#not to rag on those people. there's nothing wrong with that but some games are just NOT going to work with you in that way

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Sometimes I'm surprised that monster hunter isn't more popular among the creature design and spec evo corners of tumblr, at least the portions that also play video games, and then I remember that it's just about as hard as soulsborne games (I'd argue some specific entries are even harder) but doesn't have any of the atmospheric or story elements to attract people. It gets by on sheer gameplay alone and isn't a pvp game either. There is no way to make the game easier besides picking one of the less mechanically complex weapons and git gud. If it wasn't for the neat dinosaurs I couldn't think of a game less alluring to the average tumblr user

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Sir Steve, Knight Protectorate Part 3

Here we are at the last chapter. Thank you for everyone who liked, commented and reblogged, especially those that left lovely comments in their tags.

This isn't the last we'll see of this universe, as the next one I want to do is Christmas. Steve talking to Jonathan about the camera and not just saying it was joint present from him and Nancy.

In this we have some people who just never learn, Eddie getting heart-eyes non-stop now, and the basketball game of the century.

Part 1 Part 2

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Larry Wiggins learned nothing from getting decked in the face by Eddie Munson, Steve decided. He had been the worst of the “accidental” bullies.

If there was a massive collusion of some poor bastards, you could make a pretty safe bet that Larry was seen leaving the area. The teachers turned a blind eye to it because and he quotes, “You have no proof he’s doing anything wrong, besides as captain of the basketball team, he’s afforded a little grace because he’s under soooo much pressure.”

Steve was pretty sure he threw up a little in his mouth when he heard that from the principal, the vice principal, the basketball coach, and at least three other teachers despite him doing it right in front of them multiple times.

So just before the winter break it all came to a head and if Steve was honest, he wasn’t surprised when he saw the victim was one of Eddie’s own sheep.

Steve had really needed to pee in history class. It was horrible, but Mrs. Click adored him and let him go to the bathroom, then immediately turned around and told a girl that is she wasn’t on the rag, she had no need to use the bathroom until after class.

He felt bad about that one, because unlike students, Steve couldn’t do jack shit about the teachers. Not without losing whatever status he actually had.

He pushed open the doors to the boys’ bathroom and instantly sagged against the doorway. There cowering in the corner was one of Eddie’s freaks. He had curly brown hair and blue eyes, though one was shut from a reddening welt that no doubt would turn into a black eye later.

Then the bell rang and students came flooding out of their classes, just in time to see Steve dragging Larry out of the bathroom and throwing him against the lockers across from the bathroom.

Before anyone could protest Steve’s over-reaction, the little freshman came limping out of the bathroom.

“Gareth!” Eddie called out and Steve was distracted for a moment by the sound, let Larry out of his grasp.

But instead of taking off like what would have been the smart thing, Larry pushed Steve off of him.

“You would take the side of the little pervert, Harrington,” he sneered. “I caught this little freak checking under the bathroom stalls. No doubt he’s a fag looking for dick to ogle.”

Gareth opened his mouth to protest, but Steve held up his hand.

“Or, he could be,” Steve scoffed, “and get this, looking to make sure no one was in the stalls so he go into the one he wanted? Like a normal person?”

Eddie and Gareth both snorted at the ‘normal’ description, but wisely kept their mouths shut.

Larry rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest. “You think you’re so hot, don’t you? You’re not even a senior but everyone around here walks around here kissing your ass and why? Because Daddy’s money. If you were as poor as these chucklefucks, the only kiss you’d be getting is mouth to mouth when someone finally put you down like the dog you are!”

Gareth threw back his head and laughed. Just started laughing and laughing, doubling over from the laughter, tears streaming down his face.

Larry raised an eyebrow. “What the fuck is his problem?”

“His dad owns three of this town’s car dealerships, dude,” Steve said raising both eyebrows. “Like he lives in Loch Nora.”

Larry’s eyes go wide. “What the fuck? Then why is he dressed like trailer trash?”

“Hey!” Eddie growled and moved to take a swing at the guy, but again Steve held up his hand.

“Dude is in designer jeans and high tops and you have to ask that?” he shook his head. “You really are stupid. How did you become captain of the basketball team again?”

Steve tapped his lip for a moment, his other hand on his hip. Then he snapped his fingers. “Oh, that’s right, you mom blew the coach!”

Larry lunged forward to take a swing at Steve but Tommy and one of the other guys on the team managed to pull him back.

“You want to put your money where your mouth is punk?!” Larry shouted, trying to get out of his restraints.

Steve looked him up and down. “You’re on. One on one in the outdoor basketball court. First one to twenty points wins. We need an unbiased ref...” he looked around until he found a black sophomore standing off the side. “You, you tried out for JV this year, right?”

The kid pointed to himself and looked around but Steve nodded. “Yeah, I mean, I didn’t make it, but yeah I play.”

Steve turned to Larry. “That okay with you?”

Larry nodded. “If I win, you quit the team and stop this fucking crusade you’re on.”

The crowd oohed and ahhed.

“And if I win,” Steve said with a knowing smirk, “you step down as captain and make me captain instead. And if you lay a single finger on anyone again, and you know what I mean, I’ll be sure to spill every dirty secret you ever uttered in the locker room. Don’t think that I won’t.”

Larry gulped heavily. The sound loud in the now dead silent hallway.

Steve stuck out his hand and Larry eyed it for a moment. He looked up into Steve’s steely gaze, then at the gathered crowd. He shook the offered hand and pumped it once.

“Saturday 10am,” Steve said with a grin. Larry nodded and Steve walked over to the kid who was going to be their ref and slung an arm around his shoulder. “Hey, kid, what’s your name?”

“Patrick,” the kid mumbled shyly.

“Well, Patrick,” he said, leading him away from the crowd, “the team will be down one player regardless of what happens, you should try out again.”

Everyone is left staring in shock as the two boys walk away talking about basketball.

Nancy, who had been watching the whole thing turned to Tina, “So that was hot, right?”

Tina just nodded, her mouth open and her eyes wide. She fanned herself with her hand and shook her head. “Girl, you fucked up when you let that one get away.”

Nancy bit her lip, but privately agreed. It had been a month, and Jonathan still wasn’t biting. Perhaps...

Perhaps she might have another, tastier option.

~

The bullying full on stopped as the whole school held their breath. Even the teacher had noticed the whispering in the hall, but time and time again, students would refuse to say why. The nerds sided with Eddie and his club, the popular kids sided with Steve, and everyone one else but the bullies wanted to keep out of it.

When the teachers finally reached out to the kids who were doing the bullying, therefore proving to the whole school the teachers knew, but didn’t care, the bullies had been forced into silence or admit to the bullying.

The morning dawn bright and clear. The frost clung to the windows of the school and a couple of the basketball teammates arrived at nine to shovel the outdoor court as it had snowed the night before.

Steve showed up with longjohns under his shorts and a sweat shirt with the team logo on the front. He stood there, basketball propped on his hip as he waited for Larry to arrive. He was wearing sweats and a t-shirt, headband over his eyes.

10:01am.

Patrick came running up the court waving a whistle. “Sorry I’m late! I couldn’t find my whistle and had to go to the store to get another one.”

Larry grumbled, but Steve just threw Patrick the ball.

Larry and Steve stepped up to the middle line and Patrick stood between them with the ball. The two players shook hands and then Patrick threw it in the air.

Larry got the ball first, but in the end didn’t even matter.

Steve was far and away the better player. Whether Larry’s mom had done favors for the coach to make him captain was irrelevant. Because it soon became clear that he had only gotten the post due to some kind of favoritism.

Steve outmatched him on defense and was the better shot, making more of his shots than he missed.

Larry started panting halfway through as Steve outmatched in a different and just as vital way. Stamina.

Kids from all the cliques were pressed against the fence. Nancy in the front, cheering loudly for Steve along side all of his friends.

Tommy H. was shouting obscenities and Carol was calling Larry names.

But there was the silent section who had come out to watch. The one whose very lives depended on the outcome of the game.

You could call it hyperbole, but Eddie didn’t. It was apt. In those few scant weeks of not having his friends bullied, his grades actually fucking went up. Because he could concentrate on homework, instead of if tomorrow was going to be the day one of the bullies went too far and he lost one of sheep.

