#inface

[tosahobi-if]

ro's as alien stage characters !!!

oh my (・Д・)!

jinwol as ivan. (is anyone surprised?) it’s the tunnel vision, dedication, and general aura of yearning that does it for me.

yul as luka. i feel like this one is self-explanatory JFJJFG

iseul as hyuna! i think they’re both the type of person to have leadership qualities and a strong charisma but have a tendency to push away dealing with their problems. which could mean nothing!

xst as sua. i think they both have the kind of maturity that comes from having to grow up too fast, but still have an unexpected childish side. also other bigger factors

[999moreyears]

OH BTW!! BOOSFER -> QSLIMEHALO-MPREG

[pri-rp]

Glitch Tech Godet isn't officially a par tof HInobi tech, though she is knowledgeable on that world. Though she started as a fashion magazine article writing, through talking more about costumes and cosplays and eventually conventions and step by step, her career shifted to something a bit more nerdy and 'pop'. Hinobi being something of the Lead Developer on that, of course she's done a few articles about their events and such, and has a decent reputation for her journalism.

After all, someone who never embellishes on the facts and fesses up publicly when something was stated incorrectly? It's hard to find, especially in the sensationalist culture of writing currently.

She has soem moral lines she refuses to cross, and expectations onot only of her fellow reporting peers, but of companies and corporate entities as a whole, part of which is respecting privacy of all. Of course, for corporate entities, some secrets really shouldn't be as such, and a business decision is not a private matter of an individual.

she just needs to document enough evidence first. That's all.

WAKE UP BABES NEW GODET JUST DROPPED

Ok so i was trying to Emulate the Glitch Techs art Style because thsi is a Glitch Techs universe Godet. This was also just something small i did to take a break from one of the commissions i'm working on, but wanted to share because while it's not my usual, sometimes you gotta experiment to learn things. I'm happy with her, even if it's not perfectly the glitch techs style.

Still taking pay what you want character commissions!

[squiddy-god]

Your Hand in Mine

akutagawa x reader

More re-uploads! Don't mind spelling and grammar please I have no beta reader so any mistakes my dyslexic self makes can go missed

♥︎REQUEST ARE OPEN♥︎ don't be shy, send request for any of the fandoms on my fandom list, you can even recommend shows/games if they aren't there. Or even if you just want to chat! Anon is also always open!

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Akutagawa was not the most affectionate lover, he was a reserved man, but he was also a man in love. His love for you had always run very deep, and so he had decided to do something for this holiday he often viewed as tedious and idiodic. He held your hand in his, something he often refrained from in public, but it was a special day today. It wasn't like he hadn't held your hand before, inface it was something he enjoyed, the way your skin felt against his calloused hands and the way he could run his thumbs over your knuckles, yes akutagawa enjoyed holding your hand very much. 

But somehow it felt different now, your gentle grip around his hand, fingers laced together as you leaned on his shoulder slightly. Maybe it was that you were doing it in public? Maybe it was that you had just gone on a lunch date? It confused him, the sweraling of emotions that flooded his heart, despite the confusion it may have caused him he didn't want it to go away. The feeling was warm, all consuming as it swallowed him whole, wrapping him tight in its clutches. “Ryu?” you asked, beautiful (e/c) eyes staring into his. It snapped him out of his trance, head jerking to look at you rather than your interlocked fingers, his face flushed as he stared at you. “Yes? What?” he cursed himself silently for how harsh that came out, but you only chuckled. “Were here ryu dear~” you thrilled, knowing how the affectionate term made his heart bubble, and oh his blush was worth it, a lovely red painting his cheeks as he led you towards the park bench.

It was peaceful, the chirping birds and calm breeze, the way the flowers swayed and swished side to side in the wind, their lovely peteles so fragile yet so brimming with life. But despite all of that the only thing he could focus on was you, the way your face helped the most serine of smiles, your eyes closed and your lips upturned. He always wondered how you could be so calm and so vulnerable around him of all people, but against his nature he wouldn't try to pick it apart, he would simply enjoy the feeling of your head on his shoulder. And so he rested his head atop yours, eyes barely open as he played with your fingers, his long digits twirling and twirling your fingers in his. A calmness washed over him, as though he was entranced by the movement and feeling. 

