#or just generally being a fucked up person

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Man the world is so fucked up if youre autistic. Just accept that youll continually piss people off and youll never be able to learn the arbitrary stuff that decides which questions are okay and which arent because every person decides randomly on those. Great😭 i guess theres a reason its a disability

hey man I want to be so clear. running this risk of misstepping and fucking up and accidentally hurting someone's feelings or upsetting them isn't something that only happens to autistic people. like, I definitely understand that there are things about being autistic that can make it harder. but allistic people also do not have any perfect means of intuiting other people's boundaries. communication between people is inherently imperfect and messy; it comes free with the being human because none of us can read each other's minds. when I said you need to be willing to approach social interactions with a recognition that you might beef it and need to offer an apology that was absolutely a general "you," not any one person in particular; that's just a skill that literally everyone needs to have to be a social creature.

[blackbirdsblackberries]

I Hate The New Hero!

Pt 9 - Smackdown

Warnings: Physical abuse

You wake up to a painfully bright light. Opening your eyes you notice you're in a hospital.

So, like any poor person who can't afford a trip to the hospital, you panic. You sit up straight and try to ignore the slightly discomfort in your body. A hand rests itself on your shoulder and you jump slightly, your spider sense were muddled up currently due to the cafe incident.

When you turn to see who placed the hand on your shoulder you almost scream.

Duke Thomas. Duke fucking Thomas.

This is officially the worst day of your life. How could it not be?

Duke seems to be saying something but you can't find the motivation to listen, he looks worried. People could say Duke was the kindest, most normal person in the Wayne family but you could see right through him.

Something was wrong with him. He's dangerous. He has to be, why else would your senses go into hyperdrive whenever he's around. Sure, he's the most tolerable out of them all but that doesn't make him instantly better.

-

Duke stops talking once he notices your dazed look. You look scared.

He furrows his brows and removes the hand from your shoulder, he slowly grabs your hand - so gentle he may as well think it was cracked glass.

"Y/N..?" He mutters, cursing himself silently due to how awkward it sounded coming out of his mouth. Your name was rarely uttered in the family, all talks being through messages and when talking in real life it was always 'that girl' or 'Aranea's hater'.

Never Y/N.

Duke had mixed feelings about you. He doesn't know what to think.

If only you'd just speak with Aranea, things would be so much easier. You wouldn't be so tormented. That look in your eyes - apprehension, fear, and something else he can't decipher - makes him pity you, you have opinions, they just happen to be the wrong ones.

Before Duke can speak up once more to try and snap you out of your dazed state the hospital door slams open.

Both your heads whip to the door a disheveled looking Dick Grayson is leaning against, heaving for breath.

It certainly snapped you out of it. Great. Just your luck. What is he even doing here? Gonna dump more water on you? Ruin more of your belongings? Rub in the fact you ended up in hospital?

To your surprise - and, honestly, horror - Dick rushes to your side and looks you over...

As if afraid of losing you..? What? Are you hallucinating?

You manage to hear his mutterings, his breathless whispers. It immediately enrages you.

"Thank fuck you aren't dead... I would feel so guilty.."

He would feel guilty? Him?

What about you. Not everything revolves around him.

You're the one that was 'pranked'.

You're the one that had the allergic reaction.

You're the one who now has to deal with her parent's wrath once they see the hospital bill.

With all the strength you have you swing your legs over the edge of the bed and stand up. None of them reach out to try and stable you when you stumble slightly.

You take a deep breath before glaring at Dick, you hope your hatred can override your exhaustion so you can actually look threatening.

"What are you doing here." You ask, though it wasn't phrased as a question - moreso a demand. You watch as Dick fiddles with something behind his back before sighing and handing it to you.

"I.. I wanted to apologize for the stunt I pulled. It was shitty of me to do. I bought you a new phone to make up for it though!"

You can do nothing but stare down at the phone in it's box. It was one of the expensive ones your parents always talk about wanting. You know for sure that if you arrived home they'd snatch it from you and hand one of their beat up phones in exchange.

So generous.

"Thanks, Dick..."

What else was there to do but sigh and thank him? He seems proud at your gratitude before turning and heading for the door. He stops before leaving and looks over his shoulder.

"No wonder you're a shitty person, you're room is super shitty." With a chuckle he then, finally, leaves. You hunch over in agitation. You are so done with the Wayne family - and you still need to deal with Duke.

Speaking of, his voice finally reaches your ears.

"Y/N..? Sorry for Dick's comments. That was super underhanded." You side eye him while he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly - what is he? an anime protagonist?

"And, uh, about the whole hospital thing, I can pay if need be!" He looks like he's ready to argue with you about it, as if you were going to reject his offer.

And at first you were, before you realized being indebted to the Waynes is infinitely better than being beaten so hard you see Bruce's parent's stupid faces by your dad.

