#infinite blue headcanon

[archer12xx]

Jeepney Headcanon with IB Boys

Was on my way to work and yes, riding jeep, so I thought, "what would the IB LIs be like if they rode the jeep?" 🤔

Tobias and Leo

- Sabit Kings. Even though sometimes the jeep isn't full, these boys prefer riding the jeep by standing on the entrance platform and holding onto either the rails or metal bar on the jeep's roof (if it has one). Looks cool and it's fun (not to mention dangerous). fig. 1 for your reference.

Brooklyn

- Shotgun. He has to be on the passenger seat 'cause it's the fancy seat (VIP because usually only two people can sit there and it doesn't get cramped) and he can talk to the driver in case he's got queries about locations, etc.

Alexei

- No count. He's always the victim of "kasya pa isa" (one more passenger can sit). Despite struggling to position himself on the little (to no space) left, he doesn't complain. He'll patiently wait till a passenger or two gets off or till he arrives at his destination. Also, he's prone to missing his stop either because he doesn't notice or the driver doesn't hear him saying "para po!" (Lol)

Rory

- Lone Passenger. He always manage to get on an empty jeepney. Often gets annoyed when the driver waits too long for passengers but doesn't argue. He's also that guy who listens to music while riding.

Milo

- The Driver. For when he's got no surveillance duties. (Lmao) But kidding aside, he'll also be shotgun. First choice is always the passenger seat, but if that's occupied (by Brooklyn lol) he'll be seated inside and for sure, he's going to be the designated conductor (hahaha) And he's the kind of passenger who takes into consideration where the sun is on which time of day so he can avoid sitting on the side where the sun will be shining (it can get really hot not just environment-wise but also the seat huhuh)

K

- The Boss. He built the association and owns all units of jeepney in town. (Lol)

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Sakay na, guys. We're off to an adventure of a lifetime. To the Infinite Blue we go~

Heheh 🧡🩵💚💛❤️💜🩷

[sleeping-in-the-sky]

what're your favorite headcanons about the infinite blue boys

asdfghjkl thank you for the ask! Apologies this took so long, I love wanting to do multiple hobbies and subsequently not making progress on any of them

Anyway I'm a sucker for domestic mundane things, like the list of random facts VelvetFox posted in this ask, so here are some headcanons for the boys with that same vibe:

(I had some scraps of IB dad headcanons so those are mixed in here too)

Infinite Blue LIs x Reader. No mentions of reader pronouns or gender. Also posted on Ao3 here.

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Alexei:

Has journals full of thoughts and observations about anything and everything. Some of his writing is illegible and other parts make no sense to anybody but him because it's literally his runaway train of thoughts dumped onto paper. He sticks post-it notes with diagrams between the pages, jots down excerpts from Wikipedia pages, and overall it's not an aesthetic read... But flipping through can give you an idea of how this super genius's brain works.

He also writes about you in these notebooks, albeit they're written in between stuff like the thirty-seven fun facts of siphonophores and his favorite part of last night's dinner. Many of them are things you’ve never even noticed about yourself like the way you hold the steering wheel while driving. This is also where he'll stick date memorabilia, like movie tickets. (this hc was inspired by this fic by @sailxrmxrs <3)

If you two own a saucer chair or some other small round comfy seat, he'll probably fall asleep in it at least once. He curls up, all 5'10" of him tucked in that tiny space. Naturally, his body hurts when he wakes up and therefore he gets a bit grumpy. So next time if you see him dozing off maybe lead him to the couch or the bed so he can stretch comfortably.

Brooklyn:

I want to imagine that he has a closet only for his clothing irons and ironing boards. Like a fucking broom closet and you open it to see that there's those four boards and a dozen irons. These include vintage clothing irons, restored and repurposed. He knows how to use them and take care of them too. Why does this make me laugh so hard.

Clothes shopping. Take this man clothes shopping. Yes, he'll buy you anything but honestly? Even disregarding that it’s a fun time because he would enjoy discussing outfits, and if your taste isn't the same as his business-academia-formal style he could be convinced into trying an outfit you styled, or vice versa. Also he's a total simp every time you step out of the changing room. Need fit pics? He's got you covered.

Something tells me Brooklyn would enjoy snacks and desserts from around the world. He'd love to make them himself (and with you!), but you could just come home with some mitarashi-dango because your local Asian supermarket was having a sale and he's already cracking open the container for the ceremonial-grade green tea leaves.

Leo:

Leo's our favorite gamer guy, but I think he also enjoys jigsaw puzzles whether they be with his friends or you or both. These are the quiet nights where everyone is focusing, intently staring at the puzzle sitting on the coffee table while aimlessly chatting. It's super peaceful, though sometimes time slips by unnoticed and by the time you all finish it's two in the morning.

Does that thing where you put someone in a shopping car, sprint across the parking lot while pushing said cart, then jump on it while it's moving. He does it with his friends, you, and his future kid (albeit with a lot more caution). He really wants to kiss you while he’s doing it too, but maybe not because what happens if he hits a car, or worse, someone else?

While we're on the topic of transportation and kisses, every time you're sitting shotgun and he pulls the car in reverse he'll put his hand on your seat and lean in to kiss you. Every. Single. Time.

Kiss him first. It'll get him flustered. Do it.

Milo:

I want to believe he really likes having his hair brushed. If you ask him about it he'll never admit it beyond a quick affirmative, but anytime you sit behind him and start to gently run the bristles through his tangles, he could feel himself relaxing. It's soothing. He might fall asleep like that.

Milo would own a 3d printer. I have no definitive reasons why. Vibe check says he owns a 3d printer and will print out cool little knickknacks and give them to you without a word because they either help you in a mundane way (like a toothbrush holder), or he'll print out something cute like a tiny frog with a mushroom hat because he likes seeing your face light up.

Or he'll print out something cursed, like that Thomas the Tank Engine bottlecap where the liquid streams out of the eyes. It's a coin toss every time.

Rory:

Was that one kid reading with a flashlight under the covers. Even now that he's older, he likes to get a bed light and read before bed. Sometimes he gets super engrossed in it and you gotta peel that book off him. He’ll complain. Stand your ground. Otherwise he'll be super sleep-deprived and cranky the next morning.

If his future child also turns out to be an avid reader, he'll secretly change out their flashlight batteries. Or get them a night light with some half-baked excuse of, "so you don't turn on all the lights when you get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and wake the entire house up." Sure, Rory.

Speaking of sleep-related things, he really likes it when you fall asleep next to him/on him. His expression melts into the softest smile and he'll pull you in tightly. If he falls asleep on you, he's the kind to unconsciously hold onto you/must be touching you at all times. He gets really embarrassed about it if you mention this to him. I recommend taking a picture and making it his contact photo.

Tobias:

Has terrible handwriting but an impeccable signature. Don't ever ask him to write the grocery list because it takes forever to decipher his chicken scratch, but he'll sign stuff for fans in one fluid stroke, and that shit looks clean. And yes, he'll offer to sign something for you too.

