#just a lil something something i did for fun

[devilish-cherry]

toji relationship headcanons ♡

ᨳ♡₊➳ toji x reader

ᨳ♡₊➳ crack, fluff

ᨳ♡₊➳ my other works

ᨳ♡₊➳ a/n: thank you to everyone who voted in the poll, big man with bigger issues won so here we are. he’s always been incredibly fun for me to write which probably says a lot about my mental state lmao hope you all enjoy! 💚

₊⊹. first of all, toji never remembers anniversaries. ever. you could tattoo the date on his forehead, and he'd still squint at you and say, "what day is it again? your birthday? didn't we just have one of those last year?"

₊⊹. he will absolutely use your expensive shampoo, your body wash, your moisturizer, and lie about it with a straight face. you're not even mad. you just find it hilarious that the man who's known as the sorcerer killer is now walking around smelling like cherry blossoms and ph-balanced aloe hydration.

₊⊹. he thinks watching two rats fight over a hotdog on the street is peak date material. "look at 'em. real passion. raw competition. that's what romance is missing these days."

₊⊹. despite his strength and killer instincts, this man will break down over ikea instructions. one time he just stabbed the manual and built the shelf completely wrong. now it's a "modern art piece" and you're not allowed to move it. he says it builds character.

₊⊹. toji gets weirdly smug when you wear his clothes, but hides it with deadpan lines like, "didn’t know i was dating a thief." then later mutters to himself, "looks better on you anyway." while pretending he didn't say that out loud.

₊⊹. you once got mad at him and tried to ignore him. toji, unequipped for emotional processing, sat next to you in total silence for fifteen minutes, then handed you a whole rotisserie chicken like it was a peace treaty. "didn't know what flowers you like."

₊⊹. toji doesn't do romantic clichés. if you hint at wanting roses, expect him to show up with a bonsai tree. "it lasts longer and requires discipline. like me. you're welcome."

₊⊹. he sleeps like he's in prison. shirtless, one arm behind his head, the other under the pillow where you know the knife is. you once asked him about it and he said, "habit." you just pulled the blanket higher and went back to sleep.

₊⊹. toji has the audacity to fall asleep mid-argument. you'll be ranting about how he scared the mailman again and look over and he's knocked out, arms crossed, snoring like a diesel truck. wakes up later like, "i heard everything. you were wrong, though."

₊⊹. he does not understand texting etiquette. he always texts like:

"U eat"

"Open door"

"Left meat on table don't let it go cold or ur weak"

"Wtf is an oat milk"

you'll send him something like "i miss you <3" and he'll reply four hours later with "K" then show up at your place with a bag of grilled offal and absolutely zero explanation.

₊⊹. he's absolutely terrible with tech. he calls hdmi "the skinny one" and usb "the fat one". you are IT support. you have accepted this.

₊⊹. toji has zero indoor voice. if you're on a video call and he walks by, expect background commentary like, "did you tell them their haircut looks like it lost a bet?" or "is that the person you said dresses like a sad potato chip?"

₊⊹. if you have a pet, he pretends to hate it. but you've walked in on him napping with it on his chest and making up a nickname like "lil guy". if you make eye contact during this moment, he'll threaten to move out.

₊⊹. dates with toji always accidentally turn into crime documentaries because he can't resist casually pointing out shady individuals with questionable pasts. "yeah, see that noodle shop owner? definitely running something from the back. wanna check?"

₊⊹. he thinks it's hilarious to randomly pick you up and carry you around like luggage without warning. when you squawk and flail indignantly, he just deadpans, "shh, cargo doesn't talk."

₊⊹. watching a crime drama with toji consists of him smugly narrating the killer's methods before they're revealed. he'll glance at you and say, "i'd never get caught doing it like this rookie."

₊⊹. toji has the emotional range of a brick wall, but he occasionally shows affection by silently handing you meat skewers from street stalls and just staring at you until you accept them. if you try to refuse, he'll shove it at your face like, "just eat the damn thing, jeez."

₊⊹. despite his aloofness, when you're sick, he becomes surprisingly doting in his own way. hovering awkwardly, thrusting medication at you, barking stiffly, "get better already. who else is gonna deal with my shit?"

₊⊹. he frequently forgets your friends' names, bluntly calling them things like "short one" or "loud one" or alarmingly once, "the one who smells weird" you still apologize profusely to your friends afterward.

₊⊹. occasionally, he'll randomly flex and glance at you, dead serious, "still got it, right?" he denies caring about your response, yet visibly preens whenever you jokingly swoon.

₊⊹. toji's jokes are basically just dark dad jokes. you trip over something, and he'll chuckle dryly, "careful. your insurance doesn't cover clumsiness."

₊⊹. he denies being sentimental, but once you caught him being suspiciously protective of a particularly ugly cactus, claiming, "this prickly bastard reminds me of myself. annoying and survives despite obvious neglect."

₊⊹. one time he brought his worm cursed spirit over because "he didn't want to leave it alone too long." you screamed when it popped out from behind his shoulder like a creepy pokémon. he got mad and told you you scared it and now it won't come out unless you apologize.

₊⊹. he's embarrassingly proud of his worm cursed spirit, once seriously suggesting you two should start a pet youtube channel. when you reminded him that most people can't see cursed spirits, he stared blankly for a minute before shrugging, "guess we'll just be the first channel where the animal's invisible. groundbreaking content."

₊⊹. toji lowkey believes you're too good for him, but instead of expressing this healthily, he just tries to spoil you in the weirdest ways: brings you odd souvenirs, refuses to let you carry groceries, and once threatened a vending machine because it ate your yen.

₊⊹. he has that annoying middle-aged man confidence where he acts like he can fix anything with tape, a kitchen knife, and raw conviction. you once caught him trying to patch your leaky sink with a sushi tray. "it's water resistant."

₊⊹. toji snores like a war crime. he claims it's "just breathing deeply" but your neighbors have called once to ask if someone was groaning in pain for six hours straight. he blinked at you and said, "tell 'em it's free asmr. they should be thanking me."

₊⊹. when he's half-asleep, toji's actually weirdly affectionate. you'll get sleepy forehead nudges, grunted "stay"s, and one time, the softest ever "you're… too good for me, y'know?" before he passed out with his face in your neck. you pretended not to hear it. but you did.

[coffee-at-daybreak]

late night reading | martin septim x reader

a/n: i may or may not have been recently engulfed by oblivion remastered and of course like the gooner i am, i fell for babygirl martin. he has no business being that precious. ik i'm going a lil off script seeing as i've only written skyrim pieces so far but i hope there's at least a few other ppl who can indulge in both <3 ty so very much for stopping by!!

You don't know what's making more noise - the forest outside, the raging thoughts in your head, or the obnoxious snoring of someone else in the Weynon house.

You turn for the tenth time in your temporary bed. It's a perfectly good bed, but like everything else right now, it just feels ... wrong. Too warm, too soft, you don't know. But you do know you cannot get comfortable enough to even think of sleeping.

As if it's not difficult enough with your mind still racing. It's been a few hours since you returned to Weynon Priory with Martin, only to walk right into disaster. A messy fight, a monk slain, the Amulet of Kings gone. Every bone in your body wanted to chase after those attackers, but Jauffre was right - it was foolish to pursue them through the woods at night.