"Okay." Is all you say, shooting him a thumbs up before looking to see if you had your bag - nope! You just gotta hope Sherri or Tia have it.

Duke looks flabbergasted for a minute before composing himself. "R-Right, yeah, sorry, I expected more.. Fight?" You watch as he visibly cringes and you can't help but deadpan.

You're from an impoverish family, one that wouldn't hesitate to hurt you. You are NOT risking anything.

"Hm. Well, you offered. I'm not going to decline such a wonderful and generous offer!" You try to hide your sneer but it seeps through your words no matter how hard you try.

With that you walk out of the room and to the receptionist at the front of the hospital. You explain how Duke is paying and leave.

The only good thing in Gotham is that the Hospitals are so out of line you could claim Bruce Wayne is paying and they'd just put him down.

Obviously no one is bold enough to do so in fear of Bruce noticing.

Walking home seemed quicker than normal, maybe you were just too eager to go home and collapse on your bed.

You quietly open the door to the apartment, it was already getting dark so you had to be careful.

But, once more, this is most definitely not your day.

Both your parents are up, you can hear your mom muttering to your dad about having a visitor. You walk into the kitchen, hungry, tired, and so done with everything you don't care if your parents hurt you.

Your mother shoots a glare to you while your father busies himself with his food - eating like a greedy pig.

"Where have you been?! We had a HIGHLY important guest here for you and you never arrived!" Her shrill voice grates on your ears and you turn to the pantry, hoping there would be something to eat.

"I was busy... School work and stuff.." You mutter, if you told your mom about the hospital visit she'd lose her head and you'd be on the streets in the blink of an eye.

That would mean your begging with Tim would be for nothing - you'd look like a fool for nothing.

"Stop muttering, child! That's not excusable! Now- What's that..?" You're mother cuts herself off once her eyes catch onto the new and expensive-looking box in your hand.

You hesitate before holding it out, she would've taken it from you anyway, best not to put up a fight.

"... Mr Grayson got me a new phone after accidentally breaking mine" You speak up, louder than before. You mom hated when you spoke under your breath, made her feel like she is the only one who can speak in the house.

She yanks it out of your hands and looks over it, your dad also seems to draw his attention to it. His eyes narrowing as he takes in the fancy thing in your mother's hands.

Your mother turns it around in her hands "Hm... You know, you don't need such a nice phone... You're only in high school. I'll take this and you can have my one!" She grins cockily.

Your dad slams his hands on the table and glares at you and your mom.

"Where is my one" he signs angrily. You gulp, you're in serious danger now..

"I.. Dick didn't get a second.. The phone was meant for me is all!" Your words falling out of your mouth like vomit.

To say your dad isn't happy would be an understatement. Your mom, noticing his demeanor, hums and says something about taking a shower as she leaves the kitchen.

Your dad stands up, fists clenched, he walks around the bench and stalks up to you. You take a step back, you can see your hands shaking in front of you as you brace for impact.

One punch across your jaw, a kick to the knee, a pull to your hair that brings you to the floor with a cry.

if it was a criminal and you were Aranea you would fight back, defend yourself. But, this is your dad, you can't bring yourself to fight back - you hate him, god you hate him.

A kick directs itself into your stomach, then your lips, then back down to your ribcage. You swear your gums are bleeding, you feel blood drip from your busted lip.

You do what you usually do when confronted with this situation.

You zone out, pretend you're in a better world, a better life.

Eventually you go unconscious, unaware of when or how. When you wake up you're on the kitchen floor and the morning light casts in your eyes like a lamp that's too bright.

You groan and sit up, blood on your tongue, your clothes, and your skin. You'll need to have a quick shower because school starts in an hour.

~

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[tiddiesoutwhenthetisout]

among other theories, apparently this is *actually* also possibly what he meant. since the color of the sea reflects the sky, i personally think it could either be him trying to aptly set the mood as a bloody sunset for the massacre that's been happening and is about to happen. it could also be plain poetry, which ties into the greeks' unique perception on colors. i'll get back to that later. i'll be going through a list of things that could have resulted in this description. although i'm leaning more on the "artistic choice" bit, as it was mentioned only for a few times among "gray" or "dark/black" (with hints of blue) apparently.

the unusual comparison could also have been made because the greeks diluted their water with wine. or, well, they mixed wine and spices and shit to their water. probably so they don't get drunk so easily-- jk, maybe they just loved their drinks. i read an article about wine and honey being a favorite. anyways, the water they used came from springs. drinking still wine (undiluted wine) was also considered barbaric, and would only be used as medicine or when traveling. it probably had a lot of cultural significance.

how does that turn giggle juice blue? maybe it was just white wine? it was not popular, apparently, and has not been made mention in the iliad. plus white wine is generally 'light'. then what the fuck?

