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I remembered how the HAE!human told ruggie in early chapters that humans can mimic sounds, and I think it'd be funny if the human ended up sometimes messing with the guys using this apparently unknown ability
hae!human having their back to whoever's in the room, doing something, and just randomly making the most sad and pathetic 'mrow' sound to see how the guys will react to a random cat.
said cat seems to be heard every couple days or so, but no one can find it (human does not meow if they know someone in the room has good enough hearing to easily pinpoint where the sound came from since it'd give them away)
yknow what else would be funny and neat? human not even realizing that they mimic the guys' sounds. hissing or growling when annoyed, trilling when happy, Indignant Peacock Sounds when annoyed, etc etc
Now I'm just thinking about messing with them. It would be mean to cause them too much stress with sound mimicry, some are beastly in how territorial they get.
Like, Vil is having a nice walk in the sun, fluffing and preening his feathers? Make a male Peacock call and watch him get all upset and indignant that another Peacock dare enter his territory. He will be strutting and wildly searching for this interloper. It makes him incredibly angry when he can't find the outsider.
Whooping any time Ruggie is tormenting other students and watching him glance around, responding with his own whoops to try and find the other Gnoll.
Purring can be taken different ways depending on who hears it. Trein, Malleus, and Divus take it as an affectionate sound meant for times of extreme comfort. Lilia will think the Human is inviting him to mate because he only purrs prior to mating, so explain yourself quickly. He will be disappointed.
Make a Mourning Dove call near Neige and he will respond with his own mournful call and try to find this new Harpy friend. He will be happy to see it is the Human and be bashful that the Human is using a Mourning Dove call.
Howl and Jack won't be able to stop himself from responding with an equally loud howl. It makes him happy to hear other wolves especially if he knows the Human is the one howling. Do this often, it makes him happy, just not when he is eating.
Make goat yells/baas anywhere near Ace or Deuce and they are likely to try and find the offending party. Ace may think it is Deuce trying to challenge him, and Deuce will think it is Ace trying to challenge him. This will result in both first-years headbutting each other until one gives or teachers/Riddle/Trey breaks up the fight.
Whinny/Neigh/Snort near Trey or Riddle and they will begin whinnying back and trying to find this strange lost horse/centaur.
Snorting around Vargas makes him start kicking his hooves and lowering his horns with loud snorts of his own. He does not realize there isn't another Minotaur bull around and he will try to rally his class into a close herd so he can circle and kick his feet. The class thinks it is hilarious and Vargas still has no idea there isn't a random Minotaur bull hanging around the school and it is just the Human snorting like a bull. Be nice and don't do it often, it is very upsetting to Vargas.
Though it would be tough to replicate- and he is a Reindeer Cervitaur, not an Elk Cervitaur- Silver will lose his absolute mind if you can make an Elk bugle sound. We're talking rearing, stamping his hooves, snorting, tail up and trotting with purpose as he searches for the source and rattles his antlers against things. He gets very upset with other male Cervitaur not in his Herd (the Hoard) anywhere near those he loves. Lilia treats it like some kind of dramatic dance or show every time Silver gets worked up like this. Don't do this often, for Silver's sake, it genuinely upsets him and makes him stressed.
Caw at Crowley and you two will be making that sound back and forth for hours. He is loud and obnoxious about his cawing and most will want to yell at both him and the Human to stop. He is so happy you are trying to learn his language, little chick!
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The Two of Us
Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader
Summary: You have a secret crush on your friend Mattheo and have a tendency to write about it. One day, you accidentally turn in your journal filled with confessions of your love, instead of your assignment. What will your professor think?
I sat quietly writing in my journal when I heard a slight clatter at the other end of the common room, then the familiar sound of some very loud voices.
“Incoming” Pansy stated not peeling her eyes from the homework she had been working on next to me.
“At least we had a bit of peace,” I told her.
“What are you working on?” Mattheo said slumping himself into the couch next to me. “Well, I WAS just doing a bit of writing, but I have trouble hearing the sound of my own thoughts when you lot show up.”
“Too distracting, are we?” Enzo said wiggling his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes.
“A bit too obnoxious,” I replied. I leaned back in my seat, allowing my gaze to drift over the group as they carried on a conversation about the latest Quidditch match. I caught sight of Mattheo sitting beside me. The way his sharp smile spread across his face made my heart flutter unexpectedly, sending a warm rush through me as I felt a pang of longing in my chest.
The following day in Charms, I found myself unable to focus as Professor Flitwick droned on, his voice a monotonous background noise that seemed to blend into the walls of the stone classroom. I looked around, noticing my classmates' various levels of focus—or lack thereof. A few were doodling in their notebooks, others whispered to one another, half-heartedly trying to stay engaged, while some had simply surrendered to boredom, slumped over their desks. Suddenly, I felt a soft nudge at my side.
“Hey, did you catch a single word Flitwick just said?” Mattheo whispered, his voice barely above a breath. He leaned closer, his dark curls falling slightly over his eyes.
I blinked, trying to shake off the fog in my mind. “Uh—no, I didn’t. Why?”
“He just assigned a project, and I’d rather not end up with bad marks because you were too busy daydreaming.”
I raised an eyebrow, “What does my daydreaming have to do with your grade?”
“We’re partners in this project, you really weren’t paying attention at all, then? Never thought I’d see the day when I’d have to help you with schoolwork.” His tone held a playful challenge, as if he relished the role reversal.
I sighed, realizing I would need to make an effort to actually focus, not just for my sake, but for Mattheo's as well. The last thing I wanted was for our project to suffer because my mind decided to wander.
I pulled out a fresh journal for our project as Mattheo and I sat in the corner of the library.
“I need you to actually help with this project, you’ll have plenty of time for your writing later.” Mattheo stated.
