#i want to ramble about this on and on but i shant

[swiftfootedachilles]

camo jacket, robbing corner stores

hard odds to beat when you're on all fours

words from Crush by Ethel Cain | pattern and embroidery by me

[theonlythingimfuckingisstupid]

ne’er a pussy pop like his

[lycanthian]

GUYS PLEASE I CANT KEEP UP

[scalpelsister]

in honor of bg3 turning one, heres a clip I found from back in ea of feilan and shadowheart meeting for the first time 🥺❤️

[caruliaa]

op of a post is in the same ""cringe"" fandom as me so i can openly be a fan of it in the tags without the fear of being singled out and mocked by them and then all their followers for it incident 13 resurrected 27 healed

[taldigi]

Unfortunately divorced middle aged Yosuke has become one of my fundamental psychological needs. Digit come back here please and keep rambling about your self indulgent au .

Gasp.. no... I shant... Think of my reputation-- 🙂‍↕️

Anyway:

I want you to imagine the most NPC looking businessman you've ever seen. I'm talking Persona 5 random dude on the street boring sad businessman. That's what yosuke looks like.

When he returns to Inaba, he does think of reaching out to his old friends but work immediately takes over.

Teddie notices him first. "He doesn't look like Yosuke, he doesn't act like Yosuke, he bearly even smells like Yosuke"

I'm kinda thinking childcare or secretary yu.

On one hand, him being Yuukos teacher/daycare attendant could be sooo cute ("Hanamura? I don't recall them having another kid? Teddie would have said something?) but also him working for mayor Namatame (and working for Inaba itself is really in character IMO) could be a super interesting hook

Yosuke wears a V neck instead of business wear for the first time and the IT cheers and high fives each other.

Yukiko also went through a thing and it's vaguely referred to "that thing Yukiko went though two years ago" and it's met with a lot of quiet. Yosuke never asks, and Yukiko will never tell.

[yumegf]

KAYDEEEEENN Ruby, tea rose nd scarlet 4 matthew 4 the ask game !!!!! :DD

Ruby: Do you and your f/o use "puppy dog eyes" on each other? How effective is it?

this is cute kayden does she has big ol eyes well compared and too him she does :3!! matthew has tiny little pupils so he cant really do it...and he shant...and or cant when kayden does it its not really effective she just makes a sad little face with big ol eyes and sometimes it works he either shoves her aside a little itty bit jokingly or sighs and groans AND YAY HE DOES IT its like 60% effective...matthew tries to do it when kayden wakes up for work at the cd store sometimes...and gives her wide ol eyes and it 80% works on her she feels so bad and just slowly curls up in bed with him and stuff :3!!! that's really the only time he will use those eyes or if hes asking her to watch a musical with her for like a movie night lul

Tea Rose: Shopping time! Ideally, where are you going (a mall, department store, etc)? And where are you headed straight to after getting there?

hmmmm!!! mall :3!!! i love malls all the variety and i am dragging matthew to hot topic boy go look at cool new studded belts while i observe the graphic t-shirt wall.....and try to figure out if i know any of the shows!!! kayden would go to claries to get new freaking earrings and matthew would be surprised this is where she gets her earrings but it makes sense...they are silly :p...!! the last store shivers spencers...scariest store ever just kidding they walk in and walk out after observing it AHHHH HANDHOLDING AND LAUGHING IN THE BACK OF A SPENCERS AHH!! just kidding :p!! but kayden gets too scared in the back and runs off ahhh so scary matthew is laughing but Hes also a tid bit nervous............

Scarlet: Love letter! Write one addressed to your f/o. Now.

THIS IS SCARY ok i will try my best read at your own warning eek >_<I AM SO SCARED RIGHT NOW..!umm i guess ill write it as kayden..um letter down below DONT BULLY ME!! EEEK

Dear Matthew, I dont even know where to start!! But I want to start with stating the obvious fact being of which is that, I love youuu :3! I am so happy I met you, I am not one for being extremely confident in my own decisions and just myself but you always make me feel so sure of everything!! Your small little words and touches cant help but make me smile and make me feel assured that everything will be okay!! I love the way you smile and how you're just so passionate about everything you do!! I love the way you can ramble on for hours about singing and dancing and just musicals, its amazing to see you love something so much! ( And you look sooo cute when talking about it I try to resist kissing you whenever you start talking )! The way you are so confident in the way you move and speak can't help but fill me with joy!! Because I love seeing you smile!!!! I love how serious you can be but turn on a dime and still be silly with me, I love the way no matter how much of a serious face you put on you still care so much! I love the way you always want to show off and show others the things you love and are proud of!!! It's charming seeing you basically perform for others, I love seeing you have fun :). I will always love the little mystic tricks you show me and how you smile whenever I am impressed. I love the way you always manage to impress me everyday. I want to always be by your side and love you forever to make up for all the years you were alone. I can't help but notice your beautiful personality matches your handsome looks ;D!! I love the way you smile and how you're not scared to show your happiness!! Your silly little side swoop is adorable and I can't help but just want to kiss every single part of your face every time I see it! Oh, how I just want to run my hands through your hair when I see you but I know you'll get annoyed at messing up your hair heehee! I love the way you put so much care into yourself and the smallest details. It's so captivating!! I can't help but also love you way you put on makeup in the morning as you hold your eye open and your hair is slightly pushed back it's so charming! I love how whenever I touch you I can practically feel the warmth radiating off you and I will forever melt in your arms. I love the way you hold my hand and put your hands on my shoulders when we are near each other. I love the way you pull me in and hold me extra close!!! I cant help but smile whenever you hold me close when we are outside to keep me warm and I will always warm you up and heal you no matter what! I also always notice whenever you make your hands extra warm when holding me :3! Whenever I touch you I never want to let go!! I love everything about you and your body!! EVERYTHING I SAY!!! EVERYTHING :3!!! I love you so much and never ever doubt how much I love you!! I will always be on your shoulder and rooting for you, I am your biggest fan after all ^_^!! I want to protect you from anything!!!! You truly are amazing, you're the main character of my heart!!!!!!!! You are my amazing spectacular and handsome Matthew Patel!! But what I am saying is that I love you!! I love you so so so so much!!! Always remember that!! Sorry for my little ramble...heehee I took up half the page basically! Would you like to do something with me for Valentines I wouldn't mind taking you out ;3 haha..!!!!!!!! We can do whatever I will get all dressed up!!! - Love, Kayden!!!!! ^_^

[kisari]

ramblings on my personal feelings about my GG fave

i have such mixed feelings about testament's redesign. before i get too much into it. this is the internet so in case any rando sees this and doesnt know me: there is no wrong or right way to be nonbinary. there is no wrong or right way to present or feel yourself. i am against binary completely. i do not believe in transa/ndrophobia garbage.

i also wanna state i am a long time testament fangirlie. i love testament. i am happy testament was added. im happy they came out and said testament is x-gender/nb. testament in the old GG games partially helped me realize i was transmasc/nb. i think maybe thats why the redesign makes me feel a bit strange. first, a comparison.