Loves it when he's chilling on the couch after a long day and you flop on top of him. He'll happily be your teddy bear and let you lay there for hours, the two of you chatting and watching TV while he rubs soft circles on your back. Feel free to fall asleep like that too.

He's the type to enjoy flashy, expensive dates. He takes you out in his sports car to get dinner at a fancy restaurant, followed by spectating sports games from the VIP seats. But I also think incredibly mundane things, like the two of you going out just to grab ice cream in sweatpants and hoodies give him a special kind of happiness.

Seeing you sleepily rubbing your eyes as you come to pick him up from the airport is enough to make him giddy.

[le0nh4v3r]

🩵*♡∞:｡.Too busy being yours.｡:∞♡*🩵

[marcyvamp1re-blog]

ITS EVOLUTION, BABY !

pairings ⸺Yandere! Justice League! x Inmortal!Fem!reader.

couple of today! ⸺Yandere! Kal-El x Inmortal! Fem! Reader

This is a Headcanon!

sinopsis ⸺ You had seen it all. From the first whisper of life in the primordial oceans to the deafening buzz of the modern era. Every advancement, every innovation, a heavier burden on your shoulders. Nothing surprised you anymore; everything was predictable and monotonous, so you found refuge in a small apartment in the heart of Metropolis, away from the bustling human nonsense.

Until one day a flying bus crushed you.

warnings ⸺ Dark Themes, Dead, Religion, murdering, Disturbing Content, Unhealthy Obsession, Discrimination, War, Street Fights, Gaslight, Suicide, Violence, Blood, LGBT Content, Kidnapping, NSFW, Sexual Content, Mental Illness, Addiction, Torture, Corruption, Isolation, Trauma, Phobias, Paranoia, Manipulation.

A/N — Bah, just another story pulled from my imagination after dancing all afternoon to Pearl Jam songs while cleaning the house.

This land is mine, this land is free

I'll do what I want but irresponsibly

▪︎Your immortality is neither epic nor glorious. You were not born from the stars or from scientific labs. There was no cosmic ray, no magic potions, no caped heroes to save you. Your existence is simple, without ornamentation.

▪︎You are water.

▪︎Or, to be more precise, you were a microscopic being living in a drop of water attached to a wandering meteorite that roamed through the void, in the infinite silence of space, before arriving on Earth. In that tiny liquid bubble, you were happy, surrounded by other beings who knew neither pain nor time. Everything was calm.

▪︎Until one day, your home plummeted toward the planet you would come to know as Earth.

▪︎There your true evolution began.

▪︎Millions of years passed, and you witnessed it all. You observed the first spark of life in the primordial oceans, the giant reptiles crawling across the continents, and the hominids standing upright on two legs. With each evolutionary cycle, you adapted, but you always remained, indifferent to the passage of time. Nothing truly affected you… Until Martha appeared.

▪︎Martha was your youngest daughter, for now. At eighty years old, Martha was the only thing you had left in this world that no longer mattered to you. Time, that relentless enemy that did not touch you, was wreaking havoc on her. Wrinkles adorned her face, her hands trembled as she knitted. But she made you feel something you thought you had forgotten: humanity. Martha kept you anchored to a world that had become irrelevant to you.

▪︎You did not live in Metropolis with her because she had her own life, and you spent your time wandering to every corner of the earth. Aimless and without a home to sleep in.

▪︎But you decided to visit her when you learned from her husband that she was in the hospital. It wasn’t serious, but she was the most important thing you had, and even at eighty years old, she would still be your little sweet baby.

▪︎Your journey was calm; listening to rock bands and old songs relaxed you. Nothing could disturb your zen state.

▪︎But then came the bus. The fucking bus.

▪︎An empty bus flew out from a nearby building, a flash of blue and red, and chaos erupted in the streets. Superman, facing Lex Luthor, knocked a bus right onto you. One second of distraction and you were crushed, like a puppet torn to pieces.

▪︎Your blood spilled onto the pavement and the broken glass of your car, which was now nothing more than scrap metal.

▪︎Superman, the defender of justice, landed right next to your car, using his infrared vision to see your mangled body inside the vehicle.

▪︎His face filled with horror.

▪︎Why always an innocent person? A choked sob, his eyes full of remorse as he saw you, a pool of blood and broken bones.

▪︎It was not the first time he had a lapse, but it was the first time it cost a human and innocent life.

▪︎The worst part was that you were young, with a long life ahead of you, and his carelessness took that gift away. What would happen to your family when they found out? How would they feel knowing that Superman, the so-called greatest hero, couldn’t save you?

▪︎He was devastated.

▪︎Until, to his surprise, you got up. Your body began to regenerate, bones rejoining, skin closing over the wounds. Superman watched you in disbelief, his hands trembling.

▪︎“Can’t you really be more careful?” you said, your voice filled with exhaustion, brushing off the dust as if nothing had happened. The hero was left speechless. You were immortal.

▪︎That was where it all began.

A/N - And well, this is just a little Headcanon that might turn into a series (hopefully not, because it would be way too long)

I’ll upload more soon, as well as another DC Yandere series. I’ll also post a few updates to explain some things—no need to read them, but it would be app

P.S.: If you’re a reader of the Silly Little Bat series, don’t worry. I’ll upload chapter three soon.

Don’t forget, if you want to request something, the shop is open

Take a bath!

[snap-oversteer]

Hi:) Gotta say I find you infinitely cool and your car headcanons are so damn fascinating. Feel free to ignore me but do you maybe probably have some thoughts on Blurr? Since his personality heavily revolves around the fact that he’s the fastest racer on his planet I feel like you can give a really interesting perspective on him

- Keferon

DUUUUUDDDDDEEEEEEEE Blurr is so hard to pinpoint exactly what car he could be... theres just so, so many historical cars that completely dominated the racing scene, and there's many more that's to come. Before i go onto full-fledged experimental vehicles, lemme first introduce you to the Bugatti Bolide

THIS piece of art and engineering is a track-only hypercar, and it recently debuted at the 2023 Le Mans. It has all the bells and whistles you'd expect a race car to have, W16 engine, carbon all over, carbon brakes, 7 speed dual clutch transmission, what have you. The paint color is dubbed Agile Blue and what more perfect car to assign to our beloved Blurr. Bugatti claims it makes about 1825 horsepower with 1850 n/m torque, with a top speed of 501 km/h (311 mph).

Speaking of Le Mans, let's dive into those vehicles now. For those unfamiliar with Le Mans, it's a 24 hour endurance race held in France. It's one of the oldest racing series to exist, predating Formula 1 by 30 years, and it's still continuing now!

