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angelesca · 4 months ago

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w.c. 3.4k💀so much words for this crap / sunday x truckdriver!gnreader (dafuqq is this dynamic), small stories, 99% of the penacony cast are impressed by you(they should be), robin is a cutie pie, sunday is a closeted robin fan, you and sunday squabble daily, sunday your wonweek is showing💗, wrote this in the tumblr drafts vro🔥part crack [𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐬]: 1 ┃ 2 ┃...

a/n: farted this out bc i got inspired by this otome isekai manhwa i was reading [truck knight taekbae] + aesthetics inspired by [who made me a princess]

darkness monopolised your vision ever since you got here; day time never graced you. the insulated walls do their job well—only the vibrations, the frayed edges of sound, can be heard.

chains grip your wrists, the metal twisting into your skin, wringing it like cloth. ouch. what now? maybe if you fart consecutively, and hard enough, you can blow your way out?

"brother... why…?" vibrations again.

"don’t… monitor… danger."

the iron door creaks. light shines a single ray though the gap, and like the sun, the radiance blinds you. you squint your eyes, tracing the outline of two silhouettes.

the taller one approaches, each stride covering an equal, set amount of distance without a lost beat. "i have one question," their tone dashes against the whetstone, pointing a sharpened blade at you. "who are you?"

their eyes did not welcome any light, no reflection of you in them, as if you were only a whisper of the air. you feel the cracks in your throat. "me? i’m just a truck driver."

you are having tea with sunday.

after the less-than-ideal introductions, the picture cleared: you, a truck driver, are isekai’d into penacony via truck inception(?).

"i apologise for my manners," sunday sips his cup. "when you... suspisciously appeared in my bathroom, unresponding, there was no room to be courteous."

"sorry about that," you play with the rim of your cup awkwardly. "i'm not sure what happened either." the honest truth.

sunday shakes his head. he's majestic. "so, you said that you were…" he taps his chin.

"a truck driver."

"a criminal?"

"... truck driver."

“an assassin?”

"..." you almost turned into one.

little did you know, your lone walk was accompanied by a slithering shadow. except... it was no shadow. it was a dazzling spotlight that had fans and reporters following her repslendent glow, as expected of penacony's halovian songstress: robin.

"you mentioned you were a truck driver," finally, someone knows what a truck driver is. "will you allow me to see it?"

yes, your truck teleported into the dreamscape too. how could you live without them? they sit by a pavement on penacony's streets, hoarding the stares of confused citizens.

you watch an infinite cosmos flare in robin's incandescent eyes. your truck is just that impressive. "wow...! it's so beautiful!"

"what a curious machine," a blue and blonde-haired pair are analysing. "a vehicle that inefficiently operates on wheels? rather old-fashioned."

"what in the ever-lovin' fudge? my great-great-great-great-great gramps had one of those!"

"a sight of blissful beauty blooms before my eyes. amazing!"

“where am i?”

“acheron, it hasnt even been a minute yet and you’re confused.”

people's eager stomping tremble the earth and sky. it's just that impressive. in the distance, an extra pair of wary eyes observe you.

"i admit, i am still suspiscious of you," sunday crosses one leg over the other. "robin sang nothing but praises. however, i'm afraid i'll need you under my surveillance to prove your trustworthiness."

urk. possessive much? "why are there knives, swords, and rocket launchers on the table?" sunday cocks an eyebrow at you, expecting you to make a move. "... i'm really not an assassin, sunday." but you do know his entire life story, so you're actually his stalker.

suddenly. the room blurs. an annoying static repeats, plucking the sensory wires from your circuit. is he... is he using his thingamajig powers?

"you may not be one... for now." he looks out a large window. you follow his gaze. wait a minute. what are they doing to-

“MY TRUUUUCK!!!” your passion transcends boundaries, past the lower-case and forcing the caps lock. lunging, you rush outside the mansion. "HEy!"

"aaaaa!! run!"

"eeek!"

"nyaa~!" who the hell was that?

"what the..." you are stunned. how dare they vandalise your truck! "was this your order?" you turn to sunday, infuriated.

"what will you do now?" a corner of his lips lifts, provoking.

you clench your fist. no one messes with you, the best truck driver, and only truck driver, in penacony.

hypothetically, if you got hit by a truck and ended up here, could you, a truck driver, hit a penaconian and isekai them over to your world?

"hey, robin?"

"hm?" her smile is innocent, gazing at you with a prospering kindness deserving of its own halo.

you smack your head. a dozen times over. then a few more.

"hey, aventurine?"

"hi hi~"

you shake your head. wouldn't his luck interfere? if anything, you'd be the one to get run over again.

"hey, acheron?"

"who are you?"

doesn't even know who you are despite telling her a minute ago. if she ended up in your world, she'd be asking the same question anyway: "where am i?"

you pick your nose. she'd slice you in half. period.

"hey, rappa."

"dazzling ninja rappa at your service!"

"as am i, the dimension-trespassing truck driving ninja!"

unfortunately, ninja roleplay with rappa is too fun. every friday, you play dnd together and you can't miss it this week.

there's only one person left.

"hey sun-"

"don't."

you stare blankly. "i didn't say anything?"

sunday glares back. "if you are going to speak to me, do it in front of me, and not while starting the engine of your truck."

"tch... damn."

"could i use your truck as a stage prop for my next concert?"

"oh, what if it suddenly rains?"