“I am?”
“What’s with your journal then?”
“This is a fresh one.”
“Oh, looks like the one you're always writing in. What are you always writing about in that thing anyway?” He questioned.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” I said with a slight smirk.
We spent the next few hours perfecting every detail of our project.
“I think if I have to use even 1% more brain power on this for today, I will actually die,” Mattheo spoke.
“So dramatic, I’m burnt out at this rate as well. Let’s call it a night. I can polish it up in the morning and turn it in.”
Mattheo nodded. We both sat in silence for a bit. “This is nice,” he said.
“What is?”
“Just the two of us, the silence,”
I blushed as my heart fluttered at his words “Just the two of us,”
We sat with the silence for a bit longer before I told Mattheo I was headed up to bed. As I entered my dorm, I sat down to write.
“Today, he told me how nice it was to spend time together, just the two of us. I felt a flutter of hope as if they might hint at something more profound beneath the surface. I couldn’t help but wonder if he felt a spark of something beyond friendship. Yet, I was reminded of reality: we are just friends. Still, I couldn't push away the little pangs of longing I feel.” It wasn't long before I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning I woke up late, in a frenzy, I threw all of my things into my bag and headed off for my first class, missing breakfast entirely. I had missed the opportunity to work any further on our project for charms and hoped that what we had would be enough. I walked into class just in time to hand in our project and took my seat.
“Woah you look all out of sorts,” Mattheo whispered.
“Way to make a gal feel good about herself, Matty. I woke up late.” I shot back at him in a hushed tone.
“Woah woah I never said you weren’t pretty, did you read over the project?” He asked. I blushed at his almost compliment.
“No, but it’ll be alright, we spent a lot of time on it.”
As we settled into our seats, we both shifted our focus to the front of the room, bracing ourselves for another monotonous lecture that promised to drag on longer than our patience could bear. It was another typical day in class, where the minutes seemed to stretch endlessly.
I plopped myself into my usual spot on our common room couch for my afternoon writing session before the evening chaos that came as the common room became more of a social space. I reached into my bag and pulled out my journal. However, the moment I began to skim the pages, a wave of horror washed over me.
This was something straight out of a nightmare. A stand in front of an audience in your underwear sort of nightmare. My heart raced as I realized I had handed Professor Flitwick the wrong journal. The one filled with my most personal inner thoughts. Mainly many, many pages of myself gushing about interactions with Mattheo. Panic coursed through my veins as I bolted from the couch, my mind racing as I plotted how to retrieve the journal before he could read any of it. If I didn’t make it before he had read anything, the humiliation would be unbearable. With determination set on my face, I rushed towards the classroom.
I took a deep breath before entering Flitwick’s classroom, not wanting to alarm him. If he hadn’t got the chance to read it, no harm done.
“What can I do for you?” He questioned.
“Uh, I turned in the wrong journal and was wondering if I could have the one I turned in back, I brought the right one with me this time.”
Flitwick frowned. “I’m sorry dear, I’m afraid I don’t have it, but I will take that one from you, if that’s alright?”
“Where.. where is the other?” I asked him.
“Oh, I handed it to young Mr. Riddle, I read a few pages and realized I must have gotten the wrong one. I figured he would have returned it by now.”
The color drained from my face. I handed him the journal. “Thank you, professor!” I shouted running toward my dorm. There was no way. If Mattheo had my journal he was most definitely reading its contents by now. I did NOT want to face him anytime soon so my best bet was to hide away in my dorm and try to avoid the utter humiliation that was bound to happen. I entered the common room and saw my friends greeting me. I was thanking any higher being out there upon noticing Mattheo’s absence from the group. “Sorry gotta go, guys!” I said heading towards my dorm. I just wanted to be alone.
I lounged in bed, the weight of sleep almost enveloping me, when a sudden knock shattered the silence. My heart raced with anxious energy as I pushed myself up. With a steadying breath, I made my way to the door.
As I pulled the door open, I was met with Mattheo's familiar gaze. “Can I come in?” he asked, his voice a casual blend of confidence and urgency. Without pausing for an answer, he stepped inside, brushing past me as if he belonged there. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air, mixing with my lingering sleepiness. “Uh, I guess,” I stammered, feeling as though I had little say in the matter.
“So, uh—” he began, his voice trailing off as he fidgeted with his hands, clearly unsure of how to proceed.
“I’m really sorry,” I interjected, my heart racing as I avoided his gaze, focusing instead on the worn-out floor beneath my feet.
“Sorry for what?” he asked, a hint of confusion creeping into his expression as he raised an eyebrow.
“I went to get my journal from Flitwick,” I explained. “He told me you have it, which means you must have read at least some parts of it.” As I spoke, I felt heat creeping up my cheeks, the embarrassment coiling tightly in my stomach.
“Why are you apologizing for that?”
“You know why,” I replied sharply, frustration bubbling to the surface.
“I didn’t read it all,” he said, his tone softening a bit. “I just read enough to realize that you were writing about some kind of seemingly unrequited love…”
“Like I said, I’m sorry,” I reiterated, desperation tinging my words. “Can you please just hand it back to me and leave?”
“Why do you want me to go?” he asked, his brow furrowing as he took a step closer, his presence overwhelming.
“This is humiliating, Mattheo! You were never supposed to see any of that. Nobody was,” I shot back, my voice wavering with emotion.
“It’s not humiliating, I think it’s sweet,” he countered, a gentle smile breaking through his earlier tension. “And for the record, it’s not unrequited.”
My heart skipped a beat as I processed his words. “What?”
“I love you too,” he admitted, his voice low and sincere.
