#his sprite is so cute but when i see it i feel aggression

[rowanisawriter]

i have to put him in a blender

[fan-a-tink]

had a vision.

Dead Boy Detectives - the core four

I wanted this to be a purely aesthetic post, but in the process of making the gifs I've had some thoughts, so here you go: Seeing the core four's "action shots" all side by side made me realise that they each kind of represent their character's journey as well.

We've got Charles, who is taking back control, hitting back. He acts as the protector he would have needed when he was alive, but also he is defending and protecting someone close to him, no longer helpless in the face of abuse and violence. And his strength comes from a point of defense, not aggression like his father. He's very much not a bad guy, but the literal hero of the shot.

Then there's Edwin running from a WWI soldier and going through the looking glass, jumping from one world to the next, pushing through his own reflection (and how people have bullied and killed him for perceiving him as effeminate and queer) and finding his queerness on the other side, landing on his own two feet, balanced and steady, having found this whole new world of feeling and acceptance on the other side. Edwin, my beloved.

Crystal (aaahhh I could write a thesis on Crystal, honestly) who is being thrown off balance and into limbo, existing between two lives while she is searching for her stolen memories. She's is constantly being pulled in two directions, between her past and her future, between David the demon and the cute ghost distraction, between letting go of toxic relationships and embracing her new found family.

And then Niko, Niko is just ascending.

credit for the Charles gif goes to @mellxncollie

Ok and if you're still reading, here's another thing I noticed while making these "action shot" gifs - both Charles and Edwin are very much agents of these actions in their shots, while things are done to Crystal and Niko. Charles throws and catches the cricket bat, initiating and controlling the action. Edwin jumps through the mirror, he is the one who maneuvers himself through. But Crystal is pushed by David, falls through the floor, off balance and out of control, and she is caught by Charles. And Niko is being lifted up by the sprites who have taken control of her body. I think it's a neat way to show a gendered division within the core four, but also both girls move beyond their initial helplessness/passiveness and become real freaking badasses, while the boys later on get their fair share of having things happen to them instead. And in the season finale it's Crystal and Niko who save our two ghost damsels in distress. I don't know where I'm going with this, it was just something I noticed and I thought you guys might have some more eloquent and coherent thoughts.

[kiigoumiu-blog]

  I wish that more English Danganronpa V3 fans knew that in the original Japanese version, Gonta didn’t talk in caveman/Hulk speech. He spoke in normal polite Japanese, only struggling with the meaning of certain words from his lack of experience. He did however talk in third person but Tenko and Angie did as well. In Japanese 3rd person speech works and is used to make characters cute and childish. But in English none of this comes across and instead is just distracting. Its obvious that the NISA translators only kept Gonta in 3rd person to insert weird American humor into the series.

  I especially dislike this translation because Gonta is one of the most important characters in ndrv3, especially when it comes to Kokichi’s character arc. Now, instead of being the sweet and naive entomologist who allows the audience to see beneath Kokichi’s mask, he is now seen as nothing but a joke side character. 

  Which not only ruins Gonta’s entire character but also makes Kokichi’s character and intentions even more confusing.

(No wonder people are confused that Kokichi and Gonta got official Anniversary wine together haha)

  To make things worse, they also changed Kokichi’s character by making him more childish and aggressive.(even going as far as changing his sprites on scenes!) I’d say one of the worst mistranslations though was making his whiteboard have “trustworthy?” written below the photo of Shuichi. In Japanese it says something more along the lines of “dangerous?” or “untrustworthy?”. I really don’t know how they messed this up but it was likely because there was a translator who wanted Kokichi to be shipped with the protagonist. The translation error to me was strange because most of his interactions with Shuichi were negative so, to suddenly say that Shuichi was the only one he trusted would feel like a contradiction. It’s also frustrating because, the original whiteboard translation imo implies that Kokichi may have suspected that Shuichi was the mastermind which is SO INTERESTING and gives their dynamic so much more depth.

In conclusion: NISA ruined V3 lol

[hannahwatcheshorror]

CHILD'S PLAY (1988)

💁‍♀️Strong Female Lead

A classic film about a scary thought, “What if my doll were alive?” Chucky is the original ANNABELLE (well, that isn’t entirely true) and masters the cute to creepy transition in seconds flat. No time is wasted showing you how the doll comes to life, it just takes a moment for him to belong to someone and for the killings to begin. Nicely paced and well acted with very nice effects especially for the main man himself. Should encourage you to be a little nicer to those “inanimate” objects around you.

⭐⭐⭐.5

(trigger warning sexual aggression/violence against a woman)

Charles Lee Ray, a serial killer, is about to die in a toy store when he says Abracadabra (by The Steve Miller Band) over a little ginger doll (since it has no soul) and puts his soul in it with voodoo (wack). A nice lady buys the “doll” for her son's birthday and gives it to her little brat (nah, he is a cutie) and doesn’t realize what hell will soon be breaking loose. The aunt is babysitting but she won't be there long because Andy has a new best friend in Chucky the doll and the doll wants to play. Death by toy hammer to the face then dramatically falling out a window is weak as hell though, I just gotta say, Aunt Maggie. 

Karen comes home to find her babysitter dead and her son blaming it on the doll (yeah, right, kid) to which she says, “Yeah, right, kid, tell me the truth.” The detective is wary and thinks the kid killed the aunt which is so fucking funny, I just have to say, this kid is such a small little baby who is so confused and he certainly didn’t kill a bitch. ANYWAY. Things keep escalating when Chucky makes Andy skip school and visit his old accomplice's house to blow the place up (with the dude inside). Now Andy is sent to the nuthouse because he says Chucky is alive and no one believes him! Chucky goes on a side quest and finds out his only shot at being human again is to become Andy (yikes).

Distraught about her son in a psych ward, Karen goes home with the doll and commands it to talk to her. Fucker doesn’t listen so she threatens to burn him over the fire, that gets him talking. Now she knows her son isn’t a liar. Ms. Barclay makes our detective listen to her by putting herself in danger and damn it if that doesn’t make me fall in love with her. We love a woman who will recklessly go after a mad man (or doll) because of their kid. Chucky goes after the detective who barely makes it out alive but now at least he believes.

Andy is locked up in the psych ward still and sees a spritely little Chucky parkour his way up the steps and into the hospital on his way up to get Andy. The doctors think the kid is off his nut and you feel this sense of helplessness for him because we know he is telling the truth!  Poor little Andy even has to watch a guy get electroshock therapy to death which I'm sure won’t scar him for life (it will). After narrowly avoiding capture at the hospital, Andy goes home to try and wait out his best fiend.

Like an unfriendly Santa, guess who comes down the chimney? None other than Chucky in the flesh, I mean, plastic. Chucky decks the kid in the head with a fucking baseball bat like it’s no big deal. UM. WACK. (Ha) He attempts to start the ritual but Mom and the detective come back in the nick of time. After a little more bat whacking on the detective, Chucky gets the Freddie Lounds special (a full fire cleansing) which STILL isn’t enough for this evil bastard. They have to shoot him in the heart and he barely goes down then. They are all safe (for now).

[softquietsteadylove]

Can I have your headcanon of Thenamesh in the movie pleaseee? 💌🫶 love yaaa😘

Original Thenamesh headcanons! I've got plenty, let's talk.

So...Arthur proposed. He had been in love with Thena for plenty long enough of course, and everyone just kind of thought...oh, that's...cute. Gilgamesh just laughed and laughed. He thought it was adorable, like when little kids say they'll get married when they grow up or something. Arthur did not like being laughed at in this situation.

Sprite did make up the Epic of Gilgamesh, but she added the bit about him being a tyrannical king and huge asshole after he ate some dessert she had been saving. Gil felt really bad that this would go down in history but he agreed to let it go. Thena did not; she threw Sprite into the ocean the next day. They can't drown, keep in mind, but Sprite doesn't like swimming.

None of them are great swimmers. The movie shows that they can, but really they should all sink like stones. Sprite, Druig and Phastos are the worst, but Thena isn't much better, just kind of claws and flails around.

Thena did manage to help Gil with the Deviant that found them all the way out in Australia. It was the first time she had fought in literal centuries but Gil got in somewhat of a tight spot and they pulled it off. So, when Sersi says "even Ikaris couldn't kill it" it really is funny. The old married couple handled it just fine.

Everyone thinks Thena was the one who sewed Gil's frilly cute apron, but Thena doesn't know how to sew. Gil sewed the initial 'kiss the chef' and the face. Thena told him he should add a personal touch to it, and then he added the flowers.

Thena is still a restless sleeper by nature, but if she's dealing with the aftermath of an episode, she's like a cat drugged up for a flight. She'll close her eyes and fall right asleep. Gil just picks her up and moves her when need be. She'll wake up eventually.

Thena loves tending to all the lizards she finds. She's like a princess in a fairy tale, except instead of cute little furry creatures they all have scales and cold blood. She doesn't get along with snakes, though.

Gil is always trying to discourage her but there's at least one or two scaly dudes hanging around the house. In fairness, she has let him take in a pet a few times throughout their hundreds of years together. It's not all the time, though. They die so quickly, and he gets sad about it, so she only says yes once every fifty years or so.

Ignoring certain events in the movie, Jack and Thena and Gil get along great together. Jack and Thena really do vibe. He thinks her powers are cool, and she doesn't dress up her words or keep things from him just because he's a kid. Likewise, Thena can tell pretty easily what Jack is thinking or feeling. The first time he calls her Aunt Thena is the first time she experiences cute aggression and wants to pinch his cheeks. She pinches Gil's instead.

They spend some time travelling after everything rather than rebuild the house right away. They do hit Fiji, and plenty of other places. Thena doesn't do well with cars or boats or anything but Gil gives her a little something for her nerves and lets her sleep. Dane freaks out when he sees her taking an entire bottle of benedryl but Sersi tells him it's fine, it's just for the train ride.