anthocyanins are a group of pigments that manifest in plants and are responsible for giving them red, blue, or purple colors. now, i hated chemistry so i'm not sure how exactly the transformation happens, but when these polymers are exposed to a lower pH level, they turn red. when the number goes up the scale, they turn purple. thus; acidic = red, alkaline = purple. it would have turned blue when the substance was neutral, so maybe that's what he meant by wine-dark.

doing this mixing thing is unnecessary these days, so i'm not sure what a 3:1 water to wine ratio would do to the hue, but they poured enough to balance out the acidity, creating a blue substance (getting flashbacks to the curacao that turned my vomit blue- god, oh god). i'm sure you're thinking about the litmus strips from middle school right now. yes, the indicative pigment on litmus paper can be made by extracting anthocyanins from plants. i hope someone comes to correct me because i have no formal education on these matters.

i skimmed this article just now and it also says the greeks might have been color-blind, limited to black, white, and possibly red. no idea what the sources are, but it seems to be a pretty legitimate blog so... it also agrees with the thing i yapped about above, as well as makes mention of algae phenomenon which is commonly known to give the sea various colors. reminds me of bioluminescent phytoplankton lmao why can't i concentrate on the information i wish to share 𓀃

there's also the matter of greeks focusing on lighting rather than hue when it comes to color perception. so there could be something "winelike" about the way light reflects on the surface of the ocean, or it could just be as dark as wine that is kept in a jar.

i still firmly adhere to the state of the sea being described according to the weather, time of day, and mood he wishes to set. for example-- gray when he wants it to be a sort of 'calm before the storm', bright when he wants it to be daytime with the sun directly overhead, wine-dark on the afternoon where a vermillion sunset seems an appropriate backdrop, or "dark/black" when he wishes to indicate that it is nighttime. with the moon shining beyond the horizon, this could give the water a prominent gleam that can be compared to luscious dark hair that seems to be a feature among characters they wish to depict as attractive. considering "rosy-fingered dawn", it's probably similar to describing a voice as "angelic".

they also have theories about a limited vocabulary for colors, though, and i think i buy into it when you put the restricting aspect of languages being difficult to translate literally, or how it was originally intended, can only be understood in essence in its mother tongues, during its time of writing.

🌊

[cheetabites]

☆彡 nasty pt 2 ˳༄꠶

character: park gyeong seok (player 246)

˳༄꠶ summary: six sfw and nsfw general relationship headcannons - this is regarding how his character would act outside of the games

sfw headcannons

★ originally, when you’d first gotten into a relationship with him he wasn’t as open. he felt as if he was a burden to you because of his inability to pay back the debt he owed from the medical bills. and ultimately, his inability to communicate due to his embarrassment and shame caused frustration on your part, but you’d later had gotten him to open up and tell you what was wrong

★ his love language is quality time and words of affirmation; he loves doing casual activities with you, like going for a walk in the park, going out shopping or for a movie, and cuddling with you at home. as for words of affirmation, he’d be the one to offer unexpected compliments or comfort when you feel insecure - but he enjoys it just as much when you decide to return the favor

★ him and his daughter still honor and visit his previous wife - although she passed away - and he really enjoys that you respect that fact; sometimes when you’re around and up for it, they’d include you in activities like switching out her flowers or when they’d just stay and update her on the things that’ve been happening

★ he’s not really a pet name person, so the only title he’d ever really refer to you by would be ‘jagiya’ - although if you two ever got married he would love referring you as his wife

★ mr gyeong seok is not apart of the cheating culture that is in korea; he finds it useless and a threat to his daughter and his sexual health, so you don’t have to worry about him every leaving you. if you ever broke up it would be mostly be out of mutual interest and concern

★ he’s an old fashioned man for sure; he’d always open doors for you, pay for dinner, secretly purchase items he’d see you eye whenever you’d go out together - he basically worships the ground you walk on. he’s also big on boundaries, both yours and his

nsfw headcannons

★ as i said before, this man is a switch. he loves both domming and subbing for his partner but it usually depends on what you want and how he’s feeling; if he’s domming he’s obviously a soft dom and while subbing, he makes sure to put on his good boy persona for you

★ he’s not really one for quickies unless he’s really pent up; he can’t really pick out the pleasure from it because having to rush really waters down the intimacy, which is something he needs to get off

★ voyerism is something that also enters the bedroom from time to time (all consensual.) he really likes watching you get yourself off, especially when you’re ‘unaware’ of him watching

★ when you both get intimate there’s usually no background noise / music. hearing you pant, whine or praise him while he’s fucking you is so hot for him

★ this man is all for body worship as well. he’d spend almost twenty minutes or so just kissing and rubbing your androgynous zones to get you ready for him; but god does it get you frustrated. you had to get on top a few times because you couldn’t stand how he was teasing you

★ he absolutely will put a baby in you once na-yeon gets better though, just be aware of that. and because he actually has children, he doesn’t really feel comfortable being called daddy when you have sex - you can always use other pet names though!

the end! i hope you enjoyed :D

[sbarrysncream1]

Funny, cuz she's had "your" man for what? 16? 17 years now?