Testament's general goth vibe and outfit basically never changed until Strive. I do think it's very interesting that from GG-->GGIsuka, Testament gained a six pack and yet also somehow became much skinnier and looks almost emaciated. Original GG Testament was very much a softer type build with no abs. I'd even say in Strive, their body shape became closer to how it was in the original GG.

Along with that, a lot of the design elements are still there, which I think is really impressive. The boots, the skirt, the gloves, and their new corset has the same arm flairs/wraps as their old tube top did. Really, they did a great job keeping the same vibe but showing that Testament has changed. So what's my problem? I've been trying to figure it out for a while. And seeing this concept art for Strive I think kinda cemented my feelings.

It was clear from the beginning they wanted Testament to have a more "fancy" look(lol the hat). In fact the one on the right is almost the exact same outfit but their body is drastically different... And I think this might be why I feel so mixed. GG creator has said Testament was always X-gender, and I think this comes through from their design from the very start. Back in ye olden days, before the Strive redesign, Testament 100% received transphobic comments that I shant repeat. But I'm sure you can imagine the sort of hatred and slurs a transfem would receive. having testament's redesign be clearly, much much more feminine isn't necessarily a bad thing- in fact i dont think its bad. again... being nb doesnt mean someone has to look any certain way. but testament isnt a real person. testament is a character designed by people. how would people have reacted if Testament was more masculine, but they still came out and said they were nb? The poses, the voice... it was all the same but Testament wasn't clearly much more fem? the way nb feels like something only allowed to more fem presenting people i guess makes me a bit concerned. go to any post about testament and look at the comments. its all "SEXY MOMMY THIGHS THEY SLAYIN" type shit. testament p much never received this attention beforehand. testament was also just... not as popular as other chars such as brisket who received the majority of attention in this way.

where am i going with this... idk. in a way, i have a lot of not clear thoughts and no where to put them. again maybe its just because i saw testament as gender goals before strive. and as someone that is nb but wants to be more masc it makes me a bit upset. there is absolutely a pattern of what is acceptable for a nb person to look like(especially when you are transfem), and i guess it just sucks that it happened to testament who i thought was perfect in the beginning. ngl i do also miss their edgier parts also. they def moved away from edgy to a fancy/posh vibe. testament's scythe used to be made of their own blood, and they'd cut off their body parts and remove skin for attacks. i can, obviously accept that this can be a reflection of them growing as a person and no longer self harming now that they are happy... or maybe it was too hard to animate in 3D... teehee....

this walk cycle literally cannot be beat it is the best.

i wanna be them so bad again tho i wanna reiterate. testament is my #1 fave guilty gear char forever i love them. this will not change. i just have many thots and feelings

[dominiquewritesthings]

A Thanksgiving in Literature

Narrator: It was a crisp evening and interesting... fellows gathered at the dinner table to share in the festivities of Thanksgiving. God sat at the head of the table while his brother sat opposite him. Mrs. Bennet and Mr. Bennet sat calmly next to each other and faced Ghost Hamlet and Claudius. Mrs. Bennet glanced over at the kid's table in the back corner. The flickering light of a fake candle at the kid's table was driving Hamlet crazy, while the Creature looked anxious about this new bright light.

Hamlet: This light is infuriating. It's giving but the most unpleasant of headaches.

Creature: *Grumbles*

Hamlet: What need have I to celebrate? I'd rather not. This food should barely be considered digestible.

Creature: *Grumbles in confusion as he grabs food by the handful*

Hamlet: I suppose you're not picky. Maybe that's for the best.

Creature: *Grumbles in agreement*

Hamlet: You know what's repulsive? Sitting at the kid's table with you.

Creature: *Grumbles sadly*

Hamlet: Not that I don't enjoy your company.

Creature: *Grumbles happily*

Hamlet: I'd rather sit by your side than theirs. I just simply cannot understand how we can't be trusted with a real candle! Those mammering idiots.

Creature: *Grumbles understandably*

Hamlet: To be fair, I'd rather sit with Satan than mine own Uncle.

Creature: *Grumbles in confusion*

Hamlet: He murdered my father in cold blood! And God had the audacity to seat my Dad and my Uncle side by side.

Creature: *Grumbles angrily*

God: *Whispers* Shhh, I think they're talking about us.

Satan: *Whispers* I think it's just you.

Hamlet: And you know what? Claudius' words won't dain to trespass my wit. His actions shant dig into my vessel called my body and I shall rise like God above it. Just because the mere sight of his face makes me want to end my life with my sheef. His words were once a sword waiting to pierce my tender heart, are now like a harlot to an honest man. Maybe I should give him a glare, what say we?

Creature: *Grumbles in agreeance*

Narrator: Meanwhile, the adults are listening in on their conversation, as sound travels far in the empty void between Heaven and Hell.

Ghost Hamlet: I just don't understand why you would even dare think about killing me.

Claudius: Power.

Ghost Hamlet: But don't you feel guilty? I'm your brother for God's sake.

God: He's right, it is for my sake.

Claudius: Power makes me feel better.

Ghost Hamlet: Hey, God. Has he repented his sins?

God: Kinda? I didn't accept it.

Claudius: To be fair, I realized that he can't accept it.

Ghost Hamlet: What do you mean?

Claudius: Well, I'm not sorry and I like having the power. So I can't repent.

Hamlet: Good to know the ass is self-aware.

Creature: *Laughs loudly and slams his hand on the table, spilling some food*

Mrs. Bennet: Mr. Bennet can you believe this tomfoolery? This commoner can't even keep his food on the table. I think I have a little bit on my cheek.

