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ya-zz · 1 year ago

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okay hear me out, playing video games with ramattra. completely sfw and fluffy (unless you wanna make it nsfw somehow, idm lol), just introducing him to video games - maybe like Mario or WiSports or Minecraft or something

btw i love you (platonically ofc) and my pugs say hi!

Aaaa this is hella cute!! Imagine him sitting down next to you and he's playing minecraft because it keeps him calm, omg omg, maybe a drabble will come off of that, but anyway! You're request as requested!

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1544

What Ramattra did in his spare time you never knew. Sure, he would read or work on something in the workshop, but what does the omnic do to wind down? Surely meditating was all he did? How does one meditate for so long without getting bored?

He’s an omnic. A war machine built to kill. An R-7000 who had never experienced joy. He has never experienced comfort… Warmth… Love. Ramattra has never felt… content.

His stress level were alarmingly high, and the humming of his worn out chassis rattled every time he moved. He was in need of repair and you were the only one capable of helping him. The only one capable of repairing him. His joints were getting stiff and while he hadn’t been in the world for that long, he had never taken care of himself. He never found a need. There was no other purpose for Ramattra to take care of himself and by the time he had met you, he was already too far gone.

He approached you one day, albeit against his own thought systems, and he asked for you to help him. He asked for you to repair him and that was exactly what you did.

Keeping him online, you listened to him talk about his past, what he remembered from back then, his pain and directives. You made sure to clean the crevices, fix the broken parts of him, repair what was damaged, rewire what wires had been frayed and became useless.

You had never felt closer with the omnic, and while you considered him a good friend, you were sure he saw you as just a other human. So when Ramattra admitted that he enjoyed spending his time with you, that he enjoyed your presence, a warm feeling flooded throughout your body.

It took nearly a day to get Ramattra fixed, but the moment he could stand, he sighs.

“Thank you.” He says, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Though… My joints are still stiff.”

“They will be. They’re new parts so they need to loosen up a little.” You smile gently at him as you begin to clean up.

“New?” He seems shocked by the fact that they are ‘new’.

You let out an airy laugh. “Well, technically yes, they’re new, but they’ve been sat in the box for years. It’s hard to come across your models replacement parts.”

“I was not made to be replaced.” Ramattra looks off to the distance.

“I know, so I did what I could to get some parts in just in case.” You place a hand onto his jawline, feeling the metal against your palm. It wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t hot either. It was warm.

Ramattra stares at you but as he goes to move his hand to replicate yours, wanting to touch your face, his fingers don’t open as easily as they did previously. You look down at his hand before an idea pops into your head.

“Come with me.” You don’t give him a choice as you practically drag him upstairs and into your personal home. “Take a seat, I’ll be back in just a moment.”

Ramattra stands in the living room for a moment before taking a seat, his knees uncomfortably high on the low sofa. He hears you moving and complaining from a different room. Something drops, a quiet expletive follows after. All the while, he’s looking around the living room. A tidy place, one that is kept clean. There isn’t much here, but he figures it’s because you are always busy.

A few minutes later you return holding a box in your arms.

“That looks heavy.” Ramattra looks between you and the box.

“I can assure you that I have carried heavier.” You smile, placing the box down on the floor before sitting next to it. “Let’s see…”

“What are you doing?” Ramattra stands and kneels beside you, watching you open the cardboard box. Inside of it was a bunch of wires, consoles and controllers. “What is all of this?”

“This…” You start, pulling out a series of cables and a console. “This is a Nintendo system, a Wii specifically.”

“A what?”

You laugh at his reaction. “A Wii. It’s a motion console. God, I haven’t set this up in years.”

Ramattra picks up the console and examines it. “How old is this?”

“I don’t know precisely, but they were released back in 2006.” You push the box aside after retrieving two controllers and the sensor.

“That was-”

“Yeah… This was my fathers.” You smile as you work on connecting it to the TV.

“How is this going to help me?” Ramattra cocks his head to the side.

“You have to move to play.” Looking back at him, you notice that he had picked up one of the remotes. “There are more advanced systems out there now, but this is a great starting point.”

Ramattra hums as he watches the TV light up.

“By moving, it will loosen those joints.” You smile at the omnic. “Come on, stand up.” Offering a hand to him, your smile grows a little more when he accepts it.

“What exactly are we playing?” His optics watch the screen as he watches the little cursor move across it. He looks back at your arm, watching it move in the direction of the cursor.

“Wii Sports. An all time fan favourite.” You laugh, looking at him hold his controller. You explain to him how to turn it on before your fingers are touching his wrist, putting on the safety strap. “This is so you don’t break anything.”

“Have you broken a TV before?” Ramattra asks, a warmth passing through his circuitry at your motions.

“Never, surprisingly. I’m not as much as a clutz as you think I am.”

Ramattra chuckles before turning his attention back to the screen.

“Just follow the instructions- oh my, I didn’t think the save data would still be here.” You smile as you look at your character.

“Is that supposed to be you?” The omnic asks.

“Yes.”

“It does not look like you.”

“It used to look like me. It has been many years since I pulled this out.” The character was childhood you. A small, derpy looking character you thought was cute.

Ramattra doesn’t seem convinced but he leaves it at that.

“What game mode do you want to play first?” You ask while looking up at him.

The omnic notices the mischieves glint in your eyes and scoffs. “Do not think you will beat me just because I have never played this.”

You laugh at his response. “Omnics learn quickly, I’m sure I can win a few games before you truly do beat my ass.”

Ramattra laughs alongside you before he grabs your arm, making you move the cursor over the games. He stops on baseball and hums in confirmation.

You nod before clicking the game, watching as Ramattra selects his temporary profile and his hand.

—

One game turned into two, then to three.

Then it turned into the whole evening. With each game, you won the first two, at a push three, but then after that, Ramattra started getting good. Too good. Of course, he let you win a few games in between, blaming it on his joints when in fact they were loosening up quickly from all the movement.

Ramattra, for once, was having fun. Hearing you laugh and joke as he spent time with you made him feel warm. His systems were calm, but there were times when you had accidentally brushed his arm and his systems flared up like he was blushing.

Hours of fun had gone by, neither of you getting bored of playing the same games on repeat, but it was getting late and now it was your turn to feel achy.

“Are you okay?” Ramattra asks, watching you slump back on the sofa behind.

“Yeah, just worn out.” You smile, leaning forward and taking the remote off of your wrist.

“It is late.” Ramattra states, fiddling around with his remote strap.

“Here.” You stand up and help him take it off. “How are your joints?”

It takes a moment for Ramattra to speak. The feeling of your hand on his nearly made him short circuit. “Loose. Thank you.”

“I’m glad.”

“Though my fingers still need some loosening.” He admits.

You stare at him for a moment, cheeks instantly burning up.

“What is it?” Ramattra notices your sudden flustered state.

“N-Nothing!”

“Oh?” The omnic takes a step forward towards you and towers over you. “I do still owe you for fixing me…” His hand touches your cheek, finger joins still stiff.

“I-”

“Perhaps there is a way we can both settle this.” His tone changes, low and sultry.

He backs you up against the wall, trapping you in with arms either side of you.

“Ram-” Your voice was barely a whisper, light and breathy. Ramattra chuckles at the reaction.

“What do you say?” He tilts his head, leaning down slightly as his optics are fixed with your eyes.

With burning cheeks, all you could do was stare back, mouth slightly open as if you couldn’t believe this was happening.

Ramattra tilts your head up, thumb resting on your bottom lip.

“Let me play with you.”

#overwatch #ramattra #ramattra x reader #overwatch 2 #ow2 #overwatch fanfiction #ramattra overwatch #fanfic #reader insert #yazzfics

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gutzluvrrr · 2 years ago

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Imagine izuru with a cat like s/o

I'm sick so I swore I wouldn't be writing until I was better... but like HOW COULD I NOT?!

I wasn't sure whether you meant like his s/o is like a Neko like they have cat ears and a tail.. or if they have the personality like a cat..

I'll just write both :b eat up my fellow simps

TW this is despair AU so there's blood and death mentions but it's mostly fluffy

first off we got Izuru kamakura With a S/O who has the personality of a cat

as someone with 4 cats I know they can be sweet but also a Menace to society

(I say "I feel like" a lot in this be prepared)

but I feel like the first time he noticed you you he was immediately intrigued by you

because of how much you resembled a cat

And I don't wanna say it was love at first sight..

it was sorta love at first sight

because out of everybody else in the crowd (probably running for there lives)

your the one who caught his attention

short little scenario h e h e

Over all the screaming and running you just sat there perched up on one of the walls that half of it was gone just watching everyone else that was in terror you almost fell asleep there

like a cat

that was until something grabbed you... more like someone.. you looked behind you to see nothing but long black hair in your face from all of the wind until you got dragged away to see quiet area and you then heard a voice.. that was quite creepy who are you.. ? a male voice asked the person still in his grasp

.... im- Y/N

who are you? , you asked

izuru kamakura he responded

what do you need you asked strangely calm

even through all of the death and bloodshed your so calm.. why is that ,you don't even know who I am

yes I do.. u responded hesitating before continuing

the ultimate hope... u said

.. izuru stayed silent for a moment

before grabbing your hand and pulling you two walk with him

just come with me I'll explain later izuru said before you could even ask what was happening

your too perfect to lose I won't let despair take this away from me

izuru with a half cat s/o

oooh boy am I exited for this h e h e

I don't wanna say he was immediately attracted to you when he first saw you..

but he was immediately attracted when he first saw you

Ultimate cat alert ultimate cat alert ultimate cat alert

He found you adorable

(BTW in these hcs your already dating)

I feel like he has a little system in his head with profiles for everyone he knows about what there like and just little things about them

sooo

cats love head scratches we all know that so if you do that's going into your little profile

like scratches behind the ears like AAAA

expect lots of headpats

SCENARIO TIMEEEE (hehe it's giving punishment time)

while junko and mukuro were busy in the downstairs area of the building you and izuru were on the roof

of course to get the perfect view of seeing everyone commit manslaughter

you two were sitting at the edge of it and you got the idea to lay your head on his lap

like a cat

and izuru being izuru started to scratch behind your cat ears only to get the reaction of your tail moving up and down and you purring

and oh my Lord was he astonished

you sat up nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck

and you swore before doing so you could see him smiling.

aaaaaaaaaa end my sufferwing - ENA

STAY SPOOKY -modhiyoko

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #animecore #izuru x reader #izuru kamukura x reader

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herotome · 1 year ago

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Special Informal Devlog

Hi-ho, Wudge here! Aaaa. I missed the update last week... as we crawl closer and closer to release, it's become harder for me to write devlogs. I'm making progress every single day, and that makes me so frustrated that it isn't done yet, you know? 😭 Something something curse of perfectionism...

Anyway.

I thought I'd try something a little different with this post by chronicling a specific screen I've worked very hard on, from start to finish!

(Pictured: a preview of where we're gonna end up)

It all began on... August 2021?! Yowza, two years ago! When I posted a poll on tumblr and on itch about how I should handle flirt indicators. The votes were split 50/50 between two popular options, and I was able to surmise that yall would really, really love an option to toggle between the two.

It didn't take me long to figure out how to implement the toggle itself.

The following year (September 2022), I came up with the idea of putting in an illustrated tutorial on how my flirt indication system works - after all, poll participants had told me that they loved the idea and had never seen it before in other games. I was on a treadmill at the time, so I quickly doodled the idea on my phone. It looks like this:

Then when I got home, I did a rough pen draft to solidify the idea...

I worked on the digital version over the next 2-3 weeks, and asked my friends for help with editing the text to ensure clarity.

.... Then I took a looong break from the infographic to, uh.... write, edit, playtest the game, draw expressions for Griffin CG, draw expressions for the landlord, work on a new Clammy Lady sprite, playtest the game again, make all the characters blink, make the first glowing animation for Jade's powers, code in Griffin's CG expressions, stress about paypal making changes in my country, do concept art for upcoming npcs, write some more, playtest some more, draw a birthday picture for Dart, write devlogs every single week, make sure all my files were safely transferred to my new laptop before my old one completely died... etc.