He still called out the bullying when he saw it, but now knowing that there were other people watching his sheep too? He could actually rest.

And if that was happening to him? He couldn’t dare to image what it was like for the kids who were being actively bullied. That first breath of relief knowing it wasn’t just a one time thing. That it was going to keep happening. That they were going to be able to just function. Must have felt like a god damned miracle.

Steve moved past Larry and slamdunked his final two points making it to twenty.

Larry sank to his knees as Patrick ran out on the court. “With a score of twenty to fourteen, Steve Harrington wins!”

He raised Steve’s hand over his head like a prize fighter. The gathered crowd roared to life, even those who had been watching silently at the other end of the court. The ones who didn’t understand what a layup was or how fouling worked. They began cheering too.

Steve walked over to Larry and got down on one knee, draping his arm over the other knee. “Some people are bullies because their home life is shit, some people are bullies because they don’t know how to be anything else. And some people just like you who are just fucking assholes who like make others miserable. Get the fuck off my court.”

He stood back up and waved at the crowd.

~

Steve managed to find an unlocked door and slipped into the locker room for a well earned shower. He still would have to put his gross clothes back on but at least he wouldn’t be dripping in sweat.

He heard the door open and close but decided to ignore it. Whether it was a well wisher or one of Larry’s ilk, he didn’t give a shit. He just wanted to be clean.

“Steve?” a warm and very welcome voice echoed through the empty chamber.

“Eddie?” he called back, poking his head out the shower stall to see him.

Eddie grinned. “There you are, big boy.”

Steve was grateful for the steam already painting his cheeks red so that Eddie wouldn’t see him blush.

“Hey,” he muttered softly.

Eddie came bounding up to him with a big grin on his face. “I went home and brought my PE clothes for ya so you didn’t have to put that sweaty shit back on.” He held up his bag. “We’re about the same size in everything but thighs, so this should get you home at the very least.”

“Oh you’re a lifesaver!” he breathed. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know, I wanted to.”

Steve pointed down at his sudsy body. “Just let me finish washing down and I’ll be with you in a moment.”

A few minutes later he shut off the water and called out, “Hey can you grab me a towel?”

“I could...” Eddie teased, “but then I’d miss the show of you waddling naked to grab one yourself.”

Steve’s eyebrows went up. “I wasn’t sure you’d be interested, after all the ball was in your court after your impromptu marriage proposal.”

Eddie licked his lips slowly and stalked over the low wall that separated the showers from the rest of the locker room. He looked Steve up and down, noting the high blush on his cheeks that had nothing to due with the heat. Or at least not the heat of the shower. Steve pushed his hair back and looked Eddie right in the eye.

Eddie smiled and reached out with one finger to trace a water droplet that had slid off of Steve’s collar bone to run for his belly button. Steve’s breath hitched as Eddie licked the water off his finger.

“I’m more than interested,” he murmured, leaning in close. “Just wasn’t sure if the offer was made in jest or if you were serious.”

Steve closed his eyes and let out a slow breath. Then he opened them slowly to see Eddie with his eyes wide and expression hopeful. Steve leaned in and pressed his lips to the other boy’s. It was soft and it was sweet.

Eddie leaned back, blinking. “So yeah, definitely serious then. So how about this, sweetheart, why don’t you get dressed in the things I brought you and you go home and get changed. Then I pick you up around, say... five for dinner at the diner?”

Steve’s face transformed with his smile. “I’d say that sounds like a date.” He kissed him again. Just as soft and just as sweet as the one before.

“I’m going to get cavities if you keep that up,” Eddie teased, walking away.

“Where are you going?” Steve asked tilting his head in confusion.

Eddie came back to locker room. “Getting you a towel, obviously. As much as I wouldn’t mind a sneaky peek, I think I’d rather wait to see you naked, spread out underneath me.”

Steve’s jaw worked up and down but no words came out.

“Catch you later, big boy!” Eddie called out over his shoulder after handing the towel to him.

As he was leaving he bumped into Nancy.

“Oh sorry,” he muttered. “I didn’t see you there.”

Nancy chewed on her bottom lip. “Is Steve in there? I couldn’t find him after the game.”

“Yep!” he replied popping the P. “I brought him some clothes he could change into.”

Her eyes went wide. “Oh!”

“Catch you around, Wheeler,” Eddie said giving her a salute.

As the door swung shut, she could see Steve in there happily singing a love song as he got dressed.

Nancy looked back at Eddie’s retreating form and then back at the now closed door. She sighed. She had a feeling that she was too late in getting Steve back.

He had moved on.

She blushed and ducked her head. Maybe it was a good thing. She needed to work on herself and Steve needed someone who was with him because they wanted to be and not just because he was the current available option.

By the time Steve came back out, she was gone.

~

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Tsukishima Kei x Reader Fic Recs!!

(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

Karasuno Fic Rec Masterlist

The Worst Kind of People ✨by fathomfive (fluff, humor, training camp)Tsukishima falls in with the wrong crowd, and makes some questionable decisions he can't back out of.

Bet ✨by @oreosmama (oneshot, humor)You ended up wearing a green bean costume to school the next day. Why? Ugh, don’t ask.[COMPLETED]

Red Pens Pt 1| Pt 2 ✨✨💖by @seokiloquy (soulmate au, fluff, teacher's assistant! reader, teacher!tsuki)

  Practice Makes Perfect ✨by @oreosmama (oneshot, humor, fluff)There’s nothing wrong with preparing to ask out the guy you like. Just make sure you don’t have an audience while you do it.[COMPLETED]

You Found Me by @mitsuki-murakami (soulmate au) A Soulmate AU where the location of your soulmate is written on your wrist. When you get closer to your soulmate, the tattoo will get darker. When the both of you are in very close proximity each other for the first time, the tattoo will turn hot and burn you, but will stop burning once you make eye contact.

Red Pt 1  ✨by @seokiloquy (soulmate au red string of fate) [COMPLETED]

simple stars✨ by @why-did-i-join-this-fandom(twoshot,soulmate au) [COMPLETED]

The Sound of Your Voice by @volleychumps (oneshot,soulmate au) [COMPLETED]

Hard, but soft by katcchi(oneshot, soulmate au)When you have their first words spoken to you on your wrist.[COMPLETED]

tainted colors ✨by @tooruluv (angst, fluff) in a world where you only see color when you’re in love, you’ve grown frustrated of the greyscale. but falling in love with someone you barely know was never something you planned. and, him not returning the feelings definitely wasn’t planned.[COMPLETED]

Painful soulmate meeting by kitty58732 (oneshot, soulmate au)You switch your bodies and you are on your period.[COMPLETED]

Misread by @peachiikawa (oneshot, fluff) soulmate's name on ur wrist[COMPLETED]

shock by @snake-house (soulmate au)[COMPLETED]

soulmate au by @haikyuu-scenarios-drabbles (oneshot, fluff) Injuries sharing

keeping a secret by crescentsteel (humor, angst, fluff)You love goading Tsukishima, and while he doesn't say anything about it. You know that he loathes you for it. Yet, why is it that you two suddenly find yourselves keeping a secret that even you couldn't fathom having. [ONGOING]

skin deep deception✨ by @azucanela (soulmate au, oneshot) In a world where the number of lies your soulmate tells each day is written in your wrist, Y/N has found that her soulmate has two moods. No lies, or dozens at a time.[COMPLETED]

Morning Whispers by @yourstarvic (oneshot, fluff)Tsukishima couldn't help but to admire you and tell you how much he loves you in the early morning.[COMPLETED]

Unfortunately It's Always You by queenofhyrule (friends to lovers, fluff, love confession) No matter who you date or how much you try.. it seems that you can't get that stupid cocky smirk and those beautiful golden eyes out of your head. This was ridiculous. You’re in college now. If you couldn't move on and find someone else.. was there any hope for you?[COMPLETED]

 Don’t Slouch by @oreosmama (oneshot, humor, fluff)You’ve got a bad habit. You know that. So why does that blond smartass in your class keep ragging you about it? [COMPLETED]

  Loving Tradition✨ by @oreosmama(oneshot, angst, fluff)Tsukishima has accidentally started a growing tradition with you: he will attend your home volleyball games, and you will attend his. But why does it hurt so much when you finally miss one of his own games? Surely he doesn’t like you that much… right? [COMPLETED]

In Time You Get Your Rewards by liillyliilly (soulmate au, fluff, humor)[COMPLETED]

Death of a party girl ✨by LemonCandle (soulmate au, fluff, angst, humor) (Y/N) never thought she would find her true love. Looking out the window of the hospital room she was confined in, someone unexpected stumbled through the door, changing her life forever.