In Rescue Bots, Blurr IS in fact an LMP (Le Mans Prototype) styled car.

judging by the headlights it looks more to be a newer LMP Ferrari, but ehhh while its not a bad choice i wouldnt really associate Blurr with Ferrari, that brand's nature would be more suited for Mirage. but damn do they have good lookin cars. I would, though, associate Blurr with older Porsche. Statistically, Porsche is the current record holder for the most successful manufacturer in Le Mans to date with 19 wins, with one of their most iconic cars being the Porsche 917 & Porsche 956.

I think it would be criminal to not honour Blurr's racing history, that's why i'm putting a race car in here.

Honorable mentions! :

Ford GT40 - THE car that beat Ferrari at its own game, and has gained a cult following ever since.

Audi R18 e-tron Quattro - The car that beat Porsche's 16 victories, driven by Toms Kriestensen, and holding the most driver victories in a single car (9)

McLaren F1 GTR - I just like how it looks lol

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

The gojo/m!reader fic is just *chef’s kiss* I fucking love your writing. I know you just posted part 3 and I don’t want to be greedy but can we expect a part 4? 👁️

Lawd, don’t tempt me, nonnie! I have so many headcanons and ideas that I wanted to include but they did not feel relevant to the plot. 😭 Okay - not making any promises! We’ll see how it goes because I have some other fics lined up first! ( ´Д`)y━･~~

Below is the original ending of the fic as a treat! I didn’t write it out originally because I dislike reader-insert endings with a definitive end, I like giving room for the reader to be able to create infinite scenarios with the plot provided (｀_´)ゞ

alternate ending, angst with comfort | not proofread! | wc: 1.5 k

“You gave him a run for your money, huh? I told him it was a cruel idea.”

Air does not inflate your lungs but you inhale anyway, if only to feel your chest rise and fall. He reaches his hand out, and that onyx gaze makes your vision blurry.

“S’guru...?”

Clasping at your cheeks, you try to grasp the reality before you. Nails scratching at your skin as you cast your gaze downwards to your lap. The familiar colour of deep navy blue causes more tears to fall.

“What?” Those vortex-patterned buttons shimmer under the warm lights and Suguru’s hands invade your vision as he gently circles his fingers around your wrist.

“(Y/N), it’s alright. Everything is alright now.” His voice felt like honey, just like before. He’s not decayed or pale or rotten. Suguru is wearing his uniform - like before. Before the Star Plasma incident, before his betrayal, before his death, before your resentment contorted your memory of him into a grotesque spirit.

“You gave it your all. You can rest now.”

The sight past his shoulders is bright and cloudless. The silver beams that hold the glass together meld up and up and up into the roof. The floors are glistening, with not one footprint or stain and the pops of green from the potted plants and the distant forests beyond the glass make your shoulders droop.

“...Where...”

He squeezes your wrist and stands, you have no choice but to do the same.

When you do, he wraps his arms around you. A tight, comforting, squeeze that makes your arms hang awkwardly out with twitching fingers. Your clothes spill from between his hold and you can feel the fine hairs on his cheeks.

“You had every right to hate me, (Y/N). It wasn’t your fault. I don’t hate you, I swear I don’t.”

Tears stream down your face. They feel so cooling, unlike the usual burning that follows.

“I missed you, (Y/N).”

“Suguru...”

“I missed you too. Suguru.”

“(Y/N). Where is he?”

Silence befalls the room. His eyes search and pane from every face to every molecule in the air. As terrifying a thought as it is, Satoru’s six eyes hover unseen over his shoulders. Each pupil looks this way or that way. Some have more than one, long downward-facing lashes fluttering as it darts and consumes the sights before it.

They’re hungrier now. Famished from the timeless chamber that was the Prison Realm.

They’re hungry to lay themselves on you.

Drink in your beauty once more. Drown in your presence and weep when you meet their gaze.

You are not here.

The silence is too familiar.

Satoru feels his chest tighten.

“Mr Gojo,” Yuji steps forward and Shoko purses her lips so Satoru steels his expression. Yuji will tell him you are dead, he will tell him how you perished and if Satoru is lucky (which he hasn’t felt lucky in a long time) Yuji will tell him your body was here.

But Yuji says nothing.

He extends his hand after fishing something out of his pocket and Satoru feels a familiar weight in his palm.

It’s your wedding ring.

The other half to his own that he wore.

He thought you’d melted it down. He’d never seen you wear it after that night.

Were you sentimental too?

Satoru recalls the old books your mother had that left holes in his bookshelves - tracks of their departure shredding through the dust like a stampede of hooves. The drawings that were made in crayon and pens and paint by your children, lining the hallways of home or the fridge (”like the Americans do,” you joked). There were even documents you kept, receipts, of things that held no more value.

You were full of memories just like he was.

He stared at the ring. Delicate, detailed and forlorn without its user.

“He told me he had a plan,” Yuji’s fist shake as he speaks.

“Mr (Y/N) said he’d be alright. He told me to trust him and that everything would be okay. He just told me to get as many comrades out of the area so I did. He - He slipped the ring in my pocket and I didn’t notice.”

You’d been revealed by Sukuna, grasped by the back of your head like a toy. You were decorated like one. Those heavy, patterned, robes and styled hair and painted face. Even with pain contorting your expression you looked as pretty as a doll.

“Lovely sight, isn’t it, my concubine?” Sukuna croons. “You’ve made such an array of allies in my absence. Uruame tells me you’ve even mauled your father, how terrifying.”

Uruame, that bastard. The girl - no. The person that’d been bowing and showing you that horrid swirl pattern on their head - they’d been keeping an eye on you. Ever since you were a child, they’d kept track. To prepare you for Sukuna? Or just to make sure their master's return was celebrated with a feast to please his every desire?

His grip tightens and your yell makes Yuji’s anger simmer under his skin.

‘ I’ll leave the rest to you. ‘ Nanami had told him.

“Sukuna,” he growls out.

The King of Curses, with those lovely eyes Yuji cherished so dearly, smiled like a mad man.

“Oi, brat. Shall I show you how deeper into despair I can take you?”

“Sukuna told Mr (Y/N) to kill us or he’d do it himself. Neither of us expected him to,” Yuji trails off, his nails digging crescent moon shapes into his palms. It’s Yuta who finishes the sentence for him;

“He used Divine Flame to its greatest height. As a way to stop Sukuna from chasing after us and as a way to weaken him.”

“...He had sacrificed himself, is that what you’re saying?” Satoru watches Yuta nod and as Yuji sullenly does the same, Choso comes to his side.

“His flames are still burning. They’re fading but, he did weaken Sukuna considerably,” Shoko says. Satoru knows she’s just taking her time to tell him there is no corpse to be buried. You were gone in the wind and once the remnants of your cursed energy faded there’d be nothing left of you but memories and things; they’d collect dust and grief but none would satisfy Satoru.

He doesn’t mind the way they look at him as he unclasps the silver necklace around his neck to slip your ring. It joins Suguru’s button and he finds himself unable to curse the Gods.

Instead, Satoru closes his eyes to pray.

‘ Watch over me, ‘ he pleads.