Mr. Bennet: I think you look better with it than without.

Mrs. Bennet: MR. BENNET!

Satan: For the love of all things that are holy, make her screeching cease! It's enough to torture a thousand humans.

Mrs. Bennet: Good heavens, well thank God I'm going to Heaven.

Satan: About that...

Mrs. Bennet: MR.SATAN HOW COULD YOU! I am a woman of the utmost upstanding character! God should agree that HEAVEN is where my soul should rest!

Satan: *Aside to God* Should we tell her that she's being used as a torture device and is not in fact the sould being tortured.

God: No, I think she'll find it torturous for herself regardless.

*Mrs. Bennet continues improv rambling*

Mr. Bennet: My dear you are truly incredible, only you could manage to put that look of disgust on the face of God.

*Mrs. Bennet does that thing where you can't tell if she's gasping, yelling or crying*

Hamlet: What a pitiful woman.

Creature: *Grumbles slightly confused*

Hamlet: To be such a poor soul, so unaware of one's own flaws. The obscene arrogance that she has lived with should surely be the source of her eternal damnation. I pluck my own eyes from their sockets before I akin myself to the likes of her.

Creature: *concerned grumbling while looking away from the food*

Hamlet: The plucking of my eyes was hyperbolic in nature, I assure you.

Creature: *relieved grumbling as he returns to his food*

Narrator: God snapped his fingers, interrupting the conversations and bickering about the table, and dinner was served at the adult table.

Hamlet: This food is horrid. I hate Thanksgiving.

God: This food is one of my creations.

Creature: *Grunts at God*

Hamlet: You're right, why do they get better food than us? Are we not human, too?

Mrs. Bennet: *Slyly chuckles at that comment*

Mr. Bennet: What's so funny?

Mrs. Bennet: It's arguable that some of us are human.

Creature: *Looks up. Concerned look with food in mouth*

Claudius: Just because I murdered one man doesn't mean -

Mrs. Bennet: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU MURDERED SOMEONE?!?

Mr. Bennet: Oh come on dearie, everyone's murdered someone at some point.

Satan: Preach!

God: Oh, now it's okay to preach.

Satan: I always preach evil. Come on, you should know this by now.

God: True, but there were holy implications there. You know, the connotation of "preach" and church.

Satan: Yeah I get it, bro. *Rolls eyes*

God: Why did I listen to mom, I shouldn't have invited you, you're such a disappointment to the family.

Satan: If not me who would torture the sinners then? You're too good for that! Mommy's favorite.

God: *Sighs*

Ghost Hamlet: Ugh, every time I eat, food just passes through my body! This is so embarrassing.

Claudius: *Laughs*

Ghost Hamlet: I hope this knife stabs! *Throws fork*

Claudius: Oh is that the best you've got? *Throws knife*

God: Don't make me send you to the children's table, or back to Hell!

Mr. Bennet: My dear, I think you have mashed potatoes and beets in your hair.

Mrs. Bennet: NOOO! I'll look like a bright pink harlot if the pink stains my hair!

Creature: *Grumbles sorry*

Mrs. Bennet: Ahhhh! Mr. Bennet! How will you love me with this hair?

Mr. Bennet: I don't know truly. I think you should do something about it.

Mrs. Bennet: You're right! *Throws peas*

God: Did you just throw some peas at that poor Creature?

Satan: Do it again.

Creature: *Grumbles offendedly*

Mr. Bennet: My dear you shouldn't throw food, but I'll shove mashed potatoes in your face.

Mrs. Bennet: MR. BENNET! YOU KNOW MY NERVES!

Narrator: Meanwhile, back at the kid's table.

Hamlet: I will sling arms against thy perpetrators for mine new friend.

Hamlet: Hey, what's your name again?

Creature: *Blinks in silence*

Hamlet: Okay, keep your secrets. I know you have a dark past.

Hamlet: I do too you know. I get it.

Hamlet: Anyways, let this turkey that's drier than the Sahara desert hit thy enemies and destroy thy lives! HURRAH!

Creature: *Grumbles and happily claps*

Satan: What is this peasant food? *Wipes face, then looks at hands* WHO THE HELL HIT ME WITH TURKEY?

Hamlet: You know aim has never been my forte...

Satan: YOU! It was you? For someone who wants death all the time, you really want to go to the depths of hell. Well, let me bring it to you faster. *Burns the food and sets the table on fire* Is that enough for you?

God: Aw, he's throwing another tantrum.

Satan: Silence! I will destroy everything you love.

Ghost Hamlet: Start with Claudius!

Claudius: Okay, you need to get over it. You're dead.

Ghost Hamlet: You literally killed me.

Mrs. Bennet: Mr. Bennet, hold me! I'm going to perish!

Mr. Bennet: You're already dead.

Hamlet: To be, or not to be: that is the question: →And by opposing end them?

All: *Screams as room explodes*

Narrator: And thus, thanksgiving was permanently on hold. For eternity.

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[kelperings]

where do i even begin oh boy oh boy where do i even START. i have read all of this and I LOVE IT ALLSOMCUCH. all of these hcs have been adopted, i hope u r proud of such a feat. apologies if i don’t touch on everything, im not the best at thatLMAOO

aghhhw potential sdr2 spoilers under the cut!!!

first off, congratulations on being the first person ever to answer my mario party question!! I FIND THE IDEA OF FUYUHIKO BEING BABY BOWSER TO BE SO INCREDIBLY FUNNY (and i know someone says something about it and the world caves as a result). hiyoko and mahiru matching is SO SWEET and ive always seen nagito as one of the drybones characters (ex. the normal drybones koopa of drybones bowser (idk if thats the names oops, not played mario party in a good bit), but more lenient towards drybones koopa bcs the idea of nagito as a type of BOWSER is HORRIFYING. THATS SO SCARY. DRYBONES BOWSER TRAVELLING ACROSS THE BOARD AT LIGHTNING PACES AND GETTING A FUCK TON OF LUCKY BLOCKS..? im okay!!!! id rather not!!!!). KAZUICHI IS *SUCH* A WALUIGI IM ALMOST IMPRESSED THAT THE THOUGHT HAS COME TO LIGHT.

