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new oc/sona yaaaaaay!
oh how i wish i had all those piercings (bridge come back to me💔)
can we guess where his name came from gang (suspiciously username shaped name)
i actually really enjoy his character design and i literally color picked his color pallet from a diagram(?) that shows how a bruise heals and it worked out LMAOO sooo new character design life hack
more info and lots of general yapping about him after the break if you care to read :3 and i yap a LOT i have lots to say about him bc its been a while since i genuinely developed an oc LMAO
cw for LOTS and LOTS of talk of death if you do decide to read! just in case :3
first of all you may be thinking “5’6? short king!” and i will have you know i actually made him taller than i am irl by a few inches LMAOOO whoops t boy swag will do that to ya
anyways the thing about his color pallet being based off of that of a literal bruise IS actually relevant because he is literally immortal and is CONSTANTLY getting injured like all the time. i think conveying info about characters via their color pallets is fun and i wanna do more of it so hehe. plus green and red and purple are a nice combo and it worked out very well :3 also another little note about his design: he’s a very creative and artistic person and i wanted to show that through his clothes being somehow modified and i think i did that well too. trying to properly get back into making actually decent and thoughtful character designs so im proud of myself :3
that being said his immortality causes him a SHIT load of problems. i feel like being immortal would really suck LMAO but more-so i feel like i dont see people do much with the idea of immortality in terms of horror or at least not from what i’ve seen. like im still figuring out his lore but the basics are: he has no clue who his dad is and found out he was immortal at a somewhat young age but literally his entire life he’s been viewed as just kind of off?? like he looks human and for the most part acts it but he just has certain traits that humans…. do not have. his eyes glow in pics like a nocturnal animal’s would and his teeth are suspiciously sharp and he gets weird cravings for raw meat which he can somehow digest perfectly fine with absolutely no issue but he’s not like OVERTLY some otherworldly creature he’s just a little weird. a tad strange even. possibly even kind of unsettling depending on who you ask.
and i like to imagine these are a lot of things that were present in his childhood too, like his mother would wake up to the sound of rummaging in the kitchen and find him at the ripe old age of five just gnawing at a whole raw steak in the dark. he’s just sort of always been like that and didn’t realize it was weird until he was older. (is a lot of this used as metaphors for undiagnosed neurodiversity/mental illness? …..iii dont knowwww :3 (yes) (although not every aspect of him is a total reflection of myself, he is still his own character in many respects lolol))
but in general this ends up causing him all sorts of issues in all sorts of millions of ways. for one he has sort of a fragile sense of self because he doesn’t even know what he is?? he knows he can’t just be a regular old human because of all the previously mentioned reasons and a few more, but that aside he has no idea what he is. he also doesn’t know pretty much anything about how his immortality works beyond what he’s experienced and what the others have told him during the times when he’s “dead,” he has no idea how his aging is affected by it because he seems to be aging relatively normally so far, he has no clue if he will EVER die for good/if there’s any way to kill him, he has no idea how his body seems to heal the most insane fatal injuries as if nothing happened, and much more quickly than a normal human would, he kinda doesn’t know jack shit about himself and it pisses him off a little bit!
it also has just caused him lots of trauma as you can probably imagine. lots of dissociation everywhere he looks
moving on to how his immortality actually works: like i said there’s only so much he knows about it but this is all the info he knows so far. he CAN “die” but all of his deaths are temporary. that is to say that his body will eventually heal and regenerate itself and he will come back. it’s not like deadpool where he can get stabbed in the head and go about the rest of his day like nothing happened, he might be able to keep himself up for a while to fight back or run away but it wont be long before he drops dead for a few days or so. during said time his body outwardly does seem very dead. he’s unresponsive and still and isn’t blinking or nothing and his pupils are blown (which he already has huge pupils but yk), like if you were to just show him to someone they’d be like “yeah that’s absolutely a corpse and also why would you show this to me.” but his body is still alive in a sense, it’s just sort of… yknow when you put a computer into sleep mode?? upon first glance it’s gonna look like it’s off but inwardly things are still going on. his body is still working to regenerate itself the whole time, even if whatever he sustained that “killed” him would very much not be healable or survivable by any normal person. in his POV, he just sort of gets knocked out for a while and then wakes up exhausted and sore and absolutely FAMISHED. like he could easily eat a horse without any exaggeration the boy can eat.
he’s also always been interested in horror and the supernatural and crime and shit and is largely desensitized to that sort of stuff from that + experiencing a lot of different deaths himself bc of the whole immortality thing paired with him being generally reckless when he was younger because what’s it gonna do? kill him? (“what’re you gonna do, jeff the kill me?” -him at jeff moments before being stabbed, probably) he says he doesn’t care but it actually effects him deeply in ways he doesn’t understand for a while. as he gets older he becomes less reckless and doesn’t throw himself into dangerous situations as often.
all that being said he’s not necessarily all that dangerous himself?? he carries his dagger around with him for protection or cutting up meat and apples or woodcarving more than anything and as a proxy he works a lot more as just an… observer. despite his name he’s not really all for the killing people stuff if he can help it unlike many of the others, if anything his name more so refers to the fact that HE’S usually the one getting slashed up. (it’s actually just bc of my username but shhhhhh) but generally he much prefers to be in the background keeping watch or scoping things out or just sort of… stalking people basically. dont ask me how he manages to be stealthy in THAT outfit… he manages somehow i swear 😔
but yknow overall he’s not an incredible threat to most people, the “creepy” part of him being a creepypasta comes a lot more just from how much it would suck to be in his shoes as just a guy who happens to be immortal but still able to experience the pain of death over and over again. he isn’t the creepy thing as much as his entire life experience is LOL. usually he’s just unsettling and disturbing at most.
he also has a VERY complex relationship with BEN in my AU specifically (WHICH RANDOM DISCLAIMER TIME: NOT THE LITTLE 12 YEAR OLD VERSION NOOOOO EW my au’s BEN is like a combo of “fanon” him and behavioral event network he is not 12 years old and i dont want him being shipped with anything NEAR that version of him, ONLY my AU’s version who is 19. im not a freak. 💔 they’re not a couple anyway (BEN🤝slasher -> being aro) but i did wanna preface that just in case bc im not trying to get misinterpreted like that) might write more about that sometime… bc their relationship has a lot of symbolism and complexity bc BEN is my fav character ever period and yes i am gonna write him and my self insert oc as being incredibly deeply intertwined bc i love him and cringe culture can kick rocks and therapy is difficult to get :3 oc x canon shippers platonic or romantic yall will always be safe on my blog frfr
im gonna post more about BEN soon too…. literally working on actually making a proper design for him rn which is mostly just difficult bc i cannot for the life of me think of what to give this freak to wear. i need them to serve cunt but like….. how do i do that 💔💔 that one BEN design i reblogged that gave him the adorable little heels….. absolutely genius………. u know who u are :3
more random rapid fire fun facts about him bc why not: he loves piercings and tattoos and body mods bc they heal so easily for him, he has his tongue split! (NEEEED to do one day actually my dream body mod), his immortality doesn’t seem to effect his ability to get sick which he HATES but when he does get sick it only lasts for a day or so and he’s a total drama queen the whole time, he loves to sew (though only by hand, he’s genuinely afraid of sewing machines) and will patch up or modify clothes for his friends or other proxies if they ask, his favorite kind of raw meat is boar, and his favorite cooked meat is a tie between pork (boar or domestic pig) and chicken, he wears his headphones most of the time bc he loves music and sounds can sometimes overstimulate him, and BEN can talk to him through them because of course he can, he loves animals and actually has way more empathy for them than for humans, and he absolutely LOVES medical dramas and does not care that a lot of the actual medical parts are inaccurate he will eat them up. he WILL be caught staying up until 6am watching chicago med and he will not apologize.
ANYWAY i think that’s about it actually. if anyone actually read all my ramblings…. i love u /p u mean very much to me /p
i WILL be yapping more soon (except probably about the actual “canon” pastas hehe) :3
#creepypasta oc#creepypasta oc art#art#digital art#small artist#artists on tumblr#my artwork#creepypasta#creepypasta fandom#my sona#artist sona#sona art#self sona#sona redesign#i yap too much#like way way way too much#ITS MY BLOG I CAN DO WHAT I WANT i scream as they drag me into the padded cell#seriously tho if u read everything… thank you LOL#i don’t expect anyone to i just love to ramble#i have lots and lots of thoughts in my brain#speaking of i would LOVE to make a creepypasta comic someday like seriously#i just…. need to do a lot of writing#and drawing#but hopefully i will one day#:3
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Gelboys Thoughts 1
Zoom classes wow my eye just started twitching.
Blocking on spotify as the first move what 17 yr old was involved in the writing team ctfu.
07s in 10th grade... okay so that places the timeline of show uncomfortably close to my own graduation so this might make me spiral.
This ITSAY mirror moment. Boss Only knows how to make reflective work!
I love making the characters so sticker laden, thats exactly what 2022 felt like and it makes their insecurities starkly apparent when they attempt to cover them with vibrancy.
Google maps mention. So charming to have a show that cares to integrate technology as life.
Actually as springboard thats why i loved the blocking montage from earlier. Nothing is really over until youve released them from your circle and ousted them from your life, and robbing people of the ability to See You online is such a statement of intent even if you end up caving later on in person.
Finding someone on ig using the location tag. Okay this is getting real scurry.
Purposely liking someonee oldest pic to show interest is Nasty FIEND behavior. Run!!!!!!!
The stylization of the chargers just made my eyes well up with tears almost. Its indicative of how gently the production is treating their interior lives, everyones charger is different and vibrant just like their lives and these phones serve as points of contact to each other in more ways than one. Theyre gathered and theyre a Group.
Getting caught eavesdropping and watching through your phone so you pretend to take a photo. #real #beenthere #theyweretakingnotesfromme
Absolutely obsessed over the editing of this show, its as maximalist and overbearing as all feelings are in highschool. Emotions spill out of you at that age and the overbearing nature of them can be as blinding as all that neon and all these fast cuts.
Heard that this was filmed on phone and I love that in some scenes theres a conscious decision to allow it to be Phone Quality.