I don't usually make my own posts about the Georgia vs the tinhatters bullshit, but this is just absurd.

This is a fucking adult woman. 29 years old.

And there are plenty of other people like her too. *cough* ingrav. *cough* NGO.

Here's just one genuine question I have for the tinhatters. Other than, "can you stop being imbeciles for once," obviously. Aren't you guys tired? Like, genuinely. To take time out of your day to talk shit about a woman who simply exists must be exhausting. For so little payoff, too. (seriously, y'all need to work on your insults, because this is just embarrassing)

Actually, I lied. One more question. If you could see David, who is obviously your #1 male crush, idol, pookie boy who cant take care of, or stand up for himself (tinhatters words, not mine), and you could tell him everything that you have said about Georgia....how do you honestly think he'd react? Forget about your head cannons of him and Michael, and forget about your head cannons of Georgia being abusive for a MOMENT. You can do it, I believe in you. And think of how David tennant, one of the kindest people in the world, would react to you using your words to tear down his wife. Tear down a person in general. Do you think he'd be proud to call you his fan?

(Btw, im only using David as an example because they're obsessed with him, and if you reference Georgia, the tinhatters completely lose interest and start foaming at the mouth, needing to be put in a corner for 12 days before they can form a proper thought)

Literally everyone knows that the real reason you ship David and Michael is because its two less women out of the way, which makes your weird, immature minds think that you somehow have more of a chance to win him. Its okay. We know. You're not slick. Or creative. Or clever. Or likable. Or worth anyones time to listen to.

[ghostofsnails]

so did you guys know theres this character called tristan vik disventure camp and

[velvetvexations]

I’m. So baffled by that one dude saying that trans men being able to pretend to be women is a privilege, because in his tags he says that it’s a thing specific to transmascs. Does he mean pretending to be cis as a means of safety is a transmasc specific thing?? Because uh, I’m… pretty sure that’s something that can be done regardless of a trans person’s gender? There are transfems and nonbinary people who can also pretend to be cis [whatever their agab was], too?

Its also not a privilege. Having to hide what you are out of fear isn’t a fucking privilege lmao

strangely people understand that when it's about trans women

just saw a post on my dash saying "'infighting' is a dogwhistle which frames transfems as aggressors". i really hope the tide is turning like you said, bc this shit is getting exhausting and im still seeing it from random people i follow who otherwise gave no indication that they drank the koolaid.

they make me out to be the aggressor all the time!

Nazi imagery anon here

These are the pics I was referring to.

As you can see it’s posted on the verified border security account and you can see two different nazi symbols on him :(

yeah it looks like standards for what they allow soldiers to adorn themselves with are low and the person taking and posting the pics aren't paying good enough attention because that guy also straight up has a naked anime bitch on his knife sheath

as I said this is an individual thing and they need to start knocking their heads together like the Three Stooges and sending them into trenches first

You know who saying that th**fab is actually a storied term that trans fems have been using to identify transmisogonists is fucking insane like girl that's such obvious lie give us nothing

they aren't even trying

It’s crazy how almost every other day on this site I see a new post with like 50k notes talking about how absolutely NOBODY deserves to be harassed, sent death threats or be put on blast yet once again I’m seeing people trying to justify the harassment of another transmasc teenager. Honestly people should just start openly admitting Tumblr is becoming increasingly hostile towards trans masculine individuals, I don’t see clownery on this level on any other platform-

Tumblr...is really bad.

I think the reason why this whole headcanons discourse bothers me so much is that is really is just fuelled by petty spite. Like all these characters are cisgender in canon. We make headcanons because it’s FUN to expand on characters in ways that reflect our different life experiences in whatever form that may take. Intentionally going after transmascs, especially young transmascs, for doing this with characters like they like and accusing them of all these different things genuinely does just feel like bigotry. Who cares if a head canon may not make the most amount of sense? It’s a cisgender fictional character we’re playing around with! Why does it have to be some grand act of activism to say blorbo number 3 is transmasc? We have much bigger fish to fry here.

exactly it's such dedication to not letting anyone else have anything

So sick of people acting like trans men are the same as cis men under the patriarchy and moreso im really sick of the "you're privileged to not be surrounded by men". Like, for lack of better phrasing, saying that about a group of people that is generally perceived as "failure women" pre transition (and sometimes during and post) is a little tone deaf. All about acknowledging how women and people perceived as women are harmed by misogyny until the ones perceived are men. Gender essentialism is ugly and tasteless and nonsensical. Please feel free to delete this im just rambling without a point

rambling is okay anon <3

„wow ur so privileged to not fear men”

i fear the fucking everyone asshole, i just realized that isnt everyone elses fault so i should still treat them with respect !!!!!

that woman called me a "self-hating doll" and I hate the second part a lot more than the first

[esamastation]

fanciestgeckofella: desmond transmigrates into liu qingge

(This is not that, sorry, but I do have a snippet where Desmond transmigrated into Yue Qingyuan which I don't think I ever posted, so, have that one instead.)

