#it was supposed to be a goof. a gaffe

[ya-zz]

I really want something a little bit silly with the very serious robut so I have a request, please hear me out

So Ramattra with a crush on a little human who is friends with Zenyatta and absolutely gets into shenanigans with him. Like they’re usually quiet and even timid but the moment Zen asks them to help him with a little prank or goofs and gaffs or a little bit of trolling they are in.

Mischievous is the word I’m looking for…

Also I love the way you write Rama so ty in general because (chef’s kiss🤌) ✨marvelous✨

Aaaa thank you! This was such a fun request to do!

Gotta add Zen into the gif for his participation in this~

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1620

For a few months now, you and Zenyatta formed this bond, one full of playfulness and banter. You would go to him when you needed help and he was usually always there and he would always come to you when he was feeling mischievous - he had a new scheme each week. Of course, they were harmless pranks, never intended to hurt any omnic. Being the only human in the Monastery was challenging at times, so having Zenyatta there made it worthwhile. 

He brought you out of your shell for a moment or two, and you greatly appreciated that.

Just like any other day, Ramattra would wander the halls of the Monastery, the metallic feet of his tapping away as he walked, a schedule he rarely broke unless absolutely necessary. However, there had been a lot of noise recently, especially between another monk and a human. The other monks didn’t seem to mind, but it clearly irritated the ravager until he finally gave in and ignored the laughter altogether. 

Yet, despite all of the irritation, he would still listen, his circuits warming when he hears you laugh. If he could smile, he would - just the thought of you laughing brought him some comfort he hadn’t really felt for a long time. 

Ramattra never admitted it, but you had grown on him, more than any human had ever done in the past. The irritating days grew into a soft admiration in a matter of weeks, and with the help of his brother, those feelings only grew more. 

Now, today was no different - Ramattra went about his day, sitting outside and meditating in the spring time sun, the orb of his hovering above him, slowly spinning in rhythm of his ‘breathing’ as the breeze gently passed by. 

But that peace was disturbed when he heard two entities approaching. His head tilted, trying to pick out the footsteps. Only when he heard your laugh did he know who else was with you. 

“Ah, brother.” Zenyatta calls out, waving at Ramattra when he turns. “I do not suppose you could look after [y/n] for awhile? I have an errand to run.” 

Ramattra looks at you, noticing the hesitant smile. “Of course.” He cocks his head to the side, wanting to seem friendlier than what his appearance lets on. 

“Thank you. I will not be long.” Zenyatta gently taps your shoulder as he walks away. You smile gently at his touch before turning your attention to the larger monk as he turns back, facing forward to resume his meditation. 

You took a seat next to him, careful to leave enough space between the two of you, the grass beneath you feeling warm against your knees. The air around you was calm, sun shining warmly on your cheeks as you look out across the mountains. 

No words were said between the two of you, despite Ramattra wanting to talk. He glances down at you every so often, noticing the way your breathing softly and in rhythm to his orb. For once, he realises another purpose of it, to bring you comfort and peace, should you ever sit next to him again. In that moment, he was content with everything. 

He was that content that he never saw his sensors going off in the corner of his vision. His mind was too busy in thought, his guard was down… 

It was the perfect moment for Zenyatta to strike and you were just the distraction and the perfect one you were. Zenyatta knew, he knew quite a lot than what he let on. The way Ramattra looked at you was all he needed to fuel the next act of his play. 

Pulling a harmless prank on Ramattra was not something you had ever wanted to do. You knew who and what he was, what he had done before coming to the Monastery, but having Zenyatta with you only fuelled what little courage you had inside. You sat there, listening to the humming within Ramattra’s body, feeling the warmth on your cheeks before droplets of water rained down on the pair of you. 

“Rain was not on the forecast today.” Ramattra spoke out, head still facing the mountains in front. He raised his hand slowly, but no rain was landing on him. 

You look up, the sky still clear and blue. “Perhaps a sudden burst of rain?” You suggest, knowing exactly what was about to happen. 

“It has stopped.” He remarked. By the time he noticed the warning in his system, it was too late. A sudden splash of cold water hits him in the back, dripping down the metal framework. He lets out a surprised gasp, head tilting back slightly from the sudden cold. Ramattra stands and turns around, head cocking to the side as he speaks. “Brother. Do you think this is funny?”

Zenyatta lowers the water gun and you can tell he has a smug smile behind the expressionless faceplate of his. “Very. Did you think you were free from us?”

Ramattra turns to look at you as you let out a small laugh before standing up, brushing the dirt from your legs. 

“Sorry.” There was a light airy tone to your voice as you smiled, turning to face your partner in crime, a small nod of your head.

The smaller monk raises his weapon again, pointing it directly at Ramattra. 

“Don’t you dare.” Ramattra’s voice was low as he stared down Zenyatta. 

There was no hesitation as Zenyatta fired the water directly at his omnic brother but the water never hits him. Ramattra’s movements were quick as he grabbed your arm and pulled you in front of him. The yelp you gave out as the cold water hits you was all the satisfaction he needed, a smug feeling spreading throughout his body. Ramattra kept you in his grasp as he moves his optics on his brother. 

“I warned you.” He spoke out. “Look at what you have done.” A mockingly pity tone joined his voice. 