This of course didn't go unnoticed by you, you were perceptive, sensing the calm aura he seemed to be enthralled in. He seemed almost out of it today, but you dare not comment here knowing all too well that if you did he would stop. 

It was dusk now, the sun setting and bathing the city in hues of reds and oranges, shadows dancing at every corner as you walked in tandem with akutagawa. You soon came to the door of your shared apartment, taking out your key and opening the door and stepping inside. Without letting go of your hand akutagawa closed the door and locked it. 

You both decided to sit down on the couch, akutagawa leaning back as you laid in his arms, one sucre around your waist as the other helped your hand. 

He gently brought your hand to his lips, placing a lingering kiss on your knuckles, one that he seemed hesitant to end.perhap you let him continue? To simply hold you like this? In his arms were your safe, with his cool lips pressed oh so gently to your hand... “ryunosuke, is something wrong?” his eyes shot open, wide and cat like as his dark irises stared at you. “You just seem out of it today, like your mind is foggy” you said. 

He let out a deep sigh, pressing the back of your hand to his quickly reddening cheek tenderly. “It has, my mind has been foggy today” “is that why you keep staring at our hands?” you asked, he wondered how he let himself become so obvious, and when he let himself become so soft. “Yes, i…” he paused a moment, “I like the way your hand feels in mine.” you gave a gentle smile, sifting so you could raise up slightly.

You intertwined your fingers with his and cupped his cheek. Your eyes stared into his, nothing but affection and admiration in your beautiful irises. “I like that to ryunosuke, so just know that you can hold my hand whenever you want” and with that you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, his eyes sealed shut as he took in the moment, one that he never wanted to end. 

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[avatarvyakara]

Presenting the premier Addy Brock collection from Strands of Webbing!

Starting out with diversion of a canon event because, honestly, [bleep] that noise:

52. React

"DON’T!" she screams. But Ven#m is already halfway towards the M.O.R.B.I.U.S. device, a look of determination on its electronic inFace—

Until, with a grunt, all three point one five tons of SP//dr shoves the other mech out of the way of the beam of light just in time. A nearby building fuses into a twisted mess of metal and glass, like a Vonnegut crystogram.

"What the hell was that for?" comes the angry voice of Addy Brock from Ven#m's modulator.

"Rule number one on this team: you don't get yourself killed to prove a point!" snaps Peni.

Ven#m's inFace expresses strong shock.

"…we're a team?"

"I didn't say that."

That chirpy expression looks really weird in black and neon white. It probably doesn't help that the teenager inside has a much more…smug face, and that Peni can see both of them quite clearly.

"You implied it."

"Shut up. Now help me figure out this thing's weak spot. And don’t you dare die."

(Addy survives. But Peni's not sure, after the loud squeal at the end of the fight, whether her eardrums are going to last the week.)

60. Introductions

“You’re welcome to stay longer,” she tells Gray with a little hesitation, as they sit atop the New Chrysler eating putty-cakes from a street vendor below. “You could actually come over.”

His eyes shine, but his brow wrinkles—for once he’s got the mask off. He looks like Peter Parker. He looks nineteen. (Thirty. Eighty.)

“I don’t know if your folks would be okay with that.”

“You already met Addy.”

“Well, yeah.” Admittedly, she did threaten Gray with a fate worse than death and a mech. Neither of which seemed very effective to the other Spider, who had just laughed. One Saturday she’d be very happy to forget, honestly. (But he laughed, so there was some success that day.)

“I’ve been trying to explain this to them, the whole multiverse thing,” she says, and huffs. “They still think I’m crazy. Or that I’m lying and that I’ve actually just gotten myself some shady lowlife koibito to spite them.”