-

First thing to go through Desmond's mind is something along the lines of, Oh fuck, here we go again. Next is complete and absolute bafflement. Because he's pretty sure he's supposed to be dead right now.

That alone is very confusing. Then there is… this thing.

[Welcome to the world of Proud Immortal Demon Way! This System is designed to guide you as you go about your existence in this world. Operating under the guiding principle, You Can You Up, No Can No BB, this System hopes to provide you with an pleasant user experience!]

Desmond blinks at the floating screen in front of him. It… doesn't exactly look like any kind of Animus screen he's ever seen - it actually kind of looks like it's from computer from pre-2000s or something, with blocky grey boarder like something he's seen in old TV shows. No Animus programmer would be caught dead using aesthetic like that. Right?

… Well, actually. He could totally see some retro-loving techie liking it. Not Rebecca, though, she's a futurist through and through, but if she'd been into the old style Window XP or something, it probably wouldn't have taken much effort for her to install some sort of theme - aaand that's completely beside the point.

It's an Animus. He's in the Animus again… somehow. Hm.

"Um," Desmond says out loud, and clears his throat. His voice is weird, different from how it should be. Not that unusual, in the Animus, that, but it feels… more than just having an ancestor transposed over himself. Man, they must've upgraded the Animus a lot while he was, uh… "I'm… aren't I supposed to be… dead?" he asks slowly and feels a bit silly doing it, because he's clearly still around, and yet…

[You have indeed died! Your consciousness has been transferred, and your role has been bound: Yue Qingyuan, the Sect Leader of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect.]

… Okay, that's a bit different, but he can almost understand it. Consciousness transfer, role bound, that's probably new term for running around in your ancestor's skin. Yue Qingyuan, that's his ancestor this time around then. Cool. Sounds Chinese, which is interesting, Desmond didn't know they had any family there, but hey, Rebecca did say he had ridiculously low pedigree collapse, so that would mean his ancestry spread pretty far, right?

Ezio did have a Chinese student, Shao Jun, so, some pre-existing connections there. Maybe few generations down the line, they became bit closer. Rubbing a hand over his face and finding some of those familiar markers he shared with Altaïr, Ezio and Ratonhnhake:ton - full lips, aquiline nose, high cheekbones… Desmond nods to himself. Yeah, yeah, seems about right.

And yet there's still something just a bit… off.

"Okay," he says, drawing a breath. "I'm still kind of stuck up on the being dead part. Did you reboot my DNA or something? How am I here being, like, a living - or at least a thinking - person?"

The System window seems to consider this for a moment before answering.

[Your consciousness was captured from your dead body and transferred into your new role.]

Oh.

Desmond squints. "Captured how?"

[Your consciousness was captured from your dead body and transferred into your new role.]

… helpful.

So it was the Grand Temple - the Grand Temple did something? He'd been digitised like Clay and Juno, maybe? Okay, yeah, cool, that makes sense. Not sure how well he likes it yet, but hey, he's around, he's thinking, maybe sorta-kinda living and breathing - it's a step above from not… doing those things. Yeah. He can do this. "Nice. And who's Yue Qi-qin - how do you say that name, again? Who is he?"

[Yue Qingyuan is the Sect Leader of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, also known as the Xuan Su sword.]

Desmond hums in understanding, eying the window, waiting for more. Nothing more comes, so he says slowly. "… Okay. And what am I supposed to do with him? I mean. What are we after here? Another piece of Eden, or… what?" he asks, folding his - folding Yue Qingyuan's - arms. "What is the mission status?"

[…]

That's all he gets. Literal ellipses, before the System window slowly flattens and disappear, leaving him blinking at empty air.

"… O-kay…?" Desmond mutters, making a face. "That was weird."

He'd never been left hanging in the Animus before. Not cool. The whole initialisation here process was a bit weird, really. Almost feels like they'd left him with an automated answering machine version of the Animus UI, or something. Was he even talking to an actual person there? What the heck. Why resurrect his consciousness at all, if they're not going to tell him what he's supposed to do here? Even Vidic didn't leave him completely in the dark…

Who resurrected him anyway? The Assassins or the Templars?