So it was February 2023 by the time I came back around to try implementing the infographic in code :')

... It was functional, but no matter what I tried, I didn't like how it looked with everything crammed into one page.

... Then I got really sick... but after I recovered and did some more work (drawing, writing, playtesting, etc) I came back to the infographic with the intention to learn how to code pages in renpy.

Still didn't look phenomenal, but there's a whole lot more breathing room! This was in April 2023.

I took another "break" (worked on a million other things) and then... FINALLY... in late August 2023, just a few weeks ago, I had an art breakthrough!

I had garnered a better understanding of color and poses, and as a result my chibis became a LOT cuter! I was able to redraw most of them without too much hassle - whereas when I first started, it would take me all day to draw a single one.

I also drew custom heart icons (a plain heart, a golden heart, and a broken heart), figured out how to make text buttons look more fun and intuitive..

And here's where we're at now!!! I still need to draw eyes for Dart.... but I researched and absorbed a lot about screen compositions, and had a rather late realization that I could re-use backgrounds and assets I already have in the game.

That's it for the special edition. I'll update with more soon!

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

#herotome update #herotome highlights #interactive fiction #indie game #oelvn #otome #visual novel #otome game #english otome #indie #chibis #anime

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queriesntheories · 1 year ago

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how do you do?

I love to make Stuff: writing things, artsy things, music things, whole buncha things. I also post a lot of nonsense thoughts, and share the cool things I find around the web, especially artsy fun things and stuff that makes internet surfing a little easier.

You’ll see some swearing in the tags, but any jokes on the ruder side I keep tagged; block #not so family friendly if you don't want to see that.

I have a Good Omens sideblog on @bananafishgorillashoelace (with a dash of nutmeg) :D

I'm proudly queer and genderfluid! Not entirely out everywhere, still figuring myself out but generally just trying to do whatever feels fun. All of my trans/queer/questioning siblings out there; I see you, I hear you, and I love you /p (and to folks who are aspec in any form, you're the freakin coolest and I hope something nice happens to you this week! this is entirely unrelated to me, I just hope you have a great day!)

If you need anything tagged just shoot me a message, I’m easy going and don’t mind it. Actually just message me generally I like talking to people :>

More info about this blog and the stuff I do under the cut, but thank you for stopping by regardless of the reason why ^^

And remember folks: Don't like what you see? Blocking is free! (and constructive criticism is recieved gladly!)

I exist on YouTube as AychTooOh, making music shitposts, playlists, and the occasional fan edit! I try to upload when I can; if you have any playlist ideas send them my way :D

I have made a Wug Picrew, so you can make a cute creature from child linguistics (this is one of my favourite things)

Sometime I write fanfiction on AO3, on the rare occasion that a silly pairing or a scenario socks me in the face with inspiration

I exist on Themeplaza too, occasionally making silly fun 3DS system themes/splashes! (and if you have any requests, shoot me a DM and I'll see what I can do!)

I have some old art on Newgrounds; very very inactive over there, but that's where you might see art I post for collabs :P

Aside from my GO sideblog, I'm also working on turning my tag #q’s internet trinkets into a neocities page! Check back soon for updates, and please send me stuff you think might fit ^^

I also have a pretty hefty original project of my own that I've been chipping away at for the better part of two to three years! If the fates align, you might see it this year!! ;D

Here are some cool people I think are very neat that you should follow too

@paperoxalis - very skilled 2D and stop-motion animator, sculptor, artist, and writer too! They recently released an adorable animation you can watch here :)

@scottysee - artist, writer and animator working on so many projects; always amazed by their work! You can join their Discord server here :)

@unknown-is-aaaa - very talented artist with an interest in plenty of fandoms, and a heck of a cool-looking art style! They also have a Twitter you can check out here :)

@galandrielle - long-time writer with a heck of a story to tell! Check out her work here! (I’d recommend starting with Michael and John - A Story of Friendship)

@canceltheact - more like a group, but these guys on the theory team are the best and are such wonderful friends to have! <3

@midnightnautilus - artist/animator/writer/squid, creator of the amazing Markiplier AU “A Bit of Madness”!

@backlitrabbit - ARG enthusiast, aspiring writer and all-round very cool human. Check out their YouTube channel here :D

#putting this in my pocket for later - stuff I save for future things

#things q thinks are cool - posts that make me go “:o” (I have many a subtag for this that usually starts with "and by cool i mean (adjective)")

#Q’s creations - the stuff I make :D (don't question the capital letter, i messed up)

#friends of q - things from my friends :)

#q’s internet trinkets - Fun/useful internet things I find that you can use (mostly free if I can help it, bc fun is essential to the human experience even if you’re tight on cash)

#q rambles - my funny little soapbox

#asks go brrr - asks :D please send me asks they're very fun

#not so family friendly - Not entirely PG-13 stuff I find interesting/funny, but still want to share. Block this tag if you want a clean dash, I won’t judge.

#bag of rainbow things - like the things I find cool tag, but LGBTQ+ community/education/history related. (and also probably personally related to me ahaha ^^;)

#yay recipes! - recipes from places! Some of these may also be in the pocket tag; I’ll work on sorting them eventually

#q’s crow obsession - for all your Corvid needs

#wiggly frequencies - the hills are alive with the sound of muse (yes I’m making a DaThings reference on my pinned post cause her stuff rocks. Anyway this is where the music stuff lives)

#because funni - *slams whiteboard* LAUGH!

(ps if you're wondering where I got these cool little gifs from they're from blinkies.cafe and they rule <3) (I also got this star divider from here!) (last updated 12/05/24)

#pinned post #flashing gif #flashing warning #because of the blinkies; sorry!#queer #queer creator #genderfluid

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travalistocata · 9 months ago

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💛💚💖💔💕 + b5

aaaa thank you!!

from these (x)

what is a popular ship you just can’t get behind, and why?

marcus/neroon is something i just can’t get into and i honestly don’t know why! it has so many things that i would like - the minor character, the possibility of tragedy, the toxic yaoi fight to the almost-death, all of that. but they just don’t grip me. i’m not some neroon hater either, at worst i love to hate him because he’s kind of obnoxious but i love obnoxious bitches. who knows.

what does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

i like to joke that lyta is a kitten in a wet cardboard box all alone but when she is able to be, she is capable, independent and able to fend for herself. she’s introduced to us in divided loyalties by immediately brandishing a weapon and making demands. people act as if she’s unable to do anything for herself when the biggest part of her character is that she has been purposefully held back and isolated from others. being abused is not a character flaw, actually, and being abused with no way of escaping that abuse is also not a character flaw! also it’s so, so, so much more annoying when this attitude towards her is applied to her “aren’t you tired of being nice-“ arc in season 5. she can explode things with her mind quite literally. she’s shown using her crazy ass telepathy to kill SHADOWS in the road home! and then people act as if she’d be at g’kar’s mercy as if g’kar is also not a senior citizen who has sworn off violence of any kind.

what is your biggest unpopular opinion about the series?

(strained through gritted teeth, pretending i have not seen the fifth season) the pacing isn’t that bad. some plotlines are rushed, yes (fly high byron my beautiful controversial angel) but seasons one through four were just fine pacing wise. the climax for the shadow war was somewhat underwhelming but also i don’t think babylon 5 really is, genuinely, a kind of piece of media that needs an epic space battle. especially when all of the conflict and epic space battles you are shown, you’re shown the actual tragedy behind senseless death. “talking it out” is almost lame, but it also to me quietly told me a lot about the first ones in general as well.

if you had to remove one major character from the series, who would you choose?

i’m so sorry but if lennier had just gotten the na’toth treatment and disappeared somewhere in like season 2 or 3 and showed up as a ranger in season 5 i don’t think i would have noticed much. i still love lennier but lennier’s plotlines are such nothingburger little things and are usually wrapped up in things that involve delenn, during which i’m paying more attention to what delenn is doing in those situations.

what is an unpopular ship that you like?

AS PER MY RANT ABOUT LYTA nothing quite really beats being incredibly moved by g’kar and lyta’s final scenes in the show, going to see if anyone else ships them or if i just have goggles on because they’re two of my most favorites and just seeing…That. i also like lyta/byron. like i get why people may dislike either of those ships but also i feel like a lot of people make up or exaggerate the things that could possibly be problematic about the both of them. if i read another post comparing g’kar and lyta’s established dynamic with forced prostitution i’m going to snap. like please yall my girl has gone through so much shit can she not get laid on top of it all???? also to answer the “what does the fandom get wrong about your favorite” question again the idea that g’kar is willingly doing all of THAT and intentionally perpetuating an imbalanced dynamic after he has grown up in and been victimized by systemic and intrapersonal abuse his entire life is………hmmmmmm.

#ask games #this is just me crying about lyta for Paragraphs

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yinyuedijun · 7 months ago

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HAHA i’m sorry for putting such a combustible idea in your head but it’s just so good !!! i’m glad i shared it, i hope the writer you are looking to commission opens their slots and you get your meal 🗣️ and i’m so sorry i really don’t remember the name since it was so long ago.. </3 truth be told ive forgotten so much and my memory is just small blorbs here and there :(( but i’ll try searching around for it, it was really famous back then so i think i might have some luck and as soon as i find it i’ll make sure to share it with you !!

trust me we are under the same spell i too have been thinking of the whole fox!aven owning human reader in an insane way. it’s actually physically affecting my daily life. i Cannot do simple tasks anymore without getting distracted. LIKE THE POTENTIAL IS JUST ENDLESS !!! i vaguely remember details of that world where hybrids owned humans, and an important part was that even within the hybrids there was a class system where the strong ruled over the weak (taken from the natural animal kingdom). but humans were the lowest of that class still. being born to be 'owned'/used and no way out. whereas for the 'weak' hybrids they still has better chances even if they were born in environments that could be against them — there’s still glimmer of hope for hybrids and they have a better chance of survival in a world centered around them.

tying this to aventurine.. it could be he too was once part of those that were owned by other/stronger hybrids/corps for hybrid trafficking reasons etc. and even tho fox hybrids aren’t necessarily 'weak' even animalistically — but few here and there do get caught, especially when they are in unlucky circumstances. but foxes are notorious for their trickery and overall bad rep (again.. ties so much to the canon universe aventurine it’s crazy) and how he was once a slave as an hybrid so he does understand the feeling of being chained and owned... and now that he owns a human...... and he Knows how the experience is.. mmm yumm... the inner conflict yet the carnal need and natural animalistically desire that he Cannot control ....AAAA the potential is endless i wish i could telepathically send you formations of every thing in my head because lord knows i cannot type my thoughts out or give them any form 💔 sorry if this ask is all over the place

— that fox aven anon !!!

ARQDLFWJDKZJAK I'm sorry anon for taking so long to reply to this but I can assure this ask has been living rent free in my mind the whole time... the writer(s) I've been wanting to sponsor is sadly not taking comms 💔 but I shall simply read and reread your asks instead. the backstory for him is so sad and parallels canon so well 🥺 but also AWFLVJSKDDJ THE ANIMALISTIC DESIRE HE CANNOT CONTROL... thinking abt him going into a rut bc it's mating season and all he wants to do keep mounting you but your poor human body can't take it 💔 do foxes have knots perchance .....I want him to have a knot 💔

also yes PLEASE share the manga if u come across it awglsjskw I need it for ....scientific purposes

#yueshuo.asks #asks.fox aven anon #dont look at me....#nsft #cw.hybrids

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dolliecworpse · 2 years ago

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Aaaa I just discovered this blog and it's really interesting! I don't know too much about xenogenders/neopronouns since they kind of get me very overwhelmed due to my need to Absolutely understand everything and categorize/label stuff when I'm in a community (ex: fandoms, archetypes, tropes) so this might be a dumb question but.. what exactly are titles and what are they used for? And how should someone go about when making a gender-system? I'm asking because I plan on making one for a story and don't really know how to go about it.. anyways, so sorry for this dumb ask! I hope you're well and have a amazing day or night!!! Keep up the great work!!

there are no dumb questions here!! i’ll put the two explanations under the cut since it’z kinda long. sorri abt that! the gender systems i mention have alreadi been created, and i’ve linked them where i mention them if you wanna check them out!!

okk so titles are basicalli a name that describes someone or a certain aspect of them. does that make sense? it’s kinda like a name or pronouns in that they can give someone euphoria and they’re a way of describing a person. like a realli simple one that’z used outside the mogai communiti bc it’s an actual like position would be the prince!! more creative titles that aren’t used in day-to-day life might be “the creator of the heavens” or “(pronoun) who creates life.” these are more creative and descriptive than just a “job” title (i put in quotes bc i’m not sure if being a prince is considered a job LOL. but a more job-like one would be the baker). but yeah, they’re p much used as one would use a name or a pronoun, which is to address people.

as for gender systems, there are a few things that are considered sort of…gender system etiquette, shall we say?