"what if i accidentally trip?"

you notice a gap in robin's behaviour. "how come you're so nervous today?"

robin looks at you, mouth on the verge of speaking. she looks down at her shoes. "hmm..." she tilts her head, lips mumbling. she hesitates, unready to spill her heart.

there's one thing you do best. you suggest, "why don't we go for a ride in my truck?"

robin's hunched back quickly reshapens itself. it's been some time since you've had a passenger, but with the way robin swiftly adjusts herself in the seats, excited, you don't worry about the mess in the truck. you start the vehicle, ready to stroll penacony's streets.

you hand her a piece of unexpired candy from a compartment, and she accepts the gesture. it doesn't take long before robin settles herself afterwards. she sighs. "... it's my brother, he'll be attending a show for the first time. i'm a bit nervous."

"why would he not be supportive?" you question.

robin shakes her head. "it may be because my brother is a perfectionist. i can't help but believe that he'll be expecting a flawless performance."

halovian songstress robin, a nation-wide icon, for her, expectations continually rise without rest. but for now, she sits next to you as robin herself, without the embellishments and performing. a breath of fresh air.

words of reassurance may be able to tend her heart. "make as many mistakes as you want," you comfort, "you are robin yourself before you are a singer, a civilian, and a sister."

the candy in her palm is scrunched. her heart, opens. robin herself, smiles. not because she is expected to, not because she is told to, but because she wants to. "thank you."

on the eighth day, grant... sunday getting down on one knee for you. wasn't this a bit fast?

your mouth opens. "are you proposing right now?"

"what are you on about?" sunday looks up at you, eyebrows scrunched. in his hands, a riiiiiiiiiiing- no, he's just cleaning his shoes with a cloth. better luck next time.

robin suggested to use your truck like a cabbie. that way, you can still keep your pride as a truck driver, and provide ears for wary hearts:

a student struggling with academics.

someone who doesn't know which direction to take.

the ramblings of a doctor whose words are spoken with precision, slicing his words into the victim's flesh. but behind the gloves are trembling hands that only wishes to sew tight the rotting wounds of a poor gambler, if only he would let him.

a galaxy ranger who witnessed the brevity of lives in the isolated expanse of the universe, walked along the shore of nihility. she departs with you her true name so that when she returns, your heart can accompany her solitude once more.

a young girl who cannot tell if the blood on her hands are someone else's, or her own. every allude to life reminded her of a deathly fate. however, as your passenger, she is reminded that she can forge a life of her own, undecided by destiny. penance and redemption, then, in the end, she hopes to regain her humanity.

you've listened to them all. unlocked each of their hearts, always gave back the key if they ever wanted to return again. turns out, the people of penacony are not much different from those in your world.

robin would pass out if she saw this.

from what you remember, there were 88 doors in the oak family's residence (you're a dedicated fan). you've explored each one, door 86, 87, 88... 89?

a secluded door that can only be seen with eagle eyes. the mystery kindles sparks in your chest, flaming curious fires. you slowly open the door. 86, 87, 88, 89... robins? (one for every door?) they all stare at you within their enclosures, as either posters, figurines, or books cover. in the middle sat a familiar head of grey hair, lowered, back turned towards you.

"sunday?"

the head moves up. gradually, it creaks. never in your life, did you expect to see a robin-crazed hidden room, nor a red-faced sunday. oh robin, the brother you were so worried about, is actually your no.1 fan. sunday's halovian wings flap furiously, doing nothing to cool his face down. his expression seems annoyed to have been caught in the act. "... what?"

"is this your robin shrine?" this is it. this will be your revenge, and the beginning tastes sweet. "so, you're the real criminal out of the two of us."

one can imagine the fumes blowing out of his ears. his eyes glisten, on the verge of tears. oops, he's really embarrassed.

you turn your face away, allowing sunday as much privacy as possible within his very private room. or rather, you are avoiding his eyes to suppress laughter. "you're coming to robin's concert, right?"

"you coming?" you gesture towards your majestic truck. it's a beautiful night for a truck ride.

sunday, your victim, is reluctant, of course. he probably still believes that you are an assassin who will run him over. "i won't die, will i?"

you huff. "i'm just a truck driver. what's the worse i could do? kidnap you?" sunday stares at you, frightened. it does not take much for him to believe in your potential for evil. "it's a joke... i'm not a criminal. or an assassin."

"just for a few minutes," he resigns. score. you open the door for sunday, who eventually sits down. you start the engine.

"welcome." sunday is in your truck. what an achievement. heh. you place your foot on the pedal.

it is silent apart from the engine's buzzing. you hand sunday an unexpired bag of chips from the compartment. he receives it, inspecting the packaging. his eyes trail to the window, studying how the sunset paints penacony with autumn's palette, but beyond it, he is watching the dots of people. you watch the melancholic sunday.

"what's on your mind?" you ask.

"nothing significant."

"well, the whole point of my trucking service is to listen to passengers." you turn the wheel. honestly, you don't know where you're going, and neither does sunday. the moon guides you tonight, two lost souls. "say anything."

sunday fiddles with the bag of chips. "...maintaining the oak family status, work, the people," he finally speaks, "it balances on my shoulders."

you hum, signalling him to continue.

"wouldn't a utopia free from suffering solve everything?"

quite a hard-hitting question for a truck driver, sunday. you nod. "of course. the only problem is that it is not real - everyone is forced into the current reality. it is harsh and cruel..." you blink. "but we are not powerless to it."

"how do you suggest we solve it?"

it is quiet for a moment before your mind wanders to every passenger you've had. they all had one thing in common. "i guess, a lot of people want a shoulder to lean on, an ear to open for them, and a voice to validate their feelings. we can do that."

all those passengers seemed to shine brighter at the end of the ride, ready to chase a dream. you may not be saving the world - you are no hero, just a truck driver - but you help tend the invisible wounds of people: the blood that drips from sharp words, the bruises that sting from deprecation, the headaches.

isn't it fine to take it slow? navigate the dark, little-by-little, and by the end, there will be an even brighter light.

