#i remember why i drew this too which is crazy

[technoarcanist]

WAR NEVER CHANGES. BUT,

WARFARE NEVER STOPS CHANGING

"I've seen countless reasons why most mech pilots don't make the cut, but one of the largest hurdles are the physical alterations. The implants and modifications done to the fleshware is so extreme that it's enough to push most would-be pilots away from day 1.

Back in the day, when mech tech was still in its wild west years, when the technology was still in its infancy, things were different. Levers, joysticks, switches, a chair, most of the first models were something between the cockpit of a construction vehicle and a fighter ship.

Pilots in those days still consisted largely of the usual suspects. Test pilots, army jocks, space force veterans looking for something new, the occasional crazy who lucked their way up the ranks. All you needed back then was to be fit enough to work complex machinery. 'Handler's wouldn't be a coined phrase for nearly a decade. I still remember being a kid and seeing repurposed older models in the mech fighting streams.

Everything changed with the Bidirectional Cerebellum Computer Interface. To say nothing of how it changed civilian life, it was a military marvel. The BiCCI saw the creation of Mechs as we understand them today. The first generation were just retrofits, older models with a pilot's chair, and even manual controls to use in an emergency, but even then we knew that was only temporary. Before long, sleek frames of sharp angles, railguns and plasma cannons were rolling off the factory floor.

Like many things, it began small, optimising first for cockpit space by removing the manual controls. Before long, my then-supervisors thought, "Why have this glass? Why not hook the pilot's eyesight right into the advanced multi-spectral camera system? Before long, cockpits were but soft harnesses made to house a living body, their very soul wired into the machinery. Obviously, for security reasons, I cannot tell you everything about how our latest cockpits work, but suffice to say we've been further blurring the line between pilot and frame ever since.

This drew a very different crowd. Out were the army jocks and powerlifters. The only ones who even dared to have the interface hardware installed into their brainstem and spinal cord were the dispossessed, the misanthropes, those who sought not to control their new body, but to be controlled by it. No AI can work a mech properly on its own, but our pilots are never really in full control either anymore. Those who do try to go against the symbiosis get a nosebleed at best, and vegetative seizures at worst.

And that was that. The only people left who pilots these things are those who had already been broken, those who sougt a permenant reprive from being anything resembling human. A lot of my department quit around this time. I've lost a few friends over it, I'm not shy to say. Did we knew we'd be bringing in the more vulnerable people? Of course we did. But, the wheels of progress must turn, as they say, and it wasn't like we were shy of volunteers.

In our latest models, we have refined an even more advanced frame. Again, security detail prevents me from divulging too much, but one breakthrough we've made is decreasing action latency by approximately 0.02s by amputating the limbs from our pilots and replacing them with neural interface pads.

Using the pads where the limbs once were, pilots are screwed directly into the cockpit, which itself can now be 30% smaller thanks to the saved space. And, of course, we provide basic humanoid cybernetics as part of their employment contract while they are with us. Not that most of them are ever voluntarily out of their cockpits long enough to make use of them. Even removing the tubes from their orifices for routine cleaning incurs a large level of resistence.

And, yes, some of them scream, some of them break, some become so catatonic that they might as well be a peripheral processor for their mech's AI. But not a single one, not even one pilot, in all the dolls i've ever trained, have ever accepted the holidays we offer, the retirement packages, the stipends.

As you say, there are those who like to call me a monster for my work. I can see why. After all, they don't see the way my pilots' crotches dribble when I tell them I'll be cutting away their limbs, or the little moans they try to hide when we first meet and I explain that they'd forever be on the same resource level as a machine hereafter.

Those who call me a monster don't realise that, even after going public with how we operate our pilots, even after ramping up mech frame production, we still have more than twice as many volunteers as frames.

Those who call me a monster cannot accept that my pilots are far happier as a piece of meat in a machine of death than as the shell of a human they once were.

Those who call me a monster never consider the world my pilots grew up in to make them suitable candidates in the first place."

-Dr Francine Heathwich EngD

Dept. Cybernetic Technologies @ Dynaframe Industries

[In response to human rights violations accusations levied by the Pilot Rehabilitation Foundation]

[littlelamy]

drew and reader getting into a fight and reader decides to punish him by not letting him touch her and he goes absolutely crazy and keep apologizing and maybe even sheds a tear 🥲

a/n: thank you for sending a request! 🤭🐇 i hope you like it 💗

the tension thickened in the room while the weight of drew’s words hung heavy between you. the argument had escalated quickly—too quickly—and now, neither of you could seem to remember how it started.

"you're so damn stubborn!" drew snapped, pacing across the living room with frustrated energy. his hands dragged through his hair, those wild blue eyes of his flashing with pure annoyance.

"and you’re impossible," you fired back, arms crossed over your chest, which unintentionally pushed your boobs together making drew look down before looking back up at your eyes. your voice was raised, but it didn’t feel good. none of this did. the argument had spiraled out of control. and now, the silence that followed was louder than anything you could have said.

drew stopped pacing, standing on the other side of the room. his jaw clenched, and for a moment, you thought he might say something to defuse the situation. but no, he just stood there, looking at you with that dangerous mixture of hurt and anger in his eyes.

your heart pounded, but you were not about to back down. not this time. he needed to know that you wouldn’t tolerate his attitude any longer.

"don’t even think about touching me tonight," you warned, voice low and steady. it was a punishment you knew would cut deep, because touch was his love language. you could see it in his eyes, the way he froze at your words.

his jaw tensed, “wait , what?”

“you heard me,” you replied, already backing away from him. “no touching.”

drew blinked, as if he couldn’t quite process it. “baby, c’mon. we don’t need to do this.”

but you stood your ground. this wasn’t about denying yourself or him pleasure—it was about sending a message. if he wanted to act like he could get away with anything, he needed to understand the consequences.

“you don’t get to brush off my feelings, drew,” you said softly, but firmly. “you don’t get to say whatever you want and expect me to just touch all over you like nothing happened.”

the sincerity in your voice seemed to hit him. drew’s posture changed, his shoulders dropping slightly, and the anger in his eyes dimmed. he looked away, swallowing hard as if searching for the right words to take back everything he’d said earlier. but there weren’t any.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered, stepping toward you hesitantly.

you raised an eyebrow, but didn’t move, “not good enough.”

drew’s frustration came again, not at you, but at himself. he ran his hands over his face, letting out a shaky breath. “what do you want me to do? i can’t—” he stopped himself, exhaling deeply. “i’m so damn sorry, okay? i shouldn’t have said what I did. you mean too much to me for this to happen. please, baby, don’t do this,” he begs.

but you stood firm, “you can’t just apologize and think everything’s fine.”

drew’s face fell. desperation clawed at his expression, the realization that you were serious finally hitting him. “i messed up,” he admitted, his voice strained. he took another step closer, his hand twitching at his side like he wanted to reach out to you, but he didn’t dare. he was scared to be rejected by you.

your stubbornness wavered for a split second, seeing him like this—so vulnerable, so unlike the cocky, confident drew you knew. but you reminded yourself of the argument, of how he’d pushed you too far. you wouldn’t let this slide.

“why do you care so much, drew?” you asked, your tone challenging. “it’s just one night.”

his eyes snapped to yours, sharp and full of emotion. “it’s not just one night. you’re everything to me.” he practically moans in angst, catching you off guard. “i can’t stand the idea of you pulling away from me, mentally and physically.”

you saw the flicker of something deep in his gaze, fear, maybe. fear of losing you.

before you could respond, drew was right in front of you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. he didn’t touch you, he respected the boundary you’d set, but the need in his eyes was palpable.

“i can’t handle this,” he said, his voice almost breaking. “not being able to touch you, not being able to hold you.” his hand hovered near your waist, but he let it fall back to his side, clenching his fist. “please, i’m sorry, baby. i’ll do anything to make it right.”

the apology felt genuine this time, and your heart softened at his vulnerability. his usually cool demeanor had crumbled, leaving him exposed in a certain way you’d never seen before.

drew’s eyes shined with tears, and that’s what did it. you’d never seen him cry, not like this. it wasn’t for effect, wasn’t to manipulate you. he was at his breaking point.

you sighed, the anger that had fueled you before slipping away. “drew…baby”

his eyes met yours, wide and hopeful.

“you really hurt me,” you admitted softly, your voice catching in your throat.

“i know,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with regret. “i swear, i’ll never let it happen again. just…just don’t pull away from me, please.”

for a moment, neither of you said anything. then, with a sigh, you reached out and took his hand into yours pulling him onto your body. his breath hitched as your fingers intertwined with his, relief flooding his face.

“i’m still mad at you,” you murmured, your voice softening despite yourself. "we still need to have a discussion about earlier.

“i know,” drew said, stepping closer until his chest was inches from yours. “but at least now I can hold you while you’re mad.”

you gave him a half-smile, shaking your head, “you’re impossible.”

“and you love me for it,” he teased, though his voice was still filled with emotion.

you rolled your eyes, but there was no hiding the truth. you did love him, stubbornness and all. as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his warmth, the fight that had seemed so important just minutes ago started to fade into the background.

for now, at least, you would let him touch you, because even though he’d driven you crazy, you couldn’t deny how much you needed him, too.

[ash5monster01]

Can I get Drew Starkey with prompt 2.??

First Love

Valentines Celebration Prompt

Pairing: Drew Starkey x FemReader

Warnings: mentions of heartbreak, fluff, established relationship

2. You find an old love letter from your high school sweetheart, do you reach out?

word count: 2k

Masterlist

Valentine’s Day always brought up old memories. Thoughts to a time that didn’t even feel like you had lived it anymore. So much had changed, things you never really expected too. It’s weird that it feels so much heavier this year. Maybe since it had been ten years. A decade later and your life was not what you had wanted or expected it to be. Which explains why you pull the box stuffed away in your closet out. A layer of dust covering the top and you slowly blow it away as you pull the lid open to memories you hadn’t revisited in a very long time.

