#ngl i am leaning towards the latter

[shalomniscient]

torn between making feisev sev the biggest girlboss bamf in the sev-verse (most idealised form of myself, probably a galaxy ranger) or making her Just Some Girl (works at a cafe on the yaoqing so i can delusionally indulge in the softest fluffiest cafe meet cute). the duality of man

[yaptown]

"x reader" Headcannons(various fandoms)

I would like to iterate that while these are all my thoughts and opinions, I understand that I'm not necessarily breaking new ground here and that not everyone will agree with me. NOW, without further adieu....

The Mazerunner

First of all I would like to address what nicknames they would use(baby, honey, etc.)

I feel like Minho would be a repeat offender, meaning he would call an s/o any nickname/pet name under the moon. You would never be able to tell whether he did it to be sweet or just to annoy you.(probably both ngl) I feel like he would lean towards babe/baby tho.

Frypan is husband material(at least in the movies, haven't finished reading the books T-T), and you cannot convince me otherwise. He would call an s/o honey, I will not elaborate further.

This one's for the boys, Newt would call you love, darling, etc.(I'm sorry he's just so British)

Thomas would ironically call an s/o Mommy or Daddy, for the lols(hes just a silly guy lmao). Like Minho he'd probably call you certain pet names like "sweetpea" just to annoy you, but honestly he would most often call you a variation of your name.

Gally would call a shorter s/o shortstack or something of the sort, and he would call you princess if you're a girl. (ik most people find it corny or cringe, but personally, I appreciate it)<3<3<3

Harriet would call you babe, and I have this idea that if you were a girl she would call you mama. With all due respect I refuse to take any criticism of this 😊

Theresa is a softie and we all know it so she would call an s/o honey or sweetie. I'm leaning more towards the latter.

Next I would like to share two headcannons that I physically cannot stop thinking about

This comes from the depths of my soul lol

Minho would pull you in by you belt loops to kiss you. (You're welcome) And the way this thought has me going absolutely feral is illegal🙏

Frypan is the type to hug you from behind, spin you around, and kiss all over your face(again, this man is husband material)

The Hunger Games

Live, Laugh, Love and fear Cato Hadley

The grip this man has on my heart should be illegal

Your honor he's so babygirl(He's my Miguel O'Hara, you cannot judge me <3)

"Look at her, I would die for her, I would kill for her" vibes. I mean it going both ways cause if you like this man, you are also willing to do so. At least I am ;)

I feel like he's very confident in himself and would take any chance to show off how strong/capable he is. Would walk around shirtless and tell you "take a picture, it'll last longer" if you so much as glance in his general direction

In all seriousness though, this man would be an absolute sweetheart to his s/o💕

AFK Journey

Last and certainly not least 💕Merchant Philip💕

If you have played AFK Journey and done the Philip's worries side-quest, you are blessed with knowing of the existence of my one true love

He would be so doting to an s/o, I'm sure of it

He would be completely clueless on how relationships work and he would try so hard 😭

#husband material

He would come home with cool rocks and swear they're ancient treasures

The moment he actually finds his first valuable relic, he would give it to you. If it's a precious stone, he would have it made into a ring and propose

He's the sweetest soul and I love him

[duckymcdoorknob]

𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 7: 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭

woooo I’m almost caught up

I’m so seepy, but both classes got cancelled sonow I can write all morning

Hehe good morning Baltimore

Omg now I wanna watch Hairspray again. Anyways-

GOD THIS IS SO LONG SEND HELP

Tags: @chrimsss @ticklish-n-stuff @secret-weeb-account

—this do have tickles below the cut ngl. Also angsty again, oops—

Saiki has always been someone who swore that his friends piss him off, but in reality, he has a big soft spot for them. So when Kaidou’s birthday came around, what kind of monster would he be if he didn’t attend the party and get the best gift ever?

He curses his brilliant mind most times, but when he needs the calculator from it, it’s always there for him.

Just like Kaidou…

Oh dear, now he really needs to go above and beyond.

He spent ages perusing the shelves of multiple stores, comparing prices and name brands (while also considering the off brands.)

After three hours, the treasured gift lay pristinely wrapped in a blue wrapping paper, adorned with a large, red bow.

He looks down at his watch and- oh dear, he would be late.

That’s alright, better to show up with an excuse than to show up and have the risk of someone seeing him telep-

In a flash, Kusuo appeared down the block of Kaidou’s home. He checked his surroundings to ensure that no one had seen the action.

What had happened?

There was a roach, naturally.

Regardless, he checked his watch once more and he was perfectly on time.

Kusuo raised his hand to knock on the door and did so. He was met by a rather enthusiastic “C’MON IN!!!!!!”

When he entered the house, he was truly taken aback…

He was the only one who was in there other than Kaidou.

Okay, now he was pissed off, like really pissed.

“Kaidou, am I the only one that you invited?” He had to check, there’s no way that his friends wouldn’t-

Looking rather melancholic, the silver-haired boy replied. “No, just waiting on the others! You know them, late for everything! Haha!”

The psychic felt a tinge of remorse in his chest. It didn’t require him reading his friend’s mind to understand that Kaidou was devastated.

“And your family?”

“They uh, they went out to celebrate Toki’s birthday… it’s not even his actual birthday today either.” he murmured.

“What the hell is their problem?” Kusuo hissed. “It’s your birthday; this is your day.”

“Look, Saiki it’s-“

“Don’t say it’s okay, because it’s definitely not.”

“They have to celebrate my little brother, it’s-“

“Without you?”

The question left the birthday boy in silence. He turned toward the wall and averted his gaze. It didn’t take a psychic to notice his heaving chest and understand that he was crying.

“Kaidou…”

“N-no it’s… it’s o-okay.”

“Look at me.”

The silver-haired boy turned toward his friend with puffy eyes, tears leaking out of them.

Kusuo wasn’t sure what possessed him to do so, but his hand moved upward and gently swiped away the tears that were falling. “No one cries on their birthday, not on my watch.”

The Jet Black Wings smiled, cheeks tinting pink as he scrubbed at his leaking eyes. “You always know how to make me feel better, Saiki.”

“Hey, hey, no. You’ll rub your eyes raw. Let me do it.” Saiki gently wiped his friend’s eyes once more, eyebrows knit in remorse. This of course only made Kaidou cry harder.

The pink-haired boy short-circuited when he felt the latter lean down against his torso for a hug. But, somehow, something in him told him to hug back…

“S-Sorry for making t-things so awkward.”

“Not awkward at all; it’s not like I’ve never seen you cry before.” Kusuo hummed as he gave a few pats to the boy’s shoulder.

“Uggghhh that’s right.” He shoved his face into Saiki’s shirt, indubitably staining it with tears.

Poor Kaidou… what can he do to make him-

That’s it.

He’s seen Nendou do it before, and scientifically it’s impossible to mess up.

But what if he hurts him? That’s the last thing Kaidou needs right now.

Well, no time like the present.

In a moment of comfortable silence, Kusuo carefully pressed his fingers into his friend’s sides, pinching a bit. He felt the latter shift in response, whining a bit.

“Nooo, don’t tickle me.”

“I told you that I’m not letting you cry on your birthday.”

Kaidou’s hands came up to cover his ears, weird.

“What’s wrong with your ears? Why cover them?”

“N-Nothing.” Kaidou’s voice was up by at least an octave as his hands shook.

“Well, you left yourself wide open.”

“…You wouldn’t.”

Oh he would, and he did. The pink-haired boy brought his hands up to the birthday boy’s underarms and gently wiggled them.

“Hyehehehahaha! Saha-sahahahaihihihikihi! Nohohoho!”

Kusuo hummed fondly when his friend brought his arms down, revealing why he had covered his ears. The tips of them were flushed a beautiful shade of scarlet red, and it was creeping down his neck. “Ohhhh, you’re embarassed, aren’t you?”

A giggly whine was what he received in reply, the blush deepening. “Sahahahihihikihihi- dohohohont—hehehe—behehehe mehehehean.”

“Mean? I could never be mean. Didn’t you know that? I’m completely devoid of human emotion, I thought we’ve covered this in the Dark Reunion episode.” Hands traveled to Kaidou’s ribs and began their attack.

“AGH! DOHOHOHONT BREHEHEHEAK THEHEHE FOHOHOHOURTH WAHAHAHALL!”

“Should I listen to him, everyone?”

“STAHAH-STAHAHAP THAHAHAT! YOHOHOHOU KNOHOHOHOW IHIHIHIHI HAHAHATEHEHE- HYEHEHAHAHAHA! SAHAHAHIHIHIKIHIHI!”

“What’s wrong? Embarassed?” Kusuo could feel the warmth in Kaidou’s face as he continued his ticklish assault.

“YEHEHEHES!” A whined reply.

“Mmm, sounds like you’re still crying though. You know I can’t have you crying on your birthday.”

When hands traveled down to his tummy, it was over. The silver-haired boy fell backwards on the couch, covering his horrendously red face with his hands. He screamed into his hands as he whined incoherently through his laughter. “OKAHAHAHAY! IHIHIHI- IHIHIHI CAHAHANT!”

“Oh? Is this spot ticklish?”

“YEHEHEHES! TOHOHOHOO TIHIHICK- OHOHO MYGOHOHOD! STOPSTOPSTOP KUHUHUSUHUOHOHO!”

When he had heard the rare usage of his first name, Saiki let off his attack. A smile was on both of their faces as Kaidou panted into his hands.

“Oh you’re such a dick, dude.”

“Maybe, but at least you’re smiling.”

As if on cue, the doorbell rang. The two turned toward it, and of course, Kusuo already knew who it was.

“C-Come on in!”

The door opened to reveal all of their friends, drenched from head to toe, and holding boxes under their clothes.

The birthday boy gasped as he jumped up from the couch with a huge smile. “You came! You came!”

“Yeah, sorry we’re late,” Aren hummed. “Nendou forgot your present at home and then it started pouring. SOMEONE-“ he gestured to Hairo, “decided that it would be a “fun challenge” to run through the rain without an umbrella.”

A giggle escaped him, “Don’t worry. I’m glad you’re all here.”

“As for you, why are you so red?” Nendou accused. “Got something you’re hiding from us, buddy?”

“Wh- no! Nononono! I don’t have anything to hide, Saiki just tickled me and- uh oh.”

“Tickled you, huh?”

Kusuo could hear the menace in Aren’s voice, opting to stand up as the group abandoned their gifts and tackled Kaidou to the couch.

“Go easy on him, he’s still catching his breath.”

The four nodded at him and soon the joyful giggles of the birthday boy filled the room once more. The psychic smiled as he used his powers to check under the wrapping paper and-

Oh no…

Nendou had bought the same present he did.

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[despair-ninja-everything-agency]

People at Wihuwte either ship him with Kemakka, simping at him (I mean... I do too ngl dude's a snacc XD), or already predicting him being a bad guy (I... somehow though he's a double agent at worst), meanwhile I am in awe with how similar he looks with Avenel (the Timid Trader/Bandit from DT Phys. Ranged Role Quest).

Like...

(Stole that Wihuwte screenshot from @demilypyro cuz I didn't take any MSQ screenshot of him rip OTL)

It got to the point where I actually made them twin brothers separated by circumstance (Avenel's Turali birth name being Awetihwe) in Cole's storyline.