It lasts no more than a second. His eyes open but they find themselves searching for hair that shines like vinyl and (E/C) coloured eyes that make heaven weep despite what he’s learned.

The best thing he can hope to do now is free Megumi and Tsumiki of their ailments. Then, then...he’ll bury them.

He’ll bury his family.

“Nanami. Is there a body?”

The furrowing of Yuji’s brows make Satoru’s cheek twitch.

“We’ll bury their things then. Side by side.”

There’s a familiar presence next to him. His scent wafted up Satoru’s nose in a way that made his eyes water. He knows him by the way he breathes, the way he walks, the sound of his hair being tied into a bun.

Suguru is beside him.

He doesn’t know how it’s possible that they’re together once again but a quick glance around and he’s quick to figure it out.

Ah.

He wanted to win so badly.

They talk. They talk like nothing has happened. As if the years were mere footnotes in their story like friends reuniting again after some distance.

Behind him, Yū and Kento are sat. They tease and jest. He yells at Principal Yaga about dying with regret, he sees Riko and Misato talking to each other in their own corner of rhe world.

Kento huffs, Kento smiles.

“If you stop flitting your eyes so wildly you’ll find him, Gojo.” Suguru and Yū chuckle at Satoru’s expression. Kento twists his upper half and points to the windows.

“That woman...” Satoru’s eyes widen.

It’s unmistakably your mother. Her hair, her skin, her posture - youthful and healthy. He sees tiny hands clutching to her shoulder, a head of (H/C) peeking from over it and then your eyes blinking sheepishly up at her.

You’re in your mother's arms, a boy once again as she cradles you close to her.

When your eyes meet him, he sees the bashful way they avert themselves and your mother chuckles as she smooths out your hair. Kento hums and Yū tells him to stand, so Kento does.

Your mother’s smile is as warm as it's always been. Puts the damn sun to shame, really. She presses a kiss to your head then sets you down and with inward facing steps, you walk towards Kento.

With each step, you grow and grow and Satoru thinks of how nice it was that you’re spending your youth with Kento for an eternity now.

Because as you stand in front of Kento in your school uniform, with the bright smile you had in those old photographs, he feels his heart soar. The rings clink softly against each other as he leans back and wraps an arm around Suguru’s shoulder.

Your arms wrap around Kento’s neck and he wraps them around your waist.

“I hope you did not wait long, Ken.” He squeezes you tightly and sighs, “I would wait an eternity for you, my love.”

[tiredfoxtf]

Well, I think it's been enough time to tell you about ANOTHER my long time Life series headcanon.

The winners have nightmares about their wins.

Grian is in the bloodied sand, under the hot desert sun. And it blinds his eyes and burns his skin, it makes him thirsty and sweaty, sand mixed with tears, blood and sweat sticks to his skin and red red red sweater. And it's disgusting, it makes him want to puke and cry, tear that stupid sweater into pieces, but he can't do anything, can't move a finger, only uselessly cry and curse everything, asking for forgiveness into nothing.

Scott is covered in thorns, even breathing hurts, like that very thorny bush grew inside him too, pricking his throat and lungs from the inside and the smell of thunder and red red red flowers is heavy and makes breathing even harder. He tries to move - thorns move with him, he masters the strength to tear them away - many more appear, and the flowers taste bitter despite their prettiness. They are poisonous. And Scott thinks of nothing when his stomach twists inside out.

Pearl is so cold. Cold is all she knows. Blue sky, white snow, red red red blood, so pretty. The cold freezes her joints, sips into her cell structure, in her DNA. Her eyes feel like there's nothing but two ice spheres. And the sharp sharp sharp pain as if her body twists and tears over and over and over again. And she is hungry, her blood is still warm. She might savour it a bit. If her blood worth something, than she might be worth something too. But her blood isn't sweet. Her blood is salty and bitter with despair, hate and resentment and what's worse with regret.

Martyn cannot swim up, he tries, he tries, he tries so hard. He gets to see the dark sky only for a moment until a new wave will kick him down below and the dark of the sea doesn't differ too much from the sky full of stars. Martyn breaths mostly salty water and he sees red red red. Anything but red. His lungs are heavy, but he doesn't sink, he fights, he fights so hard, against the sea, against the current, he is a fighter. But the sea knows nothing of him when it swallows him once again. The water is cold and the air is cold, he bites his tongue and curses and curses and curses, for no one to hear. For no one to be angry at him.

Scar is by himself, he always was by himself. But he hears laughter and happiness outside his home, but he doesn't come out - they will disappear the second he does. Sometimes he sees shadows of people that used to be, but he doesn't know them. And they don't know him. They are not real, he assures himself, it's just him and his sunflowers, but their soil is red red red. It's nothing, he says, but he feels how the pit in the stomach gets infinitely bigger. He needs to come out, he needs to see someone, can they be happy with him? Can he make them laugh? There's no one out there.

Joel feels like tearing himself apart with every second, it's pain, it's frustration, it's embarrassment, it's shame, it's anger, it's a thrill, it's the wild hunger. He couldn't stop it, he needs to see the red red red, so much of it, so he would forget what other colours look like. He tears apart someone's body, his teeth sink into the flesh, his eyes cannot stop making fluid, why can't he stop? Why can't he just stop and die already? He proved himself, it's done, why he is not in control of himself? More more more, until he could bath in red red red. It's never enough, it cannot satisfy him ever.

No Cleo, because I haven't watched Real Life, sorry even watching VR makes me dizzy as fuck.

[jojikawa]

Muzan indulging in human pleasures with the divine being, Lilith. 🖤

Muzan x Lilith!reader Headcanons

Synopsis: The Demon King, Muzan, believes that he can find success in defeating all who oppose him, along with the location of blue spider lilies if he summons what is considered to be a goddess among demons. It seems that he doesn’t get what he believes he has bargained for. Warnings: mild season 1/2. season 3-1 spoilers.

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• Muzan summons you with the souls of the lower moon’s that has died and that he has killed. He knew fully well that he would probably be struck down and that you would ravage the earth in an angry stead as revenge for being (literally) demonized for your femininity…but that outcome was surely better than losing. He was tired of being failed by his own creations for hundreds of years.

• When you appear in your true form, even he is unable to comprehend what’s in front of him. Most mortals, demons, will never be able to wrap their heads around godhood.

• You manifested your physical body, bare and naked, resembling a vulnerable human woman.

“Lilith.” Muzan called sternly, trying to mask his fear of rejection and outright being destroyed. It seemed as though you were trying to get your bearings again. The earth hasn’t been corrupted by your presence since the beginning of time. “(y/n).” You said flatly. “I go by (y/n) now. It’s much cuter.”

You picked yourself up off of the ground, as you had fallen and could not walk when you assumed a more domestic form. “Find me something to wear, child.” You commanded, a small smile gracing your lips.

Were you…ordering Muzan around!?