[COMPLETED]

Seatmates be jeneru (oneshot, unrequited crush, jealousy) Tall, is wearing glasses and a little bit on the snobbish side. Then why are you seated next to Hinata? [COMPLETED]

god, i love the moon by aikeru(smut, enemies to lovers, crushes)the first time tsukishima meets you, he's a total ass. however, you're a salty bitch who holds grudges.[COMPLETED]

Compelled ✨by dudeandduchess (arranged marriage, angst, fluff, humor, smut, jealousy)There were three things in life that she wanted for herself, but none of them included having to marry Tsukishima Kei or staying with him for any prolonged period of time

Sour Candy by leesamess (smut, frenemies to lovers)The University AU, frenemies to lovers, only one bed with happy ending, cliché fanfic that's pretty much required to exist.[COMPLETED]

Hatsukoi ✨by Rainbend (hate to love, fluff, humor) you helps the boys' team soar to greater heights and meet new interesting people long the way while she figures out her feelings for Tsukishima Kei. Maybe, just maybe, he might feel the same way, too.[COMPLETED]

Kintsukuroi by deltachye(childhood friends, crush, slowburn) kintsukuroi to repair shattered pieces with gold[COMPLETED]

How He Shows You Affection by @jayeray-hq(oneshot, fluff)[COMPLETED]

He’s My Best Friend by @jayeray-hq(oneshot, fluff)[COMPLETED]

want vs needs by krystallisert(oneshot)In which Tsukishima learns the differences between wants and needs, and finds that maybe they aren't that different after all.

[COMPLETED]

[angel-of-the-moons]

hi!! i’ve recently been struggling with my eating disorder, and i was wondering if you could do a hobie x gf!reader where reader is having a really hard time eating and he comforts her and helps her eat? lots of physical touch and words of affirmation if possible - and if this req is uncomfy i get it !!

Awww hon I hope this helps you feel a bit better!

Let Them Eat Cake (Or Something)

Soft!Hobie x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Eating Disorders/Anorexia, hints of depression, bullying, some mental trauma, back at it again with the fluffy bullshit (Hobie also makes an inappropriate promise but nothing is detailed lol)

A/N: I myself struggle with eating disorders brought on by financial strains and mental issues (still do) so I totally understand this kinda thing!

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It was the little things Hobie did to take care of you that most people probably couldn't imagine someone of his niche to do.

Things like peeling off the nutrition labels to things you'd buy at the grocery store so you couldn't stress over the calories (or lack thereof), buying those meal replacer shakes for you to try when you didn't want to eat; hovering over (respectfully) when you prepared your meals, saying little things to encourage you to fill your plate more.

"Ay, you should try this. Saw it online and heard it tastes pretty good with that, yeah?"

"Jus' a bit more, I can still see some on ya plate there. Almost done and it's less stuff wasted, right?"

He would even call or text you to eat one of the little snack baggies he'd prepped you full of healthy snacks. Even if it wasn't a full meal, helping you eat throughout the day brought him peace of mind so he wouldn't worry about you wasting away.

He'd read up on eating disorders and didn't like it one bit, so he devoted half his time with you around meals more focusing on you, even while he scarfed down his own portions.

Hobie had an insane metabolism, it was like he was constantly eating something in some way or another to keep himself going, and at some point you'd joked he had a black hole for a gullet.

But still, he would watch you out of the corner of his eye, taking your little mouse nibbles here and there, sipping your drink...

He knew that bringing it up front would only upset you, so he'd do little things to distract you from your thoughts of your food. He'd play little games with you. Like 20 questions. If you got one wrong, you'd have to eat another bite of your food. It would continue like that until your food was gone and you didn't realize it.

A punk with a heart of gold, Hobie Brown was. Though he'd never admit it out loud, even the members of his band would snort and laugh at how soft he was with you; though they understood completely why.

Today, you and Hobie went out for lunch, and you two attracted more than a few curious glances at your contrast in styles when you sat down to order. People just loved to stare, didn't they?

You idly played with your chips, pushing them around on your plate, your chicken sandwich sitting with just a few bites taken out of it.

"Ay, luv. Eyes bigger than your stomach, again?" Hobie asked, sipping his pop.

"Yeah... I just didn't think there'd be so much of it. I just..." You sigh, feeling defeated.

You'd had this problem since you were barely a teenager, and it only got worse after time. At least you stopped making yourself vomit up all your food.

You remember how badly it went when your mother caught you doing that.

In truth, you only started starving because... well. In school you were always insulted by the "prettier" girls. You'd always assumed you were pretty too, that's what your parents and relatives would always say. But being in the face of a gaggle of obnoxiously made-up girls rag on you in the lavatory, in gym class, or lunch... the pressure to be "thin" was hammered into you. If you looked like them, they would leave you alone.

And from there it went. You'd tried dating before, but none of your partners ever took care of you. Hell, one of them practically encouraged it and showed you diet pills online. You broke it off pretty quick after that.

Hobie was honestly the first to not automatically suggest you get locked in a mental ward, or just force yourself to scarf portions that were too much for your shrunken stomach to handle. Hobie was gentle and sweet, understanding with you.

Like he was right now.

"Well we can box it up and you can toast it up for later, alright?" He suggested.

His own plate was empty and your still practically full one wasn't lost on him. But he knew that directly pointing at the elephant in the room would only upset you.

His boot nudged your foot under the table and he gave you a smile, his eyes lighting up.

"Yeah.... yeah I can do that." You smile back sheepishly, letting Hobie flag down the server so he could pay (his treat, after all) and get you a to-go box.

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Later that night, Hobie had reheated some leftovers from the night previous and toasted your chips and sandwich for you to finish off again; because ugh, nobody enjoyed soggy microwaved chicken and chips. And if they did they were a complete loon.

You sat snuggled up on the sofa, your food in your lap as Hobie's characteristically empty plate lay on the coffee table next to his propped up feet as the program droned on the television in front of you.

His hand rubbed your arm lazily up and down in a soothing motion as his eyes flicked down to your plate.

"You gon'a finish that, luv?" He hummed softly, kissing the top of your head.

"I..." You sighed down at the plate in your hands.

"'S all right." He mumbled into your hair. "But ya do worry me, baby. How about this... if you finish your food.... hm."

He looked at the ceiling and you could tell that he was faking thinking of something serious.

You knew it especially when he gave you a cocky smirk.

"If you finish your food, I'll do that thing you really like, for you, eh?"

"Hobie!" You snort, rolling your eyes at him.

"Oh? Not what you want, hm? How about..." He tapped his chin with his free hand, once again making a grand gesture of "deep" thought.

"Fine fine... how about we go to that li'le art museum you've been goin' on about?"

Your eyes light up and you look at him.

"Really?"

"Yep! Really. But only if you finish your food." He put a finger under your chin and kissed your nose.

"And eat breakfast tomorrow."

"Deal!"

Hobie smiled to himself as you tore into your food with motivation.

Being Spider-Man didn't always mean fighting the oppressive regime they were stuck with. It wasn't always about thwarting criminals in the streets.

Sometimes it was about coming home and making sure his girlfriend had enough to eat.

And that was plenty for him.

[hootbon]

Since I saw someone else talking about their fucked up ideas, I am too lol because I suddenly remebered them. But, pretty much just how my lore making brain decides to look at characters.