"... i see." sunday watches your hands manoeuvre the truck's mechanics. the flick in your eyes that turn to him, to which he shies away from. then, he rests his eyes. as the truck drives, a silence hangs, one of quiet understanding. bit-by-bit, you gaze into sunday's heart.

it's been some time since you got run over.

adjusting to penacony was difficult at first. you had to adapt to life at the family's mansion, and the daily customs. however, the burden was eased slightly, all partly thanks to a special helper.

every morning, a cup of coffee or freshly-squeezed juice presents itself in the kitchen. every afternoon, your favourite bookshop always happens to have the book you wanted, already reserved for you. every night, your bedroom door slowly opens, quietly. your blanket, moves up to cover your torso. the mess in your room, rearranged and picked up. the back of a hand, feathers over your cheek. and nothing more happens. your little helper is easily satisfied at the sight of a peaceful you.

"does robin know about this room?" you are flipping through an ancient truck magazine.

sunday is wiping the display cabinets. his wings are flapping again, turning to you. "you didn't mention it to her, did you?"

"no, but she's going on tour soon after," you play with the corner of a page. "why don't you send her your encouragement?”

"what do you suggest?" he asks.

you look at the ceiling. it's full of robin's pictures. "a heartfelt letter? personally, i would buy her a truck but i don't think she needs that."

a small laugh escapes sunday's lips. you did not expect that. "that would be nice." he moves over to a desk, and from a drawer he pulls out a page adorned with blue flowers, and a pen.

you walk over to his desk. "you're into stationary?"

"i don't see why not," sunday says, "my work requires mostly writing, after all."

he begins from the top: 'dear sister,'. from there, sunday is a bit clumsy and awkward, asks her how the weather is and if she had breakfast. "... i've never done this before," is what he said. but gradually, the pen picks up, and the words flow. now, there was too much left unspoken when sunday reaches the final line, and had to cross out the sentence he was writing. a total of four pages, both sides filled, with more words waiting to be said - those would be left for when the siblings reunite.

"maybe we can have the people of penacony sign it too." you smile, imagining robin's elation when she reads it.

sunday nods. he scratches his signature and hands the paper to you. "here."

you take the pen, hesitant. "what's this for?"

sunday raises an eyebrow. "you're a citizen of penacony, are you not?"

... oh. were you? your throat dries. when did you become a part of penacony? weren't you... just a truck driver?

sunday watches you contemplate. a silence drawls. suddenly, he wraps his hand around yours, holding the pen still. "why are you hesitating?" nib meets page. ribbon by ribbon, the ink dances. "you belong here, don't you?"

your chest grows warm. you weren't expecting that either. full of surprises, aren't we? the same person that chained your hands and observed you, coldly answered to you, is offering his warmth. his hand is resolute, unwilling to let go. it reassure your doubts. you smile.

the pen lifts:

'from, your loving brother and, your dear friend.'

surprisingly, sunday has gotten comfortable with your presence in his forbidden robin cove. as you have with his in your magnificent truck.

yet, as much as you've driven closer, the gap is bottomless. sunday doesn't appreciate you looking at him, yet, he's allowed to drill holes in you when you're not aware?

you've asked robin, but she answered cryptically with a smile. "he used to watch over me as well, overprotective as always, but i'm sure that's his way of expressing himself when words fail him."

you reccount the passing moments.

a person more of action, lesser of words. for his people, he worked endlessly without their validation. for robin, he hid in the shadows of his much brighter devotion and support. for you, he let you slowly seep into his life, and you absorbed him into yours. a truck driver and an overqualified partner-in-crime.

quiet devotion is a tender song. without the beating of his loud commands, penacony would be left unprotected. without the instrumental scratching of his pen, there would be no light on the streets. without the percussive clicking of his shoes, the citizens would not be able to dance and celebrate.

this was sunday's song; no one else heard it, but it hums beneath the surface, invisible. those who press their ears against it can sense its vibrations. a silence that speaks louder than words or lyrics. and now, you can't mistake it, your heart beats to the silent song.

it is the night of robin's last stage in penacony. you and sunday stand on a balcony, watching over her. the final song sways along the night-caressed breeze, setting free the wings of hopeful listeners and dreamchasers.

though for a certain someone, he was using more of his eyes than ears. when you meet his golden pair, they turn away as usual.

"what's with you?" you lean against the railing.

his hands hide behind his back. "nothing significant."

"hey, i thought we were past that already. i told you i'm a truck driver who listen to their passengers."

silence hangs. a few more spoken words, "and? have you told your story?"

"me?"

his eyes find yours, but they don't turn away anymore. behind his role as penacony's figure and as a brother, it is sunday who is talking to you. in his gaze, it doesn't judge, impartial, waiting to listen, asking if it is okay for you to lend him your key.

he's come a long way into this journey. now, he awaits at your doorstep. the words catch in your throat. "i'm... just a truck driver..." you close your eyes. "a truck driver who got lost here."

sunday shakes his head. "i’m not asking about one miniscule part of your life. behind that is you who experienced a reality that built the person in front of me," his voice is shaky. an unsteady hand opens and closes, hopes to reach out for yours, but is uncertain. "i'm... asking for permission to learn all of you."