You took a look around, not at all used to what you were seeing. You were in the “Infinite Castle” but, of course, you didn’t know that. Nearby, you saw an assortment of human-made things. A wooden table decorated with glass bottles, all with unusual shapes. They held clear liquids, red liquids, and a scent that you recognized to be blood. You then noticed that the feeble demon that summoned you had not moved yet.

You strode over to the desk, before reaching for once of the glass containers.

“Don’t touch that-“

Your head snapped over to Muzan. “I won’t repeat myself.” With a close eyed smile, you waved the demon to rid himself of his presence.

• Muzan quickly fetched you a kimono. The best he could find was the one who would wear when he would masquerade as a woman. You didn’t mind. It fit perfectly and smelled pleasant.

• The first thing Muzan asked was if blue spiders lilies could be found and if so, where were they? You didn’t seem obligated to help.

When you heard his question, you froze for a moment. Muzan’s jaw clenched with anticipation as he examined your face. You seemed to be thinking…perhaps some kind of divine knowledge would make his goals much more obtainable.

You giggled sweetly, as you had noticed the man stiffed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Your face. Your tone of voice. Your body language. It looked as if you were…lying to him. It felt as if he were being mocked, laughed at by a woman shaped demon.

• You would make Muzan work for his knowledge. You haven’t indulged in anything mortals had the pleasure of doing all the time. You would make him show you everything he had missed. The new job you had given him could be mistaken as being a lover. He seemed to be the strongest among his kind so you must keep him on a leash.

• You had him style your hair, satisfy your curiosity by answering anything you asked as honestly as he could and participate in any activity you found yourself wanting to do. This went on for a while. Longer than Muzan would admit. It seemed like he really wanted access to your wisdom.

• But you are the first woman. First wife of the first man that started humanity itself before you turned your back on God himself. You knew everything and now you knew Muzan. He was beginning to fall for you. Not many things you “forced” him to do was actually forced. You didn’t always need to order him around for him to do things you wanted.

• It wasn’t long until he introduced you to his subordinates. The “Upper Moons” he called them. They were humans that he turned into demons with his blood. His way of creating demons was like a dollar store version of how you created the first demons. You congratulated him, nonetheless, using your sexuality to make him behave the way you wanted him to.

• When you praised him, you nuzzled into him and rubbed your body on him like a feline in heat. It boosted his ego so much, having such a beautiful manifestation say such good things about him. It didn’t compare to the mortals that would say pleasant things about him.

• And you’ve yet to see him show his anger.

• The day came where he had a meeting with his subjects. They were unable to complete the tasks Muzan had given him. He got so angry that you could see his veins showing through his skin. The castle rumbled as he trembled with fury causing the glass bottles to crack and eventually break. Muzan said that they’re called “beakers.”

• The display gave you a new appreciation for him. He really was the strongest amount his kind.

After the Nakime sent everyone back to their respective places, you felt like it was time you began regulating Muzan’s mood.

He didn’t hear you come up behind him and place a dainty hand on his shoulder. His tense body eased and you felt the anger release from his body. “Muzan…” You called breathlessly. You wrapped your arms around his torso from behind. He let your hands roam his clothed chest before he opened his mouth to speak. He wanted to apologize for acting so indecently in your presence but—

“Muzan-sama~”

He was tall but if you stood on your toes then you could kiss the back of his neck. He thought that maybe this was joke. You were just playing another trick on him because you were bored.

“I’ve never seen a mortal get that angry before.” You laughed to yourself and nuzzled into his back. “I want to indulge in human pleasures now.”

Muzan felt your presence leave from behind him. You then suddenly appeared in front of him. You looked at all of the research he was going on the different types of blood. You felt like it was ultimately worthless. Once you felt like you had seen enough, you turned to him. “Have you ever eaten chocolate strawberries?” You asked innocently. You saw his eyes widen before narrowing sharply. You always framed your harmless questions as if you were finally going to tell him what he wanted.

“I prefer flesh.” Muzan simply replied, adjusting his clothes as you had nearly removed them from your stupid antics. You smiled. “of course you do.” You made a handful of strawberries in a box appear in your hand.

• Muzan had no choice but to let you do what you wanted. He let you feed him strawberries. He didn’t even like strawberries but as long as it brought you joy then he had to comply…even if it meant that your seat was on his lap.

• Your appearance and even your personality matched what he read In ancient texts. Sometimes, his situation didn’t feel real, like he would wake up and probably vow to never sleep again.

• Eventually, he becomes more comfortable with you, almost welcoming when you would come to him for affection. If he were correct, that means that you’ve probably never been with another man since the beginning of humanity. You were needy.

• Sometimes, he would try to get ahead by giving you affection on his own in hopes his ability to act first pleased you. He doted on in a way only a husband could to his wife.

• You make him stop his work to brush your hair and massage your feet.

You were watching him work again. If you weren’t going to be of any use, he might as well continue trying to reach his goals. He was frantic in his work, muttering to himself, getting frustrated and destroying more things when he seemed to reach a dead end. That’s when you would come in and invade his ears with your sweet voice. Your touch would send goosebumps down his body. He felt butterflies whenever you encouraged him to “keep going” or reassuring him that “he’s almost there.”

🔞

• Is unironically obsessed with your body. You can shape shift and look anyway you want but he prefers the body type that you arrived as.

• Believed that this is the one aspect he can have control over in the relationship but even in bed, you still order him around. A part of him doesn’t mind. He almost likes being told what to do because it gives him a sense of purpose. A purpose that differed from being Muzan Kibutsuji.

• He believes he enjoys being a top but that changes when you wrestle him onto the bed and show him something that no woman ever has. He becomes a switch at will after that.

• Has a breeding kink with you. He finds it extremely attractive to be able to have his seed carried by a powerful demoness such as yourself. Gets curious of what a child would look like with you.

[velvetfoxgames]

Infinite Blue - June 2024 Update

Happy June! Not too much new or exciting to update on this month. It'll probably be like this for a little while as the assets wrap up, and then there'll be more to share as we go further into the programming!

ARTWORK

Minus a few small tweaks to one CG, Rory's illustrations are finished!! This basically leaves one CG left, and maybe an extra for a certain character who is not any of the main six.

We have the last three background sketches in. Very excited to be completing these shortly.

WRITING

We're not quite finished with Milo's route, but it should be done in the next couple weeks. Almost halfway there on the scripts.

It's always fun going back and reading over the silly side plots that happen with the rest of the boys on each route :)

PATREON

This month on Patreon, the illustration vote was for 'Flower crown Milo' and the headcanon was 'Florist Milo.'

Please note that our Patreon will be on pause until August, so new members will not be able to join at this time.