The story is that, when they were kids (around 8-10 at most), they tried to escape their increasingly unhinged outlaw Da not long after their Ma died from unnamed illness. Only Avenel made it across the salt while Wihuwte unfortunately got caught by the Da's underlings.

Avenel got found by an Ul'dahn merchant and grew up under their tutorage, though since he refused to talk about himself - not even his name - as a sort of defense mechanism in fear of being found by mercenaries sent by his Da, he's christened with his current name by said merchant and he himself claimed to strangers that he's born and raised in Ul'dah from then on. When his parent figure died, he took over their business but either not as savvy as them as a merchant or oversaturation in market that he had a hard time keeping up (leaning towards the latter atm) to the point of struggling financially, leading to him being taken by Chalteaufite's lies and participating in the Elezen's criminal activities in order to make ends meet.

Wihuwte meanwhile had to grow up under the Da and his gang's suffocatingly watchful eyes until he managed to sneak out from the Da's grasp many years later and went to where Hhusatahwi is now to sign up as a Duskwatch (or proto-Duskwatch, I forgot how long had Duskwatch exist) so that he could stifle down criminals like his Da was. Though with how stretched thin the Duskwatch were despite their best efforts, he got disillusioned and Zekowa's gang forming sort of made him snap to the point where he took control over the Daybreaker with the intention of starting a gang war against both his Da (for the mistreatment he done) and the Duskwatch (for, in his eyes, not doing enough), only resorting to stealing and selling stuff in the Black Market due to needing the funds and equipment first before doing so.

I know Patch quests could throw a wrench on their entire background story but like... Idk I just went crazy for these 2. I can understand Avenel being confined within Role Quests stuff but by God do I find Wihuwte utterly underutilized. Maybe cuz I have high expectation coming into the Shaaloani part after watching so many RDR2 clips and playthrough, but I feel like there's more to him than meets the eyes (Zekowa and Kemakka probably too but I felt this strongly on Wihuwte).

Bonus: Have the twins' family photo when they were kids and after both got released from jail (and Avenel finally has the courage to sail back home) :D

[sorikkung]

hihi again <3

then plank over the head and the mimic basically shoved him beneath the floorboards. that's what the “rats” were, him and aisha moving around down there. 

OHHHH ok i follow now. so the fight the mimic overheard was the "you're such a dick" and not the "get over yourself" part ok ok i see i forgot abt that first part and was like ??

as far as I am concerned mc is bi, and you know what I'm the author so that’s canon™️. she doesn’t have the opportunity for female love interests with the current circumstances, but girl thought minnie was absolutely gorg, simply a fact idc.

YEAHHHH i had a feeling lololololol we love to see it 😌😌😌 that does make me wonder and forgive me if i already asked this prior i just forgetti but whats the status on queerness in this universe?? is it like a normal thing, or is it more akin to real life with it being a marginalised identity? with mc being engaged to a prince in kuroku and the themes of misogyny throughout, im assuming its more the latter, but warden calling wooyoung and yeonjun boyfriends without much else of a remark and the lack of any reaction to san and woo etc could imply the normality of it all so im curious. would it have been scandalous if word had gotten out that libaiyas princess was bi? i mean, suppose it doesnt matter now but lmfaooo

san is so very bisexual. if hwa has a preference for woman and woo for men, san is right in the middle being atrociously down for everyone, and it is both his greatest quality and what brings him endless strife.

LMFAOOOO this is the bi rep we all needed 😤😤😤 tbh i can't imagine woo leaning towards women if i tried so im glad we're all on the same page here with that one. LMFAO. rip san its a hard knock life

pumping my fist in the air because YES. SOMEONE ACKNOWLEDGED IT. this is so important.

my brain: congrats! you have gotten a good grade in brainrotting over fic, which is a completely normal thing to want and achieve,

HFHDSKJGJKSDF no but like thats so :'))) oooh he wants to hate her so bad but to some extent he still cares doesnt he :')))))) BE STILL MY BEATING HEART.

blushing and tucking my hair behind my ear bc yes it was a callback to that. thank you sm for noticing.

ngl had i not gone back to reread that chapter i wouldve missed it but damn im glad i did, i love those kind of things 🤩🤩 this series definitely has a lot of reread value already, i definitely look forward to rereading it from the start when its eventually finished <3

would he really enjoy it or is he just saying/convincing himself that he would because that vengeance is all the most twisted darkest part of himself has ever wanted. 

OOP... GOTTEM... oh my sweet woo 😔😔😔 youve made some really complex and multifaceted characters in this one i love it

I like to say san knew even if he didn’t know. like once the initial shock wears off its like, in that moment it completely makes sense. I think san’s reaction to it is going to be the most interesting (and maybe surprising for some people?) as we explore it next chapter.

he knew even if he didnt know, huh... is it like, he thought of it but didnt Want to believe it so he ignored those thoughts, type beat? or i suppose i will find out in the next chapter, im just wondering aloud.

this is the most brilliant take of all time and I am applauding you bc I don't think I could have put it that well myself. yes to everything about this. yes yes yes.

OK COOL SO I WASNT READING TOO FAR INTO THAT. aw man. poor man was down bad huh 😭😭😭 you dont have to answer this if its too spoilery but if theyre not gonna address it in the next chapter, how Would hwa have reacted if mc told him? would he have kept it a secret from the others or tried to convince them to escort her anyway? or even tried to get her to join them instead of going to the prince in kuroku?

okay okay ya know that’s very fair, and i respect the take. bc you’re right, at the end of the day it’s not really fair of him to say that, bc they both were in that agreement. but people aren’t always fair when they’re hurt.

yeah, i figured it was something like that. i find im very much the minority in expecting emotions to follow logic all the time lmFAOoo so it really doesn't Need more justification than them just being hurt, but the thought just crosses my mind anyway.

i do appreciate this insight tho, it does make a lot more sense when you peel back the layers like that! especially "i think he says that because sex is where he feels the most used." like ah. yeah alright fair. esp w mc initiating that while the gift was seonghwas offer. ok yeah. makes sense for him to feel completely used. oh poor seonghwa 😭😭 he was rly the most played out of them all huh 😭😭 oh my heart ACHES for him 😭😭😭

that is the best thing I have ever seen in my entire life and I hope you don’t mind if I use that when I receive any insane/upset asks in the future. that is absolute gold.

by all means please do i live to serve <3 SKJDFHJKSDF if natgig gets any more emotionally devastating than this and i have to create a new meme to express myself thru a screen its gonna be damn tough to top that one. cause even that falls a little flat of the insanity in my head <3 LMFAOOOO. wish natgig had like a yelp review page id just leave that image and 5 stars. no elaboration needed. (i say, writing out incredibly elaborate reviews on each chapter like its my goddamn job,)

also this was indeed incredibly validating, and thank you so much for it. im ngl over the past couple days I was just feeling really shitty about this chapter, and was really worried like: I don't know. it feels like just doesn’t hit hard enough :(( and this... well this made me feel a lot better about that LMAOOO. thank you as always🤍

awwhh i know the feeling too well but im glad this made you feel a lot better abt it bc this really was a spectacular chapter!! evidently [gestures vaguely toward the whole madness i just left] it hits pretty fucking hard! SKDFJGHKSDAFHJAKJHFDH lord knows there would be nothing left of me to type all this if it hit any harder </3 you're always welcome friend, its my pleasure~

Not all that Glitters is Gold -> 08

series pairing: (fem) princess!reader x seonghwa x san x wooyoung. eventual polyamory.

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Part Eight: shame, hot buttered rum, and a rude awakening

series rating: 16+

series genre: action and adventure. romance. angst. fluff. suggestive. fantasy au.

series warnings: character death, blood and violence, weaponry, injury, suggestive content, mxm content, elements of misogyny, language, monsters. (will only be using chapter specific warnings for things not included on this list.)

summary: as a princess fleeing a royal assassination attempt, you have no choice but to put your trust in a band of three thieves in order to reach the kingdom of kuroku alive. however, amongst magic, deceit, and the bounty hunters that are hot on your trail, you realize that you might have stumbled upon a relationship far more complicated than what meets the eye.

chapter details beneath the cut ->

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[benevolentcalamity]

Rescue Mission [Yautja (Wakate) x Human!Reader] PT2

The second part y'all have (hopefully) been waiting for. Now with the Xenomorph fic coming next we will play the part of [Redacted] and expand on her backstory since I do like acting smart. XD

... Ngl I've become pretty fond of these beefy bois so let me know if you want more of them. (Also yell at me to watch the movies if you would, Arnold Schwarzenegger makes everything better.) 

I wonder if the existence of the term "monsterfuckers" means there's "humanfuckers" in the monster world... Probably!

The third part will be the smut and last installment in this mini-series, so look forward to other monsters... maybe.

Also, there is a semi-graphic... scene with a Xenomorph, so proceed here with caution.

CURTAINS!

"We're almost there."

Alongside the observation you clutch your gun tighter, ready to raise and shoot the moment something isn't right.

Glancing about you sigh in relief as the pair of you destroy the eggs scattered about. "This was an ambush. They know we're closing in so they put these here to take care of us preemptively."

"But this implies they're breeding already, or the Queen was here before." Wakate's tone doesn't imply aggression or irritability. "My guess would be the latter."

"Yea. Her corpse was very fresh when we found her, so she was probably gunned down a day or two before [Redacted] and I arrived. That'd explain the eggs." You look around, blood about freezing when you see a trio of Xenomorphs just near a cluster of eggs leading into a cave. "Shit."

Noting Wakate getting ready to attack you tug his arm again, warranting his head snapping to you along the sound of his mandibles flaring.

"Get down!" You urge, whisper-yelling as you get him behind some plants and trees.

Once you're both kneeling you part some leaves, watching as the trio approach the mouth, pausing. At first they look around, snarling, before turning back to each other. They make a variety of sounds and motions, clearly communicating. One looks back into the cave, wiping his face, before going inside. For a moment you notice their anatomy differing slightly, noting how the ones staying outside seem more angular and aggressive.

"They're posting the stronger ones outside to protect the queen," You observe. "My guess is there's more around."

"So we take them out, go in, and save your friend," Wakate nods. "This we can accomplish."

"If it were that simple, yes." You nod, checking your shotgun rounds. "If we make too much noise we'll draw out more of them, and we'll be overwhelmed before we even realize it." You look back towards the pair. "If we can draw the guards away and take them out, we'll have an easier time inside the nest."

"And what do you suggest we do once inside?" He asks, wary.

"We go in, find the Queen's chamber, get [Redacted], and get out," You reply. "If we have to we can fight against the weaker ones, but there'll be too many of them. Definitely don't want to dance against them without backup, we just want to get her."

"Alternatively you could throw bombs in there and clean them out."

"This is also true." You touch the grenades in your backpack. "But we don't know how far in she is, so unless we know that we have no chance of knowing if she'll be affected by the blasts."

"Which brings me to another question." He shifts so he can lean closer to you. "Are you sure you want her back at your base after she's been here?"

Your heart skips a beat. "If we can get her back in time they can decontaminate her and suppress the Queen pheromones."

"You're guessing, though." He leans on an arm.

"I am. I don't know the ins and outs of Xenomorph biology, nor do I know the full details of their newfound compatibility with humans." You bite your lip, before sighing heavily. "But if we get there and she's already far-gone, I'll have to make a difficult decision."