Kinger: He’s a king chess piece, obviously. He didn’t have to work for that position, unlike the queen, no chess piece can ever become the king, but a pawn can prove itself and become a queen, in a way. Kinger is now forced to be a lowly magician, because he never had to work for anything on his way up. Cracks from pressure, knowing he didn’t do anything, and now has to make up for it, whist his queen, the one who worked to gain that role, is no longer around

Ragatha: A rag doll, something that is quite literally a toy, old, not many people would chose that sort of doll over the newer kinds. Tossed around, ripped, lost, decapitated— so what? It’s a doll. If the doll breaks, you can just sew her back together again. If she does something wrong, you can watch her unravel in front of your eyes until you decide to stitch her back together again, though no one really cares for fixing her. She can be replaced easily, and so easily broken, used and abused by people endlessly, that’s what she’s made for. If she gets too chatty, you can just take out your thread and needle to shut her up

Pomni: A ballerina, she looks quite beautiful when she dances, she is a living ‘doll’, a puppet. A puppet by the strings, not much she can do, but be there helplessly as the ringmaster tugs them. A puppet, also a doll, are just used by someone else’s hand, she has no control over what they might make her do in the circus, and she never will.

Gangle and Aingle: The two sisters, ‘twins’ even if one of them doesn’t actually exist. A false persona, a forever toxic relationship, in a way. Bound to someone who looks like you, is always around you, but acts nothing like you do, wants to be the opposite of you, in a way. With all that ribbon, Caine could really tie the loose ends of the circus, like the abstraction issue for example…

Zooble: Quite handy with a thread and needle if they do say so themselves. Almost like the druggie of the whole group, they let intrusive thoughts kick in one day and than… they could never have enough. Dysphoric, their body never looked normal anyways in the first place, so it didn’t matter if they took parts of those now gone and tried to use them to fill the void of their own ever ending spiral of lack of self-esteem, right? They never liked the person in the mirror, so they change it every day, it only feels normal to be scavenging the halls after hair raising screams of pain can be heard in the hallway, sewing parts together to make something they enjoyed. A bad habit? Of course not, they never see it that way, they are simply making use of what others never appreciated, and now aren’t around to appreciate

Jax: The fluffy murder set bunny, we all love him. His silly little pranks go from sudden silly string ambushes, to agonizingly terrible ways for any mortal being to die— good thing you can’t! Caine would never let you. He’s just a bunny, a sweet little guy who wants nothing else but to put a smile on your face— well, that’s a lie, all he wants now is to satisfy his needs, and out a smile on his face. What is he thinking? You’ll probably never know, ever since Kaufmo disappeared for a few hours and came back, starting to act differently from normal, Jax acts like it’s the end of the world. Silly Jax, it’s just all fun and games! Kaufmo needed some help, so Caine got our friendly twins to help tie up those loose ends!

…Basically random shit, character design analogies and random ominous comments I thought of on the spot for these guys

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[everydayyoulovemeless]

Was It Worth It? ↠ Hancock x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.8k ➼ Warnings » Possible Spoilers for the Ending, Angst, Vomit ➼ Summary » Hancock comforts Sole after they blow up the Institute.

With your shoulders slumped and arms hanging limp, you mindlessly walked through the excited crowd that had formed in Sanctuary. Everyone had come to celebrate after the destruction of the Institue and it was hard not to see why. Their biggest threat had been taken out in the span of a few hours—this was huge, especially for the people involved with making it happen. Of course, people would celebrate. You just wished they didn't have to do it right outside your house.

People clapped and shouted your name as you passed, some even giving you firm pats on the back and their thanks. You weakly smiled at it all, only wanting to shut your door and leave them all behind. Wanting to go back to the house you've seen so many times before. The house you had lived in before the war. The one that you planned on raising Shaun in. The house that had now since been overgrown by the surrounding shrubs. The house that you were looking at right now.

Hancock watched as you slipped away into your house, too high on Mentats to really put the pieces together and realize you weren't acting like yourself. But when Cait challenged him to a drinking game, he's quick to go find you. He needs a partner and who better than the person of the hour?

He didn't know what he'd walk in on when he stumbled down your ruined hall, but seeing you curled up on the floor wasn't it. For a minute he didn't even think you were real, certain that he must've been hallucinating, but as your tears continued streaming down your face he decided he needed to comfort you. Real or not, he wanted to be there for you.

"Hey, hey," He soothed, sitting beside you on the floor, "What's going on?"

You stared at him with blurry, tear-filled vision before sobbing into what was supposed to be Shaun's first stuffed animal.

You tried. You tried so hard to make everything work out—to not kill your son. But every attempt you made at peace and understanding was swatted away. The last thing you had, ripped away from you in the span of those last couple of hours. As a parent, you prayed you'd never have to see him laying on his death bed but not only did you witness it, you were the one who caused it. You doubted you'd ever be able to bounce back from something like this—you weren't even sure if you deserved to.

You felt Hancock's arms wrap gently around your shoulders, pulling you to lean on him as you wept. "Just let it out."

And you did. You cried until you threw up. Vomiting out the window of the old bedroom as your cries of guilt were drowned out by the party happening around you. You lay limp on the window sill for a moment, Hancock's hand rubbing small circles on your back as your insides ached.

Watching everyone celebrate hurt. It broke you way more than you could've ever imagined. And as you stood away from the window, peering back at Shaun's room, still intact from when you left it, you questioned where you had gone wrong. How did everything go so south?

"What you've been through," He began, wiping the corners of your mouth with a rag he had gone to go grab from the kitchen, "isn't something that's easy to come to terms with." You stared at him silently, eyes still flooded with regret. "But look at how many people you've saved—think of everything that's now possible for not only them but yourself as well. There's nothing setting anyone back anymore, you've made us free from that constant state of paranoia."

"Was it worth it, though? Maybe if I gave myself a bit more time, I'd still be able to have a relationship with him—maybe it could've ended peacefully."

"This was peaceful, sunshine. You're sacrifice made peace."

"It's hard to believe that it's that simple." You started to choke up again as your gaze met the Institute flag you had hung on one of the walls to hopefully convince your son to come to live with you—to really meet with everyone you've encountered, however, he didn't like the thought of being in a place so unclean.

"We'll all be here to help you through this." He spoke, wrapping his arms around you once again and holding you against him.

"Thank you." You whispered, over and over again, till he kissed the top of your head and you started feeling dizzy—dizzy from your lack of water and all the energy you spent mourning. He picked you up when he felt your body start to weaken, carrying you over to your bed and laying you down across the mattress. You passed out quickly as he threw a blanket over you, kissing your forehead once again before stumbling his way back out to call the celebration off and allow you to rest.

[bullet-prooflove]

Downer on the prompt list? Hellz yeah!

I’m always ready for a war again

It’s late when Downer turns up on Marcus’s doorstep. Marcus half expects it. He turned up at the other man’s house tonight, asked you not to marry Downer, to run away with him instead. The thing about you? You’re honest to a fault, it’s one of the reasons he fell in love with you. There was no doubt in his mind that when he left that house that you would tell Downer exactly what happened.

When Downer shoves Marcus, El Padrino lets him have it. Afterall he’s in the wrong here, he stepped into another man’s territory, tried to take his girl. He deserves the other man’s wrath, his anger. He knows what it’s like to be loved by you, how it feels like seeing the sun rise everytime you smile. He also knows what it’s like to lose you, to feel a hole in the centre of your chest that you just can’t seem to fill.

“You came into my home.” Downer snarls, jabbing his finger into the other man’s chest. “Tried to convince her to come back to you.”

“I did.” Marcus says as he turns his attention to the decanter of whisky on the sideboard. He pours himself a drink before turning to face Downer. “It doesn’t matter she chose you.”

“It matters.” Downer snaps at him. “Because you’re still the same self-centred asshole that you were back then.”

Marcus laughs and it’s a bitter sound that resonates through the room because he doesn’t deem what he did back then as selfish. He was saving you; he tells himself. You could have been hurt, killed.

“When the Niners put a hit out on me, she was fair game.” Marcus informs the other man. “I was protecting her…”

“No, you were protecting yourself.” Downer retaliates, his eyes blazing. “When they put the hit out you realised that she was a weakness. You could have told her the truth, you could have told her anything but instead you picked the things you knew would hurt her, that would drive her away. Do you know what you did to her?”

Marcus looks away because there’s some truth in those words. You were a weakness, another button for his enemies to push, a way to gain leverage over him. He’s spent months telling himself he was saving you, but truly he was only saving himself.

“You destroyed her.” Downer spits, his voice ragged and harsh. “She couldn’t trust after that, couldn’t engage with people because all she saw was pain.”