It’s the big things you notice first. The pair of roller skates you seemed to live in sophomore year of high school. A stack of year books with worn covers and faded signatures on the inside. A hoodie, one from him that overtime just became yours. Then it was the pictures. So many pictures it made you realize just how much of your life had been intertwined with his. It may have been ten years since but it was still ten years together before. Trying your best to avoid your young smiling face you find a stack of letters, rubber banded together with handwriting that is all too familiar. You knew it maybe wasn’t the best idea to read one, open old wounds, and yet you can’t stop yourself from freeing one of the envelopes.

Hello my love,

Did I happen to mention just how beautiful you looked today. I didn’t hear a single thing in Calc class because you kept brushing that perfect hair out of your face and across those shoulders. All I could think about was the smell of your perfume and wishing my head was buried in your neck. If I fail it’ll be all your fault but I wouldn’t really mind. It’d be worth it if it meant I got to keep looking at you. Just a degreeless loser with the most perfect wife. That’s right, I said wife, because I’m going to marry the hell out of you. It’s my only dream, out of all my successes in life you will always be my best one. Remember that.

Love Drew

The tears that spring to your eyes are not intentional. It was just that you had almost forgotten just how much he loved you. It was still your biggest regret that you never got to tell him just how much you loved him too. Maybe he had a girlfriend or even a different wife now but that still never stopped you from checking his Instagram and watching all of his latest movies. Which is why you’re so quick to pull up his account and scroll through the posts. He had grown up so much. He wasn’t that young 19 year old boy you used to know. He was a man now, a man you had let go of in order to not hold him back.

It’s when you accidentally double tap the screen and the heart appears do you feel your stomach drop. In instant panic you realize you’ve just become one of those crazy exes who still looks at their old boyfriend’s profile. Yet you shouldn’t feel this way. Drew was always your closest friend after all. So in order to make yourself look less crazy or possibly even more crazy, you hit the message button on the top.

Hey, was just reminiscing. So proud of all the things you have done. Hope all is well.

The internal cringe is enough for you to throw your phone across the room and pray that his famed status will keep him from ever seeing any notifications from you. Yet that isn’t proven true when your phone dings with a text from an unknown number on the other side of the room. Nervously picking it up, you prepare for whatever the text may hold.

Hey, it’s Drew. I’m really hoping this is still your number 😅

I got your DM but it feels weird messaging you of all people over Instagram

The second text comes through as you’re finished reading the first one, nerves tingling through your entire body. You hadn’t expected a DM back, let alone a text. Yet here you both were and now you had to face the consequences of your actions. You were the one who reached out first after all.

It’s still me! I would have texted but obviously your number did change

You know how awkward it seems. Texting him professionally as if he isn’t the only person in the world you are most comfortable with. You don’t have time to dwell considering another text comes through.

Yeah, I actually had to ditch it after a crazy fan incident. I would have given you my new one but honestly I figured you didn’t want it.

Of course I’d want it, no matter what you’ll be important to me

You don’t want to come off as flirty but it was true. Even if your relationship had been ten years ago. Drew held your heart and gave you every first experience of love in your life. That never goes away, he would carry those firsts around with him forever.

You home? I’m in town and I’d love to meet up

It’s not the text you expect to come after the one you just sent. Knowing Drew was so close now made you even more nervous. It had been so long. Were you really even ready for that kind of confrontation? Then again you didn’t want him to think you were still all torn up especially after you reached out to him. So you sucked it up and texted back.

Yeah! We could meet at our old place, 4 o’clock?

See you then

And just like that, you not only revisited your past memories, but were truly going to step in it. Ten years ago this was your normal routine and it was weird how getting ready for this still felt so natural after all this time. This time you put a bit more effort into your appearance. If you were going to see Drew for the first time after all these years, you had to look good.

So with your jacket wrapped tightly around you, you find yourself walking to the center of town. The bustle of familiar faces walking along the streets, colors of red and pink covering every storefront you can see. You register completely that you’re doing this on Valentine’s day. The anniversary of when you left him ten years ago. Right in front of the old diner stands Drew, bundled up and holding a single pink rose in his hand. He doesn’t see you approach right away which makes you smile just slightly.

“Hi” you hum out, all emotions leaving you but happiness. You never would’ve thought seeing him in person again would bring you this much peace. He jumps just lightly before his head swiftly turns to face you.

“Hi! There you are” he grins and you can’t help the small laugh that falls from your lips. Suddenly he’s holding the pink rose forward. “This is for you, since it’s Valentines after all”

“Are you asking me to be your Valentine?” you tease, fingers curling around the stem and lightly brushing his own. You can’t believe how long it’s been since you’ve felt his touch. Red covers the boys cheeks as you pull the flower close and take in its scent.

“No, well if you want. Yes, maybe. I don’t know anymore honestly” he flusters out and all you can do is giggle as you take a step closer to him.

“I’ll be your Valentine, considering I have been many times before” you tell him with a smile and he sighs in relief, comforted just as much by you, as you are of him.

“Let’s go inside, I don’t want you to freeze” he says, hand falling on your back and guiding you towards the door. You obey, heading straight for your old designated booth. Drew watches as you slide carefully into your side before he sits down himself.

“Look at you movie star” you grin at him after a moment, taking in his grown and handsome appearance. A fresh blush covers his cheeks as he lets out a soft chuckle.

“I’m no movie star, not quite yet” he says and you roll your eyes.

“Oh please, Drew I see your face everywhere I go. Edits of you pop up on my tik tok now. Who would’ve thought my high school sweetheart would be everyone’s celebrity crush by now” you say, knocking your foot with his and he laughs lightly.

“To be honest it shocks me. At the end of the day I still am the bad guy on my claim to fame show” he says and you just smile, taking all of him in.

“That buzzed hair, been so long since I’ve seen you with shaggy hair. It’s weird how different you look and yet you’re still completely the same” you don’t mean to be sappy but sitting here of all places with him will make you like that.

“Yeah, I kinda wanted to grow it out but with filming schedules I’ve had to keep it shaved down. Maybe after though” he says running a hand over his head and you just grin.

“I can’t wait” and the sentence isn’t meant to imply you’ll be spending time together in the future, yet Drew can’t help but think of that.

“Why’d you reach out today?” he cuts to the chase and the smile quickly falls from your lips. “And don’t give me some classic bullshit response. I want the truth”

And you consider your options before finally choosing to speak.

“Every Valentine’s day I go through our box of things. Mementos of our time together, because if I’m being honest, I’m not really over it. I know I left you but it wasn’t because I didn’t love you anymore. It’s because I didn’t want to hold you back” you saw no point in lying, he deserved the truth. Even after all these years.

“You never ever held me back” he says after he lets your words sink in and you sigh, hands coming up to tug at your hair.

“It doesn’t matter Drew. I know you, you would’ve chosen me over going to LA. Chasing your dream, becoming a superstar, I wasn’t apart of that” you tell him and Drew sighs, taking a moment to think of his next words.

“You were apart of that. You always were, because none of that mattered compared to you. You were always my greatest accomplishment” and the words from that letter ring through your mind.

“Do you still love me?” you finally ask, needing to know exactly what was going through his mind.

“I never stopped” he says and finally a small smile pulls at the corner of your lips.

“Do you think I could be apart of it now? So I stop accidentally liking your instagram posts?” you ask and a belly laugh falls from the boys lips across from you.

“If you’ll have me” he says, hands reaching across and cupping yours into his own.

“Always” you tell him with a grin and just like when you two were 16 and first started to come here, he lifts off his seat and leans across the table to meet you. Searching his eyes you meet him halfway and slowly press your lips against his own. Kissing him like this again for the first time in ten years feels like a fever dream but it was perfect. He was perfect and still tasted faintly of cherries and coffee. He was the only thing you ever truly wanted.

And you got him back.

[lokativa]

People calling Hobie×Miles (punkflower) shippers proshippers as if we didn't ship them for longer than the movie even came out will always be crazy to me.

I've seen lots of people sending threats, or reporting people because they made punkflower, goldenflower (pavxhobie), ghostbyte (gwenxmargo), flowerbyte (margoxmiles), etc, arts or videos. Going to assume that it isn't because most of these ships are POCs ships, there's just literally no point to do that.

First of all, there's no confirmation of hobie's age. If ur basing urself of that one interview, then it was of the CONCEPT of hobie, and even so remember it was only one person who said it. Its heavily implied thats he's a teenager throughout the movie. (Also in the art book, its said that he's slightly older than Miles).

For the thing about him going to the pub and all, minors can and will go in pubs, (not saying that its always legal) are yall living under a rock or just dense on purpose? Teenagers do wtv the fuck they want, even when theyre not allowed to. Youre all going to tell me teenagers respect the rules of not drinking and go to clubs becuz theyre underage? Come off it. Also hobie literally merked his president and u think he'd draw the line at drinking alcohol as a minor? HA.

Aside from that, to be fair to everyone, the directors keeps on changing what they're saying about hobies age, one day they'll say and imply he's a minor and the next second say he's an adult. It's like they all have different idea of this character's age. So, nothing is really comfimed, and his age is really up to interpretation.