"If we're vying for time, our best bet is drawing them into one spot and using explosives. If this nest has existed a good while that means the queen's chambers are far down. So if you're worried about injuring your friend, the chances are slim to none unless you're clumsy." Wakate points to your grenades. "Now unless you want to waste more time, Ooman, you'd better make your choice quickly."

Inhaling sharply, you at first reach for your grenades, before pausing. Right when your fingers touch them, you look back up at Wakate.

"When we take out the bulk of the outside Xenomorphs, I can slip past them unawares if you're intent on fighting them. Once I've retrieved [Redacted] I can back you up. They hate fire so use that to your advantage. If you feel you're overwhelmed, I want you to retreat immediately, okay?" You assert.

"Fleeing is a disgrace." He snorts. "Asking me to surrender is an even bigger one."

"There's victory in retreat, Wakate," You respond. "At the very least we can consolidate towards the mouth. There we should be able to fend them off even if one of my arms is occupied."

"Are we now?"

"Okay, Wakate."

"You're quite possibly one of the strangest Oomans I've ever met," He comments, but readies his gun. "... If there's anything I hate more than a Xenomorph, it's any sort of disgrace. So don't you dare let yourself die."

You grin. "Game's on, then. You ready?"

Pulling out a cluster, you charge, aiming to throw. "LEEROOOOOYYYYY JEEEENKIIIINS!!!"

___

“Ooman! Ooman, you’d better be alive down there!”

Poking your  head up from some destroyed eggs - confirmed to have no other threats in there, we’ll say - you cup your hands around your mouth.

“I’m fine! Must’ve destroyed this entire sac, so they broke my fall!” You call back. “Are you okay, Wakate?!”

“Yes! But the floor collapsing like that isn’t doing any good - damn things...” He’s more visible after leaning a bit closer to the hole you’re in. “... Or we just got lucky, Ooman. Do you see a tunnel nearby?”

For a moment, you survey your surroundings after standing. Eventually your eyes fall on an extra tunnel, and you light up despite the dread settled in your stomach.

“I do!” You shout.

“If you’re lucky, Ooman, you’ll be able to follow those egg sacs straight to the queen. If you can, just get her and run - I’ll make my way to you!” Wakate’s voice is thick with authority, like a general you used to serve with. Swiftly he turns, the sound of distant growling and hisses growing louder. “More of those Berserkers...” Raising his gun and getting in stance, he looks back down at you. “Get out of there!!!”

Picking up the cue, you swap your shotgun for a rifle - admittedly a gun you’re more adept with - and get to work. Squashing a dead creature you meander carefully down the cave, following the distant sounds of gunfire and roaring. Biting your lip as you pass some eggs, you carefully push through some debris and near-tumble some more. Admittedly feeling a bit vulnerable without Wakate you find yourself looking left, right, above, and over your shoulder every few steps.

This isn’t much different from your regular missions in enemy territory, but the primal fear of death, a reminder of your humanity and mortality, is always fresh.

You sigh through your nose. I really miss my dad. You miss home in general, so you may have to put in a request to return for the fall. Maybe you’ll have to reduce your time in the military at this rate; quite honestly you’ve had enough.

When it comes to Xenomorphs this is definitely not your first rodeo. Matter of fact being inside a nest is just as disgusting as you remember, those who share the memory being either long dead or retired. Many who have to deal with them put in their notice once they’re lucky enough to return alive, but the experience leaves terrible scars. Death would be a release for them, perhaps, but an honorable death is never in a nest, unless it’s with a gun in your hand.

But for those that remain in service and throw themselves back into the wasp’s nest, like yourself, it’s uncertain what exactly awaits.

“Please be okay, [Redacted]...” You shudder. “Both of us come home alive.”

A hiss, some thuds, and a growl wrench you from your thoughts. Hairs standing on end you dive behind some muck. Just then a Xenomorph, more stout and round like a bumblebee, rushes past. It doesn’t slow down or pause to look around, it just makes a beeline (haha) down the cavern.

It looks like a weaker subspecies. So it seems the more attacker types are concentrated wherever Wakate is. Whatever the case I’d better hurry up. You rise when the coast is clear and continue forward, clutching your rifle tightly. Even as strong as he is, he and I are a team. 

You don’t want to protect and fight with Wakate because you think he’s weak or an asshole - alright he is sort of an asshole but you’ve accepted that’s just Yautja - but because you genuinely care about his safety.

Hm? “What is that noise?” You whisper.

It’s like those pumps, where they’d have oil or water pumping into a reservoir or tank or something. A concentrated mass, like a bubble but it’s not, would pass through the tubes, and make a weird sound the whole journey. This particular sound is only broken up by the occasional growl or slap-like noise, throwing you off slightly. Even so the cold dread returns, weighing on your chest just as it does your stomach, solidified as eggs don’t just cluster but rather line up like soldiers in the upcoming cavern.

And there, just at the other end, is a sight you never thought you’d see in your life.

“[Redacted]!” You cry, throwing caution to the wind entirely.

Among clusters of eggs much unlike the others, she’s there, unconscious, naked from the waist down, covered in slimy goo - Xenomorph saliva - among small amounts of her own blood and other fluids you can’t quite name.

Surrounded by Xenomorphs just like the one before, only in stasis, she’s in the lap of one just like the one that had attacked the Nastromo. With large, horrible hands it’s holding her waist and shoulder, and as you get closer you realize its hips thrusting upward - and eventually the pitch black cock the size of your shin inside her.

Pursing your lips and furrowing your brow, you swallow the revolting scene before you and raise your gun. Just then the Xenomorph raises its head, and sees you. Its movement pauses, and it begins to snarl.

“Get away from her, you bitch!”

Enraged, it leans forward, screaming at you at the top of its lungs. Visibly fighting its instincts it takes a moment, looking down at [Redacted]. Pulling its cock out of her with an unceremonious schlop, it picks her up bridal-style in its hands, putting her delicately among the other Xenomorphs, assuming they can protect her even being in the state they are. Once it finishes it swiftly turns back towards you, beginning to approach you like a cougar to a rabbit as its mouth pours with copious amounts of saliva.

So whoever moves first, huh... Okay.

Leaning into the stock, you aim right for the chest, blasting it dead on. As the acid blood flies about you barely register it lunging, rolling out of the way and aiming once more. Roaring it gets right back into stance, charging before you can reload and forcing you to dodge again. It’s terribly fast and especially aggressive - it does see you as a threat to the queen aside from its dominative instinct to kill - so you’ll have to be even sharper.

This is a fight for your life and [Redacted]’s. Living for her, protecting her... Making it back to Wakate, too.

“Don’t you dare let yourself die.”

“Fuck you!” You shout, reloading and managing to put another cap in its leg as you strafe out of the way of a tail stab. “You ugly motherfucker!”

What fuels you in this moment, as you’re reloading and shooting with the occasional toss of a grenade, isn’t just the instinct and need to survive. It’s absolute, unbridled rage, determination to see your duty through to the end, and outright refusal to die to this creature. Everyone else is reason enough to make it, but you have no one but yourself in this moment, even with [Redacted] out of the line of fire and Wakate holding his own whilst making his way to you.

With each bullet, each side swipe, and laceration, the Xenomorph is growing angrier and angrier. It lunges, and with another roll out of the way you hurriedly recover. Every step you take, every breath, your heart pounds up into your throat, and your palms start to get sweaty. Your bullets are becoming fewer, but never wasted, whilst your trigger finger is never faltering.

This is it.

Rolling under a lunge for once - it’s come to expect you to go to the sides - you put one more cap in its back, your body beginning to ache from the strain. Sweat pouring from your brow you momentarily glance at your bullets.

One. Bullet.

One bullet, and this will be made or broken. Either you’ll save your own life and [Redacted]’s, or leave Wakate to face the music.

“Alright...” You raise your gun one more time.

A lunge from the creature, and everything is suddenly in slow motion. Delicately, almost, your rifle’s barrel is perfectly lined with the weak spots you’ve created in the creature. With this last shot you could finish all this - and you will.

Exhaling raggedly but coolly through gritted teeth, you squeeze the trigger, resolute acceptance of death clashing with determination in your chest as the bullet flies free. Closing your eyes, you lower your gun, opening your ears for any more movement, a hiss to tell you your life has ended; a scream of a last moment of flurried rage. Your brain mimics the sensation of enormous, monstrous hands gripping you to rip you a brand new face, or spit flying onto your body to foretell a violent, instantaneous death.

But none of this happens. Rather, you merely hear the sounds of drips, of a sound more like sizzling. Opening your eyes, you step back and onto some elevation to avoid the acid blood, following its trail to the Xenomorph. Still twitching with angry attempts at springing back up with one final scare, it weakly hisses, clawing languidly at the ground. Approaching it, you tug out a grenade, shoving it into the newborn cavity with your foot, your soles only burning slightly with minimal contact with the blood.

“Bye.”

You retreat to the other side of the cavern, and no sooner do you reach that wall that the grenade explodes following its horrified scream. Flesh and blood spray everywhere, some limbs still intact and others looking like paper mush. With the settling reassurance that the fight is over, you allow yourself to collapse onto your knees, hands falling onto your thighs as you catch your breath. Momentarily lamenting leaving your canteen by mistake, you raise a hand to hold the communicator button.

“Johnson, come in. [Name] reporting.”

“What’s the sitrep?”

“[Redacted] is confirmed alive, mostly unharmed but... well...” You raise your head to look over at her as she momentarily stirs. “... Ah, Johnson, do Xenomorphs have genitals?”

“...”

“Johnson, come in.”

“Newer variants were reported with genitalia matching mammals, yes.”

“Oh, good. One’s been using ‘em. I’d suggest preparing the base for decon when we return with [Redacted].”

“Affirmative. As for the Yautja?”

“We got separated in the nest, but I’m sure he’s still alive.” You blink at the distant sound of gunfire and flesh tearing. “... Stand by.”

Standing, you reach for your pistol, preparing to fire at another Xenomorph. To your relieved surprise one comes flying into the cavern- quite literally, actually. It’s very dead, from how it doesn’t immediately jump back up and scream. Before you can question it, though, Wakate’s hulking frame stomps in. Breathing with relief you relax, hand falling from your communicator.

“Wakate, I’m here!” You declare, rushing toward him.

He doesn’t immediately respond aside from nodding to acknowledge you. For a moment he looks around, clearly aware that there was a fight here, before his eyes fall on the gory remains of the Xenomorph you blew up. Approaching it, he kneels down, looking it over. Nodding again, he raises a hand to beckon you over. Tilting your head you comply, scrunching up your nose at the smell as you kneel beside him.

Blinking, you watch as he finds some still oozing blood, dipping his fingers in it. Turning to you, he uses a free hand to smooth back the loose hair over your forehead. Closing your eyes tight you clench your teeth as your skin burns, him using the acid blood to mark your forehead. Once he finishes you inhale sharply, swallowing and clutching your pants to avoid touching it.

“All in a day’s work, huh.” You take a moment to crack your knuckles. “Wakate, I’m out of bullets in my rifle, but I can use my pistol. If I carry her I can still shoot, but my trigger finger won’t be as on the mark. Can I count on you?”