“But you fixed that right?” Marcus retorts, draining the rest of his glass. “By taking her to bed, by fucking her.”

“No, that’s not what happened.” Downer says, his tone softening. “I just reminded her how loved she was. You took that from her Marcus, you made her feel like she wasn’t worthy of anybody else, and I will never forgive you for that.”

That’s the heart of the matter, the real reason that Downer’s angry. Not because El Padrino turned up on his doorstep or he asked you not to marry him. It’s the fact he made you feel worthless, that he decimated your self confidence and then he had the audacity to try and claw his way back into your life as if it was nothing.

“You fucked up.” Downer says quietly as he opens the door to let himself out. “And that’s on you.”

@librarian1002 @thanossexual @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @msjava1972 @fleureeee @kmc1989

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Any thoughts you’d like to share on the other origins characters? Anything you like about them :)

Again, haven't played the game so these are my general thoughts based on a few romance compilations, YouTube Shorts, and memes. If anybody would like to rectify this, please Venmo me $500 so I can buy a PS5.

Shadowheart

Admittedly don't know that much about her other than the emos love her and she follows a goddess of loss. Looks like her arc is all about questioning institutions and her god, which I think is very sexy of her. If anybody has a quest line compilation video to recommend so I can see her whole story, please send it my way.

Lae'zel

The other origin character I admittedly don't know that much about. Still love an arc about questioning the system she was raised in and her god. Again, very sexy of her. Fish out of water stories are some of my favorites. Pair that with a hardened character learning to enjoy the gentler things in the world, and you've got yourself a banger. I should really look up her quest line at some point to get a full view of it.

Karlach

Best girl. Strong muscles, soft heart. I want her to be my best friend IRL. She deserves better and if there is any way to get a better ending that allows her to stay in Faerun, the studio needs to get on that ASAP. In the meantime, I'm going to stay in the part of the internet that says she's fine don't worry about it. I'm hugging her and there is nothing you can do about it.

Wyll

Sweet boy. A perfect boy who did nothing wrong ever. Yeah, yeah, sold his soul to a devil, but he had a good reason. Plus, he was seventeen. Nobody should let a seventeen year old make any decisions ever. I do need to find a good romance compilation. He needs more love. His friendship with Karlach is everything to me.

Gale

People really need to stop complaining about this man. I see too many being ragging on about how he's not over his ex and keeps bringing her up. "With you I forget my goddess?" That isn't him saying with you he forgets his ex, he's saying with you he forgets his god. How are we all not collectively swooning? And he's a nerd who will info dump about his passions? Sign me the fuck up. His comfy pjs and burnt out gifted kid swagger has bewitched me body and soul.

Astarion

Guys, you've seen my blog. I'm obsessed with him.

The moment I saw this asshole pop up on my dash, I knew I was going to love him. He was the reason I decided to finally look up a romance compilation once I realized my computer was too old to let me run the game. He's my type to the point of parody. Literally anybody who knows me, knows this guy would end up being my favorite.

His arc is about bodily autonomy and trauma. He's allowed to not be the perfect victim. He's angry and violent. He's selfish and terrified. And he is, sadly, one of the few characters who, as part of his arc, realizes he can say no to sex and he can be loved without it.

My point is, it should be no surprise to anybody that the ace community loves this man, and anybody complaining about it should shut up.

If you want to write your sexy Astarion fanfic, there is nothing stopping you. More power to you. I've seen the graveyard scene too. I recognize that regaining his autonomy and being able to have sex with somebody he cares about is part of the healing process.

At the same time, if writers want to interpret his arc is him realizing he never wants to have sex again, and that being okay; let them. We need this. There are so few characters like him out there.

At some point I do want to write an hour long video essay about his arc and how it's resonated with the ace community specifically.

Anyway, those are my general thoughts. I feel like I just swung a bat at a hornet's nest with that last bit, but what's life without a little danger?

[richmonds-disaster-bi]

I just know that when the press gets wind of Charlie, everyone will speculate about him being Jaime's kid and a whole bunch of people saying mean and hurtful things about Jaime's competence as a parent. What they don't count on is not only Roy going angry protective, but Ted, Beard, Rebecca, and every single Greyhound coming to Jaime's defense, even Will chiming in about how good he is to Charlie. Jaime is super touched, and when Charlie makes his debut at a game, safe in the arms of Roy or Ted, Jaime and the lads all give him a kiss before they step onto the pitch, instantly making him a media darling. People start to see for themselves how good a parent Jaime is, how fiercely protective he can be, and that he was put in a terrible position by his and Charlie's deadbeat dad and rose to the occasion that would have sent many running. People start to respect the new and grown up Jaime Tartt.

YES

Once the press get wind of Charlie, they assume Jamie is the biological father and that it' a result of a scandulous one night stand. The press, especially the gossip rags, run a lot of stories about Jamie being a play boy and not being good fathe material, questioning why anyone would give him primary custody and predicting that it might be a disaster

Jamie, while it hurts, doesn't really pay it much attention and turns his focus to where it belongs: Charlie. That's his priority. Nothing matters more than Charlie, Roy and the team, and Jamie has matured enough to ignore the gossip in the media.

Roy, on the other hand, is furious because no one sees Jamie for what he is outside of those who personally know him and it makes his blood boil. For once, Roy goes to go to Rebecca to ask for a presser but when he gets there he finds the Diamond Dogs already there with Rebecca and they're discussing how to combat this and show everyone how amazing Jamie is with Charlies and debating the best ways to do that which makes Roy pause because fuck Jamie is loved and it makes Roy feel things

No one tells Jamie the plan, until he gets the notification that the team has released an offical statement and video. In the video, it's just different members of the team and Higgins, Rebecca, Will and Keeley all talking about how great of a man and father figure Jamie is. He's even more touched to see Roy actually opening up a bit and telling some personal stories (and then calling the media 'fucking blind idiots living in an asshole they can't escape')

People are still a bit wary because this is Jamie Tartt. The man who left football to go fuck around an island, but they're proven wrong when they see him with Charlie and see snippets of his life from team posting things with Jamie's permission

Charlie making his offical match debut when he's over six months old. Roy has him strapped to him at the enterance to the tunnel and as everyone comes out, they stop to give Charlie little high fives and pull funny faces at him and get little pats from a giggling Charlie and good luck kisses until Jamie is last and Charlie just lights up (and Roy does too but no one will mention it).

It makes people see just how much Jamie has grown

[whattimeisitfic]

3, 16, 29, 30, 32

Ask game answers. I’ll put a below the cut thing because I don’t want to force anyone to read or scroll past my blocks of texts of they’re just scrolling for fun pictures in any of the tags. However if you ARE interested in Lucifer-centric angst fics PLEASE consider giving my Ao3 fanfiction “What Time Is It?” a shot! _______________________

3 - Tell me about one of your fics you think is underrated/underappreciated.

Okay, not a Hazbin Hotel or Luci fic (go figure I’ve only posted two and both are pretty well liked) but a Voltron one (again, go figure, the onky other thing I have publish. At least on Ao3). It’s one of the one-shots I have in my collection fic (probably why it’s under-appreciated). It’s called “Notice Me” and I won’t go into too much detail b/c this is definitely NOT the fanbase for it, but basically it’s just some yummy angst, pining, and just Lance feeling like shit after months of being ragged on. With a delicious little panic attack that I had lots of fun writing (there’s nothing wrong with me I swear—)

16 - Is there a type of fic you would never write?

Hmmm… that’s a good question. Definitely nothing that’s like… the really taboo shit like incest or non-LGBTQ related M!preg (sorry y’all I am NOT on the Lucifer birthed Charlie train). Also will probably not, as of right now, ever write a Lucifer ship fic with any canon characters (expect MAYBE Lilith, but even then it won’t be the focus). It’s just… NONE of his ships appeal to me (maybe b/c I just want him so bad but I didn’t say that). And obviously angst is where I live so I probably wouldn’t write anything super smutty. I’ll read it any day of the week, but I’ll stay in my little bubble of giving Lucifer a million mental breakdowns tyvm!

29 - What's your most popular fic?

Gee. I wonder:

30 - What do you struggle with most when writing?

Hmmm… this is a good question. I think there are a couple main things.

