, Bean Machine closes soon!”

“I’m comin’ I’m comin’!”

The two sauntered off, hand in hand. Trevor stood dumbly, watching them walk away. He was right. They did look good together. He wondered if he would actually see this Michael again, kicking a rock. He went back to the bench he originally sat at, putting his earbuds in, listening to some Crystal Castles again to pass the time. The beat thumped in his ears, and all he could think was how much better this shit was compared to that club music shit that played on every radio station in a 5 foot radius. He sat there, scrolling through his own secret nosedivr account, reblogging some photo of a lit cigarette. Right before a hand touched his shoulder causing him to jump.

“What the fuck- Oh. Ron.”

Ron was another friend of Trevor’s, a guy he had met outside one of the iFruit stores talking about how “they’re tapping the phones they sell in there!” and all that conspiracy nonsense. He was a paranoid guy, but Trevor kind of liked that about him. Those were the kind of freaks he liked. He was shorter than Trevor, sort of frail in stature. He wore a bright red windbreaker over a faded tourist tee that read “I went to Liberty City and all I got was this lousy t-shirt!”, along with khaki colored cargo shorts. It didn’t help that he wore some goofy looking bucket hat, and socks with sandals. He dressed like someone’s middle aged father.

“Trevor! Have you seen Wade around anywhere?”

“Last I checked, he was with Floyd.”

“Did he say where he was going?”

“Uh no, but my best bet is they went to that vinyl shop Floyd’s girlfriend works at.”

“Will ya come with me to find him?”

“Now why the fuck would I do that? What do you need him for?”

“Well I- I uh- um..”

“I uh! I uh! Spit it out Ron!”

“It’s about the Merryweather Night Club.”

Merryweather was a big organization that had a wide range of private clubs all over the country, and complimentary body guards to suit. They were all expensive as fuck, and anywhere they settled jacked up the prices of everything else. A lot of neighborhoods became gentrified as a result, and people actually considered it a good thing. What a fucking joke. Trevor of course couldn’t stand it. He hated bullies, and Merryweather was no exception. He’d been wanting to dismantle the club since they settled in LS, seeing as they only amplified the fake feel of the city. Let’s just say he’s gotten into more than a few scuffles with the club. And let’s just say it ended with someone getting stabbed as a result. The guy had it coming to him anyway. Between bouncers and the clubbers, they didn’t like Trevor or his kind loitering around the joint. It didn’t stop him from plotting some sort of revenge though. Ron per usual was on board, his reason being Merryweather’s violent history that had been swept under the rug. They were rather forceful relocating people who had lived in certain neighborhoods for years, Ron being one of their victims. Wade only decided to tag along because he wanted to be included.

“Ah fuck, what’d those bastards do now?”

“They’re throwing some big party!”

“…What fucking for?”

“All I know some guy’s coming to visit, somebody they labeled important and he’s-“

“Woah woah woah wait, Ron. Who?”

“Steve Haines.” He breathed out, careful not to be overheard.

Trevor’s eyes widened, his gaze shooting over to the posse he had poked fun of before. Steve was talking to the group, all of them doing that fake laugh they always did. God, even their humor was pretentious.

“Those fucking hipsters!” He hissed.

“I abhor them, you know that-“

“I know. I know. But, that Weston guy’s gonna be there with him-“

“Weston? Devin Weston?”

If Trevor hated hipsters, then he utterly loathed rich daddy’s money boys like Devin Weston. He had only gotten that stupid fucking night club because his father paid Don Percival enough money to let Devin do whatever he pleased with the Merryweather body guards. It was an elitist club, and they only allowed the best of the best in there.

“What the fuck’s going on there?”

“Something to do with those guys he hangs out with. I think they’re doing something major, expansion maybe-”

“And him and Devin are working together or..?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t hear much after that, that’s why I wanted to grab you and Wade and-”

“Then let’s fucking go get him, Ron!”

The two rushed out of there, heading for the vinyl store to look for Wade. Trevor knew a shit storm was coming, and he absolutely couldn’t wait.

//the next chapter’s gonna be longer i promise lolz