point being, i love those mario party hcs, and i fw them so hard. and i love thinking of how they’d play different games together all the time!!! most likely brought on by chiaki!! wii party, stardew valley, animal crossing, mario kart, smash bros, botw/totk, and even sonic comes to mind for me!! would love to see them all sit down and see who can beat emerald hill from sth2 the quickest HAHAand i have my own hcs for them all but I SHALL HOLD BACK I SHANT RAMBLE TO THEE

NOW WE PROGRESS TO THE MAIN ATTRACTION EVERYBODY LETS GO LETS GO!!!!

of course of COURSE they’ve got the slowest of slowburns and i fully agree that it would be actually infuriating to watch. i mean im rocking back and forth in my bed as we speak marzi, i cant imagine how they’d feel. LOVEE LOVE LOVE the idea of ibuki enacting her elaborate plans to get them to confess or at least be closer to eachother, and i can already imagine her getting told off by mahiru for trapping nagito and hajime in that closet. can also imagine ibuki holding a mini concert for them all where she says before preforming that she’s dedicated a song to the two of them which im sure would have the most embarrassing lyrics on the planet earth if you could make them out. ibuki you would have me rolling in my grave with this, oh how i love u so.

i think theres something so incredibly funny about how almost BLUNT kazuichi is with it. “what he likes is watching you do manual labour with your shirt off” had me SOBBING THATSJWHAHA THAT MADE ME GIGGLE. i like to imagine he’s very blunt in that sort of vein. where hajime will say something which indicates he is so knee deep in this bullshit that he’s completely missing the point and kazuichi’s like “uhhhhhh no man, he just wants you bad.” and im SURE he’s gotten hit on the back of the head countless times. fuyuhiko having advice is also crazy to me, and i actually think he’d have pretty good, direct advice which im sure hajime would question, followed by “the fucks it to you?? bastard.” as if he wasn’t trying to be supportive moments ago.

NAGITO KOMAEDA WITH THE GIRLS IS BOTH THE FUNNIEST AND MOST INCREDIBLY ACCURATE THING EVER. im LIVING for the rekindling of nagito and mikans friendship amd everything there. i dont think i have too much to add onto it unfortunately (its late and i have work tmrw i fear 😞⁉️) but im sure something will pop up in my mind.

dear god the mutual pining.

dear fucking god.

i can almost fucking SEE the genuine annoyance from people as their conversations get more and more tense with every waking moment and they just have to sit there and watch it happen. im sure someone, like lets say akane or ibuki for example, got so sick of this to the point where they almost yelled out the fact they liked eachother and had to get their mouth covered. i can ENVISION the irritation and frustration as they witness as they have a really awkward leaving after hanging out. like the sort of “i had a lot of fun today, thank you” “ah well i guess ill see you tomorrow” type of thing but obviously 10x more tense and komahinafied. i can see the face palms and hear the groans as the rest of the cast get together to basically all be like “we’re all seeing the same shit here, right? like theyre so in love its painful.”

and leaving the confession up for interpretation is something i like too!! I ALWAYS LIKE TO MESS AROUND W DIFFERENT IDEAS IN MY HEAD ON HOW THINGS COULDVE GONE, and honestly it could go either way! either could confess, and i dont think its a case of “one is more likely to than the other” because christ on a fucking stick theyre so knee deep in denial of the other having even a glimpse of attraction towards the other. I HAVE SEEN THE ART YOURE TALKING ABOUT AND I COMPLETELY FULLY AGREE. i can already imagine how badly it’d go, and im sure because of nagitos luck cycle and the fact they SUCK ASS AT KISSING/MAKING OUT, someone would end up accidentally biting their own tongue or something along those lines. i pray they get better with time smhHELWOWHAH PRAYING FOR THEM.

jealous!hajime oh how i live for thee. nothing more said, that is PERFECT!!! oh and i LOVE the whole izuru thingy, just dont have a lot to say on them unfortunately <33. same goes for a few things like the Kazuichi Gets Trolled rule which is FULLY agree with. because of course theyre making out by a fridge with the fridge actually open, meaning their weirdly wedged IN THE FRIDGE. like of course.

AUSGWHWH AS MUCHAS I HAVE LOADS MORE TO SAY AND I COULDNT TOUCH ON EVERYTHING, I UNFORTUNATELY HAVE WORK TOMORROW AND I NEED TO BE UP AT 7AM. KELPER IS GETTING SLEEPY, TOO SLEEP TO THINK. PLEASSEEE PLEASEPLEASE CONTINUE TO INFO DUMP AB THEM I BEG, WHETHER IN REBLOGS, ASKS OR EVEN DMS IF U NEED TO RANT AB THEM, I LOVE UR INTERPRETATION SOOOOOSOSOSO MUCH !!!!!

they have been stolen, they are adopted into my own view now. AND AUGH PLSPLSPLSS IM SO GLAD U GAVE PERMISSION FOR PEOPLE TO DRAW IN THE TAGS BECAUSE I MOST CERTAINLY WILL DRAW AFTER COMPLETING THE ART BACKLOG OF THE CENTURY.

THANK U SO MUCH FOR SHARING MARZI, OH HOW ILY SO 🫶‼️

i love sharing my kmhn headcanons with people because then i get to hear them tell me how correct and smart i am and it boosts my ego

[robitherat]

me when the digital download for my all-time favorite series is $35: ah fuck guys i just. i dont know. i dont know if i can do it. fuck. im just- im not sure, just-

me when there’s three packs of claire’s jewlery at my local walmart, most of which ill never wear in a million years, also for $35: IVE NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT A SINGLE PURCHASE IN MY LIFE

[c3m3t4ry]

Please info dump about Rex :3 I would like to hear more

you’re in fucking luck im hyperfixated!!!! i’m working on a more concise document, but for now here are my ramblings.

rex’s whole lore and story is shifting as i actually play the game- i haven’t beaten it yet but yknow. i get the gist. thank you for asking me to infodump i went fucking insane down there

// abuse, self harm, suicide/suicide ideation , game typical violence

Basics

rex is an incredibly apathetic deputy. he has very little confidence in his own abilities to help the county, but continues to do so nonetheless. his motives are unknown to most, but a lot of it stems from not wanting to let whitehorse and burke (along with other npcs) down. he has no genuine hope that he can stop the cult, but for the people he’s grown to care about, he’s ready to die trying.