You inhale sharply as a breeze passes by, your shirt sticking to your skin as you look at Zenyatta, his head cocking to the side slighty as if to silently apologise. Ramattra’s hands never left your shoulders, keeping you in place, a shield for anymore attacks. 

Ramattra leans down to speak to you, head gently brushing your ear. “That is what you get for being his accomplice.” He chuckles, his proximity making your cheeks warm. “Getting my guard down was one thing, I’ll give you that.” He admits. “Whatever shall I do with you now?” You could hear the playfulness in his tone as you feel him squeeze your shoulders gently, still not removing them from your body.

“Zen-” You speak up.

“No, no, look at me.” Ramattra moved one of his hands, placing his thumb and forefinger on your chin, turning you to look at him. “He cannot help you now.” 

You glance over at Zenyatta who was just standing there, head cocked to the side, watching everything happen.

Ramattra’s circuits warmed up at the sight of you, so helpless, so… cute. 

“In fact…” He looks over at Zenyatta then back at you and the realisation hits you. 

“No- No, don’t you dare!” You look over at your friend who had already raised the water gun at you. “Zen, I swear to-” Before you could even finish, water splashes on your torse, the breeze only adding to cold. Ramattra holds you still, smaller droplets falling down his faceplate from the backsplash. 

Ramattra chuckles again as you struggle, a faint warmth spreading through his chassis. The feelings he felt for you only just grew more and more with your pleas. 

“Zen, stop!” You cry out, laughing as your legs give way, dropping your body to the floor. You keep laughing, leaning back against Ramattra’s legs as you try to catch your breath. Ramattra looks down at you on the ground, relishing in the moment of your laughter. He enjoys listening to your laugh, something of which he won’t admit just yet. He enjoys the change in your body language when you’re comfortable just as much as he enjoys the more timid side of you. Every part of you he adores more and more the longer he’s around you. The monks look at each other, nodding in silence, passing silent words to each other before Zenyatta lowers his weapon and slowly approaches you. 

Ramattra hooks his hands underneath your arms and pulls you up, eliciting a surprised gasp from you. 

“I am sorry, [y/n].” He speaks, standing in front of you.

“I will get you back for that.” You reply to him, subtly accepting his apology. 

Zenyatta chuckles at that before looking up at his brother. “Perhaps you should go inside and dry off before you catch a cold.” 

“I wouldn’t have to if someone didn’t use me as a shield.” You turn and face Ramattra, wiping your cheek as a droplet of water falls down it. 

“My apologies.” He looks down at you, the smugness still coursing through his wires. “Come, my quarters are closer.” He offers his hand out to you, hoping you will accept and when you do, he feels his metal heart skip a beat, his servos warming up at the contact. He notices the blush on your cheeks, how you’ve become shy once more. Ramattra keeps his optics on you before turning and leading you back down the path towards the Monastery, hand still holding yours. He feels your heartbeat pick up, a silent sigh escaping him.

Zenyatta watches on and if he could smile at the sight before him, he would. His plan had worked, and he had you both to thank for that. 

[itzpris15634]

Some Swap 7 AU stuff! But only involving 4 out of the 7 of them. These are written with a Human AU in mind. I'll be making use of the names I gave them, if applicable.

This was mostly all supposed to be silly goofs and gaffs about their hobbies, but oops, I accidentally added a bit too much tragedy to the mix-

Shoudl I put a warning? I'll put one here, to be safe.

If you click to read more, you'll be greeted to mentions of neglect, amputation, abuse, and generally unsafe living situations. It doesn't go into extreme extreme detail, but I figure it's still worth a warning.

Scarletta - Scarletta's relationship with her parents was almost non-existent. They were too busy in their own fighting to even notice they had a daughter.

Scarletta found comfort in a friend. They'd do everything together. She found herself staying way more often at her friend's house than her own. She was even allowed to borrow their musical instruments, which is how her passion for music started.

They've been friends for years. They decided to make a promise- to be there for each other, no matter what.

...Until that friend reveals they'll be moving away.

Scarletta is heartbroken. She's come to depend on them too much. What is she going to do now? She begs and pleads with them to stay somehow, but it's been settled. Their parents have already done all the paperwork, purchasing, and preparing for the move.

Scarletta isn't quite the same after that. No one has ever been able to fill that emptiness in her heart. She'll snap and get agitated at anyone who tries.

Charlie/Cheep-Cheep - Charlie is bright and smart, full of many great ideas to share with his friends. His love for technology and science stems from his father. The two shared a passion for working with tech and machinery, constantly working on new ideas together. All was going well... until, one day, Charlie was involved in an accident involving one of their machines. He survived, but lost his left arm. His father, regretful that he couldn't save his son, lost the spark he had for iventing. Charlie, on the other hand, never gave up. He continued working on his passion- even building himself a new arm- and he hoped to reignite his father's spark so they could bond again, just like they used to.

It never happened. Charlie's father later died, that spark forever lost .

Charliw vowed that he'd make use of his talents to help other people with their passions and ideas, hoping that it will make up for what he's lost.