Chian is such a problem cryingggg
I really love how this show respects that social media is an extension of self for youth, and in doing so how it shows respect to a younger generation. A majority of highschool media now is created by those who had to come of age as technology became accessible without regard to how thats changed. Chian following Fou4mod is framed as a big deal because it is; if its not an exchange of accounts the act of following is never casual. You had to think of the person, find their account, and put yourself in the vulnerable position of being caught thinking of them. Online accounts as a barrier carry a weight thats often dismissed but this story cannot work without allowing this moment to have heft. If a follow is just a follow then situationships (like hes probably about to be in with Chian) cannot work, Chian showed his cards and made Fou4mod feel like he has less to lose because he took such an Important Step. Lesser shows have made fun of that step!
Thats all to say Chian is definitely a problem and he probably needs to get his ass whooped in the near future (^-^;
Chian barely follows anyone... hes true to this life unfortunately. My thoughts are with Fou4mod this is about to be a life altering relationship (Extremely Negative).
The iphone change has been taking me out like highschool really is about being a follower until youve carved an identity.
Watching it put to screen wow social media really did change dating into an intricate ritual bc i audibly groaned when he asked for the air drop... like no u cant be seen caring! Thats bad! We need to save the youth from this reality Every queer person must uninstall hinge now.
CHIAN IS SO SINISTER OMG SAVE FOU4MOD
"I'll let you know" "you can go first" girl i gotta turn this off now im breaking out in hives.
Playlist sharing to flirt... they were watching me edate in HS
I feel strangely emotional after watching that. There is such a dearth of television about the youth of people in mid genz who were in highschool or beginning uni during the pandemic. Every show produced and set in high school recently has been extremely nostalgic, set in a recent past, or almost out of time in a world where social media is not as important and COVID didnt fundamentally change communications and relationships as a whole.
As someone who spent a longer time in highschool than most people do, I dont think I've seen something so insightful since American Vandal. That show understood the slow nature of highschool in the later 2010s, it understood the uncomfortableness that lurks beneath your skin as a teenager and showcased it with that perpetually hazy and lazy filter that the soundcloud rap era felt like.
This show takes the exact opposite approach, COVID made all the teens and kids view technology As Them. A teenager in 2020 and 2021 was their phone because to take that away from them was to cut off any and all outside connection they had, something that was especially true for queer youth who already felt that alienation in their identity. Its lovely to see traces of that put to screen and treated with kindness, and it allows for the aesthetic maximalism to be justified through the sheer desperation they have to Truly Participate in life once again.
Really excited to watch this continue, I think its really funny how instead of ITSAYs longing and self flagellation (which was also extremely late 2010s) gelboys is fast moving and almost refuses to dwindle on their internal worlds so far, these teens just want to be out there doing things. The changed public life for kids directly after the pandemic and before the conservative pendulum swing is such a fun period to explore, I loved this first ep immensely.
#gelboys#never actually done thoughts like this before on here lmao#but i also do not know how to just. write a little#i have things to say!!!#lemme save some of them for the next eps though lol
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im not too sure if this is the right account to send this ask to (very sorry if it isnt) but i was curious if youd be willing to chat/ramble about your own personal jekyll and hyde version? i remember having a small talk with you on artfight about your jekyll and hyde version (im dragondog from artfight if youre curious) and my curiosity has been peaked ever since. i need to know more. your own personal jekyll and hyde designs and story seem so interesting but i rarely see you talk about them which i think is just absolutely criminal.
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The sacred question has been asked - someone has asked about my ocs-
This is a perfectly okay account to ask this to! It's the closest I've got to a Jekyll and Hyde account after all.
Anyway, thank you so much for asking!!! This ask was gnawing at me in a good way for most of the day while I was away from my computer, considering what information to include and how to explain stuff. It was a lot of fun!
I'm also glad you found them interesting!!!
(Also going to say before I start is that my Jekyll and Hyde versions get very self indulgent which is why I usually keep them to myself so some factors about my story might sound rather weird or seem to come out of left field. Just a heads up.)


So I guess the best place to start would probably be with Jekyll and Hyde themselves?
Like the book, the two of them are basically the same person. When Jekyll turns into Hyde and vice versa, nobody 'takes control', it's more like getting high or drunk where they're still the same person but still act quite different or think differently from each other.
However, they do have differing opinions on each other. Hyde, being a less repressed version of Jekyll, understands a lot of Jekyll's emotions better than him. He knows when Jekyll regrets something or cares more than he wants to let on. Though, as much as he can have these realisations, when he turns back into Jekyll, he tends to dismiss them as 'irrational' thoughts brought on by the potion and not worth considering (aka, the repression kicks in and he refuses to entertain any conclusions he came to as Hyde.)
This leads to a lot of frustration and concerns from Hyde. The knowledge that he has to turn back into Jekyll, whereupon anything he's realised about themself, anything that could help them both, will be instantly dismissed by himself the moment he turns back. No matter how much he writes it down or tells it to himself again and again because it's not forgotten, Jekyll just doesn't want to look at it. And he can't just bother Jekyll as a hallucination ghost like most adaptations. When he turns back, Hyde is gone. Like a stain of breath on glass.
This also leads to fear from Hyde towards his alter ego - If Jekyll ever decided the potion wasn't worth his time and threw it away, Hyde would be unable to do anything about it, would be the one throwing it away in fact. He wouldn't be able to scream or protest or anything. And he enjoys being Hyde. It wouldn't really be death but he enjoys being Hyde so much and hates the monotony of Jekyll so much that it would be like a death.
Luckily, Jekyll isn't planning on throwing the potion out because they do feel the same way and Jekyll enjoys taking the potion and being Hyde just as much (even if he would never actually admit that's the reason). The fear is still there though, ever present.
...I've gotten so deep into explaining their relationship that I have not explained anything else yet, whoops.
Both Jekyll and Hyde have some inhuman traits about them since the first transformation. Jekyll has mildly reflective eyes like a cat but it can only be seen in certain lighting so nobody notices. He also moves with a little too much perfection, a little too graceful, a little lacking in the usual human clumsiness.
Hyde, meanwhile, is just very off putting in many ways. For one is his eyes as shown by this diagram that I made for artfight. (Also his teeth, and his insides being green)

His eyes change shape, a bit like a cartoon character. Other people can, in fact, see this and it is, in fact, weird for them. (He can also probably say <3 and everyone else asks how he just did that with his mouth.)
He also changes based on Jekyll's perception of himself and his 'evils'. This means he can get taller or shorter, or become more obviously monstrous or go back to just being a guy with an uneasy feel about him just based on Jekyll's opinions. If Jekyll starts to fear Hyde and view him as a threat, Hyde changes physically to reflect this.
Personality-wise, Jekyll likes to keep control over every aspect of his life, creating perfect schedules for everything that he's going to do in a day, timing each event down to the minute, designing contingencies in case anything unexpected happens. He can be friendly enough to other people for the sake of his image but he still comes across as rather cold and distant.
Hyde, meanwhile, is obviously free of all this and does whatever he pleases. He tends to be loyal and loving, to the point of being a little too obsessed, and is exceedingly open about how he's feeling. He's also incredibly truthful - he almost never lies about anything but will often fae-rule his way out of anyone realising the real truth. For example, he's very open about being Doctor Jekyll but nobody believes him because he'll just drop it into a conversation and won't elaborate or will elaborate in a way that just sounds even more like a lie. And, of course, Jekyll himself will obviously deny it, so...
Besides that, Jekyll keeps three lab rats, Noir, Spot, and Rose who, due to the potion being used on them, can also change shape like Jekyll and Hyde. As such, Hyde tends to take them with him when he goes out.
(Also, smaller headcanon but Hyde tends to repeat words or phrases twice, "Indeed indeed", "What? What?", etc. Just seemed like a fun addition.)
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Next, Lanyon.
Lanyon and Jekyll are on weird terms because they had a fight years back. After seeing Jekyll's science get more and more dangerous over the years, Lanyon was afraid that he would some day hurt himself in a way he couldn't take back or even die from it. After trying to convince Jekyll to stop for ages, Lanyon finally put their foot down and said that, if Jekyll didn't stop, they would leave.
Both Jekyll and Lanyon deeply regret the argument but neither of them can take it back. Jekyll is too stubborn to admit that he was ever in the wrong and Lanyon can't take it back because then they don't have anything else to hold over Jekyll's head to get him to stop.
At least, that was how the fight was initially.
After the potion was taken, Lanyon, who was very close to Jekyll's mad science experiments and was very used to seeing the signs that Jekyll had done something to himself, was the only person who noticed the change. Seeing Jekyll's new changes terrified Lanyon deeply because he knew Jekyll had done something but he didn't know what. Being a rather skittish person, Lanyon was too scared to speak to Jekyll after that, doing all they could to avoid him.
Maybe things could have continued that way with the two avoiding each other. However, after the fight, Lanyon came out as genderfluid.
They had been meddling with their own gender before in quiet but the fight basically gave Lanyon the midlife crisis moment they needed to go "You know what? I don't care about anyone's opinions. I've seen what caring about ones image did to Jekyll and I don't want to be anything like that."
And so came Hastie and Hattie, two names for the same person, just using different pronouns and names based on what Lanyon felt like at the time.
Jekyll, however, was avoiding hearing anything about Lanyon and completely missed this massive piece of information. Jekyll is also notably, very wrapped up in his own very small world and opinions (also, no internet). He has no idea that transness is a thing.
Hence, Jekyll believes that Hastie and Hattie are not the same person but, instead, brother and sister. Lanyon, meanwhile, who was so open and so gossiped about when they first came out, doesn't even realise that anyone could??? not know????? that they're the same?????? Everyone else knows! They don't even look that different!
This all cumulates in one fateful night where Lanyon, going by Hattie, and Hyde meet. The two of them get along like a house on fire, neither caring much for society's rules and both of them being in some way being shunned for their peculiarities. Hyde is much more outgoing and often pushes Lanyon outside of their comfort zone while Lanyon is more level-headed and can often do the planning and thinking that Hyde neglects to keep them both safe.
All the while, Hyde has no idea that he's talking to Hastie and Lanyon has no idea that they're talking to Jekyll.
Personality-wise Lanyon tends to be very down-to-earth and prefers to do things by the book for the most part. Though this is only for the most part - in terms of dealing with other people, Lanyon gets much more expressive, dressing wildly and often doing strange things like taking live geese into a dinner party. While this does allow them to express themselves in some ways that are beneficial to them, like becoming comfortable with their gender identity, some of these behaviours, like the live geese in the dinner party, are very much a way to push away the people around them, afraid of something going wrong after their experiences with Jekyll.