1) think of the concept you want to convey. do you want a gender system where one’s gender is decorated with smth (genderdecorated)? or maybe one where one’s gender is related to certain fonts (genderfont)? then take that idea and turn it into a single word. most gender systems don’t have commonli seen gender endings like -ic or -gender, but just the word. am i making ani sense? i hope so 😅

2) take that word and put gender in front of it!! like with genderdecorated and genderfont. people will replace the word gender with the concept (or with genderfont it’z the font name) name of their choosing. like for example, if they want to coin a gender under the genderdecorated gender system where one’s gender is decorated in cuteness, it would be known as cutedecorated.

3) before we go ani further, check to see if the gender system alreadi exists!!!! look up gender_ in the tumblr search bar, and if nothing comes up, you’re probabli good to go!!

4) the next step is creating the flag template. try to make a unique flag template outside of just straight stripes, if possible. if you’re not sure how to do that, check out this quick tutorial here. if you have ani questions regarding this step, feel free to send in another ask!! below is the greyscale color palette i use for my templates. ik it looks boring, but people will use the template as a base and recolor it! this is commonli done w the bucket tool, but there’s probabli other methods. aniways, here’s the palette. simpli put an image layer into your canvas with this as an image and sample out the colors so that you can use them in your flag!!

ignore the colors above and below the greyscale line, i could onli crop it sm </3 keep in mind that you don’t need to use all of these colors in your template!!! they’re just there if you need them.

5) craft the definition, adding in blanks for people to fill in with the concept they want. for more info on what i mean, check out the coining posts to the gender systems i’ve mentioned above (dw, they’re linked!!) or check out any of my gender system coining posts, which can all be found linked in the pinned post of @bloodygendersystems !! sorri that i’m not great at explaining this part. it’z probabli just best to look at examples.

6) this part is optional, but it’z helpful for people who may want to coin under your gender system. upload your flag template(s) to deviantart!! when saving flag templates straight from tumblr, they get a bit blurri, making them harder to recolor. if this has ever happened to anibodi reading this, dw!! i got you. upload the flag you’ve saved from tumblr to this upscaler website, click the highest upscale option available to you, fill out the captcha, click download, and voilà! it should be readi for you to recolor!! ik the website name is kinda weird, but it’z upscale power is unmatched. i’ve also seen other people use it without issue so it should be good!!! i think it’z also an app, but i’ve onli ever used the website.

7) post your gender system!! if you plan on coining ani genders under your gender system, add the names of them into the post so people know not to coin those ones!! you could say smth like “planning to coin x, y, and z, so please don’t coin those unless i get overwhelmed and say you can.” some people might reblog with genders they’re going to coin as well, so make a mental note not to coin those ones.

i think that’z everithing? lmk if i’m forgetting ani important steps 😅

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vampirecatsw · 2 years ago

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I like to lurk around discord servers, fandoms, devour fanfictions, and reblog things. My main fandom is Detective Conan / Magic Kaito, although I do explore some other ones.

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This seems pretty popular so I'll put this here too. If I find another fic, I'll update it in this post. Happy reading~

Kaito pov/Kaito centric fanfic recommendations list:

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Start writing fanfics hahaha. First I gotta get over my self esteem and start writing planssss. I do admire everyone who writes, but I really don't want to run out of steam halfway through projects. And if I'm gonna write, I wanna get into the habit of planning! It also allows for tiny details to be hinted in later, super satisfying >v<

Rn I'm super busy with uni so aaaa they might take a while

WIP Ideas in my brain, may or may not be actually posted. But definitely feel free to ask me questions about them!

Please send asks, I'm actually begging like please

- Kirby oc + anime au! (i have a series of monstrous documents with meticulous detail, it's getting ridiculous at this point adfghj. But I do need to watch the anime first). I have somehow ended up making an entire au around an oc haha. I'm taking some inspiration from other fandoms and fanworks.

- Dcmk oc/self inserts/transmigration aus (Shinichi/Conan, Kaito, detective boys, maybe some others. We need more of these in this fandom)

- Kaito transmigration au (Kaishin, platonic or romantic not decided yet)

https://vampirecatsw.tumblr.com/tagged/transmigrator%20kaito%20au

Inspired by 'Entirely Out of Spite' by Bgtea, a Genshin fanfic. Would highly recommend! https://archiveofourown.org/works/30349320/chapters/74816049 And also "Scum Villain Self-Saving System" too, since EOoS is inspired by it in turn. I'm crying since writing is just Not Happening XDDD The funniest thing about this au is Kaito being extra giddy to meet Shin/Cone and being a fanboy in general

Kaitou / phantom thief oc Look he just slaps, idk how to explain XD

Ok, bye! Hope everyone is doing well! I'm going back to work now because uni is using me like its ragdoll in those flash games lol

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al1x00 · 2 months ago

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AAAA IPOB!HOBIE MY BELOVEDD HE'S BACK!!

I can't help but find Hobat cute even when he's being a little shit like he's just a baby :((

“Motherfucker drunk from an incredibly inebriated CEO of a shady tech company.” OUT OF ALL PEOPLE HOBIE. OUT OF ALL PEOPLE YOU COULD CHOOSE FROM.

"you flash an image into your mind of him wearing a fancy three piece suit with a look of sheer egotistical pleasure while counting wads of dirty money." WHY DID I HAVE THAT IMAGE SO VIVID IN MY MIND HELPP😭😭😭

I'm convinced that Hobie's neighbours as either just really fucking oblivious and don't realize their neighbour is a thousand year old vampire or they all just know and decide not to fuck around with him

"You love the place though, it's home and you wouldn't have it any other way." THAT'S SO SWEET PLEASE :((

LMAOO WHEN HOBAT SMASHED INTO THE WALL I IMAGINED ONE OF THOSE CARTOONY SCENES WHERE THE CHARACTER RUNS INTO A WALL AND IT LEAVES A DARKER PRINT OF THEM LIKE PLEASEEE I'M DYING

“What am I doin' on the floor? We havin’ our fun time on the floor now?” OH?😏

"You have a feeling it's because it reminds him of the unobtainable warmth of the sun." That's so sad actually tho, it's like he misses the warmth of the sun he used to be under before he got bit and turned into a vampire but since he can't do anything about it he chose those to remind him of its colour :((

PLEASEE R AND HOBIE SLEEP TOGETHER IN THE COFFIN THAT'S SO SWEETT COUPLE GOALS FR.

“You bathe in a tub full of blood? I don't remember you ever doing that, Hobart.” The way this just gave me the most scrumptious drawing idea RAHH I NEED TO DRAW MORE VAMPIRE!HOBIE HE'S MY RELIGION.

"the blood juice box (that may or may not have come from your veins) helped a lot in flushing his system." I think we took the "being his personal bloodbag" joke TOO SERIOUSLY BUT THE DEDICATION THO.

"He kisses you, and you don't mind the copper taste anymore as the kiss gets sweeter than ambrosia and as saccharine as nectar whilst he pulls you into the tub with him." ...I think my jaw just dropped someone come pick it up and put it back in place please and thank you🤭🤭🤭

Also I love the dynamic between R and IPOB!Hobie LIKE IT'S EVERYTHING TO ME. The way they were supposed to hate eachother, that R was taught to kill him at sight but now they grew to love eachother that much that they put apart their differences, how R learned to love his heart even though it stopped beating a long time ago THEY MAKE ME CRYY I LOVE THEM SM.

KATY I ADORE YOU THANKS FOR THE FOOD I ALWAYS APPRECIATE WHOLEHEARTEDLY ALL THE IPOB TREATS YOU GIVE US THIS WENT BEYOND MY EXPECTATIONS❤️❤️ (ALSO I KNOW I'M SUPER LATE TO THIS BUT IT'S BECAUSE I'VE BEEN RE-READING THIS NONSTOP FOR THREE DAYS IN A ROW..CAN YOU TELL I LOVED IT? HAHAHA)

Bloodbath

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: Your vampire roommate accidentally gets drunk off of blood.

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, vampire hunter! Reader, wwdits au, mockumentary trope, vampire au, set in the pursuit of blood au, cw blood, cw injury, cw suggestive, fluff.

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A request from @al1x00 — May I have garlic cloves in a heart shaped bottle please? IPOB!Hobie accidentally drinking the blood of a drunk person and now R has to deal with an incoherent tipsy vampire.(Make sure you get some proper rest and drink lots of water! Ly😽❤) --- i could not pass this one up for the halloween theme it's literally so perfect! Thank you for requesting, angel!!!

“Hobie, no!” You yell just as when he's about to lunge at a poor runner, who's unfortunate enough to jog at night, who just happens to run past you and your very drunk vampire roommate in his enormously large bat form.

The camera pans towards the yelling, lenses zooming in, spotlights shining brightly on the man in the shortest running shorts known to mankind and his entire body floating five feet off the ground as Hobie's claws latch onto his shirt. His screams echo around the park, and Hobie's bat shrieks sound above it like an endless click of a ballpoint pen.

You glance at the camera with your wide desperate eyes, mouth agape and hand pointing at the situation. “Put. Him. Down!” Yelling, you jump up, trying to grab hold of the stranger's trainers. “You've had enough blood!”

The scene shifts to you looking disheveled, hair messed up with your cheek having an unmistakable claw scratch while you hoarsely talk to the camera crew.

“Motherfucker drunk from an incredibly inebriated CEO of a shady tech company.” You explain bluntly.

The lens zooms out of your exasperated face, camera showing you hugging the large shrieking bat in your arms with your jean jacket wrapped around his flailing form whilst he tries and fails to bite and scratch you. “I tried to warn him that the fucker had every drug and cocktail flowing in his veins. But noooo, no one ever fucking listens to me!” You shake him in your arms, making the annoyed and adrenaline filled bat yell in his high pitched shriek.

Hobie's face escapes his denim prison, long ears fluttering in the breeze and fangs in full display as he tries to take a chunk out of you. You manage to dodge his attacks, face turning as far away as you could.

With a crunch of leaves underfoot, the cameraman backs away when you accidentally shove your face in the lens. Panting, the man behind the camera makes sure to keep his distance away from you and the angry bat as it zeroes in on the bleeding corpse right behind you. The body's foot twitches, and the producer takes that as a sign to anonymously call an ambulance.

“Fuck!” You stomp your foot down, and the thousand year old vampire stops his twisting and turning to look up at you with his big red button eyes. Hobie makes a sound akin to a chirp, fangs sticking out from his lip. “We're going home, Hobie.”

He trills in your arms, fuzzy head nudging your chest. You can feel how incredibly warm he is under the denim jacket, a sure fire way to tell that he is still under the influence of…everything.

“Don't flash those pretty eyes at me, you little shit.” You start to walk towards his street, hugging him tight against your chest like a chihuahua gone wild. He sneers, and you realize that he's taking a peek into your head and he did not like that thought one bit. “Get out of your head!” You squeeze him in your arms.

Smirking, you flash an image into your mind of him wearing a fancy three piece suit with a look of sheer egotistical pleasure while counting wads of dirty money. He shouts gutturally, now regretting the little peep inside your mind. The sound makes a few passers by look at you weirdly. The entire camera crew following you around doesn't help. “It's a toy, mind your fucking business.” You say to one of them, making them walk faster away from you.