Mitzi - Mitzi feels like she's constantly been walking on eggshells her whole life. It started with her parents, who'd beat and berate her if she didn't follow what they said. So, she started doing everything at home, hoping to please them. She'd exhaust herself with cleaning work, she'd go out in the middle of the night just because they were craving something despitr the possible threats, she'd keep quiet about everything. The parents never quite seemed to appreciate Mitzi's efforts- they seemed annoyed that she was still there, actually- but at least she'd be keeping her new scars to a minimum.

That was years ago, long back in her childhood. One parent has died, the other she found the courage to cut off. But no doubt they left an impact on her. So here she is now. A people pleaser, she'll do anything and everything to keep you happy, even if at her own detriment.

Simon/Shivers - At first, things seemes okay for Simon Winters. Sure, his parents fought quite often- stuff about his mom being way too spendthrifty- but he was too young to understand. When his dad- the only income of their family- decides to leave, it gets worse. Mrs. Winters spent the money he left them on drinks and bets, not leaving much for her son. He couldn't even find an extra blanket to keep him from shivering in the cold. Simon started working odd jobs and gigs for some sort of cashflow, but balancing work and school wasn't too easy.

He resorted to shoplifting and theft. Did it make him feel a bit guilty? A little, but did he have much of a choice?

Unfortunately for him, old habits die hard, and he continues his theft to his adulthood. Even on things he doesn't quite need.

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In a nutshell: parental issues. Except for cheep cheep, kinda, but still.

I'm yet to solidify my ideas about Shahrukh, Felina, and Esteban, but I'll make another one of this if ever I do :')) I probably should come up with something for Josh... but that'll be a future me thing to deal with lmao

...

Why do I have more backstory for side characters than I do the main 7?

[linkspussy]

Flashback to the time I accidentally made an insanely good Link piss edit that was supposed to be only for goofs and gaffs

[i-consume-content]

THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS: PILOT

A Promising Premise with a Playful Plot

SPOILERS AHEAD

I’ll be upfront: I don’t like clowns. I’m not afraid of them, but something about them makes me… uncomfortable. Overly joyous, bright and flashy, and more effective at drawing in a crowd of those goblins we call “children” than a box of Capri-Sun. The Amazing Digital Circus (which will henceforth be referred to in this article as TADC) plays with the vibes I get from clowns perfectly, goblin children and all.

Quick plot synopsis! We find ourselves inside the titular Amazing Digital Circus, a virtual world in which a wacky cast of characters have been trapped for an unknown amount of time. The story follows Pomni, the newcomer, as she tries to escape the circus and get back to the real world without losing her mind. After meeting the other suckers trapped in this world (and then running away from one of them), Pomni finds an exit door free-standing in the middle of the tent. After running through a Backrooms-like facility, her efforts turn out to be all for naught, since the ringmaster Caine hasn’t even finished building the exit. Whoopsies! Yeah, a bunch of other stuff happens, but the B-plot isn’t really as interesting as Pomni’s journey.

I’m going to start the actual review part of this article with the art and animation. The love and care put into making the characters feel alive is not to be overlooked, and it’s clear that the team behind TADC took care in making sure the animation was the best it could be. The characters are expressive in the way they walk, run, and use their hands. Each design is unique and fun, with none of them being standout great and none lagging behind. My personal favorite design is Caine, who is as wonderfully ridiculous as the circus he runs. An honorable mention to Gangle, whose ribbon body leads to some genuinely funny goofs and gaffs in the show. I think the only character design I have problems with is Zooble, a mishmash of multicolored parts of many styles. It’s a neat idea in concept, and Gooseworx’s previous works prove abstract designs can be pulled off well, but Zooble is way too cluttered for my tastes.

Something I really enjoy about TADC is how well it pulls off sound. Music production and voice acting are my hobbies and sound work is my job, so it's always nice to see a show or movie pull off sound well. Goofy character movements are often accentuated by bouncy and cartoony sound effects, and the overall mixing and mastering of the episode is high-quality. At no point did it feel like any character was too loud or too quiet, too bland or too overeffected. I like the subtle changes in reverb as the camera switches to a new point of view, a thing that in hindsight seems obvious but many people may miss when making a show like this. I must also commend the voice actors and voice directors for their amazing work bringing these characters to life and giving them personality. As soon as I heard Caine in the promotional material, I realized it was a complete no-brainer to bring on Alex Rochon to use the Spamton voice from his Deltarune dubs. I also must point out Michael Kovach's work as Jax, being just obnoxious enough to make you want to hate him but not enough to stop you from absolutely loving him. The music is also fantastic, as one comes to expect from the talented hands of Gooseworx. It should come as no surprise that my favorite track from the pilot is Your New Home, and I seem to be far from the only one with that opinion.

Unfortunately, it's not all sunshine and rainbows with TADC. I do have one major gripe with the show, and that's the writing. The story is intriguing and entertaining, but a lot of dialogue near the beginning of the episode falls flat for me. It's a good script assisted by great VAs, but it really does feel like some of the dialogue is trying to cram in lots of information in a shorter time frame, to the point where some of it feels stilted and drags on. However, I suppose I can understand why this is the case. A pilot is a way for a show to tell the audience what it's doing, what it's about, and why you should watch. Thus, it's reasonable to put more information into a pilot than feels necessary, so that you don't need to take as long to get someone hooked.