he’s aimless and despondent, but he isn’t stupid. he likes to plan and to strategize. they’re a big stealth/melee guy.

his closest friends consist of whitehorse, mary, sharky, and jess. i would put burke on the list but uhmmm. ermmmmm. well i shant say.

anywho. he doesn’t care enough to really dislike any of the NPCS, but peaches is sure fucking close. they’re cautious around her to say the least (he is scared of cats :( )

vis a vis the Seed family, he’d honestly be very susceptible to the cult’s propaganda if he hadn’t already had loyalties to the resistance. the henbane was rough for him, and his ‘leap of faith’ was mostly him hoping to kill himself. killing faith was one of the harder things they had to do in their journey, but her death is also a major turning point in his lore and mental health. (for the better, thank fuck) 

he thinks john was a funny motherfucker, couldn’t take his ass seriously despite being tortured by him. jacob’s an asshole though, fuck that guy. his opinions on joseph are neutral at best.

Backstory shit

backstory wise, rex had a fairly rough childhood. he was born and raised in new mexico, with his physically abusive father and mother. he’d always been closer with his mother (duh), and her suicide hit him reasonably like a fucking semi truck. he’s struggled with mental illness his whole life, but is most affected by his depression and BPD. he coped with self harm, harm of others, etc. he’s had multiple suicide attempts.

they’ve always been somewhat of a loose canon, and consistently floated in and out of juvenile detention centers. they flunked out of public school and had to finish their high school education online- a mix of his unstable emotions and the constant bullying he dealt with weren’t making a good learning environment.

once he was an adult, juvenile detention centers turned into county jail. they were known to be trouble, easy to trigger and start a scrap with. whitehorse was quite familiar with him, and despite their flaws, he saw some potential in them. he inspired them to try and enter the career, and though rex first responded with pushback, they figured they weren’t doing anything else with their lives.

Trivia

they’re a cat person, despite being terrified of peaches.

they have gods worst RBF. he always looks so pissed despite being neutral about most things

john cut off one of his tattoos and he cried for like a day afterwards he was PISSED

he has super autism. he made sharky even more autistic

whitehorse and burke are basically father figures to him. nick comes close, but he’s shit at flying planes so he doesn’t visit much.

i like to ship my characters and i think him and sharky together r funny as hell. i am also partial to rex/mary because she’s underrated :(

[ginazmemeoir]

here you go with chapter 6 of shakuntala :D

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A week had passed since Dushyant’s meeting with Dasharaj. Duties on riverine produce and trade were reduced, and the ‘river monster’, which turned out to be a capsized ship, was ordered to be cleaned up. The box he had given him sat unattended in his study, forgotten under a heap of documents and tributes. Their reader however slept soundly in his room, tired after months of work. Dushyant awoke with a start, his head feeling blurry with the kind of deep sleep that reached into the afternoon. Shouting out to his servants, he got up in a hurry and started milling about in the room, when his ramblings were interrupted by Yavanika.

“Shant rajan! Or you might end up making even Pawandev jealous of your speed!”

“Why wasn’t I woken up Yavanika? I can’t afford sleeping in while people wait for hours to see me!” Dushyant said, irritated.

“You work yourself to the bone. You hold the sabha till the evening. Heck I can see the crown marks embedded into your skull!”

“You don’t understand, this is important! I can’t just…”

“Dushyant, what are you afraid of?” she said, cutting him off.

Crossing over the room, she placed a hand on a frantic Dushyant’s shoulder and sat down with him on the bed.

“You are not your father. His mistakes and sins are not your burden Dushyant. Stop punishing yourself for a crime you didn’t even commit.”

Dushyant had longed to hear those words. Only he wanted to hear them from someone else. He thought that admitting it himself might be selfish, a ticket to getting out of the mess his father had left and blaming it on someone else. Right now those words felt like air. They felt like a miraculous ship coming in to rescue a drowning man, only he didn’t even want to flail around because it looked like desperation and unwanted attention. Tears welling up in his eyes, he hugged Yavanika tight, breathing in the scent of her hair and her oh so unique perfume (it was actually quite unique. The recipe was on her person at all times.) How easier his childhood would’ve been had he had someone like Yavanika with him. She too returned his hug, cocooning him in her warm embrace.

“Now hurry up. Not being late is the first lesson they give to toddlers and you’re failing that.”

Wiping his tears, Dushyant got up and was headed to the Great Bath when Yavanika stopped him.

“Oh you forgot this in your study. I thought it was important.” She said, and handed him the box Dasharaj had given him. Nodding and flashing a cheeky smile, Dushyant took it with him to the bath.

It was after he had taken as quick a bath as he could and dressed up that Dushyant finally glanced again at the box. Opening it, he expected to see something incriminating which would put the reputation of a petty fisherman at stake, like a dildo or a stolen heirloom. What instead greeted him, in a sea of yellow fabric, was a ring.

A ruby ring. Its hoop fashioned like two fishes, and the stone cut and polished so severely that it might as well be a mirror. It was the last thing his mother had given him before her death. And it was the last thing he had given to Shakuntala. The ring seemed to scream her name, and a flood of memories hit Dushyant, leaving him dizzy and his ears ringing.

Shakuntala. The maiden in the forest. Everything returned crystal clear to him. He had gone hunting and separated from his troops, and stumbled into an ashram. There, all alone, was Shakuntala. He had fallen in love with her the moment he heard her voice, clean and strong like the Yamuna. They spent two weeks in paradise, getting to know each other emotionally as well as physically. Dushyant had never felt this way towards anyone else before that, and he knew he hadn’t felt the same ever since. It was like an organ had been ripped away, a bodily function altered for what seemed like forever. He remembered marrying her like the gandharvas, she giving him her garland and he giving her his ring. He remembered leaving her there, promising to wed her. He remembered telling his father and the resounding crack of a slap on his cheek, on how he wanted to marry ‘some jungle chick he screwed’. He remembered the uproar of the court brahmins, on how a girl from their community couldn’t marry a kshatriya, warriors who ranked lower in cast than scholars and the clergy. He remembered months of conviction and arguments, including threats of bodily harm. He remembered being placed under house arrest for ‘trying to incite a rebellion’. He remembered him thinking of bringing Shakuntala back as his queen once he became king, master of his own, as he lifted his father’s pyre to the cremation grounds. He remembered her till the night before his coronation, the day he had planned so perfectly. He would take a retinue of his closest and strongest nobles to Shakuntala’s house in a magnificent barat. He would take her as his lawfully wedded bride then and there, vowing to remain together for seven births as they circled the holy fire seven times.