Thena and Dane get along surprisingly well. Dane grows more confident the more he can get used to her, and Sersi and Gil are just happy their partners are getting along. Thena thinks Dane is funny, and Dane actually kind of likes how direct and dry Thena can be.

The more they're out in the real world, the more Gil learns that men these days have the audacity. Thena is getting not just flirted with but harassed constantly, and he is not here for it. He's always been Gilgamesh "my wife" the Strongest Eternal, but it's time for him to truly enter his my wife era.

It takes a lot for him to get drunk, but also alcohol isn't the same as it was hundreds of years ago. Gil learns what shots are and starts challenging people to arm wrestling. Sersi tells him he can't because he'll kill them, or at best rip their arms off.

They travel the planet for quite some time, spending some with their family, maybe even a few years depending on the place. Then they're off again. Eventually they wonder if more of the galaxy is worth seeing too.

[nifreti-ii]

BEEN SUPER EXCITED FOR THE demo to come out, I’ve been following the blog for some time and I am very invested

SO EXCITED OMG

So have my thoughts as I played the game :>

(posting this a weeks after the game released SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS)

When you get saved by the call. I did start laughing when I heard the ringtone though

The red texts, I love it omg eheheheh

My ass do be panicking if I'm late, even by a minute T-T

VIX VIVI BABY BOY ugh am ded

Ash in the back acting like a cool kid~ (i wanna smack him, I dont care If I die)

My brain is whirling alarms looking at ash, the bad mojo is baaaaad

Ill think about ash later, I wanna look at my pookie

Im loving these sprites omg

Awww reese is a bubbly ray of sunshine (must protecc at all costs)

Ooo so many people aCK, I would be so frazzled 

Ooooh yaaaaaa ash is really good at pretending, poor fools

Lilac caring but also being so done, I love it

OH i wanna pinch vix’s cheeks UGH

Bruh vix freaking out and when we make eye contact warms my cold soul

Awww their so cute

OH NOOOOO IM AN AWFUL PERSON!! I declined the hangout and VIX LOOKED LIKE A KICKED PUPPY NOOOOOO

Im grabbing my chest I feel so awful wtf

Why did I have to choose the ‘be a dick’ route, I COULD BE NICE AND CALL IT A DAAAAY

WAAA i wanna hold them, vixie poo my loooove

TBH I HATE concerts, but vix gives such pookie vibes that I would go purely for him. I’ll wear my headphones and be miserable but seeing them makes it so WORTH IT UGH

In the end, IM DOWN BAAAAAAAD. I cant with the fact the vix turns towards you, the most disinterested look on his face till he sees you, AND THEN BLUSHES WHILE TURNING AWAY. They saw us and I could hear the flushed screaming in their head. I saw that shit and just thought ‘hmm, yes. I wish to keep that.’ Akjdgalhw 

Ash is a bitch. I have an aggressive need and want to annoy the fuck out of him. My mind drifts to giving him a shit-eating grin when no one is looking and pretending I never did it :>

I also love the group, They all seem so lovely!!!! I really wanna squeeze them all from how precious they seem to be T_T (i probably missed some thing, tis be the story of my life)

[tolkien-feels]

For the relationship Ask game, I have two choices for you, a platonic and a not (both featuring Daeron obviously):

Daeron/Maglor - 27, 84, 100

Daeron & Luthien as siblings - 22, 28, 46

Also feel free to just pick one of the numbers!

Daeron!! Daeron!! Daeron!!!!!

Daeron/Maglor

(A ship I began crackshipping when I first read the Silm and then I slipped and forgot that it's crack)

What other couple would your otp get along with?

I want to say Finrod and Amarie so bad you have no idea,,,,,,,

What timeline is this? Because I feel like the answer might be "Everyone they love is dead."

If we're talking earlier than that...... I'm listing characters in my mind and I swear every couple I can think of would hate or be hated by one of them or both??? I'm asking for thy lore and wisdom on this matter - who the hell can they hang out with without it being super stressful???

What would they write on their partner’s social media’s for their anniversary?

Oh, they're each uploading a very beautiful song written for that specific anniversary. Are they very in love? Are they just acknowledging their shared interest? Are they aggressively trying to outdo each other, sure that this is the year they will prove their unquestionable superiority over the other? Yes, all of the above for sure.

Who would get up on stage and make a fool of themselves just to make the other laugh?

Daeron. Maglor has the Finwean pride, he's not making a fool of himself for any reason in the world. Daeron, though, might actively find it fun, if for no other reason than Maglor looking more embarrassed in the audience than he himself is on stage.

Daeron & Luthien

How do their personalities compliment each other?

You know in fairy tales when you have a boy and a girl? Hansel and Gretel, Gerda and Kai, Irene and Curdie, that kind of story? They're the grown up version of that. Alternatively, have you ever read His Dark Materials? They're each other's daemons. Does that make any sense? Like, they're so in tune with each other, their mutual devotion is off the charts, but they're very different in pretty much every way you could name. Not necessarily opposites, just dissimilar.

Who likes to prank the other?

Luthien can very convincingly promise she's never pranked Daeron in her life (she absolutely has, but she's the queen of loopholes and technicalities.) It's not something she does often but it's definitely happened before.

Who loves kids more?

Daeron on the other hand does prank Luthien fairly often, but they're the most harmless pranks in the world, it's so cute. Having said that, he puts his intelligence into it, so the pranks are essentially impossible to see coming, no matter how often he's proved Luthien can't fully trust him.

And you didn't ask but I'll add one if my own

They both do, but children love Daeron more. Luthien is a born mom friend and children don't appreciate that :/

Who makes the other a flower crown?

They regularly make flower crowns for each other and that's so important actually, they look like forest sprites.

[whetstonefires]

For the ask meme tell me about my blorbos-in-law: FFVII

This is really the ideal kind of fandom for an askgame like this, I feel--25 years old, active but not vigorous, a little sprawling and ungainly but not hopelessly vast. XD Because they are your in-laws I will explain more than usual so I'm not just blorbing at you.

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most) I...honestly don't know the answer to this. I have gone through assorted character-centric phases where there was a clear answer to this, and I am not in one now. I've been working on the next chapter of Top Guide this week which is heavily into being a Tifa pov fic, so I guess on a technicality the answer is presently a firm Tifa.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped) I'm...okay, breaking it down, the thing is I think this is probably Cloud for me but I'm very uncomfortable with this because I'm a passionate enemy of the fandom trend toward infantilizing Cloud whenever he isn't actively being built up as The Kickass Protag. I hate that. Cloud was canonically already a rude asshole when he was 8. How do you people make 'shy twink' this dehumanizing and could you stop forever please, it's not even accurate. I might just go for Baby Sephiroth to sidestep the whole issue. I cannot resist small Sephiroth ever. I want to dress him up in little outfits.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave) Lol Angeal Hewley. He's a major emotional lynchpin of the tragic prequel game but the Crisis Core writers just. Did not make time in their process to figure out what he was thinking or doing any time he was not actually onscreen. This despite the fact that he went through most of the epic emotional breakdown that takes him from 'Reliable Mentor Figure' to 'Forces You To Assist His Suicide With Your Sword' while offscreen. But they just. They didn't make an effort! He just pingpongs from one appearance to the next having a plot-driving mental health collapse with no psychological continuity whatsoever! His narcissist of a best friend who drives both the plot and the mental breakdown with his own crazed schemes gets his motives dug into in the course of investigating his ongoing crimes, and talks at grandiose emotional length about what he's doing and why, making him easy to relate to despite the vast gulf between 'what he's upset about' (being a genetic experiment misled by the corporate government and now dying of congenital problems) and 'what he's doing as a result' (mass murder) but Angeal is like. Conspicuously a narrative prop. He's like those dogs they put in movies just to kill them off cheap, except he also talks and has a Legacy and emotional torment and shit. It's hilarious. He is my boy. ...Tifa also in a different way, tho. But I already did jyl in that mode.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week) Okay so because of the format of this series anyone who appears in more than one installment is a fan favorite, either because squeenix only brought them back due to their popularity or because everyone got so excited to see them again. So I'm gonna be like...people who probably won't be in the Remake but I wish. Let's see. There's these two brown young women with ponytails in the Corelian refugee camp who have the same sprite model and live in different shanties, one of them with a little child and old man who don't look related, and in my head they're sisters and I made up a lot of vibes about their family situations. I want them to recognizably turn up and actually be sisters. Not going to happen lol. More attainably, I like those kids in Kalm who talk about the ongoing ecological collapse and their conflicted feelings on it more straightforwardly than any of the adults in the game manage, I hope we hear from them again. Such a great reality check those kids. Wait no! Chekhov the Pagoda Guardian! A named absolute nobody I will be delighted to see again. Bring her and her paralysis ability back. Fucking love that the. Pagoda ninjas. Have Russian names for no reason. OH SHIT WAIT. I HAVE REMEMBERED. MY MAXIMAL GLUP SHITTO. So in the Temple of the Ancients Sephiroth tells you to behold the murals and I thought it was a hint about hints to the upcoming puzzles so I did, very carefully, but actually he was just being dramatic for no reason. Also there are no puzzles that was a lie. But anyway they're a narrative triptych showing the (egyptian-styled) Ancients using the Black Materia to summon a meteor in an explanation for why you should not do this, and there's a dude I think is meant to be a greedy king it's getting summoned onto, and then a lot of people on fire, and I have thoughts about that and Shinra and Midgar and the whole terrorism part of the narrative and how Sephiroth frees the main cast from the moral bind of being unable to break the chains of capitalism through violence without inflicting massive civilian casualties by crushing the capital city of capitalism with a huge space rock BUT ANYWAY the summoning is done by a trio, in the first panel, or possibly by one person with two dudes for moral support, and I'm so interested in the implied historical figure of Woman Holding Superweapon. What's her story?? Why did she do it? Was she prepared for the results? Did she die in the fallout? Was she sorry??? Mural lady from thousands of years ago who are you? Which weird geological feature did your ill-advised meteor-summoning create? Was it the bottomless lagoon? (I think it was the bottomless lagoon that forever swallows the ocean in a physics-obliterating massive waterfall and nobody cares.)