All in all, TADC is a lovely show that I highly recommend checking out if you haven't already, and I wish the best of luck to GLITCH, Gooseworx, and the rest of the team in funding a full season of this show.

FINAL RATING:

A Breaking Point out of 10

- Rock

[byneddiedingo]

Cary Grant in North by Northwest (Alfred Hitchcock, 1959)

Cast: Cary Grant, Eva Marie Saint, James Mason, Jessie Royce Landis, Leo G. Carroll, Josephine Hutchinson, Martin Landau, Philip Ober. Screenplay:  Ernest Lehman. Cinematography: Robert Burks. Production design: Robert F. Boyle. Film editing: George Tomasini. Music: Bernard Herrmann. 

There's a famous gaffe in North by Northwest, in the scene in which Eve Kendall (Eva Marie Saint) shoots Roger Thornhill (Cary Grant). Before she fires the gun, you see a young extra in the background stop his ears against the noise, even though it's supposed to surprise and panic the crowd. It's so obvious a mistake that you wonder how the editor, George Tomasini (who was nominated for an Oscar for the film), could have missed it. The usual explanation is that he couldn't find a way to cut it out, or didn't have footage to replace it. And after all, in the days before home video, would the audience in the theater notice? Even if they did, they would have no easy way to confirm that they had actually seen it. But I have a different suspicion: I think that they showed the goof to Alfred Hitchcock, and that he laughed and left it in. For above all else, North by Northwest is a spoof, a good-natured Hitchcockian jest about a genre that he had virtually invented in 1935 with The 39 Steps: the wrong man chase thriller, in which the good guy finds himself on the run, pursued by both the bad guys and other good guys. The ear-plugging kid fits in with the film's general insouciance about plausibility. A couple who climb down the face of Mount Rushmore, she in heels (and later in stocking feet) and he in street shoes? A lavish modern house with a private air strip that seems to be on top of the mountain, only a few hundred yards from the monument? A good-looking man who seems to go unnoticed by the crowds in New York and Chicago and on the train in between, even though his face is on the front page of every newspaper? A beautiful blond woman who shows up just at the right moment to take him in and not only hide him on the train but also make love to him? Only a director with Hitchcock's skill and aplomb could take on such a tall tale and make it work, keeping you thoroughly entertained in the process. Of course, he had one of the greatest leading men of all time to work with and a leading lady with enough skill to evoke his favorite, Grace Kelly, without embarrassing herself. He had Bernard Herrmann's wonderful score, alternately pulse-pounding and romantic, and Robert Burks's cinematography. He had James Mason, Martin Landau, and Jessie Royce Landis as support. I would call it my favorite Hitchcock film, but only when I've just seen it, and my ranking will probably change the next time I see Notorious (1946) or Rear Window (1954) again.

[coldcanadianwinters]

Bad Dog Bites and Original Bad Dog Bites!

oooooo baby okay okay SO STRAP IN FOR A LONG EXPLANATION HAHA I'll put it under a read-more bc I KINDA WENT BUCKWILD WITH THIS EXPLANATION I'M SORRY JUBES

:') I'M JUST EXCITED

To preface, I actually lied when I replied to your post first - in fact SIX of those fics are crossovers between the two Personas that I've played (4 and 5) lmfao and that includes both versions of BDB :)

Originally, the fic was supposed to take place immediately after Royal, and Akechi's alive and contacted by Sae bc my theory is that it was her officers that was escorting him back to somewhere when you catch a glimpse of him at the very end of the game through the train window. The idea was that, now that she's transitioning to being a defense lawyer, Sae's noticing a lot more of an uptick in corruption through the government, and especially noticing shit to do with the shadow world, whether that be Metaverse or otherwise. So she's bringing in the guy who's in hiding and who she can like use some leverage over (seeing as the Phantom Thieves are supposed to be disbanded now and they're going their separate ways so she can't just employ them for this) and who also has Persona powers, and ask him to help her deal with this. But she also knows that the shadow world is dangerous to deal with on its own... and I know that the government has records of Naoto having Persona powers (thank you beginning of P4 Arena lmfao - I haven't finished watching the playthrough that I found of that one tho bc I realised that P4A has so many spoilers for P3 and I don't want that yet soooo I'll just have to wait until after I play P3 to finish that vid haha), so to help him, she calls in the first Detective Prince.

The goofs and gaffs were gonna come from the fact that, if they met in canon (PQ2 doesn't count in this situation bc I haven't played it yet LMAO), they would immediately hate each other hsgfh and then they'd slowly grow to trust each other in combat, even if they do absolutely hate each other, and it would come to a head when they get surrounded, probably in the TV World bc they're gonna be bouncing back and forth between each other's worlds (and the P3 shadow world - Tartarus? - but I first gotta play that game first *squeezes my hands into fists* so) and are forced to perform a Showtime where, since both of them and their Personas can learn Megidolaon, they basically do this little theatrical show of 'hey I can do things better than you watch!' and then annihilate the surroundings and the shadows by using that move at once together. And then after that they would have to deal with the fact that hey, the other one actually is willing to work with me and keep the both of us from getting killed... huh....