Now that we're past THAT point, the other kind of people talking about his age are people saying "oh but he looks old" "that man is most definitely 30yo" "there's no way he's underage" things of the sort, u get it. And I'm just over here like??? Why is it impossible for you to think that this guy could be a teen? Is it the air? The wrinkles? What makes it seem like for you that there's no way he could be around the other teens' age? And 30??? Cmon. People often assume black people are older than they look, which is a universal experience for all of us. Did none of u ever see a blk teen who doesnt have a baby face? Because thats literally what hobie looks like to me. To others we can seem too "mature" for our age, or just look too "old" to be the age we say we are, so is it really impossible for him to be a teenager? Think about it.

(Speaking of him being black, this discourse turned into some kind of racist thing that honestly was not unexpected at all. Yall come over here shitting on people talking and educating u about a character they relate to cuz hes like them, and the representation is making them go bonkers. I don't know why yall can just sit ur arses and listen for a bit, its not that difficult tbh. And dont get me started on the mischaracterisation of his character. Marking him as "an angry black man"? Really? Be. Fucking. Original.)

Same goes with Margo?? Yeah in the comics she's in college, but cmon now u guys know damn well she's a teenager in atsv😭. Gwen is also much older in the comics but i never see anyone talk about it, so what does that mean???The only reasons I can see that you all don't want Miles & margo to be together is because you're all stuck on the milesxgwen ship. News everyone, other ships exist, not everyone is going to like the same ships as you, so either move on or stop being on the Internet.

Also, the thing about pav being 13 is bonkers, where'd u even get that from? I need to know asap. "Oh, but he has a gf!" Yeah? Well he has two hands. (Idk why u all act as if that has ever stopped anyone)

Everything just seem like a race thing to me tbh.

The movies might be inspired from the comics, but not everything is going to be 100% the same. For exemple: gwen is 2 yrs older than Miles in the comics, but in movies she's only 15 months older, Jess Drew is white in the comics and black in the movie, Miguel O'hara is white passing in the comics, compared to his version in atsv where he has brown skin, lyla's disign is also different.

You get it? Things are going to differ as much as things are going to be the same, because (get ready!!) this is the multiverse! Just as earth-616 is just one universe in all the marvel comics, atsv is another universe.

All in all, im not saying u can't view them as adults, or wtv u want, thats ur interpretation, but don't go around being pissy at people around u cuz they have different point of views.

[loremaster]

i went crazy (as i am known to do) and drew BOTH of each daily prompt for @raincodeshipweek! nothing past PG-13 here. double check the tags for ships below - or if you want to be surprised, jump in and see them all here:

Hurt/Comfort - Clockmare - I remember a while ago @pixelatedraindrops did a poll over which of the two to draw sick in bed… Halara's cat allergies won out, but I thought the opposite scenario of Fubuki needing recovery from overusing her rewind powers was cute too! This is a very cute ship that needs more love!

Healing - Kokolight - This is *THE* ship that's all about healing. (Emotional healing at least.) Yuma learns a lot from Vivia about how to embrace the uncomfortable parts of life�� and Vivia learns a lot from Yuma about how not to let that diminish your spark. Plus, by the end, they understand what each other’s been through more than any other characters... almost. Also, dat height difference. Good shit.

Dancing - Aetheria trio - Similar bonding over shared grief here! But this time there's three of them! Big 3 of Cups energy. It's a shame we never really got to see much genuine interaction between Yoshiko, Waruna, and Kurane during the game's story… but sometimes the most fun parts are what we get to imagine for ourselves, hmm? Anyway, yeah. These three are bonded for life. (Too bad it wasn't a very long one...)

Domesticity - Viviakou - There's nothing funnier than two guys with opposite behaviors. Vivia wedges himself into the crack between the bed and the wall as far as he can. Yakou spreads out and takes up more room than the bed even has. Plus, he snores. Disasters, both of them. …I was going to try and come up with another ship for this prompt, since - spoilers - there'll be more Viviakou later on... but I thought of this image and laughed hard enough I couldn't not draw it!

Sun/Rain - Yakou/Amaterasu Researcher. - One of the happiest moments of Yakou's life was when his wife got him a boat for his birthday. A whole boat!!! A portable office! Never had he felt so loved before. …Never has the sun shone that brightly again. He hates the rain.

Stars - Clockbolt - Fubuki is staring out wistfully at the rain clouds, lamenting that she cannot see her star - the one her parents bought for her. But luckily - “Don't worry, Princess, I'll be your star…!” says Desuhiko. Bolder, brighter, and much, much closer than her faraway prize…Yeah, I think Fubuki would eat that up. This is a fun ship. I like that Desuhiko - against all odds - treats Fubuki like a person. And ironically I think that would make her like him more!!

Flowers - Furroughs - What else could I have drawn for 'flowers,' honestly? It's a cheap bouquet of Black-Eyed Susans! I can't see this as a healthy relationship, honestly, but that's what makes it fun! Imagining them as childhood friends who used to be really close but grew apart in adulthood strikes just the right chord of melancholy with me. Even more heartbreaking if you see them both as trans - imagine Yakou's so excited to have a friend like him, and then as soon as Seth transitions he's like "you don't know me. never speak to me again." Mmm, I do so love to put Yakou through the wringer.

Memories - Yumagami - Sometimes you don't know what you've got until it's gone. I imagine Yuma goes through phantom pains after their pact gets broken, not knowing whose laughter keeps ringing through his ears, what's up with that tingly spot on his cheek, or why he can't look at a barrel without his face feeling hot. (Though, he's probably astute enough to put together the clues...)

First Times - Viviakou - The first time Yakou heard Vivia say that catchphrase, it didn't feel very good.

Final Moments - Viviakou - ...The last time didn't feel very good either.

Swap - Vivia/Amaterasu Researcher - Okay, hear me out. If Yakou had managed to run up that hill, make a deal with Kodaka, and get him to swap their places - that is, he dies while his wife survives and becomes Chief of the Nocturnal Detective Agency - I think Vivia would think the same of Mrs. Furio that he did of Mr. Furio (that is, helplessly smitten). EXTREMELY underrated. Please ship this with me.

Alternate Universe - Zilara - My personal pet rarepair!!! Alas, our two confident creature-lovers have been kept from each other by the cruel hands of fate. So, I cope by drawing them getting fancy little drinks together. This is an homage to Boba AU, of course, but honestly, while drawing this, I was picturing them as students at the local prestigious college campus. Maybe they're members of frat Alpha Beta Omega or something.

Past/Future - Makoyuma - This one's more of a concept/pitch than a fully explored scene, but hear me out: time travel AU. What if Yuma meets a mysterious masked stranger who turns out to be a tech-savvy time traveler from a destroyed future... but then also turns out to be himself, somehow? How is there someone who looks exactly like him, 5000 years from now? What's the connection between Yuma and Makoto? And why are they so drawn to each other?

...The last prompt for the official Ship Week is a free day - so I'm going to take the day off! Though, there are a lot of other ships I lament not shouting out here - Kokobolt, Kokomare, Twimare, Fubugami, just to name a few!!! But I'm gonna give myself a break for now. Don't worry, you'll see more art from me soon - maybe even print versions of this, and some of my other Rain Code fanart. And if there's a specific ship or scenario you really can't wait to see... my commissions are open! ;D

[damagedcoda6669]

Hey Lucifer, i'm sorry I am telling you this since ik you and Al are close, but that's exactly why i'm telling you this...

As you know, Al used to be in birdie drama spaces, and he still is, but just under an alt.

Remember the borderline 12 drama? Al made that happen to see how the public would react since he is planning bigger things. He wants to see how fast your "fans" will turn on you, and he wanted to see how many would defend you. He knew doing the borderline 12 thing would get you in trouble, he even was surprised with how well it went considering YOU posted it when he actually wanted to post it on his account and mention you drew it.

I know this since i'm also in birder drama servers, but I just think Al is taking it too far...

He is truly playing the long game and trying to solidify your trust within him so that those leaks that are happening cannot be traced back to him. Al has truly formed an attachment to you, but not in a good way.

That borderline 12 drama was also to test your loyalty to him and it worked since you believed that he meant no harm when all he truly did mean was to harm you. You may think Al is genuine and would never, but just try to analyze a few of his messages pertaining to birder drama.... that's all i'm going to allude to because I don't want him to know who i am. I don't want him to doxx me.

I will say, Al does share a lot of interests with you and he does find you fun to be around, but that's because he sees you as a toy instead of a person.

Just- please be careful with Al, he is betraying you behind closed doors and PLEASE don't listen to him when he says all the anon's are lying, they are just scared of him finding out because right now he is really favored in birdie drama spaces since he infiltrated you so well.

Ik you might not believe me since i said I was in birdie drama spaces and i will admit, i do talk bad about you.... However, I never leaked anything nor have I been involved in what Al has been doing. I am mainly a lurker and to gain trust in the birder servers I just regurgitate the hate everyone else has for you. I feel really guilty, which is why i'm writing you this.

Other's have spoken out in anon asks on your moraltonz account, and Al was really upset with them and tried doxxing them to get them out of the birdie servers he's in so his plans don't get foiled by them, since he knows you get paranoid easily. Al is really worried about you finding out about him, so I'm hoping you get to this ask.

You may believe it's people trying to ruin you Lucifer, but other asks that pretty much imply it's birdie haters was just a tactic used to try to get the people truly coming forward to be discreditable.

Also, read my username and think back to all the birdie drama and all the people involved. I won't say too much, but I hope you can get what I am alluding to. If not, it's ok.

TLDR;

PLEASE BE CAREFUL WITH AL, LUCIFER. Please.

It's disheartening what Al is doing to you, with all the leaks, with the ploys, with how he talks about you, and just with everything he is doing.

Al has not stopped interacting in birdie drama spaces, he lied to you.

I truly think Synni is your only friend, because even though she used to be in birdie spaces, I don't think she has an alt.