Gray’s face hardens. “If that word means what I think it means, then they should know way better.”

But it softens again when he looks at her. “But a six-foot-three-inch-tall nineteen-year-old with a face like a darned sock isn’t going to be much help to you, kiddo.”

“You’re literally from another dimension—”

“And I look scary. I won’t be making it easier for you on my own, not with how you say your aunt and uncle are. Maybe you can get Miles and Gwen in on this?”

She wants to protest, but then he says: “Maybe Ham and Peter too, Make an outing of it for the whole cluster. That way the others can distract them a little.”

“...I guess that makes sense.” He’s her best human friend, and she wanted to recognize that. But even so...maybe that would be better. She was able to pass off Miguel as a Mercurial pen-pal with a cosplay addiction (most Earthers will believe anything about the decadent and obscenely wealthy and more-than-slightly inhuman Spacers), but the rest are going to be harder—her black-and-white and cartoon counterparts especially. Telling the whole story, with proof, becomes easier if there are kids her age to help soften the blow. (Plus, Peter B couldn’t look threatening if he tried.)

Still.

“You’re not scary, though,” Peni insists. “Not to me.” She grins. “You’re too much of a dork for that.”

He squeezes her shoulder, and gives her a smile no less warm for being in monochrome. “Whereas you frighten the life out of me, doll.”

She hugs him. This time around, he doesn’t resist.

“...seriously, though, what’s in that crispy paste stuff?”

“Sun-fried seaweed, Mercury-style.”

“...it’s not too bad. Tastes kinda like latkes. Like a latke dough, but you can eat it.”

“It’s pretty good. My favourite’s yungay potato.”

“Ah, a lady of quality.”

She laughs at that.

80. Comrade

Adelaide Brock is fourteen when she makes her first two real friends. People who actually get it. Who understand the thrill of the ride, and the joy of the psychic link.

They have their differences, of course. Peni’s more of a drill sergeant in the field, always efficient, applying incredible precision. Addy’s always been more of a performer at heart, and her spider (her spider), Weying, seems to sympathize. Ven#m likes the spotlight, isn’t really up to just fighting and heading home, prefers to mug for the crowds and crow over a few muggers. (And occasionally fantasizes about trapping and eating the monsters they defeat like the oversized prey they are, but that’s spiders for you.) Maybe it’s showboating a little, but hey, if you have a ship, why not display it?

But at the end of the day...Peni saved her life. Soon after, she saved Peni’s. They’re a team. They’re actually talking. And she and Weying have been working together for ages now, and New York loves them. Life is good.

Now, if only Peni would actually let her know who she keeps talking to on that weird 2D group chat of hers...

170. Hardcore

“...until ultimate termination.”

Peni blinks.

“Are you sure we’re the same person?”

Other Peni rolls her eyes. “Yes, I’m sure. Even if your SP//dr is a bit...”

“A bit what?”

“You know...impractical? For fighting bad guys?”

Peni frowns. “Mostly kaiju, actually.”

“You sit in a glass cockpit and punch giant monsters and somehow you’ve survived as SP//dr for...how long now?”

“Three years. How about you?”

“Two. ...oh, no, there is no way you’re older than me. You look twelve!”

“Uh...I’m sixteen.”

“Ah, Peni! I see you’ve met Peni?” says Ham, striding through the workshop with a sandwich and out the other side. “Have fun!”

“I guess,” mutters Other Peni.

“...Dad’s death still bothering you?”

“What? No, that was ages ago.” Other Peni sighs, which helps Peni feel less like yelling at her dismissive tone (which would be counterproductive). “Mostly it’s just the job. It...kinda grinds down on you after a while.”

“...I guess I can relate to that.”

Other Peni coughs. “So...you like listening to music while you work?”

Peni lights up. “Do I? Come on, let’s get the sound started. Have you heard anything by Karam Heiwa?”

For the first time in the entire conversation, Other Peni smiles.

“I can see you’ve got good taste.”