I thought it was a cool idea, though like the majority of the plot is wholly obscured to me bc I didn't really have an end goal besides making Akechi eventually go back to Leblanc and see the P5 protag again, though maybe it could be something similar to P5 where they take down a major political figure? or like the lead scientist trying to use the shadows for their own evil will or something, and I also didn't have most of the middle stuff ready, just like key scenes that I'd dreamt up and stuff haha

But then the second version, which is the one just titled Bad Dog Bites now, has some different stuff going on - this time, it's 4 years after the end of P5, so Akechi's been in hiding for a while after having survived back then, and he's probably doing something but he's really secretive and on the dl about it. He doesn't want to be found by the authorities so he changes address and phone number constantly, I've written him relatively ooc rn but I'm working on fixing that lmfao, he's got some shit to deal with and he definitely doesn't want to be found by the former Phantom Thieves.

The idea is the fic opens up in Akechi's current apartment, and he's doing something at his desk that the audience isn't allowed to fully know about yet, when someone knocks on his door. He's obviously suspicious, and when he goes to peek through his peep hole and then after crack the door with the chain in, Naoto is there, and when he lets the original DP in, they explain to him (after some like banter, immediate hate bc they would hate each other hghs, and some coaxing of information) that they've been hired to help hunt him down (and though they don't say by who, Naoto was def hired by the P5 protag, but like 3-ish years ago, so instead of telling him that, Naoto tells him they were hired recently by Sae, bc that'll also technically be true).

Actually, I might add in, too, that the TV World fog was seeping into Akechi's apartment and that helped Naoto hunt him down? I think that could be interesting... and Akechi doesn't notice bc it's been a slow build, but something across Japan has been causing the walls of the TV World to thin (and maybe also the Metaverse and Tartarus bounds) and let them seep into the real world, which of course is a problem. This'll tie well into my plan for this fic too - the pair of Detective Princes get contracted to dive into the various shadow worlds at random by government agents so that scientists can test the reactions of Shadows and stuff, etc etc basically they gotta play along until they can target the head of this evil government snake organization and take it down together swiftly and effectively, giving info back to Sae for safekeeping and occasionally bumping into other major characters from the games. And at the end, they find where all three of these shadow worlds are converged and have to fight the big bad boss down there to separate Tartarus, the TV World, and the Metaverse again and also separate all three from the real world once more.

There'll be changing perspectives between Akechi's pov and Naoto's pov, changing probably either chapter to chapter or every other chapter, depending on the vibes haha, and in the end, when they do take down the big bad (both of the shadow worlds and the head organizer of this whole thing who's trying to control the shadow worlds), or maybe after, then Akechi is forced to realise that hey actually living in isolation like he had been sucks shit and makes plans to meet up with the p5 protag. Maybe he even does meet up with him, at the end of the fic, I haven't decided yet haha

I'll still be keeping the Showtime idea that I had bc ngl that scene drove a lot of my want to write this fic in the first place, though I still gotta finagle a way of making it written out as cool as it was in my head without being either over- or under-explained and flashy, idk haha, but beyond that and Naoto and Akechi forced to work together their plots were gonna be actually really different. Plus, I figured I could maybe do more with their characters, because for Akechi it's 4 years later so he's like 20-21, but for Naoto, it's been a Hot Minute since they've had to go about doing shadow world stuff I think (though maybe I'm wrong and they've been doing shadow world stuff this whole time! idk), so they're now 24-25 and Working Through It haha

Anyways! That's the whole idea 🫠 I know this was a really long reply but I just,,, I've been thinking about this fic a whole bunch haha

There's still some things I gotta tweak out still, and I gotta actually write the damned thing too, but! There ya go haha

[peachypizzicato]

oh for fucks sake

[felidaeng]

bluespacequeen replied to your post: You reblogged a post about homophobes making fun...

I mean to be fair, being gay doesn’t stop you from being bigoted. Just look at TERFs! But yeah this person is right tho you really shouldn’t support those jerks making fun of that poor kid.

i mean yeah obviously but like? i feel like if they really wanted to know if i was they could just take 2 seconds and look through my posts instead of just uhhh asking someone if theyre homophobic when they ARE gay.... i guess if that post makes a lot of people uncomfortable i can delete it but? the absurdity of the ENTIRE post is why i reblogged it, not the kid. 

[incorrect-homestuck-quotes-honk]

Gamzee, admitting a murder: aLrIgHt It WaS mE gUyS iT wAs SuPpOsEd To Be A fUnNy PrAnK. a GoOf, A gAfF, a GaFa EvEn

[jising-jisang-jisung]

Hi, for the prompt game I was thinking some Haechan fluff maybe 14 and/or 15? Thank youuuuuu 💜

15. "Stop flirting with me" + 14. "did you just kiss me?" "Was I not supposed to?"

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"Well it's not my fault I got paired with you for this project," you sigh. You had been trying to work on a PowerPoint with Donghyuck for the past half hour, but he kept goofing off. "Can you just focus?"

"I can focus on you, baby," he smirked, jokingly flirting with you the whole time you'd been working.

"Stop flirting with me. We need to get this assignment done," you push his chest lightly, creating more space between the two of you.

"I'm serious, y/n," he looks you in the eye with no hint of hesitation. "I'm not just messing around."