He stares at you in visible contemplation, the telltale sound of his mandibles touching through his helmet before he nods.

“Always.”

Satisfied, you stand up, turning and approaching [Redacted]. Lowering yourself onto your haunches you wipe some (luckily not acidic) fluid off of her face. Just then she stirs, looking at you with tired eyes. Upon recognizing you she lights up slightly, smiling weakly in her exhaustion.

“I knew you were coming...” She whispers. “... Hey, [Name]?”

“Yeah?” You wrap some gauze - tragically it’s all you have - around her nethers and hips, making it look more like zombie apocalypse panties.

“Do you think these stains will come out of my clothes?” She asks, and you can’t help but erupt into laughter as you move her so you can carry her in your arms, your pistol at the ready with your finger off the trigger.

“Yea, they will.” You start walking as Wakate turns to lead the way out. “It’s over now, [Redacted]. We’re goin’ home.”

[perhapsthanatos]

10:32 pm with yuta ♡

nct’s yuta x fem!reader (got inspired by a dream of mine & found the idea really cute)

alternate title: be the james dean to my audrey hepburn

genre: fluff. a pinch of angst. non idol au. badboy!yuta au.

word count: 1400~

playlist: chinatown by wild nothing, lover’s rock by tv girl & work this time by king gizzard and the lizard wizard.

warnings: featuring johnny (not a warning though). smoking cigarettes. cursing. lowercase intended. not proofread.

a/n: hi i was supposed to post a vampire!haechan fic but i really wasnt happy w it in general :( the plot or overall idea of the fic was really good, but i just felt as if i didnt do it justice so here we are :( but ngl, i kind of like this concept more? maybe bc i can see it more vividly? idk, i feel like my writings r getting repetitive & its getting on my nerves lmaoo this is getting long im sorry do u guys even read this part anyway? i would also like to apologize abt the amount of projecting im doing lmao ive been having some rough days & i love my sister but hate being compared to her so often so this is a way for me to rant abt it ig? also so sorry its coming out a little later bc i woke up late today (& procrastinated for the rest of it so here i am posting really late at night) & decided to go to the convenience store to get ice cream (& a ton of other bad shit pls dont do this its rlly unhealthy) for breakfast bc i can :) any who, enjoy lovelies <3

“oh my, y/n! you’ve grown up so well! just like your sister!”

“oh! i’m sorry i’ve almost mistaken you for your sister! y/n is your name, correct?”

“y/n, darling, you are looking so dashing! you really do resemble your sister, don’t you?”

“ah, you must be y/n! i’ve heard all about you and your sister from your father!”

you swear that your reddening cheeks are threatening to fall off any moment now from all the fake smiling. the hundreds of superficial compliments, the insincere flattery and the need for these people to constantly compare you to your godforsaken sister makes you feel even weaker than you are. it gets harder and harder to keep up with a big persona that isn’t at all you. as lucky as you are to live such a lavish lifestyle, you can’t help but hate how your family has to be so perfect. you hate how you have never fit in with them, even if you are so good at faking it. you hate how you have always been stuck in your sister’s shadow, constantly haunted with the reminder that you yourself aren’t good enough. you hate how you now have to entertain the rich and brainless guests at your parent’s gala because she’s gone for some stupid prodigy competition and everyone is only talking about her in front of your face. so what if she’s better the better sister? you still have the right to earn respect, right?

you’re exhausted from all the small talk. your facade gets more brittle by the second under all the pressure. your body feels as if it's gonna give out due to your brain shutting down after all that interacting. you try to keep on going with the night as it unravels itself by being the perfectly poised poster child, trying to make your parents proud. but alive yet almost completely devoid, you decide enough was enough. what if you left right now? no one would notice, would they?

after pulling up your phone discreetly to send a few text messages, you pass through lots of people dressed in gold and finery in a way that wouldn’t have you noticed right away. keep your head down and don’t you dare make eye contact with anyone. nearing the end of the room, grabbing the first glass of whatever alcohol you see and downing it in one gulp, you start walking away as quickly as possible from the ballroom. “ignorant privileged fucks,” you angrily whisper to no one in particular, setting the now empty glass on whatever surface and begin to head to the main exit where no one could spot you running away.

“and what do you think you’re doing here, miss?”

a voice interrupts you, looking up you see that it is your father’s head butler; johnny. he is dressed in a simple black suit that makes him appear taller than he is. his long brown hair is slicked back and his bowtie seems brand new. you have known the man since he started working in your household less than ten years back. you were a reckless child, often trying to find ways to sneak out, finding a way to escape from this life and he sympathized with you. after all, he could barely imagine living your life, never catching a break for yourself and always pretending to be someone you weren’t. he often helped planning when you would sneak out into the night, scheduling things like what time you should leave and what time you should be back, more specifically a time when no one would notice. he would take care of your form of transportation and have your location on at all times, just to be extra safe. as much as he wants you to have fun and have a bit of freedom, he still worries that something might happen to you. because of all this, you two have grown to have a very strong bond. you could confidently say that he is most definitely a parental figure in your life since your parents (and even your sister) are often overseas for work.

“what do you think i’m doing? you think i wanna be in a room with those half-baked bipeds? fuck no!”

“i know, i was just joking. you looked like you were about to explode in there, i wish i could help.” he laughs, pulling out his phone preparing what you might need. “so what will it be for today? the driver? we just need to pay him to keep his mouth shut. a taxi? it’s cheaper than paying the driver, but you still need to pay… not like that’s a problem for you though. maybe an uber would be good enough—“

“actually, i got myself covered. thanks.”

his jaw slightly drops and his eyebrows furrow. he looks straight at you in shock. “what do you mean you got yourself covered?”

you look down at your feet, a nervous habit. “i got myself a ride, you don’t need to help me. i’ll be back as soon as dawn comes.”

he raises his eyebrow. “who’s your ride?”

“doesn’t matter,” you glance down at your phone seeing a notification and wave a goodbye, leaving rather suddenly. “i gotta go, i’ll text you when you need to open the gates!”

“y/n! wait! who’s your ride— and she’s gone.” johnny sighs, watching as you run towards the front gates, tossing your stiletto heels away on the grass while you’re at it. he heads back inside, silently hoping you’ll be fine.

knocking the window of the old black mustang parked outside behind the big bushes, the driver rolls down his window and sends the most charming smile.

yuta in his black beanie, long blonde hair, worn out doc martens, signature leather jacket and black skinny jeans. it almost makes you laugh on how he wears the same thing almost everyday but still manages to look so good.

he is most notable for having a big bad boy reputation and you knew that he was the breath of fresh air you needed in your life. a person who can understand having the pressure of having to be or to fulfill your persona. a person you can completely be yourself around. a person who is full of warmth no matter how cold he may seem on the outside.

“get in, princess.”

and that was all you needed. you tiredly walked to the other door and sat yourself in the car. rolling his window back up, he looks at you. you are wearing a simple yet stunning black dress along with silver jewelry adorned on your neck and wrists. your makeup is perfectly done but still struggles to hide the fog in your eyes. he has the sudden urge to clear them away. he softens at the sight of you. no one is perfect, but he finds you being perfect enough without ever having to dress up.

“where to?” he asks as gently as he could. he knows that you are most vulnerable during these moments and that it is hard to finally break down your walls after a day full of stress, so he doesn’t pry immediately. all he wants to do is to keep you here, safe and away from your burdens and for you to stay comfortable with him, even if it couldn't be for long. but is that too selfish of him to ask? he hates how you hate your life and it is taking every bone in his body to not run away with you. but who is he to tell you what to do or what to change anyway? all he can do for now is try to find a way to make you genuinely smile.

“take me anywhere,” you whisper to the latter. “i just want to be as far from myself and my life as possible. miles away or the nearest convenience store, just take the long way home before dawn.”

you look down at the cup holders, spotting an open cigarette box. you tug one out of the nineteen and light it with the lighter you kept in your pocket. you lean back and close your eyes. he only admires as you bring the cigarette to your lips, exhaling a cloud of smoke afterwards. letting the radio play quietly, he starts the car and begins to drive away from the mansion. he can’t help but wonder how you (an elegant daughter) and him (a bad boy) are millions of worlds apart, but more similar than you think.

© perhapsthanatos (efa)

[tetsunova]

Omg congratulations on your milestone! I wanted to be the first for the matchup but it looks like i am l a t e

So my name is dee, she/they, bisexual, 5'7, brown, I/Entp w a lean towards E, aries sun, pisces moon, scorpio rising, taurus venus

I like memes a lot, and people who get my tiktok/vine references are just superior, reading books (i wish to write a mystery thriller one day) , i write for fun, i also love to think abt my husbands <3, i also like to base my personality on the fact I'm gay,,, jk but i joke like that whicj makes people uncomfortable sometimes lmao

I'm like hella sarcastic, literally so shameless w people I'm comfortable with. My personality isn't limited to certain traits because i like making people comfortable w me so I'mvery flexible personality wise, with someone i could be really nice, soft and couldn't be mean even if i tried, while with someone else I'd be very sarcastic, lowkey asshole (I'm an entp like kuroo and atsumu, i can def say,,, a lot of similarities) and flirty, (the latter is mostly what happens tho)

Sometimes I'm too outspoken, i have a "the only people who can insult me are me and my friends", I'm very very mean to rude people (if they were rude first), i also am a very "you get the energy that you give me"

I am like fun, dark fun sometimes but issok cuz we love that, i also for the love of everything hold cannot talk abt my emotions because it makes me ick, why talk abt them when i can just meme yk

THERE'S A LOT BUT TAKE ME AS THAT QUEER SARCASTIC MOM FRIEND BEST FRIEND TROPE IG

Im also very stubborn, cocky and sensitive ig

As for my s/o, I've come to terms w the fact i have no type, but it needs to be someone who has a sharp tongue and is sarcastic and sassy w me, someone who doesn't mind my sarcastic nature and finds it fun, and most importantly they need to love me enough to tolerate my bs somedays ngl, omg i want to fluster them so bad, i have bde and they better love it 😾

Congratulations again btw, hope your blog grows even faster <3 have a great day, thanks!

I lowkey ranted lmao sorry and sorry for the typos

a/n: AYO YOU’RE BROWN TOO??? I love you pls we’re very similar what even. Please feel free to rant I’m the unpaid and uncertified therapist. Also have a great day too <3

OK SO I match you with...