“It’s probably a Peni Parker thing,” says Peni, conversationally. “Gray’s stuck on swing, Peter B’s more Silver Age Electric, and Gwen’s into punk, but you just can’t beat KH for tunes to work with.”

Other Peni cautiously goes through the playlist on the holographic display, as though she’s worried about breaking something. Then her faces lights up.

“Hey, is this ‘Nuke-ular’? I haven’t heard this album in ages!”

...of course Other Peni would choose the most depressing song in the mix. Still, baby steps.

183. Talk

The first time Addy stops by the workshop when Other Peni is there, Other Peni is furious at Peni for suggesting she come and say hi. Genuinely furious.

The second time—after some prompting and a long discussion where Other Peni Parker cries for the first time Peni remembers—Other Peni is there to greet her.

“Uhhhh...Peni? Is that you? You look tired. And...older.”

“...hey, Addy. It’s me. This is gonna sound weird, but...I’m from another dimension and I just...kind of wanted to see you again.”

She sounds so tender.

Addy blinks.

“It’s okay,” says Peni, coming around to the front of the space. “She’s...a friend. Sort of. But you have to keep this a secret. This is beyond mech stuff, it’s insanely important. Swear?”

Addy nods, wide-eyed.

“Good! You two have fun!”

“Peni, you weren’t supposed to—” Other Peni growls, but Peni’s already wheeling herself out.

It should help. She knows it would help her. And she’s about 90% certain Addy will forgive her, and has fifteen different prospective options to hasten that process.

...figures that when she steps back in, Addy and Other Peni give her rather evil grins.

“You know,” says Other Peni casually, “the nice thing about being the same person? It means you’re already well aware of a fair few...embarrassing incidents.”

“...you didn’t.”

“Me? No, no. We just traded life stories. If they match up, it’s just a coincidence, right?”

Addy cackles.

“I’ve created a monster.”

“Aw, lighten up, Choking Hazard.”

“Adelaide Brock, you swore not to tell a living soul—”

“Actually I just said I’d only talk about it with you. And, well...”

Other Peni laughs.

(The sacrifices one makes for the good of one’s fellow Spiders...)

238. Rudolph

“If you think I’m missing this, Peni Parker, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“Addy...I don’t know. I mean, yes, you got bitten, but...I’ve never met another Addy Brock out there. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Addy tosses her head back and offers her friend an easy grin. “Then I won’t get hurt. Simple as that. Trust me, Peni. I know when to pull back now.”

Peni sighs. “Fine. But be careful, right? Follow my lead.”

The red SP//dr enters the hole in space just before the black Ven#m does, and leads the way.

And on the other side—

“Hey!” calls Miles happily, coming over to meet them. “Glad you could make it!”

“...hi,” says Addy, blushing quite pinkly all of a sudden.

Peni rolls her eyes. “Excuse my friend. Addy, this is Miles Morales, Spider-Man. Miles, my best friend and coworker Addy Brock and her Spider Weying, alias Ven#m.”

“...how are you pronouncing that?” asks Ham. “Hey, I thought me and Mister Egg Cream over there were your best friends.”

Gray looks like he’s trying not to grin. Peni can feel a blush coming on herself. “I’ve got four best friends. Addy’s the only one you guys haven’t met yet.”

“Well, welcome to the team,” says Miles easily. “And Happy Hanukkah!”

(“Should I tell him you’re a Zuhariyya Muslim?”

“Nah, it’s okay.”)

297. Tea

“So, that’s one Earl Grey for Billy, one Boba for Peni, two Green for Hida and Other Peni, one Black for Cindy, one Lemon Grass for Roshni, and one Masala Chai for me,” says Pavitr, taking notes.

“I feel like we’re inviting stereotypes here,” says Roshni.

“I don’t reckon so,” Billy replies, preemptively reaching for the sugar.

“For Peter...coffee. And a reminder of what civilization looks like when you don’t commit blasphemy.”

Pauker glares. “I told you, that was in Boston!”

“And a Peppermint for Addy.”