I'm sorry i'm telling you all of this considering how close you and Al are, I really am sorry he is doing this to you. /gen

the lengths u guys go 2 2 try 2 induce my paranoia/delusions n turn me against ppl u dont know is crazy. if this is true, if u actually cared abt me, use ur main. say it 2 my face. give me evidence. ALSO ADMITTING U SHITTALK ME AND ACTIVELY PARTICIPATE IN BIRDIE DRAMA SERVERS IS CRAAAZY. I AM NOT GOING 2 LISTEN 2 A WORD U SAY, U R JUST ADMITTING 2 BEING A BAD PERSON. if u feel sooooo guilty, why r u still there? if al was rlly leaking shit in these spaces, scs and evidence wouldve gotten back 2 me by now. itd have spread online and id be able 2 see artwork n images that i havent sent 2 anyone besides them. also??? stop misgendering them??? weird ass

anyway yeah, good lie, u fabricated an interesting story, but gimme some proof. gimme gimme i want those discord scs that dont exist *rubs my hands 2gether nefariously*

heh u dont know this but.. jotaro is leaking everything

[definitelynotanalien]

Since when was Tokyo Debunker a historical romance novel!

Novels were always fun to read. You could get absorbed into the world and over analyse every single detail.

You wouldn’t have to deal with the outside world, and worrying about what other people thought of you. Novel characters wouldn’t judge you. They wouldn’t insult you or gossip about you. They didn’t care about you.

You reflected as you walked down the path, heading to something that you didn't even remember. With people that you probably didn't care about. And you hoped it would end quickly.

I mean, that was why you loved reading so much, as it was an escape from the outside world. A world that you wanted nothing to do with, for the time being. Because as much as you loved other people, you were tired. You weren't ready to address the outside world at that moment, you just wanted to be left alone.

You stopped at a stop light, waiting for it to turn green.

Your fingers fidgeted with your phone. Opening up a novel app, and starting to read your oldest favourite.

The light in front of you turned green. And you began to walk across the street, reading your novel on your phone.

It was a stereotypical fantasy novel, with a MC who was a saintess and an unfeeling duke of the north. As well as a world filled with men who adored the MC. It even had a typical villainess who was the daughter of an earl, and shared your exact same name.

The plot was fairly simple, the MC is discovered as the saint during a ball. She’s sought after by the tyrant duke, who was cursed by an evil vampire (who’s never mentioned again like wtf!?). The tyrant king has a villain fiancée who hates the saintess, and adores the duke. And then the villain tries to assassinate the saintess, then she ends up getting executed. And at the end of the story, the ball is held again and the saintess and duke marry.

Of course the story was well loved, and you yourself had read it a large number of times. It was your comfort novel, as the familiar tropes were rather relaxing.

But how did you end up there?

As you crossed the street, you were hit by a truck.

You had just woken up in a plush large bed, surrounded by pillows. You shifted around a bit, feeling silky fabric. You sat up, and blood began to rush to your head. Ouch, you felt rather disoriented. But while your vision was blurry, you could tell something was… off. You looked around the room, searching for something that would tell you what was wrong. And you found a rather telling object.

Your heart raced as you saw your reflection in the mirror. You were you, but you weren’t you? As you carefully observed your reflection, your hands began to feel numb. You looked like yourself but at the same time you didn’t. Your face looked askew, your eyes a bit too big, your nose a bit too small. Your mouth felt drier and drier, then you put a hand on your cheek. Squishing it around as if to check that you were real. You could feel your cheek, and you could feel the pain. Yet everything just looked different, you weren't you. Your hands began to get clammy. Were you really you? Was this just an odd dream, perhaps it was a lucid dream. Your stomachs churning began to slow. Perhaps it was just a lucid dream, and you were just a bit crazy.

So you decided to will your room to change.

Your room didn’t change.

So it probably wasn’t a lucid dream.

No. It definitely wasn't a lucid dream.

You began to link the dots together. You were crossing the road, and reading a novel. Whimpering a bit when you remembered a strong pain. One that must have come from a car or more likely a truck. Your chest ached lightly, perhaps from the memory of your former body. So you were most likely hit by a truck. Then you were isekai’d into another world. And that world was most likely the one from the novel you had just read.

That's the conclusion you drew, which was further supported by the maids around you asking if you were alright. And referring to you as your real name. Your real name. So you must have been that infamous villainess. Your legs began to have pins and needles, annoying.

You were transported to another world. Another universe. And you took the body of a villainess. A villainess who shared your name, and who was hated by everyone in that universe. You didn't even know what year it was. You didn't know how close you were to the ending. You theorised that you had at least a year's worth of time, because from what you knew the villainess was never sick in the original timeline. But this wasn't the original timeline, you had disrupted it.

For all you knew, you were going to die in a week. Your breaths became faster and faster, occasionally choking on your own breath. You were the villainess, who was practically destined to die. Holy hell, you were going to die. In at least a year's time. And your head was going to be chopped off. The room began to spin around you, or perhaps you began to spin. A maid attempting to talk to you, and you responding by muttering nonsensically.

The maids around you started to panic, but you ignored them. Your lips quivered. And your cheeks began to feel warmer and warmer, and you felt a sense of doom, looming over you. You didn't ask to die, you didn't ask to be taken into another world. You didn't want to leave your family, or your friends.

You were going to die, without even saying goodbye to your family or your friends.

You were going to die.

You were going to die.

Your vision went black, and you fell onto your back.. Then the feeling of dread began to grow.

-

For the past week you were stuck in the far too comfortable bed, and you were hand fed by maids. You were mostly fed soups, and an occasional bowl of congee. But you were visited by your family and doctors, the latter of which diagnosed you with trauma induced memory loss about a day ago. Although, you knew that you simply didn’t have any memories from that life. Rather than losing all of them.

“After being pushed into the lake by the duke, she seems to have lost her memories.” The doctor proclaimed, talking to who you assumed to be your parents. He continued to ramble about how your memory loss could have occurred, and what to do about it.

From what you had gathered, around a fortnight ago, you were pushed into a lake during a ball. You were probably clinging onto the duke, and he was annoyed. So he probably pushed you in with no regard to your relationship, or your title. The tyrant duke was your fiancé. The tyrant duke was the ruler of Frostheim, the province that you currently lived in. And you were the daughter of one of the kingdom's earls.

It made some sense how you were engaged, in fact you were probably the only lady who would have wanted him.

When he was first announced as the man who would inherit the dukedom, many princesses flocked towards him. Trying to earn his favour. At first he welcomed them with open arms, but without an open heart.

You fidgeted with your hands.

“Pardon me, how long is it until my engagement is announced?” You asked randomly, sipping the tea that was just brought in. The doctor stopped his chatter.

You received your answer fairly quickly, apparently you had 2 years until your engagement was announced. Which means you had 1 year until the start of the novel. Which began a year before you and the Duke’s engagement was meant to be announced.

So, after your ‘parents’ left with the doctor. You decided to devise a plan. After a night's worth of sleep.

So, you left your bed in the morning. Walking around the room to devise a scheme, so you made one.

So you started to collect your information.

From what you knew, you were engaged to your fiancé ‘Jin Kamurai’ the duke of the richest province in the world. He was the ruler of Frostheim and was the tyrant duke. He was cursed by an evil vampire to never be able to fall in love, as well as to have his family's power to die with him.

The evil vampire was never mentioned in the story again after Jin Kamurai’s backstory, so you probably didn't have to worry about him.

But Jin Kamurai’s power on the other hand… It was way too overpowered, to the point where he could control the most powerful creatures' actions with a single word. Which was why you had to break off your engagement, and leave as soon as possible. Ugh, why didn't the author nerf him?

You could probably leave to another province, like Hotarubi, and you could lay low for around a year or two. At least you could wait until the saintess showed up, and will cure his heart from the evil curse placed upon him.

So, after you’re fully healed, you should head to his estate! And then you can head off to hotarubi and chillax for the rest of your life!

-

“No.” The duke sighed, shaking his far too majestic head.

You stiffened your jaw, and rolled your eyes. Of course, your fiance had to disagree. Now you'd probably get into the trope of him falling in love with you, and continuing to stall the cancellation of your engagement. With a stupider, and stupider excuse each time. The only thing is, how'd he fall in love with you with the whole ‘no love curse’. Unless, because you were isekai’d, you now had secret protagonist powers. And you wouldn't mind Jin Kamurai falling in love with you of all people. As he talked about something else, you began to admire him. And damn, was he a sight to behold. He had perfectly messy white hair, blue sapphire eyes, and a face looked like it was chiselled by the gods. Of course his mouth wasn’t any less beautiful, with soft pink lips, and-

“(Y/n)? (Y/N)!” The duke practically screamed your name at you, as he glanced at you with a sense of urgency and worry. Of course, he would care about you, as he was already falling in love.

“Yes?” You answered, batting your eyelashes with a sly smile on his face.

“As I was saying, I'll break off the engagement if you beg.” The duke stated, a sadistic smile on his face and with a pair of far too furrowed eyebrows. He kinda looked like a stupid chinchilla, if you were honest.

Your jaw dropped to the ground. What kind of sadist was he? Someone knocked on the door, but the two of you ignored it.

“Okay! You stupid sadist…” You replied, quickly getting on your knees, at his feet, and preparing to beg.

“Pardon?” He noticed your little murmur, luckily not fully comprehending it.

“Sir Jin, I’ve prepared the documents youve asked me to.” Someone entered the room, with both eyes closed. When his eyes opened, one behind a monocle, he gasped. “Oh, I didn’t know you and your fiancee were doing something… I’ll leave now!” The man stated, with a slight smile in his voice.