"..." robin's song is about to come to an end.

you look at the mirror. a mirror that always reflected only you, now fits one more person in the frame. that is your answer.

the you who is listening, reading, watching, all your past versions converge into this quiet meeting. usually, the mirror rejected, criticised, and distorted. but today, it finally listens. the mirror holds your reflection to be true. before you got to penacony, before you stood in the middle of a road, before you became a truck driver, you were...

"speak to me. i'm here to listen as you have for others." and keep that key to his heart, for it remains open unconditionally, always a place for you in there.

two losts souls, under the moon, found a home in each other.

a person closes the novel they were reading. they pick up their phone and start typing:

“-4.2/5 rating, absolute horror. where was robin at the end? i was waiting for her! and what’s with all the mirrors and life lessons? preeeeetty criiiinge. i'm reading a fantasy novel, not a lecture. why is mc even a truck driver anyways? also, not enough hand holding, and definitely not enough kissing. zero points!” this random nobody criticises, slamming fingers on the screen. they pause. “i wonder when the next volume will be released…”

a/n: great use of my holiday tbh, get everything out b4 i'm busy again💖i hate drawing hoyo charas they're so detailed, applause to all the hoyo artists u guys r goated fr i thought itd be cute to turn this into a series. i have some deleted ideas since i only wanted this to be a short piece (i got carried away smh). but tbh this fic ended off nicely, i dont think it needs continuing. idk. i like pistachio ice cream thanks for reading!!😲

#hold me back b4 i do a sunday arranged marriage isekai #with a train conductor reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #sunday x reader #angie's crayon drawings!

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no-mind-to-think0 · 3 months ago

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Hi, sorry for disappearing for like 5 days uh…

Have more purecacao. ALSO if you guys have some ideas of what I can draw with these two [or maybe if you’re a ranfren fan, something with Satoru and Randal] lmk I am extremely burnt out I have no clue what to draw.

If you want to know what happened I’ll try to somewhat explain it below

Oh you’re actually reading this? Okay um, I’ve recently fallen to the “holy shit why does everyone my age draw so much better than me, why can’t my art be good” mindset for the 1298469182th time. Yeah I just kinda had to force myself to draw something to post. Let me tell you I never expected for my art to get over like… 10 likes max. Most of the stuff I post now gets over 100 which is.. wow. Now I know that this should probably tell me that my art isn’t as bad as I thought but it can’t get through my thick skull anyway. Like, I can’t ever render a piece, the best I can do is flat colours, no shading or anything. This is more of a vent, I know, but that’s what happens when you don’t have anyone to talk to, you share your worries with strangers online. I guess I have bigger problems than this, but this is not helping my overall [already bad] mental state. Uh… yeah as I said above, if you have any situations I can put these two in, or some pose references or whatever really, please tell me.

That’s a lot of text wow no one cares vro

#my art #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #dark cacao cookie #dark cacao crk #pure vanilla cookie #pure vanilla crk #purecacao

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narancia-answers · 1 month ago

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THINGS THAT HAVE HAPPENED TO ME IN THE PAST TWO WEEKS:

Went blind for two days (stew was worth it, yummy)

Fell down the stairs, got a concussion, and called Fugo a slur (my fault vro will happen again)

GAINED A STALKER?

Got an Etsy spell cast on me by TRISH (how could you Sro?) and had PERIOD CRAMPS.

Got sick from Abbacchio. Am currently sick from Abbacchio.

Fugo airdropped me a cold somehow

Received a fuckton of tomato juice that I APPARENTLY HAVE TO DRINK? (Melone count your fucking days)

One of my #1 opps got on Tumblr (Fuck you Squalo)

My bosses got DIVORCED 💔

Got turned into a kitten

Chip anon got a blog though 😈

#narancia answers #narancia ghirga #ask blog #I thought about it lil vro has been in the trenches for all of April so far 😭

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spookyyew59 · 3 months ago

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long rambling about Kevin smh, but this thoughts been bothering me for a bit, sorry if it’s unorganized.

Y’all can we stop reducing Kevin as a single celled organism 💔, he’s his own character with numerous traits, why do people reduce him to “Kevin boy failure!!! So cutie patootie skunkle-bob skinny twink man!!!!! He’s absolutely die if we was by himself!!”, like vro what 😭

I haven’t done a full character analysis on Kevin, so correct me if I’m wrong, but I very much do NOT believe that “he’d kill skid and pump if given the chance!” Like what??? No he?? Wouldn’t??? He’s a normal man??

Kevin is a human being, not a monster. He doesn’t hate them (not a lot anyways, I assume), he gets very irritated with them and it’s very understandable why he does.

Skid and Pump, in all honesty, need to learn basic manners and like, not cause several crimes. You can say that “they’re just kids! They don’t know any better!” But I don’t know anyone who had a childhood where it involves messing up several stores, causing problems for the employees, committing damage to private property, and assault (if you’re counting when they got possessed by Moloch.)

But back to the main thing, Kevin would NOT kill them! He’s tired of working and I get that, he’s tired and most likely underpaid, being the only one to work there at the CandyClub each day so he’s tired, underpaid, and Skid and Pump make his job and mental health worse. He’s not some “twink” who would kill two kids, he’s probably in his mid 20’s trying to get a date somewhere while also trying to pay his rent, afford food, afford clothes, and pay for all his entertainment needs (streaming services, WiFi, etc). He wants to be happy just like anyone else, and he wants to get money the LEGAL way.

He wants to be happy, and despite people saying “he’d kill skid and pump!” he DOES care about them. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have asked that question in episode 6, “and why is an old dude hanging around kids?”, if he didn’t care, he wouldn’t have asked. Kevin cares about those kids, like he cares about anyone else, even though it was his first day in the shirt and he snapped at them, I don’t entirely blame him for it.