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave) Okay this is a meowmeow infested fandom lol. Angeal might count on grounds of pathetic and unpopular but that's not really how I vibe with him? I'm very invested in Sephiroth's mental damage and in the idea of how you could have constructed a Sephiroth who was less Like That, but this is something the games actively encourage in the player, and which over half the fanbase concurs with me on. There is no true controversy here. The conflict tends to arise around how to correctly interpret Sephiroth's...deal. The controversial meowmeows are all guys who piss me off to hell, because they are all smug bastards who clearly know exactly what they are doing to other people and just feel this is okay, actually, because. They and their desires are more important. Than other people's entire existences. Sephiroth sometimes acts like this but only after he loses his mind, which is the point of intrigue. He's an unreliable narrator to say the least and we know both a lot and nothing about his biography. How exactly did you break, my man? That's meowmeow material right there.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason) Rufus fucking Shinra. How do you introduce yourself with a smug monologue about how you're going to show you're better than your father by replacing his crypto-fascism with unapologetic naked fascism because you think that's cheaper and more badass, and then become popular? How does nobody care that you put Tifa in a gas chamber on live television as a publicity stunt in the attempt to maintain your political power in the face of the apocalypse? Just because you have a white longcoat and dramatic poses like Seto Kaiba and are apparently incapable of fear, why do people like you. Fuck you. You should have stayed blown up by that giant laser return-fire. The kaiju who killed you could sense your murder vibes a hundred miles away. What is that. Die. The wheelchair moment in the movie was fucking epic tho. I'll give you that.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell) I'm very predictable on these! There's so many villains tho. Gonna send...gonna send Hojo to eeby-deeby superhell because they brought him back as a computer ghost for DoC and that's just not on. Forbidden. You were super dead, man. You turned yourself into a science monster and then we shot you so many times. I feel like there are as many main cast who have been tortured by Hojo personally as have not, although this is technically an exaggeration. Also he manages to achieve the rank of Worst Dad against some stiff competition. Superhell for Hojo for 1000 years.

[burntuakrisp]

Friday Night Funkin: Vs Your Boyfriend/YB week mod dialogue (Fan made)

I know I already posted a link to this story, but I wanted to keep sharing it so I decided to share it again on here. Minors stay away.

Okay so first I want to explain some things. Over the past few days, I have decided to look at other fandoms that have had mods connected to FNF. Like the Happy Tree Friends fandom, thanks to the Flippy Mod. But recently I have discovered another fandom of a game that has my interest. It’s a visual novel called “Your Boyfriend” and it has got me hooked. It has a male Yandere who's cute as he is deadly.

Warning: This game is an erotic horror game, so minors should stay away, please respect the creator's wish and do not interfere with it. No minors allowed.

That being said, I want a mod of this guy, like really want it. Just so I can have an excuse to add him to the ever-growing mod lore that fnf has. The creator even made some sprites for a possible mod involving him. https://y0urb0yfriend.tumblr.com/post/652837913968672768/whats-up-nerds-im-making-the-animation-assets-for

But I have no time nor patience to make one. So I thought I could make dialogue for possible cutscenes for the nonexistent mod.

Sorry if I get this guy out of character, the game is not complete yet. sadly

Plus its literally Boyfriend vs Boyfriend.

So I hope you enjoy it.

Cutscene 1:

(Background cuts to Park, with a white bench.)

YB/Peter: Oh, Y/N, there you are. I was wondering where you went, darling-

???: Bep

YB/Peter turns to see Boyfriend with his trademark blue hair and microphone. Next to him is Girlfriend, sitting on top of the speakers as she always does.

YB/Peter: What the- Who are you?

Boyfriend: Bep Boop Ska boop beep.

YB/Peter: a rap battle? Well if you insist. Maybe I can impress my darling Y/N that way.

Song 1: (the song is a typical romantic sounding, with some minor off beats to give a slightly off feeling. YB/Peter is holding a microphone in one of his hands. In the other, he has a red rose. He is looking directly at the player as he sings. Boyfriend and Girlfriend are the same as they always been in these rap battles, with Boyfriend singing while Girlfriend bobs her head to the music. The song ends.

Cutscene 2: YB/Peter’s face looks a lot angrier as he looks at Boyfriend. YB grits his teeth as it now reveals his teeth are razor sharp and there are many of them.

YB/Peter: Why you little! How? How did I lose!? That was uncalled for, you little brat!

Boyfriend: Skee bop bo bep.

YB/Peter: My head does not look like a Golfball! And I don’t know what a Whitty is!!

YB/Peter: Okay, round 2, and this time I will not let you shame me in front of my darling Y/N!

Boyfriend: Ske boop bo po. (Boyfriend is confused as he does not know who “Y/N” is)

Song 2: the song is faster and tenser, with the off beats being much more frequent. YB/Peter grits his sharp teeth as he looks at Boyfriend and back to the player with a slightly more calm expression, before looking back at Boyfriend with anger. The hand that holds the red rose is being held so tight that it starts to bleed. But YB/Peter is too mad at Boyfriend as he sings. Boyfriend and Girlfriend do not care about YB/Peter’s anger. The song ends.

Cutscene 3: YB/Peter is beyond furious as he grips the rose so tight that the rose is completely wilted.

YB/Peter: Why you little pest!! How dare you mock me!!! Just who do you think you are!!!

Boyfriend: Skee dop bop...

YB/Peter: Your name...is Boyfriend....?

YB/Peter: .....

YB/Peter: hahaha.

YB/Peter: Hahaha!

YB/Peter: (face becomes crazed with teeth flaring like crazy.) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YB/Peter: I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE!!! YOU ARE COMPETITION!!!

Boyfriend: (scared face) Boop.

YB/Peter: YOU ARE TRYING TO TAKE Y/N FROM ME!!! THAT'S WHY YOU CHALLENGED ME TO A STUPID RAP BATTLE!!! SO YOU COULD SHAME ME IN FRONT OF THE ONE I LOVE!!!

Boyfriend: (Aggressively beeps to tell him that is not true.)

YB/Peter: DON'T PLAY ME FOR A FOOL, YOU SON OF A B-! I'll have no choice but to teach you a lesson in knowing your place!!

YB/Peter: You and your little whore!!!

YB/Peter pulls out his knife and the screen cuts to red as the sound of the knife cutting something is heard, as well as the scream of a female. When the red fades out, what happened can be seen. Girlfriend is still sitting on the speakers but the lower half of her leg that usually crossed over has now been cut off, leaving a stump that is bleeding over the speakers. YB/Peter is holding the bloody knife in the hand that the microphone used to be. In his other hand where the rose used to be, he is holding Girlfriend's severed leg, bleeding drop after drop on the ground. YB/Peter's face and body are splattered with blood, but YB/Peter doesn't care as he has a psychotic blood lustful look on his face as he stares at Boyfriend.

YB/Peter: Now do you get it, Runt?

Boyfriend: (looks at Girlfriend)

Boyfriend: GIRLFRIEND!!!!!

YB/Peter: Not so tough now!!!! Looking for this!!!

Boyfriend: (Face is seething with Rage)

YB/Peter: Oh you want it back, then come on and face me!!! Y/N WILL be mine and there is nothing you can do to stop it!!!

Boyfriend: You...BASTARD!!!!!!

Song 3: Time for the bullet hell song that hurts your fingers. Boyfriend's face is filled with tears and hatred as he sings. Girlfriend, despite her leg being cut off and bleeding, is still bopping her head to the music. YB/Peter has a maniac look on his blood-splattered face as he sings. In one of the poses, YB/Peter seems to be biting or licking Girlfriend's leg, as to mock Boyfriend.

The song ends and the mod is over. I couldn't think of an ending.

[wornoutmouse]

Baby Daddy Shigaraki fanfic pt2

It was a miracle that no one questioned the name put down when Shigaraki had to sign the birth certificate. You summed it up as fearing for their lives but it could be many things you try to convince yourself as the reality of your new life truly set in.

The after birth pain, though constant, was numbed whenever you looked down on your son's face. He had yet to do anything more than sleep, much to your annoyance. And was aggressive when breastfeeding  much to Shigaraki's enjoyment, "Just like his father." 

Dabi was the second one to hold Daiki after Komugiri but the look of horror on his face when you fully released the baby into his arms was one that deeply concerned you. "It's breathing." He whispered to you eyes wide.

You signal for Komugiri to stand close behind Dabi just in case he really lost it. "Yeah Dabi.....he is breathing...cause that's what living things do." 

Time skip

You sigh as you finally set Daiki down inside his new bed for a nap. His small face looked so delicate surrounded by soft lavender blankets. His whole room theme was a soft purple as preferred by Komugiri. 

You closed the door till there was only a sliver of light coming in just in case he woke up again, then you headed to your living room. 

Shigaraki sat on the couch shirtless and flicking through TV channels. "Why are you still here?" You ask as you walk to the kitchen to find your tea. "What do you mean?" You stir four teaspoons of sugar into your coffee. "I got Daiki under control, you don't have inconvenience yourself."

Tomura flicked through the channels once again. "You and Daiki are not an inconvenience, you're both my responsibility now." You release the spoon causing it to clink loudly against your ceramic cup. "I don't want you to force yourself to be here, you've obviously proved that you don't really want to be apart of this."

"Y/N come on now this again?!" "Yes this again!" Shigaraki groaned scratching idly at his neck. "I've already missed the hidden trailer off Daiki's life I'm not going to miss the prequel sequel." You groan softly, "Stop talking in video game terms you know I don't understand!"