Both you and Jin noticed your position. You were on your knees, sitting at his feet, adorning a rather desperate expression, and he was smirking. So, you could understand why they interpreted this like that…

Neither of you changed your position. Him out of carelessness, you out of laziness.

You decide to break the silence.

“Please, I beg of you to break off the engagement!” You beg, with a pitiful sadness on your face.

Your hands were placed together, both were far too sweaty for your taste. And your heart thumped lightly in your chest, you hoped he wouldn't notice it.

“Grovel more.” He states in response.

“Please duke, please! I need you to break the engagement, I’ll do anything!” You hastily add the last part, as you really hoped he didn't want anything else.

“That's enough now. You will leave.” The duke motions you to go.

So you quickly leave his residence, and go to take your carriage back home. Hoping that whichever servant that came in, would not notice you.

Of course you realised that that servant was Tohma Ishibashi. A conniving man who would end up manipulating the original villainess, and then helping kill you.

Tohma would befriend the villainess, and give her hints on how to make the duke fall in love with her. Of course he didn’t fall in love with her, instead he grew to hate her even more. Which made the villainess grow angry, and decide to take it out on the MC. She told Tohma about this plan, and Tohma decided to give the villainess fake poison to attempt to kill the saintess with. Anyhow the saintess lived, the villainess died.

Not gonna lie, everyone except you (and the second male lead of course) ended up having a happy ending. Which pissed you off, cause like, the villainess wasn’t actually a bad person. Encouragement from Tohma made her go closer and closer to the deep end, until she finally went in. So really, it was all Tohmas fault! Also like the second male lead was such an icon, and he was fine as hell.

Aside from that lore dump, your plan was going pretty well! You finally broke off your engagement, and you could probably convince your parents to let you go to Hotarubi on a mental health break. And then you could live happily ever after with no problems at all.

-

Your parents ended up approving the trip! Which you were pretty happy about, especially since they had a nice piece of property in Hotarubi.

The only problem was to get into Hotarubi quick you’d have to pass through the province of Obscuary. Which was never fully mentioned in the book. It was still under the control of the kingdom of Darkwick, but it was really mysterious. Or obscure!

From what you knew, Obscuary was the fastest path to Hotarubi. So you decided to take it! After all if the MC didn’t have to take her pilgrimage through there, then it would be absolutely fine.

Of course the saintess didn’t go from Frostheim to Obscuary because she didn’t go to Hotarubi even though the finest man in the history of man invited her there.

You’d hopefully meet that beautiful man in your stay at Hotarubi, perhaps even develop a nice romance. Perhaps even make out in the back of a carriage. But those were mere fever dreams, and you were but a young naive girl.

WHO WAS STUCK IN SOME STUPID CARRIAGE TRAFFIC. You get it, there would be jams. But there shouldn’t be any in Obscuary, where you were currently stranded in! You could be stuck on the road for an hour. But not like 3! And it was already the dead of night, the sun had set 4 hours ago! You had expected to get to your destination 2 hours ago! But instead you were stuck in the middle of the road.

If you didn’t start moving right that instance you were going to put on your best villainess act and start screaming. Of course you would have to scream pretty damn loud with all the bats outside.

So you wait five minutes. Then you scream out a demand to keep on moving. Then you wait ten minutes. Then you check it out, putting on your best bossy manipulative villain face.

“What’s wrong with the carriage? Why aren’t we moving?” You ask loudly, stepping outside your carriage and walking towards the driver. Who seems suspiciously still in his seat.

Was he dozing off? How delightful, but you had to applaud his sleeping skills. As you don’t think anyone could’ve slept through your demands to move the carriage, which you feel bad for. You really shouldn’t have screamed at the poor guy, who was probably really sleep deprived and all. Especially if he was able to fall asleep while driving a carriage. Although you notice something.

The horses are long gone, perhaps having run away a few minutes ago. And that pisses you off. You can get falling asleep, but how could you lose the horses. So you look around to ask that some of the other carriages can give you a ride. Although instead your blood boils. What makes you angry is the lack of your entourage carriages surrounding you! What kind of lady doesn’t have an entourage carriage?

Ah. You were very peeved. What made it worse is that the carriage driver ignored you. You walked forward and tapped on his shoulder, hoping that he would wake up.

He didn't wake up. So you tapped again, and again, and again. And on what must have been the fifteenth time you decided to shake him awake. And you noticed something odd.

Your heart started to thump rather loudly in your chest as you touched the carriage driver's neck, feeling around for something. You were meant with cold unmoving skin with some light scarring, and a sudden answer to your long forgotten question.

“Who am I? I’m Edward Hart, the world's strongest vampire.”

(Somewhere in another universe)

“Holy shit is that Gojo?”

Shohei glares at you.

“That’s my brother. Hyde.” He looks very disappointed with you, like an angry mother.

“You’re related to Gojo!” You state, ignoring his stare.

“Who tf is Gojo.”

[mustainegf]

Can you write a fic where Cliff finds you crying and he comforta you? maybe offers you a cigarrette or a drink? Please and thank you :,3

AAAAAAHH CLIFF MY LOVEEE :,(

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ¹⁹⁸⁵

The night air was cool as is hugged me, my tired body slumped on the porch step of the old 'Metallimansion'.

The full moon lit up the quiet neighbourhood with its soft light but I couldn't see much because of the tears blurring my vision. In the dim moonlight, everything looked hazy.

If it wasn't for the feel of the wet concrete beneath my legs and the sound of the howling dogs in the distance, I would have thought that I was dreaming.

Sighing, Ileaned back against the steps, my breath catching on the familiar scent of weed drifting through the air from inside the house.

It was Cliff's smell.

I heard the door creak open behind me, the porch squeaking as footsteps drew nearer.

I waited until he sat down next to me before turning my head to look at him. He was sitting there, his long chestnut hair falling around his calm face, his eyes tinted pink.

He wore his usual jeans and denim jacket combo.

He never seemed to change what he wore. "Hey," he said softly. His hand reached out for mine and I instantly took it.

"Hey." I smiled sadly. "I take it the day didn't go too well?" He asked, taking a small puff of his joint.

The smoke curled into the sky and disappeared, blending into the dark clouds. I shook my head.

"No, it didn't," I replied as another sob escaped my lips. Cliff handed me the joint, his eyes fixed on me, waiting for my reaction. I took it from him with trembling fingers.

My heart pounded against my ribcage as I hesitated for a moment before placing the end between my lips and taking a drag. I held it in for as long as I could then slowly released it.

Instantly, my eyes began to burn. "That really works?" I asked, looking at him in wonder. He smiled, a small glint of mischief in his eyes. "It helps," he said, his voice a low whisper.

I nodded and looked out into the night, the air cooling my burning cheeks. A tear rolled off my cheek, sliding down my chin, leaving a cold trail in its wake.

Tears dripped onto my knees and soaked into my pants. I felt them dampen my skin, I felt their sting, but all I wanted was for them to stop coming.

Nothing helped. I sighed. "You know, sometimes, I think I'm just going crazy. I don't know why this has happened to me and if I ever will get over it." I was shaking, my teeth chattering, my body trembling.

"We all go a little crazy sometimes," Cliff murmured into the night, blowing the smoke from his lungs.

Ileaned my head on his shoulder with a sniffle.

"It's okay," he whispered into my hair, gently stroking my back as I cried silently.

After a while, the sobbing subsided. "So, you're saying I'm not going mad?" I asked, pulling away from him, the exhaustion from my day hitting me like a ton of bricks. "I didn't say that," he replied softly.

"You are definitely going crazy, but it's temporary.

You'll get over it." I laughed softly. "Okay then, so this is normal," I said. He chuckled, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips.

"Something like that." He took another hit of his joint and passed it to me. "Thank you," I told him.

He shrugged and grinned. "Don't mention it," he replied, exhaling a cloud of smoke. I took another drag, feeling the familiar comfort settle within me.

When I finished it, Cliff crushed it under his shoe and stood. I followed suit and walked with him toward the house. He opened the front door and let us in.

"Do you wanna stay here with me tonight?" He asked softly, lazily walking to his room.

I was about to tell him no, that I had to be home, but then I changed my mind. I thought of the empty apartment and my couch which felt more lonely than ever.

"Yeah," I whispered. He grinned and led me down the hall, opening his door and gesturing me inside.

I stepped in, seeing his room again after so long.

Everything was where I remembered it being-his desk with a mountain of books scattered across it, his framed photos on the wall, his bass leaning against one side of his bed.

Cliff slowly moved his guitar, gesturing to his closet. "You can grab something more comfortable if you want."

I smiled, nodding my head and grabbed a shirt.

"Thanks," I muttered, tossing my clothes on top of his pile. Cliff nodded and left me alone in the bedroom, disappearing into his bathroom.

I stripped out of my tear stained clothes, slipping on his tee. I was left in the very large shirt and my underwear. Maybe it was inappropriate, but I couldn't care less, I was exhausted and just wanted Cliff to return.

I slid under the cool sheets and laid on my side, staring at his posters and photos. It wasn't long before Cliff emerged from the bathroom.

He wore nothing but a pair of sweats. His eyes were puffy and red from the weed, the same as mine. He stared at me for a moment, his gaze falling to my form.

"Nice shirt," he smiled, slipping into the small bed beside me. I gazed down at the shirt, it was a baggy black misfits tee. Just like the tattoo on his arm.

I lay my head back, shutting my eyes. Cliff reached for the blanket and covered both of us, his hand resting on my thigh. I opened my eyes again, meeting his warm gaze.

"Thank you," I whispered. "You're welcome." He watched me intently for a few moments before laying his head back on his pillow, closing his eyes.

"Can I hold you?" he asked softly. I didn't have an answer for him.