Before I could fully respond, he moved in closer, his lips brushing against mine with a softness that sent a jolt of electricity through me. In that moment, everything else faded away, and I found myself lost in the unexpected tenderness of his kiss.
#mattheo riddle#slytherin boys#slytherin#mattheoxreader#mattheo riddle imagine#mattheo x you#mattheo fluff#slytherin boys imagine#harry potter#harrypotter#harry potter imagines#harry potter imagine
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on a brighter note; has he ever forgot to stop monologuing as he eats and chokes like a dumb dummy dum dum
on a not so brighter note; when he walks with his guard friend to the red gate, does he start to notice Evbo's monologuing change overtime? (yeah so i endes up writing a whole oneshot fic of this omw home so -- enjoy!)
He's died some-amount of times before walking with egf again, so the difference has got to be pretty noticeable.
Especially since he's heard Evbo's monologuing from the beginning,
He used to monologue so loudly and obnoxiously,
Rung in his ears were the man (or- honestly, he'd rather call him a boy)'s annoying curiosity, delusion and stubbornness
But now he's, mumbling. Whispering with a strained voice. Tired and slurred. He'd heard that the Iron Swords started to try and make him shut up, but he didn't think it'd work-
And most of all, he didn't think.. it'd be so quiet to not hear Evbo talk so loudly about how he's feeling, what he's doing, what he's been trying to do. For some reason, he's begun to hate it less..
One day, in one of their walks to the red gate, the Guard spoke "..Sso, how's the- what was it? beating the same Gold Sword guy? -uhh, going."
It's the first time he's been the one to start a conversation between them, honestly what has gotten into him?? Asking Mr Yapper to Yap is well known to be a bad idea.
...
The green hoodied Swordsman's eyes bored the iron boots of the man in front off him idly
I need to find an opening.. I need to- I need to..
...?
replaying the seconds before his death, unwon fights mixed with flashes of his harvest,
I need to- for Tabi. I'll get her out.. Right? Yeah. Just- please hold on a little longer...
e...o.
The feeling of cold blade lingering on every flesh in his body.
"Evbo."
The Guard held his shoulders and shook him, causing Evbo to flinch and look up. His eyes darted as it tried to focus on what's in front of him
He's been zoning out a lot more recently. The repetition and almost meaningless act of dying, walking through the gate, falling, walking through another gate, falling, following whoever he ends up with, and when he looks up, he either has to sit in a dark quiet room until some comes to kill him again, or do another gate, fall, fight, die.
Nothing new, nothing to monologue about but the same 'save Tabi', 'strike him'.
"H..hey? Sorry- I zoned off. What were you, saying..??"
Evbo slurred and stuttered, as if someone who's just woken up from a walking sleep
As The Guard stared at him, he seemed almost.. panicked? Disturbed?... worried? .. freaked out.
Its so.. freaky. Freaky how much this childish man's changed over the past three weeks until its like he's not the same guy. Freaky how he continued walking as Guard stopped with his head down like a wandering ghost. Freaky how his eyes stared wide at the ground, terrified yet lifeless
"... I asked you how're you doing.. with beating Gold Sword?"
He almost sounded like that there was something else he wanted to know more, even if he didn't realize it.
Evbo blinked for a moment
"Oh- uh.. well-.."
He's somewhat taken aback, both from the jolt back into reality and from the question. It's the first time someone's asked him to talk about how he's doing -- with progressing in his goal.
"-It.. went about the same as always. .."
".. whats always like, then?"
And then Evbo. started rambling again, less lifelessly this time!!! There's not a lot to talk about, so egf had started asking him what the level looks like in detail, he'd never seen it too after all.. he's actually a little interested
It didnt take long until they reach the red gate, but those few minutes felt longer than anything he'd gone through since All Of This, felt real, felt alive.
The guard turned away, "well- I'll go now. Goodluck, I guess. " his tone stiff,
And Evbo gave him a wave, with that obnoxiously wide smile as he chirped "See ya next time! Hopefully- with some progress on the Gold Level.."
"Yeah yeah- just go already."
--and, to the surprise of absolutely nobody, Evbo did not indeed progress. He'd died again.
Hearing the news, the Guard rolled his eyes behind his shaded glasses, typical.
But this time, Evbo died feeling a little better, he went on another respawn feeling a little more ready to die all over again, after one of these deaths.. he's going to seehis Guard friend again. And he can tell him how he failed, even if he already knew.
Now that I started thinking about Evbo's monologuing...
Does Evbo talk ALL THE TIME? Is it only when he is stressed? Or when he's afraid? Perhaps when he's happy? Or sad?
Does Evbo mutter when he's trying to be stealthy? Does the kid shout wildly and loudly when he's fighting, speaking his opponent's every move? Does Evbo's voice shake when he gets hurt?
When he was used as the ultimate revival tool- fighters killing him without so much as a doubt- did his voice shake as he spoke how they approached him in that bloodied and dark room? How they swung and hit with their iron swords?
Did he try to stop himself from speaking, but it's become such a habit.. An instinct. For him that he couldn't stop even as he tried over and over again to clench his jaw and stop his mouth from moving as pain erupted once more?
Did his lips become bruised and bloodied as people got more and more annoyed at the fact that this stupid tool they use daily keeps talking? Did they plunge their swords right through his tongue, gouging and slashing at it every once in a while to stop him from muttering their every movement?
Did Evbo ever stop talking in that cell?