Until they meet Hyde, Utterson is their only friend (which Utterson is quite concerned about, often trying to encourage Lanyon to make more friends.)
Besides that, Lanyon is fond of gardening, collecting crystals, astrology, and yoga. They dabble with a lot of relaxation stuff like chamomile tea, incense, lavender, etc.
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Utterson, meanwhile, tends to be the most calm and collected out of the three of them, seemingly unbothered by most of what life throws at him and good at handling even the most stressful situations with ease. Not to mention, he has the most unexpected range of skills and knowledge. Whenever anyone has a problem, he's the number one person to go to for help.
However, for the most part, he fades into the background and tends to remain forgotten until someone needs him for something which leaves him lonely and often desperate for attention while being unable to get it. His work as a lawyer allows him to get fleeting amounts of attention, but it's not quite enough and that often leaves him vulnerable to falling in with bad people.
While Lanyon sees straight through Jekyll, Utterson has fallen quite a bit into seeing Jekyll as innocent and naïve, someone who doesn't fully understand how cruel the world can be and needs to be protected from it. This means, when Hyde shows up and Jekyll changes his will for him, Utterson is quite quickly defensive of Jekyll and aggressive towards Hyde, believing that Hyde has nothing but bad intentions. Hyde, however, is quite head-over-heels for Utterson and determined to seduce him or at least set him up with Jekyll.
While Utterson appears unaffected by anything that crosses his path, this is actually because he has difficulty expressing his emotions, his expression and tone generally remaining static. Only people close to him can generally tell what he's thinking and feeling as a result.
Personality-wise, Utterson is generally quite kindly and generous, often seen giving food and money to the homeless. Though, his morality can be a bit of a roulette wheel at times, willing to do questionable things at times if he deems it for a good enough cause.
In terms of hobbies, he will often bake things for his friends and carried the three of them through university as the only one who could actually cook. He also has a slightly more morbid interest in taxidermy and keeps a room in his house for his work.
(For another smaller headcanon, he and Lanyon tend to get into pun fights, much to Jekyll's agony.)
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Then there's Lenore Carew (aka, Lisa Carew, she just got renamed along the way). She makes up the third member of Hyde's little friendship squad with Lanyon. An excitable lady with an interest in the occult and monsters. She and Jekyll were once set to be married but, due to a mutual realisation that neither liked the other in that way, they broke it up. Jekyll has been avoiding her ever since, finding the situation awkward, but Hyde is very much down to be friends with her again.
While she does her best to live up to her family name, being as much of a respectable and graceful lady as she can be, in her spare time she'll often sneak out to go running after whatever haunted house or cryptid sighting she's heard of lately.
The actual reason for her interest is because her mother, before she died, was a prophet, gifted with Sight and Lenore, raised with all these stories of her grandeur and powers, is determined to find a way to awaken those same powers in herself.
However, along the way, these powers actually do start to manifest and, as it turns out, a lot scarier and more difficult to control than she ever realised.
Most particularly, sometimes when she looks at Jekyll, she sees something - or someone - else in his place. She has no idea what these visions mean, whether it's a vision from the future, from the past, or something else entirely.
Personality-wise, while she can excitable and often gets ahead of herself, she can be very kind and compassionate towards others, always the first to slow down and check if someone is okay or to offer a hug to those in need. She can also often show a childish side, enjoying stuffed toys, getting along well with kids, or just playing games.
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Uh, so anyway, there's a bunch more but this post is getting long and I've taken all day with this. If I take much longer, it's going to look like I'm not going to answer. I think this is the stuff that most people would be interested in anyway, Lanyon, Utterson, Jekyll, and Hyde. I'm still missing out an explanation of the worldbuilding itself and the antagonists, not to mention little details and side characters like Poole and such.
I fool around with these characters a lot and that means there's more information than I even remember most of the time until something pops into my head and I go "Ohhhh that plot point. That was fun."
Thank you again for the ask!!!!
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Stubled upon your post about saga and it was a very interesting read. I have to say that i havent noticed mich racism, but thats mostly becuse i started avoiding gamming websites when the release date came.
I saw a few ppl on Reddit angry about the "white asshole" line. That line is weird but it makes sense in context. Shes at her absolute lowest, unable to resurface back and fight againts her self doubts. Shes spiraling! And alan did put her in there, kind of. While we can see in their interactions that she doesnt hate him or anything, her feelings of anger and sadness take over, making her lash out as someone rven though she knows its not really his fault. And as some said, it reflects racism of the real world and tells us soemthing about saga - that she experienced this kind of feeling before, implying greater history. And idk, just feels that it makes sense for a black charscter to agnowladge these issues.
i could be rambling but im typing this out on my phone, whoops!
The gaming bros were definitely the worst offenders of it, so you were smart to ignore the gaming websites. It's why I had such high hopes for tumblr and AO3 because I thought for sure Saga would be the most popular new character. Sucks that I was wrong.
The "another white asshole telling me what to do" line CAN seem out of left field, but at the same time, perfectly fits the narrative. Because up to that point, nobody was telling her what to do. The only person who could have immediately took himself out of that position.
At the point the line was uttered, she was at her lowest, like you said and it was evident she had been in that position before. It gave us another character trait in Saga and another hint at her backstory. Alan tried to play God with her life, however unintentionally and Saga had every right to be angry at him.
The fact that she DIDN'T hate him says so much about her, and it's all wonderful. She chose to forgive him. As a black woman, it made sense to reflect on that, however brief the moment was, and I appreciated it.
#alan wake 2#saga anderson#alan wake#ask#my thoughts#strong black woman#I almost feel like I'm repeating myself#but I just want my thoughts to come across clearly#Saga deserves all of the love
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Been thinking about your ace cam fic where she initiates and is like hm yes i am good at being a scientist. And then is like YIKES WAIT NVM. Bc ive lived that experience several times lmao and you wrote it super well in a way that i feel like fits them. It Stuck with me.
Anyway Im reading this autostraddle article you reblogged and looking at the consent chart (screenshot included) and Im curious about where you feel she falls on that chart. I interpreted it as “willing consent (when i care about you even though i dont desire you right now)” but yeah im curious about your meta on it
(fic link, for context.)
that’s a difficult question!! i don’t think there’s a straightforward answer; and camilla is an unreliable narrator in this fic, so that confounds the issue.
the way she narrates the encounter prior to her withdrawal, i think “willing consent” is the closest approximation: she doesn’t desire palamedes, but she’s making the choice to have sex with him because she cares about him, and they’re both hurting in the wake of dulcinea’s rejection. she doesn’t expect to get anything out of it except the reassurance that she and palamedes are still bound tightly together, but she doesn’t expect to be harmed by it, either (…so long as she can stop herself from thinking about how it might affect their necro-cav dynamic, which she prioritizes more than any romantic or sexual relationship they could have).
from a meta perspective, the setting of chapter two is very intentional: it’s where camilla trained as a child (first for her own benefit, then for his), and it’s where she first started to internalize the societal messaging that her autonomy was less important than her his.


(i took gymnastics for a few years as a kid, and the rope climb made me cry sometimes. i could do the other skills fine, but i struggled with the coordination required—not to mention the attention of my peers as i failed. this is camilla, ashamed she wasn’t better (at a task that objectively means nothing vis-a-vis “being a good cavalier”), because she’s grown to a point where she bases her self-worth on being useful to him.)
(then, at the end, she’s lying on her back on the mat, staring up at the bell, exactly like she’s just fallen off the rope. again. introjected conditions of worth go brrrrrr.)
the paragraph under that chart clotheslined me, because whoops, been there, done that, and i think it rings truer to what’s actually happening with cam in this fic:

even as she refuses to acknowledge it, camilla knows that she’s making a mistake. she doesn’t want to desire palamedes. she doesn’t want this to become a part of their dynamic, she wants this to be a one-off that they never speak of again (because she doesn’t really want it to happen in the first place)—but she’s also terrified of losing him. her decision to initiate rather than pull away is 100% informed by the fact that dulcinea has just rejected palamedes, and cam perceives something as simple as prioritizing her own wants/needs as a rejection, on a day when that’s a very sensitive subject. this tips the scale more towards the “unwilling” side, IMO, but it’s a huge grey area (badum-tsss, sixth house pun).
TL;DR: i think consent gets tricky in the context of cavaliers and necromancers and how all-encompassing that relationship can be!! i love all interpretations of campal, but i thought this one was worth exploring (especially as this fic is also me processing that i’m on the ace spectrum, and it reflects the struggle to work out my own boundaries with sex).
bonus: screenshot from when i first brought this fic up with my friends.


#thanks for this LOVELY question!!! i hopes this makes at least a modicum of sense#m asks#m writes#campal#okay to reblog#cw dubcon#cw dubious consent
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Robin Hood: Man In Vents
@pineapple-psychic
"Gus." Shawn whispers as quietly as he can into the little mic pinned to his collar. "I see you flirting with the receptionist."
"Heh, one second." Gus's smirk slips right off as he turns and whispers back "You told me to say I'm security!"
"So no-one would question the mic and earpiece! Not to creep out some poor girl taking this jerk's calls all day!"
"I'm not creeping anybody out!"
"She's literally holding a tiny lipstick taser in her palm."
"Wh- where are you?!"
"The vents. ... Top of the wall to your right."
"Shawn, you're supposed to be in this guy's office already."
"I had to take a pit-stop, man, you were totally ignoring me!"
"Just get in there, if someone we know spots me we're toast."
"Dude, Lassie and Jules are totally busy with that other case with the dead bull or whatever."
"It was a dead matador, Shawn, and they're only busy because you put them on the wrong lead!"
"Yeah, so we're covered."
"Just get into that office!"
Shawn watches Gus turn back around with his 'Smooth Gus' smile and keep chatting with the receptionist- who's relaxing more as Gus talks to her, actually, and she realizes he's just Not As Smooth As He Thinks He Is rather than Trying To Be Creepy.
Shawn crawls through the vents, wondering not for the first time why Santa Barbara seems to make all their air vents big enough for over-30-year-old-men to crawl through with room to spare, and makes it to the office. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his little uses-actual-tape vintage tape recorder, stolen from his dad's house, and hits record.