Two kids came into your store on your first day, asked you for free things and when you declined they mess it up so you end up giving them free stuff anyways. I understand why he snapped, and me personally, I would have too. But that doesn’t mean he hates the kids, it was his first day and he just didn’t wanna be fired!

I also gotta love how society sees a man interested in more than one gender and go like “OOOOOOO YESSS. Let’s get rid of his ENTIRE character traits and EVERY theory, and lets mold his character into ONE singular shape and lets only use him for bad angst and shipping purposes!!”

Kevin is MORE than a side character used for shipping purposes, the man’s had a prophetic dream of all things and you all are focused on the fact that he’s into every gender possible?? Can we get some theories about this man? Cause where are those at??? I don’t see anything about that, and it all depends on where the timeline is for the Kevin short.

“I had nightmares you two!”, was a line he said in episode 5, so if everything they’ve done was true, shouldn’t he technically be able to guess what happens to himself and the town? And possibly the WORLD???

You all can have your headcanons and see Kevin in your own eyes, but we need to STOP reducing cool characters as a single celled organism who revolves around “twinks twinks twinks twinks. Ooo gay men. Twink twink twinks.”

#spookyyew59 #spookyew59 #spooky’s rambles #sr pelo spooky month #spooky month #spooky month kevin #kevin spooky month #spookymonth #spooky month sr pelo #sm kevin #kevin #kevin sm

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vind3miat0r · 2 months ago

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ea live reaction + thoughts n rambles bleh

this is late bc i was busy romancing Milo Belladonna in monster camp shhhh (i bagged them btw :3)

HHHHHHHH ITS HERE ITS HEREEEE

Porter immediately addressing his faults instead of ambling around it is gormgegous

Porter never having someone care abt him in that way :((( reminds me of when he said that caring for him doesnt tend to go well

Treasure trying to apologize for calling Porter a coward (i assume) and him flat out saying that they were right IM GOING TO JUMP

Porter running away/mythologizing himself so much that his illusions crumbled the moment someone actually cares about him…. again when he said caring never goes well for him….

“I thought coming back here to Dahlia would feel like coming home. It didn’t. It doesn’t. If this place ever was home, it doesn’t feel that way anymore. I didn’t have a family here, I had a House, and within that House the only person I really felt close to was William.” okay so lets unpack that. remember when Porter said “family looks out for one another.” yeah? and see how hes directly talking about what it was like for him when he first got back to Dahlia?? you do?? good! so do you think with the aftermath of the Summit, Porter finally feels that he has a family not with William, but the with people who left the godDAMNED HOUSE— BECAUSE THEY WERE ALL AT THE SUMMIT TOGETHER—

“I was the blade of the king. I had a way of cutting everyone except the man holding the hilt” hunting dog!Porter

“I could come home, and we could have some semblance of order.” vro my heART

Porter being blinded by the things hed been taught as a vampire that he never considered a middle road until he saw first-hand how Vincent and Sam reacted after the Summit

this unfortunately does continue to paint William as a big bad :(

William really said “lets not unpack all of that” vro

again with hunting dog!Porter, with William being so convinced that the dog he trained is completely loyal to him and not even considering that Porter has his own wants outside of being the blade of the king

smth smth Porter never wanted for anything until he saw Vincent and Sam going against everything he had believed about vampirism smth smth

the “I am more. But not in his eyes” killed me btw

“None of what I’ve said excuses the way I reacted” standing on business

TREASURE FORGIVING HIM IM GOING TO JUMPPPPPP

bro i heart fucking skipped a beat when he said their relationship had started on the wrong footing

againnnn with the “caring about me doesnt go well” BROOOO

see they had the “what are we talk” but for a situationship not a relationship

“I trust you. I want to be open with you.” JUMPING

“I’ve spent too much of my life miscommunicating. Or not communicating at all.” see “caring doesnt go well for me”

“There is a lot about me that you should know. And there’s a lot about you I want to know. Shall we try?” JUMPING JUMPING IM JUMPING

closing thoughts; i do wish that Treasure had apologized on screen (or rather, was given a chance to apologize by Porter bc thats kinda what it sounded happened with him saying that they were right) but in my head they have a nice talk about their relationship after the audio and Treasure apologizes during that :3

i do feel like Treasure and Porter are somewhat going to parallel early Vincent and Lovely in regards to them restarting their relationship, which will be a treat to see firsthand (damn they really are brothers huh. bagged baddies, fumbled said baddies, restarted with said baddies while also being incredibly awkward)

im rlly excited to see how their relationship plays out now that theyre actually treating it seriously and not pretending that theyre totally not in a situationship. character development is character devlopmenting, comparing how Porter acted in his second/third audio with Treasure to this latest one EEEEEE IM SO EXCITEDDDDDD

thank you for coming to my ted talk :3

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted early access #redacted ea spoilers #vinn says fandom things #vinn yapping

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dustcrumbs · 6 months ago

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Dear Dustcrumbs. with HorrorDust, what would happen if Dust goes to needles and harder doses of dugs?

I would like to know Horrors reaction if he found Dust passed out on the floor on the brink of death. And then seeing it happen again literally the week after that.

Horror would be more prone to outbursts towards the other members. If he even spots a sign of irritation or stress from Dust. Horror makes it his priority to keep him distracted and focused solely on him. Because he is trying everything to prevent Dust from feeling the need to take any substance.

Anytime Dust leaves Horrors sight, he picks at his skull and scratches at his eye socket. He's always so paranoid on where Dust is and what he's doing because he CANT trust him.