#pvp civilization#pvp civilisation#pvpciv#pvp civ#Dont Read The Comments guys i May have lost it#evbo’s guard friend#pvp evbo#pvp civ spoilers#pvp civ evbo#gavbo#(?)#idk their ship name#ghoust writing
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[Connect 4 FIC] Weekend Arts and Crafts
Fandom: The Sandman Pairing: Dreamling Rated: G Word Count: 1615 Tags: human AU, fluff, arts and crafts, crossover
Notes: For the @sandman-connect4 prompt Weave which is not the final space I needed but shh, I'll work on that next. This is in the Umbrella Boys universe, somewhere post-first-kiss but still early-ish in their relationship, and guest stars Gale from BG3. If you haven't read the rest of the Umbrella Boys, this can be read as stand-alone; all you need to know is that sharing an umbrella is their dating tradition, whether or not it's even raining.
Summary: Hob and Dream go on a date; Dream gets to meet one of Hob's friends
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"This class is taught by a colleague of yours?"
"Colleague and a friend, yeah." Hob scratches his chin, tilting the phone away so the sound of his nails through his stubble doesn't carry directly into the speaker. "He teaches astronomy here on campus, but he does some artsy classes at the community center. They're having an observer in to evaluate if the program is worth continued funding, and he'd like the class as full as possible to help with appearances." He spins his chair around, leaning back. "Thought it might make a nice date?"
"Will we be doing pottery? Painting?" Dream's voice comes through the phone, cautious but interested.
"Basket weaving, actually."
"Oh?" There's a little more interest, now, if Hob's not mistaken. Excellent. "I have never tried basket weaving, but I believe I might like to."
Silently, unseen, Hob pumps his fist. "Great! It's Saturday at one-thirty; we could meet up for lunch first if you like?"
"That sounds perfect." He can hear the little smile Dream is wearing. "Text me the details later; I know your next class begins shortly so I will not keep you."
"Thanks, dove. Talk to you later?"
"Of course."
Hob thumbs the 'end call' button, grinning happily. They've been properly dating for a little while now but every time he comes up with something new they can do that catches Dream's interest, it always makes him just a little giddy.
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It's barely raining when they leave the cafe on Saturday; it's the sort of rain most Londoners wouldn't bother about an umbrella for, but they have a tradition to uphold. Dream tucks up close against Hob's side and Hob's umbrella covers them both as they stroll leisurely along the streets. Dream is uncertain where precisely the community center might be, and has no qualms in letting Hob lead.
"Your friend is a professor of astronomy, you said?"
"Gale? Yep. Been at UCL near as long as I have."
"How did he come to be teaching art and craft courses?"
Hob chuckles. "Ah, that's a question you'll have to ask him, and I'm sure he'll tell you if you do. Loves to share a good story, he does."
"A storyteller also?" Dream is hopeful that he will get on with this Gale; he would like to mesh well with Hob's friends.
"Oh yes. Especially if they're stories about himself."
Dream's optimism deflates a little. Something of it must transfer through his body language where he's pressed to Hob's side, because Hob laughs lightly. "Don't worry, he's not as obnoxious as I make him sound. A character, without a doubt, but a good bloke. I'm sure you'll like him and if you don't, we can always make an early escape."
"I trust your judgment." And he does; every date he's had with Hob so far has been a net positive and he is certain this will be the same.
They arrive at the community center precisely on time and Hob folds the umbrella away, shaking the dampness out of it first. There are several people there already, once they go inside and find the correct room; Dream is pleased to see that there are still open spaces available so he and Hob need not necessarily be squeezed in close to strangers.
"Greetings!" The man who speaks from the front of the room is remarkably attractive, longish hair half-gathered in a partial up-do, well-trimmed beard, warm smile and sparkling eyes, a dangling silver earring; he wears a deep purple button-down open well past his throat and tucked into tight jeans, a brown leather waistcoat unfastened over it. His shirtsleeves are rolled back to expose hairy forearms that are more toned than one might expect of an academic. His entire physique fills out his clothing in a way that suggests he does not spend any more time behind a desk than absolutely necessary, and Dream is already cataloguing every detail, suggestions of possible characters for future stories taking shape in his head.
The man's smile is broad and brilliant as he addresses the room. "I'm delighted to see so many new faces this afternoon! I? Am Professor Dekarios, of UCL—in my day job, at least. But this is not my day job, and you can call me Gale." He finishes his grandiose introduction with a flourish, face animated as he speaks. "Today, I shall be teaching all of you the wonderful and mysterious secrets of The Weave." He gestures broadly with his hands as he says it, enunciating such that the capitalization is unmistakable, and Dream wonders if perhaps his true passion was theatre before either astronomy or basketry.
He keeps wondering as Gale launches into explanation of the materials they'll be using and the basic components and terminology of this particular style of basket weaving. The man has a gift for speaking, animated in his instructional approach and extremely personable. He's dropped at least one cleverly-terrible pun so far and Dream can see, easily, why this man and Hob get on so well. He can imagine, as he follows instructions and sees a basket beginning to take shape beneath his hands, how charismatic Gale must be in the lecture hall with a captive audience.
They are halfway through the scheduled time, he and Hob chatting amiably over their growing baskets (Dream's is growing faster than Hob's), when Gale stops by in his rounds to see their progress.
"Hob, my friend! You made it!" His eyes turn to Dream, bright with interest. "And you have brought a companion!" He sweeps his gaze down Dream's body and back up, quick but unmistakable.
"'Course I made it, and yeah I thought it'd be a fun date." Hob puts the slightest emphasis on 'date' and Dream watches understanding flicker in Gale's face, flirtatious interest turning to ordinary charm in half a second. It's a fascinating shift. "Gale, this is Dream."
"Ahh, this is Dream!" A different sort of interest lights Gale's eyes, and his smile grows somehow warmer. "Hob has told me a great deal about you. It is a pleasure to meet you." Hob is fidgeting a little awkwardly but Gale pays him no heed, clasping Dream's offered hand and half-bowing over it in a courtly fashion. Dream is charmed despite himself.
"Likewise."