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[archer12xx]

Nothing's Sweeter than Words of Love ♡

A Valentine's Day Special ft. Infinite Blue Boys 🧡💚💙💜❤️💛🩷

(Just some notes/letters that I thought the boys would write for Valentine's Day)

• A sticky note found beside a red rose on top of a box filled with different kinds of expensive chocolates

• A note on a specially arranged bouquet of fresh flowers

• A note inside the paper bag of a box of jewelry (a silver flower bracelet)

• A sticky note found on a bar of chocolate

• A letter written on a scented paper found stuck in between a bouquet of red roses

• A printed letter, folded, and taped in front of the huge paper bag full of chocolates

• A sticky note you found in front of your door

--

HAHAHAHA I honestly don't know if I was able to write the others alright. I only know Tobias' voice. Huhuh hope they're not bad. Anyway, Happy Infinite Valentine's Day!!! May you have the sweetest day today! Sending lots of hearts your way~ 🧡💚💙💜❤️💛🩷

P. S - I think Milo has his own sweet way of spending Valentine's Day with you and the two of you are the only ones who know about it. XD

[forever-fan]

The Crowning Trials of the Dead

I've been away a while, but I just had an idea. This is angsty and has warnings in the tags. The loyalty the Fenton siblings have for each other makes me so happy. (This is supposed to be for an AU where stuff happened, so now Jazz and Danny live alone together.)

Imagine there are three things a ghost must do to be King/Queen/Ruler of the Infinite Realms. It isn't just "Beat your predecessor and you're good to go!" Nonononononono! That would be too simple! That is only the first of the Crowning Trials. There are two more!

The Third Crowning Trial is the Crowning itself. You have to state your honest intentions and petition your worthiness in front of the Ancients before the crown is placed on your head. If you are not worthy, the crown burns you to nothingness. If you are, it changes to reflect your core and obsession. (I headcanon that it's only called "The Crown of Fire" because it belonged to Pariah by technicality for a very long time. It would change once Danny earns it. It's proper name is The Crown of the Dead.)

The only real issue Danny would have would be the Second Crowning Trial. This is where the heavy angst comes in. The Second Crowning Trial is to wear the Ring of Rage, which imbues the wearer with nearly uncontrollable anger, and not lash out within the period between an equinox and the following solstice or between a solstice and the following equinox.

This would be taxing and almost impossible, and to add some stakes to the plot, let's say the Ancients tell Danny that if he doesn't do it and pass, the crown automatically falls back to the previous king, Pariah Dark.

Danny does the trial and struggles hard. By the time the trial is over, Danny has succeeded, but at a cost. He takes off the ring and feels emotions that had previously been snuffed out by anger. He doesn't know what to do, so he shuts them out, too.

Jazz is appalled by the change in her brother and tries every bit of psychological advice she can. Nothing works. This drives her to do something impossibly reckless, she attempts self-d!e in front of her brother.

This finally snaps him out of it and forces Danny to face his fear and desperation as he rushes to stop Jazz's bleeding. He cries and feels anger bubble up. He lashes out and yells at Jazz in the heat of the moment. Danny recoils, realizing he let his anger get the better of him, but... Jazz smiles. She's crying, too, but not just from pain. She's... relieved.

Once Jazz isn't actively dying, she and Danny have a serious conversation. They talk for a long time, and Jazz reassures Danny over and over again that it is okay to feel emotions and the Third Crowning Trial was only supposed to teach him to control them better. He was not supposed to bury them and become an unfeeling thing.

When Clockwork shows up out of the blue to confirm this observation, Jazz socks him and yells at him for breaking her brother. This gets a tired chuckle from Danny. From there, Jazz works to help her brother readjust to his emotions and teaches him ways to acknowledge them without hurting others. It takes a long time for Danny to fully recover. It all ended up okay, but it certainly wasn't a fun ride.

But yeah, that was my angsty idea. I feel like the actual Crowning can only take place on either the birthday or deathday of the person trying to become King/Queen/Ruler of the Infinite Realms.

Anygays, I'm going to crawl back into my hole and hibernate for a while again. Ciao!

[mercymermaid]

human ax headcanons!! (feat. human bill as well)

1- ax is perfectly happy with letting mabel use them as a personal makeover doll, allowing her to paint their nails in colors so bright human eyes can't comprehend and use their face to try out every color of eyeshadow her new palette has. their hair has endured countless styling, and they've proudly donned the handmade dresses mabel would make during her sleepovers with grenda and candy. they vocally express their appreciation for her actions anytime she gets self-conscious about a project, and even make the first move to ask her about her latest ideas. they even get bill in on the fun as well, and though he throws a hissy fit whenever mabel brings in the sparkly hair gel, he secretly adores the attention even more than the axolotl.

2- bill has a severe coffee addiction, via ford once giving him a cup as a last resort. ax drinks exclusively tea, and while they claim that they do so for health reasons, deep down they know that if they ever got their hands on coffee, they'd be just as obsessed as bill, and when you're a god half of reality prays to, you need to keep up appearances.

3- while bill is a human-human, with maybe some triangle and dream demon still deep inside him, accessible only through really dramatic and plot-convenient circumstances, ax is still very much a god, just shaped into a human form. unfortunately, since such an entity cannot be smushed into such a fragile form, a lot of ax's perks (such as impenetrability and immortality) don't quite make it into the body with ax themselves. they still have full access to their powers, limited only by their state of mind, which is unfortunately also affected by their 'mortal' form. this means the axolotl is now more or less prone to injury and illness, surprising for such a powerful entity.

4- ax doesn't really need glasses, they just think they're charming.

5- sometimes ax tries to subconsciously float because they're not used to gravity actually affecting them, and then realize with a shock of embarrassment that unless they actually try, the stupid mortal body limitations prevent them from doing so. bill does this as well, but while the ax can still float on command, he cannot, and this pisses him off to no end.

6- the first time mabel made ax a sweater, they nearly cried; they're used to receiving gifts out of blind, selfish worship, and having someone give them a gift simply for being themselves is a novel experience. they blamed the tears on human body allergies. they now proudly wear mabel's twenty-million friendship bracelets, without fail.

7- ax loves deep philosophical discussion, and embrace dipper's endless questioning with open arms, excited to share their infinite wisdom.

8- ford and dipper are the last to figure out ax's real identity.

9- speaking in rhymes is the ax's way of getting a point across, such as trying to tell bill that his actions have consequences, but with the amount of prophecies they've had to give, speaking in rhymes is now a subconscious self-soothing mechanism.

bonus (not exclusive to human ax):

the axolotl's tail fin is normally a gorgeous sky blue, sometimes able to change colors to paint galaxies across night skies, but a little-known fact is that the tail fin is actually a tell-all mood ring for the ax. in theory, it's supposed to change colors based on what they're feeling; classic yellow for happy, red for angry, etc. however, the axolotl was always one to repress emotions, too afraid of what their anger (or, god forbid, joy) could unintentionally cause due to their immense power (loosely inspired by this post). after an eternity of purposefully staying calm, the axolotl's tail fin has adopted a permanent shade of relaxed blue, and no one is any the wiser. however, that doesn't mean it can't change color at all. in rare situations, the hue will change - it'll turn a more greenish teal when the ax is happier (yellow), a more purple shade when frustrated (red, quite rare), or a more indigo/dark blue shade when upset (blue). these changes are minuscule and imperceptible to most, but some that they have close relationships with (i.e. bill) can sniff these changes out. this color-changing rule also applies to the human ax's blue hair tips!