Horror quite literally begins to cling onto Dust like some pathetic puppy. Always whining in his ear and constantly pawing at his knees whenever they sit down (not literal, but ykw, I mean).

Whenever Dust is found on the ground, barely breathing. Horror always keeps his head over his chest, making sure his heart is beating and his lungs are pumping. He can't call Nightmare for help unless it's an emergency. Since Dust practically begged him not to call him unless he wasn't moving at all.

And as the good stupid dog he is. He obeys.

Dust always feels guilty for forcing Horror to stay with him and constantly tries to distance himself from him. But Horror continuously clings onto him and seeks affection or the need to care for Dust.

No matter how much times Dust screams at Horror and curses him out, Horror will be the first to apologize. And it just pisses Dust off, that Horror has little respect for himself. He hates how Horror let's him push him around.

But Horror can't really be mad at Dust. All Horror sees is just a pathetic sad man, and he can't get angry with someone he adores. He'd rarely lash out, and if he does. It's usually having breakdowns when he's with Nightmare or Killer.

Horror is just a mess, and he desperately wants to be loved the same way he did. But Dust is constantly on the brink of death or too focused on getting high than to sleep with Horror for one night.

They really go more into the

"I'll love you like a dog"

"So I'll treat you like one."

But ending on a good note!!!

Dust would always cuddle and nip at Horrors shoulder, affectionately, whenever Horror seemed upset.

And if Dust had ever seen that his drugs got Horror injured. Then he'd abruptly stop and ask Nightmare for restrictions on himself or help to stop.

Ex: Dust lashes out at Horror and quite literally begins choking him, till the very last breath. He snaps out of it after Horrors whimpers faded away and him clawing at Dusts arms had went still.

Dust would obviously check if Horrors alive before he clings onto the big man, desperately apologizing before calling for Nightmare. Then he'd beg for some solution and ask if he could be locked up away from Horror or smth

And Nightmare is like

"Woah, what if we jsut put you in therapy vro"

And dusy is like

"Please."

And boom!!

Him and Horror cuddle, drug free, nicotine free, alcohol free, trust.

They kiss and Horror no longer tastes the bitter taste of beer anymore

(Horrible summary but shh)

#horror sans #dust sans #nightmare sans #tw drug abuse #tw violence

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fuzzyfoe · 2 months ago

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HOW DO YOU COME UP WITH THE IDEAS FOR YOUR DAILY CREATURES/gen LIKE THE TOITH ONE IS SO FREAKING COOL VRO

Well, most of my creatures seem to be a combination of at least two or more things. First I'll think of an animal, then I'll think of either another animal or I'll think of something I did earlier that day. It could be something I ate, for instance. If I ate pizza that day or if I'm just craving pizza, I might make a pizza-themed creature.

I also tend to just use common sparkledog traits or traits of furry OCs that I happen to like. Wings, devil horns, unicorn horns, halos, multiple tails, multiple limbs, tail mouths, etc.

For that tooth creature I had just started drawing a basic cat body, since cats are my favorite thing to draw and they are often the animal that I default to if I don't have any particular animal in mind. Then I started thinking of what I was about to do, which in this case in my most immediate future was brush my teeth. I've drawn quite a few creatures with objects for tails and those tend to be fun, so I gave it a toothbrush for a tail because it was simple enough to do. Once I had given it an object for a tail I thought why not give it an object for a head as well, and of course a tooth fit the theme. I also liked the idea of making the head a tooth because it would make the idea of such a cutesy creature a little more off-putting. After that I still thought it was a little too simple, so then I decided to make it an angel and then I was satisfied with it.

For the doctor dragoncat one I had just had a doctor's appointment that day, where I had gotten blood drawn for testing. I made it a dragon cat hybrid just because I like cats and I like dragons.

#asks

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diristine · 1 month ago

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i crave for more of your simon headcannons. i feed off your unhinged glass vro

Thank you!!! Well, have some more general headcanons. If you want more specific feel free to request, I got: angst, nsfw, crack, etc.

Simon is resistant to most every poison, or at least whatever Clef fed him during his time in the man’s class (alongside some of Clef’s subconscious reality bending and wanting to keep Simon safe). So now, if theres like a little thing of poison in front of him he will drink it like a shot. Or if he had an upset patient who decided to try and poison the psychologist, he finishes every bite of what was offered and says something along the lines of “[Insert poison] really? Couldn’t you have come up with, something more unique?”

He has photographic memory, he wasn’t born with it. Another thing that happened thanks to Francis Clef’s reality bending. Essentially he kept saying he forgot what his cousin told him and Clef just “Just remember it!! Goddamn!!” And poof! Photographic memory from then on.

Simon hates squishmallows, while he collects plushies he hates how squishmallows don’t have a unique silhouette. They’re all vaguely egg shaped and he hates it with a burning passion, he wants animal shaped plushies thank you very much!

While he typically isn’t violent, he is known to not have security nearby when doing psych evals. If one of his patients attack him, he can defend himself and typically injure them to where they back off or completely knock them out. Simon still has a panic button in his pocket just in case though.

He is convinced he’s a top from his Shard days, you see. Shard only ever topped targets because well, they wanted to be topped yk? So yeah, he’s convinced he’s a top (he’s a bottom).

While my Simon does publicly simp over Diogenes, they’re actually old friends from agent days. In fact, Diogenes was the one to suggest he simp for someone so pathetically that theres no way this “virgin” could ever be Shard. So, they’ve been playing everyone from day one.

Don’t ask him about Arias, he and Arias are exes. He will suggest you take some therapy if you ask him about it.