Fate had dealt him a cruel hand. How could one possibly forget someone who was akin to the breath in their lungs, someone without whom living was a nightmare? Tears of agony streamed down his cheeks, flowing with his kajal and makeup, as he tore apart his crown and flung it to the ground, clutching his head and slumping to the ground. Yavanika, waiting for him outside, came rushing inside and cupped his face in her hands, calling out the guards and servants.

“What happened Dushyant!” she asked, her eyes and hands scanning his body for any bodily harm.

“Her. The woman in my visions Yavanika. I know her. She’s here, I had wed her!”

Puzzled, Yavanika gave a side glance to the doctor standing nearby, and sent her off with a gesture as she tried to comfort a raging Dushyant.

“WHY AM I CURSED?!” he shouted, stunning Yavanika with his outburst. “I loved Shakuntala, Yavanika. I loved her more than Shiva loved Parvati. And I forgot her all of a sudden. I FUCKING FORGOT HER!!! How can I be so dumb, so insensitive, to forget the one person who loved me as Dushyant!” he cried, burying his head in her lap, sadness and anger staining and crumpling her purple sari. Perplexed, she motioned the guards and attendants to go back and made Dushyant stand up, facing him eye to eye.

“Dushyant. I don’t know what just happened, and I think you don’t either. But you need to get a grip on yourself. We won’t be able to find this Shakuntala if you keep beating yourself up. For all we know it could be some misfired curse? But right now you need to go back to the sabha. We can’t just leave everything and head off on a wild goose chase to find a woman you just remembered. I promise I’ll help you find her as soon as you yourself gather your wits. However, right now, a remorseful lover can't deal with the people outside; only the Lord of Hastinapur can.”

Calming him, Yavanika redid his clothes and his appearance, hiding away the tear stains and placing the crown on his naked head. Its sheer weight seemed to crush his cranium, and its lustre blinded him, and never had he loathed it more. Dushyant could afford to wail in agony about his Shakuntala. The king however, could not.

[gayspock]

OK assorted black sails thoughts bc i didnt wanna make a billion individual posts

- first of all i find starz funny bc for real i swear ive never freaking heard of it before, except for torchwood: miracle day which.... literally i never finished but thats a whole ramble for another time (bc despite torchwood being VERY bumpy, i found a lot of value in it, but miracle day was just. give us nothing! to me...help)

- the women on the show are kind of a shame i mean. im not fuming its more of a (dejected sighhhh) lies back do you know what i mean bc its hardly worse than anything else but help... theyre all gorgeous models thus far do you know what i mean. i dont know. i think its just odd sometimes to look at it when the men are all fucking foul looking, mucky type of guys (<3!) and then the girlies are just like hiii<3 like okay LOL. max is rlly pretty tho (as is the lass in the hat- whose name i didnt atch..) so i shant be mad but its also likehelp... even just an OLDER? woman. not even one? sniffy sniffy? okayyy i'll settle

- the gentleman do have some wonderful haircuts i will say. rackham's stoner transmasc that hangs about in unique trousers round the back of spoons.... i mentioned it already but help. your rat tail... and flints pathetic and limp little ponytail. shrimptastic it is.... and johnny silver. (twirls his hair for him)

- INTRO ALSO FUCKS LIKE MAD BTW.

- i love a woman with daddy issues. i cant relate to any of them. not to eleanor, or to shiv or helena or any of the fine women with father problems despite having many of my own. but its very fun to watch them. like girlies (twirls my hair) just give him a slap.... who cares<3

- btw im screaming... john is sooo funny. what a silly little guy. i think hes going to get himself killed he is like a looney tunes character who should have been dead 5 scenes ago but he keeps defying all sense and falling pianos. the very definition of a rapscallion. he is a problem to us all

- whent hey just state their names and theit ships at each other. okay so cute girlies i bet you'd write that in your tinder bios huh<3?

- also i know i keep mocking and also fawning over flints stupid little ponytail but i think he for real deserves long gorgeous beautiful hair. like it would only make sense.

- theres so many guys in here from other things but only a little bit. i know i mentioned billy bones (SO FUNNY STILL) who keeeepsss following me but everyone else is sorta recogniseable. charles was in the 100 ik this. but like hi eeryone hii LOL

- "however what?" "however let me tell you a story. about a spaniard named vazquez." I THINK FLINT LITERALLY SAYS THIS HENEVER ANYHTING AWKWARD HAPPENS TO HIM. I THINK HE LITERALLY DROPS AND SMASHES A PLATE IN IKEA AND THEY COME OVER TO HIM AND HE JUST SAYS LET ME TELL YOU A STORY. I THINK THEY CATCH HIM NICKING 5P BAGS FROM TESCO AND HES LIKE HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT A GENTLEMAN VAZQUEZ. I THINK, PERHAPS, FLINT WOUL HIT SOMEONE WITH A CAR UNDER THE INFLUENCE. AND SIMPLY SAY THE URCA DE LIMA.............. IT WILL PAY FOR YOUR INSURANCE. GOD.

- also i dont know treausre island that well . do you guys think itd be worth a read at some point. not even wrt the show here just idk ik these guys are those guys <3

- i will say also tho btw. u know that reminds me of. i love it when ppl get rlly mad abt, like, funny re-imaginings of old stories, myth and folklore like this. SORRY. JUST SAYING. i remember of all the issues there were bbc merlin, ppl fucking fuming bc it disgraces arthurian legend. girlie i dont think colin morgan made patheitc little fuck me eyes for 5 seasons for authenticity.

- speaking of. sir percival billy bones is so funny. its like theyre keeping him around just to take the piss of their big strapping guy arent they.

- i also love gates. one like to slap his bald head

- ANNE? IS THAT HER NAME? I WANT HER CREEPY CRAWLY PUSSY SO BADLY. i realise thats her name. i think. shes also like... insanely fucking hot. im like obsessed with her a bit. its the hat. and the voice. i would not give a shit otherwise- i do admit.