"No, look, if we sell more than this it'll look suspicious. ... I know, I know, but our payout won't be worth shit if we get caught. Just- have you taken care of the severance situation? ... Well, cripes, Monty, if you don't find a way to avoid paying out severance after this we'll have done it all for nothing! ... That's it, I'm coming down to your office. No, I don't give a crap if your wife is there, kick her out or I'll beat her ass along with yours. ... You'll take this talk from me as long as you live, if you don't want to become my next scapegoat."
The phone slams back into it's receiver, and the CEO storms out of his office.
Shawn tests the vent grate- if he did it right when he pretended to be the building inspector a few days ago, it should just-
CRASH!
... Whoops.
Shawn slides out of the vent and lands in a heap on the floor, springing back up as quickly as possible and going for the computer! This office is relatively isolated, but someone will have heard that. Gus posing as security can maybe buy him twenty minutes, but after that he's risking everything.
Gus would kill him for saying so, but all that makes this even more fun.
He copies the password he saw being entered in the reflection of the window when he came in to sabotage the vent, pulls out the list of keywords Gus's jotted down for him, and starts combing through the files as quickly as possible. He plugs his pineapple-shaped hard drive into the PC unit and begins downloading everything relevant to the insider trading and company self-sabotage.
"Dude, hurry up, I just got told over the walkie that there was a loud sound in the CEO's office," Gus hisses through the earpiece.
"I'm hurrying!"
"Hurry harder, Shawn! Oh, uh, hello, fellow security team. Yeah, Im uh, going to check out the disturbance myself. no need for all of us, right?"
"You're in fire, dude."
"Yeah, well, I'm a uh, black belt in taekwondo, so I really don't need any backup. Might get messy."
"Black be- okay I know that's not true, but I also know you've been sneaking out of cases more often than usual. Gus, are you taking martial arts classes without me? How is our partnership supposed to work if you become a lethal weapon of flesh and blood and I don't?"
"I'm not taking any classes, I'm buying you time," Gus hisses again. "Quit distracting me!"
"Fine. ... But we should sign up for some classes together after this."
"I agree, but shhh!"
"Fine. ... Okay, okay, I got it!" Shanw unplugs everything, makes sure his gloves didn't rip or leave any fibers behind- and then looks up at the vent. "Oh. Oops."
"Oops?!"
"It's uh- it's a little high to reach."
"Oh my go- you didn't measure a way up to your only escape route?"
"I was a little focused on the entire rest of the whole plan!"
"Figure it out fast, we're almost at the elevator!"
"Ah- stall for time! Pretend to pee yourself!"
"No, stop using that as a go-to distraction!"
"Well do something!"
"Ah- HEY! Ahem, hey, guys, uh, you know, I read in Men's Digest last week that elevators have been linked to Kidney Stones."
Shawn looks around frantically for something he can use to get up to the vent that won't leave a suspicious trail- nothing. Unless...
"Dude, I'm taking a risk."
"Another one?!"
"Trust me!"
Shawn pulls the wheely chair over to the vent and stands on it. It's just enough for him to leverage himself into the space. He hops off and grabs the vent cover, puts it on top of the headrest, and turns. He puts his feet on the wall, walks them up to the vent opening, and slowly walks his hands up to the top of the chair to leverage himself into the exit.
As soon as his hands reach the top he hears the elevator ding down the hallway. He hears Gus's rambling coming closer, and knows it's now or never. He takes a deep breath, winces in preparation for the on coming pain, and pushes off of the chair! He just barely manages to grab onto the vent as the chair goes flying across the floor back into place!
His push gets him halfway into the vent, the wind knocked right out of him, but he has no time to recover. He squirms the rest of the way in, and managed to re-affix the loose vent cover right as the door to the office opens.
Gus glances up at the vents and they lock eyes. Shawn gives a thumbs-up, and begins scooting backwards out of the line of sight.
"I'm never helping you with one of these again," he hears Gus mumble over the earpiece.
They both know Gus is lying. They're partners in crime-solving and in crime, and they always will be. Especially when it's something like this.
Now to figure out if blackmail or exposure is the best use for what they've gathered...
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having recently starting the spring semester, i wanted to reflect on social media usage for both myself and anyone else who wanted to listen.
well actually, this post is one of my assignments for a class called ‘social media and sex’. i’m pretty excited.
anyways, i joined the class late and this was one of the first assignments so let me break it down for you.
i organized this in three actual groups and one to basically mourn the loss of tiktok. i am part of one of the people who deleted tiktok… whoops.
other past apps i included was youtube. youtube is still on my phone, but i hardly ever use it. it was such a big part of my childhood, but since short form videos have gained popularity youtube has fallen off. i fully believe tiktok is the reason for this and i can say that because im pretty sure i was addicted to it as many people my age are.
next category, scrolling. i included instagram because that is my new form of tiktok (reels). not as satisfying, but it’ll do. i also put pinterest which i scroll on for fashion and nail inspo. along with these apps, there’s tumblr. which i admittedly do not use a lot, but i figured it would be interesting to make an account on here and look at the communities on the platform!
posting is pretty self explanatory, though. i use letterboxd to rate movies and react to my friends reactions and i use instagram to post pics of myself and my life in general.
lastly, there is communication. instagram is once again making an appearance because i use it to comment on posts, send reels, and swipe up on stories. snapchat is on there too even though i only use it for randomly snapping my friends who still live at home and view their stories to keep up with their lives.
that is my social media app !! if anyone has anything they personally would add feel free to go for it. and if you have any questions about the class, don’t worry, i’ll keep you updated.
ps. sorry this is so long and if you made it this far, your attention span is better than mine!
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im pretty curious as to what your sona's powers are c:
— @rays-selfship-zone
🎆Fireworks: Do you/your self-insert have any powers or abilities? If so, what are they and how do they manifest?
Hello there dear! Well like all sinner demons (it seems so far!) Dazzler has a more demonic form that she shifts into either for intimidation/during a fight or under great stress.
More often than not, she unwillingly shifts into this form when she's upset or crying a lot, and she hates it. She grows antlers out of her head, and she cries involuntarily. And her irises get all wiggly!
ACTUALLY this prompted me to draw it which doubles as my sketchtember entry for today HOOHOOHEEHEE
SO YEAH she is a doe but as a reflection of one of my insecurities irl, I grow hair on my chin that I hate due to testosterone imbalance and FEMALE DEER IRL grow antlers due to the same reason!!! I like to think it's a part of her suffering in the afterlife, to be saddled with a much more noticable thing for her sins of envy and pride (envy of other women who don't grow facial hair and obsessive pride in maintaining her appearance)
DIDN'T MEAN TO GET DEEP ON YOU WHOOPS she just means a lot to me and also is me aaa thanks for the ask
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The Man(?) in the Mirror
Summary: Miles tries on a skirt. It means…something. Tags: Fluff, Self-Discovery, Transfem!Miles Word Count: 695 Content Warnings: None!
Ao3 link, with the full fic under the cut.
“So? How is it?”
Miles stares at himself in the mirror, hands smoothing over the fabric of the skirt. It’s soft (a “cotton polyester blend” according to Hobie). It drapes over him with effortless grace, and the sight is...incredibly overwhelming.
Miles turns towards Gwen, who’s smiling at him. She raises her eyebrows expectantly. He’s a bit tense.
“Um…it’s…”
Miles faces the mirror once again. Faces himself. And maybe he’s crazy, but it almost looks like the sharp corners of his shoulders have been filed down into delicate curves, and the shadow in his shirt could feasibly look like a slight rise of his chest, and he wonders what he would look like with makeup on, with slight mascara and tinted lip color and—
“Uh oh Gwenny, think we might’ve broke ‘im.”
“For the record dude, I think you look great!”
Miles absentmindedly runs his hands across his face, down to imaginary box braids that he doesn’t have but is not thinking, maybe, he should.
“Thanks, Pav…”
His hands find the skirt again. He bunches up the fabric. Lets it go. Shifts it this way. Shifts it that way. Smooths it out-
“Miles, it’s okay if you don’t like it-“
“I love it!”
It shoots out his mouth like a bullet out a gun, quick and spontaneous and something he can never take back.
He thinks he hears the glass shatter.
From through the mirror, he sees Gwen approach behind him and softly rest her hands over Miles’ waist from above the waistband. It’s so…delicate.
She puts her chin on Miles’ shoulder, looking in the mirror with him. Meets his eyes. Smiles.
He smiles back, suddenly giddy, bubbling up like a pot of water on the heat.
He rests his hand above her’s and uses the other to cup her cheek,
“I love it.”
It’s a statement of fact, the newest discovery. It changes everything, while it’s also nothing new at all.
Hobie pushes his way into the frame, towering over them both with a smirk on his lips and a glint in his eye,
“Good, ‘cause I ‘ave even more just in my closet.”
Pav lights up from his place on the couch,
“Oh my god! Fashion show?!”
Gwen laughs,
“Yes, yes, let’s have a fashion show!”
Miles beams,
“I’ve never done a fashion show before-“
Pav bounds over, arms outstretched to catch Miles from behind,
“We‘ll show you bro!”
Miles’ eyes trace the frame of the mirror, containing his friends. His girlfriend. Him. And this skirt.
Or maybe the skirt is part of him.
A new part, unearthed, like a rare ore. Or maybe something that’s always been there, only showing itself now after everything, like a coal turned to diamond. Maybe it’s a fun house mirror, showing him in ways he’s never seen before, or maybe it’s Narcissus’ river reflecting nothing he’s never seen before.
Or maybe it’s just a skirt.
Either way, whatever it is, Miles laughs,
“Okay, okay. Fashion show.”
Hobie whoops, Pav cheers, and they scurry off like the little rats they are to dig up whatever they can find.
Gwen wraps her arms tighter around him, commenting under her breath right into his ear and straight to his brain,
“You’re so pretty. Absolutely beautiful.”
He not sure if Gwen can see it, but with how close she is Miles is certain she can feel the slight heat rushing to his cheeks. He clear his throat,
“Thanks.”
He turns to her, eyes wide, voice small,
“I love you.”
Her eyes are kind and warm, her smile slight and comfortable,
“I love you, too.”
“‘Cause of the skirt?”
Miles isn’t sure what makes him say it. It comes out a little shaky, a pebble dropped into usually still water, a slight crack in usually smooth glass (if a little fogged).
“No,”
She looks him dead in his eyes,
“Because you’re the one wearing it.”
Miles stops. Everything in him halts for the smallest moment—his breathing, his thinking, his nerves, his confidence.