Bokuto Kotarou

how you both met: He approached you just cause all his fangirls were praising him and you were just not having it. He approached you and literally went ‘Babe thabk god you’re here’ and you went along cause why say no to a pretty boy (he’s never gonna know you said that his ego doesn’t need any more of a boost)

Your first kiss: He didn’t even plan it. All he wanted to do was spend time at the fair with you. But he ended up scoring a kiss at the top of the ferris wheel where you both had a very cute romantic moment. He took a picture of you both kissing after so that he could ‘treasure it forever’

Random Headcannons

WILL SEND YOU WHOLESOME MEMES; every single one he finds, it’s going straight to you

LOVES making funny tiktoks and prank tiktoks with you. They end up turning into prank wars and not even Akaashi can stop you both this time

Has the same blushed, proud face as the time he gets complimented when he reads all the work you’ve written and just jumps around the house squealing about how good it is

Gets so jealous when you call anime characters hot. His whole hair flops down like an umbrella. You’re gonna have to make up for it with reassurance and kisses

Loves joking around with you in front of the team cause your whole goal is to annoy the shit out of them

You’re the type to pull off a fake breakup in front of a team so that they get uncomfortable and laugh about it

He acts like an air head but is the kinda guy who’d be sassy without actually meaning it. So expect a bunch of sassy replies from time to time

Tries flirting with you but is a blushing mess when you flirt back. He knew it was coming but the words are too much for him to handle

Poor boy usually doesn’t get dark humour but A for trying (He makes sure to go and ask Akaashi about it later)

Your mom friend personna really comes in handy when he has is extreme mood swings

He does not know how to handle emotions either so he’s just gonna come sit beside you, hug you and let you have a good cry. Will kiss you on the forehead later and will go ‘I know it’s hard for you to talk about it so whatever you’re going through, I’m sure it’ll pass. We don’t have to talk about it either as long as you know you’re gonna be okay’

A song that reminds me of you both

Loving is Easy - Rex Orange County, Benny Sings

[danteinthedevildom]

Ngl I’ve been thinkin over the brother’s fears stuff from the most recent (?) lessons (bc I’m a dirty cheat and saw spoilers so ofc I went and looked up as much shit as I could) and like,

Ok shovin thots under the cut bc it got long oop. Also bc spoilers but y’know.

1 - Lucifer thinkin the “light” (which is ofc God lbr) was his fear despite not fearin it at all is p. weird. Like there was no hesitation, no fear. He just looked at it and went “ew it’s you never thot I’d see you again” and killed it. So clearly that’s NOT his actual fear. Def. Simeon’s I think, like he says a lil later.

So either Lucifer knew it was Simeon’s and “claimed” it to save Simeon’s feelins or smthn or he legit figured it was his fear bc the only thing he could think to be scared of is the guy who threw him out. 

Which like. Is such a fuckin non-answer re: his actual fear (tho he did say once goin back to the Celestial Realm was his “greatest fear” or smthn so maybe that’s still true so they didn’t figure that bringin it up again’d be that fun), but is interestin bc it says a lot abt how he sees God. 

Like. He got beat and kicked out and had his sister (almost) killed, but he’s still got 0 goddamn fear of his dad. Literal creator of everything God with a capital G don’t scare him. I figure bc he already did the worst thing he could’a done, and he survived that, so what else’s there to fear?

Tho it bein Simeon’s fear is... hm. Def. makes it sound like Simeon’s fearin seein God again. Either bc that’s just smthn any angel’d fear - maybe they only see God one-on-one if they’ve done smthn wrong so that’d be like seein your headteacher pop up outta nowhere, knowin he only comes outta the teacher’s room when you done fucked up - or bc he’s hidin smthn that makes seein God a really Bad Thing. Guilt or worries over some kinda sin? 

I mean duh. He’s in love with MC. That ain’t a hidden thing anymore. He’s kissed MC plenty times and I think even said the L-word once or twice. That’s def. grounds to get murderised (as we know, RIP Lilith). 

Also hella interestin in a metaphorical sense tho. Like, God’s a light. Simeon’s scared of somethin comin to light. Da-dum-tss, but what a hella cool way of showin that it’s a (technical) secret that’s got him all wound up.

2 - Mammon and Levi both fearin demon-form Lucifer is... understandable, but also kinda sad. Like, legit sad, not “wow ur so sad lol”. 

Levi’s way of sayin it makes sense tho. Lucifer only goes full demon form when he’s hella pissed, or outta control. He’s so damn powerful he don’t need to go into that form often, bc he can handle p. much anythin without it - plus he’s just got a p. good control on himself, so no accidental demon-form slips.

Unless ofc he’s so fuckin angry that it just leaps out. We’ve seen it. He gets murderous, and boom - form’s out. Or, situation’s so damn dire it’s got him on edge, and boom - form’s out. Him bein in demon form’s never good.

But him bein in demon form and after them is even worse.

Makes me wonder tho. If it’d just been angry Lucifer, why’d Levi specify it as his demon form’s anger? He gets angry at them hella often, and Mams esp. is strung up p. much daily, so clearly they’re not scared of him bein angry at them. 

It’s him bein angry at them while enraged. So either they’ve both pissed him off before bad enough that he’s gone full demon form, and whatever happened then was so fuckin terrifyin they’ve never recovered from it, 

Or they know that demon form Lucifer is scary shit, and even tho he’s not gone for them like that before, it’s smthn they’re terrified of in principle. Like, you’ve seen your dad mad on the phone before, and he’s never yelled at you like that, but you know he’s capable of it and that’s terrifyin as shit bc what if you do smthn that pisses him off enough to yell at you like that?

A lil part of me leans towards the latter bc tho they were scared it wasn’t smthn Levi said as tho it’d happened. More like smthn he’s hypothetically scared of. Plus idk what times Lucifer’d be so pissed he goes full rage at them? His demon form’s only really come out when the family’s in danger. Even shit like Lotan bein summoned don’t usually end in a demon form Lucifer (I’m p. sure anyway).

3 - Ok so like who was surprised by this. Asmo’s beauty is p. integral to who he is. He’s nothin if he’s not beautiful, and that’s what I think scares him. Not the bein ugly, but that bein ugly means he’s not Asmo.

Means he can’t get the attention he needs, can’t be loved by ppl, won’t get all the adoration and affection - he won’t be popular. And Asmo hella needs to be reassured that he’s pretty and loved. It’s who he is and what his identity is based on. 

Plus we’ve seen I’m p. sure a couple scenes where he’s been a lil worried/nervous abt if MC likes him for him. Beyond the beauty. He legit don’t think there’s anythin worth lovin if he’s not pretty, so ofc him bein ugly’s gonna be his biggest fear. Bc who’s gonna love him then. 

4 - Also smthn no-one’s gonna be surprised by. It’s his whole sense of identity. That’s not gonna go away for him overnight, y’know? The fact that it was angel Lucifer, tho - not just, like, normal Lucifer - was a p. cool touch.

That’s his roots. Not Lucifer the demon - Lucifer the angel. That’s what he’s based on. Smthn he never was but was always part of. 

He’s legit just the Lil Hal-Dirk connundrum which jfc that’s showin my fandoms huh. Is smthn that comes from smthn else its own unique person, or is it just a copy that’s always gonna get drawn back to what it was? How can it be original when everythin it is came from smthn else? 

That’s a hell of an identity crisis. Even bein Wrath and bein p. physically different and even likin different shit’s not enough to stop that feelin of ig imposter syndrome? Or of just bein a fragment of smthn else. Esp. when you know everyone else’s their own damn being. No one can understand where he’s comin from bc his “birth” was totally unique. He’s not just, like, Lucifer’s son or whatever - he’s legit a part of Lucifer’s emotions that just got plopped out one day. 

(Except ofc he’s not bc Lucifer knew he was different and felt him like a different presence for a while before the Fall but Satan’s got his memories and that’s kinda like bein someone anyway, ain’t it?)

So yeah, not surprisin, but also? I rlly hope he gets confident in who he is one day. Legit the idea that he’s still sittin there goin “who am I?” just hurts. 

5 - This bitch got trauma. Lbr it was either gonna be Belphie or it was gonna be Lilith and we all knew that was comin. Beel’s still not over the death of Lilith and his “role” in it (bc survivor’s guilt is a bitch and he’s still thinkin “not being able to save two ppl in two different places at the same time” is a sin), so losin anyone else is gonna hurt him.

But bein the reason he lost them? Oh that’s gonna hurt him even more. Esp. with the blame he’s still puttin on himself. It’s one thing to be like the passive cause that someone died but bein the active cause? Even by accident? Poor Beel. 

I don’t think anythin could’a been worse for him. That ain’t just a fear, that’s outright smthn he’s still strugglin with PTSD over. Like hell no shit he almost/did break down over it, that’s just shovin a trigger right in his face. 

6 - Bein alone, bein abandoned, not bein able to find anyone in pure darkness. That’s... damn. Either that’s lingerin trauma from bein locked up in the attic, knowin that no one was gonna find him or could hear him (which, fuck, how much did he try’n call for his brothers to come get him only to realise no one was gonna come?), or smthn set up that fear before the attic and the attic just made it hells of worse.

Like that wasn’t just “bein in a room apart from ppl”, it was outright “not knowin where anyone is, or seein/hearin/feelin them”. Total sensory deprivation. 

Oh. His worst fear’s not feelin anythin. That’s. Y’all. 

Idk how to end this now I’m just big hurty thinkin abt the last two jfc. No wonder Belphie’s always wantin to be asleep next to smthn. “He sleeps better with someone there” no sir you just hella fear sleepin bc your sin’s legit exactly what you’re terrified of and havin smthn there’s the best way to fix it. 

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

Lewis or George? ☺️

Oooohh this is a good one! And a tough one because Mercedes is probably the team I vibe the least with lmao. Oh my lord this is actually really difficult 😂

I'd probably lean just slightly towards George because I think I vibe a lil better with him but that might be because I do have a soft spot for Williams (main favs have been & always will be Ferrari and Red bull tho, I was raised in the Schumi to Seb pipeline so those two teams are practically in my blood but I do vibe with Williams the most out of the other teams please god let Nicholas & Alex have a decent car this year I beg). Ngl I am probably biased because of the twitch quartet too lmao. He's also responsible for some of my favorite memes/reaction pics too so there's that 😂;

I'm pretty neutral on both him and Lewis in general though which I do think is an achievement considering the sky sports commentary* and the way some of their respective actions last season really did rub me off the wrong way. Driving wise, I would say I lean towards Lewis because I think he's the stronger driver of the two but it will be interesting to see how they compare to each other when they're behind the wheel of the same car. Especially as George did out qualify Lewis twice last year in a far inferior car but I am hoping that the Mercedes is at the very least not as dominant as it's been in recent years. I've rewatched past races recently from the pre hybrid era and even hybrid era races where Mercedes had taken themselves out and it just reminded me of how much I miss the battles we used to have every race weekend of say four different cars battling for the win and then having more than two drivers with an actual chance at winning the championship, hopefully we'll see more of that again from this season onwards.

Generally though they'd both be in the latter half of the grid for me personally because I'm generally not very fussed over them and I do prefer other drivers over them. Like take their past teammates, while I'm pretty neutral on Valtteri too, I do prefer Nicholas to George. I think this was just my long winded way of just saying I'm not overly fussed over either of them lmao 😂 but yeah ever so slightly towards George but it's not a huge margin, maybe a tenth of second lmao

Thank you for asking 🥰💗💕

*Sky sports commentary frustrates me for a number of reasons but when I do complain about the sky sports commentators never ever am I talking about this lovely man right here Jenson Button, the light of my life, my underrated fav. Like my house was always a Michael / Seb house first but Jenson, Nando and Kimi were always welcome too. Jenson is a fair commentator to boot now too, which is always an appreciated bonus.

[imtryingmybeskar]

Uhhhh I have hit 400 followers. Thank you all so much, this is amazing! I'm so happy you're all along for the ride!

I'll be posting a celebration shortly but before that, I wanted to give you all an update on some of the works in the pipeline...(no spoilers)

Fugitive Chapter 15

Din, my beloved! Anyone who had kept up with the story knows things are coming to a head. I've written the bones of the whole story, it's just writing it properly that we're getting to grips with now (I'm sure my fellow writers can relate 😭) I've currently written about 1k words and I'm hoping to work on it a little more once Christmas is over.