- ALSO: THE SEX WORKERS AT THIS PORT ARE LITERALLY THE ONLY PEOPLE WITH ANY FUCKING COMPETENCE.

- I KNOW I KEEP GOINGON ABTO HIS HAIR BUT T. THE VERY DEFINITION OF T BOY SWAG I TBHINK IM ABOUT TO PUKE

- NO WAY NO WAYYYY HE STINKS OF WEED SO BAD

- RIGHT UH- this is one of the issues of just putting uncollected thoughts into a post like this, ehrm. im approaching the scene i was warned about

- i had a feeling.... with vane. i was worried he was going to force himself on eleanor after the warnings- because certainly, his character is portrayed in a particular way thus far, to the point where it was like... well had i not been warned, i wouldnt think it, but yeah. ehrm. i guessed.. him - or at least, he would have sth to do with it, as he has here- but god. i forgot about max and i was just thinking: they wouldnt let her go, surely that makes no sense with how early we are into the show, unless its one of THOSE shows where characters are brought in and out like theres a fucking rotating door, with no rhyme or reason- but no ehrm.. yeah. :(

- and now jesus. eleanor girlie i know he ha slong hair but jesus dont just mount him cmon... cmon!!

- sighhh... ok!! end of ep 3. really sombre way to end but <3 there we go... I'LL drop this now. idk if i'll watch more tonight orrrr wht! :3 love and light

[angelsswirl]

Been Through

Chapter 5: You plus me can be dangerous

She said you look crazy. Thank you, baby. I owe it all to you.

"So...."

"What, Lisa?"

"I was just wondering..."

"Please just say it."

"What do you do for your heats?" You were half embarrassed, half....something else. You're surprised she asked and to be honest you were tempted to torture her with the undoubtedly sexy truth. But you decided now wasn't the time to make her suffer.

Besides, you were doing that enough for the both of you. Lisa asking you about your heat had thrust you into a spiral of memories involving Lisa and your heat. And a particular night that several mistakes were made.

"Fuck myself. What do you think I do?" You had changed your mind again. You definitely wanted to tease her with all the details. The look on Lisa's face definitely did not disappoint.

It was comical really. Quite frankly it was your right to mess with her like this. If she wanted to ask intensely personal questions, then she was going to get intensely personal answers. You're not even quite sure what her original angle was, but you're determined to uncover it and hopefully fuck up her thought process.

"Well, I don't know, maybe you're seeing someone." Ohhhhhh! That's what she was getting at.

You almost wanted to laugh. What was going on in your life that could have possibly made her think that you weren't single? Hell, you probably smelled single.

"Maybe."

Lisa only blinked, the sort of mischievous and shy look she had at first slowly morphed into indifferent jealousy. And again. You wanted to laugh.

"It depends. Most of the time I use my fingers or this fancy dildo I found on a website that shant be named."

Lisa gulped. Her leg started to bounce on the linoleum of your kitchen floor. Ha. Serves her right.

"Sometimes, when I'm dripping and aching so bad I can't think straight I go find some alpha on the street. And it's never hard. Either I'm irresistible or alphas just really are that easy."

Lisa's jaw clenched. Her hands wringing themselves restless on the marble countertop.

"But yeah, most of the time I just fuck myself silly." You said as innocently and nonchalantly as you could. You're an asshole, and you're well aware of that fact.

"Y-you think you need any help next time?" Lisa asked without looking you in the eye. Instead she was staring up at the high ceiling.

This just kept getting better and better. For you that is. Probably not for her.

"From you?"

Lisa shrugged her left shoulder in a minute gesture.

"Maybe."

"Hmm. I'll think about it." Yes, you were going to think about it long and hard. You got up from the counter and walked back toward the fridge after checking the time.

It was almost time for you to wake Lily up from her nap, so she could eat lunch.

"Why? So, you can weigh your options between me and Jennie?"

That time you did laugh.

"I haven't talked to Jennie in like a week and half. Congratulations, Ms. Manoban. You might have beat her to the punch on this one." You leaned against the fridge with your arms folded across your chest.

Lisa stood and approached you slowly. Like she was stalking prey or something. When she finally stopped directly in front of you, you became distinctly aware of your height difference. It annoyed you to no end. It always had.

Lisa was only maybe two and a half inches taller than you, but it always felt like an entire foot. And she knew you hated it. It was infuriating. At least Jennie didn't tower over you.

"About time." Your eyes fell to her lips as they formed her words. It doesn't feel like you're moving, you don't think you are until you notice that your lips are as close to hers as they could possibly be without touching. Your heartbeat picked up.

"Mommy! Come here!" You took a harsh step back, and with it, a deep breath to soothe your fast beating heart.

"Duty calls." You said stiffly. It was only then that you realized the hand that had been on your waist a few seconds prior. It had been resting there comfortably if the tingly feeling was anything to go by.

You almost tripped in your haste to get across the room. Your control had almost slipped right through your grasp and that was something you couldn't have.

You paused in the doorway leading to the main hall, "And to think, if you walked a little faster, you could have kissed me."

Lisa didn't say anything.

You were about to go tend to your daughter before something else you had felt during that...exchange...occurred to you, "Oh, and you might want to take a cold shower before you leave. I can only imagine you'd be a bit uncomfortable if you didn't." You let your eyes drift low onto Lisa's body.

Lisa looked down at herself with a confused frown, then groaned loudly. She turned toward the counter to give herself at least some sort of modesty.

You turned back around and set off in search of your daughter.

Yes. Control. That's what this was all about.

~~~

The truth of the matter was that you were confused. And, yes, obviously you were confused. Duh.

You were stuck inbetween someone who didn't seem to want you enough and someone who maybe wanted you a bit too much.

The thought that some people would simply kill to be in your position was astounding at this point.

How could anyone want this?

To have the thought of someone's broken heart swaying back and forth over your head like one of those anvils you see in old cartoons. To make sure your daughter's interest was taken into account. To be happy yourself.

It all seemed too far fetched.

Whoever came up with the phrase "victimless crime" was a pathological liar. There were no victimless crimes. Everyone's a victim in some way.

Love, apparently, was your crime of choice. A horrible choice you had made four years ago.

Love.

The same people who thought that this was a desirable situation to be in were also the people who would say choosing should be easy.

Who do you love the most?

But it wasn't that simple. It was never that simple. Nothing would ever be that simple. Not love for you at least. It's not even really about that! It's about control.

It all leads back to the control.

If you have control you can stay out of trouble. If you have control no one gets hurt. If you have control you won't get your heart broken.

The last time you gave up control? Letting Chaeyoung convince you to talk to Lisa. And the time before that? 4 years prior. That thing that got you pregnant.

So, no. You weren't letting your gaurd down. You weren't losing control.

And maybe that makes you selfish. Or an asshole. Or evil. Whatever. So be it. At least no one will get hurt.