He’s a lightweight when drinking, in spite of his 6’9 frame, he will get tipsy within the first drink. Whether it’s genetics or subconscious reality bending? Thats up to fate to decide, nobody quite knows which it is.

Simon used to be a twin! Key word, used to be.

He watches Bluey and My Little Pony religiously, he loves the characters, the lessons, and he can pretend to be a kid again sometimes. Its nostalgic in a way, so very nostalgic. Also, he lives for the MLP Infection aus, they’re his favorite (his favorite in the Mane 6 is a three way tie between Fluttershy, Rarity, and Rainbow Dash, he ships them.)

Yes, he has an OF account. Yes I can do some art of the posts on there, yes he still collects money because some Shard simps don’t care if Shard’s dead, they still want his content. Do I have headcanons for his account? Yes. Will I post them without someone asking for the content? No. I need to know what everyone wants before I start posting too much nsfw headcanons.

He used to smoke a lot, he smells like honey and cigarettes. He’ll smoke a pack within a day sometimes, he’s had to quit though and switch to zyns and gum ever since he became Meri’s psychologist.

Simon can lucid dream! He uses it to [REDACTED]

He lost his leg trying to save his cat.

His cat is a fugitive GOC agent.

He still loves his cat.

Simon works out a lot, he’s only a twink because he’s hairless. Otherwise he’s as muscular and fit as your average MTF agent, he can hold his ground when it comes to weightlifting championships. In fact, due to him being so active, he’s friends with a lot of the agents on site seeing as they interact with him at the gym. It aids them feeling comfortable to go to him to talk and get therapy.

Most of his willing patients are MTF members!! See the paragraph above as for why.

He is dating Robert Carter (yes the MC&D heir, don’t ask me how), and Daniel Lucken (a friend’s oc who at this point is our oc. Shared custody bitch). He loves them both with all his heart, even if Simon has to deal with one drunken boyfriend and the other trying to kill him at times. He couldn’t be happier.

Simon would in fact date Bright if it wasn’t for y’know, both his hands are taken, and the whole patient thing. In the future he will allow Bright to hit if he’s desperate (but with Robert dating him, its unlikely)

He’s convinced Kondraki to do therapy, he struggles to get the man to remember to take his meds and not drink as much but at least he agreed to therapy. Namely after the Aquafina incident did he convince the man. Yes, Ship in a Bottle is canon here. Idc it’s funny and the best canon besides Resurrection and any MC&D Hub.

He does couples therapy for Draven and Talloran sometimes.

Simon works with TJ Bright SCP-590, it’s a secret to the majority of the Foundation. An O5 assigned him to it, and didn’t explain why. He assumes it’s a power play against O5-6, one that he’s unfortunately caught in the crossfire of. He doesn’t mind, he calls TJ 590 by his name. He’s not scared. They need him if they ever want Shard back after all.

He’s been assigned to 7408-b and 4231-b as well. He wont tell Clef. Simon misses his cousin.

Bro has some GOC agents that are out for him, or was out for him as Shard anyways. They hated his guts and he hated theirs. The mfers tried to kill his cat, and are the reason Agent Shard is dead.

Simon likes pineapple on pizza, his favorite pizza is specifically: pineapple, bacon bits, extra sauce, garlic crust, pepperoni, and banana peppers!

He hates horror movies with a burning passion! He will have vivid nightmares.

Simon is kinda the site’s pet, he’s the only one of them left with light in his eyes anymore after all. So almost everyone goes out of their way to keep him happy, they’re scared there will be a day that shine leaves his eyes and he stops smiling.

Well theres some headcanons! I hope this is enough for today seeing as there wont be any fanart for a bit. Namely because I’m drawing a Clefdraki comic because I had the most stupid idea and I’m cackling as I draw it. It’s a little song based comic and I really am enjoying making it!

Feel free to ask for more elaboration on some of these or any headcanons made in the past! Im more than happy to share!

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contentloadingandstuff · 14 days ago

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So it has been a while since I seen this blog...

If you want to like explain, what the heck happened in the recent posts? It looked like a whole ass war between you and another anon(s)

Eat, sleep, and stay hydrated vro

We cannot lose you to weird ahh people

-One of your five female readers

Oh, hello there! Looks like I really do some fem readers; it's been ages since I last saw a request come in that involved a female reader. I still have two in the inbox, but I've yet to get to them.

(Imma tell you a secret, a have some time off so I'll do some work on them along the other fics)

I've explained the situation twice already to different anons, so sorry if I'm being brief here. I made a post saying "hey, people promoting eating disorders are kinda messed up, we should report them", which proceded to trigger an episode of mass psychogenic illness (MPI, mass hysteria) from the ed community. Some people were indeed constructive and wanted to challenge my points, but the vast majority was just here to tell me I'm molesting my sister or that I'm an anime pervert pedophile degenerate. And now there's someone in my asks complaining that contentloadingandstuff became negative, like it was my fault that some deranged anons wrote rape threats to my sister.

But I decided that I'm going to amputate this topic, so to speak. I'll delete every answer to an ed ask, no matter what kind, because if I don't, somebody will CONSTANTLY drag the topic out.

If anybody reading this thinks about sending a related ask, no matter if it's praise, critique or a question, please note that I will not respond. This was a one-off interaction, guys! I'm sick of talking about this stuff on an unrelated blog! I only made that post because I felt it was important enough to speak out on, nothing more. It's not interesting to me and after the reaction I got, I would rather prefer not to associate with the ED community.