You force yourself to break eye contact first, not willing to let him see how red you could feel your face become. Hyuck was very handsome, you have to admit, but he never seemed to be serious. He was just immature and silly.

"I can prove it to you," he raises his eyebrows. "Let's make a deal. If I don't distract you for the rest of this assignment, you have to go on a date with me after." He sticks out his hand, grabbing yours and shaking it before you had the chance to decline.

Honestly, you were shocked how his demeanor changed. He suddenly had drive and motivation to do the work, and you both finished in under an hour.

"Fine," you feign disappointment. "A deal is a deal. What are we doing?"

"Are you hungry?" He asks you, to which you nod your head. "Great, let's get dinner. We could go out or I could cook-"

"You? Cook? I doubt that," you laugh.

"Oh is that a challenge?" He gaffes. "Then we're heading to mine," he takes your hand, pulling you out of the library and swinging your hands as you walk along the sidewalk. "Here we are," his voice breaks you out of your daze.

You couldn't help but think that Donghyuck might seriously like you, that he wasn't just playing around. As you walked into his apartment, you could see how clean he was. Sure, there were games or movies here and there, but overall it was pretty nice, especially since you don't think he was expecting company.

"So, what do you want to eat?" He raises his eyebrows, and you find it very charming.

"Why don't we just eat some ramen," you suggest, still weary of the boy's cooking abilities.

"Coming right up, babe," he hustles into his kitchenette as you find new things to snoop and explore. "All done!" He calls a few minutes later.

He pulls out a chair for you like a true gentleman, making you have strange thoughts you'd rather not have. Maybe Donghyuck is actually a really sweet guy. And he's attractive too.

You force those ideas out of your head and just eat your food with little small talk. You half expected the lack of talking to be awkward, but it wasn't. He seemed just as eager to eat as you did.

"Thanks for the meal, Donghyuck," you offer a soft smile as you make your way back to his door.

"Do you want me to walk you home?" He overzealously volunteers.

"I'm okay," you shake your head, "I have a lot to think about anyways."

He quizzically raises an eyebrow at your statement. Of course it was cute.

You figured that moment was as good as any, and leaned in a little over half way, allowing him to close the small gap on his own accord.

"Did you just kiss me?" He winks at you, his regular flirtatious behavior reappearing.

"Oh, was I not supposed to?" You feign innocence right back.

He laughs brightly, "I'll see you tomorrow in class."

"And after class?"

[abbybubbls]

This is what gets me about the community sometimes. It’s the most friendliest, welcoming, sarcastic, most amazing community I’d ever consider myself to be in (5 years and counting!), but then there’s this ONE moment that was supposed to be all for goofs and gaffs, which makes people go sideways SO EASILY, and it causes chaos in the stupidest ways possible.

I’m lucky enough not to see any bullying or death threats towards anybody, no matter if it’s related to today’s events, or from something two years ago, but I guess this is just one of those days in the fandom that grinds my gears.

In other words... bleargh.

[obscure-sentimentalist]

flommy prompt: laughing together

[Thank you!! :-) This was a fun one, in the respect that I got to poke fun at a goof I made myself a few days ago, give it a shippy twist, and then make it even more emotional than was originally intended. Which I guess is my Flommy MO these days.]

In Tommy’s defense, it’s been a long week on all fronts, and at least he was still on something of a geographic track.

A giggle slips through Felicity’s lips—lovely pink and pressed firmly together in restrained amusement—just before they disappear behind the spread of take-out menus in her hand. Still, the makeshift fan leaves her eyes exposed, glittering with mirth behind her glasses.

“Sorry, what… what was that?” Felicity’s voice hits an unusually high pitch by the end of the question, straining under the effort to keep the laughter down. Without lowering the menus, she uses her free hand to motion in the vicinity of her left ear. “Think I misheard you.”

It’s a clearly-offered opening for Tommy to correct himself without issue, as if Felicity feels bad for laughing at an innocent fumble and wants to do the polite thing. As someone who’s made bigger (and Freudian-er) slips and had them respectfully—yet awkwardly—ignored, she must consider it a fair trade-off since she’s already blown past not acknowledging it.

Maybe, in any other situation, Tommy would take that opportunity and make a recovery, suave and smooth. Doing so certainly would have saved him a number of times in the past, instead of jerkily backtracking over a flub and making it even messier. This is a simple enough fix, a chance to take out a couple additional syllables and put a pin on the correct side of his mental map of the world this time.

A kindness, but not an out that Tommy needs. Both of them are prone to verbal goofs and filter failure, so owning up to a gaffe and any amusement it invokes seems like the right—and only—choice.

More than anything, though, Tommy likes to hear Felicity laugh.

��Sure thing,” he replies brightly, fighting the urge to join in for just a bit longer. He drops his elbows onto the kitchen island and rests his chin atop his hands to peer up at Felicity on the opposite side. “I said I was good with getting Chinese tonight—I’m feeling chicken, but maybe not Saska—”

Just as expected, the word gets cut short and drowned out by Felicity full-on cracking up. She presses her entire face into the menu-fan and collapses against the island, shoulders shaking violently.

That’s all the invitation Tommy needs to give in to his own laughter, harmonizing with Felicity’s hysterics. Never before has he been so delighted to be the butt of a joke.