Uncertain, Desmond glances around for some sort of guidance or clue. The place is nice, and the graphic quality has gone through some incredible upgrades, like, damn. You'd almost mistake it for reality. But there is something seriously off about this. Not just the weird answering machine Animus, but… everything, really.

It doesn't feel like any Animus he's ever been in either. Usually when he starts out, it's as a passive viewer in his ancestor's memory - it takes a bit before he gets control and even then it's sorta not… not full control. Desmond is more used to being the passenger to his ancestor's actual driver. There's never not a moment where he doesn't feel like a second wheel on a unicycle.

Here, it's just him at the steering wheel, just him on the pedals. There's no other mind, no framework of another life - no shell of a person that once was. It's just him, in another body. Weird.

The terminology used was weird too - nothing like the lingo Rebecca or Shaun would've used. You can you up? No can no BB? What does that even mean?

Desmond rubs at his chin for a moment - baby smooth, not even a stubble - and then shrugs his shoulders and goes to get up. Might as well take a look around and try and figure out the limitations of this version of Animus. And it's not like he knew anything about Altaïr or the others either, not before getting the synchronisation up and running, so… better get started with that.

It's still a bit weird though. Usually he gets thrown into a cut scene first to get started with. Waking up in someone's - frankly rather fancy - bedroom is new. Ezio not counting.

Oh well.

-

And then he walks out under dressed and scandalises all the disciples on Qiong Ding Peak.

Alas that is as far as it got really, but the idea of Desmond as Yue Qingyuan is still weirdly dear to me.

[solarkness]

Okay but 32 is actually really annoying. 30 is just, whatever, it's a clean number that's low, "people aren't going to spam the same person THAT much"-thinking. 32 adds "ooooh binary numbers so we can just use exponents of 2 :D" to it... which has MULTIPLE ISSUES!!!

First off, what if there are NO notifications? Do you still want there to be a 1 because you have no 0 case? No? You wanna use a boolean whether notifs are there at all in general? Congrats you just added another bit in storage as its own variable for *1* state. Which would be an additional 32 states if you made it part of your notification number. Okay, so, you look up how integers work and what numbers represent and do what most programmers would do: You start counting with 0 and end up with a max of 31 notifications, because 0-31 is 32 possible states. Great, first issue fixed.

Second issue! 32 isn't really used a lot as the max number chosen. Why's that? I mean, 16 is popular enough, you basically can't avoid 256 if you start looking, and even 64, just one additional power of 2, is very popular in Minecraft! So what's wrong with 32? Well, it's 2^5, AKA 2*2*2*2*2. That means you need 5 bits (with 2 possible states, 0 or 1, each) to represent it. Seems easy enough. Until you realise that now you're probably claiming a specific byte in storage, which is 8 bits, and are only using 5 of those! 3 are being wasted and sure, you can probably reuse them if you write your program's functions to access and categorise the storage it is using... but that's a lot of work that you can very, very easily fuck up. It's easier to just go "fuck it, we use the whole byte" and go for 256 possible states (or 255 as max number of notifications). 16 is exactly 2^4, so half a byte - At that point, you can get TWO variables out of each claimed byte, and then it's worth to optimise it a bit on the side of the program by telling it to cut the first or last 4 bits when looking for either of the variables hidden in the byte. (Nowadays, this is less likely to be done because storage is cheap and abundant. Games used to perform miracles on fractions of the storage because they had to in order to exist; A LOT of storage was reused for multiple different variables at different times, which is why so many weird skip glitches exist where you for example instantly beat Pokemon Blue. Using the same storage for multiple different variables of different types is pretty much illegal nowadays, as the high-level languages do their best to keep you from shooting yourself in the foot with needless optimising of plentiful storage.)

So why does Minecraft use 64, which is 2^6, for its stacks? I don't know. If anybody knows, please tell me; But I'm guessing it's just the closest power of 2 to the amount that works best balance wise. More interesting is why it uses 64 instead of 63, since I suggested using 31 instead off 32. Minecraft has a lot of different items that could be in that inventory slot, so it needs an item ID to know what is in there. The case of NO item is handled through that ID - If there is effectively no item ID, it's an empty slot. So the integer that counts the amount doesn't need to account for it not being asked. (This is similar to adding a boolean for no notifs, except it covers more states by covering all possible items, working together with the integer of the amount to determine the actual content of the inventory slot.) So it doesn't need a 0 state, instead it can start with 1. For the notification system, we can only ever have notifications and no, I don't know, alarms or something that are separate but clog up the same system while overriding the notification counter. So the notification system will only deal with notifications, and only ever count how many there are. A separate variable for 0 is pointless when it will always add atleast 2 possible states, when you can just count 1 less and have your 0 state built-in.