Duality - Epilogue

Ngl I haven't even started this. I had a couple of vague ideas about what it could be and used them in Steph's Christmas Writing Challenge so I don't know when it will happen. I still feel I'm not entirely ready to let go of them 😅

Latent - Chapter Three

I've written the bones of the next chapter, but I'm one of those "gardener" variety writers so while I know approximately where it's going, it will require work that I haven't yet done to get the next chapter out. I suspect that once I write the next chapter of it, it will flow and all come at once!

Another Round - Chapter Five

I've written quite a bit of this already but I'm at a fork in the story and I cannot make up my mind which way I want it to go. Realistic or crazy? I'm leaning toward the latter honestly but I think I'll just have to write it and then change it later if I hate it 😅

Red Letter Day - Chapter Twelve

This is almost ready to go! It will probably be the next update and I'm hoping to post it before the New Year. I miss Maxie so much 💖

Aside from these, I have the following in the works too;

A Joel fic that I had in mind for ages and while I haven't written Chapter Two yet, it won't be a long series (maybe three parts?) and I've got it all mapped out in my head at least.

An Oberyn AU inspired by Writer Wednesday that I want to turn into a few parts.

A Triple Frontier AU that I am SO excited about but I have to hold off writing until I've done a few more of the things above.

An Ezra one shot that I've been working on for ages and is about half done.

A piece of pure filth involving Jack Daniels that I'm about halfway through.

A Mando crack fic that I've had in mind for ages which might turn into....something. All I'm saying is Gothic Horror. That's as far as I've got 😅

Another fic inspired by the beautiful art of @enstatia.

And of course, the remaining days of Steph's Christmas Writing Challenge!

And apparently I'm going to invite some asks and requests for my follower celebration too. Just in case I was getting too comfortable 😅

For those who have been waiting for updates for some of my older fics, thank you so much for bearing with me. I only started writing again this year (for the first time in 20 years!) when I was confined at home with Covid and it's like my imagination ran riot. Mr Pascal is a beautifully versatile muse. I also do full time shift work and I've had a few bereavements this year so it's been a bit of a ride.

I'm so grateful to each and every one of you who reads and interacts so wonderfully with my work. You have helped me through some dark times this year, though most of you never knew it ❤️

[tsukoyomi-fumikage]

Sick (ShouToko)

Shoji X Tokoyami

Excited screeching - I loved writing this one, ngl

Prompt - Tokoyami goes to Shoji in the middle of the night feeling sick - It looks much worse than any simple sickness though; Cue Concerned!Shoji

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Shoji awoke to a hand on his blanket, clenching at it, shaking violently. Immediately, he thought the worst, eyes flying open and arms automatically grabbing the person next to him, throwing them back onto the floor full-force. There wasn't any fight, the small body landing with a harsh thump, no movement coming from them. Mezo fought to wake up more, to understand what was happening - was this a dream? No, no dream of his ever felt this real. Then why was someone in his room?

"O-ow..."

Mezo knew that voice. His eyes widened and his heart ached at the immense guilt that flooded through it, like a tidal wave crashing into a building, demolishing everything. His throat tightened, now suddenly dry as he stammered his boyfriend's name out; "T-Tokoyami?"

"I... I didn't mean to scare you..." Fumikage's voice was choked, raw from crying himself - Shoji remembered the hand, how it had been trembling, and wondered how he could've been so stupid. "I just... hmmnn."

That didn't sound good - the smaller teenager's voice was cut off from a whimper of pain, which didn't sound like any noise the student had ever made before, concerning Shoji instantly.

Fighting out of his duvet, he made his way over to the shadowy lump on the floor, kneeling down towards him, hoping his non-masked face wasn't creepy at all to his already scared lover. "What did you hit? Where does it hurt?"

"No, I-" The more Tokoyami came into view, the more Mezo realized he was clutching at his chest and head, doubled over from whatever agony he was experiencing. His mouth clenched tightly in pain at just watching him. "I'm... I don't feel well..."

Well, now Shoji felt like a professional asshole.

"Sick?" He hesitantly reached a hand to feel at his head, pushing back at his feathers, which were puffed up from distress. Quills and all, he could still feel the burning fever under his sensitive palm, and he frowned. "Yes, it appears you are."

Fumikage leaned into his touch, shaking, eyes squeezed shut. Shoji knew he needed to do something - anything - to make him feel better. "I think we need to go to someone who can help." As much as Mezo wanted to just hold his boyfriend in his arms, he knew it wouldn't help him in reality. "Iida? Or should we go to Aizawa-Sensei?"

There wasn't a response.

"Tokoyami?"

"I... dunno..." His voice was slowly becoming more slurred; words mixing together and his usual, well thought out sentences were quickly being reduced to garbled, uttered messages.

"Okay, alright.." Mezo steadied himself into a better position, easily wrapping his mutant-arms around Fumikage, lifting him like he weighed a pillow, surrounding him with protection and warmth, although unsure if the latter was good for someone with a fever. Fumikage's head flopped uselessly against his chest, spurring his usual protective instincts. This was bad, really bad. "Uhm, Aizawa then? I'm really worried, Fumi'."

Now he knew he wasn't going to get a response - the only reassurance that he was still with him was the quiet puffed out breaths, light and uneven. What sickness did this to a person? Mezo realized he really didn't want to find out.

Standing up shakily, the nerves hitting him, he grabbed one of his masks and made his way to the door, thankful he was a minimalist, therefore not having to dodge any unwanted items laying on the ground, like tables and stools. Thinking back to the task at hand, Mezo realized Tokoyami's body was completely limp now, and he clutched tighter in fear, twisting the doorknob and letting them both out, being careful to close the door quietly behind him.

Shoji had never been to his homeroom teachers room before, but luckily, he knew where it was - the very top floor. Being quiet while being a large six-tentacled teenager may sound difficult, but Mezo easily glided through the corridors and up the stairs, past his classmates rooms until finally, he made it. One of Tokoyami's eyes opened, the single movement gaining his attention - at least he was awake now, that was good, right?

He knocked on the door, albeit a bit too frantic for his liking; his nerves were so shot that even he was shaking, or maybe Fumikage's tremors had leaked into his body. Mezo wasn't quite sure at this point. Morphing a spare hand, he pressed it against his boyfriend's feathered cheek, feeling his breath on his hand, ghosting over it gently. It was so... unrealistic. God, what was happening?

The door creaked open slightly, the slit in the frame giving way to a tired-looking man, raven hair tied up in a loose bun, one black, exhausted eye staring back at him. "Shoji?" Clearly Aizawa hadn't noticed the trembling ball in his grasp. "Oh, wait." The door opened a bit more so the teacher could see better, now with both of his eyes. "Tokoyami?"

"He's.. sick?" Shoji felt put on the spot here - he really wanted help, but he didn't know how to explain how he'd even found Fumikage to begin with, much less what was happening to him. "He woke me up, and he, he was all slurred and shaking. I didn't know what to do."

Shota nodded, eyes narrowing. "On any normal circumstance I would say just let him sleep it off, but nothing about this looks normal." Now the door was fully open, and the teacher stood off to the side. "Come in, place him on the couch."

The student felt a tiny bit awkward walking into his teacher's flat, however he knew it would only be beneficial to his boyfriend. He stroked at his face affectionately when Aizawa jogged off to grab something. "It's going to be alright, Fumi'. Okay?"

Crimson eyes, glazed over with sickness, looked into his black ones, and the bird-teen's beak curled up into a smile, something that was both relieving and concerning. "I... trust you."

As per the teacher's instructions, he placed him down onto the sofa, kneeling besides him, arm protectively lay over his chest, covering most of his body from the world. Aizawa walked back in a few seconds later, carrying his phone, a glass with a straw, a thermometer and what appeared to be a hot-water bottle. Placing all of the items down on the coffee table, he picked up the thermometer, handing it to Mezo. "Check his temperature - Although it was probably easy to tell he had a fever from you holding him, I need to know how high it is."

The tentacle hero nodded, taking the item in his right hand, transferring it over to his left to free up his right arm to life Tokoyami's head up. Again, those sluggish crimson eyes opened at stared right into his soul. "Can you open your mouth?"

Silently, the bird-teen complied, and Mezo put the instrument into his mouth, waiting for the usual beep. When it did, he took a quick glance at the number: forty degrees Celsius (104F). Not great, but not the worst thing Shoji had witnessed today. Aizawa read over the number, sighing, handing the glass to the student. "Now get him to drink while I call the school - he's going to have to get tomorrow off."

"Shouldn't you wait until they are awake?" Mezo wasn't normally the one to talk back, but he felt the need to know. Having Shota Aizawa, this usually aloof and depressed man actually express urgency wasn't doing him much good. "Is it that bad?" Shoji didn't know shit about fevers and sickness, and heck, if mutant-bird-students fevers were even like the average sickness.

"It's not bad, don't worry, he just needs a lot of rest and maybe some medication." Shoji nodded shakily, lifting his boyfriend up even further to allow him to drink from the straw. "Someone'll have to keep an eye on him."

"I don't mind, Aizawa-Sensei."

The Erasure hero chuckled. "I didn't think you would."

...

By the time Tokoyami became more aware of his surroundings, he noticed he was curled into Shoji's gigantic arms, and appeared to be in his boyfriend's room, light just barely flooding through curtains, symbolizing how early it must've been. He felt as if he hadn't slept in years.

"Are you awake?"

The sick student flinched at the sudden words, eyes moving upwards to find his boyfriend - of course it was him, why was he so stupid? "I... think so?" He spoke before he even got the chance to think about it; If this was supposed to be his mind trying to make a joke, it wasn't exactly funny. "What.. happened?"

"You woke me up around three hours ago, all shaky and sick, and turns out you have a bug, but it'll run its course in a few days, hopefully - or so, Aizawa-Sensei said."

He thumped his head against the pillow in an attempt to not look as embarrassed as he felt. "Okay.. Then why am I in here?"

"Aizawa said someone needed to stay with out, and I didn't think you were one to appreciate our teacher making sure you aren't dying."

Tokoyami leaned forward, burrowing his face into Mezo's shirt. "I owe you one..."

"You don't owe me anything, Fumi'." A morphed mouth pressed a kiss onto his feathered head, and Tokoyami couldn't help but smile at the affection. "I just wish for you to get better."

[glmtwnbrtz]

Ice Skating

Ngl this kinda sucks but I worked on it for two days so I'm posting it anyway. Kinda based on a speedpaint I once saw, I can't remember the YouTube channel name so, I'm sorry

Time: 8:05 am to 8:50 pm (two days spent working on this)

Ships: Prinxiety

Words: 733

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"This is stupid." Virgil breathed, looking at the ground in embarrassment. He and Roman, whom he affectionately dubbed "Sir Ego the Worst", were at a skating rink. Roman had wanted to teach the anxious side how to skate, and after fifty-two pancakes and two chickens, Virgil agreed to come.

"Come on, Virg! It'll be fun, you won't get hurt, I promise." Roman said, kissing Virgil's head after speaking. Virgil blushed, still not used to Roman being so affectionate. 'We've been dating for 2 goddamn weeks, I should've gotten used to this by now.' Virgil thought, trying to conceal the smile his lips made. Roman smiled at him then entered the ice rink.