Shigaraki stands up and walks to the kitchen now leaving only the island separating you. "Look you can hate me all you want, I don't care, hell I'm used to it. But you are not keeping me from my son." You shudder at the tone Tomura spoke at.

There were very few times when you've heard this voice and luckily it was never directed to you. This voice meant that what he said was final and he would not go back on it no matter who got in his way. "I would love to have you in his life Tomura, but I don't want what comes with it." You finally say, making Tomura throw his hands up in defeat.

"What do you expect me to do woman?! Make him tag along on "Bring your child to work day?" You turn away trying to contain your annoyance in fear of waking up the baby. "I'm giving you one chance to get your shit together, don't mess it up." Behind you, you could hear the steady steps of Tomura retreating, "And I'm giving you a chance to see how stupid you're being right now."

Before he completely walked away he stopped, "I am going to check on Daiki since it seems like he's the only one that appreciates my efforts."

Once you heard the familiar creak of Daiki's bedroom door you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. "How did I get like this?" 

It of course was on a Saturday, as all good stories do. You were working a waitress job at Denny's as a way to earn some pocket money for your first year in Japan. 

"Table 3 we got your Bourbon Chicken skillet, Fish and chips, two waters, and a cherry sprite." Your say setting down all your items before walking to the booth next to them. 

"Hello welcome to Denny's, what can I get for you all tonight?" Dabi at the time, had a nonchalant hand over Twice's mouth most likely to stop his internal bickering. Komugiri was navigating the kids menu with a then 15 year old Toga. Spike ordered some Fish and Chips as per usual and Shigaraki was starting at your tits.....

Shigaraki was staring at your tits.....

He was STARING- I think you get the point

"Hey birthday bitch what are you ordering?" Dabi said snapping Tomura back to the present. "Uh.. get me a steak skewer." Dabi gasped, "I spent all my time and hard work scrounging up money and you get a damn steak skewer for your birthday?!" 

The five stages of grief came over you internally as you had been standing there way past your recommended time. "If you guys aren't ready to order, I'll just come back-" 

"No no no, we are ready. Can we get chicken on a stick with a side of grapes and fries for the young lady. Steak and eggs for me...Dabi? Dabi leaned back simultaneously releasing twice. "We would like a 3-egg omelette-with some cock!" 

You didn't get paid enough for this.

"I'll get you the omelette but I'm afraid I'm out of stock for that last part." You smirk, putting down the orders so far. Dabi snapped the menu shut, "Do y'all have chicken tenders?" Dabi asked, looking at you hopefully. You nod and he fist bumped Twice for some unforeseen reason. 

"Uh get crusty over there a Supreme Sizzling Skillet." "Wait why can all of you get chicken but I can't?!" You wrote down the orders and glanced at Shigaraki who was now looking directly at you as if you held all the answers. "Okay for drinks?"

   As you got off work, you took the back alley entrance to the bus stop. "Hey." Your scream and toss a punch into the darkness effectively making skin to skin contact. "Ow what the fuck?!" "What do you mean what the fuck you're the rapist!"

Shigaraki's signature light blue hair appeared from the shadows almost glowing from the dim alley light. "Rapist? No, I'm more on the lines of stalker." You stand there for a moment rethinking your life choices. "Yeah okay well I'm going to go-" "Wait!" 

You feel half of a hand grip onto your wrist stopping you in your place. "I uh... Think you're cute and, ah crap what did Dabi tell me to say?!" 

As he mulled over his choice of words you hesitantly reach into your purse for pepper spray. "Uh I was wondering if I could get to know you?" He finally ended off staring at you expectantly. You looked back at him expectantly.

"I know this seems creepy but I'm not exactly good at talking to people that are not my friends so you're kinda boss level interaction." For a while your stare at each other as the cold fall wind blew past the two if you. Giving up, you sighed and pulled out a price of paper, "Look, if I wake up tomorrow and none of my underwear is missing and window is not mysteriously open, I'll give you a call, but don't expect it!"

And he didn't expect it. To your surprise, you never found any ominous signs of entry into your substitute home, and he never 'conveniently' showed up at your job. 

Even so, the very fact that you called him was during a moment of weakness. You were extremely home sick and you had just moved into your new home that was only equipped with a fully furnished bedroom and a microwave. 

When you heard the hesitant knock on the door you quickly put your cup of noodles down and opened the door. In your face was a rose...a single rose in a pot. 

Thats different

"It was short notice and it's not like any flower places were open.... So I stole it." You gingerly take the plant into your hands, "It's the thought that counts (?) Come in." You shut the door behind him and set the plant in the kitchen. 

"You must forgive the dryness of my home, I just moved in so there isn't much going on." Tomura hummed as he felt his bones relax as the warmth of the house filled his body. You stared at each other for a while, awkwardly sweating back and forth. Finally, you both opened your mouth to speak up.

"I didn't know I'd get this far so.."

You blink at each other before you double over with laughter. "Uh okay, well how about we watch a movie, get comfortable. The TV is in my room so I hope that doesn't bother you." 

You put on Wall-E for lack of better mood as Tomura hesitantly settled on your plush bed, hands clasped tightly between his thighs.

You two watch these movie in silence and shared popcorn. It wasn't awkward silence though, it was needed. A unspoken message saying that you both acknowledged that this was weird but it was a good weird. Both of you were willing to give it a try.

"Hey pass the popcorn." Tomura said blindly patting the air in front of you. "No you've ate most of it already!" You opted to keeping the bag as far as possible. "It's good popcorn now hand it over." You continue to resist but he was more stubborn.

Unable to think of any other way to save your beloved popcorn you clench your eyes shut and deliver a small peck to the tip of Shigaraki's nose. 

Almost as if shocked, he slides away holding his nose gently. You huff with airy laughter at his flushed face, "Told you, this is my popcorn." 

You smile softly at the memory wiping away a stray tear from your face. "One chance... I'll give him one chance."

You tiptoe to Daiki's new room and peek inside. It was too dark for you to see inside so you opened the door completely. You blankly look into the empty room before falling to your knees. "SHIGARAKI TOMURA I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" You scream into the night air as you glared into the baby less crib.

"Man are you sure you should have him here? He's still a newborn and nothing's baby proof, hell this is a bar so it's far from sanitary!" Dabi said glancing into the baby carriage. Daiki sleepily gazed up at Dabi and babbled. 

"Y/N and I are going through a small set back so I decided to give her some space." Tomura unclipped Daiki from his carseat and picked him up holding his head in a four fingered hold. "We decided to give her some space isn't that right?" He cooed at Daiki who gingerly hit his nose.

"Dude stop, seeing you with a baby is giving me the creeps." Shigaraki glared as Dabi took a shot, "Ignore your uncle Dabi he's just mad he's not as cute as you."

Komugiri was washing dishes until a shiver went down his mystical spine, "I feel a disturbance in the force.

[beanmaster-pika]

psst, if ur also doing the blorbo fandom ask thing,,,, may i request twewy

Technically I am not but who am I to stop myself from taking the opportunity to talk about twewy

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

Probably Josh!! I love twewy for the plot and characters AND the worldbuilding and hoohoohoo Josh is literally the second most powerful being in the UG (with the first being Literal Angel Hanekoma). I'm fascinated by the implications of his position and his powers and how they tie him to the City and how he and Shibuya influence each other. How much does his mental state affect how well his City thrives? How is he affected in turn by his people? I'm also obsessed with I think fanon having him like. Literally Compose Music that makes up the City. That's the good stuff. And even without all that just look at him! He's just a little bastard but also there's so much depth there. He's implied to have killed himself to enter the UG. He nearly destroyed his City because he thought it was becoming too homogenous and stagnant (and also because he's implied to have been depressed and wanted to destroy himself, which, like, *gestures wildly at how the hell do the composer and the city affect each other*) but in the end changed his mind because he saw how Neku changed over the course of just three weeks, no longer the same boy he chose as his proxy because of a similar hostility towards the world, and in Neku changing he saw that he and his City too could change, and this one person whom he'd trusted to prove his point just went through so much personal growth that Josh had no choice but to concede that destruction wasn't the answer and have the faith to keep going. But also he is a little bastard.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

Can I say both the Bito siblings? Rhyme is already the baby of the group and Beat is just really good. He's got the biggest heart I think! Even though he and Neku didn't get along that well at first, it was plain to see how much he cared about Rhyme and he got on great with Shiki! And unlike Neku who's going through a revolution in worldview, Beat's arc is learning to accept himself despite his own shortcomings. You're doing good, Beat. Also his and Rhyme's combined sprites in week 2 are super cute!!

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

I'm not familiar with the community's general takes so I'll just say the Bito siblings again. I dunno man I just think they're neat 🥔 They have a really good dynamic with Beat's expressiveness and Rhyme's calmer nature, but at heart they're both pretty wise in their own ways? Also fascinated by the aftereffects of Rhyme's stint as a Noise.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

KEN DOI, MISTER RAMEN DON HIMSELF. Like what was his parallel world self doing but also in general?? He's running a ramen shop and the special ingredient is love for the craft. I loved the ramen don side quest. I just think he is also neat 🥔

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

I'm stuck between Josh and Minamimoto, but I feel like Minamimoto is winning out solely for the meow meow pun. I can't really call either of them pathetic--after all, Josh took control of the city when he was 15, and Minamimoto is supposed to be the youngest reaper officer in history (since APPARENTLY reapers stay the same age they died I've always assumed they meant chronologically youngest because you Cannot tell me there isn't a kid running around the UG somewhere who's a reaper officer, so it took him the shortest amount of time to climb the ranks after his death in comparison to everyone else) and just a step behind Kitaniji--nor can I call them unpopular, but I feel like there's Definitely discourse somewhere and I just haven't seen it yet. Josh wanted to destroy his city and Minamimoto did shoot at a teenager. I've been in fandom long enough to know how this plays out. However! I think the most important thing about a poor little meow meow is that despite the discourse they're funny and Josh lives in a sewer and Minamimoto makes abstract art out of garbage and unironically yells math puns like a nerd (affectionate).