Of course, all of this is pointless if you just use regular unsigned 32-bit integers that have a max count of 4,294,967,295 (starting your count with 0). (For the amount of bits, we don't run into the issue of 2^5 with 32, because 32 is a multiple of 8 - The amount of bits in a byte. So we just use 4 bytes for the integer.) At that point, fuck it, just let the notification counter go up to 999 or whatever amount of digits doesn't break your UI.

The fact that Bluesky's "pending notifications" counter only goes up to 30 suggests some very specific things about the usage patterns its designers were expecting.

[jazeswhbhaven]

THE PURPOSE OF THAT TALISMAN | Zagan L-card React | Summary

Alright ya'll it's the first react of the year! I'm finally getting around to going over this sweet devil's L-card!

I'm happy he was the first one to get this opportunity because he's actually the first noble I fell for during the launch! I was intrigued by his bunny ear horns and he's selectively mute.

With that being said, because this is a Nightmare Pass exclusive, I of course cannot give you EVERYTHING that's inside the card in order to keep within the wishes of PB's content rules, but as I did with previous NP cards, summaries with heavy paraphrasing with a few screenshots are the best I can do~

I'd like to thank my friends/mooties for sharing their cards with me so I can continue doing these reacts <3 Ya'll are amazing

💙Summary💙

At the local pub in Gehenna, all the devils are gathered together in order to view a popular convention in Japan (they call it Cumiket in the game but iirc it's Comiket, right?)

There's rumors that it's Paimon who went down to Earth to whisper about the devil's lives in Hell to influence a few humans to make a game about it and well...MC asks Paimon to confirm or deny that and he gives a "Maybe I diddd <3" answer (love this)

So while MC is chillin' at the VIP table consisting of Sitri, Leraye, Paimon and Zagan (Ppyong too) they wait for the results to come in

Funny mention is that the citizens of Gehenna totally do not know where Abyssos is, and I find it funny that it seems to carry throughout the story that the other local citizens have nothing but general ideas and rumors to go off of on how each country acts, but the Kings and some nobles are knowledgeable and for good reason.

It's also cute to me though that the nobles that were in the lead for the popularity contest were Foras, Bael, Sitri, and Zagan. All the devils from all over Hell were tuned in to see who would win.

It's then...that the winner is revealed! Zagan!?!?!

The winner gets to be a model for Phenomenon, similar to when we saw him for all of the selfie cards. This time though we meet two new characters Usako, and Nesagi. (I really love their designs) it appears that they are Pheno's assistants!

Also, we see that Phenomenon threatens and literally beats up(and stabs) his assistants for the smallest of things, it's funny because we were just seeing him getting bent over and turned into a pretzel in Asmo's selfie card, but in this story he's pretty much a strict, abusive boss. 💀 Usako and Nesagi seem to not mind.

It was also important to note, that MC was also chosen by Pheno to join Zagan in the photoshoot. And it's not just any normal photoshoot. We are aware of Pheno's preferences when it comes to photography and he wants to capture a whole new side to this devil thinking MC can help with that

It turns out, that yes...MC can help and Zagan is more than willing to show a new side of himself in front of them. With the help of talismans.

The smut is actually pretty well written for Zagan's personality. He's calm, confident, and at the same time so needy for MC's touch. You also notice that during this entire time he's been speaking to MC in longer sentences and opening up.

There's also a pretty strong power bottom vibe that comes from him. Because even though MC is on top of him, he's calling the shots from below. He even writes the amount of times MC came on his thigh. (w h y is he so hot? fcuk)

So after he pretty much fucks MC into a messy fluid puddle, Phenomenon starts takin' photos like crazy as he's finally satisfied with his subject now. He completes the magazine cover and MC gets their own private VIP photos of them having sex. There's a cameo of their clothes on the cover too.

and that's pretty much the entire card

💙Screenshot Highlights~💙

He's so goofy, I love him.

Pheno and his assistants. They are so damn adorable! I love the mask designs too, I might mess around and find myself wanting to cosplay one of them.

The longest he's been talking, and these are his thoughts in battle. Goodness this is why he's one of my favorites 😩

h a w t

g i m m i e z a g a n pp

IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN MEEEEEE

?????!?!!!!!!!!! And this was after he said no???????

Me everytime I read this as I imagine him saying it to me while creaming on his c a w k

Pheno was takin' pictures while MC and him were fuckin' but Zagan is so goddamn romantic....the way his mannerisms are during sex are that of a true lover that wants to be lost in you forever and he admits that. His actions are loud too wen the fun is over (he really didn't want to stop)

I wonder...if this means they will do another "model" L-card for someone else? Only time will tell.

Psssttt: Click here to see what he's packin' btw I would not hesitate to sit on it and him coming because he's being stimulated by the brush is so simple yet so hot for him?

💙Date Story/Chat Summary!💙

This is shortly after the contest is over and the magazine cover was debuted!