[jadensageillustration]

When she runs out of paint, she makes more. This time not from oxrush and orchids, but from greater things. A dash of what has been, a handful of what is so, and a healthy dose of what might come to be. She’s learned to paint reality itself, or whatever version of it exists in the Void, and she’s worked hard to fill out her palette in full.

To me, the biggest difference in the Dishonored series is the dramatic change to the Void, from that clear, infinite blue, to the lonely, limitless grey. I wanted to revisit my headcanon for how that comes to be.

[vampiric-succulent]

OUAW EP 20:

It’s not even past the bean footage yet and already I have a thing to comment about—

“Hey. Keep working. Keep your hands down.” Idk if it’s just Mace or if it’s me but this is an interesting thing to start the episode with

Also I lowkey already watched this but considering that I wasn’t really paying attention due to Sleep im rewatching

Oh this is the Silly Goofy episode. Got it.

Watching this is so different now that I know how tall each of these people actually are in real life

“Mr Kremyyyyy….. Torbek had a nightmaaaare………..” torb <3

Hot jones?

Why is Mikey using the King Shmebulon voice

Oh the energy here is so weird today

NEXT YOURE GONNA TELL TORBEK THAT A SHRIMP FRIED THAT RICE and they’re gone

The improv shenanigans here are SO GOOD— “the wee hours” watches and the blue J and the bottle of something

HOT JONES!!!

“There was that guy and he was like… woah.” Bi Gricko!!!! “Why you always watching these kingly types and looking at their woah?” Lmfao Gideon you are no better

Degenerate Jones

TABAXI TORBEK and eughhh Mammon Tiefling Gricko (applying for all Mammon Tiefling Gricko)

I love how Kremy is super paranoid thinks everyone is out to get him but still immediately tells Gideon everything (I need to see Gideon do some sort of something back bc coalecroux is feeling increasingly one sided and it is making me sad)

“Torbek was happy with the infinite abyss”

THE FEDS

Poor Twig she went from dealing with absolute loneliness to dealing with all this bullshit. She needs to have the space to Bogart out a little bit like get this woman a destruction room

Twig 🤝 Torbek

coping mechanisms

Gideon has such older brother who acts like a father figure to Twig vibes

THE FEDS THEYRE IN THE CLOTHES

Torbek is simply following suit… following the suit to the ground lmfao

PENIS NOSE?????? HOW IS THAT AN OPTION

Gideon is overwhelmed by Penis im sorry

This is just reminding me of when Frost got the proud nudist curse and Derek made that slapping turn joke 😭

Obligatory “im walkin here” please stop

Nvm we have the coalecroux and also poly party affirmations (long shots and headcanons)

OH!!! Woah there Kremy

“Think of the Federal government!” Quick Gid take your clothes off!! The government!!!

OH NO THE ORCIFICATION

NO THE FUCKING CABINET

DEREK. DEREK WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT DEREK WE COULD HAVE NEVER GONE DOWN THAT ROAD

Love Torbek’s Spring Aladrin voice. It’s like some sort of old English aristocratic friend of Oscar Wilde.

Oop! Theseus’s Ship mentioned (kind of)

“Did we do a bunch of drugs before bed again?” Funny you should have asked that Gideon given what is now happening

“Tentacles probe me” “yes Gideon join us the time is now get naked”

WHY IS IT ERECT NOW DEREK. PUT THAT DOWN. “Something about beekeeper helmets…” HUH

Oh god Twig is gonna bogart out

PUT IT DOWN. PUT THAT THING DOWN AND AWAY.

“STOP BEING ERECT. STOP EATING MY BONES”

Love how Nikkie says “your mind is back to Gricko” and Mikey just starts screaming

Whoops!

It is so impressive how Twig is so controlled. Like she has every justification to absolutely freak out right now and she’s keeping calm and trying to manage things.

Thank god Hootsie is out of this lol

NO TWIG LOOK AWAY

“Torbek was *very* thorough.”

Okay seriously how old is Twig?? This is a very important question. Like REALLY important.

I’m imagining Spring Aladrin Torbek lying on a couch like he’s gonna say “draw me like one of your French girls”

Guys. Please. We are nearly halfway through this video. Please.

YES CAST SILENCE. HUSH MICHAEL.

No Twig it’s not your fault!!!!!!! No!!!!!!!!!!!

Not the Pennsylvanian sperm trees

“After what I’ve watched today I don’t think you’ll accomplish anything of value.”

Not the milk joke PLEASE y’all not the cilk

Frost is so sweet tho

No more Hot Joneses :(

Yesss Twig establish those boundaries!!!!

Tom is such a deep cut

Okay so Twig is at least 200 years old. Good. That’s really good. Good to know.

Grinko is having a stronk. Please call the Gronkulance.

WHAT HAPPENED TO HOOTSIE.

Omg she’s their niece!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But also HOLY FUCK HE HIT HER??? WITH A CABINET????????

“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.”

Menasith, and their older sibling Menapauthe.

The Glowing Anus 😭

Oh this is Nikkie’s fault. Fantastic.

MORNING FROTH CONGRATULATIONS EVERYONE

“That’s very funny Gricko. Your daughter is possibly bleeding out.”

Ohhhh Hootsie’s okay thank god

Gricko however is really not

Okay so I know this is a fantasy campaign and we are in the literal Feywild so this like kind of doesn’t matter but how does Gideon get energy??? Does he need to absorb nutrients or is it just sort of as long as he keeps his internal furnace alive he’s okay?

Twig boundaries 100 with regards to Torbek but fully get the party’s concerns

Also Twigsy ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Not Gricko being hypnotized by Spring Aladrin Torbek’s hip sway

Torbek does not know but Torbek must dance!!!!

Oh Torbek’s ticket is so sad

“This is an Acorn Satchel!!!”

Mikey annoying Nikkie so much that she just takes things away

Frost getting jealous over the Gricko impression 😭❤️

What is a mud meffet?????

I love Andy so much. Oh he’s wonderful. So glad he’s here.

KLUTZY RETURNS for like two seconds

Love these guys. Oh my lord. Also what the fuck happened in the first like hour???? Still a fun little episode.

[icedragonlizard]

Headcanons for all the dream friends spending time on the Forgotten Land

I headcanon that all of the dream friends visit the Forgotten Land after the game's events, and I think that the game's 2nd anniversary would be an absolutely perfect time to go over those headcanons!

I am fully aware that Nago, ChuChu and Pitch don't actually count as dream friends but I do not care. They deserve to visit the place every bit as much as the others do.