Gale smiles, broad and disarming. "And a pleasure to have you here today; thank you for coming! I can see you're already showing great talent with The Weave." He's released Dream's hand, turned his attention to the half-woven creation in front of Dream.
"It's very intuitive," Dream allows, picking up his in-progress basket to continue. "I am enjoying the process, and I believe I might like to do this again. Its almost meditative, and surely more practice will yield finer results."
"Ahh, indeed, for once you have tasted the magic of The Weave, you must return again and again in the attempt to master it."
Gale says this with the gravity and conviction of the wise old magician in a b-grade film, complete with a single wagging finger, and Dream feels his eyebrows lifting in bemusement. "I'm curious; why do you refer to basket weaving in that way?"
Gale chuckles, a little sheepishly. "I like to lend the craft an air of wonder and mysticism," he says, and Dream gets the sense that he's suddenly seeing a more straightforward glimpse of the man. "This is far from the most popular class on offer, after all. It's my hope that I can make the experience both fun and memorable for those who do sign up. Then, perhaps, they will recommend the class to others—or even return themselves."
"Well you're doing a marvelous job, in my opinion," Hob offers. "This is a lot of fun actually, and you've made it entertaining and easy to follow."
Gale glances between Hob's basket-in-progress and Dream's, which looks far closer to being a basket than Hob's does, and lifts an eyebrow with a smirk. "Easier for some of us than for others, perhaps."
"Hey now," Hob objects half-heartedly, while Dream ducks his head to hide his smile. "Some of us have talents that lie in different directions, is all."
"So long as you are enjoying the experience," Gale says with a grin, turning to move along to the next batch of students.
"Very much, yes," Hob replies, and Dream nods assent.
"I'm delighted to have you both here." Gale pats their table approvingly as he departs.
Dream ultimately finishes his basket before Hob, and spends the remainder of the class time assisting Hob with his—once Hob has admitted that the help would be appreciated, of course. When the allotted hours are up, they pack away their finished projects to survive the trip home and bid Gale farewell before heading out into drizzly late-afternoon London, Hob's umbrella keeping the worst of it off them both.
"It was lovely to meet your friend," Dream says, and means it.
Hob chuckles. "I'm glad."
"And to learn that you speak of me at length to your colleagues."
"I. Well." Hob shrugs a little awkwardly. "I do tend to be a bit chatty, and I've had a lot of fun on our dates so naturally you come up in conversation at work. I'm glad you don't mind."
"It's flattering, truly."
Hob shifts his grip on the umbrella. "I hope Gale wasn't too much?"
"Not at all." Dream snuggles closer against Hob's arm. "A character, as you said, but ultimately a charming one. In fact, I am definitely putting him in my next book."
Hob laughs, long and loud, and Dream smiles softly as they stroll on through the misty rain toward the bus stop that will see them home.
= Started: 11/10/24 Drafted: 11/18/24 Posted: 11/21/24
This is where I admit that I have never played BG3 or any DnD and all my knowledge is via friends and dashboard osmosis. But if you know even less than me and the joke didn't land: Gale is a wizard in his own canon and The Weave is the main magical force he manipulates in spell casting. This was the first thing that came to mind for the prompt and it insisted on being written. Hopefully it is at least worth a chuckle.
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🟩 Dos mods do Cellbit/🟥 From Cellbit's mods/🟨 De los mods de Cellbit:
🟩 Voltaremos quando o Cellbit voltar de Los Angeles/🟥 We'll return when Cellbit gets back from Los Angeles/ 🟨 Volveremos cuando Cellbit regrese de Los Ángeles ❤���
🟩 O que provavelmente será amanhã ou no final desta semana. Na segunda-feira ele mencionou que poderia tentar entrar no QSMP para conhecer o novo criador coreano Jungryeok, mas ele não disse nada definitivo.
🟥 Which will likely be tomorrow or later this week. He mentioned yesterday that he might try to log onto QSMP for the new Korean creator Jungryeok but didn't say anything definitive.
🟨 Que probablemente será mañana o más tarde esta semana. El lunes mencionó que podría intentar entrar el QSMP para conocer al nuevo creador coreano Jungryeok, pero no dijo nada definitivo.
#cellbit#when will he be live#<- gonna be the tag for whenever the schedule changes. maybe.#first real update since people are probably wondering when he'll go live this week#i think his flight back was yesterday (hence the time sensitive stream) so he is probably back home#it's just a matter of whether he feels up to streaming yet or not tomorrow#also how do people feel about this in terms of translations and formatting#is it obnoxious to do it like this or does it work#bc i dont want to like put everything in english at the top and then every other language below if i can help it#like for transcripts it'll probably be different but it just depends#and im not sure if i'll always be able to do translations depending on the post it's a lot and again i'm not fluent#but anyway. here's this#also i'm gonna put his usual stream schedule in the pinned eventually i just wasn't really expecting to make an updates account and then#well it happened#i can also emoji code translations maybe? like do it based off the lang colors on twitter (so its not country based)#so red = eng yellow = esp green = ptbr#i dont speak french well enough to translate for that so unless someone wants to help with that it'll just be those three usually#anyway im overthinking this to the max here you go he might be live tomorrow he might not#mod bell
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blake lets him keep it. this is a dire lapse in judgement on his part but they're just gonna have to live with it. (ids in alts)
#niksartstuffs#furry hockey league#ocs#furry art#theyre both.... like. ok.#conor is like. nice and soft spoken and awkward and sweet but then every now & then does smth SO serial-killer-esque.#and you just have to stand there like okay my perception of this kid has been irrevocably changed forever. what the fuck man.#and blake is very outwardly offputting and bitchy kind of on purpose which hides a deep insecurity which also hides a belief that he is#in fact better than everyone else which also hides a desperate need for someone to pay special attention to him. tch. typical.#then conor does pay attention to him. a lot. and blake likes conor more and more the weirder and weirder he reveals himself to be. win-win.#that being said i dont think they are getting together until they're like. 10 years into their careers LMAO. i keep making the burn slower#every time i think abt it. a couple yrs and then 10 yrs next thing u know it'll be when they're retired.#wait... coaching a team together........... no no i cant keep doing this to them. whatever actually i can have AUs for my own universe.#conlake baseball au. make that a reality.#idk what their portmanteau ship name should be. in my mind they are the obnoxious main ship that ppl with good taste ignore in favour of#blake/lucas or something. anyway. its fun meta thinking about my own work. these tags have gotten so far away from me.