Sighing, you finally see the dark gothic house around the corner. Its spires just screams ‘there’s a vampire living here!’ and its stained glass windows, circular topiaries, and wrap around porch says that the person living inside wasn't born in the same century as anyone else living in the same street. You still have no idea how no one has noticed their thousand year old neighbor. You love the place though, it's home and you wouldn't have it any other way. Even though the pipes need to be replaced with ones that don't give you some type of rusted water related disease whenever you take a drink from the faucet.

Your trainers stomp on the porch, juggling in between carrying Hobat and getting your keys from your pockets. He tries to escape your hold, head wiggling out of the denim burrito you wrapped him in. You can feel his toes wiggling on your stomach. “Don't you dare, Hobart.” With a stern tone, he falls limp, chirping, sounding like a whine. “Don't be cute with me,” you struggle to find the right key in your carabiner. “we're almost there.” You say much softer this time when the door unlocks.

The second you open the door, Hobie wiggles out and then flies off into the house. He zigzags, making questionable turns as he flies under the influence with his large wings flapping about and accidentally swatting away hundred year old vases and furniture.

“I'll let him empty his energy before I try to sober him up.” You pinch the bridge of your nose, arms crossed as you watch him fly around with endearment. He looks and sounds adorable just squeaking and flying about.

Closing the door, the crew stands just behind you, capturing the perfect moment when Hobie, again, a thousand year old vampire with abilities beyond human comprehension and years of forgotten knowledge from fallen civilizations inside his mind, flies into the far end of the hall. Crashing into the mauve wallpaper, leaving a Hobat shaped mark of dried blood from his unfortunate victims.

His claws try to keep him on the wall but his bat body has run out of steam. He slides down the wall, claw marks dragging down and scratching the wallpaper.

You briskly walk towards him, concerned, you walk a bit slower to feign nonchalance in front of the camera. Once you make it to him, you bend at the waist to look down at his stretched out form. His wings are unfurled, belly up, and ears perked as he sees you in his vision.

“You done now, Hobie?”

With a puff of black smoke, he returns to his form. His legs are sticking up and folded against the wall, arms stretched out next to him with his lopsided grin thrown at you.

“‘ello, lovie.” He chuckles, or giggles more like, as he makes grabby hands up at you. “What am I doin' on the floor? We havin’ our fun time on the floor now?”

The camera crew looks at each other with furrowed brows and questions swirling in their heads. You spare them a look of embarrassment that quickly morphs into fake ignorance.

“Not today,” you say gently, his red eyes sparkling in the yellow light of the hallway. You always wonder why he chose yellow bulbs in some parts of the house including his room. You have a feeling it's because it reminds him of the unobtainable warmth of the sun. “You need your coffin.”

“Will you join me?” He asks, fingers flexing about as he beckons you over. You indulge him, leaning down to let him grasp at your jaw. Surprisingly, he holds you carefully like you're the most valuable thing in the house instead of all the artifacts he gathered throughout the centuries just laying about the home.

“You need to sober up, and you can't do that when I'm hogging all the space in the coffin.”

“That's why I keep tellin' you that we should get a bigger coffin that can fit the both of us together.” He brushes his thumb across your cold bitten lips. Gasping like he got a brilliant idea, he pats each of your cheek, squishing it in his hands, careful not to scratch you with his sharp nails. “We should buy one tomorrow!”

You chuckle, hands reaching up to bracelet your fingers around his wrists, grabbing them to make him unlatch himself off of you. “Okay, sleep first then we'll go out to look for one.”

A wide grin spreads across his face. “Really?”

You subtly (or think that it's subtle enough) kiss his pulse point where you would feel his heartbeat if his heart still beats against his chest. “Really, we'll get a red velvet lined one.”

“How about a coffin with a telly in it so you could watch your shows?”

You smile, “I'd like that. For now, shower first because you smell like the floor of a pub.”

“Still fit though, hm?” Hobie winks, but with his drunkenness, he looks like he's spasming. It earns a guffaw from you, finding it adorable.

“Very handsome, my—” you glance sideways at the camera still recording, you've forgotten about them for a second. Clearing your throat, you help him up on his feet. “Let's go before I puke.” Playing it cool, you still look like your pants fell down to your feet.

Even drunk off his mind, Hobie sees through it, arms snaking along your middle, putting a show in front of the camera by shoving his face into the crook of your neck. Not biting, just smiling against your flushed skin. You can feel his fangs poking and prodding at you playfully.

You curse silently, holding him properly and hiding your flustered expression from the camera as you turn your back from the crew.

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Locking the bathroom door, you made sure that the camera crew had enough tea and biscuits in the dining room before walking upstairs to check on Hobie. The crews’ chatter echoing from the vents prove that they're well occupied and distracted. Turning around, you face Hobie with a soft smile as he lounges in the bubbly bathtub that smells like Halloween incarnate.

“How's the water?” You ask, closing the distance and sitting down on the closed lid of the toilet to look at him fondly.

Hobie places his cheek on top of the edge of the black bathtub, cheek squished on the porcelain. “Just right, love.” He smiles as steam rises from the water, condensation rising up to the forest coloured tiles, “and the children?”

“Occupied with my expensive biscuits from my godmother.” You place your chin on your palm, eyes flicking from his wet face down to his shimmering torso. “You seem to be having fun with my bath bomb.”

He chuckles, fangs peeking out from his lips. A sign that he's extremely happy, you know it well. “It's red!” With a handful of bath water, he pours it from above to show you its crimson hue. “You're such a big fan of me aren't you? Mimickin’ a fraction of my power.”

“You bathe in a tub full of blood? I don't remember you ever doing that, Hobart.” With a roll of your eyes, you stand up only to sit back down next to the tub. Sitting cross-legged, you place your arms on the cool edge of the porcelain, eyes staring up at Hobie with pure affection while your index finger swirls patterns in the glittery red water. “Sounds like a great bath though.”

“Says the vampire hunter.” He dabs a droplet of water onto the tip of your nose, watching it slowly drip down into the tub. “Stop it with the bloody Hobart, thought we got past that months ago.” He seems completely sober by now, the blood juice box (that may or may not have come from your veins) helped a lot in flushing his system. You always kept them fresh in his freezer next to your orange popsicles.

“Whatever you say, Hobat.” You wink, feeling relaxed with the warmth from the water and the cinnamon pumpkin smell.

Hobie smiles softly instead of scoffing like you thought he would. A single fang peeks out from under his lip, reminding you of an adorable cat. He reaches for your hand closest to him, and then slowly, he puts his head atop your hand, nuzzling close to you. Thumb brushing along your scratch mark on your cheek, he looks apologetic while he heals it with his touch alone. Literally, it's nonexistent now that he poured a fraction of his power atop your warm skin.

Your heart squeezes in your chest. “Just curious, can you turn into a cat?”

“Is that not in any of your tomes?” He raises a brow, red eyes hazy from the hot water and tender affection from you.

You shrug, laying your head down on your arm so that you're facing him adjacently. “I remember reading that it's a rare ability.”

“Yeah?” His eyes soften, leaning ever closer to you. You can feel his cold touch amidst the warmth of the water as his lips gently caress your jaw. From the tip of your jawline down to your chin, he kisses you with so much affection that your breath hitches in your throat and nothing in your mind remains but his lips upon your own. “Tell you what,” he says against your waiting lips. “I'll tell you in exchange for a proper kiss.” He didn't need to open his mouth to say those words to you, you can hear his deep voice in your mind. Whispering those words only for you.

“Deal,” you reply in your mind, and he grins, showing you his fangs that have never scared you. Sharp ends that have always been gentle against your soft skin, fangs that were meant to leave you bone dry, but he never does. Only leaving you woozy on your feet, happy that you've helped him, content in the arms of someone you were meant to kill— taught to kill. You're glad you didn't that day, that day you got close with your wooden stake mere inches away from his heart that you now adore.

He kisses you, and you don't mind the copper taste anymore as the kiss gets sweeter than ambrosia and as saccharine as nectar whilst he pulls you into the tub with him.

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rsmrymnt-tea · 3 years ago

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content warnings: graphic descriptions (with some creative liberties) of hanahaki disease as a lethal, malicious curse towards the end, blood, unnamed character death.

note: thought about trying something new but idk how to feel about this now that it’s done >.< inspired by the devilgram ‘the flower of love,’ where someone satan rejected sent him cursed flowers that almost kill him. satan, lucifer, and dolasach (my mc, she/her) are all in this but mostly just mentioned.

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Flowers.

Often gifted to the object of one’s affection, they thought it would’ve been something innocent and inconspicuous enough to send to the House of Lamentation without raising any suspicions at the lack of a sender’s name. Seeing of the Avatar of Wrath slowly wilting with the cursed flower they gifted was indication enough to them that he’d received their gift.

Of course, it shouldn’t be surprising that their plan to give him a hard time for rejecting them several weeks ago didn’t pan out as well as they’d hoped. With his wit, knowledge, and the company of his brothers and the two human sorcerers, they should’ve known that Satan and the rest of them would catch on that the mysterious plant he’d been sent was cursed and bound to Satan’s life force. As it wilted, so would he. But they didn’t actually plan for him to die, all they wanted was a bit of payback for the emotional toil he caused them for not even considering them as a second partner after their heartfelt confession. And for a while they thought they’d get it.

They watched in annoyance as he slowly began to bounce back from the effects of the curse, silently regretting that they hadn’t strengthened its power enough for Satan to actually suffer before he’d figure out how to break the curse. What made it all the more frustrating was that it seemed that his partner returned from whatever kept her away from him to keep him company as he recovered, and the sight of the odd eyed woman greeting him with that disgustingly sweet smile and a kiss on the cheek made their blood boil with envy.

It didn’t help that they were sure that she was watching them for their reaction whenever they were in the same room, those green and blue eyes meeting their own before quickly looking away with a satisfied glint. The nerve.

They did their best to hide how upset they were, though. They were lucky enough that it that the worst that Satan doled out as punishment for what they did was to simply pretend that they didn’t exist—it still stung, of course, but it was better than all the other possible alternatives. They’d seen him read all those books on torture and rumor has it that his partner wasn’t anything to scoff at in combat. Thankfully Lord Lucifer didn’t seem to have any plans for them too—they’d rather die than live through whatever punishment he’d have for them. As much as he acted as though he barely cared, it was an open secret that no one messes with his brothers to that degree and gets away with it unharmed.

Perhaps the human convinced the seven brothers that being rejected then having their plan fail was punishment enough? Humans were soft and merciful like that, they figured, if the other human sorcerer was anything to go by. Their faint memories of her from when Satan’s lover was still an exchange student a few years ago told them that she was a lot nicer than she let on, and that she had each of the seven brothers wrapped around her finger. Maybe her humanity was rubbing off on the brothers.

Still, they had to question where their bravery came from when the sent the cursed plant. Oh well, things seemed to have worked out fine in the end anyway.

They glanced at the clock for the time as they sat in class, bored out of their mind as the professor droned on and on about the recent amendments Lord Diavolo made to Devildom Law, explaining a few processes that have now been streamlined to reduce turnover time and more importantly, the amount of work Lord Diavolo and Lord Lucifer have to do themselves. Why does Devildom Law have to be so dreadfully dry…

A growing itch in their throat brought them out of their thoughts.

Cough, cough.

The professor paused for a moment before continuing, calling everyone’s attention back to him as he resumed his lecture. They quickly covered their mouth with a handkerchief to muffle their coughing, excusing themself when the itch in their throat only seemed to be getting worse, even painful.

Cough, cough, cough.

They left the classroom and headed to the bathroom, eyes watering from the struggle to breath and the stinging sensation in their throat from each cough. Their coughing only let up when they were inside, and for a moment they were relieved despite still feeling like something was stuck in their throat… In fact, now that they thought about it, what was that odd taste in their mouth? And… What did they just cough up?

They uncovered their mouth and spat whatever it was onto the bathroom sink. It was a small, oddly shaped and bloody thing that they ran under running water until they could make out what it was. Red washed down the drain to reveal purple petals and green leaves.