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A few minutes later, they were on the ice. Roman held Virgil's hand, teaching him how to skate.

"N-no, Virgil, not like that. Like this! Take it slow," Roman said, gliding across the ice effortlessly. The anxious side glared at him, holding out his arms like a toddler trying to walk.

"Easy for you to say! I've never been ice skating before!" Virgil snapped at Roman, grabbing onto the side of the rink. Roman looked at him sympathetically and skated to him.

"Just hold onto me, I got you." The creative side murmured, holding Virgil's hands with his and started guiding him along the ice. Virgil looked at him gratefully then started to slowly and clumsily make his way around the perimeter of the rink.

"Thanks Ro." He whispered, letting go of Roman's hand to push back his sweaty bangs. Virgil slipped and nearly fell, tightening his grip on Roman's hands. Roman held him up and kissed the back of his neck, then continued like nothing happened. Virgil smiled slightly then started to loosen his grip on Roman's hands.

"Ro! I-I think I'm doing it!" Virgil said, letting go of Roman's hands completely then started to skate forward. He was about to stop when an invisible wall seemed to stop him before he did. He was afraid to look at the wall, sure that it was the exact thing he experiences everyday. You see, since his job is supposed to cause Thomas anxiety and bad thoughts, when he isn't doing exactly that, a wall appears to "remind him" to do his job. A wall of words appears to remind him to be anxious, suspicious, to be anxiety.

"Virg? Are you okay?" Roman asked, skating to him and to kneel down. Virgil swatted him away with his hand, then got back up on shaky feet.

"I'm fine." He mumbled, reluctantly grabbing Roman's hands. They once again skated together, Virgil not having a lot of fun after the wall got to him. Roman saw that his boyfriend wasn't having fun, and frowned.

"What's wrong?" He asked, squeezing his hand. Virgil looked startled then looked away, grimacing. He muttered something incoherent then tried to skate away. Roman looked at him with concern in his eyes, then got an idea. He started skating faster, Virgil speeding up to match his speed. Roman got a twinkle in his eye that Virgil didn't like. He started pulling the drifting away Virgil closer to him and leaned towards his ear.

"Hold on to my waist and don't let go." He whispered, making Virgil shudder. Virgil decided to trust him and grasped on his waist tightly. Soon after, Virgil was close to Roman and looked like he was going to fall over, but didn't. For the heck of it, Virgil stroke a majestic pose and rolled his eyes. Roman smiled and loosened his grip on Virgil, who decided at that moment to try and go upright again. Roman lost his grip on Virgil and tumbled forward, where his boyfriend was lying.

"Oh my God!" Virgil exclaimed when Roman landed on him, laughing slightly. Roman laughed and quickly got up, holding out his hand to Virgil. He smiled and took his hand, getting back up.

"Come on. Let's get back home." Virgil said, holding Roman's hand and started skating to the exit of the rink. Roman skated close behind.

-

Roman and Virgil were walking away from the rink, the latter's head on the others shoulder.

"So, are you gonna tell me what happened back there?" Roman asked, looking at Virgil tiredly.

"Later." Virgil said, kissing just below Roman's ear. They smiled at each other and walked to the restaurant across the street, ignoring the looks they got.

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Persona 5 Problems: “Goro can’t escape Shido” doesn’t make sense

Might be a pt 1. But before I get into it, what I mean here is “Goro can’t escape Shido” doesn’t makes sense in the context of the characters interactions that we see nor the rules or the world we see in Persona 5.” 

I probably could title this as “Atlus doesn’t know how to utilize it’s Metaverse and everything around it is shit pt 1: In relation to Goro” but that’d be too long, and it gives you more insight on what’s in store. 8U

Also this isn’t to rag on Goro, but the failure of the writing with P5. I mean I hate Goro, partially for his writing partially for how I think he’s a jerk and not in a fun way (cause I do like characters who are jerks but he just doesn’t jive with me)....this for full transparency (esp if you are new). 8U That being said I wont’ tag it as Goro cause I’m not a jerk, I’ll tag it as anti I guess but...........yeah in retrospect after typing this I do kinda take a dump on his writing so anti tag it is. 0u0 

Now why arm I talking about this? Well a new chapter of P5MM came up and.....well this picture appeared:

Now I love Saito, the manga is pretty good, so this is nothing against Saito. My issue is.....I guess the over victimization of Goro esp when it 1) makes no sense and 2) is contradictory.

Now do I think an antagonist that is a victim doesn’t make sense? No. What doesn’t make sense is that P5 doesn’t bother to develop it. P5 throws out the bare minimum of hints all while making NO SENSE how that could work. So fans have to fill in the blanks, and that’s either making him more sympathetic or like me who’s either deciding to start master blasting holes everywhere or is ready to throw this suit case out all together.

I know a lot of fans, and adaptations (such as this) kinda lean towards making Goro more sympathetic. I DON’T BLAME THEM. Like I said, there’s a lot of holes to fill in. And one of them is his relationship with Shido, something VERY crucial to the plot and is.....glossed over with like a few min worth of dialogue. 

Anyway what am I getting at? The issue that annoys me a lot, and that was shown in this picture that hair-triggered me into wanting to write this, was the fact “Goro is being controlled by Shido/Goro has no power and Shido has his claws into him/Goro can’t escape Shido.” As seen in the pictured above, you see Goro has hands to his throat and Shido has an overwhelming presence. Goro is trapped by Shido. And a lot of people will agree with this. It’s understandable because the game half assidly will say things like “you know what happens to people who defy me!” and basically threatening Goro’s life. EXCEPT IT’S ALL BULLSHIT!

“Woah that’s a little extreme what do you mean?” I mean it, Goro is not being controlled by Shido. It’s annoying P5 even INSINUATES that possibility in its writing! It makes no sense for Goro to be the powerless one here, not with the game we were given. And it’s amazing this wasn’t caught in the writers room. This is how that scene should’ve gone down given what we know:

Shido: You know what happens to people who oppose me! Goro: Yeah motherfucker, you send me! What do you want me do? Kill myself? What are you a 14 year old troll on the internet? Do you want me to kill you for threatening me-you scrotum looking asshole? 

Just freaking think about it, Shido or his confidants want a breakdown? Send Goro. They want a shutdown or to possibly kill someone? Send Goro. What the fudge is Shido doing threatening the guy who does his dirty work? Is he gonna kill him himself? No. Shido is a gd moron.

“But what about the cleaner guy?” Great question! And here’s my answer! What about him? No seriously what could anyone but the PT or a god do to Goro? Nothing. 

“But how is that nothing?!” Easy, Goro can take him out, breakdown or shutdown, before he could hurt Goro. If Shido sic’d anyone on Goro, Goro could easily take down Shido, the cleaner, and anyone related to either who know they should take Goro down. All thanks to the Metaverse. And because of that “Goro is trapped by Shido because he’s threatening Goro with death” is such a BS excuse by the game. 

“But what about Shido’s knowledge of the Metaverse? Didn’t he say he could utilize it?” Yeah what about it? The game doesn’t showcase HIM using the Metaverse. He always sends Goro. Which is REALLY FREAKING WEIRD considering he still acts this way, knowing full well Goro is missing. Like how are you going to do it Shido???? 1) you need an app first and foremost, 2) you’ll need a Persona or else you’ll get rekt’d! YOUR LOGIC MAKES NO SENSE! And him knowing about how the Meteverse works is just bs plot device so that we can shoo away how he could believe Goro in the first place let’s be honest.

The only people who use the Metaverse that we don’t know how they got there was the SWAT team that busted the MC, and while not explained it’s possible Goro had something to do with it (either giving someone his phone, since multiple people can go in with just one phone). That’s the only thing that makes sense, since only app users (aka PT+Goro) can got to that world. Tho the cut content seem to indicate even the police don’t know:

And it seems that you only get the app if you have a Persona (minus Goro, MC, and Futaba), cause that’s what Yadly wants:

(btw Ryu’s first pic is pre awakening and the 2nd is post awakening, Futaba’s the only one to get her’s before her Persona with the exception of Goro/MC, but Yadly must’ve thought she was useful or some shit judging by his dialogue early on in the game XP)

But yeah, bringing this up because it’s relevant to know who can and who can’t use the Metaverse. Goro CAN. Shido/Shido’s confidants CANNOT. Goro has the advantage. Shido does not. Goro holds all the cards. Shido’s a gd moron.

As for how Goro could end Shido and his Confidants. If for some reason Goro doesn’t know some of Shido’s confidants JUST BY WORKING WITH THEM, then he can find out through Shido’s Palace. Shido’s Palace literally contains every single one of his CoOps in Cognition form. Which means he probably knows their name, and all Goro really needs is a name cause that’s the hard part. Once he interrogates all the Cognitions and Shadow Shido, he takes Shadow Shido out, go after the real CoOps’ shadow, interrogates them (plus cognitions if they have a palace), and work his way down the latter until know one is after him. He can also squat in the Metaverse if for some reason the heat is really on him, and what’s the worse that could happen? They get pulled in with him? Well that’s bad....FOR THEM! Cause Goro has more powers there, his Persona, he’s stronger and more durable. There’s really no losing here.

So again, one last time. “SHIDO’S THREATS ON GORO’S LIFE MAKES NO SENSE BECAUSE GORO HAS THE POWER TO END SHIDO NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND!”

“Well what about his strangle on giving Goro affection?” Ok, ngl....been awhile....but I legit have NO RECOLLECTION of Goro or Shido showing any possible fatherly affection. I feel like I’ve seen more of the fans make this argument then the game. If the game did then it was just....such a throwaway line, and it’s a classic “P5 tell don’t show” move. Coupled with how contradictory the writing is with the way the story is built (like show literally above in how Goro’s life should not be threatened like AT ALL). P5 goes out of its way to show how much Goro HATES Shido and HE CAN’T WAIT TO SEE HIM GO DOWN! That doesn’t seem like someone hesitating cause he wants a hug from daddy. The only reason he waits so long was because he wanted him to be prime minister (or just close to election) and then bring him down from the highest pedestal. THAT’S IT. He has so much more backing that then “I really wanted a daddy figure that gave me pats on the head and told me I was a good boy.” If P5 WAS going for that then they did an even piss poor job than with the issue above. 

And listen, I’m NOT saying that’s not something that couldn’t have happened, I’m saying the writing makes it not really support it or have it make sense. (edit: after typing this I vaguely recalled Shido saying that all Shido had to do was tell Goro he was a good boy and he thought he had him wrapped around his finger-of course this could’ve just been a tumblr post I read that’s how much I remember Shido praising Goro XP, and lkfsd;lakvl;vs this is soooooo batshit all over the place, are you controlling him with fear of death or love???? cause neither are working here bro. Btw at the bottom I go into a route in which this COULD work, but it means dropping the whole fear of death bs argument I made at the very beginning, and even then it’s not Shido actually controlling Goro, it’s him thinking he does.)

And if anyone says “What about destroying his career and social-hood by revealing Goro is a bastard?” And give Goro the platform, the audiences’ full attention for him to be like “YEAH AND GUESS WHO MY DAD IS?! :D” Like, considering Shido figured out Goro was his son, it’d be even more stupid of him to think he could do that when it’d be social suicide for him. As for Goro? That was his plan all along, nothing to lose! Maybe it’s not as high of a fall that he wanted, but he’s still bringing him down!