One, trying to fulfill the wishes of my ducklings while also not taking forever w/ certain plotlines. Obviously I’m not gonna please everyone all the time, but I try to include requests pretty soon after I read them if I don’t have a specific plan for them to show up in the future (B/c otherwise I WILL forget).

Two, sometimes motivation is a real bitch man. I’ll have all these ideas floating around, then open my fic and realize I can do ANY of that yet because I’ve gotta finish writing this specific part that I’m stuck on how to make it flow right. Also this is gonna sound weird but sometimes I think I straight up zone out while writing. Like if I’m bored, I’ll write and convince myself that everything I just put on the page was trash B/c I didn’t absorb any of it.

Three, proof-reading. I love it and hate it. I need to do it B/c if you’d SEEN some of the whack ass typos I’ve made you’d been pointing, laughing, stomping me into the dirt. But it also takes so much time. It’s much better in the tummy angsty chapters where I’m genuinely excited to read through it again. I’m always so worried about my lacing in certain scenes, whether it’s too fast, too slow, etc. Though, I have noticed, I am a LOT easier on myself when I proof-read in the morning or afternoon as opposed to at night. Which is a little strange but whatever.

32 - What's a fic you'd love to write, but probably never will?

Oooo… there are a LOT of like… ‘head fanfictions’ that have been kicking around up here for YEARS that I know I’ll never get around to B/c like… ugh. Here are a few that are Lucifer/Hazbin Hotel based:

Cast of HH reacts to the show fic. Okay, call me cringe but I actually eat those types of fics up and there is NONE out there. I just want people to react to how BAD Lucifer’s living and mental situation is right now and coddle him, is that so bad? But I know I never will because those kinds of fics take SO! MUCH! WORK!

When I’m not thinking of this fic, there’s this other general concept that gets rolled around with Lucifer basically like… sacrificing himself for both Heaven and Hell in front of like… everyone. He lives in the end b/c like they all cliché stand in a circle and sing and their ‘good’ energy comes together to help him. But like it basically gets heaven and everyone to see him in a new light and realize just how much he ISN’T the monster he’s been pained to be. And what rlly hurts is me imagining his ‘last words’ to be something like: “I didn’t fuck it up this time.” Because. You know. Angst.

OOOO and one where like… it’s set somewhere in the future where Heaven is actually being nice and giving the Hazbin Hotel a chance. Multiple sinners have been redeemed at this point and the angels are down in hell having like a celebration at how far things have come. Lucifer feels both jealous that HE will never get that chance, and just absolutely hates himself because like ALL THESE SINNERS got the chance to go back, but he’s too horrible of a person to be able to have that forgiveness. Lots of feels that I actually DON’T wanna say too much about B/c after WTiI is finished I may want to try and make this happen. I’m only putting it under THIS ask because… u know… I have no clue where my headspace will be if/when WTiI does reach its final chapter. ________________

Thank you for sending in the asks! These were so fun to respond to!

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

📻📻📻 going to be greedy and ask for one from each - Celia, Elena and Georgie

aww tyy Dujour!! Georgies under the cut bc i got self indulgent with how much of the lyrics i transcribed for the second

Elena: Dog Days Are Over by Florence + The Machine

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father / Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers / Leave all your love and your longing behind / You can't carry it with you if you want to survive

this holds the honor of making me think of Elena every time i listen to it<3 its the song to me about her feeling just before leaving, the happiness chasing her being her chance to get out, and the horses being Passione, with their group being the 'dogs' and the horses replacing them. also just oughhhh the lines above... she spent her childhood running from love to survive but now she has to really leave her friends behind- for the financial security of her family, her mother father sisters and brothers. its her song and oughhhh Elena 😭😭

Celia: Mindless Violence by The Partisans

Fight fight fight your so hard/ Dr martin boot your ace card/ kick kick kick looks so good/ whos that lying in a pool of blood/ its mindless violence all you need/ cause when it comes to make me bleed/ really see whats wrong with you/ what your doing is nothing new/ what makes you think that your so great/ when it comes to deciding people fate/ when in a gang is always right/ has gotta fight and have some fun

[sorry for the long lyrics but its hard to decipher from the song and i think all are relevant to celia]

this is Celia's stands name before Human Algebra, and it fits who she is at that point better, angry and violent and very mindless in her violence- where later she becomes very calculated. the song is also an excellent criticism of who she is/becomes, someone who decides peoples fate with violence when she shouldn't [and shes not doing anything new, its the same old violence]

Georgie: Winter Mist by The Firepit Collective

among the silent hills/ a ragged army of free arty folks/ stand against you armed with what is true/ your power is obsolete/ no more of you will come through

this speaks to the very end of the game to me, especially with the framing of free people vs machines, but also anything involving the Free Crusaders, [a ragged army of free arty folks] as well as one of the songs Georgie would 100% sing to give inspiration- if he could- and the second half is his anger at the cultists and those who betray freedom and hurt the wild and nature.

i imagine most of his body going eerily still while playing this, his eyes, not just glowing but seemingly aflame, as something almost other speaking through him, vibrating his entire body with the righteous fury of so many

[mercurialmalcontent]

I am SO glad that I've mostly weaned myself off of the 'people-pleasing wet rag' type of character for my first playthrough of an RPG because it's made those first playthroughs so much more memorable. I barely remember my first DAI character because she didn't have a personality beyond 'largely inoffensive', and while I had fun it was something like 60 hours of my life that could have been a lot more enjoyable.

My first Veilguard playthrough, however, is going to stick with me a long time. Playing as Mimir meant making choices that valued the greater good as he (I) knew it at the time while setting aside personal feelings, which meant living with harsh results and having to ask, was this really worth it?

(Spoilers for the whole game behind the cut)

The first big one that comes to mind is the choice to personally defend either Minrathous or Treviso. He'd had a growing interest in Lucanis, who is very much his type, and it broke his heart to have Lucanis plead with him to save Treviso but feeling like he had to prioritize the Venatori as a growing threat.

But then he had to see Treviso turned into a blight-filled horror, Lucanis wanted nothing to do with him, and the Venatori weren't slowed down even a little bit. I had to think a lot about how that would inform his future choices, and decided it made him more impatient with stonewalling, but more willing to consider closer, more personal factors.

Treviso hardened him in some ways while softening him in others. It made him have no patience with the First Warden, which was bitter and sad when he and Davrin found the man in the Deep Roads and what little sense he had left him at the sight of Mimir. It made him feel more able to open his heart to Harding and willing to be a little selfish to keep her at his side, which may have kept (did keep) her alive (and he'll always be haunted by the 'what if', as much as he is by Davrin and Assan's deaths). He was so protective of Taash that he said harsh things to their mother that he'll never be able to take back.

Without all of this, he would have tricked Solas into taking the wrong dagger, but with that softening of his heart he was willing to consider Embriel's plea to find another way. But what if? What if Lace had died? (He would have thrown the full force of his anger and grief onto Solas, forcing Solas into the Fade still screaming he's a god, is what.)

And other things, little things, like advising Taash to embrace both of their cultures as he did his as both an elf and a Nevarran. Feeling immense grief at Manfred's sacrifice, but still advising his beloved friend to follow his greatest dream because he knows what an honor it is and he can think of no one better to watch over the Necropolis and the Fade for eternity (but how would he have felt about his peace with Manfred's death if Lace had died? Could he find that peace for her if he can hardly find that peace for Varric? That's a hypocrisy that will weigh on him for a long time).

If I'd had that milquetoast first playthrough, I wouldn't be getting the enjoyment of chewing away at this, I'd have to delay it to the next playthrough, the fun playthrough. Worst of all, the see-all-sides-make-no-strong-statements style of playing would have robbed me of the impact of Mimir absolutely ripping the absent Solas a new one:

(The British male VA killed it with the angry choices in these scenes.)

[mwolf0epsilon]

💗💧☁️🔥🖍️🎭🌌 epsilon the among us

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticeable? what changes when they're in love?

Tangy. It's Tangy. They are partners for a reason! (Heck they adopted a kid together!)

Epsilon in love is... A very curious thing indeed. It's like that deep-seethed desire to be wanted is not as pressing anymore. Like for once his appetite is actually sated...

For what it's worth, the parasite also seems to like Tangy.