“Sas- Saskatchewan chicken?” The echo ekes out before another bout of giggles rushes forth, and Felicity finally pries the papers away to reveal the tears flooding her eyes. “You seriously said that.”

“Hey, can’t be that weird a thing,” Tommy counters, his own grin spreading even as he calms with a trailing chuckle. “I’m sure there are plenty of chicken there.”

“Which are possibly used in Szechuan chicken,” Felicity rationalizes, though her voice goes tight in amusement as she drops the correct word. She takes a playful swipe at Tommy’s shoulder with the menus as she gradually regains her composure. “Did you do that on purpose? Because I know you’ve pronounced it correctly in the past, and I’m pretty sure I almost wheezed up a lung just now. If this ends in a run to the ER, I think I deserve to know what put me there.”

“Yes and no,” Tommy admits, before tearing off a paper towel and passing it to Felicity so she can dab at her smeared eye makeup. “First time around, total accident. Picked a province on the wrong continent and it came out before I could catch myself. The second time, though…”

“You caught your mistake and still went…” Felicity pauses mid-question to blow out some air and sweep an arm forward for emphasis “…full-steam ahead?” She balls up the paper towel and slips her glasses back onto her nose. “Just because I was already laughing?”

“Pretty sure it’d be a crime to cut you off when you’re having fun like that—maybe not federal, or anything that’d tingle Oliver’s city-failing senses, but still a wrong done.” Tommy offers a cheerful smile back at Felicity, before he shrugs casually. “And, I mean, your laugh is one of the many reasons why I love you.”

From the way Felicity’s—and almost certainly Tommy’s, in mirror—eyes widen, she’s not going to ask him for another repeat-correction, having heard it loud and clear the first time.

Now the instinct to back up and stagger foolishly through an explanation comes roaring back in full force, forcing Tommy to bite his tongue as discreetly as possible. While they weren’t intended for that moment, none of those final three words were untrue; walking them back would be a cruelty in some way or another.

If it was assured that only Tommy himself would suffer the blow—that it’d do no harm to Felicity to dismiss unwanted and unreciprocated feelings—then maybe he’d consider a cover-up and bury his heart once more. Felicity’s silence and stunned expression, though, are still too indiscernible for Tommy to determine a course of action.

In the end, he doesn’t have to, as proven by the hand that slips gently into his.

“This feels… right, I think,” Felicity muses, a soft smile coming to her lips as her gaze settles on their interlocked hands. She runs her thumb back-and-forth over Tommy’s knuckles, and the motion lulls any lingering tension. “Saying ‘I love you’ for the first time, surrounded by verbal flubs.”

Felicity’s thumb freezes with the rest of her body at that, only her head capable of movement as it snaps up to match Tommy with a panicked stare. “Not that I’m calling that one of said flubs, unless I really did mishear you this time or misinterpreted what was just supposed to be a polite compliment, like ‘I love your laugh in an aesthetic way and nothing deeper.’ I… I’m not trying to put words in your mouth that you didn’t mean that way.”

She stumbles to a stop with an audible exhale, and Tommy uses the pause to clasp at Felicity’s hand with both of his.

“You’re right,” he acknowledges, “that me making a confession this way feels very us. But those slips happen because we’re not thinking of our words, and I can promise you, I’ve spent lots and lots of time focusing on those three.” Tommy leans across the kitchen island, head dipping low as he peers up at Felicity. “I’ll gladly say them as many times as it takes for you to believe them, and well beyond.”

Once again, Felicity’s quiet makes something wobble uneasily in Tommy’s chest, but it calms a split-second later as she leans in to meet him halfway. “Maybe one more time,” she says, a grin tugging at her lips. “I’m having some hearing problems tonight.”

A breathy little laugh escapes Tommy’s mouth at that, but the words that follow are much more deliberate: “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Felicity returns just as sincerely, pressing her forehead to Tommy’s. “Saskatchewan chicken and all.”

Tommy groans comically, eyes fluttering shut as their noses graze each other. “I’m not living that down, am I?”

“Well, I did give you a chance and everything short of white-out,” Felicity points out, greeting Tommy with a teasing gaze when he opens his eyes once more. “You made your own decisions.”

Tommy can’t bring himself to regret any of them in the slightest.

[bonbongiveshell]

I am....overcome

[unanimoustwins]

alright more thoughts:

i dont mind the heavily planned lore streams as much as others seem to and i think the main reason is cause the way that they’re done feels like its trying to achieve something for the individual character.

karl: karl started this with barely a character at all. tftsmp feels like cc!karl is now creating a background for c!karl so that when he enters the main plot he is a fully fleshed out character. this is quite similar to what ranboo did with his solo lore streams but instead of having initial inciting incidents to work off of karl has almost nothing.

quackity: i definitely feel like there was a reason that the most recent episode was all flashback territory. i strongly believe that the future direction for c!quackity’s story in the main plot would seem a bit aimless and ooc if not for these streams.

fundy: the dream stream was cool as hell

and most of all, a lot of viewers are coming into these streams with expectations of how the story is supposed to be told which is pretty outlandish seeing as how the methods of storytelling change all the time. i know we miss the goofs and gaffs but man watching this whole thing transform has been so much fun.