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so hey guys i finished dungeon meshi yesterday and i'm still thinking about it
#ria.txt#i spoiled myself so at first i was like 'this is bonkers wtf are they doing in those last few chapters?????'#but then it was like. yeah. i see#love those ch when it's just clearly putting the squad into Situations#also. izutsumi#what i really liked was how tightly the protagonist and the deuteragonist were wound up in the overall themes#the plot the themes the conflict the characters it was very neatly connected#hence i am also now accidentally invested in whatever going on between laios and marcille#not just platonic not romantic not enemies i just think they work well tgt and deeply care for each other its great watching them develop#it's the leader + most trusted advisor / anxious girlfailure + the annoying freak she's somehow attached to vibes#haha that rabbit chapter with marcille. hahha i was like what the fuck man. it was funny and then boom whump [tears streaming down my face]#those shapeshifter chs were sooo much fun esp seeing other chara's perceptions of each other. stealing that#the changeling ones were great too elf senshi is the fucking funniest he looks sooooooo unserious#marcille's evolving perception with death starting with saving falin and saving the squad and her nightmares of outliving everyone-#-and her dad and her 'temper tantrum' and UGH when at the end she said she was fine with falin not coming back.... WAAA. OUGH.#i think dunmeshi handled the trope of 'prophecy of chosen one becoming king' pretty well and it makes sense why laios is the protag#the worldbuilding is so thoughtful as well i liked seeing different characters with different worldviews interact#very solid and well rounded series wooo#the main 4 has such a fun dynamic together#anyways. dunmeshi au.....#more like borrowing the worldbuilding bc charas are too nuanced for a one to one comparison#ren is like some prince of his own species but he's like 34th in line and no one cares about him so he fucks off to eat monsters#which is why he's both snobbish AND a total freak when it comes to his food taste#false is originally in for the money from ren and plans to scam him but unfortunately the cringefail swag captures her#martyn is Obnoxiously Clueless and thinks he's smart but he's not. he's resourceful but also pathetic and crazy#stress cant cook but she thinks she does so everyone goes (≖_≖ ) when she picks up a pot. they delegate her to killing and chopping duty#the mvp is iskall who keeps on saving everyone's asses and somehow has resources for everyone#i think ren is actually aware false is going to scam him but he has too much money to spend anyway and he thinks shes cool so he lets her??#and somehow she doesnt take the money and run. and goes back to eating monsters w/ the party. everyone is crazy
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Today I learned that there are people who think you need to wash chicken before cooking it and that some of them are Extremely Confident and Condescending about it and think you'll get salmonella if you don't
#for context. you Will Not.#source: got certified in food safety doing a semester of culinary school#and then worked in restaurants for multiple years#also. do a fucking google search lmao#'you wash it with lemon and vinegar not soap. that would be stupid.' no it's definitely stupid that way too don't worry#mypost#am i being kind of a bitch about this? yes.#but misinformation presented with all the confidence and condescention of someone having#God And Anime on their side is deeply obnoxious to me. so.#like girl. that's what Cooking it is for. to the correct temperature. Cooking The Chicken does that. you do not need to do this Other thing
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One of the main reasons why I silently freak out so much after talking to people in a group setting is because I listen to them (or at least try to act like I’m listening to them) but the very instant I open my mouth to speak, they start talking to someone else, or someone else talks right fucking over me even though they know I‘m trying to speak. Every. Single. Time.
And it’s not just so-called “neurotypical” people. Oh no. It’s neurodivergent people too. And the neurodivergent people I understand; but they also have to understand that not all of us are fast talkers and some of us need people to be patient or we will never get our information out. My brain-to-mouth processing speeds are extremely extremely slow and I cannot talk quickly to save my life unless I am reciting something I already have memorized. If someone cuts me off in any way before I am finished, my brain gets stuck in a buffering mode for three seconds at the very least, and more if they continue to cut me off when I’m trying to communicate “No that’s not the end of what I’m saying and that’s not what I even meant by that. Stop making hasty generalizations about a point you haven’t even heard through yet.”
But no matter who I am talking to, right before I am able to finish my extremely well-thought-out point that I’ve been formulating in my head for months or years prior in the mirror, I always, without fail get cut off because everyone gets impatient with my long pauses and doesn’t even want to attempt to listen to what I have to say because they think what they’re about to say in reaction is more important. And it’s not like I’m taking over the conversation or talking more than I listen; I’m just taking more time than they are comfortable with to say a typical amount of words.
And then those same people always tell me, in a somewhat patronizing tone, “You’re so quiet! You’re such a good listener!” Yes because that’s what you’ve made me. Why should I talk to you if you won’t fucking listen to me for three seconds. And no, after a certain point I stopped listening to you because why should I listen to you if you don’t ever listen to me?
Everyone’s nice to me and says they want me there at their social functions but they still subtly exclude me. God damn.
I suppose they want to look at me, or perhaps inhale my aroma. Like I’m a house plant.