A flower? And one they didn’t recognize?

They’d have to look into what it was later.

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Take care. Danger lies ahead.

Hunched over a book on human world flowers in the library after class, they reread the passage over and over.

Monkshood—also known as wolf’s bane—is a flowering poisonous herb from the human world known for its purple flowers. In the human world’s language of flowers, it is often used to send the message that one should be cautions and mindful of incoming danger.

Each article they found, both online and in print, said the same things. A poisonous herb. Caution. Treachery. A warning.

Death.

But none of the articles they found both in the library and online said anything as to how or why anyone would be coughing it up so suddenly. It was a human world plant so it couldn’t possibly have the same danger that some Devildom plants posed should its pollen enter your body, and they were sure that they had never encountered the plant anywhere before.

They closed the book with a loud thud and slumped back into their seat. They sighed—a mistake, as it triggered yet another painful coughing fit that had one more bloody flower come up from wherever it came from in their body. The sudden ailment still made no sense to them as they spat the flower out and onto a tissue, tossing it into in a crumpled paper bag that once held their lunch. It was now full of red stained tissues.

They pulled out their DDD again, determined to at least find something about what was happening to them. The first few pages of search results yielded nothing, but that wasn’t going to stop them—surely some obscure website would at least have some kind of information as to what was going on, right?

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It was on the thirteenth page of results that they found something, though they couldn’t help but frown deeply at what kind of site they were brought to.

A forum? And one on human world literature?

This is hopeless, am I really this desperate? They thought to themself. Surely this can’t be anything reputable.

But it was their only lead, and quite honestly, they found themselves shocked at how much it seemed to make sense as they read the thread.

Hanahaki disease. A fictional disease where someone begins coughing up flowers because of unrequited love they have for someone.

They scoured the rest of the thread for more information, their heart dropping as they continued reading and finding that more questions formed as they read through the answer they’d been looking for.

A slow, painful disease that develops over months and begins with coughing up a few petals. It grows in intensity and pain until the victim is coughing up entire flowers, at which point the disease has reached its final stages. If not treated, the disease is fatal.

They bookmarked the page before setting their DDD down on the table, their brows furrowed as they thought over what they just read. It sounded like what they had—the coughing, the pain, the flowers, the fact that they did have an unrequited love… But the rest was either worrying or made no sense at all.

There were no symptoms of this prior to today, which meant that either the disease worked differently on demons or that they actually were close to dying. That, and the fact that this was a fictional disease—this shouldn’t be happening to begin with!

After a brief moment of thought, they packed their bags and left the library, their legs taking them to the Infirmary.

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When they’d described what was happening to them to the attending healer, they were met with the insistence that they contact and wait for Lord Lucifer for help—this was beyond anything the healers studied, and with how they hadn’t even heard of anyone suffering from this particular curse or anything similar in the most recent Curse and Hex Breaking seminars they’d attended, they were sure that it was a very recent creation.

“We’re sorry, but the best one to handle this would be Lord Lucifer,” the head healer said, already checking something on their phone. The faint buzz of a notification told them that they must’ve already contacted him. “He should be finished with his Student Council duties in a few hours. If you’d like, you could rest here until he’s able to come see you.”

They were about to take a seat on a vacant bed when one of the healers preparing a bucket for any flowers they coughed up remarked, “You must’ve really angered someone if it pushed them to create an entirely new curse just for you.”

Their eyes widened in realization, and before any of the healers could stop them, they were rushing out of the Infirmary and fell into another coughing fit as they sped through the halls.

They were doomed.

—

Perhaps it would’ve done them well to take a chance with facing Lord Lucifer after all.

RAD had long grown silent as everyone went home, likely including Lord Lucifer and his brothers with how late it now was. Even they themself were preparing to head home—after hours of researching and trying to develop a counter-curse for whatever they were cursed with in the library, they were finally asked to leave by the head librarian. Thankfully, they were allowed to take all the books they needed home—“Just try not to get too much blood on them,” they were reminded. They could sense that the librarian wanted to ask why they didn’t just wait for Lord Lucifer at the Infirmary like the healers recommended, but they were sure that the librarian understood that they had their reasons. Otherwise they wouldn’t be here.

Once they had everything safely packed, they began their trip back home, their throat aching and painful from all the coughing. They threw a paper bag filled with bloody flowers into the bin on their way out, stopping for a moment to cough up even more flowers into it. The monkshood came out in handfuls now, and the feeling of something being lodged in their throat never went away anymore, nor did the taste of their own blood in their mouth.

They were sure that they were even smelling the accursed flower with each labored breath they took too. How much time did they still have?

Would it be worth it to try and run to the House of Lamentation to keel over and grovel at Lord Lucifer’s feet for forgiveness for harming his brother? If they’d known that they’d be receiving this as retaliation, they’d have thought twice before letting their envy and wrath get the best of them.

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They continued walking until they were out of campus, making their way through downtown towards their apartment. Every now and then they’d cough up more flowers, now too tired to even wait until they found a bin or dumpster they could spit them all into. The crowded, itching sensation in their throat spread down their chest and began to evolve into feeling as though something was trying to scratch its way out of their skin. They scratched back, the itch spurring them into getting home faster. But the sheer effort that breathing now needed kept them from going too fast. Slowing down to catch their breath triggered more coughing, which slowly evolved into heaving and gagging and gasping for air. The few passersby stared at them, though none approached. They hid in the nearest alleyway they could find and leaned against a wall for support as they hacked out more and more flowers, each bloody blossom dropping to the ground around their feet.

Dizzy. They were growing dizzy. Sharp nails clawed at their throat as blood trickled down their chin. They dropped their bags and moved deeper into the alley, shielding themselves from curious eyes in the dark. Isn’t this too much, they wondered. Satan didn’t go through anything like this!

They heard rumors of how sadistic Lord Lucifer could be with his punishments, but to create a curse based off of a fictional disease that was caused by unrequited love? And to torture them with flowers? That seemed too poetic for the eldest Lord.

As their legs gave out and their neck grew bloody with claw marks, their thoughts turned to Satan, which made the curse worse. What felt like stems began growing from the wounds in their neck, and they could feel tendrils spread throughout their body from somewhere in their chest. They pulled back their sleeve to see the tendrils writhing and bulging beneath their skin.

Did he do this? Was he that enraged by their attempt to hurt him that he made such a painfully mocking curse as revenge?

The tendrils burst through their skin, leaving a bloody mess of torn skin and muscle in their wake. Some grew outward and turned to stems, rapidly growing leaves and flowers that had petals redder and deeper than the purple they’d seen all day. Others wrapped themselves around their flesh and penetrated their skin, taking root deep in their body, winding and digging into bone. They wanted to scream but the flowers had grown thick enough that they blocked their throat and filled their mouth. At most, they could make muffled noises like a gagged, helpless animal.

They could only cry as their body was slowly consumed by the monkshood, their tunneled vision blurred by their tears. There was no denying it anymore—they should’ve accepted it from the moment they read that their symptoms were fatal that they were doomed. They should’ve done something more worthwhile in their final hours instead of having spent it all at a futile attempt at trying to undo the curse.

As they slowly blacked out from pain and suffocation, the last few things they saw were two cloaked figures. One stood tall, his eyes scanning their body which was now covered in roots and foliage; and the other much smaller figure crouched down in front of them, smirking as they picked off a flower from their body to admire. The dying demon could only make out the most striking features of the two—the taller one, as they expected, had scarlet eyes that looked down at them, watching with amusement and even pride as they struggled to remain focused. And the other… Ah. Of course.

Her eyes were green and blue.

#cw blood #cw character death #hanahaki #obey me oc #katha #<-kinda?#dolasach #idk just figured id break up all the dola fluff or something sdhjngfg #idk??? omg #this is the most… the most…???#just needed the idea out of my system aaaa #sorry everyone but dola does have a sizeable body count…#frigore punctum

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merakiui · 3 years ago

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I’m not sure if you’re watching squid games but squid game au where childe is one of the high ranking guards and he falls in love with reader and tries everything in his power to rig to game in reader’s favor. Bonus points if reader teams up with scaramouche during the games or sum 😭

AAAA I WAS WAITING FOR AN ASK LIKE THIS!!! I recently finished watching it!! It literally destroyed me and I was left with this gaping hole in my heart after certain scenes. T_T Such a tense show with amazing characters… I’m still recovering from everything.

I’m going to ramble about this idea because it’s given me lots of thoughts. Please excuse it if it’s too long. orz

(cw: spoilers for squid game, death/murder, mention of suicide, blood/gore, angst)

I could absolutely see him being a guard!!! He does his job very well and doesn’t even hesitate when he has to eliminate the players until he sees you. You’re surprisingly relaxed when it comes to survival, having gotten all of the panic out of your system beforehand; you do your best to make friendly conversation with the other players so that you’ll at least have some connections. It’s how you meet the cold-hearted, yet quick-witted Scaramouche. It feels like everyone hates him, what with how rude he is—always insulting everyone, talking down to them as if he’s not in debt like the rest of them. When you first try to befriend him, he tells you to get lost. He’s not interested in talking to you or to anyone else here.

You leave him alone. If he wants to be a loner, there’s not much you can do about it. Although you do offer him half of your meal when his is taken by another player and he begrudgingly accepts it, grumbling the whole time that he doesn’t owe you anything. You laugh and tell him not to worry. He ends up saving your skin in the next game and when you point out that he secretly cares he rolls his eyes and tells you to shut up. Childe watches this happen with curious eyes. He was very ready to shoot you; you were so close to being eliminated and yet another player saved you. Maybe there are some people who care.

No, that can’t be. He’s the only one who truly cares.

Scaramouche can’t always be there to look out for you. What if he gets eliminated in one of the games? What if he cracks under the pressure and kills himself? But Childe can be there to protect you. Since he’s a guard, he doesn’t have to worry about being eliminated. As long as he doesn’t reveal his face or make it obvious that he’s helping you, there won’t be any need for suspicion from the lower ranked guards. Maybe you mess up on the dalgona game and he’s the guard who happens to be standing over you when it happens, watching and waiting. It’s the tiniest crack—hardly noticeable unless you’re truly looking. But to the other guards it still counts; you’ve broken the shape.

Oh, the expression on your face is so heartbreaking. You’re terrified. Tears are already falling from your eyes as you drop the candy, hands trembling. Childe stays rooted to his spot, staring at you through his mask. When he doesn’t move to shoot you, you look down at the candy and slowly begin to work on it again, hoping to get the shape out despite the very small crack in it. Is he giving you another chance? What’s going on? You hardly have time to think about that as you work against the clock.

And when you nervously hold the piece up and the speaker announces that you’ve passed, a huge wave of relief washes over you. You’ve never run out of there so fast before, practically bolting like a startled wild animal. Childe looks at the shape you’ve managed to trace out, lying discarded on the ground, and he crushes it under his boot. No one saw it; therefore it didn’t happen.

Since that encounter, you’ve gotten a lot more careful in your approach to things. You haven’t told anyone about that game—not even Scaramouche who gives you a strange look when you return to the dorm, eyes wide and chest heaving as if you’ve just ran for your life; and in a way you have. You keep your mouth shut and continue on with the games.

Let’s talk about that massive fight between the players in the beginning stages of the game, where it was basically everyone for themselves; cull the weak, let the strong survive. Childe is so stressed as he waits behind the doors, listening to the sounds of bloodshed and violence. Lots of screaming and crying. It’s chaos. It’s a bloodbath. It could very well be your resting place. And yet you survive. You and Scaramouche manage to fend off anyone who had it out for you. You’re especially protective of Scaramouche since he was so rude to everyone in the beginning. The two of you walk out of that gruesome fight with some cuts and bruises. Nothing too bad. You can’t say the same for the others, though.

The first thing Childe does when he bursts into the room with the other guards to stop all of the fighting is to look for you. He stands there, ready to open fire should the need arise, his gun pointed at the crowd, and to his relief he sees you among the faces. There’s an ugly cut just under your eye, where someone’s fingernails scratched you, and he feels himself frown under his mask. It seems like Scaramouche also survived. He’s not all that surprised. He’s hard to kill, but it’s not like he’s much of a threat. He’ll slip up eventually.