I didn't have to. Instead, I curled myself into his chest and laid my head on his heart. His arms came around me and held me tight, his warmth enveloping me.

I breathed in deeply through my nose, taking in his scent. The same spicy scent he used to wear mixed with a hint of sandalwood and the fresh smell of sweat. I smiled. It was perfect.

[fremiinetistic]

Might need to hear about the Kaveh and fremi being brothers thing ngl you can't give me that and let me go crazy

I've been waiting for an excuse for this paragraph to move up on the list Here is why I believe Freminet and Kaveh are brothers Kaveh's mother, Faranak visited Fontaine Kaveh enrolled in the Akademiya to help " ease her soul a little" from his fathers death, eventually she was offered a job there which led to her moving there. Sometime after Kaveh's graduation she had a wedding in which he attended "she wrote that she had found someone to whom she could entrust the rest of her life, and as such was going to remarry in Fontaine. It was this news that she would, with great trepidation and expectation, relate to her only relative." "Kaveh wrote back and congratulated her, and would even go to Fontaine to take part in the wedding. It was a simple affair, and only a few guests were present. Seeing his mother smile once more" After the wedding it's said that "his mother would leave all her property in Sumeru to him. Three days later, he would return to Sumeru, and once again felt the terror of the empty home" meaning she decided to move their permanently and after a while he lost contact with her. It doesn't really make sense that she wouldn't contact him again seeing as she cared for Kaveh dearly, its said that in a mistake where Kaveh as a child drew his first blueprint and put it in a pile with hers and she ended up accidentally giving it to a client instead of being mad she taught him how to make a proper one. "She didn't scold me about it in private, though. Instead, she went over all the steps required to draw a good blueprint, and was very patient throughout the whole process. I still remember it like it was yesterday." It does however make sense if you connect Freminet's lore to it Freminet was born to an unnamed mother and an unnamed father in Fleuve Cendre, a region in Fontaine. It is said that his father had a major debt and left his mother sometime after they married to deal with it. "Freminet never met his own father, but he heard from his mother that the man was knee-deep in debt. He had little idea what all these numbers meant, and they were as hard for the little boy to conceive as a dinner in the Palais Mermonia. " The debt lead to Freminet being given away and her being killed when he was a young child. ""Father" told Freminet that his mother hadn't abandoned him, but on the contrary, had acted to protect him...

That year, the debt that his family owed finally reached the point where they would no longer be able to repay it. Those greedy moneylenders had not only forced Freminet's mother to hand over the house that they lived in, but had also demanded that she hand over Freminet as well. But she was his mother — how could she let this happen? In the end, she had no choice but to entrust Freminet to "that orphanage" — somewhere they could never get at him — and then face them alone.

"This was all I found. As for your mother..." As she looked at the young boy in front of her, still gripping the pendant tightly in his hands, "Father" trailed off and left the ensuing silence to speak for her."

It makes sense she would drop contact if she /had/ no choice. It is said his mother "worked from dawn till dusk, day in day out." which left him alone most of the time, and wouldn't give her a lot of time to send a letter to Kaveh. Especially because she ended up dying. A question that someone could ask is "Why wouldn't she tell Kaveh that she was going to be killed?" Well not only did she still work constantly before her eventual death but also she wouldn't want to burden her son with the knowledge that his mother whom he had lost contact with years before had died, ignorance is bliss I suppose. Other things would be "and seeing Freminet's innocent face light up with pure joy, a rare smile broke out on his mother's, too." Kaveh's character story 2 says this about his mom: "after his passing, she would never again smile." They both have robotic companions "..Pers? No, Pers is more like family to me. We grew up together... No, I'm serious. I'm always tinkering with it to add more functionality... " "Page 115: Suitcase design draft. Postscript: "Mehrak is an ancient word, one I have used as the name for this suitcase. It means 'little light.' More than anything, I hope it really can understand what I'm saying.""

Their mother both played an important role in their current job (semi job for Freminet he doesn't really.. get paid its more of his role) "One day, when his mother returned home, she suddenly heard a strange noise that stopped her in her tracks. It was the sound of their clock, which Freminet had unwittingly fixed, ticking away almost as if to celebrate the new lease on life he had given it. She caressed his head and praised him, filling his heart with joy. But when he woke up the following morning, the clock was nowhere to be found. When his mother came home that evening, she brought him two slices of a type of bread he'd never had before. He still remembers the taste to this day. From that day forth, his mother brought back all kinds of different devices for him — everything from clockwork toys to miniature clocks. Freminet liked his new friends a lot, and would spend a long time "waking" them from their slumber, even though they always vanished the following day."

"while his mother had graduated from Kshahrewar, and much as he would become later in life, she too was a famous architect. Influenced by them, Kaveh was interested in architectural design from a young age. They would sit in the living room as he sat at home playing with the block puzzles they had bought for him." " "Oh, and this blueprint... Haha, I made it by copying my mother's sketch, and the aspect ratio was horrendous. It's still technically the first blueprint I made myself, though." " Also they're both known for their engineering/mechanics which is a given because of their jobs/hobbies.

Both their visions are on the same hip

Both of their constellations are birds that represent them

Their descriptions are similar

+ Also similar

they both are considered sensitive

[wreckedandpolemic]

85 and 143 for white and gold pls pls pls🙏🙏

dutiful hostess - matty healy

(mdni) in which your boyfriend needs a lesson in politeness. part of the white and gold universe. 1579 words.

Sometimes, you wonder if you’ve gotten yourself into something you can’t handle with Matty. Other times, like now, you’re sure he must wonder the same thing about you. You can’t help that he’s so fun to tease, that making him crumble is intoxicating. Even though you’re playing the dutiful hostess, you keep flitting back to Matty, sticking out like a sore thumb in your crowd of friends. 

“Baby, I feel like I’m going crazy,” he complains, but cracks a smile when you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “If I have to hear one more 2010s pop song, I’m putting my head through a wall.”

You huff a laugh, shoving him affectionately. “You’re ridiculous,” you scoff, then smile softly at him. “Thanks for letting me have my friends over,” you add. “Sorry it got a bit crazy,” you chuckle awkwardly, your shoes pointedly sticking to the usually-pristine floors.

“S’okay, angel. It’s your house too, now. But you’re cleanin’ this up hanging out of your arse tomorrow, okay?”

You giggle. “Yeah, okay.” You lean down close to his ear and speak in a low voice. “I promise I’ll find a way to repay you,” you purr, shifting slightly to obscure your hand from view as you slide it between his legs, swallowing his gasp when you squeeze his cock gently. “My sweet boy. Being so patient,” you croon, craning your neck up until his lips ghost against yours and pulling away at the last second. His chest heaves as you step back, leaving him needy and unsatisfied.

Later, you find him tucked away in a corner of your living room, watching your friends play Ring of Fire in bewildered concern. Spotting you, they shout your name, begging you to join them, and you wave them off, holding up a finger to say one second. “Why are you sulking?” you pout, splaying yourself in Matty’s lap and tilting his chin up to meet your eyes.

“Baby,” he laughs, taking hold of your waist and stroking the bare skin there in a way that makes you shiver. “I’m a thirty-mumble year old man at a college party, why do you think I’m sulking?” he scoffs.

You grind down in his lap, kissing his jaw as he groans. “These are my friends, Daddy,” you murmur, low enough not to be overheard even as you feel eyes burning into your back. “I like your friends, you could at least make an effort,” you tease, still subtly rocking your hips.

“You hate my friends,” Matty argues. You can feel him trembling with the effort of not grinding up against you. 

“I hate the boring people from your work. You don’t even like them. I like Ross, and the Hanns, and Charli and George. I like your actual friends.” He looks unconvinced, and you sigh. “Fine, be a sulky little brat. S’not like I was about to get drunk and sloppy and let you do whatever you want to me later, or anything,” you say with a shrug, climbing off his lap and breaking his hold when he tries to pull you back down.

Matty practically whines. “You’re killing me,” he complains, and the state of him makes your eyes blow wide with lust. Flushed and practically gasping for breath, an obvious tent in his jeans and his eyes dark and glittering.

You honestly aren’t sure which of you is going to come out on top in this struggle, danger written across Matty’s face and your will unbending. “Good,” you smirk, joining your friends’ game in time to draw the four of spades. “Four for whores!” you crow, making eye contact with Matty as you lean purposefully on the last word, taking a long sip of your vodka. He breaks first, looking away and swallowing thickly, subtly adjusting himself as he gets up and leaves the room, to your disappointment disappearing up the stairs.

You can’t quite remember how many rounds you played, enough that your head feels light and your decisions are impaired. Thankfully, though, someone else drew the final king. The mere sight of the concoction of gin, red wine, rum and vodka mixed with varying sodas that you created made you heave, the thought of having it slide stickily down your throat enough to have bile creeping. You push the thought to the back of your mind, giggling as you stumble up the stairs. A couple of people are hanging around on your landing, apparently waiting for the bathroom, but you pay them no mind as you push your bedroom door open, finding Matty sprawled on your bed watching some mindless TV show.

You click your tongue and he looks up at you curiously as you throw yourself down next to him. “The only thing worse than sulking at a party is sulking upstairs during a party,” you chide. “You’re always telling me ‘be good,’ ‘make an effort.’ S’not fair if you won’t do that for me,” you pout. “C’mon, you can be a good boy for me for an hour, right? Then I’ll kick everybody out and you can have me, ‘kay?” You grab Matty’s hand by the wrist and slowly drag it down your body, letting him palm your tits greedily and drag your skirt up to play with the waistband of your panties. Truthfully, you’d let him have you here and now, but he has a weird hangup about people hearing him fuck you. You roll on top of him, moaning into his mouth as he tugs you in for a messy kiss, your hips rolling down and his hand tangling in your hair. Gracelessly, you slide out of your panties, press them into his open palm and climb off him. “There. You can have those as collateral. Now come down and be nice to my friends, or you can go to bed needy and watch me get myself off tonight,” you order, pulling on his arm to try and force him to his feet.