Alternatively: Uzuki. Did she kill a child? Yes. Was she a girlboss? Also yes (joking).

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

. I don't tend to write or draw angst but if I had to choose. Sorry Neku. If it's any consolation Josh would also put you under horse plinko.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

Week 2 Makoto.

[anistarrose]

undertale/deltarune for the bleme (blorbo meme) owo

owo!

this is gonna be a little more Deltarune-centric than Undertale, mostly because I’ve had Chapter 2 on the brain since it came out

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

Kris!! like, in some ways we don’t know a lot about them but in other ways we know so much about them, and what we do know is all conveyed in such interesting ways that leave me wanting more — I want to know more about their relationships with all the Holidays and with Catti, and how much they know about the bunker, and how much they know about the red soul —

also “high schooler whose few friendships are all kind of... distant and ill-maintained, at best” like they start out as in Ch. 1 kind of resonated with me, even if I was the complete opposite type of lonely teen when I was their age. it’s really fulfilling to see them find people they click with, even if the circumstances prompting it are weird as hell.

honorable mention to Susie though because she’s another sad teen with a character arc I adore, and also because she’s approaching Papyrus levels of underdiscussed mysterious features. and there’s nothing I love more than a character who’s emotionally grounded but also mysterious as hell

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

no one more shaped than Ralsei. love my suspicious, suspicious boy who sure knows Something we don’t.

still trust him because he has a mullet in some sprites. weird dudes with mullets have never betrayed me

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

can I say, like, specifically a character in a specific timeline? because post-Pacifist Flowey — the Flowey we get to see in the alarm clock dialogue — makes me feel a lot of things. like, that kid has been through so much, and he’s making baby steps but I’m genuinely proud of him. he’s implied to still be friends with Papyrus. I choose to believe he’s still friends with Frisk.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

okay look he's not obscure but. specifically Deltarune's version of Papyrus. we have so little to go on and he occupies so many of my braincells. the one line of flavor text at his door in Chapter 2 still haunts me. when will my other deeply, deeply suspicious boy (this time with honestly like a genuine 10% chance of being the Knight) return from the war

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

Berdly is a nerd and a gamer (derogatory) but the (derogatory) has an (affectionate) after it in even smaller parenthesis. I want to watch him get bopped off speedrun leaderboards.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

taking this in a lighter direction but I will torment Papyrus the way Sans does, with bad jokes and wacky musical cues and dirty laundry and an absolute disaster of a living area

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

I’d say Gaster, but... I think he already sent himself there?

[kiame-sama]

Could you do a forced lemon for zeno because I lowkey have to admit that he's hot asf please and thank you 🥰

Warnings; Drugged Reader, descriptive lemon, non-con lemon, yandere behavior, manipulative behavior, age difference, obsessive behavior,

~~~~~~~~

How? How was this possible? What form of nen manipulation was being put on him to make him see... Her?

He had only glanced in her direction once as she passed by and that was all he needed to know. Looking just like she had all those years ago when he last saw her alive. Before she had been taken from him far too soon. He remembered every distinct detail about her lovely (e/c) eyes and how they lit up when she smiled that sweet exhausted smile as she gently cradled their newborn son. Her body was spent and her only goal was to hold on long enough to hold her son before the sheer force of giving birth squeezed the last few beats from her heart.

It has been quite a while since that day, when his heart was wrenched from his chest in such a brutal way. He survived the pain, where his father before him had not. He lived on, raising Silva and hiding his mourning away from the world and from himself. But every ache, every pulse of blood, every fragmented memory he had shoved away came back in full force the moment his eyes landed on her.

It just couldn't be. He had to know. He had to find out.

He had gone first to Gotoh, learning what he could from the bits of information he had to go off of. Her name was still the same as it was all those years ago, (y/n). Even going as far as to compare a picture of his lost beloved with this new creature who had captured his attention, a perfect match. It was becoming increasingly clear that it truly was her. It was his (y/n). He didn't know how and he didn't honestly care. All that mattered was that she was back.

He almost believed it too good to be true, needing conformation from his grandfather who also agreed with his assumption. His (y/n) had been reborn and she had been in his reach for so long he was ashamed in himself for not noticing earlier. Apparently she had been working for the family for a year already and he only now noticed who she was.

She wasn't slipping away from him ever again. He may have aged and tried to carry on without her, but she looked as if she hadn't aged a day. She was still his young and spritely wife. He didn't know if she would remember him, as it was truly a life time ago for her when they last shared a moment together. That craving he had ignored for so long was gnawing aggressively at his mind, clawing to get free and to sink its teeth into her once more.

He needed to ensure that his little dove couldn't fly away from him the moment he sprang his trap so he decided to go to an extreme. She would forgive him eventually for what he planned to do. It would be cruel to make him wait longer than he already has in order to hold her at his side again, feeling her warm body against his own.

Changing schedules around was easy enough, no one brave enough to question him about the sudden changes he put into motion. The week would run her ragged, leaving her exhausted and in need of serious rest when it finally rolled around to his assignment for her. Something peaceful and boring. Sorting through old books that have already been gathered for her.

Just to ensure that she would be willing and defenseless, he already planned the perfect blend of chemicals to put into the tea he was going to offer her. It would make her such an easy target as it would force her into submission and make her so bothered that she won't try to say 'no' when he finally makes his move. He didn't care how morally wrong it was, he was just elated it was possible. He would have his only love back by his side after so many years without her.

A soft knock on the door rang through the room, right on schedule.

"Come in."

"Yes, sir."

A shiver ran down his spine as he heard her lovely voice call out, trying to not seem as hungry for her in order to keep her calm. When she entered the room, her eyes were cast towards the ground, refusing to meet his own. He was almost angry about it before he remembered that all staff were trained to keep their eyes on the floor out of respect. She looked exhausted, just as he had planned, and she seemed ready to fall asleep at any moment.

To some extent, he felt sorrow for putting his darling dove through such a rigorous week, but soon she would never have to work again. Soon, he can take her for himself and make sure to treat her like a queen, just as she deserves to be. She will never have to worry about working or trying to avoid the family, since she was to become his wife once again.

"Sit."

"Yes, sir."

"Your task is to organize these books."

"Yes, sir. Right away."

He wanted to scowl, pleased she was being so obedient but displeased she was so formal with him. Perhaps that would change and she would return to her sharp tongued self, snapping at him any moment she could get. The prospect of being able to tame her once again was an exciting one, looking forward to that innocent little blush of her's.

It only took a moment for him to realize he was still staring and to move his gaze away, not wanting to make her suspicious of him. He allowed her to work in silence as he held open a book in front of him, keeping an eye on the time and occasionally turning a page. It was clear that the rigorous week was beginning to affect her as she sorted through the books. She fought to keep her eyes open but it was clearly growing increasingly hard for her to do so.

She snapped to attention the moment the door opened, another staff member carrying in two cups of Jasmine tea, setting them down and quickly leaving without a word. It was almost laughable how easy it was to slip the mixture of medicine into the drink farthest from him without her noticing. She was focused exclusively on the task he had given her, trying to force herself to remain awake.

"Tea?"

"Hm? Oh, yes. Thank you, sir."

It was so cute watching her flustered expression as he spoke to her, seeing that sweet tint of color in her cheeks. She was unaware of his staring as she took a long drink from the cup of tea sitting nearest to her, gently setting it down as she returned to her work. He couldn't stop the triumphant grin that pulled at his lips, knowing it won't be long now.

It barely took a handful of minutes before her eyes were closing, head drooping slightly to one side as the drugs took full effect on her exhausted body. He can finally have her back in his arms, where she belongs. Her sweet and peaceful expression made him want to take her here and now, but his queen shouldn't be taken savagely on a couch. No. She should be wrapped in only the finest cloth and laid out on the softest bed, treated like the most delicate and precious treasure in the world.

He had to control himself as much as possible despite the fact that his darling was a lovely siren's song to his senses. Her body was warm and her scent was irresistible to him, making him reach his room in record time.

Everything was already set up for her arrival, the softest of blankets, plush over-stuffed pillows, new robes, new clothes, new bed, everything. It was all for her.

Of course, she will likely be scared when she awakens as she would be in a new environment and not where she last was. She will also likely be similar to a cornered animal, ready to lash out and escape the very moment it is presented to her. This is why he had a diamond chain added to the room, long enough to move around the room and bathroom freely, but not long enough to escape.

It would merely be a training tool until she calms down and accepts her new place by his side. Once she is docile and submissive enough to him, the chain will come off. The collar he had picked out especially for her will remain on until she proves she can be completely trusted. Until that point, it will serve as a reminder that she will be tethered back up if she acts out or retaliates.

But first things first...

It took only a flick of his wrist to rip open the suit jacket and dress-shirt she wore. It didn't look bad on her, but the sight that lay underneath was nothing short of a divine blessing. Her soft flesh beneath his fingers sent a carnal lust into his very being, as if a match had been struck and his flesh set ablaze.

She was everything he remembered... Her shapely breasts perched on her ribs, her soft stomach... Even as he ran his fingers over her delicate skin he couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation. Slowly sliding off her black dress-pants, his heart began to thunder in his chest as more of her delectable flesh was revealed. Her hips lightly twitch beneath the soft drag of his nails skating over her lower stomach, closer and closer to his desired target.

Removing her underclothes took even less effort as they tore beneath his finger-tips, leaving her entire body on display just for him. His angelic darling... His beautiful dove.

It took all of his will-power to not take her then and there, knowing a few more things needed to be done first. Her collar was a perfect fit and beautifully complimented her warm skin, hugging her throat in such a way that it wouldn't take long for her to adjust to the feeling. Her figure was divine in the loose kimono he had gotten her, the sheer black fabric hugged her curves in such a way that it only accented her body, still showcasing the skin beneath.

He still had time before the drugs in the mixture responsible for keeping her asleep wore off, knowing that he should enjoy the peace now as she will take time to train. He would be able to enjoy all of her without hassle once he fully bent her to his will, but this moment is the only time he will be able to do as he wishes untill she's fully obedient.

He won't let anything keep him from his (y/n). Even death couldn't keep them apart. He's held himself back from ravaging her for long enough.

It had been ages since he last got to taste his wife so of course he had to begin with her soft pussy. Zeno started by slowly pushing up the expensive fabric until her warm heat was exposed to the cold air, sinking his tongue in as deeply as possible into her. She was every bit as delicious as he remembered her being and more.

Her soft little hole was so tight he knew she was completely untouched, just as it should be. He would be the only one ever allowed to stretch that small entrance, his cock would be the only thing ever allowed inside. He moaned ever so softly against her heat, savoring that mouth-watering taste with every slow lick.

Her breathing vaguely changed, becoming slightly more labored as he continued feasting on her sweet juices. She was just so damn good... He never knew he would be able to have his darling back in his arms like this. It seems some wishes really do come true.

He slowly eased two fingers into his love, tongue instead moving up so he could happily suck on her sensitive clit. A gasp came from her soft lips as she responded in her drugged state to the pleasure Zeno was giving her. He continued to work his fingers into her, stretching her tight walls in preparation.

Zeno knew she would wake soon, so he wanted to get all of the prep out of the way first. There was no doubt in his mind that his darling love would be afraid, confused, and likely hostile, so stretching her while she was still unconscious was the best move. He continued to lick up her sweet juices, knowing he would have to wait a while yet to taste them once his (y/n) awoke.

Her slight stirring and increased responses to the pleasure running through her veins told Zeno just how close his (y/n) was to waking. He slowly removed his fingers from her core and gave one last long lick over the entirety of her heat, then pulled back from her to allow her to wake slowly. Though he didn't want to wait for any amount of time longer to be able to feel her, he knew waking to such actions would leave a lasting and negative impact on her.

A soft hum escaped (y/n)'s lips as she began to stir, eyes slowly opening.

Fuck. She looked magnificent. Her confused expression as she tried to take in her surroundings almost make him chuckle, knowing that soon the other drugs he gave her would begin to affect her.

Her eyes widened as she became more alert, hand immediately on the collar around her neck. She sat up quickly, pulling at the collar before she realized she was also in such revealing clothes, choosing instead to cover herself with her hands. As she tried to find an answer for the strange way she has awoken, her eyes came to rest on Zeno. He had been watching her and gauging her reactions silently, coming up with the best way to tame her.

"Ma-master Zeno? What- what's going on? Why am I- why am I chained?"

"Because I want you to be."

"But... Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry, please forgive me!"

"You did nothing wrong, (y/n)."

"Then why..?"

"Because I don't want to let you fly away, my dove."

The fear was clear in her young (e/c) eyes as she stared at the elder assassin before her, hyperventilating slightly in terror. Zeno continued to watch his darling piece everything together- or at least, do the best her drug hazed mind could to piece things together.

He lifted a hand slowly towards her, frowning slightly when she flinched away from him, shaking as he gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. Her little heart-beat fluttered in her veins beneath his fingers, her skin slowly warming up as the secondary drugs began to kick in. A slight blush began to grow across her soft cheeks, her breathing slightly hitching from time to time.

"Pl-please... Let me go... I- I won't say anything, I swear..!"

"Not happening, my dove."

"Why-?"

"Because I finally have you back in my grasp. I'm not letting you slip away from me any time soon, so stop asking."

"..."

"Don't look so afraid, darling. I'll treat you as you should be treated; like a queen."

"But I don't want this!"

"... Don't raise your voice at me. I don't care if you want this or not. You are mine regardless of what you try to do. If I must break you in order to shape you into a willing wife, I will."

Though Zeno hated the fear in her eyes, he knew he was going to have to frighten her early on to make her submit more readily to him in days to come.

The aphrodisiac he had given her was doing a rather effective job in soothing her fear. Her eyes were becoming hazy and her entire body was heating up, suddenly feeling a pulsing need inside of her. Zeno noticed the change in her, sliding his hand down from her chin to her neck, watching her shiver in delight.

"M-Master..."

"Shh... Lay back, I'll take care of it for you."

(Y/n) lay back into the pillows, looking so vulnerable and sweet as she gazed up at Zeno, completely lost in the haze of pleasure and desire. He took a moment to savor everything, slowly untying the soft kimono and allowing it to slide open, no longer obstructing the beautiful body underneath. He quickly rid himself of his restrictive clothing, grinning slightly at the soft whine that came from her lips as he hitched her legs over his hips.

Hungrily pressing his lips against her own, he slowly slid into her tight pussy. His lips muffled her soft cries of discomfort as he settled within her, feeling that aching void in his chest closing up completely. It was as if it had never been there in the first place, as if he had never lost his darling lover or spent any amount of time without her. But he had spent years without her warm embrace. Years without her enchanting voice. Years spent completely alone.

Years of time he was going to have to make up for now that she was back in his arms where she belonged.

Pulling away from her lips, he slowly began to move is hips, exploring her warm insides once more. Still, soft whines and gasps came from his darling who lay beneath him, but he honestly couldn't make himself care at that moment. He was going to be selfish, just this once. He was going to enjoy everything she had to offer until he was satisfied, and not a moment before.

The way her tight walls clenched around him and responded to his deep thrusts made him growl in carnal desire. Her warm body twitched and writhed beneath him, her breathing hitching more and more as he went. Her gentle body spasmed and jerked as he angled his thrusts to press against her sensitive walls, grinning with each moan that he pulled from her throat.

He almost came undone when he felt her tighten suddenly around him, holding back for as long as possible as he continued to rut his hips against hers. After all, what kind of a man would he be if he took his own pleasure and denied his darling her pleasure?

It didn't take long for that growing pleasure to snap, flooding her body with euphoria and making her tighten up around Zeno's deeply seated cock. A deep snarl of pleasure took over Zeno's body as he gave a few more thrusts before releasing into his darling, blinded by the pleasure he had forgotten long ago.

As he took a moment to breathe and recollect himself, he realized that he wouldn't be able to lose his dear (y/n) a second time. And while his darling continued to drown in her pleasurable haze, he silently began to thrust into her once more, deciding she would never leave his side again.