But there is something I'd like to add, to everybody that took my side. Back in primary school, I had a temporary conflict with an older student that - for no reason, we never even met before - started picking on me. He did that twice with mainly just mean comments, but when he came to me a third time, all of the guys from my class came up to me and stood by my side, telling the jerk to beat it. I've never felt something like that, that mix of surprise, joy and thankfullness, until now. Thank you for letting me experience that again, for making me feel I belong somewhere.

@foxter1337 @oxyotl @amphibiahawks321 @combativedruid @lucky303 @kuntasage-11 @kaffeine-for-kravings @bigguy1290 and all the kind strangers - Thank you.

Anyway...

Thanks, I'll take care of myself. You too. And keep an eye out for more fem reader content!

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uvonobu · 7 months ago

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Some thoughts abt the new chapters cause they come out soon and I’m gonna die

(Not predictions, just me yapping)

okay dawg. So we all know the phantom troupe members are almost DEFINITELY gonna die. So I’m gonna yap abt what I need to see from them before they die bc if they all die stupid anti climatic deaths I’m gonna CRASH OUT

So I’ve known Shizuku and Nobunaga were gonna die from the start. With Shizuku, I’ve prepared myself for her death. So I won’t crash out THAT bad. Though, I really hope we get some dialogue about why she joined the troupe. I’m calling it right now, it’s gonna be that she joined the troupe because she wanted meteor city reforms but the useless fucking village elders don’t do shit so joined the only group that had actually made changes in meteor city. Yes, she knew what she was getting into, and yes, she knows they aren’t heroes. But their influence is super important to meteor city and I think it’d also be a good way to show the troupe’s relationship with the meteorians in a way that doesn’t feel forced. Plus it’d also flesh out Shizuku’s character more. Two birds with one stone pls hear my cries Togashi pleas

With Nobunaga, I’ve also accepted his death. Though there are certain things I need to see before he dies to be fully okay with it. For example, seeing his hatsu. If he dies without us seeing his hatsu, I’m crashing out. Actually, yk what’s worse? If we see his hatsu and it’s FUCKING STUPID. LIKE. DAWG. WE’VE WAITED YEARS TO SEE NOBUNAGA’S HASTU AND UR GONNA TELL ME ITS SRSLY SOME DUMB ASS SHIT. BRO. I KNOW HES AN ENHANCER BUT CMON…. I’ll forgive both of these things if Nobunaga gets to talk or think about Uvo one last time before his death. You guys know how I am…. Rrrrr… uvonaga….. but overall, if he dies in an anticlimactic way at the hands of hisoka I wont crash out THAT bad. I’ll be annoyed, but I could handle it

Now…. There’s a theory going around that Nobunaga might go by himself to fight Kurapika if he learns he’s on the boat. And I’m not here to talk about the logistics of that, but if that DOES happen, ohbmy god. Nobunaga straying from their mission to kill Hisoka so he can kill the chain user would be SO . OH MY GOD. It would be so selfish. But oh my god, it would be so good… it would really show how strong their bond really was. Nobunaga dying for Uvo genuinely might make throw up I’m getting nauseous thinking about it god that would be such a perfect way to end their story imgonnadie

Okay sorry moving on . If Bono’s gonna die PLEASE make it later down the line. Pls . I cannot handle his death vro. I mean, like… I’ll understand if he DOES die but I won’t be happy abt it…. We just need some more time with him pls Togashi pls… let the readers form an attachment to him first…. PLEADHHRHEJKSK all I’m asking for with Bono is more time and more dialogue thats all I want

Machi was already set to die. It’s so crazy, but Togashi wanted to kill her off when Hisoka woke up. She’s basically living on overtime right now, she was NOT meant to live this long. So I can’t really be that mad if she does die cause he was already being generous in giving us more time with her

Okay so I actually will not be crashing out if Phinks dies . Like at all. Sorry Phinks I love you but your death would be SO interesting. God, can you imagine Feitan’s reaction to that? I need to see it so bad. I’ll be super sad if he dies but I’ll also be excited because it’ll open the door to so many interesting paths to take the phantom troupe with

Feitan will probably be one of the last to die so I will probably be numb by then. I’ll probably cry cause he’ll die with all his friends gone and he wasn’t able to protect them and that’s rlly sad to think abt so I won’t be crashing out per say but I’ll definitely be depressed

So. With all the other members, I had been thinking about their deaths since I started rewatching hxh. But. It only recently occurred to me that Franklin might die. And !!! I will be brutally murdering all of you😄😄😁 I will kill everyone on tumblr I will kill everyone on TikTok I will definitely kill everyone on twitter and I will kill everyone I know irl you guys will see me on the news for mass murder I will GENUINELY crash out none of you will be safe from my wrath I will have unprecedented levels of pure rage in my system and I will be doing nothing but screaming in agony for multiple days on end you guys will unfortunately have to deal with my posts about her death for at least two weeks straight I will not be nice about this I will grab a gun and air out this fuckass app in memory of Franklin she means so much to me I will cry so hard I will NOT be okay

And Chrollo’s just not dying. I FULLY believe that Hisoka will just leave Chrollo alone after killing all the spiders. Why? Because it’d be so unspeakably cruel. And it would fit the narrative themes so well. I think Chrollo losing his nen and Kurapika saying he’ll have to understand understand the grief of losing the people he loves was foreshadowing... or maybe I’m delusional… but think about how insane that would be guys I fully believe this I’m sticking with it unless I get proven wrong

And that’s all thanks for my listening to my yap sesh if Franklin dies I will livestream viral rope and chair challenge😁😁😁😁😁😁

#hxh #togashi pls bring back my beautiful purple haired wife I miss her

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