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

He gets phantom pains sometimes. That's to be expected after a traumatic amputation. What he doesn't understand is why the feeling of his missing limb contorting itself into something else seems so vividly real...

Or why he gets so many nightmares about losing his first crew where he sees himself doing terrible things to them. He would never kill anyone! Would he...?

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

He adopted Golf to help overcome the trauma of losing his arm and crew. It's kind of funny seeing this very big man walking around with a pony sized alien dog under his arm like the big beast weighs nothing!

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

Epsilon Is over-critical of himself and tends to care too much about what others think of him, which leads him to run himself ragged trying to be a people-pleaser.

The thing is, Epsilon desperately wants to be liked.

And while there's nothing wrong with this per say, his desire for companionship and attention from friends tends to be a little on the excessive side. He's constantly craving it. And when he doesn't get it he tends to stress-eat to cope.

There's a reason why people can so easily take advantage of him, and it's this right here. He wants so badly to come off as friendly, reliable and likeable that he basically gives into the whims of others just chasing after a very brief feeling of empty fulfillness.

🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

Stop trying to make the entire world your friend. That's not an achievable or healthy goal. Not everyone will like you.

Stick to those who've proven themselves worthy of your loyalty and kindness. Also maybe seek medical attention.

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

Yes but it's not really intentional on his part...

Epsilon is overall a pretty decent guy in terms of socializing. He's polite, soft-spoken, respectful of other's wants and feelings, and he genuinely gets invested in making friends with them. He tends to come off as a bit gullible tho, and sometimes people take advantage of that, or write him off as a big weirdo/bother.

Unfortunately, due to his condition, the way people treat Epsilon tends to affect how the parasite treats them in return...

Anyone who's proven to be of some use to his well-being like Tangy (who Epsilon is very attached to), or even just people who provide him with basic decency, get a free pass because they provide endorphins which the parasite also benefits from.

But anyone who's confrontational, rude or downright condescending towards him tend to be targeted as a potential meal, since they're causing him needless stress that harms both him and the parasite.

Which means Epsilon's behavior goes from the polite idle chatter, occasional silly joke, and offerings of snacks, to a very eerie silent indifference that feels incredibly out of character for him. Epsilon is not in the habit of being quiet... And while it's easy to write it off as him just giving up on trying to be nice to a jerk, in reality that's an indicator that he's not the one currently steering the car, so to speak...

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

The main inspirations were John Carpenter's The Thing, Carrion game, and overall just my love of body horror, body-snatching horrors and unwilling/unaware transformations.

I wanted Epsilon to be horrific in concept (he's a big beefy dude that got taken over by a parasite with an insatiable appetite for flesh), but at the same time I wanted him to subvert the trope and actually be a pretty decent and upstanding friend.

He really means well and wants to look out for the team. He just can't help what his condition makes him do!

[magical-girl-brainrot]

Sunday and her fellows had too flee from their home. attacked by the forces of evil.

while Saturday stayed with the royal sisters and their entourage as they fled onto Earth. while Friday went to recruit a group of earth teens to be heroes against the forces of evil. while her brother Monday vanished and Wednesday went to work with the forces of evil...

here Sunday was with a rag tag team of people she thought were human. but oh boy was she wrong.

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the story follows a mentor mascot named Sunday as she deals with the fact that the magical girls she hired aren't actually human.

concept largely based on the many times pretty cure has had non human teammates over the years

members include!

Sunday herself, the mentor mascot and de facto leader. she comes from an Otherworld that was home to a good kingdom before having to run to the human world. she kinda has a big ego problem. but she does actually care. she's like, a teenager, give her a break.

Helen, a rather stoic robot girl. she doesn't need magical girl powers to kick utter ass. built as more or less a weapon from the get go. she is going through the effort of trying to understand matters of the heart.

Dotty, a lovable and excitable teddy bear brought to life by the power of love (for love makes you real after all!). able to assume a human form for a little while at time. while maybe not always the brightest, she works hard to be a good support for those around her.

Thistle, a young fairy from the Green court. a known trickster, she enjoy roping others into games and prank. although sometimes she pushes her love of tricks too far. and isn't all that knowledgeable about mortal limits.

Lila, an alien that crashed onto earth a few years before the events of the story. has largely been getting by under the radar while trying and failing to repair her ship with what earth has to offer. struggles with earth mundanity and the supernatural.

Trivia, a cat familiar who after stealing her former master's magic for herself, is able to transform into a human (or at least, human enough). tends to be rather solitary and is not above doing some less then squeaky clean things to get a job done.

Sirona, a mermaid with a rather headstrong personality. proud and often times selfish. but you can't deny that her unshakeable confidence is charming. and she has a knack for bringing out other's confidence in themselves.

Olive, a dog who stole a transformation trinket which resulted in her getting human intelligence and being able to turn into one. even while human looking you can tell that yes, this is in fact a dog. a sweet, but utterly stupid dog.

Arke, a divine aspect sent down to the mortal world. something akin to the angels of myth, although nothing like the angels in play in the world. quiet and contemplative. she tends to take on being a watcher on matters then an active player.

[ajstudio]

Abridgecard finds Cocaine Bear.

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Alucard is getting the hang of the changes in society after rematerializing back into existence. While paying a visit to the Goodwill store Abridged Alucard finds a unique little gem.

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Abridgecard: Why are we here? There's a Michael's on the other side of this place.

Persephone: They are closed due to inventory. While it breaks my heart that one of my favorite stores is closed I would be passing up an opportunity to repurpose some old goodwill rags into some real gems. There's nothing better than getting some good fabric for a steal!

Abridgecard: What about Hobby Lobby? Don't they sell fabrics? Or did they stop while I was gone?

Persephone: Oh, no. They still sell fabrics. I'm just checking here first before I go there since I know I'll be there longer.

Abridgecard: Ah!

Persephone: My cousin's art teacher found this expensive blouse for $5. I found some workout pants from Glein Clein for $6 a pair when they'd be worth $50 if I bought them online. And when I am not looking for clothes to wear I find clothes made of good material I can use to make purses, shirts, and pants. I even made my prom dress out of clothes from the Goodwill store in my area.

Abridgecard: *reacts to some of the items at the store as he makes his way to the section with the VHS, DVDs, Blu-rays, and videogame *Can-can girl teapot, Pig Cleaning Lady Cookie Jar, The Muppets plush dolls, Pacman arcade game, pictures, Sophia (Golden Girls) Bust Bank, a hippo Bhuda statue doing yoga, grinning mugs, and a duck wearing a pope hat*

Abridgecard: Oh, Vampire Knight. Of course, they would be in a Goodwill store because no one wants to keep those books any more than their Twilight novels. OH, WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! It's Twilight! Let's see. We have one. Two. Three copies of Twilight. Four Eclipses. Two Breaking Dawns. And one New Moon. Any me novels? Hey, it's the untitled goose game for the Switch. *Turns around to find a Pacman arcade game* Oh, that's so cool- Aw, it's not working!

Old Lady: The Pacman Game? I wanted it for my laundry mat to entertain my customers but the people that work here say it's not working.

Abridgecard: Wait! Wait! Wait a minute! Why donate it if it's not working?

Old Lady: Decoration, maybe? Someone might want it for their man cave. Or gamer cave. I don't know what gamers call their gaming room these days.

Abridgecard: Huh? What's this? *looks at the case and reads the title* Cocaine Bear? *snickers* Are you fucking real!? Is it about a bear doing drugs? *reads the back* 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Oh, fuck! This shit sounds hilarious! Oh, shit! I left my wallet at home! *spots Persephone at the checkout counter*

Goodwill Employee: Would you like to make a donation to St. Jude's Children's Hospital?

Persephone: Yes, please.

Goodwill Employee: Oh, you have three DVDs. Is there another one you'd like? It's buy three get one free.

Abridgecard: *slaps the DVD on the counter* I will have this one!

Persephone: 🤭😂😂🤭 (He timed that perfectly.)

Abridgecard: Please do this for me. I left my wallet at home.

Persephone: What did you pick? *looks at the cover* Oh, my goodness!

Abridgecard: *bends over to whisper in her ear* We are watching this tonight.

Persephone: Did you check to see if the disc is *opens the case* Oh! The disc is inside case.