~~~

"Can we talk?"

"How did you find me here? It was Chae, wasn't it? I'm going to stop talking to her. She has a big mouth." You were a bit tipsy, you must admit. But, honestly, you deserved it. You're a single mother in LA who's stuck in a love triangle. The least you could do is get shit-faced once in a while.

"It doesn't matter. I just want- no- need to talk to you."

You looked your companion up and down with a frown. Her hands are shoved in her pockets, and she's looking around the admittedly dingy bar like she much rather be anywhere else but here. Or maybe she's just nervous.

"I thought you were ignoring me."

"I was- I mean I wasn't! It's-I'm sorry. I fucked up."

"It's been three weeks Jennie. Kissing a girl and then ditching her for 21 days doesn't exactly make her want to talk to you again surprisingly enough." You took a strong sip of your Long Island iced tea.

"I know. I really am sorry, Y/N. I, um, I really miss you and I've been doing things backwards and I want to be with you and it took me way too long to sort through my emotions and I really like kissing you and I'm still in-

You hated rambling or at least tipsy you hated rambling so you stopped it the only way you knew how.

With your lips. On Jennie's.

Oh, and don't worry. You're in complete control.

[r0de0s]

wraith hcs time babey!

first off! her name is rene watanabe--white wraith doesnt vibe w me, especially since she has a kunai as her heirloom. i just wanna get that out of the way

when wraith finds out who she used to be (through the recording in the voidwalker event), she doesn’t see herself as rene. in her mind, wraith and rene are two different people

because of this, there’s a disconnect with her past self, her current self, and her body. she knows in a literal sense that Yes, This Is Her Body but at the same time... it doesn’t feel like it’s hers.

when wraith looks into the mirror she doesn’t fully know who or what she is. and she feels a little guilt because it’s like she stole this body from rene--she took everything from her, whether or not it was rene’s choice to do the experiments because she knows she didn’t sign up to have her life be erased and replaced by a hollow shell of herself

there are scars on her body that she recognizes and knows where they came from, but the rest are a complete mystery to her. it’s her body, but she doesn’t understand it because it was rene’s first

she doesn’t like to be called rene. in her mind, they’re different people and she doesn’t want to think about it more than she already does

wraith covers up as much of her skin as possible.

she hates skirts or dresses; she wears long-sleeves and coats and pants, even when it’s extremely hot. she wears gloves, too.

it takes a lot for her to pull back the layers. you have to be really close to her, and even then she’s still hiding parts of her--like with the gloves. sometimes it’s a sensory thing but other times, she just can’t take them off

(she also wears turtleneck sweaters! i just think it’s cute)

wraith craves physical contact, but is also repulsed by it

for her to be okay with someone touching her, she truly has to trust them and know them and feel perfectly safe with them. and that takes a lot of time

from her time in the facility, she’s gotten used to one way of living (isolation, not depending on anybody, most physical contact being controlling and/or aggressive). she’s scared to live a different way, one that’s safe and loving and where she can feel okay

after wraith finds out that she started the project wraith experiment, she definitely feels guilt. she doesn’t know or remember if there are any others who are being experimented on. she has no clue if she’s done this anyone else. and i truly think that if there are other experiments going on, she would do her damnedest to stop it

wraith doesn’t want vengeance or revenge, but she’s going to do everything she can to stop the experiments (if there are experiments that are going on)

she’d probably sacrifice herself for it if she had to because the thought of letting these kinds of experiments continue--the same kind that ruined her life--is absolutely mortifying to her

it’s out of a mix of horrible guilt and genuinely wanting to save people, but she’s still going to do all she can.

im just rambling abt the concept but . wraith cares about other people and if they have to go through everything she’s been through, she will want to bring it to an end. no matter what it may cost her--even if it’s her own Life

wraith values those she loves and cares for higher than herself

in her mind, wraith isn’t much of anything. she’s of little value and importance, so everyone else that she genuinely loves and cares about comes first

it’s a bit of a hazard--she’ll take risks for people she wouldn’t normally take. it comes at the cost of her own health, inside and out of the games

wraith does the same things rene did, without being fully aware of it

rene loved physics and really getting to know about it, so wraith takes interest in it--even remembering small and vague details about it despite not really remembering anything about it

wraith curiously knows how to play piano, because rene played piano since she was very young so it’s a part of weird muscle memory

the voices. are the worst

the voices are constantly there; the volume ranges from minor buzzing to loud warnings, like in the games

when the voices are just barely a whisper, they’re constantly talking because of the endless amount of possibilities.

when she’s doing something, it’s easier to not hear those voices because they’re just quiet enough for whatever wraith is busy with to shut them out

but when it’s late at night and she can’t sleep, she can hear all of them. it used to be really horrible, where there wasn’t a moment of peace but she’s gotten so used to it that it’s become routine

wraith has had to deal with long periods (normally lasting from weeks to months) of feeling. absolutely nothing

pain still hurts, yet she feels so disconnected. she deals with depression and anxiety (alongside ptsd)

wraith rarely ever sleeps, so she just takes a lot of naps whenever she can

she also sleeps w her kunai under her pillow. to feel safe

my version of wraith is modeled/based off of meiko kaji! she just has the vibes, especially from movies like female prisoner scorpion

the games are doing a Number on wraith’s mental health, but it’s not something she will willingly admit or talk about (unless she Really, Really trusts someone enough to talk abt it)

wraith wears her hair down a lot outside of the games; she has to pull it up so it wont get in her face, but otherwise she doesnt wanna deal w it lol .. im a little gay. i can have this as a treat

wraith is a trans bi woman. i shant elaborate

and thats it for now . i have a lot of feelings abt miss wraith 😔