~~~~~~~~

[blubberquark]

Belated Protector Postmortem

I made the game Protector for the 46th Ludum Dare game jam. I did not make a tumblr post about it during the jam. Don’t think Protector is my best jam game, but what can you expect from a jam game? Hardly a glowing endorsement, I know. Download it from itch.io at this link, or don’t.

With some distance, I think it’s interesting to tell you why I don‘t think Protector is that good... or maybe “good” is not the right word. Some friends and other Ludum Dare entrants had encouraged me (privately) to keep working on it after the jam and fix the bugs. In my opinion, Protector is fine the way it is (for a jam game anyway), but any more work on it will be a waste of time. There will be no post-compo releases of Protector.

If you are just getting started making games, Protector could be a good example of when to stop working on a prototype. But first, let’s do the usual “game jam postmortem“ song and dance.

Game Description

In this moody puzzle-ish platformer, you control an invincible character tasked with guiding a small (and very vincible) dog through the level. You cannot control the dog.

Instead you can pick up and throw a bone, but you can’t carry the bone. When you press the bone throwing button a second time, the dog will chase after the bone.

One the dog is running, you cannot stop it. You also cannot call the dog to return to you. You have to clear the path for the dog before you let it loose.

What Went Right

Scope: I scoped Protector aggressively minimal. I remember feeling a bit under the weather on the first day of the jam, so I decided to take it easy and submit something small. I was okay with submitting a small game in the jam category. I just had this idea I wanted to try out.

There is only one level, and it’s not all that big. I submitted on the morning of the third day, with everything I wanted in the game, without losing any sleep, and with some time to spare.

Theme: The idea was my own take on that last level in Bastion, when the kid carries the battering ram, but as an escort mission. The main character was supposed to be some kind of brute or barbarian loosely inspired by the barbarian class in Diablo II. Obviously you keep a dog alive, because that’s the theme of the jam.

Character Designs: I think nailed it with the brute and dog sprites. The brute is big and faceless, and the dog is small and cute. The proportions of the brute convey that he is strong and slow, and his shield (but no sword) should clue you in about his purpose.

Simple Dog Behaviour: The dog runs and bounces around pretty quickly. Once the dog is running, all bets are off, because you are too slow to catch up. You have to set everything up so the dog won’t kill himself, because he’s not a cat with nine lives. He is a dumb dog.

Any kind of AI or pathfinding would have made the dog less predictable, and the main objective of the game is to keep it alive (that was the theme of the jam), so simple, fast, predictable movement was key. The player has to be able to predict the dog’s path before it starts running.

Level Design: The level is not that big. There is a variety of obstacles and set pieces, and these are all easy for the player character to navigate, but potentially lethal to the dog. In addition to multiple platforming challenges, there are two unique “set pieces” that break up the monotony.

There are five different ways for the dog to die, and the level is constructed to make the player experience each of them once. Some are obvious, like the lightning cloud and the tower that shoots arrows, but the level is designed so that every player dies at least once. After mastering an obstacle once, it should pose no challenge on repeat playthroughs.

What Went Wrong

Controls: The controls are very simple, based on only the four arrow keys, X and C. These can be mapped to the left stick and first two buttons of a gamepad. In walk mode, the two buttons jump and call the dog, and the “up” direction is used to raise the shield.