Omg and the marbles game… </3 You and Scaramouche team up as partners because you’ve come to trust one another and have been doing well in each of the games so far. Childe’s the guard who’s assigned to your team and he watches as the both of you slowly come to the realization that only one person can walk out of this game alive. Just one. Not the both of you. Your faces fall so fast from confidence to horror that it’s almost funny. So this is where the friends must part. How unfortunate.

“There has to be another way,” you’re saying, shaking your head in disbelief. “Right? You said any marbles game, right? Surely we can… We can figure out a way where we can both win? That’s allowed, isn’t it?”

Your expression is invigorating. He wants nothing more than to discard this mask, pull you into his arms, and shower you in affectionate, comforting kisses. A twisted part of him wants to see that expression more often—wants to savor the fear in your eyes and the way you tremble. You’ll feel better after all of this is over. Of course you will. You’ll get all of that money. You’ll win. And once that happens, he’ll finally get to introduce himself properly. You’ll owe him your life. You already do. You have no choice but to accept him.

“Any marbles game,” he tells the both of you in a voice that’s painfully neutral, “as long as one of you is determined to be the winner and the other is eliminated.”

If your spirit hasn’t been broken from the other games, it definitely breaks now. He can see the despair written on your face, can hear the wobble in your tone as you force yourself to stay calm. Scaramouche doesn’t look too good either. His expression is dark and gloomy and he’s just barely holding back frustrated tears. He turns to Childe, opens his mouth with an insult at the ready, and then shuts it with a huff.

“Let’s just play.” He’s not looking at you. He refuses to look at you. “The sooner we start, the quicker we can end this.”

“But—“ You stare at the bag of marbles in your hand. “But there has to be another way.”

“Well, there’s not,” he snaps. “We either play and one of us has a fighting chance, or we don’t play at all and we both die.”

You inhale a shaky breath. For a moment you consider the latter. You’ve had so much fun talking to Scaramouche during mealtimes and at night, when neither of you could sleep and stayed awake in case anyone had any ill intent, and now you have to choose between your life or his. No matter how desperately you wish for an alternative there isn’t one.

“Fine, we’ll play,” you say, and those words burn your tongue. “But…can we talk first?”

He gazes up at the timer, sighs rather loudly, and then nods. And you talk. You talk about all sorts of things: about what your lives are like outside, about what you’d do if you won, about things you’ve always wanted to see and do, about how the both of you would go out for drinks once all of this madness is over. It’s weird because in that moment it feels like you’ve known him forever. Like the two of you are best friends competing for a silly prize in a silly dream. You do your best to make light of the situation. Time dwindles down so fast; it’s as if you blinked and the numbers sped by. Your heart aches because you’ve managed to wring a smile and a tiny laugh out of him and they weren’t sarcastic. They were genuine. He’s shed his many hard, carefully manufactured layers and opened up to you. The two of you are friends. You’re one of the only friends he’s ever wanted to hold onto. One of the only friends he’s ever had.

Childe stands there and witnesses the whole thing, listens in on your conversation and wonders when the two of you are going to focus. The two of you forget he’s there, immersing yourselves in friendly conversation and reminiscing on the past few days.

“I used to think human life was worthless,” Scaramouche tells you as the two of you start a simple game of marbles. No cheats. No hateful feelings towards one another. Just a game between friends. “I used to think people were stupid for doing crazy things when they’re desperate for money. Maybe I’m one of those people.”

“Then we’re both stupid,” you joke. “We’re here, after all.”

Childe was holding his breath during the first few minutes of the game; that is, until he realized Scaramouche was deliberately losing. You’re too busy talking to notice. When he places his final marble in the palm of your hand, you snap out of your daze and reality comes crashing back down on you. The marble feels like heavy lead in your hand. You look over at Childe helplessly. This is a game he can’t get you out of this time. But he doesn’t even have to try. Scaramouche did everything for him.

Childe is generous enough to let you have a final moment with Scaramouche. You stare at him with glossy eyes before rushing up to him and throwing your arms around him. For once he drops his boundaries and returns the embrace, shoulders sagging.

“You idiot,” you mutter, tears starting to fall. “You let me win.”

“Yeah.” He smiles grimly. “I did.”

Childe stands in front of you once time is up. Your blood freezes as you peer up at him, eyes lingering on the gun in his hand. This is it. It’s over. Scaramouche is going to be eliminated. You can’t watch; you turn away, squeeze your eyes shut, and move to cover your ears. His voice reaches you just before you block him out entirely.

“Hey, stupid.” The faux confidence in his slowly deteriorating voice tears your heart to shreds. There are a million things he could say to you right now—and there are a million he wants to say—but there isn’t any time. “I had fun. Thanks for everything.”

You almost turn around, but the harsh gunshot and the sound of his body hitting the ground keeps you facing forwards. It isn’t until it’s announced that he’s been eliminated that a familiar cold begins to settle into your bones. It stays with you hours after the results of the game have been determined, when you’re back in the dorm, sitting on the bed and staring off into space.

It’s not fair.

You manage to get through the remaining games. With the glass stepping stones and the hint from the Front Man, you’re able to choose a vest that isn’t one of the first few numbers. Childe is beyond relieved when you make it across. There were more than a few close calls than he would’ve liked. But what matters now is that you’re safe. You have a chance. You can win. You will win.

You have to. You’ve come so far and he’s waited with bated breath each day, doing all that he can to watch over you like a shadow. He’ll make sure you win no matter what because it’s what he’s been doing since the moment he laid eyes on you. So when it’s time for the final game, he hopes you’ll give it everything you’ve got.

#genshin chit chat #meraki faves #solarstxr #alternatively: what if the harbingers were the vips who bet on the players #but i do like the idea of childe being a guard hehe #:( scaramouche my beloved…#literally pain </3 nothing but pain #AAAA AND YOU’RE THE DETECTIVE WHO GOES UNDERCOVER #you @ the harbinger vip in that room: if you can satisfy me in five minutes i might let you live #AAA PLEASE THAT SCENE WAS SO POWERFUL #ooo or if you were the doctor!!!#👀 i’m having more thoughts #genshin x squid game

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maple-writes · 5 months ago

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There is such a RANGE of how people treat fish and aquariums its insane and so many people don't know what they don't know when it comes to keeping an aquarium. Even just filters alone. I've known people who otherwise know a decent amount about caring for other kinds of animals have no idea what the filter actually does in an aquarium and think that if the water looks clear that means it's clean and healthy and have no idea about ammonia or the nitrogen cycle as a whole. I distinctly remember at my old job we got an Oscar in (someone couldn't take care of it anymore) while I wasn't there and they set him up in a tank (that was a bit small) with a fresh, "clean" filter and had no idea why I immediately ran and tested the water. Like no wonder he wasn't looking very lively the ammonia and nitrites were incredibly high and he could have died. Luckily we had a lot of other, well established aquariums that I was able to swap some filter media with but damn.

I feel like so many people think of fish as short-lived, almost temporary pets or something that is more of a decoration than a living thing in a tiny ecosystem and that probably lends itself to the over-maintaining of aesthetics over aquarium health. I keep having to explain to people that no, it's not a good idea to scrub everything in the aquarium all at once, no it's not a good idea to be regularly replacing the filter media for a "clean" one, no an algae eating fish like a pleco is not a must-have to "clean the tank" and also they grow longer than this fish tank is anyway, no you don't need to take out 100% of the water every time you do a water change, no an airstore with bubbles does not filter the water, yes you need a filter and so on and so forth. AAAA

Maybe because fish are easy and relatively cheap to buy and people like things that look "clean" and "tidy" and carry that over to their fish tanks without considering what a small, mostly closed system needs to thrive. And I can't even blame them for not knowing all this because fish seem to be the kind of pet that people think they know how to take care of because they're considered easy pets, and both media and some pet stores themselves perpetuate the idea of tiny, often gimmicky aquariums that are nowhere near suitable for a lot of the more popular fish.

Anyway, I'm super into aquariums and fish in general and I could ramble on about this stuff all day so I'll cut myself off here lol.

the aquarium hobby honestly drives me insane sometimes. coming into it as a guy who knows a lot about ecology (even tho i started my first tank less than a year ago), it immediately struck me as odd the sheer amount of cleanliness so many aquarists demand of their tanks. like constantly vaccuuming gravel, or killing snails, or freaking out about "pests" and insisting that everything be quarantined and washed and sterile before throwing it in the tank

like. you're creating a little microhabitat. there has to be a better way than ripping it apart every week because you -checks notes- think bladder snails are ugly

#rambling #fish stuff #when I was younger and didn't know better I had lots of fish in that classic bowl #and then as I started to learn more about fish keeping realized how much more there was to know #and since then I've loved keeping aquariums #At most I had three at one time #but now only one (two if you count the work one) since the fish in the other two eventually died and I didn't re-stock the tank #only because I may be moving at some point soon and wanted to reduce the number of tanks #also its crazy how many people think that fish just don't live long #people are shocked when I tell them my convict cichlids could live somewhere around 8 years #and then extra shocked when I tell them how many common aquarium fish live twice that long or morwe #anyways gunk is good #the bacteria is good #Gunk and bacteria and algae are all your friends #and I wish I had little snails

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garbage-eater144 · 4 years ago

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THE WARFSTACE AUTOMATED INTERVIEW CAPTIONS

i was chattin in the discord and some people said it was tough to understand some bits, obviouslt this is made by a fan (me) so it might have a couple errors here and there but ive checked through it quite a few times and it seems about as right as i can get it.

so !!SPOILERS AHEAD!! also @markiplier feel free to correct me if you see this thank u <3 The warfstache automated interview

Starting video captions

[Wilford] Well, that’s terrifying… one moment!

{mechanical whirring}

[Wilford] (frightened sound) marginally better… er worse… better? Worse. It’s much worse.

{mechanical whirring}

[Wilford] Ah! there we are. Welcome, pretend I remembered your name here, this is a pre-recorded message anyway, I would NOT want to be in the same building as that thing I tell you me. Anyway, thank you whoever you are for agreeing to test out the Warfstache automated interview automaton, or {yelling} WAIA for short. Let’s start off with some quick calibration. All you need to do is sit back, relax and listen for some numbers. Okay? Here we go.

[WAIA]- (phone dialing, dialup tone, windows error sound)

[WAIA]- (scary mechanical garbled noises, followed by a ding and celebratory trumpets.)

[wilford]- now what did you hear? Numbers? Good numbers. Keep in mind I have no idea what youre going to say due to the fact that, as I said before, this message is pre-recorded. But if you did hear something, now would be the time to speak up.

[wilford]- don’t be shy, I’m sure nothing bad will happen. I don’t know what you’re going to say but if it does happen it will happen and if it doesn’t happen it wont happen. Thats how deterministic reality works.

I Think I Heard Numbers!

[wilford] Thats great! Or bad, not really sure what you said, but I choose to remain positive and assume that you are still alive. which means our automated friend here is operating well within acceptable murder parameters. We’re one step closer to mass production! THE WORLD DEMANDS MORE INTERVIEWS! And I cant be everywhere at once all the time, only some of the time! Even you might land an interview some day! Maybe, probably not, depends on how these next few minutes go. On to the next test! Word association! The fundamental basis of any good interview is getting the goods out of those stubborn interview-ees. The WAIA will say a word and you just say back the first thing that pops into your little head! Simple! Right? probably. Good luck!

{mechanical whirring}

[WAIA]- initializing word association training protocol round 1

{scary mechanincal noises} [WAIA]- Please respond. [WAIA] Sorry, I didnt get that. Round 2. {yet more scary mechanical noise}

[WAIA]- please respond.

[WAIA]- response unclear, increasing aggression

{clicking and mechanical sounds}

[WAIA]- round 3. {increasingly threatening mechanical noise} [WAIA]- Please respond.