Abridgecard: Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?

Persephone: Sometimes people will donate the case without double-checking if the disc is inside. I learned this the hard way with a Celine Dion album that was missing the CD.

Goodwill Employer: That happens a lot here.

Persephone: Or the case might have the wrong item inside. I bought a copy of a game my friend lost only to find out last minute the case contained a completely different disc inside.

Abridgecard: What was the game?

Persephone: I wanted to get Warriors Orochi for the PS2 for my cousin. But the case contained a Dora game for the Wii.

Abridgecard and Goodwill Employer: Ooooooo!

Goodwill Employer: It wasn't even for the right console!

Abridgecard: You know what. I think some kid might swapped the game out of the case with his sister's and taken off with it.

Goodwill Employer: Oh, that's probably what happened.

Abridgecard: Also, why don't you just double-check the cases before putting them on the shelves?

Goodwill Employer: I don't know, but I guess I could make a habit of it starting now. I'll check once someone takes over my shift.

Abridgecard : Hey, here's an idea. Why don't you just take all the mismatched games and movies, hand them out on April Fools Day, and tell everyone there're mystery boxes?

Persephone: Or you could just sell the cases themselves and sell the games and DVDs separately? But what you could put them in if they don't have a case?

Old Lady: Would you hurry it up? I've been waiting here for fifteen minutes already!

Persephone: Oh, I'm sorry! I'll be done right this instant. *hands over Cocaine Bear to the Goodwill Man* I'll be taking this.

Abridgecard: I also want this. *sets down the pope duck*

Persephone: Oh, it's cute! Did you name him yet? *hands the duck to the cashier and then realizes Alucard could've just warped back home to get his wallet*

As Alucard and Persephone leave the checkout counter, Alucard notices an old woman handing the cashier a DVD called The Diary of an Angry Black Woman with an old black African woman on the cover.

Abridgecard: The Diary of an Angry Black Woman? I wonder who passed off the old lady.

Persephone: Oh, did you see another movie you wanted to watch?

Abridgecard: Nah! Just looking at the stuff the old laundry mat lady bought.

Persephone: You know, I've seen that movie, the sequels, and the plays.

Abridgecard: Really?

Persephone: Oh, yes. My friends and I used to watch them. The first two movies were a big part of our teenage years. They were hilarious, but the scriptwriter Tyler Perry, who also plays Madea the old black woman on the cover, isn't afraid to tackle the touchy issues that an older generation would just try to swipe under the rug.

Abridgecard: Oh!

Persephone: To best describe Madea in a way you would understand, Alucard, if I had to pick a spirit animal for you Madea would be the perfect choice.

Abridgecard: Oh, now I need to see this movie! *pulls out Cocaine Bear* Right after we watch this!

Persephone: Well, the good thing is I already own most of the DVDs. My favorites are Boo 1 & 2, the Christmas Specials, and Madea Goes to Jail.

Abridgecard: Well, I guess it was bound to happen.

Persephone: I just want to give you a heads-up about the Madea movies. Despite what the trailers and covers may imply, the movies also focus on a family member of Madea's or someone she'll meet later on and the challenges they face. Madea can be a bit of a troublemaker and probably should have been locked up a long time ago. But just like a good family elder, she offers guidance when they need it. She's kinda like you.

Abridgecard: Are you saying I should be in jail?

Persephone: I wasn't trying to imply that. But realistically, the inmates wouldn't be safe with you. You would probably be put in solitary confinement.

Abridgecard: That's not nice.

Persephone: I'd come visit you.

Abridgecard: But would you break me out?

Persephone: No.

Abridgecard: Ow!

Persephone: But I could afford it I'd bail you out and I'd visit you until I could.

Abridgecard: And with that, you're forgiven.

Persephone and Alucard spent two hours indulging in their leisure activities. Persephone spent her time examining fabrics and restocking her art supplies, while Alucard followed her around with two garden gnomes. They then had a double movie night where they watched Cocaine Bear and Madea Goes to Jail. While watching the movies, Alucard was reminded of his past experiences of hijacking lifting cranes while performing his crazy antics.

[luminenwalker]

[14-1-2024]

Between the yellow paint and blood- all you can see is the blood. Your mistake was costly, and can't be repeated. Another day of living in Cinci, right? Right. Doesn't make it any better. //RRH

Glass hits you. You're caught in a crossfire, and all hell is breaking loose around you. Nearly deaf, simply confused. How quick can you move? You feel heat pumping from your chest. //RRH

Your whole life is a calculated risk. Good days feel like that. Just a deal, but everything if you pull it off. Another day, another week, another month. Just keep working. //RRH

Buried treasure? No, you want to think that. But, it's just another dead drop. Some cash, a few thums, and a spike. SensPerience. Could be game changing but it's doubtful. //RRH

Your eyes lose focus, and you force yourself to blink. Keep putting one foot in front of another, just figuring out where you're going and if you have a reason to even go there. //RRH

Your heart is beating, and somehow that's all that matters right now. They're fast, but you're more limber. You turn down an alley, and then another, and keep going until they're gone. //RRH

Something's wrong. Your ports are still itchy. The diagnostic is red, and the spike ports are... Is this the shakes, or the treatment last month, or... You need help, and soon. //RRH

You keep plodding along. Just one foot in front of the other towards the city, through its gates. Something bad will happen, but something worse will happen if you keep doing nothing. //RRH

He's ragged. Ragged at best. You listen, and glide your pen over the scrap. All he has are names and numbers. And, they all need to know. Not your job, but someone has to do it. //RRH

Does the name mean anything to you? No. Whoever they were is gone. You try to focus, but they're not in your programming now. You've lost something, but, does that matter? //RRH

Self-styled 'nanite artist' Genetrix Io's latest work is a dismal affair. An implant 'seeding' flowers in the human body? Blossom-matrixed keratin for petaled nails; pistil-patterned tonguebuds for pollened saliva? Trite, grotesque, and kitsch-ridden thriftshop fare. //TruthWave

There's new grub down at Gamble. Steamed streetfood tightly scribbled all over with Chinese calligraphy. Triad thing? Tried to get the lowdown from an Asian head, but it's all hush-hush, some secret lingo or dialect she didn't know. Looks killer though, real eyecandy. //TruthWave

Found a derelict SensPerience parlour once. A Chinese sign that looked like a melting sundae outside, men lying silent like mannequins inside. When I came back, the men were dead. Only one remained. He came to the window and smiled. Golden eyes, mouth red as blood. //TruthWave

Corpo exec went poof at the airport and there's still no buzz on the news. Tale got nixed the moment they sniffed something shady in the footage. All those tunnels down there—it's the goddamn catacombs. One wrong step and you're gone. Swallowed. Total black hole zone. //TruthWave

Individuals experiencing retinal implant-induced hallucinations are advised to refrain from interacting with visual anomalies to prevent the misdirection of retinal nanites onto unintended neural pathways. Cases of people falling into unrousable dreams are escalating. //TruthWave

Our bash got stormed by the pigs and yeah, our bad for not fisting their asses full of dough beforehand, but they nabbed some real weird shit. Drugs and guns chillin', but the houseplants? Every last pot gone. The hell? Anyway, we're hittin' Tower back to save Fernie. //TruthWave

Met a man claiming to live not on food, not on water, but air; a proprietary blend of gases some exclusive clinic deep in the Projects injects into his lungs. Made a bet with a sniper; she's now down 15k and up a brain-splattered, half-chewed burger. Ho hum. //TruthWave

Rip Van Winkle spike ain't a myth—it completely ruined my Ma. She's just a shell cryin' over some ghost life, now. A lifetime lived in a blink. Irony is you don't came back to a future world like the tale. You come back to a world that you no longer have any use for. //TruthWave

Ready to sing like Xara One? Insiders report that Sens star Genetrix Io is spearheading a partnership between CinnTech and SensPerience for her hotly anticipated new Sens series, said to use a revolutionary next-gen Sens spike designed to leave bio-imprinted souvenirs.//TruthWave

Fears of implant sentience gain awareness as anecdotal accounts of pain controller implants 'Pavlovian-conditioning' individuals become widespread. "It's deliberately choosing when to turn the pain tap on or off," one man says. "Subtle, insidious manipulation." //TruthWave