So, you must wait. Dawn can't be too far off, but Gods, the hours are dragging by.

Your head hurts. You don't know whether it's the lack of sleep, the aftermath of the battle, the stress pulling your body tight like a bowstring - or a fun combination of everything.

Exasperated, you dart out of the bed and head downstairs. Maybe some fresh air will help.

You don't bother being silent with your footsteps, especially with that snoring upstairs. You hurry down the steps and start to cross the room towards the front door when a hushed call of your name comes from behind you.

You turn around, your body half prepared to draw a weapon. But instead of an enemy, you see Martin seated on a bench in the corner, bathed in the faint light of a lantern propped up next to him. His pale blue eyes, softened with concern, catch your own.

"Are you alright?" He asks. His voice is as hushed and gentle as ever. "What's happened?"

You hesitate, glancing between him and the door. "N-nothing. I was just..." You turn your full attention to him. "Wait, what are you doing down here?"

He offers a small, sheepish smile and lifts his hands briefly to reveal an open book in them. "I'm sure it's no surprise, but ... reading."

It's certainly not a surprise. Almost every stop and moment of respite you'd had on your way back from Kvatch involved him reading some tome or another. The familiarity of it is oddly relaxing, though. The erratic pace of your heart and breathing starts to come down.

"Sort of an odd time to be reading, isn't it?" You ask. You keep your tone light to show you're only teasing, but your voice shakes a little on the last word. And attentive as he is, Martin notices.

"Perhaps. But is it not an odd time to be heading outside?" His eyes dart from you to the window, where it's very obviously pitch black outside.

You purse your lips and shrug. "What are the odds we get attacked again?"

Martin just looks at you with deep concern. "Please, do not test those odds."

You smile. It wasn't the first time you said or did something to give him that little crease in his brow, or that worried frown tugging on his lips. Something about that look causes your heart to stir.

You heave a soft sigh and finally step away from the door, instead moving for the same corner as him. To your relief, he scoots over on the bench, leaving just enough space for you.

"I take it you can't sleep either?" You ask as you take a seat next to him. You're close enough to sense the subtle warmth of his body and to catch that faint smell of clean fabric and mint he always carries. You don't know whether to be comforted or thrilled by it.

"There was a feeble attempt made," he admits. "It seems my mind is not as exhausted as my body is."

You nod to that. You start to voice your agreement when you're interrupted by another loud snore from upstairs. "I suppose it comes easy to some people," you mutter.

Martin gives you a soft chuckle, a rare but delightful sound to your ears. "I am envious of them," he says.

A moment of quiet passes, then he is asking you again with that oh so gentle voice. "Are you alright?"

You stare at your boots, mulling over your response. "I don't know. I feel a little ... overwhelmed."

There's another pause as he gives you a chance to continue. That's when you realize who exactly you're talking to. You fight back a cringe and turn to look at him. "I'm sorry. I'm sure that's nothing compared to how you feel."

His face softens and he shakes his head. "This is no competition, my friend. Your feelings are valid." He casts a glance to the woods visible through the window. "There is a lot ahead of us, and it's natural to be uncertain."

You feel a small jab in your chest. You wonder if he's thinking of his approaching title as Emperor. To go from a simple priest to the next ruler of Cyrodiil... He sure has a lot on his plate.

"But I have faith it will all unfold as we go, and we are on the right path." His eyes flick back to meet yours. "I am glad we are on it together."

Warmth blooms from inside you. Some of it even reaches your skin, your cheeks tingling a little as you smile at him.

He suddenly looks away, averting his gaze. Maybe you're imagining it in the low glow of the lantern, but it actually looks like he might be the flushed one.

"I am sorry you are unable to sleep," he adds. "If there is anything in particular you would like to speak of, I am here to listen."

Your heart swells at the offer, and you do consider it for a second. "Thank you, but it's alright. I'd rather just keep my mind off of it." Your eyes jump to the book in his hands. "Can I ask what you're reading?"

He turns it to show you the cover. "'Incident at Necrom'. I believe it is a fictional work on illusion magic."

You hum curiously. "Sounds fascinating." You are about to ask him for a summary, but a better idea crosses your mind. "Would you be willing to read it to me?"

Martin is obviously caught off guard by that request, and you almost laugh at that surprised little stretch to his eyes. "Forgive me, but ... is that a jest?" He asks with just a hint of nervousness.

"Not at all. I'd love to hear it," you assure him.

He hesitates only a moment longer, but when he realizes you really aren't joking, he relaxes and opens the book. "Then I'd be glad to."

He flips the pages until he's back to the start of the book, and clears his throat quietly before beginning. "'The situation simply is this'..."

It's suddenly easy to ignore everything else - the forest outside, the raging thoughts in your head, the obnoxious snoring upstairs. Instead you are lost in the deep but soft cadence of his voice. It calms you, soothing away the tension both in your mind and body.

Without thinking much of it, you tip your head down until it's leaning ever so lightly on his shoulder. He stutters on the current word for only a second, but continues in spite of the speedy heart rate you just gave him.

[arietem]

stop being a tease, jj

masterlist

jj maybank x fem!reader

a little glimpse in some fun on the beach for you and jj

suggestive content

You’re sitting on the porch step, the sun unrelentlessly hitting your upper back, heating you up and making you agitated. JJ is somewhere in the chateau, collecting his surfboard or whatnot, taking his sweet time while you’re waiting here for him, slowly melting away.

“Jayyy,” you yell out as loud as you can, hopeful he’ll hear you. “Are you coming or what?”

The plan for today is to get down to the beach, get a surf on, and then have a picnic. Your duty was to get the food ready, and you think you did pretty good, with a couple of containers of fresh fruit, some sandwiches, and a lot of snacks like pretzels and crackers. JJ’s job was to get the surfboards and show the fuck up.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming. Just had to wax these beauties a lil’.” JJ comes bounding through the front door, both surfboards strapped to his sides. He leans down to kiss the top of your head and nearly beheads you in the process.

“Hey!”

JJ shrugs apologetically and you smack his ass. Then you double down and squeeze him a bit too. He’s just looking too yummy not to.

“You like what you see, huh?” JJ winks at you and jumps over the steps, wobbling when he meets the ground. He manages to keep his balance, and you roll your eyes, following him down the stairs.

Twinkie is yours for the day, so the two of you pack all the supplies in the back and climb in the front. JJ’s at the wheel, and you can’t help but marvel at how the sun bleached his hair almost white blonde. His golden skin is sparkling, and his long fingers are drumming on the dashboard.

“What?” JJ says, turning to look at you.

“Nothing,” you smirk, “I like looking at you.”

“Well, I like looking at you, too, princess.”

JJ reaches over and puts his calloused palm on your thigh, his pinky inching a little higher. A wave of heat envelops you, even stronger than the sun.

He’s still looking at you, and you bite your lip. JJ’s pupils widen, and his hand goes even higher, but suddenly stops. You pout and he grins, his dimple popping.

“You’re such a tease, JJ,” you say in mock annoyance.