He leans forward and kisses her, and she kisses him back, and he can feel the fabric of the skirt against his leg. And it’s soft.
#whereconfusionisarhyme#atsv#atsv miles morales#miles morales fanfiction#across the spiderverse#trans miles morales#transfem miles morales
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months ago i scheduled this single re-release for the start of Leo szn… tryna hack some confidence in there… Ha! The day came and i was feeling so......nonverbal.....
anyways If uvealready listened or shared with folks from when I released it last spring truly truly thank you. I’m…really shy about putting stuff out there!!! & trying to get over the crippling and psychotic emotions that come with being 👁️ perceived ——
{{ speaking of WHICH, sending a special s/o, ily, & good DAY to my fellow ♌️🌘 leo moon babies this szn & retrogrades 🫀🫂,, because… ifyk? Yfk 😭}} july/august 2023 have not been a joke in the slightest
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below::: here is a a longer shit-post that nbdyyy asked for on my feelings when paying!!! to distribute a piece of my actual life blood (this song) to vampiric entities!!! for the sake of ‘’’’exposure’’’ (???)
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the tldr; is fuck these fucking busted raggedy raggedy ugly ass raggedy ass streaming sites their execs can literally all choke
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aforementioned - ((longershit-postthatnbdyyy asked for)) ::
a few months ago I set up this single to distribute to streaming sites 072223 and whoops that shit really came around the corner QUICK
Kind of on principle (as well as because I am generally floundering) I do not work to push or ‘promote’ my music because, actually, whattt the fuck… wtfff is all that about !
I hate how social media sites r enabling consumptive media habits, i fkn hate streamers and their pestilent business practices, I hate these busted ass relics of an industrialized music scene and what it takes to get music out there. u want it to reach the people who could benefit emotionally, spiritually, artistically, from whatever shit u went through, u made this music to help ur self or because it was fun and truly believe in the connective and healing power of sound wavs, communion, sharing, listening
But these…. These fucking MIDDLe men ? These shrimp dick fucking middle men?
Whattttt is that all aboutttttttt
It’s gross and busted that artists have to pay to distribute their music with chump change in return, lining the pockets of weirdo record and tech companies
I really would rather give these silly little audio files away for free so that’s exactly what im gonna do
Anything I put out that is available on streamers is gonna be available free to listen to on soundcloud or free to download on non-expiring we transfer links bc literally EWWWW at these Fucking Middle Men!!!! Choke!!
Am also reflecting on like, what the fucking purpose of these streaming sites should be. Considering the ecological costs of that whole set up, nothing should live there permanently, we should not be listening to music online with such reckless abandon. The sites are helpful for research, and accessing a wide array of new and broad material in an accessible format. But for active / repeat listening? Truly truly what the fuck.
Still thinking what more conscious interaction with streaming distribution could look like. Considering rotating what projects or songs are actually accessible at any given time. Considering going on a real campaign to get folks to commit to scamming them through only utilizing family plans. Thinking about un-saving // off-loading the data I have stored on there so they can’t keep doing research on my habits. Thinking about coordinating boycotts from these subscriptions and going full slut *nd*rgrnd m*rk*t for analog/private server art & ed- media
It’s hard to think through and especially so on an individual level. The Music industry has been dying and honestly it probably needs/deserves to die. We need our art back, and the spiritual value of creating our own worlds, the local economic value of making emotions and rooms and communities and worlds move, through and onward from the exploitative industrialization of our practices.
My understanding of the whole entertainment industrial complex is that it rests on the back of exploited black women/gnc folks. Constantly thinking about the lives of popular singers in the south, essentially held captive and milked on tour circuits. It’s hard to ignore when looking at the way this shit is now set up, dependent on the exploitation of artists.
Musicians hawking their wares in hopes of clout and deals and the opportunity for more shows and more fans, and it makes me wonder what the point is, what the music is lulling us towards in and under these conditions
Its late and im overthinking again
and often eye wonder if we’ll ever be able to parce out the subtle differences between performance and performativity
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ponyboy’s coming of age headcannons🤍🤍
when he’s fourteen his favourite songs are my generation by the who and don’t think twice it’s alright by bob dylan
the gang tease the hell out of him for liking bob dylan
they call him a hippie
this changes when he first hears led zeppelin on the radio in the late 60s, his soul literally ascends from his body when he hears robert plants voice for the first time
he shoots up in height at around fourteen and half
by 15 he’s taller than Soda
Soda hates it lmao
grows to be about 6′1
is terrified of spiders
soda always gets rid of them for him
but soda will also chase ponyboy around the whole house with the spider
ponyboy once gave soda a black eye after he got a spider thrown on him
he says in was an accident but honestly didn’t feel guilty about it lmao
darry thought him how to drive
sodapop came for ‘entertainment purposes’
ponyboy did eventually learn how to drive but it cost him almost losing his life
not from almost crashing or anything, just from darry almost strangling him out of frustration
also has a real dirty mouth
like cursing
he's the worst out of the whole gang for it
he is such a pretty boy and has most of Tulsa in love with him
he’s pretty dumb and doesn’t realise how good looking he is though
for example curly flirting with him for years before they got together
disaster bisexual omfg
lowkey a hopeless romantic too
will think nonstop about the boy who held the door open for him or the girl who served him in a restaurant lmaooo
HE’S A LITTLE SHIT AS WELL
HIS SMARTMOUTH FUCK
imagine the sass of eric forman, harry potter and jess mariano all rolled into one
that’s ponyboy
everyone thinks he’s really nice but then he’ll hit someone with a roast that is so fuckin good that they will cry for the person who was insulted
its steve getting roasted most of the time
he’s really really witty
becomes a lot more outspoken as he gets older
very talented at hot wiring cars
still hates fighting but has and will break anyone’s nose if he feels the need to
has his first kiss at 14 with a girl named betty
he dated her for a while
he dated a good few people in his teenage years
once he went skinny dipping with his then boyfriend and got caught by police and was brought home in a cop car
darry hit the roof
steve claims the greatest moment of his life was ponyboy being led into the curtis house by a policeman soaking wet and half naked
never really fell madly in love with anyone he dated though
until his junior year when he suddenly couldn’t get curly shepard out his head
loves animals
darry wont let them get a pet but ponyboy feeds stray dogs and cats around tulsa
he has a name for every single one
he considers them his pets.
in 1967 he cuts school to listen to sgt pepper by the beatles
he figures its the greatest album ever made
but he’s really stubborn and won’t admit for months that he likes the beatles after all the shit talking he did about them.
he gets high for the first time with curly and they listen to the album again
a stoner. 100%
he cuts back on smoking cigarettes but gets high all the fucking time
has a stash under his mattress for when darry or steve are really pissing him off
has a really good group of friends
they’re the same age as pony so it’s different to the curtis gang
he considers them brothers anyway so they don’t count
they get into a lot of shit together
soda thinks all the stuff they get up to is hilarious
darry is tired
his best friend is a girl named juliet
lesbian + bi duo
juliet has common sense, something which ponyboy lacks, so they work well together.
they talk about girls together
juliet has a girlfriend named flo and they’re very much in love <3
ponyboy will third wheel them sometimes lmao
like he did with johnny and dal
him and curly finally start dating when ponyboy’s 16 going on 17
it surprises him how quickly he fell in love with curly
they’re both absolutely whipped for each other
darry and soda don’t really like curly but pony makes it clear they have to just put up with him
curly doesn’t exactly help, pissing darry and soda off seems to be his favourite pastime
they open up to each other about everything
pony tells curly all about windrixville
he thinks about johnny and dally a lot still
he still has johnny’s letter inside the gone with the wind
it’s really important to him, it comes with him to college.
speaking of which, he goes to columbia university in new york
full scholarship bby
wasn’t going to go due to the fact it was so far from home, and he didn’t want to be that far from his family
darry found out and almost killed him
they had a talk about it though
it was sweet and it helped pony feel better about leaving tulsa
he also graduated from high school top of his class
sodapop bawled at his graduation and two-bit made a poster for him
he went to see his parents after his grad
he really did wish they had been there for it
curly didn’t see him graduate either which really hurt ponyboy
they had gotten into a big fight a week or so before
the reality of ponyboy leaving tulsa had been the elephant in the room for a while, but both of them were just avoiding it
eventually tensions rise and both of their emotions explode
they say things they regret and curly storms away from ponyboy
curly later gets hauled in for getting into a bar fight
so he misses ponyboy’s graduation
ponyboy loves curly more than anything and he knows curly loves him just as much
but he also knows it won’t work
so he visits curly in jail
he keeps his emotions under control while he’s there like he always has had to do living on the east side
he tells curly that he’s leaving in a few weeks
curly, who has always been closed off about his emotions, pleads with ponyboy to stay through tears
ponyboy loves curly but he can’t stay in this town anymore
and curly can’t seem to bring himself to leave it
so they break up
he cries himself to sleep most nights after
sodapop helps him through it
he tries not to think about it though, making himself busy with packing and getting ready to leave for new york
he sees curly once more before he leaves
he’s out with his friends for the last time before he leaves when he sees curly, fresh out of jail, with some of the shepard gang
their eyes meet and they hold each others gaze for a few moments
ponyboy breaks it
he can’t quite find the strength to talk to curly
he finds himself wondering for months after what would have happened if he had just talked to curly that night
ponyboy can’t help but hope that curly will show up the day he’s meant to leave for college and everything will be okay again
he doesn’t
both of them are to stubborn for their own good
he leaves new york just after his 18th birthday
his brothers hug him tighter than ever and ponyboy almost changes his mind about leaving right there and then
sodapop, through his tears, swears that if ponyboy doesn’t call them everyday he’ll hunt him down in new york and kick his ass
steve wishes him well and looks almost misty eyed
ponyboy of course makes a smart comment about this which leads to steve rolling his eyes instead
not in a mean way though, almost sentimental, like he’ll actually miss ponyboy
he drives around the town one more time before he leaves taking in everything and the memories, good and bad, he associated with his home
it’s a bittersweet feeling to leave behind his childhood but ponyboy thinks he’s ready
he almost drives to curlys just to see him one last time
Almost.