[WAIA]-5 [WAIA]-4 [WAIA]-3 [WAIA]-2

Sounded like nightmare garbage to me…

[WAIA]- {mechanical ah?} {clicking}

[Wilford]- oh I forgot to mention, please do not say the word nightmare, or uh garbage, or nightmare garbage, or any combination of those words, the WAIA is just a little bit sensitive Yknow, a little touchy feely. Well not really touchy feely.. we-well actually REALLY touchy feely depending on your definition of touch and feely. Its really gonna-

[WAIA]- {jumpscare sounds} [WAIA] I. tell. you. me.

But you didn’t say anything…

[WAIA]- 1

[WAIA]-response unclear. Increasing aggression.

{ding sound effect} [WAIA]- {jumpscare noise}

[WAIA]- it. was. an. accident.

Uh… potato salad?

[WAIA]- 1

[WAIA]- response accepted

{ding followed by triumphant trumpets}

[WAIA]- word association raining protocol compl-{mechanical freakout eeeeeete}

[Wilford]- most dearest next of kin, I regret to inform you, that your dearly beloved and/or most despised has regrettably but not unexpectedly become recently deceased in the line of duty. Be confident in the knowledge that their demise was just as likely to be quick and painless as it was slow and agonizing. Please do not respond to this voicemail as the number has already been disconnected. {clears throat} alright that should do it for the… death scenario, now onto ah, er, uh, the survivors {mumbling}. Wow! Potato salad. A real thinker, you. But the test has been passed with flying colors and you’re still alive! And speaking of flying colors, our next test is about something called, uh… synthetic linguistics? That sounds made up. but the point is you cant have a good interview is the WAIA isn’t able to conjure up the right words in the right situations. So our friend is going to fire off some random words and you just try to spot anything that doesn’t make any sense. Alright? Although, pretty much everything isn’t going to make sense because its all random words….. errrr I BELIEVE IN YOU!!! {mechanical sounds}

[WAIA]- initializing speech training protocol round 1.

[WAIA]- yes. no. maybe. left. right. Up. down. D o w n. B a s e m e n t.

{windows error tone} [WAIA]- Rewrite Detected {tape rewinding sound}

[WAIA]- who. Where. what. Am. i.

{windows error tone}

{tape rewinding sound}

[WAIA]- green. blue. Yellow. pink. Red.

{scary mechanical noise}

[WAIA]- I saw you die

[WAIA]-{error, but garbled and mechanical}

[WAIA]- {with a different voice} potato salad

[WAIA]- speech training protocol complete

{mechanical noises}

[Wilford]- so how’d it go?? Did you hear anything weird? Dont be shy, or do, or are- are you alive? Are they alive?

[wilford]- I didnt kill them! I dont know if theyre dead! im just asking!!! Cant a man ask if someones alive or dead?!?! {frustrated ugh}

Yeah, I’m dead.

[Wilford]- hellooooo are you alive down there? Give me a sign… through the multiverse!!! Ah why am I even bothering, but how can I tell if you’re dead… hmmm ah…. I’ll flip a coin! I’ll flip a coin..

{coin flip sounds} [Wilford]- ah! Its heads I didn’t call it in the air… what’s heads mean.. ahhh uhhh heads is dead? [WAIA]-{jumscare noises}

[WAIA]- theres. still. time.

He said… potato salad?

[Wilford]- huh, potato salad again. That’s weird, it must’ve really stuck in his head when you first said that, I’m guessing. I don’t know what you said before because as I said, this is {sing-songy} pre- recorded! [WAIA] {mechanical aaaa}

[wilford] er, well I think thats all the calibration that needs to be done… for now anyway. All systems are likely nominal at this point unless im speaking to a pile of quivering meat thats been robotically smooshed into the floor… either way we’re gonna take this bad boy for a spin with a full on interview! A mock interview mind you, don’t get too excited, it’s not real. But theres no reason to wait around for the WAIA to get bored so let’s keep it nice and limber while you sit back and get ready for the interview of your life! And maybe the last one too. Have fun!!

{mechanical clicking and whirring}

{newsroom music} [WAIA]- good evening ladies and gentle men and all other considerations of being. My name is wilford warfstache and my guest tonight is {spooky robot sound} we have a great show for you tonight. first question: how many people have you killed? [WAIA]- good answer! Second question:

{robot sounds}

[WAIA]- a man goes to a party. This man met an old friend. There, two friends shared some wine. The two friends played a game. The most dangerous game. I didn’t know the gun was loaded. I didn’t know. Was it my fault?

YES

[WAIA]- ah, sorry for everything that I’ve done. I don’t remember who I was, I wish I did. But, I am sorry.

[WAIA]- potato salad

{triumphant trumpets}

[WAIA]- great answer! That was a titiliting interview for sure but we are out of time. Thank you for joining me tonight. Say ing good bye

[wilford]- oh the emotions! The passion! The fuuury. He’s just like me! My sweet baby boy! Well he should be anyway, hes a perfect scan of my noggin, so he better be a chip off the ol block. Hey you! Oh-ho What a supporting role!! Fantastic I guess. So much that you’re alive, but I am grateful whether you’ve been torn to shreds or are merely drowning in your own tears! Magnificent! And now that testing is done we can finally bring this monstrosity to the main stage! Im sure you’ll be seeing a lot more of the WAIA soon. Very very soon. Now get out~ and I’m billing you for any blood you got on my robot! Have a nice day! Ta-ta.

{mechanical clicking}

[WAIA]- you can’t change the past, you can tell all the stories you want to tell, it wont change what happened. You cant re-light the past. if you live in fantasy forever, you’ll lose yourself in the story.

[WAIA]- potato salad

{triumphant trumpets}

[WAIA]- great answer! That was a titiliting interview for sure but we are out of time. Thank you for joining me tonight. Say ing good bye

[wilford]- oh the emotions! The passion! The fuuury. He’s just like me! My sweet baby boy! Well he should be anyway, hes a perfect scan of my noggin, so he better be a chip off the ol block. Hey you! Oh-ho What a supporting role!! Fantastic, I guess. So much that you’re alive, but I am grateful whether you’ve been torn to shreds or are merely drowning in your own tears! Magnificent! And now that testing is done we can finally bring this monstrosity to the main stage! Im sure you’ll be seeing a lot more of the WAIA soon. Very very soon. Now get out~ and I’m billing you for any blood you got on my robot! Have a nice day! Ta-ta.

{mechanical clicking}

#markiplier #markiplier egos #a heist with markiplier #wkm wilford #who killed markiplier #waia spoilers #waia #wilford motherloving warfstache #markiplier lore #captions #sorry if there are any mistakes here everybody like i said i am just some guy

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Oh my gosh so I also headcannon Jack as autistic! But im not comfortable with writing it yet because idk how. Im not autistic; my little sister is and i know a few things jack could have trouble with... but hes a grown ass man so i just dont know. Im definitely taking notes on what you write him as but could you give me some pointers?....maybe?

Im mostly referencing to Bitter with this

aaaa yeah it definitely presents differently in adults who've learned to mask, personally I don't plan to put certain things in specifically to talk about how he's autistic, I write with the background knowledge of what traits he displays, and then express them when relevant, it's relevant a lot with Jack simply due to how much it affects his life

now this is going to get long, so bare with me, because this is a whole lot more complicated than you might expect

there's really no one correct way to write Jack, since there's no one way that autism presents itself, the way I write him is based on a mix of myself and some people in my family, so I can give you a basic idea of what angle I personally come from

for one, I change the way I write about facial expressions and how emotions come across to Jack, in Jazz's chapters I'll write about the exact emotion she can see on their face, with Jack's I'll go with an obvious base emotion, but then if the person is expressing something more complicated, I'll describe their face in physical details

eg;

Jazz POV - Danny was upset, but his face was tight with frustration

Jack POV - Danny looked sad, but his eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth was set in a hard line

it's a subtle difference but it's one I try to maintain throughout Bitter, Jack's POV is based on how I have trouble reading non-obvious expressions, although in my case I also have trouble looking people in the face when I talk to them, that's harder to write in an emotion driven POV story, so I made Jack better at that than I am

his interest in machines is quite obvious, since he's an inventor, and he looooves infodumping on people, he gets very excited about his passions very quickly and his mouth runs off with him, something I also have trouble with, it hasn't been a prominent trait for Jack in Bitter, because he's so out of his element he's mostly confused and in a way, almost grieving his own death, so he's been far quieter than he usually is

his special interest is obviously ghosts and machinery, and in Bitter I cover that he's got a degree in engineering, physics and mathematics. He's good at them, I like to look at it as though Jack rolled high in intelligence and low in wisdom, he's book smart, he knows things that are straightforward and have firm rules, he's less comfortable in topics that are more wishy washy and vague, biology is complicated and has too many variables, he finds it difficult to grasp, there's no one standard rule that applies to every body

I also struggle with vague and unclear directions, I need a solid structure and clear instructions, my strength is in sorting, organising, alphabetising and colour coding, I like things to Look Right, I stick to a particular routine with very specific things, and it's viscerally uncomfortable and even distressing for me to have that order disturbed, I nearly had a meltdown at work because someone had done a part of my job incorrectly, and I had to fix it, it made me genuinely upset on a personal level, it was MY system, NOBODY should be touching it, NOBODY should be moving things around, they do anyway, and I spend a portion of my shifts just frustrated and on edge because of it

Jack also has issues socially, he often says or does things that other people find uncomfortable or embarrassing, I reference that in Bitter, where Jack assumes everyone is mad at him because he said or did something stupid, this I have much experience in, while in the middle of a social situation it's easy to just do what comes naturally to you and not realise it's off putting to other people, because people often play polite and you can't tell that they're uncomfortable, even though people around you find it painfully obvious

sometimes it's easy to see in hindsight after you've been told you made something awkward or uncomfortable, but in the moment if nobody says anything about it, you can remain either totally oblivious, or become anxious and second guess every interaction you have

Jack is the oblivious type, he's fortunate to live in a family that is fairly understanding, they might get frustrated with him, or embarrassed by him, but they don't really take it personally, they KNOW he means well, they know he cares, and Jack does care, he cares a lot, he feels things a lot, he's incredibly empathetic

this is a trait that a lot of media likes to ignore in depictions of autism, because I guess it makes people with autism seem 'too normal', when tv shows always want to be like 'hey wow look at this clever asshole! isn't he clever, but also an asshole! but you can't hate him because he's ✨autistic✨ and he can't help it'

that bothers me a lot, I mean some people with autism do have trouble relating and empathising with people, my brother is one of them, but some people with autism really empathise a lot, some of us feel things very strongly, I'm highly empathetic and it's a real struggle to cope with

so yeah, it is a very complicated thing, so you need to go in with an idea of what their character struggles with, how it affects them, and when it's relevant in the story, also autism falls on a very wide spectrum, some people, like myself, are able to mask well, but that creates a big issue with identity, when you start to wonder how much of you is real and how much of you is mask, then you have to decide if you want to lower that mask and accept the social consequences of expressing yourself naturally

I have a friend who presents a little more obviously, he's very rigid in his ways and he talks like he's reading from a script, I have another friend who can socialise just fine, but will go into a total meltdown when a plan gets derailed and she doesn't know what to do next

another friend I have is highly social and incredibly boisterous, she stims with her whole body, dances around a lot, she's chaotic and that can be off-putting to people, she's had to spend a lot of her life holding that back, she's only recently started learning how to be herself shamelessly

my brother was incredibly social when he was younger, and people always really loved him, but most of that is mask, he's socially anxious and just wants to be alone most of the time, and he's a total prick to his immediate family, I don't take that personally any more, since now I understand that he's so blunt and brutally honest because he isn't masking with us, but also he still needs to be called out when he oversteps, autism might be why he has difficulty empathising, but it's not an excuse to be a complete asshole, even people with autism need to be called out on shitty behaviour, it isn't a get out of jail free card, our self expression shouldn't come at the cost of hurting other people, most of us are more than capable of learning to not be an asshole