“I’m your tease and you love it,” he says in a sing-songy voice.

You give him the finger, and he chuckles, finally starting the drive to the beach. He’s not wrong, though, you kinda do love the tease of it all, the thrill and the chase. There’s something hot about working for it. That’s why JJ’s in for a surprise when you get to the beach, and you can hardly wait to show it to him.

The drive is short, and with a few turns, you’re there. As soon as JJ parks the van, you jump out and collect the little fridge with your food, and JJ takes out the surfboards.

The beach is deserted, with it being a time in the middle of the work day, and because it is a bit isolated and out of the way, if you don’t know what you’re looking for.

You pick a nice spot on the sand and lay out the blanket, putting the fridge down. JJ is already in his swim shorts, and you can tell he is just itching to jump in the water and get on the board.

“Go, Jay, I’m right behind you.” You smile at him, happy because he’s happy. The ocean is his home, and he is in his element here. You’ll lick off the salty droplets from his skin later.

JJ blows you a kiss and makes a run for it, throwing himself between the waves. You can see his head bobbing, and before you know it, he’s standing tall on the board, doing spins and tricks.

“Show off!” you shout at him, but you’re so proud of him and his skills.

You watch him a little more, and when he realizes you’re still on the beach, still clothed, he starts swimming back. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for.

You slowly undo the dress straps around your neck and the top falls down, exposing your boobs. Then you slowly shimmy out of the skirt part, and you’re not wearing any bikini bottoms.

At this point, JJ is already at the beach, ready to come get you. You see him stop and gawk at you. After a moment of shock, he grins and runs toward you, almost knocking you down when his cold body connects with your hot one. The sensation is unlike any other.

“‘Kay, I see ya. Sex on the beach, huh? You a nasty little freak, princess.” His hands are wandering all over your body, squeezing and caressing in all the right places.

A little moan escapes your lips, and you can feel JJ shudder. You can also feel something poking you. You look down and then up at his face with a raised eyebrow.

Without saying anything else, his lips crash into yours, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. JJ gently lowers you to the ground and starts trailing kisses down your neck and chest, then your stomach and your thighs. His hair is tickling you and dripping on your body.

He makes his way up and stops at your lower stomach, still a bit higher than where you want him to. You wrap your legs around his back and tug on his hair.

“JJ, I need you so bad right now. Be a good boy and stop being a tease.”

“Game on, mama.” JJ gives you a hot, sloppy lick, and your head falls back, your nerves on fire. The day is just getting better and better.

[rokunas]

🍙🧸🦢🩹 NOT SO NONCHALANT ! , 🍔

skdy! ; exploring gaku's thoughts when people consider him as nonchalant. games, food, violence... maybe a little bit you in it.

wc: 5,2k (wow)

cw. childhood sweetheart to friends to lovers, reader talks a lot when they're at young age. sfw, a lil bit angst if u squint, nicknames, food, kissing, blood, injuries, tension if u even notice. maybe slight ooc bc dare i say yearn!gaku??? first scene inspired by this fanart!

gaku always thought that you were beautiful.

the first time he entered the orphanage, his head hung low. emptiness filled his glazed eyes.

many voices, many sounds, he knew all eyes were on him. noisy bastards. for now he just wanted to lie down with his favorite video game or even the best burger in the world he had ever eaten.

or maybe he just wanted to go home.

"hello there..."

soft. that was all he ever heard.

when he locked his eyes with you, it was like something he didn’t want to forget about.

"...are you hurt?" you tilted your head.

'bright eyes...'

wait... yeah right.

he almost forgot that he had come to the orphanage with several bandages on his small body. he didn’t want to remember how he had gotten all of this.

"you're probably new here... come with me then! i'll show you the rest!" you offered your hand.

he hesitated at first. staring at it. and then slowly looked up to your face.

gaku didn’t remember the last time someone had given him such a smile. a beautiful one.

he waited. why was he even waiting...?

he placed his hand on yours. your smile widened and tugged him gently.

you both walked through side by side.

"i heard that someone new would be coming here. i thought it was gonna be a weird person like... um, you know, weird people were always coming here."

gaku still stayed silent the entire walk. what was this place again? why did it look like a prison here? and why were people like you staying in here?

"it doesn’t matter anyway. we are all weird, and you are here now, and you're going to be a part of us!"

there it was again. your beaming smile. why were you always smiling all the time? did you not get tired of it?

"what is your name, snowy?"

he blinked. his feet stopped. because your hands were intertwined, you also stopped and looked at him with curious eyes.

he stared at you.

"...snowy?" you could barely hear his voice.

you blinked. that smile of yours grew again. "you do look like a snow leopard!"

'what...' gaku kept staring at you.

there was an awkward silence between you two. your smile was still there. what was your question again?

snow... snowy... me... me.. name. right. name.

what was his name? the only thing he remembered was that people had called him gaku— something like that.

".....gaku." he said it like a question rather than a statement.

you blinked again. gaku swore that you loved blinking. and smiling. and talking. and—

"that's a nice name, gaku!"

he didn’t understand why his own name sounded so nice to hear now.

suddenly, all the voices, all the annoying sounds, were all replaced by something else. something beautiful. that was when you showed your name to him.

"ahh, it's like you've been hurt."

maybe he should’ve known when to come back to reality when he stared at you. he didn’t even realize that you had been rubbing his palm with your soft fingers.

"hmm, maybe haru-chan can fix this for you. let's go then, we should continue our walk."

you switched to his other hand, looking at it. when you noticed it was much better than the other one, you started to tug him again.

"it is nice to meet you, gaku. i hope we can be friends. oh, do you like video games? i had a lot of video games that me and nomi-chan searched for. we got them from people when they didn’t realize that the item belonged to them, it was so fun!"

for the first time, he had never been so annoyed by someone who talked too much. maybe he was just so tired. a warm meal and sleep would’ve been goo—

wait,

had you mentioned video games?

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it was warm.

the afternoon wind hit his face. the sun rays glinted brightly in the clear water. the birds were singing, but gaku always had been thinking it was never as soothing as yours.

he didn’t know how far away it was from al-kamar. if gaku hadn’t loved to get into violence, he’d probably have brought you here to sit with him.

all his friends were probably worried about him. screw it... all he did was ask where you were. because you were the only one who could cure his boredom in that place. those guard dogs were the ones who attacked first.

after he made one of them lose their teeth, he ran away. he had never felt so satisfied ever since. he was twelve after all.

"here you are, gaku."

he perked up. somehow hearing your voice made his heart beat steadily.

"kei has been so worried. you shouldn’t have just run away like that." you stated.

gaku turned his head toward you. he noticed you came with your signature bicycle. one hand in your pocket, and the other one holding bento boxes covered in cloth.

looks like you went on a mission training or something like that. i don’t know... gaku was always so impressed. you never got so messy when it came to fighting. no rugged clothes, no blood, no injuries, just... you.

"i’m not surprised that you’re getting into trouble again," you approached him where he sat. you plopped down beside him, legs crossed, and started to remove the wrapped cloth from the bentos.

"did you miss me that much?"

if gaku were asked about what kind of person you are, full of surprises would be one of the answers.