#wow this really went off track at the end#it was kind of long so i plan on making a part 2#it was kind of sad damn#im self reflecting whoops#im sorry this turned into basically a fic at the end#purly#The Outsiders#the outsiders headcanons#Ponyboy Curtis#ponyboy curtis headcanons#curly shepard#coming of age#curtis gang
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Okay, prompt but where Atreus tests out shapeshifting between male and female and he really wants to try makeup like he sees on Freya and he visits her to learn how she does it I would cry
Kratos is supportive in his own quiet way
no shut up cause this idea was so sweet i had to write something... and it got way longer than id been expecting. so here ya'll go!!
(disclaimers: i am on laptop so i can add the read more! also im not genderfluid so i wrote this based off of what i have read about being genderfluid mixed with my own experiences as someone who has struggled with no gender being comfy thing
also i didnt make the one who helped with the makeup be freya mY BAD I FORGOT bout that part of the ask and instead its angrboda now whoops)
Atreus had always wondered what it's like to be a girl, ever since he was younger. He'd ask his mom about it when he was younger, and no matter how much she ever explained to him, he never fully understood it, but by the Norns he wanted to understand. Most days, he was fine, not wondering about it. In fact, it never crossed his mind, and it didn’t matter. The other days, however, he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
He wanted to feel feminine. He wanted to understand; he wanted to wear dresses and makeup and be called pretty. He wanted to be looked at as a woman, not a man. It is such an odd feeling when this does happen, and he can never control it. He can tell it's more of a… “feminine day”, as he’s started to refer to it as, when he wants to paint his nails and grow his hair so long it nearly trails on the ground behind him like a cape.
He always tried to avoid Father as much as he could when he was younger on those days. Because he always called him “boy”, even on the days Atreus wanted to be a girl and not a boy. He felt bad about it, because Father didn’t know that. But he never knew how to articulate how he was feeling, because he didn’t even understand it.
He still doesn’t as he stares at his reflection in the water now, observing his face, skin itching. It’s a feminine day today, and he wants nothing more than to change his face, his hair and appearance to appear more of a woman…
…Wait a second. He can shapeshift. Why hadn’t he thought of this before? He can change his appearance. Normally it’s only between a bear, a wolf and his normal self, but maybe, maybe he could simply change his gender? His sex?
He’s not sure, but he could certainly give it a try.
Concentrating hard on his face and his appearance in the water’s reflection- the trees of Ironwood as a backdrop- he focuses on that shifting in his gut when he changes form. He screws his eyes shut as his cheeks and forehead begin to burn, eyes stinging. He feels his chest shifting, his hands changing, even his stomach and legs and feet. Then he feels a change in a certain area and his eyes snap open.
A new face stares back up at him from his reflection.
Instead of his regular face, with its smooth cheeks and curves, his face is much sharper, cheekbones stronger and his eyes much more narrow. His nose has become larger, his eyebrows thicker. His lips are plumper, and his cheeks have darkened with red. His hair is no longer shaved into his trademark style, but is much longer, falling like a curtain around his shoulders and over his wider chest. Some parts of it have curled itself into braids, while most of it flows freely.
He… He almost looks like Mother.
Atreus quickly hops to his feet, and finds that his thighs are thicker, his calves wider. Even his arms, hands and feet have changed, and he looks himself over with awe.
He really did it. He changed his sex.
And while he looks a lot different in his new female form, he is still distinctively himself. He’s just… more sharp and long angles like his mother rather than his father’s broad and curved muscles. His strength is more obvious in this body, somehow, with his biceps defined and his calves strong.
He can’t stop staring at himself. He’s finally… feminine. He’s not a man. He’s a woman. A beautiful, gorgeous woman that’s not a rugged or handsome man. He feels giddy, and without thinking, he rushes to where he can normally find Angrboda; at her home painting on wood or large sheets of paper.
Sure enough, Atreus finds her there, Fenrir laid down nearby. He runs to her, grinning hugely while waving his hands. Angrboda smiles, looking across at him, “Hey Loki-!” until she suddenly loses her smile, no recognition in her eyes she stares at him. She drops her art supplies, standing defensively as he stops nearby, confused. Fenrir smells her fear and peaks his eyes open, but smells his father’s scent, and so he does not snarl at Loki. Instead, he lays his head back down. “Who the Hel are you?!”
Oh. Right. He’s not as recognizable as this. “Angrboda!” he exclaims, throwing his hands up to show he isn’t aggressive. “It’s me, Loki!”
Angrboda hesitates, tilting her head to the side, eyes squinting as she studies his face. Finally, she relaxes, but her eyebrows stay raised. “Woah,” she says, cupping her chin between her thumb and forefinger. “It is you. You look… different.”
He grins again, flapping his hands at his side to help release some of the energy. “Yeah!” he says, grin somehow doubling as he crosses the rest of the way to stand in front of her. He grabs her hands in his, both slotting together near perfectly. “I shapeshifted into a woman!”
“What? Why?” she demands, and for some reason, she sounds angry. Atreus hesitates, grin faltering at her tone. Why does she sound angry? “That’s disgus-”
“Can I tell you something I’ve never told anyone else?” he asks, voice dropping as his words crack. She snaps her mouth shut, frowning at him before she nods in response. He wets his lips, nervous. He’s never told even Sindri or Mimir about his past feminine days. But he knows he can trust Angrboda. He quickly tells her, some of his words crashing together with his nerves. Angrboda listens intently, not looking away from him once, their hands still entwined.
Once he’s finished, she nods. “I completely understand,” she says, and his eyes widen at her admission. “I-” she draws in a breath through her nose, and just as quickly as he’d spoken, she tells him, “When I was born, I was a boy. But I never felt like a boy. So I became a woman. So I am a woman. I just never feel like a boy again unlike you.”
“Really?” Atreus asks, his voice dipping with surprise. When she nods, her eyes filled with tears, he lets out a shaky laugh. “Oh- wow! I never… I never thought there’d be anyone else like me! Or that anyone else would understand.”
Angrboda’s eyes widen with surprise, “You’re- you believe me?” When he nods in response, brows furrowed with confusion, she lets out her breath, “Sorry. No one else has understood. My parents tried to, but my… my grandmother never even tried to.” She throws her arms around him to hug him suddenly, laughing as she does so. “This is amazing, Loki!”
Atreus once more grins and quickly hugs her back, breathing shakily. “It really is, Angrboda!” Then, hesitantly he asks, “Does that… does that mean I can be… referred to as a.. Woman…?” It sounds silly to ask out loud. He was born a boy after all, even if he did change his sex. He’s not like Angrboda, who truly became a woman. He wants to be a boy again… eventually. He doesn’t know when, but he will at some point.
But she merely pulls back, grinning at him brightly. “Of course!” she exclaims with excitement. “You are a woman when you want to be, Loki! And you are a boy when you want to be, too! I’ll do my best to keep up with you.” She hugs him again. “You are… quite pretty.”
In an instant, his- no, her- cheeks burst with heat. She chuckles sheepishly as pulls away shyly. “Aw, thanks,” she says quietly. Angrboda merely giggles at her, and catches one of her hands.
“I mean it, Loki,” she says earnestly. “You’re really pretty.” Then, she tilts her head to the side, studying Atreus once again. “Want a makeover? I’ve never tried doing someone else’s makeup but-”
“Yes yes yes please!” Atreus shouts quickly, nodding her head eagerly. She grips Angrboda’s hand tightly with her excitement, and Angrboda grins back, tugging her towards her treehouse.
“Right this way then, little lady!” Angrboda says, and Atreus finally realizes that as a girl, she is much shorter than Angrboda. Which isn’t fair, because Mother had been just as tall as Father and they’re both huge. So why is she never huge as a girl or a boy? Makes no sense in her opinion.
“I’m not that short,” she argues, and Angrboda snorts.
“Uh, yeah, you are.”
“Am not!”
“Sure sure. Let’s get you some eyeshadow… What color? Orange to contrast your eyes and match your hair? Or…”
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Atreus breathes heavily as she approaches her and father’s home, tugging at the color of her armor fitted for her body in this form. Angrboda had helped her make it, because apparently, that’s another of the Giant’s talents. They seem to be endless, and Atreus will never stop loving her for it.
Years after going on her solo journey, she’s finally returning home. And on a feminine day, no less… At first, she’d been debating on whether to just see her father again as a boy, but Angrboda had been firm in the fact that Atreus should not change herself. Not even for her father. Or anybody, for that matter.
“He loves you,” Angrboda had pointed out one night as they watched the stars together. “Even if he doesn’t really understand it, he’ll try to, and he’ll still love you.” She grinned at him, and he smiled back at her nervously, “Besides, you’ll want to tell him one day. Why not rip the bandage off now?”
Atreus is beginning to regret listening to her. She knows she’s right; Father does love him. He’s proved it time and again, no matter what she has done. Yet it’s still nerve wracking.
“Just act as if nothing has changed,” Angrboda suggested. “I did it with my parents until they asked, and then I answered all of their questions. Helps things be less awkward. Or, it did for us, anyways.”
So that’s what she’s going to do. Act as if nothing is different. She can do that. Hopefully.
She reaches the entrance to their home and knocks. Quietly at first, before doing so again louder. It takes only a moment for the door to open, revealing her father on the other side. And it takes only a moment longer for Father to recognize him, eyes going wide as he stares down at her.
“Atreus…” Father breathes, disbelief in his tone. Atreus smiles up at him nervously, and scratches the back of her head nervously. She’s still shorter than him… Sure she’s grown, and now stands at the height of his shoulder, but she’d been hoping for more! Maybe as a boy she’s finally at least as tall as him.
“Hey, Father,” she says, trying to put as much confidence into her voice as possible. “It’s, uh… been a while, huh?”
There are tears in Father’s eyes, and suddenly, he’s reaching through the distance between them. He cups one of Atreus’s cheeks, his touch featherlight, barely brushing against his cheeks. Atreus’s own eyes are beginning to sting.
“You look just like her,” he whispers, words and voice tight. Her heart stops at the mention of Mother, and a few tears do slip free. Father brushes them away with his thumb, a great pain but love in his eyes. An old, deep pain rooted from the past. “Am I now to call you beautiful?”
Atreus’s eyes widen with shock, and her lips begin to shake as she realizes that Father already understands without her even needing to explain. She sniffles and pushes forward, hugging him tightly. He hugs her back, holding her close and tight.
“Y- yeah,” she says shakily, shoulders slightly shaking. “For today, yeah. Yeah. Beautiful.”