In throw mode, with the left/right axis controls the throwing angle, and the up/down angle controls the velocity. This control scheme feels too cumbersome. The X key is used for calling the dog and throwing the bone, based on context. This also feels cumbersome, but it makes it less likely for players to accidentally throw or call the dog when they want to jump. I still had to resort to putting the controls on the screen at all times.

For gamepad controls it would have made more sense to use the direction of the left stick for the throwing angle and velocity. For keyboard+mouse controls I could have implemented a mouse-based throwing system like in Gunpoint or a parabola indicator that shows where the bone will land. I could also have gone the other way with a Worms style throwing system in which the throwing velocity is proportional to the time the button was held. As is, the throwing uses the same buttons as platforming, but it doesn’t feel good.

Bone Physics: The bone physics was kind of bouncy and floaty. I implemented my own physics because the bone was the only object in the whole game that needs halfway realistic bouncy collisions. The player and the dog use platformer physics, so there was no need for a physics engine like Box2D, libODE, or pymunk. The bone is modelled like a simple spinning ball. I could have made the bone less bouncy to give the player more control, maybe even cheated by making it less bouncy only in the x-direction. I could also have gone in the other direction and modelled the bone as a rectangle or two balls connected by a line.

Dog Platforming: The dog sometimes gets stuck in a wall or on a ledge. This is bad. I could fix this by making the dog fall down or turn around when this happens, but that would make the problem worse. I’d rather have the dog (or the bone) stuck in a weird position until the player gets it out than having it sit inside a pit in an unwinnable position with believable physics.

The way bone physics and platforming work is very janky, but that is because the obvious fix would have unacceptable gameplay consequences.

Main Gameplay Loop: It goes like this: throw bone - move into position - let dog loose - wait for dog - retrieve bone - throw bone - move into position, and so on. There is no way to call the dog back because that would make certain puzzles too easy, no way to set multiple way points for the dog, no way to ask the dog to fetch the bone back to you, and no way to carry the bone - otherwise you could just walk over and drop the bone there.

The gameplay loop as it stands just doesn’t allow that many puzzles, and changes to the gameplay would make the current puzzles too easy. Adding more content is more or less incompatible with the current gameplay, and changes to the gameplay loop would break the existing balance.

Allowing the player to carry the bone, to use different tools than the shield, to call the dog back would destroy the game design.

What I Learned

Escort missions suck. I already knew that hidden complex systems are not fun, but even indirect interaction based on simple systems is hard to get right. Beyond that, I did not try anything new and outlandish. I just had the idea about the big protector and the little dog.

The most surprising thing was how poorly Protector was rated in the “Mood” category given the relatively high theme score. Having no sound really did me no favours, and neither did the GameBoy screen resolution or the 5-colour palette.

But importantly, despite all the gameplay shortcomings, this still works as a short game. If the game is short enough, it can be carried by novelty, and players will forgive janky controls, even if the controls are part of the game’s main difficulty. I relied on this insight in other jam games, but it does not translate to long-form games.

This is a bit meta, but it is important to understand when a game design does not work. To some degree I think game jams even encourage a kind of toxic positivity towards young people learning to program. By all means, you should encourage people who want to try their hand at game design, and you should not go out of your way to disparage teenagers learning to code or programmers who make programmer art because the graphic design in their enterprise software day job is done in a different department. All too often, instead of “keep it up“, we tell people who are getting started to keep working on their jam games. If a game has load of bugs, on some level it would be nice to have them fixed, and these bugs are an obvious starting point for a post-jam version of the game - but when I see buggy games with experimental gameplay ideas, I don’t always encourage the devs to keep tweaking the mechanics until it works. Some experiments have negative results, and that’s okay.

Some jam entries are great games, successful experiments if you will, but they can’t easily be made into longer games. That’s also okay.

Can We Fix This?

“But hypothetically” you ask me, “how would you turn Protector into a longer game if I hired you to be a game designer?”

Okay. Hypothetically. In this hypothetical world, you pay by the hour, no unpaid overtime, and no bonus based on how well the game sells ;-)

We need a story that glues all the levels together, and the dog platforming would be at most a third of the game. Maybe in some levels you and the dog fight side by side, maybe you explore some of the levels with the dog on a leash, maybe you tie the leash to a post at the level entrance and come back when you have cleared everything.

I can’t stress enough how important it is to have through-line that connects different types of gameplay, different set pieces and minigames.

In order to make the platforming and puzzle solving more interesting, you would have a different load-out in different levels. Some platforms are dog-only, and you would throw the bone (or a tennis ball) up there because you can’t reach it yourself. You would need a way to recall the bone (or tennis ball) or a way to recall the dog, maybe a dog whistle. Maybe you just have a limited supply of dog treats per level. Earlier levels just have the bone, and shield, later ones introduce mobility items for the player character, tennis balls, a collar, a leash, dog treats, a dog whistle, and so on.

It would be a fun idea (or a gimmick) to have most of the upgrades be for the dog, but that’s not very fun to actually play.

Another possible problem is if the dog handling becomes an afterthought, or a drag in the player, going back to fetch the dog after the level has been cleared. Escort missions are not held in high regard among players, so this could become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

With all these mobility items and larger levels, we would need an improved dog AI. We also could not have the dog fall into a pit of spikes, instead it should refuse to jump into unsafe distances, and somehow communicate to the player. We would also need a way to get the dog back down if it got up the wrong platform, and a way for the player to reset progress to the last check point or re-fill dog treats without creating an exploitable loophole where the player can just walk back and forth to the vending machine and win a level with infinite dog treats.

Oh no, the dog AI sounds complicated now. Complicated hidden systems are not fun, and training AI-powered animals is not that difficult code-wise, but it is difficult to pull off in a way that is fun and legible to the player. I still remember Black&White. Those animals were a gimmick. Somehow we need a way for the dog to communicate things to the player. Can the dog talk? Is there a bark code? Can the dog smell things?

One thing we absolutely must not do is vary the dog AI between levels. Players will have a really hard time as is, because the smarter the dog gets, the easier it becomes to accidentally mis-predict what it will do.

Think about all the parts of this rather comprehensive proposal: Complex AI, some kind of story, different controls, unlockable items, and level/puzzle design that integrates all of the above, all written from scratch or re-written for the bigger game. I’d rather spend the time on something else.

[justasparkwritings]

Merry & Bright {24}: Happy Anniversary

Previous: I Promise 

Pairing: Min Yoongi & BFF Jung Hoseok

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Swearing!

Summary: Yoongi and Hoseok celebrate a particularly special friendiversary. 

           December 24th, Christmas Eve, is an anniversary that Min Yoongi holds dear to his heart. In a decade, he’s never missed it, never missed acknowledging it, or sending a small present to the person with whom he shares the holiday. Every year, without fail, despite schedules and obligations, family and performances, Yoongi found the time to take his best friend to dinner.  

           This year, shoulder tethered to his body, Yoongi was staring at Ho-Seok through his computer screen.

           “This is the first Christmas eve we haven’t spent together,” Ho-Seok says.

           “I know, it makes me almost, sad?” Yoongi offers.

           “You’ve been missing a lot, could be sadness from other things,” Ho-Seok tries to comfort him, though he knows his words are futile.

           “Yeah, a combination of all the sadness and then spending Christmas, here, and New Years, here,” Yoongi sips his water.

           “You came by after our Grammy nomination,” Ho-Seok sips his drink, Yoongi clocks the bubbles, it’s most likely Sprite.

           “But with the utmost care, and then I wasn’t allowed out for another two weeks,” Yoongi grumbles.

           “You had a mini quarantine?” Ho-Seok smiles.

           “This whole experience is quarantine. The only person I see besides my family is the physical therapist,” Yoongi tells him.

           “But you still made time for me,” Ho-Seok laughs.

           “Of course I did,” Yoongi answers him, smile pulling over his gums. “Have I ever forgotten?”

           “No, you haven’t, not in what, nearly ten years?” Ho-Seok asks.

           “Yeah, something like that.” Yoongi nods.

           “Do you remember when we first met?” Ho-Seok inquires.

           “You ask that every year,” Yoongi rolls his eyes, a light smile on his lips.

           “And?” Ho-Seok presses.

           “And every year I tell you the same thing,” Yoongi responds, taking a sip of his water.

           “You were dazzled by my personality,” Hobi laughs.

           “Mm, something like that,” Yoongi’s embarrassed, just like every year. No matter how many times Ho-Seok poses the question, no matter how many years he asks, Yoongi is always flushed when recounting their first meeting. “We were babies.”

           “I was so naïve,” Ho-Seok chuckles.

           “You still are,” Yoongi counters.

           “You aren’t much better, you are a little softer,” Ho-Seok laughs.

           “Leave my cheeks out of this!” Yoongi laughs, his shoulders shuffling as he reacts to his friend.

           “Your cheeks are looking pretty cute,” Ho-Seok admits.

           “They’re puffy, I ate too much before surgery,” Yoongi shakes his head, a tad embarrassed.

           “You’re growing, right?” Hobi offers.

           “I’m almost two years older than you, I’m nearly thirty. I am not still growing,” Yoongi corrects him.

           “If Jiminie can grow a few centimeters, so can you,” Ho-Seok’s inspired, why can’t Yoongi stretch and gain a little height? Jimin did it.

           “Not sitting on my ass for three months, anyway, I’m on a diet,” Yoongi reminds him.

           “You mentioned it in your VLive,” Ho-Seok nods, “You still on it?”          

           “Well apparently I need to be if my cheeks are still puffy,” His smirk is apparent as he watches Hobi react.

           “You’re cute as is,” The maknae says.

           “When will I stop being cute?” The hyung wonders aloud.

           “You’d rather I call you sexy?” Ho-Seok looks surprised, eying Yoongi through the screen.  