"no." he couldn’t miss the feeling of the brush of your fingers when you gave chopsticks to him.

"i heard that guy got 13 stitches on his head."

"well deserved."

you nudged him slightly, "what if it was you instead?"

he shrugged, "i still have you."

that was the truth. after several times watching and helping haruma tend to others’ wounds and injuries, you became the self-taught kind of nurse for everyone.

especially gaku.

one day when you went into training for days, as usual, gaku just came back to the orphanage with several cuts on his body. if you weren’t the one taking care of him, he would be like, "no, thanks." and let himself bleed through the infection. (kumanomi scolded him for days after this.)

"kei made lunch for us. he said you haven’t eaten yet, so he told me to bring this."

he stared at the bento boxes in your hands. you opened them slowly and offered one to him.

"no burger?" he opened the box and took the first bite of his katsu.

"enough with junk food, gaku. you’ve eaten too much of it," you gave him a slight side-eye as you chewed. "you should eat more home-made foods. it’s healthier. now eat, i’ll patch you up when we get back."

"hmm."

it was only bruises on his eye and his cheek. gaku ate slowly on the side of his mouth that wasn’t hurt.

"i didn’t know you were fond of this kind of place," your eyes swept through the surroundings. "never been here before."

"maybe it’s because of me. you’re not the one who likes to travel that much." he muttered with his mouth full.

you silently scolded him by removing some rice from his chin. "hmm, why’s that?"

"i just ran off somewhere. and yet you still found me."

you chuckled. gaku noticed the afternoon breeze really made you different than usual. maybe it was the way you smiled, the way the wind blew your hair, the warm smile that was still the same as it had been a few years ago.

"do you think we’re going to be like those swans?"

gaku should’ve learned when to come back to reality when he stared at you.

his gaze turned toward the animals far away from them. the poultry looked like the lake was their theater. it looked like they were dancing, like they could never feel the weight of this damned world.

one of the swans circled its partner, and then both swam away. far away toward the setting light.

"you do look like one of them." he stated.

you turned your head toward him now. a little confused but a barely-there-smile perched onto your face.

you both were still teenagers. still didn’t know how the world worked. only knew how to escape from it. what was the purpose of this life? if not killing and surviving? you both were taught that.

you two ate in silence, enjoying each other’s company. enjoying the beautiful view in front of you. if somehow you could have powers in this world, you would choose time freeze. and enjoy this kind of moment endlessly.

you just finished your lunch and set it to the side. silently wondering if you were going to experience a moment like this again.

after all,

"...can i borrow your bike?"

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it was all blurry.

that butthead…

kei… what the hell are you on to?

it felt like he was floating. all this time he had always embraced the pain like it was just an old friend. or maybe gaku had been trained to not feel anything at all.

what an awful noises…

had he fallen asleep? if yes then, it would be the ugliest room he had ever slept in. it didn't even have a bed–

"gaku!"

gaku was so familiar with that voice. it sounded like an alarm in his head. something— somebody told him to open his eyes right now.

he slowly adjusted his eyes to the light, blinking slowly. why couldn't he move his body? it was still blurry, but it looked like there was a shadow hovering over him.

the voice got louder and clearer… gaku didn't believe in ghosts, but he believed that he was experiencing sleep paralysis right now. or was it…?

"gaku! can you hear me?!"

slowly his sight became clearer, that familiar voice…

oh look! it was just you!

if gaku was still dreaming then he swore he just saw a halo above your head.

"princess…" he coughed, a lazy grin perched on his bloody face.

he heard you shout, was there someone else here? it was the first time he had seen you look so rushed. he didn't get it… was this all just a dream?

gaku was so familiar with your touch. the way your fingers went through his silver hair, your voice that always soothed away the pain that still lingered…

"gaku, why are you always so reckless?" you scolded him softly.

gaku could taste the iron in his mouth when he chuckled at you, "i earned… two points on that butthead… could've won if i just kept going.."

all you did was clenched your jaw and shook your head, "haruma, would you please, lend me a hand right now?!"

he now felt his body floating– or rather being lifted. it felt like someone had put his arm around somebody's shoulder.

"hang in there, gaku." haruma adjusted his grip on him.

haruma… you better owe me one set happy meal after this.

gaku swore he heard you muttering 'that bastard…' under your breath. and gaku hadn't grinned so wide for a long time.

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year after year went by. so all of you.

al-kamar burned down. everyone noticed that kei had changed a little after that incident. you had never seen him act so... violent. and the worst thing was he became more distant than ever.

you worried about kei. but every time you asked him what happened, he just put on his signature smile and acted like everything was under control.

kei told everyone that maybe that place had brought you all together, but it was also nothing less than a hell that would make all of you enemies against each other one day.

that had always sounded ridiculous to you. yet that incident affected you the most.

gaku knew it had been bothering you ever since. the light in your eyes was still there, but your vibrant demeanor felt like it was slowly fading away. these people had become family to you. it was already engraved in your hearts, even if it meant taking each other's lives someday.

it took you forever to realize that place was never supposed to be the playground all children dream of. trained to be killing machines– wasn't there anything more beautiful than a child's imagination? where could they grow without the evils of the world?

at least you failed the ones who loved destroying your life. you had been happy there, but you could run freely with the people you loved from that hellish place.

you still had them. on the run together, place after place, mission after mission, you all simply protected each other before the tables turned.

you had all grown up together, always having each other's backs. kei had always been like a big brother to you. you cried while destroying al-kamar, but kei comforted and assured you that one day you would have a place where all the love belonged to you.

kumanomi and haruma were the ones who cheered you up every day. they took you to abandoned stores, places that sold trinkets you would love, and always brought your favorite snacks whenever they returned from missions.

gaku was the one who was always there for you. he never left your side, or perhaps he simply didn't want you to feel alone.

he silently cheered you up in his own ways. always offering his shoulder when you missed the memories, listening to all your ramblings about your day - good or bad. inviting you to play his favorite game together whenever he saw that gloom on your face.

"why does leon love doing backflips like that? it's not even necessary- he could just step backwards." you complained while focused on the screen in front of you.

and gaku? he just nodded and watched mesmerized as you played through the game.

he even invited you to go cycling at night, to try all the street foods (don't ask where the money came from), and slept next to you whenever you needed company.

days passed and you two grew closer than ever. you were always together wherever you went. somehow everyone noticed how things had shifted between you.

maybe it showed in the way gaku stared at you whenever you spoke– when he didn't have his nintendo in hand. the way his steps slowed to match yours when you walked side by side. how he’d pause his games the moment you called him. he rarely did this for anyone else, or maybe gaku just loved the way his name rolled down on your tongue.

“did you ever notice something different?”

the shade of purple passed from the edge of kumanomi’s nails as you were snapped from your focus by her voice.

you cursed under breath, your fingers pausing mid-swipe. she couldn’t help but chuckle softly, the sound warm and knowing.

“what is it?” steadying her hand before carefully applying the remover around her cuticles.

“that gaku always acts differently around you?”

“huh?” you furrowed, looking up to her. for a second your movements stilled.

“well, you know. it's kinda weird that you're the only person he'd care for.” you could see an amused glint in her eyes.