[monotonemanday]

Prompt List Requests!

Hey y’all, I am opening up requests! I never really closed them but I let stuff fall through and got things mixed up. I’m kind of the worst. But I am posting this prompts list! Choose any prompt and give me a MysMe character! Let me know if you want fluff, angst, nsfw, some goofs and gaffs, whatever you fancy!!

~<3~

1.“Come over here and make me.” 2.“Have you lost your damn mind!?” 3.“Please, don’t leave.” 4.“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?” 5.“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” 6.“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” 7.“I almost lost you.” 8.“Wanna bet?” 9.“Don’t you ever do that again!” 10.“Teach me how to play?” 11.“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!” 12.“I think we need to talk.” 13.“Kiss me.” 14.“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.” 15.“So, I found this waterfall…” 16.“It could be worse.” 17.“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…” 18.“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.” 19.“The paint’s supposed to go where?” 20.“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” 21.“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” 22.“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” 23.“Just once.” 24.“You’re the only one I trust to do this.” 25.“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” 26.“I got you a present.” 27.“I’m pregnant.” 28.“Marry me?” 29.“I thought you were dead.” 30.“It’s not what it looks like…” 31.“You lied to me.” 32.“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” 33.“Please don’t do this.” 34.“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.” 35.“You heard me. Take. It. Off.” 36.“I wish I could hate you.” 37.“Wanna dance?” 38.“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” 39.“Hey! I was gonna eat that!” 40.“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?” 41.“You did all of this for me?” 42.“I swear it was an accident.” 43.“YOU DID WHAT?!” 44.“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.” 45.“Tell me a secret.” 46“Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.” 47.“No one needs to know.” 48.“Boo.” 49.“Well this is awkward…”

~<3~

[happymetalgirl]

Neckbeard Deathcamp - White Nationalism Is for Basement Dwelling Losers

I found Neckbeard Deathcamp’s debut album shuffling through the rabbit hole of links on Bandcamp.com, and soon as I saw the cover art and the track titles, I knew I was probably going to have to talk about it.

In case it’s not immediately obvious from the cover and the title, which features a mockery of the eagle crest of Nazi Germany made out of dicks and with a sad Pepe replacing the swastika, this album takes a jab at national socialist black metal and the part of internet community that constitutes the more incognito side of the alt right movement. And it happens in a manner in which the band take neither themselves or the subjects of this album seriously, which is a much better way to treat the ardent and aggressive believers of such stupid ideologies as white nationalism than the counterproductive hysteria that has come from the new political albums from Otep, Prophets of Rage, and Ministry.

With track titles like “Incel Warfare”, “XXXL Obersturmfuhrer Leather Duster”, and “The Fetishization ov Asian Women Despite a Demand for a Pure White Race (Outro)”, reading through the lyrics the band so kindly post alongside each song is a similarly joyfully hilarious. Some of my favorite include “ BATHE YOUR BONES IN BAJA BLAST” (and yes, they are all fully capitalized), “STURM THE KOMMENTS THREAD ONE THOUSAND CUCKS BORN TO DIE”, and “HI FEW THINGS TO START OFF YES I ADDED YOU BECAUSE YOURE A FEMALE GAMER TIS AN AWESOME THING TO SEE IM BRIAN DONT BE INTIMIDATED IM NOT A STEREOTYPICAL GUY / IF ANYTHING ILL BE THE ONE IN THE KITCHEN PLEASE RESPOND”.

Now, the music though, it’s a little underwhelming. I get that this is entire project is a piss take and that it’s supposed to be a very cheeky parody of NSBM. And perhaps the band was aiming to stay ultra-true to the “bedroom 4th reich bands” they dedicate this auditory urine stream to, to paint an ugly realist picture of those groups, rather than putting their best musical foot forward for a joke album. If so, it shows. The music is lacking in interesting writing, discernible riffs, and above potato-tier production. Again, the shit sound, shit writing, and shit style were all probably intended choices. But aside from the intro and outro tracks rattling off nonsense about cucks and about posers bitching about Facebook, respectively, not a single growled lyric is discernible without a close following along with the provided text, and the songs are jammed with the same basic-ass grimy black metal that indeed sounds like it was recorded in a bedroom. Without the comedic imagery and aesthetic of the album, were it just played alone with no context, it would just be another skippable, forgettable raw black metal project. The comedy is not really in the music, the comedy IS the music and how ridiculously shitty it is.

And the approach Neckbeard Deathcamp take is entirely valid, all context considered. It’s not really an album that’s meant for listening to to be repeatedly hit by the jokes it makes, it’s more of a monument than a movie. And by that I mean, it’s something that is best enjoyed for what it is and represents and not so much what it contains. And it’s not like something like Lil Yachty’s Lil Boat mixtape that you can like ironically, or even The Room or Sharknado whose overt B movie satires (intentional or not) are still fun to watch and laugh at for the lengths of their runtimes. This album is more for looking at the outside of, or sending links of to a friend or random internet racist to mess with them. White Nationalism is for Basement Dwelling Losers is a fun, quick shitpost of an album, one that makes for a good goof, a good gaff, but not one that actually inspires repeated front-to-back listens to revel in its sound or its comedy.