#Not to bitch but I’ve been cut off my whole life but never quite as blatantly as today#And I’m not even mad at the person for doing it because I understand why they’re doing it#I’m just like them. I’d love to talk people’s ears clean off and make their eyes glaze over from talking too much and too fast#that is precisely the kind of personality that I have#but my brain works in blue whale time and theirs works in fruit fly time#So I’m no match for their speed#Again: I’m not mad at THEM. I’m just bitter and tired from everyone always misinterpreting me#and this specific incident (to no fault of my conversational partner) just sent me over the edge#because I’m trying my hardest to keep up with everyone’s speed and it never works#And now to have what always happens to me happen at about twenty times the intensity it usually does#Like holy shit#So if you ever find yourself wondering why I’m so obnoxiously verbose here on Tumblr… reference this post#I’m like if Data from Star Trek had the processing speed of a Dell laptop from 2002#I want to talk that much. I can talk that much… IF YOU WAIT TWO GODDAMN SECONDS
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(credits to ssruis)
This song is the only thing keeping me going I do not play about mr showtime 😞 nothing ruined me (made my life better) the way this song did
(Sendn. Me songs to do this with in my ask box… sniffle…)
#circuses? heh.. yeah.. im familiar… jesters? oh#even better…. rellakinoko? now hold on this is already gonna be good… tsukasa tenma? im sold. the fish has been captured. im followinf the#sirens into the deepest parts of the sea and wont be coming back. Unfortunately i had gotten t1k (t571) on ensekai for phoenix and am still#bitter about it. Emu and nene came home but the ugly blonde didnt. This is why we’re having problems tsukasa#i have a mr showtime themed custom profile that needs to be finished aand i gotta work on my one for#tsukasa4#ill be more prepared for that one im certain of it#knocking on wood#PRAYING.#t500 would have been nice you know… unfortunately i ran out of resources.#i think the amount of time and love ive poured into making everything abt this event makes up for this though. Also this is gonna sound#obnoxious but i feel like one of the five people who actually. You know. Get the event. Like its importance which ill elaborate on in a#future post. Everybody wants to talk about this event but nobody wants to read the story#and the side stories Guysss ur missing out its so good when youre not forcing urself to think tsukasa has an ed and dont even know a single#thing abt acting yet believe one google search can prove that method acting is Absolutely Totally Going To Ruin His Life#i dont think fasting was alright it was pretty stupid but what he did doesnt make him have an ed or this or that#I do think you should be very. Very careful with method acting by the way. That can mess you up. But i dont think thats where theyll be#taking tsukasa in the future. Yes itd be nice to show the risks and get a You know be careful but its not as dark and This is gonna ruin hi#😞😨My poor baby!! As people think#omg i got sidetracked LET ME TALK ABT THE BINGO???1?1? Easily distracted ass#Uhm. Where do i begin. Nvm i dont wanna write too much more but this song truly does mean the world to me#And rella’s art is so goood my eyes are always glued to it. For some reason i keep having trouble fcing the expert chart for it on ensekai#ut was just fine on jpsekai. Frowny face. I could listen to the song all day though#Those instrumentals are popping offff i tell you#hidden circus#wonderlands x showtime#wxs#wansho#commissioned song#prsk
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see my problem is i need to be more vocal so people can get to know me better and maybe actually want to befriend me but i also need to stop talking so much so i dont irritate people and make them want to avoid me
#with my sick and twisted powers these can both be true at the same time#i feel like no one really knows me so im not really a Person to anyone and thats not their fault because im just a nothingburger#but i also feel like i get obnoxious and needy and annoying so people dont want to engage with me lest i start yapping at them#sorry i feel like this is something i complain about all the time but when it feels like no ones listening then it doesnt really feel like#actually said it?? its like that 'if a tree falls in the woods and no ones around does it make a sound' thing. at risk of being pretentious#my brain just holds onto it forever until i feel actually perceived#but i cant just beg people to pay attention to me because thats insanely annoying. heelp heeeeeeelp meeeeeeee#this an in general thing but it feels especially potent at work because my coworkers are the only people i interact with irl regularly#and im really trying to make friends there. but its impossible to tell if people actually like me or if theyre just forcing#themselves to be polite to me because we're coworkers#heavy dramatic sigh. i dont know what to do anymore this sounds so fucking lame and whiny but i just wish i had people who loved me you kno#OR EVEN JUST LIKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WANTED TO BE AROUND ME EVEN?#but i cant ask that of anyone because ive become so bored and unhappy with my life that i struggle to keep up conversations especially once#i start getting that worm in my ear that im actually irritating who im talking to and theyre just waiting for me to be quiet and leave them#alone#okay im writing too much thats enough out of meeee#mumbling
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GIRL HELP WDYM I REACHED 30 TAGS??????? OMG???? I WASN'T EVEN DONE YET
ANYWAYS 31st: and that compared to a relationship where the communication lines are basically none or very fucking weak then yeah it is an upgrade I think. Idfk I was never in a relationship I'm just picking from the ones I've seen in my life
#it's like that one image i saw#under read more too bc i don't wanna get jumpscared#anyways i wanted to say#one thing is that I've been kinda into hlevpeka (how do you even call that?) for like. 2 years? 3?