On her shoulder, Weying the spider bounces excitedly.

“...no, Addy.” That’s from both Peni Parkers at the same time, exasperated in different ways.

“Aw, man...”

322. Mitosis

“Don’t count on it working,” says Other Peni. “And be careful.”

Peter cracks his knuckles.

“Just gotta give it the ol’ college try.”

And he walks up to the bulky form of Ven#m. Not as nice-looking as Addy’s, honestly. And a cannibal at that. Joke about it though he may, he doesn’t much like cannibalism.

Peter doesn’t entirely know what he’s doing, but there’s always such a thing as giving it the ol’ college try.

(Granted, he never went to college.)

—what are you?—

“Me? I’m just a good buddy here to annoy you into spitting out my friend’s loved ones.”

The capsule opens, revealing a tangled mess of cable-like tentacles that snake towards him.

—is Peni so desperate that she’s sending in cartoons to aid in her futile endeavours?—

—hahahaa—

—don’t make me laugh, little piggy—

—we are Ven#m—

—what are you going to do?—

—“huff and puff and blow my house down”?—

Peter pulls out the giant horn his niece Dahlia sent back from a trip to Switzerland.

“Something like that, yeah.”

362. Celebrity

Do I get one? I get one! Wheeee! ...um. Sorry. Anyway.

My name is Addy Brock. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and for five years I’ve been one third of the one and only Ven#m. I’m from New York in the year 3150, I have a psychic link with a spider who lives inside the robot I tried to take for a joyride when I was fourteen, and my best friends in the world are Peni Parker and Weying, the aforementioned radioactive spider.

Pretty sure you know the rest. Saved the city, mugged for the camera, saved the city again and again, had a hundredth-of-life crisis during which I, uh...we don’t really talk about that. (I’m banned from Greater Peru until I’m eighty-five, on a completely unrelated note.) But I got back up. Also, I met an alternate version of my best friend who lost her me and really needed someone to keep her laughing. And that’s me. Addy Brock, clown superhero extraordinaire. (Peter Parker? Never heard of him.) Peni may be the OG, but I’m the sequel that nobody knew they wanted but now can’t get enough of. I’ve even been to Mars on business—you know how difficult it is for an Earther to get direct to Mars, let alone for a job? Usually they hire local, or take on seasonal workers from the ecoships. This is big stuff.

...but at the end of the day, I love being Ven#m. And...I like having friends who get it. I got randomly assigned a last name matching my closest genetic relatives, but Peni and her Aunt May and Uncle Ben are the first real family I’ve ever actually had. So guess what? Ven#m is here to stay, with the Parkers, in the Republic of New York, on Earth.

As long as they’ll have me.

(“Well, then, looks like even reincarnation won’t be enough to let you get away, Addy.”

"And when they get sick of you, me and my aunt and uncle and Other Addy will take over."

“Aw, you guys. Peni Parkers? Ultimate upgrade in superhero mettle. Besides yours truly, of course.”

”How modest.”)

[accomplishedkilljoy]

pro\t/ip coldblood does infac\t/ no\t/ keep you cold im mel\t/ing over here

[melissa-titanium]

Youre a really cool guy!!!!!! you have epically correct opinions about rainworld and homestuck!!!!! Ough!!!!!!!!!!

BLALALLAALAAAAAAAAAAAATHAN KYOUH ATNJKY OUT AHJYOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I TRULY WISH THAT I DO INFAC;T HAVE; ;; GOOD; O P INIO;NS;; ...THANKYOU VEEEEEEEERY MUCH ANON :) AGAIN THOUGH I MYA NOT KNOW WHO YOU ARE IBET YOUR HOMETUCK AND RAIN WROLD THOUGHTS ARE INCREDIBLE ASWEL ......................