“didn't he always do that to me and everyone ever since we were kids?” you countered.

kumanomi exhaled softly, a half-smirk playing on her lips. “yeah i know… it’s just like, he’s been extra for these days, i noticed.” her fingers twitched slightly as you continued to apply nail polish on her. “i know that he cared, but—you know he’d never do this to anyone, right?”

you only shrugged, focusing on applying the last traces of polish on her pinky. “i guess that’s what friends are for.”

kumanomi only sighed, leaned back against the chair. “sure.”

you often thought that some things were better left unspoken.

the way you two moved together in battle. the way gaku would toss you his mace without hesitation when you signaled for a weapon switch. how his eyes darkened whenever he saw crimson blooming on your skin.

“it's just a scratch, gaku.”

your breathing came in sharp bursts. palm pressed against your lower ribs, you felt warm blood seeping through your fingers.

you looked up to him, only to found him staring at your wound with that terrifying blank expression.

“gaku.” your voice carried a warning.

without a word, he turned and stalked back toward the zone. you called after him again and again, but he didn't so much as glance back.

“gaku!”

the way he would go so violently beating up people who talk shit about you and came back like nothing happened.

yeah, everyone's definitely knew.

he often offered himself to accompany you on all missions, but scolded him when he came back bleeding. night after night, you'd stitch him back together. your fingers memorized every new scar that joined the constellation of old ones mapping his body.

just like one day when he came back after a mission.

even at this hour, the warehouse was always quiet when it was just five of you in there. it's been a while haruma and kumanomi were still on the run.

after locking the warehouse door, he walked towards the storage area. he leaned his covered-in-blood mace on the wall. his throat felt itchy since the fight, so he decided to open the fridge and took out a water bottle. gaku gulped down the liquid immediately, another and another till the plastic cracked in his hold.

he was never being so overwhelmed after a fight with someone. but gaku still gaku, he was always satisfied when the enemies were on his level.

“gaku.”

he nearly choked on his drink. he wiped his mouth and let out an “ah” after gulped down the remain of his water.

he should've known you’d be awake. you always do that, never stop getting him caught.

the way his breath quicken as you were standing in front of him in an oversized t-shirt that was so familiar to him, short that only reached your thighs, hair tousled from sleep, and the way you looked at him like he was both the most frustrating and inevitable thing in your life.

“you look like shit.”

and you looked so damn gorgeous.

the way the dim light caught the curve of your neck, the way your fingers pressed into your hip like you were holding back from reaching for him first. he swallowed, throat still raw from the fight, and forced himself to focus on your words instead of the way the fabric of shirt draped over your frame.

“you're dripping blood on the floor, gaku.” you rubbed your temple.

he glanced down. a trail of dark red splattered the concrete. oops.

“guess kashima-san would have a new job to do.” gaku closed the fridge and tossed the empty bottle aside since you weren't looking.

his gaze followed you as you stepped closer, arms crossed, gaku definitely could tell there was a mix of irritation and something softer— something that made his ribs ache more than the bruises.

“can you even breath?”

no.

not when you were always this close around him. not when his lungs burned with every inhale brought the scent of you. not when he could finally see you clearly, as if the pang of his head doesn't make his world blurry.

gaku started to feel the air on his lungs not doing their job… his heart as well. he started to feel he had to take a deeper breath. but whenever he did it, his rib felt god damn hurt.

“this is fine.”

“mhm,” you called him out immediately, of course. “such a pretty liar, aren't you?”

you turned back on your heels, silently motioning him to follow. gaku sighed and rolled his eyes slightly, finally gave up and followed you like he always did.

your room was a mess, your bed unmade, your phone being charged near your bed, you leave your light on.

he saw his nintendo lay on your desk, you must have played some of his games while you waited for his return. the little swan plushie he’d won for you sat proudly on the corner. he knew you brought it everywhere, looks like it's been closer to you than him for now.

he wanted to collapse into the sheets, bury his face in your pillow, let the exhaustion drag him under—but hesitated when your voice stopped him.

“take off your clothes and shoes first, gaku. you know it's hard to wash blood on the sheets.” your back was facing him as you prepared the bandages for him.

he gave you a look but obeyed, slowly took off his shoes. he peeled off his slightly ruined top with a grunt. the fabric stuck to his wounds, pulling at half-dried blood, but he didn’t flinch. pain was nothing new.

he adjusted your pillow and leaned back on your headboard. he watched you lazily wandering around your bedroom as prepared something for him. you stepped closer into your bed with a med kit on your hand and sat down beside him.

you brought his bandaged hands to your lap and slowly removed them. leaving his hands bare, you could see blood crusting his knuckles.

you began to clean the blood on his scarred body with a damp towel. gaku just watched you silently doing your work. it was always his favorite moment like this with you. on younger days, he usually went on a mission alone and intentionally got new injuries so that could be treated by you.

his gaze roaming to your downward, his fingers found the hem of the shirt you wore. his thumb brushing the fabric, “stealing my shirt, i see.” he murmured.

you ignored him, focusing instead on the gash along his ribs. “do i need to know what happened there?” you asked him softly. you could never understand how he went so calm whenever he injured this badly.

“wasted potential final boss type.” he still caressed the fabric that hung on you.

“hm?” you were so focused, the soft light of your lamp reflected on you that gaku almost forgot what he was going to say at the moment.

you guided his hand to press the towel on his wound. then you moved on to his face, examining it to look for other bruises.

“made that guy lose his head after hearing your name straight outta that rotten mouth.”

that stopped you. your eyes finally met his pink’s one, unreadable, and for a second, he wondered if you could hear the way his pulse kicked up just from having you this close.

gaku ran his tongue inside his cheek, “princess–”

“i guess that, until the hell froze over, you would finally listen to me, gaku.”

he only stared at you.

“it's not that,” you gently touched his jaw and tilted it around. “i don't forbid you to go alone, no. i just…”

you sighed. another damp towel pressed under his split lip, cool against the heat of his skin.

“don’t take your stubbornness wherever you go.”

that drew a quiet scoff from him, though there was no real bite to it. stubbornness? he wasn’t the one fussing over scrapes like they were something to mourn. but the words lodged in his throat when he met your gaze—close, too close—and suddenly, the fight drained out of him.

"wouldn’t be half as fun without it," he muttered, but the usual edge was dulled, something softer creeping in. a confession, almost.

you didn’t rise to the bait. just sighed, fingers feather-light as they traced the swelling along his jaw. "you don’t have to keep doing this," you said, so quiet he almost missed it. "getting hurt for my sake.”

“well, yeah. must be the biggest loser if i still let ‘em have those empty heads.” he butted in.

“alright snowy, let's give you some rewards.”

he didn't like the way your tone sent him to his core, so he stilled. eyes burning into you as if he blinked you would disappear.

“i appreciate it that you cared about me,” you assured him. “but it doesn't mean you have to cost your life too.”

he scoffed, that infuriating smirk tugging at his lips. “and you think i’d let them have all the fun wronged you like that? not a chance, princess.”

“you know i could end them by myself, gaku.” your tone firm.