Now despite this rant, I’m NOT saying Goro isn’t a victim. As a bastard/foster child in Japan, he is a victim for their horrible treatment towards that group. That can’t be argued and in all honesty if it was just that I’d be happy. What I don’t think he is a victim of is Shido, at least beyond the parental abandonment (he is a victim for his dad being horrible and not marrying his mother and stuff like that OBVIOUSLY), by Shido I mean the Conspiracy related stuff. Making it out so that Shido controlled Goro the whole time, that Goro had no agency, that Goro couldn’t oppose him. That’s what I hate. I hate how people make him such a woobie victim when....he very well probably wasn’t. When he made Goro kill, it’d make more sense for Goro to be scared of losing his connection to Shido (aka not being able to monitor him and continue his plan) than be scared Shido might kill him (I mean he had freaking superpowers what the fudge?). But if people looked at it like that then Goro would be more in the wrong no? Choosing to value his goals of revenge over other’s? Maybe he didn’t want to kill but he still CHOSE because his own goals meant more than someone else’s life. But noooooo that would hurt him being a victim right? We need to make it all Shido’s fault! Goro did nothing wrong! Right? So we made it seem like Shido could threaten Goro’s life, make it a kill or be killed situation, even when it made no sense. 

I think Goro could been good, could’ve been complex. A boy who was an abandon bastard son of a politician, mistreated and abused by society until teenhood, suddenly granted the power to get revenge on his father, and going to any lengths, even if it broke his own moral code, because he was that dedicated to bringing down someone? That’s interesting, it’s simple. But “ A boy who was an abandon bastard son of a politician, mistreated and abused by society until teenhood, suddenly granted the power to get revenge on his father, forced to go to any lengths because he ended up in a trap by said father he wants to take down, even if it MIGHT (cause Atlus be chickens and “ambiguous”) be against his own moral code but like he’s being forced by his dad so is it really his fault? That? Fudge that. That’s needlessly confusing, it’s bending itself all out of shape to try to purify this character....and I hate it. 

There’s also the weird contradiction on Shido’s end where it’s like “He’s super paranoid that he kills people, and he doesn’t trust Goro since he plans to kill him, but he trusts him enough for certain things that he doesn’t need to double check on himself even if it poses a threat to him like I dunno checking IF THE GD MC BODY IS DEAD?! >:(” 

I dunno, I just think Goro having the strongest conviction to take down Shido (even killing because he wants to take him down so badly for what he did), with Shido not knowing Goro is his son and actually trusting him (with maybe gaining suspicions later towards the end for plot drama) because he’s so confident he groomed Goro into being his perfect little follower, is just so much more interesting? Goro is still a victim, but he’s not the perfect or “bending the character out of shape” to be perfect victim. He was hurt horribly and chose to deal with it in an....unhealthy way. It also makes the two seem reasonable, Shido thinks he’s in control because he took this starry eyed follower under his wing not because he’s threatening him with violence. Even tho we know Shido isn’t in control, Goro just likes to think he’s in control. 

;tldr: I hate how people (and even Atlus/the game) try to twist Goro into being this perfect victim, all while saying “well he does do bad things but it’s because of Shido!” instead of letting Goro be accountable and have it make logical sense in the game (because the game is a hot garbage mess). 

So yeah this concludes a 5 am rant I started yesterday. 8U 

[violet-of-the-stars]

Ngl I'm hoping for a plot twist that's wholesome and sweet and saves Edd-

-Beastie Anon

I’m either gonna give him the most depressing death ever or I’m gonna give him a happy ending. Me being the cheesy fluff lover I am I’m leaning towards the latter option ;)

[yunhycran-blog]

( the cuteST )

for once i don’t have a long ass spiel typed before introducing myself, imagine that ! hey i’m kat, i’m 20, canadian, and uh, i’m rly pulling this stunt again huh !! bc of lo siento fucking me up, i’m giving this brat one last shot in the group rp realm rather than pick up a new muse ( i am.. v convinced i kill or ruin rps by presence alone but with her ?? it’s tenfold so fingers crossed GKSKGKSL ) i’m just.. rly attached to her ok. 

i’m a uni student and in love with sowoo if that wasn’t already obvious, plus i’m 90% sure at least a quarter of you have seen me use hyeran before so this shouldn’t be a surprise to you SDKGJGKLDFS. you can find extras abt her — including stats — HERE, hmu on d*scord if you’d like ( STREAM LO SIENTO !!#2030 ) and with that, i’ll shut up and ( re ?? perhaps ? dfgjslkg ) introduce you to this brat !

` +⬦･ﾟ——— SHE/HER, PANSEXUAL — YUN HYERAN is said get mistaken for JEON SOMIN on campus all the time. they are TWENTY-TWO and about to go into their SENIOR YEAR. rumour has it they’re majoring in MUSIC COMPOSITION and came all the way from DAEGU, SOUTH KOREA. their roommate says they’re EBULLIENT & RESOLUTE but also SELF-CRITICAL & CIRCUMSPECT. ( kat, 20, gmt-3:30, and she/her  )

yun hyeran, a daegu native with an older and younger brother, an ambivert and an all around baby

tbh this is a copied intro from a few months back that i tweaked a bit for the rp, and i don’t have the time to perfectly incorporate much of her bg, so you can check out all of that HERE

buT she became involved in music through her father, who studied it in uni and ended up becoming a music instructor with a focus on piano, flute and vocals

her and her mom.. also her older brother, didn’t have the best relationship when she grew older, which seemed to die altogether when her parents divorced and her mom left. but her and her brother’s still exists, albeit barely. he’s a bit of a toxic influence on her, or at least that’s how she perceives it, and she tends to distance herself from him

would visit jeju island when she was younger bc her aunt lived there

she adores said aunt, her dad’s sister and the maternal figure she Deserves, so overall jeju holds a special place in her heart

went to uni in seoul to pursue music like her father ( a daddy’s girl too like ) but transferred to busan u after some.. shit and her own feelings ? anyways she was content when she settled here and soon found her way into the world of production !! by junior year, she’d transferred out of her original program and majored in that instead and has loved it ever since

for the time being, she works full-time as a barista at a café off-campus

she’s also making something of an income as the creator of an acct on youtube and soundcloud for her music, something she’s had for abt a year now

she’s not even close to making it big yet ofc, and she doesn’t mind if she never works for a moderately to highly popular label — though she should if she wants to get by

among the aesthetic, lo-fi music crowd ( one of those yt accts with a livestream for certain playlists that go on for hours, rip ) where for the most part, it’s personal faves mixed with her own works, and has a substantial following as of now. but has an interest in experimenting, with mashups ( as a lover of them ?? i couldn’t help myself sgflkdsjg ) for example, with a small fear of how that change would be received

this is so short since i took out a bit from when she was recent uni grad!hyeran so, pardon that sgkljgskfld

in terms of her personality and other things:

she’s a very loyal person, v e r y. while like i said ( and will elaborate on in her bio ), her relationship with her brother is Not Great, she hasn’t completely given up on him. maybe for the time being — by that i mean another two years or so ?? LJSKSDFGJ my baby’s still hurt by his bullshit so — but her being someone who’s open to the idea of people changing for the better somewhere down the line, leaves a bit of room for her to possibly change her mind if he does enough to allow her to consider it

so she can be a bit of a doormat in some cases, it all depends on how she sees the person that determines if that’s the case, but she generally won’t let you off if you’re being dumb/an ass to someone or if she gets advantageous vibes from you for example ( given she can.. be a little naive and is a p gentle soul ) so.. idk fgklsj good luck to the 99% ig ??

don’t confuse that with her being v forgiving, weak, etc, etc. she’s a soft bitch, p vulnerable too ngl but.. she’s not that Dumb sdljfkg

speaking of vulnerable, she does have a slight dependency on others despite her thinking all signs point to the opposite, and even though her and her mom never rly had a good relationship she still reels from the neglect/abandonment some days so handle her with Care if she deems you a close pal

spontaneous tbh, transferring to busan was a little last minute on her part, for one

she’s a bit reclusive when focused on something, if she tells you she’s working on a track, it’s essentially a head’s up that you might not see her for a couple of days depending on how soon she gets it done — lowkey that bitch™ who makes up an illness to her boss, so she wouldn’t even show up for work if it’s more than just her fucking around

bc admittedly, a lot of what she posts is fucking around and liking it, her more thought-out and effort packed projects are hidden away on her laptop

a bit insecure with her work and just her general disposition ?? those first few points above mess with her a lot and leave her disheartened so.. my poor child

v strong overall, takes people’s shit and if it gets to her, she gets over it p fast. doesn’t dwell on much and will be courteous to you even if she’s declared you too toxic to stick around 24/7

isn’t exactly one to get angry ?? she’s basically just disappointed or annoyed at best 99% of the time, it takes a lot to get her beyond that

positive, ugh. maybe not sickeningly sweet, but.. still dgklsf

don’t confuse that with optimism tho, bc she’s a bit of a defensive pessimist deep down, with her optimistic side always trying to overpower it

a cute bean who wants the best for everyone

uhhh

has a good understanding of english, her mom’s an american national so she grew up with it being spoken in the house at times

prob speaks it better than i speak french ( and uh, i studied that for almost ten fucking years with a shit end result on that end of things LKSDFGJGDKF ), but still wouldn’t consider herself fluent

.. i would tho js

plays piano and bass guitar, but knows her way around a flute and tenor sax ( you don’t know how tempted i was to say clarinet as an homage to jiwoo gjflkgds )

prob had some kind of little amateur rock band with a few music majors and took up bass for the hell of it lmao

loves animals, leans towards cats or big dogs. corgis and those little spaniels get a pass tho

speaking of, she has a cute little calico kitten back in daegu ( i’m shit with pet names so if lucy sounds lacklustre.. you know why rgkjls ) who she Loves, her baby !!

sweater, ball cap and basic t shirt junkie

those glasses somin wears a lot ?? hyeran wears them too but.. actually needs them for reading and especially while she’s working on shit on her laptop, not even close to a fashion statement

doesn’t don much makeup unless someone’s dragging her to a party or something

thaT’S when she looks a little more like a classy early twenties bitch.. which lbr, is hard enough when adulthood is a whole Train Wreck for the most part LGFJSDL

not a heavy drinker, but the textbook definition of a lightweight so.. she’s always praying for anyone who has to deal with her dgfjklsfg

lattes are her livelihood

a bit of a hopeless romantic, just a bit, but god help her nonetheless

her favourite subject in hs was literature/writing and reads quite a bit on her breaks at the café, even took up a couple of courses since attending uni

favourite music genres.. it’s easier to say what she doesn’t like/finds boring, which is prob country and some aspects of edm/pop, not into punk/metal either

these are super basic but.. i’ve gotta get myself together for the day so this’ll do for now i hope ??

so if you’d like to plot, im me here or on d*scord ! i prefer the latter personally, but whichever’s easiest for you. i have a list of a few of the specific wcs i have in mind ( for the time being, catch my lazy ass avoiding listing all the basic ones and revising a few i have on an old blog ) for hyeran up now, which you can find here, so just lmk if any of them appeal to you !!