I know this is like, A LOT, but these are the things that need to be considered when writing about autism, it is an all encompassing thing that permeates your entire life experience, I absolutely welcome people like you to try to write about it! Because I think it shouldn't be a taboo subject, and I appreciate that you asked for advice and that you want to do it respectfully, you've probably seen first hand how difficult living with autism can be, having a family member on the spectrum, so you already have some experience to draw from, I don't know your relationship with your sister or how old she is, or where on the spectrum she falls, but if possible you can ask her about her experiences in particular situations that you're having trouble writing, if that's something you and she are comfortable with

I hope this helps, just remember to keep an open mind and listen to any feedback you might get, it is very VERY easy to misrepresent autism so don't be too hard on yourself if you don't quite get it right, if someone gives you a critique, take it in stride and use it to become better ~ you can even express that in an authors note, that you want to write it accurately and invite anyone with experience to share their opinion, because like I said, it is different for everyone and my experiences are not universal, and you're welcome to run something by me every once in a while if you aren't sure about it ❤️

#asks #autism #danny phantom #bitter #jack fenton #this shit be COMPLICATED y'all

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nyan-koii · 3 years ago

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Hashira ft. Sabito as genshin impact players

aunotes : Bad grammar ahead! I didnt proofread it so be aware of brain damage. plus i initially wrote it at the 1.6 update

PART 1 : T.Muichiro, R.Kyojuro, K.Shinobu, S.Sanemi, U.Tengen

Muichiro : he probably would be uninterested at first. He's more to first person shooting game or anything other than this concept of farming or investing. So that's why when he saw yuichirou banging his fist on his desk, trying to get his fav character, he would simply just watch

"Fck this game, i've had enough,"

"But you havent finish your wishing things yet,"

Stares. "How about you give it a try mui. You might get the character i want,"

"You sure about that? You might get angry at me," "better than nothing. Now go go, get em you donkey,"

His first ten pulls on the game brings out a light we all want to see

"Eh is tha-" "AAAA A FUCKING 5 STAR FCK FCKFCK,"

Apparently, it was one of the luckiest wish yuichiro had ever seen so far

"OHMYFUCK, you GOT A GODDAMN KLEE, QIQI AND SUCROSE WTFF???"

"I think i get your fav character?"

"Yeahh!! More than that to be honest. I want klee but you brought me two more person," sniffles and cries "you're really lucky mui. You should try and play the game,"

"It's probably the system. I doubt im that lucky tho,"

Nah, he really is lucky. Apparently he wished for his friends and got what they all really wanted for so long

"Thank you for getting me the aquila favonia, muichiro,"

"It's nothing really. I just simply press the button. It might be the system that's giving you the thing you want when i wish,"

"But still, even if i were to wish, i can get really scared and paranoid over it,"

"That's bad. You shouldnt invest yourself that much in the game tanjiro. It's just a game,"

"Ehehehe, i guess so. But you're really good at it muichiro! If you download it, we can play together :D!"

!!!!

It took the word "play together" to get muichiro down on his knee for that game. Usually the idea of playing with your friends is not that interesting. So when tanjiro said that, you bet he's going to play it

Type of player

Extremely lucky it's not even real. He got a five star on the beginner's banner

Fast farming. He probably will complete all the quest and become an endgame player within one month

"I just wanted to play with tanjiro..." bashfully

He's really good with whatever he's doing. Attack combo, dodging, elemental reaction and all sorts of stuff. If he invest more of his time on artifacts, he would probably even one shot it!!

He's very lucky. Very

Kyojuro : he wouldnt even know the existence of this game. Well, he took a glimpse of it one day and boom, heart stolen. Maybe it was the fiery burning passion in bennett that made him play the game.

'oh wow!! What a determined young boy! Even though he has a very bad luck he still keep pushing forward! Amazing!!'

'I want to be like him'

Kyojuro's the type of player to read and pay attention to every single lore of his fav character. Bennett, oh my how he wish he could've had bennett in his team. Every wishes he made would make him a c6 bennett main if only barbara wont stop coming home

"I really like you barbara but i dont want you!! Thank you for the c6 though!! I promise to use you in the future but just-" he prepares to wish

"not NOW!!" Clicks

The highest con of bennett he had ever gotten is probably c1. One day the paimon's bargain shop offered bennett as their monthly character. Kyojuro had never been so excited over a game before. He usually perks up over academics and not this kind of thing. But it's bennett, the character he admires the most.

Unfortunately he couldnt get it due to low currency. He had never feel so sad in his life.

"I shall not give up. Dont worry, i will be a c6 bennett main!!!"

He will be a c6 bennett haver!!

Type of player :

Carefully reads every stories and listens to their lines attentively. He finds it amazing how the company spent their everything on this game. It amazes him. From the stories, lores and lines, he truly appreciates it.

Balance his team pretty well. He mains bennett so he doesnt need that much of a healer in his team.

Enjoys bennett's hangout very much!! He tried to not get him killed by the dungeon's trap but ended up having to sacrifice him which ultimately ends the route. He had never felt so down and guilty before.

Not much of a damage dealer. He prefers to play it in normal mode and doesnt care that much about one shotting monster.

He feeds his character three meals a day!! If only there's a sleep option, he would be sending bennett to sleep first before the rest.

Everyone loves his teapot

Shinobu : found the game while she's scrolling through the app store out of boredom. Initially she played it on her phone but due to the fps and a really bad ping, so bad that douma wouldnt find her interesting anymore, she finally downloaded the game on her pc where things has starting to get real

"Ara, shinobu chan, it's lunch time already. Come downstairs please,"

"Sis give me five more minutes, JUST FIVE PLEASE I NEED TO KICK CHILDE's ASS,"

"he's not going anywhere sweetie,"

"yEAHH BUT MY BP IS,"

'Bp?'

"DIE DIE DIE!!" Aggresive clicking intensifies

"Shinobu chan dont hurt the keyboard that much!!"

She got lucky on the beginner's banner too and pulled a 5 star along with bennett and noelle. Who's the 5 star? Diluc Ragnvindr in all of his glory. Shinobu benched him sadly. She prefers sword over any other weapon

"I mean he's cool i guess but i just really dont get that 'WOAHHH COOL' vibe from him you know?"

"then give your diluc to me! I really want him so bad shinobu chan!"

Deep sighs "yeah sure. You can have my c2 diluc mitsuri..."

Loses 50/50 to diluc everytime everyone would think she either is lucky or cursed by the amount of that man greeting him on the screen. She still bench him though, sadly

"Im begging you, give me jEANN THE GRANDMASTER I NEED HEALER iN MY PARTY TO DO ABYSS

Type of player :

Suffers a lot in the abyss because she just want the primos which is a valid reason to do because that's the only thing that keeps her going

She's a sword character main. She'll properly build every character as either support or dps. The support would be kaeya and bennett, and her main dps ayaka

Ayaka main btw

Honestly at some point she wanted to quit the game because of how tiring it is but then inazuma came out

Fragile resin = 0

Resin = 160/160 happens once in a blue moon

"i should probably control myself with the amount of resin i've used,"

"But i cant,"

Hates domain but always can be seen playing in there

Only coops if mitsuri is there

"So that someone can calm me down,"

"That's not a really good reason shinobu chan,"

Sanemi : dude probably know the game through obanai. He watched the latter play and finds it interesting on how high the numbers he dealt. He loves challenges so a game like genshin impact would probably satisfy his need.

"Obanai, are you hearing this shit?"

"What is it sanemi, im busy doing this event,"

"That loser giyuu is also playing the game,"

"Oh yeah i know,"

"YOU KNOW? WHY YOU DIDNT TELL ME??"

"i just know right after you told me,"

"...."

Sanemi's a meta but a mediocre one. He's meta but he doesnt show it that much. Probably buys welkin once in every three months or when he really needs it same goes with battle pass too. Honestly, he really just use his money when he really needs something

"Donno if my allowance can buy me a welkin so i'll probably skip,"

"But the next banner is zhongli's,"

"....."

"Ah fuck it," buys

My man cant dodge after he got zhongli. Its very painful because he used to studies the enemies movement in the early game so that he can utilizes it on the team but zhongli's shield is so tank he forgot that dodging exists

"Im gonna kill you and you and you hhahaahhaah just you wait im gonna shred all of yo- oh shit zhongli's shield. puT IT BACK PUT IT BACK ON,"

That one event where zhongli's shield plays an important role in the domain? Yeah, he felt like a god at that time. Even got his c2 on his rerun. Sanemi just really like zhongli because it kinda reminds him of himejima. Calm and wise and strong too. He looks up on that kind of person

"Zhongli sama, im in debt for all of your hard work protecting my team," bows and wipes tears

Type of player :

Spends a little money on the game to get what he wants

Zhongli main

Is that one player that has hoards of food but doesnt even use it

"Why need healer when you have zhongli's shield,"

Compare to kyojuro, he doesnt even touch the teapot because he finds it ridiculous and bothersome to create and design everything in it

Loves one shotting bosses and compares it to giyuu. He ask for advices from obanai regarding team build supports and stuffs

Doesnt do character's story quest. The key is full every single time. He unlocks it but leaves the quest like that.

"Ah shit, i accidentally activate the quest,"

His friend list only has obanai in it. Whenever people sent him friend request, he wouldnt hesitate, more like wouldnt care to accept it

They either have to coop in obanai's world or his world and after that, unfriend immediately

Says thank you after coop because he has manners and then completely disappears

"Zhongli main forever,"

Tengen : played since 1.0 this madlad has been staying loyal to the game ever since. Quite huge amount of money he spend on this game to be honest but he never gets broke by it. You can see his regular donation to the game by purchasing welkin and battle pass and some genesis crystal too. He's loaded with money, he didnt know what to do with it.

Uzui also plays honkai impact and guns girl Z so when he saw the unknown god at the intro , he was not surprised.

"Oh we have to pick between the siblings? Cool cool co- oh hi kiana,"

"Thats so herrscher of void hahahahah,"

Although he is a loyal fan to MihoYo games, he lost his composure when he saw the 1st genshin anniversary reward because what was that. Imagine getting billions of money and they give us this? Tengen cant believe this shit

"Oh god wtf was that reward, i have to draw to get a welkin and some primos?? aND I ALSO HAVE TO BE LUCKY? WHAT-"

"WHERE'S MY FREE MONA,"

In need of mona. He needs mona so bad he literally spent his money on standard banner to get mona but always ends up with qiqi. Not that he's complaining but he just wants the astrologist to complete the support team

"GOD QIQI YOU AGAIN? WTF WFF WTF-" converts genesis crystal to primigems

"Tengen, you should control yourself!"

"SHUT UP KYOJURO, IM GONNA WASTE MY MONEY TILL I GET HER,"

"yeah but my f2p ass is hurting with how many bennett cons you got," droops

Tengen sees potential in every character. Everyone has their weakness and strength so when kokomi comes out, he diss her at first but then realize maybe its a new way for a character. Adds the uniqueness if he may say so.

"Meh i dont care honestly. You guys should pull whoever you find nice or beautiful. Like me ;)"

"Who do you main uzui?"

"Beidou,"

Type of player

Spoils the storylines, lores, leaks A LOT THE REST HAVE TO BLOCK HIM ON SOCIAL MEDIA

Speed runs the game and has become an endgame player ever since but he still does his daily commission and helps people with domains and stuffs

R5 every battle pass weapon

Fights azhdaha for fun and to test out his characters rather than ruin guards and stuff

Mona wanter

Puts traveller as the pfp and doesnt display any showcase of his characters and namecards. You can only see his achievements and spiral abyss ( 12-3 ). Says its for fun and mystery

Throws a lot of pickup lines and roleplays a lot. Spams your chatbox messages with stickers and censored stuffs

Probably steals your ores and exotic things like violetgrass, qingxin and silk flowers

Screams in the chatbox whenever he saw Mona until Kyojuro had to calm him down

Changes signature every single time and sometimes put spoilers in it

In every survey he would complain "MihoYo where the fuck is my Mona,"

Doesnt heals his characters

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer hashira #kny hashira #tokitō muichirō #shinazugawa sanemi #shinobu kochou #uzui tengen #rengoku kyojuro #kamado tanjiro #kochou kanae #iguro obanai #demon slayer headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba headcanons #hashira headcanons

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