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[wackulart]

Hehe someone's down bad

NONONNOONONO

IM NOT DOWN ANYTHING

INFAC T IM UP GOOD?? SOOOOOO DJSAIBFGJKFDKH

[img0023]

A person throws away bananas after paying 1.9 million won in Australia image text translation damn banana Bana... https://en.imgtag.co.kr/issue/742365/?feed_id=1980599&_unique_id=6768bf8a7374a

[astxrope]

I'm feeling kinda bleh right now (hey, schools out for the term so INLY 3 WEEKS LEFT THEN I'M GRADUATING WOAHHH)

Anyways here's some art of my oc's

They're pretty personal, infac tthey're inspired by me and my sibling in a pokemon mystery dungeon context.

The shinx is named Aster (my user is literally asterope) and while that's not my name, it's the nickname my sibling has for me.

And the Eevee is Bee based on my sibling, I love them very much :)

[the-heaminator]

I've no more fucks to give

My fuck fuse has just blown

I've been hunting for my fucks all day but they've upped and fucked off home!

fuses infac melt not blow,

[ofertas24horas]

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[inpursuitofmeaning]

March 31, 2024

Just had a lovely morning walk with Hunter. Followed up with some muesli. Still anxious to look at my email from yesterday in fear of the response, but I know I must move on and let it be. 11:09. I jsut realized that I sent an email to my mother, and therefore went on my email with no fear. Isn't it strange how our perception of something is really is the only thing that makes it scary? I looked at my email care-free knowing I was sending a tax form that would benefit me, and didn't even realize I had entered my email and therefore done the thing that was scaring me. It is all in anticipation and perception. That is our reality. Speaking of reality, I am very excited for the future. I am thinking about graduating with my PhD, attending law school, becoming fluent in Korean, and living a rich life. It will happen, I am sure. Because as within, so without. As above, so below. Our reality is only limited by our beliefs. I found an excellent YouTube channel called "Accepting the Universe". In fact, ironically, I just checked his channel and his newest video is "If you are greedy for the future, you do not yet belong to yourself". Maybe I should go and watch that. 7:50 I watched another video called "Why is it so hard to forgive ourselves" and it really helped. I let myself be angry and play it over in my head (although that made me really uncomfortable) and then re-wrote the memory with how I would have liked to engage. the video mentioned that we "hurt ourselves on purpose to prove how sorry we are", which I found insightful. I did the work to pinpoint the things I did wrong, and how I would like to react next time. It comes down to the face that I want to be a strong good person who is excellent under pressure. And this interaction revolted that I was not acting as the person I want to be. It brought that to my attention, and now I am aware I can fix it. Inface, I can state in the present that I am no longer that person. All character creation, baby. I am now a person that is good under stress, I can decide who I want to be. I must shift into that identity. I am. We all get to decide who we want to be every day. And now, I am someone who is good under stress. Maybe that would be a good exercise for me - to think of myself like a video game character. Who do I want to be? And be that person. I must remember no one is perfect, we all make mistakes, and that making mistakes is how we grow. I get to decide who I am, and how I respond. It's all within my control. And I must decide to be a person I can be proud of. No one is perfect, we have all done things we regret and made mistakes. no one is perfect. We have all made mistakes. That mistake does not define who I am. I am not an awful person because of that one mistake. I will balance the scales.

[anssinfaceinterior]

[theheadlessgroom]

"Oh nonononono am afraid while your offer of another box is very much appreciated I must turn away your request this one here is special not just because of what's in it but what it is I need to complete my dear friend you see don't you worry nothing will happen to you Mister Pace inface while don't you stay so you can meet them" (Patrick went over to a old Doombuggie and turned it around in it sat a frankenstein like thing made up of sewed fabrics old bits of metals and other odd objects but there wasn't a head till Patrick placed the hatbox near it and threads with wires wrapped around it).

"Uh..."

Randall blinked in quiet surprise-between this polite insistence that his hatbox was needed (for reasons he still didn't understand) and this Frankenstein-like being seated in the Doombuggy, he genuinely wasn't sure what to say, nor what to say when his host set the hatbox on this headless figure.

"Err...who is this, then? A...creation of yours, I take it?" he asked, as politely as he could mutter.