“damn right, you could.” his grin didn’t waver, but his eyes darkened, serious beneath the sarcasm. “watching you wreck them will always be my favorite show, and if you let me in on it? maybe i just did it because i like seeing you playing nurse.”

“oh, that’s rich, coming from you.” you rolled your eyes, but your chest tightened.

your gaze fell down where his hand still pressed the towel you gave him earlier into his wound. it became so crimson you removed them slightly from his hand.

gaku inhaled sharply through his teeth as you dabbed alcohol around the raw edges of his wound. his muscles tensed under your fingertips, but he didn’t pull away—just watched you with that infuriating, unreadable gaze.

“maybe they were right,” you murmured, pressing the cotton a little harder than necessary. “you’ve been acting so weird lately.”

here it was. assumptions that other people made, that you just believe. gaku would never care about what other people say when he did everything that he thought was right. when he did everything for you, even it’ll cost his life.

a beat of silence. gaze never breaking from you, all he did was give you a deadpan look.

“was any of it weird to you?”

you paused and looked up, never realized that you could see his eyes so clearly, feel his breath hovered your skin. “what…?”

gaku went very still. the air between you thickened, charged with something unsaid. his fingers twitched against his thigh, like he wanted to reach for something—

something flickered across your eyes, you felt your chest burned as you tried to let your voice out. you began to shake your head, “gaku, this is not—”

the words died as he crashed his mouth to yours, the kiss tasting of blood and promises and every reckless choice you'd ever made together. one of his hands framed your face like you were something precious even as the world burned around you.

you muffled a sound of protest whenever you tried to open your mouth, “gaku, wha—”

“shh.. shhh… shut up.” he rasped between your mouth.

he deepened the kiss as if this is the answer of those wandering questions you’ve been asked for. his teeth grazing your lower lip in a way that made your stomach flip. it wasn’t gentle. it wasn’t sweet. it was gaku—all heat and impatience and the faint, metallic tang of blood still on his tongue.

gaku finally accepted that he wanted to get lost in you. consume all of you. maybe you were the reality he had been searched for.

his thumb reached the pulse point on your neck, which made you let out a gasp as he slided one of his hands around your waist to pull you closer.

you were so lost in your thoughts until you didn't realize that you heard someone’s steps coming to your bedroom. your heart started pounding. you pressed your hands on his scarred chest.

“gaku,” you warned under his lips as you tried to push him away, but somehow he didn't stop until you were breathless.

he didn't want to pull away. he didn't want to waste, to lose all of you.

“...i saw blood spilling all the way to your room, so i thought that–” gaku heard the door open and broke away with a growl, but you were already pulling back, composed save for the flush high on your cheeks.

gaku leaned his forehead on your shoulder. his breath so rushed. he swore to god—

“kashima?” your eyes went wide and tried to catch your breath as your gaze locked into the reindeer man’s head.

even under his mask you could definitely tell his eyes wanted to blow out.

kashima stood frozen in the doorway, “uh. oh. did i… interrupted?” he stuttered. his grip tightened on the door handle.

“yes.” gaku answered him quickly. he did not care that your light smack kind of affected him around his bruised shoulder.

“we’re sorry, kashima–” you rushed in.

“no, no, no. you're right, i should– i should go. pardon me.” he slammed the door and it startled you.

still catching your breath, you stared at the spot where kashima had been for a moment. your heart was still pounding, your lips still tingling.

you turned back to gaku, only to find him hiding his head in your shoulder.

your hands slid behind his neck and you pulled his hair back a little roughly, which made his head throw back. you could see his eyes still closed, wearing that lazy smirk.

you hit him. hard.

"oww," he groaned.

"you're insufferable, you know that?"

when gaku opened his eyes, all he saw was you. face burning red, swollen lips, and those beautiful frowns. his grin widened at the sight of you.

"i should definitely kill you after this," you said, slowly trying to calm yourself. "why did you—"

"because you wouldn't shut up." he interrupted. his signature smirk faded into a gentler one. he leaned in again slowly, his gaze never breaking from yours. your noses brushed against each other until you could feel each other's breath.

"i didn't know someone as smart as you could never realize how obvious it was," he rasped, lips brushing against yours.

you let your eyes flutter closed. "could we even do this together?" you whispered.

he had sensed your concern from miles away. raising his hand to brush strands of your hair aside, he pressed his forehead to yours and whispered back, "we've been through this together for a damn long time. you saved me... i'd deserve to lose if i didn't do the same for you."

you sighed, leaning into him as your eyelids fluttered shut. for once, you stopped fighting. stopped questioning. let yourself drown in the warmth of his presence, in the steady rhythm of his breathing. finally... finally deciding to lose yourself in him. let this be the new reality you'd dreamt of.

gaku had always thought you were beautiful.

the kind that left him scarred. the kind that haunted him whenever he was away from you. the kind of beautiful that burned – that made him bleed out first just to prove he could take the heat.

the most dangerous kind. the only kind worth fighting for.

stupid, he knew. but gaku had never claimed to be clever. just as you said, stubborn enough to keep loving something that cost him everything.

he leaned in slowly, his breath warm against your lips. he was ready to reach for you again and again. to feel you more until he lost his mind. he wanted to freeze the space between you before he ruined it. he could've—

"i should patch you up."

fuck.

you hesitated; he knew it. your voice was steady, but he could feel the tremor in your grip.

his usual smirk slowly returned. the ghost of his breath against your mouth was its own kind of torture, and he had to make sure it worked.

"later, princess."

© ROKUNAS

[midnight1nk]

if the made another 4 plush, like one with a gimmick like Lanky Puzzles and his velcro hands, what would you want them to do with that?

As much as I love him its not fair that Puzzles gets 2 plushies with all this detail and one has a cool lenticular face and the other has ability to hug and hang off of things meanwhile the actual main character of the show (besides Mario who yknow. Is Mario) only gets one plushie with not nearly the same level of detail in esp his face and also his shoes look really weird. Fails to capture the sheer beauty of smg4

if they put you in charge of new Four marketable plushie hypothetically. What do?

*grabs you* if I were in charge of making a 4 plushie?

OH BOY, do I have some ideas! Give me a second *pushes stuff off from desk* okok, we first have to set some product guidelines (bc there are):

We can't have anything small enough to be considered dangerous if consumed, especially for kids and pets. And ofc it has to be considered a plush. (and while I'm at it, a bit of a disclaimer: this is not me hating on the modern 4 plushie we have. This is for the funsies) Good? Okay then, onto the fun part and ofc, I brought some references for us to work with:

Now, as you said, we gotta capture the embodiment of 4, our local ambassador of joy :) Shape-wise, he needs to be round and still resemble his model. I do want to give him his nose just so I can boop it like in the real model, hehe *boop*. And it may be hard to do manufacturing-wise, because it may be a small plush, but I wanna see the details on his overalls (especially the straps) and gloves. Just have more depth in his clothes/shoes, but still squishable. Y'know, like you wanna give it a big hug! And perhaps shake him with so much cuteness aggression you hope he explodes 💙

His face should be a lot.... how should I put this.... more? I suppose??Take the Karen and Leggy plush for example, they're a lot more expressive and full of color, literally. You can tell they're whole personality. Meanwhile, we got a 4 plush and he kinda stares into your soul, which works for the memes hehe, but it could be more. I would give 4 a tad bit of a bigger smile and some blue in his eyes. Speaking of his eyes, they should be a lot more expressive for our silly lil guy.