“Then you are beautiful, and I have missed, daughter,” Father mumbles, and Atreus is suddenly tiny again, the tiny child who had been confused by everything but always searching for their father’s approval and understanding. Finally. Finally she knows that he does, and always would have, if only she had, too.
Atreus nods against his chest, fingers digging into the new fur cape Father had sewn.
They are Father and son.
They are Father and daughter.
And they are Father and child.
#wow i talk#gow#god of war#god of war ragnarok#gowr#ragnarok#atreus#kratos#angrboda#my writing#my fic#ask#genderfluid#genderqueer
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How bad is Syldor in the book, because from C1 he just seemed like an ass, and a bit racist, and unninvolved toward the twins. Does it go further than that?
[VERY SPECIFIC KITH AND KIN SPOILERS FOR TWO SCENES BELOW, and more generalized spoilers]
Off the top of my head, beyond the, uh "he literally didn't let them leave the house for a number of years/go out and socialize or meet people beyond their tutors because he thought it would """reflect badly on him""" ". (which. holy shit WOW. fuck)
- Constantly, like, constantly, telling them they needed to do 5x the work in order to even match their "properly blooded" peers, shitting on them if they did anything short of perfection and even then.
- [specific spoiler] At one point after Vex had been pushing herself to the brink of the exhaustion practicing with her bow, arrived right when she was attempting to use a newer (+heavier) one, demanded she demonstrate her abilities to some rando elf who was with him, then tore her down when she wasn't able to perform as well.
- [specific spoiler] Vax had saved up money from his.. extracurricular activities (rogue shit) to gift Vex a lovely bow she had desperately wanted, because the small amount of money they were both recieving wouldnt have been enough to get it. Upon Vax finally getting in trouble one too many times, he called them both in, told Vax off for being a disappointment and disobedient, he had of course known about his shift activities, etc etc. Then turned to Vex and told her off for not stopping him/allowing it to happen and also being a disappointment.
- [specific spoiler] and then upon making it clear he knew where the money for Vex's bow had come from, snapped Vex's bow in half in front of them, as punishment.
- whoops im absolutely infuriated just thinking about that scene again sorry
- Just... generally he constantly disparaged and insulted them, while also trying to also keep them entirely under his thumb and made it very explicit he was limiting their contact with everyone else to avoid his own repuation being sullied. While also doing his damn best to break down any sense of self worth they possessed and still dangling the "despite how inherently inferior and awful you both are, maybe you could be adequate..." with increasingly impossible standards, and then excoriating them when they (inevitably) failed.
- (this isn't what you asked but it really puts Vex's desire to prove herself to people and Vax's burning desire to protect her regardless of other people's perceptions into. Extremely Damning Light.)
- and this is all WITHOUT taking into account shitty townspeople. which syldor obviously did not help with. once they were allowed to leave the house, that is.
- anyhoo im gonna get a luxon beacon and transcend this universe so i can kick Syldor's ass.
#apologies if any of this is not completely accurate i did the audiobook and this is off memory (and rage) alone#critical role#kith and kin#kith and kin spoilers#syldor#GOD im just. so furious thinking about it again#its honestly a miracle vex and vax came out as fine as they did. if a little codependent. and with Deep Seated Issues. but yknow what. fair#vexahlia#vaxildan#scene#character meta#spar speaks#ask away!#sorry if this didnt answer your question properly i got a bit derailed with rage#abuse tw#bc! thats what that was!!!!!#vex'ahlia#vax'ildan
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What to do when your friends constantly associate you/ remind you of your past self? Im beginning my level up journey, and my friends keep saying they miss the old me.
*Im inspired by your anon who asked u something similar*
The old me who:
- fucked random men
- got drunk every night and smoked weed everyday
- zero ambitions or goals and lack of morale in life
basically you can form conclusion on how i was
My ex bf and i dated and he really saved me from that, and they have basically blamed him for taking my "youth" away but thats not even what I wanted anyways! Like im gratedul he got me to see the light regardless of our outcome. But theyre convinced that im just some pick me who wants to still please him.
I wanna cut everyone off, but I have done that before and felt so alone and isolated. I just dont know what to do anymore. I feel like im stuck in a cage and I cant grow and be who I truly desire because everyone associated me with being a crazy party girl.
What if I told you fucking around, being drunk everyday, smoking weed excessively, no ambitions... Is actually part of pickmeness?
I perceive pickmeness as not only towards others, it's also towards oneself, it's terrible lack of self-esteem that makes one not do what is best for oneself.
That's low-key insulting that they think the new lifestyle you adopted is all his fault; you dumped him, you still don't wanna date him (aka you're not doing this process for him), you're still keeping the new lifestyle changes after the breakup. Like, the logic's not there! I see that you're actually doing a glow-up process and not some desperate pickme behaviour to gain him back like Friends are saying you are doing.
If you don't want to cut everyone off, how about you keep contact with the most grounded and best girls in that gang, and minimize contact with the worst ones?
Sadly reputations can stay a good while after the changes, but I think that you should keep going at it, the more stronger the change and the more consistent it is, the more likely your reputation is to change. Prove to everyone the Old Self is goddamn dead and buried 6 feet under in an welded iron casket. And with fresh concrete poured on top.
Keep being consistent with the new healthy habits, and make sure all facets of your life are to your new taste.
I may add another point... Sometimes the stuff people say is a reflection of their own thought processes. If someone is unhappy that you're doing the obvious healthy choice, it is because you're indirectly doing them one hell of an ass-whooping. You're indirectly telling them to get their sh*t together because it ain't cute.
Even, sometimes, the good answer is sometimes the most hurtful one. Aka dumping them all if this doesn't gets better. No choice, gotta suffer a little bit to improve. It's a battle in a war.
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I'm sorry to tell you but I would love to hear about the historical inaccuracies and all of your qualms with the pirate au with naval captain techno and this is your blog on a site you presumably come onto to enjoy yourself so you genuinely should have to worry about offending people with your thoughts and opinions so long as you're respectful and acknowledge their efforts before listing what was done wrong so they can learn :// /gen
WAH ok ok. uh. this is not gonna be a super serious rant bc i dont have any actual issues w the fic and its very well-written and if u like shit like potc or whatever u should definitely read it bc its very fun. that being said thats also MY special interest theyre butchering so im just gonna like. infodump about golden age of piracy below the cut


gonna start this off rq by saying im ignoring any obviously fantastical elements like erets magic or the weird storm at the beginning cause like. idrc about adding in fantasy shit, my own pirate au has like. piglins and shit. its fine idc
ok first major point is like. general characterization. which i dont honestly think is the fault of the writer misunderstanding the characters or anything, i think its more just the general assumption that pirates were all lawless renegades and the navy were idealistic men or something, in which case, lil bastard shit philza would fit the pirate role better while deeply ideological techno would fit the navy. but. i find it really fucking hard to believe that a character whos anarchist ideals make up a big portion of his motivations would be a bootlicker. and he honestly fits pretty well into the role of pirate captain? a big part of like. piracy in general. was creating this terrifying image of yourself, bc realistically you didnt want to get in a fight with every ship, that costs ammo and ship repairs and possibly lives. and i think technoblade, someone who is usually known as The Blade and who has a reputation for just being. super fucking bloodthirsty. but in reality has deepseated ideals and is determined to protect his friends at all costs, would fit way better into the role of pirate captain than phils casual war criminal self would (to be clear: i aint saying phil wouldnt be a pirate, he absolutely would. im just saying hed be a kinda shit captain tbh)
second point: pirate crews did not have the same highly hierarchical approach to roles on a ship as the navy did. to the writers credit, they kinda touched on this in ch 3 when they mentioned that the mens loyalty would still lie w phil rather than techno, but like. pirate captains werent just put into place like that, and certainly not by the previous captain. they were generally elected by the crew, who could then elect someone else if they didnt live up to their standards. also, when someone joined the crew, there'd be this whole captains code thing that theyd have to read and sign (admittedly, i know why they didnt put that part in, paperwork is boring im not faulting them for that)
along the same lines as the hierarchical shit, there wasnt really a first mate, at least in terms of like. "second in command." what there Was was a quartermaster, someone who kinda like. relayed messages between the crew and captain. again, not a huge grievance, just something that kept bugging me every time they mentioned it
another rather small grievance but one that bugged me nonetheless: at the end of ch 3, they had this moment where techno looked up at their colors and had a minute of Self Reflection that i completely ignored bc like. you would absolutely not just sail around w the black raised you are a sitting fucking target and it gives any navy vessel/pirate hunters just like. a dead giveaway that you should be attacked. youd only raise the colors if you were like. actively chasing a prize
ALSO while we're at it. this ones not a historical inaccuracy but is more of just a missed opportunity. not everyone had the same flag! most pirate captains had their own unique designs, some a bit more. goofy. than others
in phil and my au, techno has a flag similar to calico jacks (top right), but with a pig skull instead of a humans. again, its not entirely historically inaccurate, but it wouldve been cool to see what their ideas were for a unique philza flag
ok my last major issue here and one i wanted to save for last bc its a bit more graphic than others: corporal punishment (pogchamp!). im gonna be honest, im not super familiar w what could and couldnt get you punished w the royal navy, But what i do know is that the whole. cutting off a hand thing. would not be super accurate. if he was punished, hed likely be whipped (probably w a cat o nines which are like. super fucking brutal. not a fun time in the slightest). amputations were more of a "whoops you got an infection and this is the 18th century so our treatment is just to Chop" thing
#tw torture#negativity#? i dont wanna be rude i just like pirates man#ask to tag#oh and like. this isnt a 'they should know/research this stuff' its a fucking minceraft fanfic i know theyre not gonna research its fine#i just wanna rant
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Makoto, Leon, Nagito, and Byakuya with an S/O who is obsessed with playing with their hair:
✾ Hello my lovely! Thank you for the request! I’ll try my best on it! :D ✾

✾ Under the Cut! ✾
✾ ahem, just noticed I have no other happy icons for me other than the one holding the camera or the blushing mahiru... 0-0 oh well im lazy so qjiwshudf guess whos not gonna make new ones bc i like the ones i already made :D? Plus I think I have another happy one hidden somewhere in my camera roll ijdfhygf ✾
✾ Makoto Naegi:
✎ He didn’t notice it at first.
✎ Yeah I know, that’s stupid, but he really didn’t notice-
✎ That was until you started twirling his ahoge-
✎ His face blushed up and he turned around to see you, who looked surprised and taken aback- (AHOGES GUYS, THEY ARE SENSITIVE (opinion))
✎ “...”