#it's just that it kinda fell off for me once i started thinking about the possibilities of hlevteo (which was around the end of 2023 so)#but ig the myth hunt trio as a whole is kinda making me pick it back#definitely the most underdeveloped out of the 3 tho. i have no idea what could lead to the same guy have weird shit going on with himself#well probably it is a want to learn about himself or something#they were separate for a good while so ig they wanna pick things back and learn together#what makes them them and what they like for themselves#and who can know you better than yourself (?) idk it's weird i need a good excuse still#anywayyyyys#I've also been thinking about something for hlevteo#like bc i want it to have significant differences over teopeka (healthier ones at that) and i think one of them would be like. transparency#and sincerity and “truth” (if you really wanna tie it back to myth hunting)#bc i feel they'd reach a point where they like. can be open with each other right#and i feel that'd amount to like. knowing stuff nobody else does#like teo would tell hlev like. oh yeah me and peka have been around for almost a decade now. yeah it was a very weird thing for those times#i think the reason why im even here with you is bc you remind me of him. ig i just gravitate towards you#and hlev would be like yeah dw it's fine. y'know you also kinda remind me of someone. of like- oh that's gonna be weird to explain#and then he explains to her the whole. Thing. about being a protagonist#and she'd be like “oh huh well alright. that's one more existencial crisis for me. anyways what does that have to do with anything#and he'd be like “yeah ok so the reason why i think im also around you is bc of the power dynamic(?) we have#like you're my boss still and i honestly like that? I think all those years of feeling helpless and powerless have kinda taken a toll on me#and she'd be like “oh huh alright i guess that makes sense. that's kinda sad tho”#(heavy projecting there with That Man™ but it's whatever)#anyways what im trying to say it's that like. it's not that the motives behind the attraction are healthier?#it's moreso the fact they explained them at length to each other that kinda is? bc then they can work from there right?#like they can like. at minimum make them not devolve into something obnoxiously bad
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decided to try make a neocities layout from scratch n am having a blast w/ it! just added a music player so i can be super obnoxious like i was on neopets learning html and having autoplay bgm (if u know, u know). also not optimised very well for mobile & idk what this looks like outside firefox but if u visit i hope u enjoy! <3 everything should be click & draggable
https://technologic.neocities.org/
#i was nice this time the bgm does not autoplay#bc it took me a while to figure out why fontawesome was not working#obnoxious blinkies & other things will come later i am tired#lots i want to add to this later#me at 3am like i must learn a new skill. html/css it is if i could do it as a kid on neopets i can do it now
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if dazai's smart he locks up chuuya in jail and makes sure fyodor doesn't even Look at him if that mans gets his hands on corruption we're Done. not that chuuya would make an attempt at killing him after knowing all this ig but still. he might snap you know how he snaps sometimes he gets carried away :)
#if i'm dazai i keep one hand on chuuya to make sure he doesn't even Accidentally do a gravity and the other hand on fyodor.#not sure how that helps but.#like does everything turn off if dazai touches fyodor gnsjkkg imagine he just Rots immediately. if the body hopping turns off and he just#dies#maybe not but. i do wonder. what would happen. how does deactivating fyodor's ability affect him. i wanna know#also what if dazai touches the swords???? dazai you are so funny i need you to put your hands on everything and i'll take notes#i'm thinking is this gonna be a dazai is the only one who can kill fyodor bc then he turns off whatever his ability is ? or what.#what if it doesn't work like that tho..... i need to know UGH i wish i didn't CARE#my brother's gonna be SO PISSED when he finds out GOD I WISH I COULD TELL HIM#oh nay#this is so fucking stupid i hate this chapter i hate this direction not even as a joke i think we are doing too much for real. where#Where are we. going.#also god.#so fyodor knew all along..... so it was all a big plan from way back in s3..... like Fuck Off. that's so annoying that's so obnoxious#like. 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄#it's so batshit that unfort i Am curious and i Have questions but like it's bad you can't be doing this.
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i'm eighteen years old and just got my phone taken away in a school library for reading on it during a free period instead of doing my (nonexistent) homework
*screams in frustration*
#this is why i don't “utilize the school library”#the Vibe is lowkey terrible and I'd rather go to the public one downtown when i can because the “librarian” here does stuff like this#it's kinda wild how people percieve phones and laptops differently tbh#if you're a phone you're “being lazy”#but if you're on a computer you must be productive#but i just logged onto the kindle website on my laptop and i'm doing functionally the same thing#i have actual videogames on my laptop i can play and have played in here#and rn i'm on social media instead of READING IN A LIBRARY#but it's considered “fine” because they think I'm doing my nonexistent hw because i have a big screen that costed more than a small screen#also it's lowkey humiliating to have this person (who isn't even an actual librarian) come up to me and take my phone for no actual reason#like i don't even have a class right now? and i don't have a physical book i want to read atm???? I'm not playing obnoxious music???#I'm not disrupting anyone around me and you just effectively stole my book in the middle of a library and told me i couldn't read it#maybe I'm getting overly worked up over this but I'm actually really upset rn#books & libraries#the horrors of high school#high school#library
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As glad as I am that BG3 is being positively received, I hope subsequent patches later on down the road allow you to establish friendships with your companions and allow you the option to leave them at just that while giving you to be able to pursue beyond them into consensual romance, because if I ever get around to trying it out for myself I am not going to look forward to having my PC get sexually harassed over and over and over again until the NPC finally takes no for an answer and backs off.
#like. why are the companions designed like way?#what if i just want to be friends with them#why do they double down on their advances if you keep turning down them?#it's not only obnoxious but extremely uncomfortable#like don't get me wrong i'd still like to play it#but if i want to pursue a romance with a companion in a game#i want it to be done at MY OWN PACE#make me WORK FOR IT#i remember seeing that article where the larian devs say they hope they did '90s bioware proud#with their writing#and maybe the story is good idk#but i played DAO and i'm pretty sure you can't bang your choice in under 8 minutes#w/o cheesing it that quickly#idk i think it should deserve its praise#but that same praise shouldn't overshadow the criticisms it does have#and the romancing aspects - and the lack of platonic relationships - is one of them#from what i have read up so far#like if you can put in that much effort to include a scene where you can bang the druid Like That#then i think more effort can be done to flesh out that system he is a part of#bg3
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