Other than adding them in his eyes, colors should be fine. Maybe a touch of color for his skin tone :) For some reason, I wanna like. Dress the plushies up as if they're from build-a-bear or something. We did get 4 in his winter wear and other costumes so I thought it might be fun to put him in his little outfits for every occasion. Think of the wardrobe releases.....

I think that's pretty much it for the most part, if we're dealing with current canon 4 bc if yall wanna go with my design of him based on my headcanons, I would absolutely go crazy with it. Glitch pattern in his overalls, two-toned blue sweater, heterochromia eyes, numeral 4 in his gloves, and so on. But regardless, I do wanna have it be a plushie that you can carry around in your bag while you go to a con or smth.

I based much of these ideas from being an ace attorney fan (hello fellow fans! and nicc too) bc they're these really cute fanmade plushies from alumints, and I could imagine the crew plushies to be like that too (I mean, just look at them)

Ofc this isn't counting the costs of manufacturing and production, we're just here for the funsies, but there's definitely potential! Like how a fun idea it was to emphasize Puzzles' long limbs into a plushie design ^^

thanks for the ask, anon!

[rhea-is-bored-again]

UGH WHY have I not found your blog before 👹👹👹👊👊 you can probably guess who I am bc of the spam likes on your posts but yk.. I LITERALLY LOVE YOU WTF WHY ARE THESE SO CUTE

Would you mind if I request a Darry x singer reader <33 just a lil dabble in something with a theatrey S/O with him and his brothers coming to watch one of her shows would be fun. Tysm, no pressure at all<3 have a lovely day

YES OFC and tysm you're literally so sweet. lmao i love the spam likes tho it makes me so happy 😀

anyways here you go!

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as darry watched the actors prance around on stage, his eyes were on you the whole time.

you'd gotten a pretty big part in the community play and been practicing at darry's place like crazy.

he knew your sung lines were coming up, and he felt his heart skip and his stomach flip as he heard your heavenly voice ring out suddenly, making the crowd erupt in cheers as everyone else went quiet onstage to hear you bless them with song.

sodapop was bouncing excitedly in his seat on darry's left, shaking his arm and whispering "glory look at y/n!"

ponyboy on his right just stared at the stage in awe, smiling. it was like a movie to him, just more real.

as the song ended and the theatre erupted in applause again, darry couldn't help but catch you eye, to which you gave him a soft wink.

the next few minutes were speaking lines, and darry couldnt help but admire at how into it you were. you were so in character, so...in your element.

it made him happy to see you do your little thing.

once the show ended, there was a roar of applause and cheers as the actors came out to hold hands and bow.

he spotted you smiling and he mirrored it, feeling a happy feeling in his chest as his brothers on either side of him bounced around and clapped.

after the actors had been released, darry stuck around by the back of the theatre, a small bouquet of flowers in his hand.

he found you smiling and sweaty: stage makeup running down the side of your neck, mic tape on your cheek (because it only sticks when the mic is gone 😔) , and strands of hair falling out of your hairstyle. yet he thought you'd never looked more beautiful.

"you came!" you say, as if he wouldnt have. he smiled and handed you the flowers pressing a kiss to your lips.

"did great out there, sweetie." was all his dignity allowed him to say, when he really wanted to fangirl over you like his brothers were doing right now.

you giggled as soda fawned over you and ponyboy gave you a hug.

"cmon, what do yall think about dinner out?"

you all immediately agreed, especially since it was rare that yall ate out.

darry snuck you another shy smile, to which you returned with another kiss as the brothers went ahead to get seated in the car.

"like the show?"

"loved it." 'cause my baby was in it.

a/n: reblog if ur a theatre kid!! (i was once veronica in heathers and janice in mean girls. comment yalls roles!!)

[randomrory69]

THANKS TO THIS POST I FOUND OUT There's ANOTHER FANDOM RELATED TO ANGELS + ANALOG HORROR- I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN I SAWWWW THISSSS- HEHRHE AAS AN ANGELOGY NERD I ABSOLUTELY LOVE GAMES/NOVELS OR ANY MEDIA RELATED TO ABRAHAMIC MYTHOLOGY- AND WELL, OBVIOUSLY IM OBSESSED WHEN IT TURNS INTO SOMETHING MORE DARK AND TWISTED AND THERE'S RELIGIOUS/CATHOLIC TRAUMA/GUILT INVOLVED. I was shooked when I saw that the mc Or main villainn... (Who knows :OO) uri, shared the same name as my oc, HWRHWHR but vruhman. I just saw the series rn on yt only. I mean, the idea and plot of the series was REALLY interesting, and it lowkey gave me IHNMAIMS vibes for some reason. But I gotta say despite the fact that it uses AI to execute it's art, it's still mid asf... Sadly... I was dissatisfied and disappointed with the first 10 swconds only and got bored uhrm

There's MANYY reasons for this tho :( cuz I actually found out the creator used a craploada doctor nowhere art and shoved it into their ai thingy. No wonder uri looks so much like the boiled one phenomenon. 2. The constant use of creepy ahh soundtracks in the background, like lavender town- I feel it's trying WAYYY too hard to look scary- 3. Man, why did they steal the "GOD IS HERE" Chorus from squirrel stapler >:O and 4. Inconsistent art, because at first I thought the ugly ahh melted tar looking mf at the start was a whole different character. I mean sure dude was tortured in the most agonizing ways possible but it looks like a whole new creature. And yeah, I know AI isnt the best at keeping their chracter designs constant but STILLLLUHH. ThEN JUST HIRE ACTUAL ARTISTS?? CLUGH COYGH WELL GET 2 THAT And yeah. The ai voices.. Augh.. They haunt me. I hate the part where he says "save.me."

And the most important reason- it's confusing as hell. No. I know an analog series won't straight up reveal it's lore to the dramatic effects blah blah wtver but like, why is the plot always changing? I dont get it. Whos the jug is even the mc- and the little cyber desert apocalyptic world seems wayyy too..overused.. And not fun. And also. The prophecy stated archangel uriel will be CAPTURED by humans to be used as a living powerbank. So why did uriel go down there WILLINGLY to help them? Did he not know what's going on? Was he just naïve as heck? Because the dialogues heavily implied that he actually did know that, and he didn't feel that much pain while being tortured and still loves the humans. Which was pretty sad. Maybe he just didn't show it...