           “I guess not,” Yoongi says, he’s rarely uncomfortable around the members, but something about discussing his appearance with Ho-Seok was starting to push him in that direction.

           “It’s okay to be sexy,” Ho-Seok says in response to Yoongi’s scrunched nose, “I think we’re all sexy at times.”

           “What are you doing for Christmas?” Yoongi asks, nose still scrunched.

           “Da Won’s coming home, we’ll have dinner I’m sure,” Ho-Seok shrugs. “Then back to for the Big Hit performance,”

           “I wish I could be there,” Yoongi sighs.

           “We all wish you could be there,” Hobi tells him.

           “I hate missing performances,” Yoongi tries not to let his frustration get the best of him.

           “They’re not that great,” Ho-Seok tries to soften the obvious pain in Yoongi’s voice.

           “Don’t lie,” Yoongi is becoming annoyed.

           “There’s no ARMY, you’re not there, we’ve performed Dynamite a thousand times,”

           “But the dance break! Incheon, Seoul World Cup, you have been performing in dream places,” Yoongi lists their recent stages, jealous he’s missed out on such milestones.

           “It’s not the same, the energy is different, the drive isn’t there,” Ho-Seok tells him.

           “You got a new dance break,” Yoongi smiles.

           “Yes, that was fun, but it’s still not the same,” Ho-Seok’s eyes are firm and soft, encouraging Yoongi to take his word. “You’ve missed interviews too.”

           “I feel bad for Namjoonie, having to answer everything,”

           “We miss your snide comments,” Ho-Seok laughs, “You know BTS? Billboard singer?”

           Yoongi loses it, laughing too hard to quickly, moving his shoulders too sharply, his sling aggressively holding it in place. He grunts softly, straightening up, watching Hobi stare, unsure what to do. He continues staring until Yoongi pulls him back to their conversation.

           “I will never understand why you came back,” Ho-Seok says, voice low. Yoongi’s surprised by his question, not that he hasn’t asked before, but it’s been years.

           “I’m sure I’ve told you before,” Yoongi replies.

           “I’m sure you have,” Ho-Seok nods, “Tell me again,”

           “I called you, to check in,” He retells.

           “After I had texted you,” Hobi fills in.

           “Yes, I could tell what mood you were in,” Yoongi nods his head, “Still can.”

           “At that point, we hadn’t spent much time together,” Hobi offers as an answer.

           “No, barely knew each other, but I could just, tell. So, I called,” Yoongi shakes his head, bangs readjusting and laying back in the same place.

           “Was it my voice?” Ho-Seok wonders.

           “It was just a feeling, a gut feeling that you weren’t okay,” Yoongi tells him.

           “I was, fine,” Hobi fibs.

           “Don’t lie to me Hobi-ah,” Yoongi shakes his head again. “I called you, and you said you were alone at the dorms, which weren’t much at that point.”

           “I was just sitting there, alone,” Ho-Seok remembers how sad he felt, how alone, how isolated and overwhelmed he was at the dorms.

           “Did they, they didn’t want,” Yoongi stares at him, unable to get the words out, unwilling to put the words in Ho-Seok’s mouth.  

           “We were in a fight, they didn’t invite me home,” Ho-Seok finishes for him. The shame is gone, it’s not just a statement, a statement about a moment in time that lived in both of their minds, and one they come back to less and less often.

           “I’m sorry,” Yoongi whispers, eyes low.

           “You don’t have to be, it’s passed,” Hobi’s voice is soft, reverent, inviting.

           “On my way to the dorms, I figured you’d be hungry, I was hungry, so I got chicken,” Yoongi picks the story back up.

           “I will be seventy-five thinking about that chicken,” Hobi laughs.

           “It was a good idea!” Yoongi defends himself, more gusto than he’s exerted the whole conversation.

           “It was thoughtful, but that’s where it ends,” Ho-Seok is still smiling and laughing at the memory.

           “To answer your question,” Yoongi sets his drink down, having finished it. “I came back because you were going to be my brother, and I knew, somewhere inside me, that if I was alone at the dorms, when everything was so overwhelming and scary, that you would’ve done the same for me.”

           “When you came back, I knew you were going to be important to me,” Hobi tells him, like he does every year.

           “I hope I’ve lived up to it,” Yoongi responds, the look in his eyes telling Ho-Seok that he felt the same thing.

           “In spades,” Ho-Seok says. “I love you, Yoongi-ah.”

           “I love you too, Hobi,” Yoongi smiles gently at his maknae.

           “Happy anniversary,” Ho-Seok tells him.

           “Happy anniversary.”

Next: A Newborn King

[reggies-eyeliner]

okay okay hi! this is me asking for a (jatp) matchup (off anon bc we’re taking a Risk!) male or female is fine shsjsh okay okay. could i also please get a band/song matchup? 🥺👉👈

i’m an istp scorpio, 5’7” with purple hair and brown eyes, fair skinned too (well im a lil paler but—)! im probably rather obnoxious. im sarcastic and stubborn, and i probably listen to music nearly 24/7. i like to write even if i rarely ever have any ideas, and i love to watch movies (horror is my fave genre but i love pretty much any!). i probably watch way too many cooking competition shows considering i do not cook. i stay up until morning and sleep in until,,,who knows when?? i *love* board games, especially clue. im not always verbal with my affection but i’ll make my friends cupcakes and playlists and give them gifts all the time so it evens out— tho i do NOT trust people at first but once i am friends with someone, im vv impossible to get rid of 🤷🏻‍♀️ i drink a lot of coffee and i think im funnier than i probably am. somehow vv energetic and not at all?? kind of loud and i tend to ramble (like right nOw—) have been called aggressive but rly im just,,,go big or go home!! all or nothing!!

as for the band/song matchup! my emoji aesthetic would probably be 😈🎃✨🔮🌙🕯🎧💫 my fave jatp song is between now or never and wake up i think! fave genre? like music? probably pop rock or alternative. and my style, if we’re talking clothes, is a lot of skinny jeans, t-shirts, any and all jackets, boots, and converse. we wanna look stylish but still comfy. as for extracurriculars, i was in drama at one point and also latin club but other than that?? i don’t do anything shsjsshj okay i THINK that was everything?? so sorry this is rly long!! tysm for your time and have a great,,,week?? month! and thank you again!!

Hey @julies-molina!! I’m so so sorry that this took longer than expected, but I hope you’re doing amazing ^^ AND WHAT PURPLE HAIR THAT SOUNDS SO CUTE OMG WHAT???? Oh yeah and make sure to hydrate and get lots of rest, stay safe!

I match this lovely person with...

Julie Molina!

TO THOSE WHO ARE ALREADY THINKING, “BLAH BLAH SHUT UP YOU ONLY SAW HER USERNAME AND-”

nO

NOOOOO

You two ooze chemistry, and I have very lovely headcanons, ideas, and facts to EFFING PROVE IT- Right, so you and Julie! To begin with, I think she’d definitely be able to look past how “obnoxious” or “stubborn,” you think you are, and she wouldn’t mind it at all! In fact, she almost welcomes it, because I literally can’t imagine Julie dating someone who isn’t expressive. She sees your faults as more of ways that you’re more you than ever, so she truly doesn’t care! And the fact that you listen to music 24/7? UH, YES QUEEN?? Istg, every time Julie sees that you have some sort of fancy headphones on, she’ll instantly take em off, yeet them onto her ears and ask, “Watchu listening to?” She loves it whenever she sees you vibing to different songs on your own, and even though you think it’s a bit silly, she loves it! The fact that you’re capable of doing so much is almost comforting or welcoming to her, so does she care at all that you might not have ideas? No, of course not! She loves to peer over your shoulder and help you with whatever you’re working on. And more than anything, your ideal date together would definitely be this: coming back after a very long night of karaoke, a bit of swimming, a bunch of food, and then just plopping onto the mattress and binge-watching horror movies. I have no idea why, but I can see both of you popping some Sprite brought to you by JATP, and no matter what you watch, she’ll make sure to watch with you! And definitely, the morning after, you two would binge watch Master Chef or the Great British Cooking show, and then try your best to recreate every single one. Never ends well most of the time, but hey, it’s fun! And no matter how you may act, she adores it whenever she sees you dancing or acting like the chaotic crackhead she loves. Julie will make sure that you two are literally the best friend couple, so you can confide in anything with her. All she wants is for you to feel safe, comforted, and loved!

Band Matchup!

YOUR ROLE IN THE BAND WOULD BE: The one who carries the entire crew without you even noticing it. I’m like 90 percent sure that you have no frickin idea how amazing it is to have you on my dash?? You’re always bringing things to life and constantly reblogging content that I love, and you’re honestly the sweetest person in the band. I definitely think that you’d be amazing friends with Alex, so you two would start jamming out in the middle, while Reggie and Luke did that very manly face-to-face rocking, and Julie led the song, and you two would just vibe. I think that by the end, the entire band ought to realize how much life you bring onto the stage! They make sure to appreciate you more than enough though <3333

Song Matchup:

THE SONG THAT I’M GETTING VIBES FROM YOU IS: Now or Never!

I’ve always seen you as something very much linked to Now or Never-- you showed up at the very start, brought the world to life, but also spread a message in between.

Don't look down 'Cause we're still rising Up right now And even if we hit the ground We'll still fly Keep dreaming like we'll live forever But live it like it's now or never

From what I think, I think that you’re honestly one of the sweetest, kindest people on here of all time, and you don’t get enough credit for that! I feel bad for anyone who hasn’t interacted with you yet because they certainly haven’t met someone as kind as you like honestly 🥺🥺 ilysm!!

I’m sorry if this was too short! Have an amazing rest of your whatever-time-it-is! <333

Requests are open, matchups are currently closed :) <3

<hugs!!> ilysm, stay safe!!