✎ “Sorry...?”
✎ Overtime the Makoto became more comfortable to your little massages and hair playing.
✎ One time, you made a tiny braid from his hair like Kyoko’s!
✎ However, again, he doesn’t notice until he walks to go somewhere and someone points out his hair or if he can see his reflection-
✎ AND NEITHER DO YOU-
✎ Huh?
✎ Yeah you heard me correctly ya know-
✎ You’ll somehow go to him and started playing with his brown hair.
✎ Both of you become surprised-
✎ ANYWAYS-
✎ He really likes your scalp massages-
✎ Seriously, like any normal person, he loves it-
✎ It feels GOOD-
✎ One day, after your signature message of his scalp, his hair somehow grew-
✎ And he didn’t want to get a haircut-
✎ Because he knew you would like more hair to play with <3
✎ When the two of you cuddle or even something small like hugging, you twirl his hair around your finger if you can.
✎ He finds you playing with his hair calming and soothing.
✎ This egg fell asleep once when you were playing with his hair...
✎ And literally 10 minutes later, his head dropped to the right unexpectedly (you were watching TV) and your fingers got tangled-
✎ You have no idea why-
✎ But I guess he can get that haircut now-
✾ Kiyotaka Ishimaru:
✎ Unlike Makoto, this stiff man took notice immediately.
✎ “Y/N? What are you dong?”
✎ That sure startled you-
✎ You started prodding at your fingers, trying to think up an answer...
✎ “Do you find comfort playing with my hair?”
✎ Wow he got a bulls eye-
✎ Playing with hair is a common thing for people to do when nervous or anxious (i know from experience, but now that turned into playing with whatever is on my wrist at the moment-)
✎ “Y-yeah...” You answered weakly.
✎ “THAT’S ABSOLUTELY FINE Y/N! YOU CAN KEEP DOING SO IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER!”
✎ That’s your Taka <3
✎ Although his hair is short, it feels nice to scale your fingers across his hair back and forth, creating a nice sensation against your skin.
✎ Surprisingly, his hair, being naturally spiky, is actually pretty soft-
✎ He doesn’t mind whenever you touch his hair, he finds it pretty relaxing too.
✎ Your scalp massages?? He LOVES them. Seriously.
✎ You think being a hall monitor is EASY? Taka has to deal with bullies and delinquents skipping classes and argues with people who are even just a minute later for class...
✎ So you can imagine how much stress in on him.
✎ Maybe he’ll consider growing his hair out for you...
✎ Or maybe not...
✎ OH GOD THE THOUGHT OF TAKA WITH LONG HAIR KIND OF SCARES ME-
✎ WHY DID I THINK THIS UP I DONT LIKE THAT IDEA, LET ME PERISH THE THOUGHT-
✎ Nah, I think he likes his hair short, no?
✎ Yeah, just ruffling his short hair is good enough...
✎ Good enough for him to start developing a habit of playing with your hair when the two of you cuddle, hug, or are juts generally near each other.
✎ It doesn’t bother either of you-
✎ Any why would it?
✎ Both of you enjoy it so what’s the harm?
✎ If you are waiting for me to say the harm, there really isn’t any-
✾ Leon Kuwata:
✎ He probably played with your hair first.
✎ Then you did the same thing-
✎ Both of you guys couldn’t help it-
✎ Both of yous have the same thing-
✎ Leon probably plays with hair when he’s distressed or frustrated, like if he failed an assignment or couldn’t find the confidence to make a band for the first time so he can actually be related to music for the first time.
✎ You probably play with hair when you are nervous.
✎ When the two of you started dating, you sat next to each other and started talking about random stuff when Leon unconsciously started playing with your hair-
✎ That’s how you figured out he was like you-
✎ Ish?
✎ Idk-
✎ But he was nervous and/or frustrated at himself for being called a wuss before this little date.
✎ Now, both of you don’t mind playing with each other’s hair. Like Taka’s headcanons, whenever you and Leon cuddle, hug, or just in near proximity to each other, hair twirling and other doodads will commence-
✎ Scalp massages don’t really help Leon, but he enjoys them nonetheless. He’ll ask for them if he feels really down or stressed.
✎ He’ll also give YOU scalp massages if you want them. However, you obviously like playing with his hair better-
✎ Once, Leon jokingly said that he would cut his hair if he find one more tangle in his locks-
✎ You took it quite seriously though-
✎ And no tangles would be found the next day, or the next, or the day after that.
✎ His hair has been conditioned by you 0-0
✎ HOW YOU DID IT?
✎ You will play with his hair if it’s the last thing you do.
✎ The time where both of you play with each other’s hair the most is during studies or homework.
✎ Both of you would go sit next to another and go focus on your own assignments.
✎ and the two of yous would eventually go to sleep...
✎ On each other...
✎ Hand on each other’s head, entwining the hair in between your fingers.
✎ When the two of you wake up...
✎ His hand isn’t tangled in your hair...
✎ BUT YOUR HAND IS STUCK IN HIS HAIR-
✎ “I guess we have to cut my hair-”
✎ you started crying immediately-
✎ LEON FIX THEM-
✾ Nagito Komeada:
✎ When you first reached for his head, he instinctively spun his head around to face you-
✎ “S/O? What are you doing? Don’t tell me you were planning on breaking my neck so trash like me won’t exist anymore! Actually, I wouldn’t mind if that’s what you were going to do!” he chuckled with an innocent smile, “But could you tell me what you were planning to do with my head?”
✎ Well-
✎ That scared you-
✎ he has some good reflexes to hear you go up to him-
✎ but this has got you flustered-
✎ “U-Uhm... I was gonna play with your hair? It looks fluffy,” you mumbled, though Nagito heard you.
✎ “Oh... If that’s the problem, I don’t mind. Mess up my hair and do whatever with it! I doubt you would like my hair though!” he giggled again, same low-self esteem as ever <3
✎ As you touched his hair, it was exactly what you expected.
✎ It was soft and surprisingly silky.
✎ Since his hair is long you make some pretty nice hairstyles.
✎ Braids are a must for this man’s hair.
✎ Not even to mention simple styles, like a ponytail (TOTALLY A REFERENCE TO THE 10TH ANNIVERSARY PICTURE, ABSOLUTELY, I NEED TO MENTION THIS, I CAN’T GET OVER HIS HAIRRR)
✎ Unlike what the other boys did, Nagito does not play with your hair, no matter how tempting.
✎ His hands do not deserve to touch your hair-
✎ Though he may have played with it once...
✎ Okay maybe twice-
✎ Though, it was only twice... and on accident-
✎ His luck did it-
✎ He swears that it wasn’t him and his own free will-
✎ It was his luck-
✎ I mean, he was walking, tripped onto you, and his hand managed to run through your hair-
✎ And then it happened again a few days after-
✎ Those were the only times-
✎ Your scalp massages are... difficult-
✎ Why you may ask?
✎ His hair is too long-
✎ And whenever you go into his hair, it somehow gets tangled with you hand.
✎ I don’t make the rules for his hair-
✎ It just gets tangled easily-
✎ But you don’t ever want him to cut it-
✎ Like, ever-
✎ You’ll manage-
✎ But, uh oh, another Makoto scenario happens and WHOOPS now he had to get a haircut-
✎ Nagito isn’t happy about it either, just know that-
✎ He isn’t happy about it because it brought you despair, c’mon now-
✎ He’ll cuddle your though after so you feel better though :D
✎ So...
✎ Not a total loss :D
✾ Byakuya Togami:
✎ Honestly, you guys were on national T.V.
✎ Seriously. You guys were literally on T.V. because of the news anchors rampaging into Hope’s Peak once.
✎ It was an unlucky day for Byakuya-
✎ His hair was... Not cooperating with him that day.
✎ Not like you cared-
✎ Okay maybe a little bit-
✎ ...
✎ It got on your nerves-
✎ So you literally sat up, got in front of him, not being subtle about it whatsoever, and you said, “Let me fix your hair.”
✎ Nothing else was said. He just... nodded and closed his eyes.
✎ Granting you this permission, you started stroking his hair and trying to fix it. Taking off his glasses and ruffling his blonde locks a little, you started fixing it.
✎ Then a bunch of men and women broke down the door-
✎ You were not expecting that. You flinched and knocked your forehead against Byakuya’s-
✎ “OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?” Byakuya shouted, obviously oblivious to the multiple cameras on the other side of the room.
✎ “S-Sorry!” You yelled, backing away from him in a rush, though your couldn’t get far.
✎ Yes, again-
✎ Your hands were stuck in his hair.
✎ Great-
✎ As Sakura, Aoi, Makoto, and many others such as Leon told the people to get out, you were struggling on how to get your hands out of his lovely golden hair...
✎ Not as bad now...
✎ “What are you doing?” He asked, a bit of embarrassment on his face.
✎ Unconsciously you started giving his head a massage-
✎ WhOoPs-
✎ “Oh! Sorry again, I’ll stop-”
✎ “N-no no... Keep going...” He closed his eyes again as your fingers ran through his hair and pushed against his scalp.
✎ Would you believe me if I said you two weren’t dating yet in this moment?
✎ Because you guys weren’t-
✎ Eventually, your hands got untangled and his gorgeous hair was saved.
✎ Days after, Byakuya offered you to be his significant other.
✎ And, duh, you said YES-
✎ Though he isn’t big on PDA, me makes up for it when he allows you to play with his hair. Just twirling it around your finger makes you happy and your smile? He cannot resist it.
✎ It was the first cute thing he had ever thought was cute-
✎ He lets you do those scalp massages all the time, c’mon, he has work to do and he hides all the stress, lets face that fact-
✎ By the way, tidy up his hair any day. If one strand of hair isn’t the way you like it, you can change it and he won’t get mad. Not in the slightest :D
✎ Byakuya loves how you make hairstyles for him, though he won’t tell.
✎ But some of them... Can burn. Not his hair, his hair shall not burn, but those hideous designs? Yeah those can burn.
✎ He’ll still let you do his hair that way if you want though-
Welp! I hope you liked this? It’s kinda short (for all of them of course) but I had no motivation to make this (aka i kinda liked this prompt so i did it, with the leftover of my motivation still in me :’D)
✾ Mod Mahiru ✾
✾ Snap Snap! Remember to Smile! ✾
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