He doesn’t budge, and you groan, mentally preparing a tirade. “You like messing with my head, don’t you?” he says lowly, and the anger simmering in your stomach clenches into something else at his tone

 “Only because it clearly turns you on,” you retort. “The fucking state of you, popping a boner in front of all my friends just from having me in your lap. S’that why you don’t wanna go down there?” you taunt. “You’re scared they’ll think you’re easy? Scared everyone’ll know my big, strong man of a boyfriend is just a needy, pathetic little slut?” you hiss. Matty whimpers slightly, and you know you’ve got him. Straddling his hips again, you grind your bare cunt against his jeans, moaning softly at the harsh scrape over your sensitive nerves. “Fuckin’ cuntstruck, aren’t you, Daddy? You’dve fucked me right there, wouldn’t you? Would’ve done whatever I wanted just to feel my cunt wrapped around you, huh?” Matty nods shakily, exhaling a trembling breath as you lean down with a predatory grin. “Get undressed for me, okay, baby?”

Matty shudders. “Th-There are people outside this door—” he hisses, and you press a finger to his lips, hushing him condescendingly.

“Well, this isn’t about them, is it?” you answer. “It’s about you and me, right, Daddy? You being a good boy for me, and doing as you’re told before I force you to come out and show all my friends what a little whore you are.”

Nodding slowly, Matty tugs his shirt off over his head, and you run your hands over the planes of his chest, tracing lovingly over the familiar We Are Kings tattoo on his hip. “Okay, princess. ‘M gonna be good f’you,” he murmurs, voice thick with lust. You climb off him to let him struggle out of his jeans and boxers in one clumsy movement, cock begging and drooling as it springs free.

You wrap your hand around him, spreading precum down his length as he bucks needily into your hand. “You’re so pretty, Daddy, you know that? Such a pretty boy, with a pretty dick to match,” you praise, his cock twitching in your palm.

“Th- thank you, princess,” Matty whimpers, and you coo softly, watching him slip into submission, his eyes glazing over as he stares adoringly up at you. He whines sadly when you climb off him, digging in your dresser drawer.

“Arms up, Daddy,” you instruct, and he obeys unthinkingly, letting you tie one arm to each bedpost so he’s splayed out for you. “There,” you say, admiring your handiwork. “You like being in this bed so much, you can fuckin’ stay here.” He gasps in disbelief as you climb off him, retrieving your discarded panties and deliberately flashing your cunt as you bend over. “I’m gonna go and be a good hostess, okay? You can just stay here and maybe think about not bein’ so sulky next time, yeah?”

“Baby, m’sorry, please don’t–” You ignore his pleas and slip out of the door, careful not to widen it far enough that anyone outside could see him — you’re not that much of an exhibitionist.

The group scattered on the landing gape at you when you emerge from your room. You shrug, unabashed. “Hope you all enjoyed the show,” you smirk. “Party’s over, if that wasn’t clear.”

[velvetcloxds]

HSHDHS YES and I can imagine just having dinner trying to comfort Derek touching his arm or something and he flinches so hard trying not to elicit a good reaction cuz Chris is watching😭

MONIQUE OHMYGOD I NEED A DEREK VERSION OF CRAZY STUPID LOVE NOW SJFHDH like it’s one of my favorite rom coms ever and it’s fitting perfectly right about now😭😭 and that pose with Der omg!!

CRAZY STUPID LOVE | D.H.

word count: 1k

warnings: age gap, dbf!derek, argent!reader, "I met you while trying to kill you for being a werewolf but then you helped me get a girl to help me get over my wife and now you're dating my daughter" vibes, fem!reader

Derek wore his fancy jacket, his "this is serious" jacket, his "today you're a gentleman jacket"- how was he to know he'd need more than his jacket and his perfect meet-the-family lines to win over his best friend to let him continue dating his daughter? Dinner was awkward to say the very least, neither your dad nor Derek had acknowledged where they knew each other from before meeting tonight, the night of your birthday dinner, but it was clear there was history there and no one was going to say something first so no one was yet to say anything at all.

Your dad was slicing at his steak in a way that made the whole act seem a little personal, his eyes on Derek's every move as the werewolf tried not to react to you slipping your hand onto his knee like you always did, it was one of his favorite little gestures which is why you were a little surprised when he didn't slip his hand onto yours right away, taking a big gulp from his wine glass in the process

"You two are pretty cozy," your dad noted and you were grateful for Allison's presence next to you to share in a questioning stare because does no one remember you coming home from at least a hundred dates talking about just how amazing Derek was? "What's it been like a week or two?"

"Dad, we've been dating for a few months now," you breathed, not even thinking as you scooped the crunchy carrots from your plate into Derek's, smiling your usual sweet smile and silently asking him to get rid of them for you. "I'd say it would be a little weird if we weren't cozy," you scoffed, thumb brushing over Derek's as you leaned into his side, extremely confused when it made him take in a loud breath of air. You didn't want it to be too obvious when you gave him a little look to ask what was wrong, but it wouldn't have mattered because the man wasn't even looking at you to begin with.

"So, Derek, have you two thought any more about moving in together?" Allison had no idea the terror her question would cause both Derek and your dad looking at her with complete horror as she took another bite of the bread Derek made. "What?" you were curious too, finally being able to meet your boyfriend's gaze and having no idea why he would be so surprised by the question when you talked about it just the previous day.

"Are you okay?" Your question was quiet really, only for his ears but it drew your dad's attention still, the echo of his knife hitting the plate enough to steal your focus. "Are you okay?" you reprised your question to the man opposite of you.

"You're dating my daughter," he wasn't looking at you, eyes burning right into the side of Derek's head before he snapped to meet his gaze, explanation already on his tongue. "You're dating my daughter," he repeated and boy were you lost but by the looks of it you'd be caught up real soon. "You want to move in with my daughter? You?" he had stood up now, plate clinking against the table in the process, glass almost tipping were it not for Derek being fast enough to catch it. "The man who taught me the best way to get a woman to sleep with me wants to move in with my daughter?" Allison swallowed a gasp. You weren't sure who to question first but your dad was moving before you had time to think it through.

"Dad!" you didn't even hesitate before jumping up and moving in front of Derek, stopping the man with your hands firmly on his chest and your face blocking his gaze before he could get close enough to Derek's chair. "Let's take a breath."

"Look, Chris, I can explain."

"Maybe not this second, babe," your tongue slipped, you didn't even realize you'd thrown the petname in there but your dad sure did and it did little to aid your case, even less when Derek stood up behind you, hand falling to your waist out of pure habit as you pushed back a little to stop your dad from moving. "You're the guy he's been playing wingman to?" a little angered nod was all you got in reply. ''And, Der, you're the floozy playboy that's been giving him dating advice?" You couldn't hide your amusement even if you tried your hardest.

"Yes, but this was before I met you and heaven knows not even my best tips worked on her so trust me when I say, Chris, this is different," With his voice back he was brave, very smooth when he took hold of your elbow and guided you behind him. "Look if you want to punch me then I'll give you one free shot but then best believe I'm taking a shot of my own, old man."

"Don't tempt me," your dad was less brave now, narrowed eyes shifting between you and his so-called friend with enough disapproval to write a novel but all he offered was a grunt of defeat. "It goes without saying that I do not even slightly approve of this."

"I don't blame you," your hands gripped his biceps as Derek spoke, you gave a little squeeze to his arms before you peeked your head over his shoulder. "You need time, I get it, we need to talk things out but eventually you'll see that this is different."

"Very," you noted, chin on his shoulder as you nodded, and were it another time anyone would be able to recognize just how cute the gesture was. "He talks a big game, Dad, but he's actually a big uncool softie," you teased and you were happy when Derek smiled, even happier when your dad gave a soft scoff.

"Careful, now," Derek warned and it was entirely not his intent to rub anything in Chris' face but he couldn't even stop himself from pulling you around and into his side, smiling lightly as you looked up at him. "I have a reputation to protect."

"Oh, mister womanizer, how could I forget?" you laughed and stole a glance over the table to where Allison was starting to clean up the dirty dishes. "Why don't you take your brooding self over to the kitchen to help my sister with the dishes and I'll try and convince my dad not to try and murder you again before dessert, " you had no doubt the idea was still very much lingering in his head.

"Yes ma'am," and Chris had to be blind not to notice just how happy you were, just how alarmingly different the little moment between you was to anything he'd seen from Derek before but it would take a hell of a lot more to convince him not to take him out in his sleep.

"So, you had any luck with his advice yet?" It was far too soon to joke about it but you'd not be his daughter if you didn't at least try.

"I need a drink."

[nqueso-emergency]

Queso, maybe you can get us some answers. Why would the official 9-1-1 social media team want to have anything to do with an account that openly, blatantly disparages one of the show's characters, but especially one of their queer characters? I really just want to understand, I really do. How did this happen? WHY did this happen? If you don't have or can't give answers, maybe you could kindly pass this information along. I don't think bad behavior should be rewarded. I also just simply think it's not a good look, but what do I know.

Your ask is the nicest one regarding this event so this is the only one I'm answering. (Tbf, I didn't really want to even address this)

From the social media teams POV, if you casually scroll that X account there is no blatant, in your face, hate. It is a fan art account who not only draws 911 scenes, but also makes cute, unique charms. Not to mention, they're local.

I'm not getting into what they were contacted for, but it's not anything crazy that some of you are currently spiraling to believe.