BUT other than that. I've also heard sm very good news. the creator said they'll be hiring ACTUAL REAL ARTISTS (AYYAYAYWYAY) since the series was actually getting popular. And due to the well, hateee.. But there's also another bad thing cuz people who were actually very skilled artists said they'll be willing to even draw for them for free :( which welp didn't seem reaaaally fair to me ig but man, if this series actually gets fixed in the other episodes it's gonna be absolute cinema.... AND POOR URIEL I FEEL SO BAD FOR THE LIL FELLER AUEUEUEGH EVEN AFTER ALL THIS. HOW CAN HE STILL LOVE HUMANITY- he's either a masochist, or is secretly planning something like calling literal God down to punish the humans (idk) or well..maybe he can't feel pain actually. I gotta watch like a craploadaa game theory vids to understand the lore- Nd I have no right to hate or complain too much about the series when I haven't even understood it yet. It can be good if I try hard enough to make it in my mind (delulubehaviourcoughcougj)

BUTTT ANYWAYAYSH I'm gonna draw this scrunkle too now hehe I'm debating on whether to draw him with my other uriel oc- or like gabe from mandela catalogue- or like, gabriel from ultrakill- or like, azazel from helltakerrrr but whar if I MAKE THEMMM MEEET TOGETHERRR :OOOO LIKE AN INSANE CROSSOVER EPISODE AHHSHEHEHEHHEHA

Man I'm going insane

I LOVE ARCHANGELS WGFHAJNKZ❤🖤❤💜💙💚🤎❣️🤍❤‍🩹🤍❤‍🔥❤‍🔥💞💝🤍❣️🤍💜❤💜❤💚🤎🤍❤‍🔥💘❤‍🔥❣️🤍🤎🤍💘🤍💖💞💗💖💞💗💞💘🤍💜💕💙❤

The disappointing thing about Angel engine, besides the obvious shit with the AI, is that I normally would have loved it. If it was any good.

I am a sucker for horror that uses angels or religion. But if we removed the AI from the picture, it is still lackluster. The execution is poor, it's just spelling out everything without an ounce of subtlety. And the voices, which are also AI, are a pain to listen to. The first episodes are just the weird wispy voice going "How to (blank). Step one-".

The idea of humanity using an angel, a divine being who only desires to help them, as a battery when the world is almost destroyed, is a good one. But the way Angel engine goes about it is ??? It's public information that they're torturing a literal angel? And this doesn't cause public outrage, even though the first episode established that people of all religions prayed for salvation. You're telling me religious people wouldn't take issue with a corporation torturing one of gods creations?

I like the idea of Angel engine, but not the series itself. Uriel by himself has potential, and he is the only thing I like that's come out of the series. But I like the version of him I have in my mind.

[pokimoko]

haunting the narrative -> haunted by the narrative -> haunting the narrative -> haunted by

[ciimarron]

free my boy from his own show he did nothing wrong

[cozylittleartblog]

a little Postlet. . because i Miss them

[teeayohess]

{ 18 simlish horror-themed recolors of misstiikeri+eir's m2f crooked tee } what a mouthful lmao

i wasn't too sure about how these had turned out at first, but after seeing them in game they actually grew on me, so here they are. thank you @gvaudoiin-tricou for encouraging me to finish them and share! i hope you like them :-)

since this is essentially a mash-up of several people's work (see credits), frankenstein-ed together, it feels pretty appropriate for the theme.... 🧟‍♂️🔪🦇🩸👽 consider this a tiny late simblreen treat, hehe 🎃

these separate tops are for AF only*, since that's what i needed in my game (but the TF/EF meshes should be easy to copy-paste onto) [edit: *added links to an AM version as well]

they are categorized as everyday, sleepwear and athletic (not sure who would want to sleep or exercise in fishnets but hey i'm not judging. also it's really easy to remove them if you like, since they're a separate texture from the shirt)

compressorized, tooltipped, and the files are labeled clearly. the swatch and previews are included in the rar file.

full disclosure, this mesh has a few issues i don't currently have the skills to fix: it has no fat morph (😑), and there is some clipping in places depending on how the sim moves, and a few dark spots (not super noticeable with the black texture, thankfully). if anyone feels inspired to fix the mesh or add morphs, i'll happily update this post and the linked file.

>>> get them here: { SFS } { MF } [edit: AM version here: { SFS } { MF } ]

credits, swatch & unedited pic under the cut.

swatch: (labeled according to the file names for easy id; i suck at reading simlish so 'flash' was all i could understand from that one, apologies if it's incorrect lol)

unedited preview: (taken in-game, with neutral lighting)

credits: the77sims & misstiikeri (original male mesh & 3t2 conversion) eir (m2f conversion) trillyke (fishnets), monilisasims (4t2 conversion) littlecakes (graphics), kalux (4t2 conversion) surprisepeach (graphics)

[dukeofthomas]

I can't find it now but there's a post about suspension of disbelief and how it's broken when the story starts trying to excuse it. "character gets knocked unconscious for hours but there's no further issues from this" okay 👍 "and actually this makes perfect sense because of this and that" um no it doesn't why are you lying to me. like i am willing to ignore the holes and the discrepancies!! all you need to do is let me and not bring unnecessary attention to it!!!

and all that is my issue with the whole robin child soldier argument. like i am willing to ignore it i am willing to engage with the fantasy literally all you need to do is NOT try to convince me that Actually It's Fine Because They Want To Do It or whatever. like literally just shut up about it and i can engage with the fantasy!!

[umbrellajam]

Tales of the Teen Titans #53 - Dick and Kory vs. Donna and Terry; very cute doubles match inside Titans Tower

Batman (Vol. 1) #468 - Tim practicing against a ball machine at Wayne Manor. Bizarrely, he's shown playing both left- and right-handed in different panels (but primarily left). Artist mistake Ambidextrous Tim evidence?!

[meamiki]

5% of a color headcanon.... two versions since b&w emphasizes the dagger more i think but i still like the warm tones ASFSADA

i am not biased towards rainbow daggers whatsoever i promise (lie)

((also friend is streaming now and im there too!! bit more info linked here, its rated mature tho))

[lgbtlunaverse]

Thinking of the Nie disciple that told Nie Mingjue it was Meng Yao who stayed behind to clean up corpses on the battlefield today.

Nie Mingjue didn't just randomly stumble upon poor lil meowyao eating bread in the novel, he was already looking for him to thank and reward him for his work.

That's what makes it so fun that nieyao's first conflict will end up being about someone else taking credit for Meng Yao's work.

And I'm sure that Nie Mingjue's actual opinions on plagiarism are a lot more nuanced, all we really get from him in this scene is "well you shouldn't kill someone over it!" which leaves a lot of room for what punishments he thinks are appropiate. But I bet that it isn't occuring to him in this moment that the only reason he knows Meng Yao at all, the only reason he got such a capable deputy, is that he noticed someone was taking care of the dead and cared enough to want to know their name. And then the Nie disciples didn't lie to him. The disciple he asked could have said "it was me, Zongzhu" to rise in the ranks himself, but he didn't. He went and asked others, who all also could have taken the credit, but they didn't. Someone saw Meng Yao working and decided to be honest about it and that simple decision is the catalyst for Meng Yao becoming Nie Mingjue's deputy.

Meng Yao can't just work hard to get results, others have to acknowledge that work. If they don't, it's as if he didn't do anything at all.

[thegreatyin]

Yin I couldn't get your bat freak out of my head all day this morning. She has depression. She has depression and she got Like That thanks to WINES. The bat who probably also has Depression.

Yin. Yin I can not BELIEVE.

yeah. Yeah. do you see how she's haunted me