The dream friends don't all use the same method of getting to the Forgotten Land in the first place. While some of them rely on Elfilin to open up portals for them to go through, there are others that use a completely method of getting there without Elfilin's help whatsoever.

Magolor uses the Lor Starcutter to get to the Forgotten Land. Yes. That's right. He uses the wonderful big blue boat to travel through dimensions to get to that place himself! And he's been more than glad to use the Lor to let some of the other dream friends get there.

Marx, Taranza, Susie and the mage sisters all get to the Forgotten Land by Magolor taking them there via the great Lor Starcutter.

Everyone else gets there through Elfilin's portals. That of course means all six animal friends, Gooey, Adeleine, Ribbon, Daroach and Dark Meta Knight. Elfilin is glad to open up portals to get them there.

Wait a minute... he lets Dark Meta Knight get there with portals? Elfilin and DMK aren't even friends at all, so what gives? It ended up this way because it is literally DMK's only way of getting there. He's not allowed on the Lor because he fails miserably to get along with Magolor. Admittedly, Elfilin is nervous of DMK, and so he only reluctantly lets him visit the Forgotten Land via portals.

DMK only goes to the Forgotten Land if Daroach, Adeleine and Ribbon go along with him as they all go through Elfilin's portals together. DMK is supervised by the rest of the wave 2 dream friends when they're at the place, to make sure he doesn't go and harm or kill any of the waddle dees.

What do the dream friends do once they make it to this world?

A lot of things!

They've explored all the areas that Kirby adventured in.

Taranza, the animal friends and Gooey were mind-blown by the nature and scenery of this planet.

Adeleine and Ribbon were given infinitely more ideas to make paintings for! Ribbon became an artist thanks to Adeleine ahahahaha!

Marx and Magolor had a grand time in Wondaria.

Susie and Magolor were all giddy to check out Lab Discovera.

Francisca loved the snowy areas and Flamberge loved the lava-hot areas, although Zan Partizanne frowned at not seeing any stormy or electrical areas on the planet.

Might Daroach have stolen things here when nobody was looking?

Oh and by the way... not all dream friends were safe from confrontation during their adventures there. Believe it or not, there are still some hostile awoofies that exist... LOL. A few of the dream friends have ended up needing to fight off awoofies. DMK ended up even killing an awoofy, but that's only because it attacked first.

A fight between Marx and DMK broke out in the Forgotten Land.

What do the dream friends do in Waddle Dee Town?

The animal friends go fishing in the pond. Kine goes in the pond and pretends to get caught, and then yells angrily when Nago ends up catching him.

Gooey likes to nap inside the house that Kirby has here. By the way, I headcanon that Kirby has two house, with his secondary house being the WDT house compared to his default house being the one in Popstar. Gooey loves that Kirby has another home! He and Elfilin drew together more closely by virtue of being Kirby's roommates.

Taranza was given permission to do some fun gardening work here.

Adeleine has actually began opening up an art studio at Waddle Dee Town! When the waddle dees saw her art, they were impressed and agreed they'd help try to make her art studio happen. Ribbon promotes it at Ripple Star.

Daroach likes to get on the observation tower a lot. He did it initially to get a good look across the Forgotten Land, and then he's also done it to perform magic tricks for everyone to watch from below.

Marx flies around Waddle Dee Town laughing like a maniac. He refrains from causing actual mischief because Magolor reigned him in during his visits there, but no one cares that he just flies around it.

The mage sisters do some "fireworks" in the sky with their weapons, wowing the waddle dees from below.

Susie was invited by the Deedly Dees band to sing for them a few times! She did a karaoke for the "Welcome To The New World!" song. She's also attempted to give the Cafe an ice cream expansion.

Magolor enjoys the weapons shop as he was giddy over all the costumes that Kirby has available. He attempts to wear them himself! With how much time he spent there, he was even given permission to add some alternate costumes himself!

All of the dream friends have participated in the Colosseum. Susie was allowed to use her business suit, Adeleine and Ribbon were allowed to be a duo while performing in battle, Magolor was excited to wear the costumes (from the weapons shop) while battling, and the colosseum is where WDT's residents got to see Marx's totally outlandish and insane fighting abilities. Dark Meta Knight got kicked out of the colosseum for provoking Meta Knight a little bit too much.

All of the dream friends got to see Kirby's mouthful mode in action, too. Let me say that their reactions varied from disgusted bewilderment to thinking it was absolutely hilarious. (Marx and Magolor especially laughed their butts off during it)

It made Susie very happy to learn that Kirby used a gun ability (Ranger) during his adventure here. Believe it or not, I headcanon she's been teaching him how to use a gun before Forgotten Land's events, and he actually picked out the Ranger ability out of inspiration for her. It actually warmed her heart a little bit there. She also thinks that the 'Space Ranger' outfit for Kirby is utterly adorable!

The dream friends liked Kirby's ability costumes in general. Magolor is evidently the biggest fan of those costumes with how much he involves himself at the weapons shop checking them out and even making alternate costumes.

Out of the dream friends, the ones to interact the most with the Beast Pack would be the animal friends. They had a great time meeting all the fellow animals here. Nago became friends with Carol and Leon because he's a cat just like them!

Elfilin is on good/decent terms with most of the dream friends. There were a lot of dream friends that he was initially scared of but then eventually warmed up (Magolor, Daroach, Susie, Taranza). The only ones he's not actually friends with are DMK and Marx. He and DMK rarely interact, and Marx ends up scaring him a lot.

I think that basically sums up my thoughts on the dream friends spending time in the Forgotten Land.

Once again, Happy 2nd birthday to this amazing game! And I think the dream friends deserve to visit this wonderful place. At least canonically the entire dream team got to see it, now let's have all the first, second, and third waves go check it out! And also the Dreamland 3 animal trio because I think all six animal friends deserve to visit the place together! All these amazing characters do!

Thanks for reading everyone.

[clocks-are-round]

stares into the abyss

i think my overall opinion on restoration is “good enough”. i’m just grateful the show didn’t end on a note like zero.

it wasn’t terrible, it had its good moments. it had its… less great moments. but it just felt so good to be with the characters again. especially red team, they felt right. the wash b plot felt a little off but it was fine i guess.

it could’ve been better but it was good. and i think that’s enough.

there’s always fanfiction to continue carrying the red vs blue torch. and i kinda like that it implied that it might’ve been a simulation. that it was final… but it doesn’t have to be, yknow?

it wasn’t perfect but i never expected it to be. i don’t think i could put red vs blue fully behind me if i tried, but that’s why we’re here. as a fandom. as a community. whether you loved it, thought it was dogshit, or somewhere in between, we love those rainbow colored dumbasses and want the best for them.

What that means is different from person to person. Different stories, different arcs, different headcanons. But we all found each other in the same place because of that show. Hell, I found my partner because of that fucking show. I found friends to play Halo Infinite with. I found awesome people who are helping me make a Red vs Blue spinoff fanseries (yeah still working on that).

I think it’s pretty great to have found here with all of you