They drew the entire promo and animated it too, which, I won't lie, was pretty cool.

Anyway, just remember that sometimes reaching out to someone is the simplest way to change their mindset if even for just a moment.

[recyclearose]

FRIENDLOCKE (and other pokemon related) ART DUMP 3!!

hello!! i remembered to post again :') here's some art to make up for my inactivity!! @saltydkart-reblogs

first, a s3 lark & mykyie doodle for my friend (hi uzi)! not the best, but i really enjoyed drawing it! next 2 are wips based on things i like. the saying "put some pep in your step" (which i had to make based off of peppy, duh), and da cheff with aespa lyrics!

now here's my favorite thing out of all of these i've made, my very own peppy kandi bracelet!! it's the only piece of friendlocke "merch" i have (and it's one of a kind too, so that makes it even more special)!

this is my one tuesday the video ending robot art that did really well on twitter for some reason (maybe it's because salty quote retweeted it? i could never guess why)! anyways fun fact about this, one of my irl friends has it bookmarked. he didn't even know i drew it. crazy experience!

and last but not least my pokemon oc/sona, september the graveler! yeah i drew so much of her it isn't even funny. they were my character for (season 1 of) a friendlocke i was in, shoutout lunarlocke!

[loving-delusions]

drew more of my favorite guy, but i might've done a bit too much atp... but then again, i dont care, im just here to vibe and enjoy life lol

as always, closeups and rambles under the cut, and some in the tags as well :P

explanation time, because I want to. :).

okay, first, his antenna.

like, why would i switch it to his face in the first place? well, i noticed that most of the anglerfish pictures i've been seeing online have their antenna kind of connected or close to their noses, so i thought it'd be a neat design. that, and i like the little pattern it makes, with the nose bridge/nose markings connected to the antenna itself

i also put the ring up there as well since i don't think sebastian here would ever comfortably open his hands properly with the ring trapping the webbing of his hands/fingers down.

second, his face markings

okay, so, it looks cool, yeah? but i also noticed how there's a certain little fish in his fucked up mish-mash of DNA. it's the spinyfish (or spinyfin, idk). and it looked pretty neat so i thought, oh hey i should add the eye markings it has onto sebastian. and then boom, sebastian now has natural eyeshadow/eyeliner. don't tell me he doesn't look slay in that.

lastly, body markings and colors

i'm gonna be honest, i just went crazy in this part. i was just gonna give him, like, basic blue whale body pattern.. but then i remember that his appearance has, like, 60% sea snake.. which explains why i put the scale patterns on his lower half's "belly" and the stripes that most sea snake have when i searched them up on google.

and tadaa, he now looks like a goddamned uhhhh lionfish, but less spiny or spikey.

also, take this whole thing as just something i made in a haste of genuine adoration for the character lol.. this aint meant to be a better version or whatever, but just something i used to practice drawing

and yeah, the ring placement is a light reference to (mlp) princess cadence and shining armor's wedding. i dont know how sebastian got it up there or if he could even remove that, but its there lol :)

i am not normal about this at all.

[kyuummie]

read about my sons NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!’!

recently ive taken it upon myself to turn glitterduo (argbur and incelbur/simpbur) into my ocs, allen (he him) and salem (he she they) after realizing how much i was attached to them and might go as far as reclaiming even more relevant burs

theyre kind of like a gag anime with a broad plot that has only 50% to do with the actual episode youre watching. They just kind of exist and go through day to day things together because theyre buds. maybe you will like them too if you liked bur sonas…i just wanted to share something that gave me joy. theyre like if triple baka was double baka mesmerizer if it was awesome

who should be the third baka or the yellow one that wasnt in mesmerizer vote down below /hj

more random stuff about them under the cut

no salem is not an incel. Thought i should preface that LMFAO (i still think its crazy how much the fandom (using that term lightly cause of how fan driven the concept of burs were) “woobified” incelbur/simpbur seeing how much of a creep he apparently is. its ok i was a part of it and i never do anything wrong ^_^)

i originally had a really hard time trying to figure out a plotline for these two, my first draft “salmon alley” was about them being platonic soulmates and having to figure out how to live together. one, i didnt like the name cause it sounded to much like salmonella. Second, i didnt really know where to go with the soulmate thing and i didnt even know if i wanted to have a story for them

then, i wanted to go the unconventional route and make them little magical girls (“1-chance duet”) with the point of them being tied together as two magical girls who were destined to save, well, mentally unstable people 😭, before they could save themselves, and i gave salem a bunny hood which is where his current hat comes from

i might use some of this as au ideas or their general “plot”. but i kind of like them just being there and only serving as comfort and a source of joy? these two just Happened to both be my faves and also be created by some douche. so, if you were also a bur sona liker, youre like a sleeper agent 🕵️ maybe theyll go ghost hunting and find blue (gb). Travel back in time to find an old timey president at a bar (lmanbr). go a couple months forward to find him depressed, and deceased the next day (pogbr). maybe theyll be taken by the mad scientist who sent them back in time(malpractice). maybe theyll meet god himself (100p??). Hey allen why do all these guys look vaguely like us and all have brown shoulder length hair

i remember i had my designs for og glitterduo memorized like muscle memory, i have no idea how i got over them so quickly but when i was reminded of them i couldnt keep the demons inside…i drew arg all the time in class and i love edgy characters so he was my perfect little guy. i might still refer to them (especially allen) as arg/incel/simp. Maybe this is another 2 week phase but i love them

also, i dont know what to call their “series”. i have two in mind: amygdala’s resonance/just amygdala, or hatena (as in question mark) but i think amygdala seems way too dark and edgy for what im thinking

[ryuichirou]

Replies

A couple of replies, a longer one about fandom.

hadesdancehall asked:

BOKU NO RISOU NO ROI DE POISON DE WA I'M LOSING MY MIND OVER TETTERE!ROOK

YESSSSS YES YES I AM SO HAPPY YOU GET IT LOL Rook and Tettere are the same, the idea of this crossover was driving me crazy, I had to draw it. Look at him go, singing about continuously loving every single person until he finds the one…

Fun fact about this sketch: we have no idea why I drew Alte-Rose!Malleus there. It’s been a while since I drew this sketch, and I completely forgot… I guess she had to deal with this Tettere too, so it kind of fits lol

Anonymous asked:

I know you aren't really type to give information just gorgeous art. But in your last reply post you said you do traditional art and just coloured them digitally.

So I'm wondering... How do you do it!?

Because everytime I try to do that it looks so weird. I can't seem to get the colors as vibrant as I can when I'm only doing digital.

Thank you for praising my art! But Anon, I do give information :c I wrote a reply about this exact topic just a couple of days ago which is filled to the brim with links about everything in my art process + have a guide about exactly this topic.

Your colours might seem off for a number of reasons, it’s hard to tell exactly why by just guessing. It can be related to your software/display or directly to your choice of colours.

Anonymous asked:

Ryu, your dissatisfaction with Twisted Wonderland's age rating is very understandable! The game is allegedly a joseimuke game aimed at adult women, especially in light of the fact that this is a gacha game and that adults—who earn a regular income—will be the true target market. It's a little frightening that adults who play these kinds of games have to be so careful about how we express our affection for the characters lest we be labelled as predators or worse, p*dos. Making adult gamers feel bad for enjoying these "children" who are clearly meant to be adults. They're fictional, and most of them definitely don't look or act like boys their age. Some characters appear so mature; this really struck me as being university attendee coded. It's not like the ensemble is exclusively comprised of children, you know? The game revolves around attractive anime boys who are intentionally created to appear older than they actually are. Unfortunately, despite the fact that i enjoy Twisted Wonderland, it is the first fandom where i experienced Ageism in a fandom.

Trey is, if my memory serves me correctly, one of the most well-liked characters in the Japanese fandom (i remember there used to be a JP poll asking which character in Twist was the most loved). Most likely due to his personality, which again makes sense given that the majority of Twist users are grownups and Trey's portrayal of a character who, despite being a young adult, is quite mature.

Furthermore, even though I realise I'm going to sound like Idia, I detest how the "Normies" entered Nerd/Geek spaces after gaining popularity and then pretended to be uncomfortable with what they saw. You came to OUR space, dude! What did they expect?!

Anon! Sorry for replying late, and thank you! You’ve made so many very good points.

It really is an obvious joseimuke in how the game is written, how the game operates (the gacha system, like you mentioned) + even the type of merch that exists for this game. If you think about it, this is probably the best way to determine the actual target audience of any piece of media: just like Prince of Tennis is technically a classic Shonen Jump series, but all the merch they have is clearly aimed at adult women (purses, perfume, etc).

So yeah, even if that wasn’t the case, calling people predators over shipping themselves with Azul would be a bad thing to do, but in this situation especially it’s absurd to call people out for interacting with TWST pretty much the way it was indented…

What you said about the characters’ age and Trey specifically is so true. To be fair, this could be said about any joseimuke-like title with a big ensemble of boys, Prince of Tennis included. All the characters there are 12-15 years old, but god some of them look over 30.

I think it is important to keep in mind the intended age to a degree (= I dislike how the EN translation tries to dance around mentioning the boys’ age), and Twst does a good job at keeping these boys authentic when it matters, but it doesn’t mean that people won’t ship them with other characters or themselves. And no one questions it and no one finds it weird because it isn’t. It’s not that deep, it has nothing to do with how real teens look or act, this is a fantasy in people’s heads, it’s escapism, it so different and so far removed from the regular boring life it’s insane. It’s so difficult not to sound like Idia, SO I FEEL YOU ANON.  Someone called it the moe factor that some people just don’t get. So I guess it really is about people being normies sometimes lol I wish they would leave already.