Zagan hadn't had any privacy since then, and with that it was hard for him to see MC. SO Ppyong makes it happen by distracting the fans, and then they meet!

Zagan is honest during the date, though still having "some" trouble expressing himself through words. There are moments where he tells MC that he couldn't wait any longer and he had to see them.

This is what I meant by that desperation and neediness mixing in with the right amount of dominance during intimacy is a perfect balance for someone like him!

Also, this date story is quite perfect for Zagan fans, as he's so fucking romantic he even takes MC to the first place they met in the main story. His expresses his feelings have never changed and it was love at first sight.

Also the term...."I'm watching you..." seems to be referring to the VIP picture they both received and yeah....spank bank material!~

Zagan is truly a cautious and cute noble. From posting boring videos of him grinding food (which honestly could count as asmr material) and not being sure how to get Satan to stop sending out the magazines to other countries in mass amounts without overstepping ranks in power, just so cute.

It also appears that his neck seems to be a private area to him which is why he prefers it covered by his hair. (I will kiss him there >:3)

We also get to see that Zagan easily gets jealous. It's not a aggressive jealously like Satan, but it's more of a "you know other men? 🥺" kind of jealously where you want to pinch his cheeks and tell him he's being cute.

Also...

yeah high-ponytail Zagan is doin' something for me (honestly I think I like Zagan so much because the white long hair reminds me of Sesshomaru and he doesn't speak much either and both of them are hot and idk i'm losing my brainnnnn to the rootttttt)

💙Overall Score: 10/10 💙

For Zagan fans this was a really fluffy and romantic card. The smut was written appropriately, and we got to see more of Zagan's personality come to light.

A major con of this though, is that in order to even get this much of lore for any characters that aren't either PB's favorites or L-grade...is behind a damn paywall. Like I get it? But at the same time I just want more info on my faves to further fuel my headcanons. That's all.

The adore mode movements are good, however his expressions don't seem to match the energy of the VA. This may have been a slight miscommunication somewhere, perhaps the VA was going off of how Zagan's personality should be, therefore personality= check, matching the sexual energy= not so check...

That's more of an observation for me but that may be a major bother for someone who was looking forward to the card's content.

Well today was pretty much the last day to try and get him so my react is late for a recommendation on if one should get it or not, BUT I will say that if you are a Zagan fan and didn't get him this time around, I suspect they'll bring him back for a future banner and you should try and snag him if you can.

But that's it from here! four days into the new year ya'll, hope it's goin' well for everyone! ^^ next up should be Luci's Blow card...so stay tuned <3

-💙Jaze

(Ppyong's fanclub holds a special place in my heart)

[chaos-in-deepspace]

Zayne's Chocolate Incident (Discussion)

Aight so this is spoilers for the newest 5-Star Banner for Zayne, but felt I should discuss it since I've seen some discourse about it that I've been seeing. If you don't mind spoilers or have already seen it, then you can continue under the cut.

So I've been seeing two different things being brought up about this, and it's:

MC not telling Zayne it was alcoholic chocolate and how horrible that makes her.

Zayne pretending to be drunk (or how the fuck did this man get drunk) discussions.

Let's start with the 1st one!

MC not telling Zayne about the chocolate

People are making it out to be super problematic, as if MC was trying to get Zayne drunk for amusement, or maybe it's just the fact that there was alcohol in the chocolate and she didn't tell him.

I dunno if y'all have ever had alcoholic chocolate, but for the most part...you eat it for the flavor. In fact, the alcohol content in it is so low it's laughable. It would be impossible for someone to get drunk off a single chocolate unless they were an actual toddler (hell a toddler would probably be fine). Not to mention chocolate contains both sugars and fats...two things that are known for helping you sober up when drunk.

In essence, you're eating the chocolate for the flavor alone. The taste of the alcohol in the chocolate can help accentuate the flavor and it's good. Unless I had a friend allergic to chocolate or didn't drunk due to religious reasons, I probably wouldn't bat an eye at it.

To put it into context, one piece of chocolate contains about 1.8% alcohol in general. An average shot of alcohol is 40%. I could probably eat 20 of those chocolates and maybe feel a slight buzz...if that. Pair that with the sugar and fat content of it, it makes it even harder to get drunk off of it.

This is probably why MC didn't say anything about the chocolate. You're eating it for the flavor, not the effects, and Zayne likes sweets. It's common knowledge in this fandom. I'd probably offer it to him too because hey, it's a different type of chocolate that won't be giving you negative effects like getting drunk.

Not to mention Zayne originally only took a bite of the chocolate, and managed to realize it had alcohol in it. He then proceeded to continue eating it, which probably meant he was also aware that this kind of chocolate is made for enjoyment not getting drunk.

Hell MC was fucking shook when Zayne ended up getting drunk from said chocolate because she clearly didn't think it was possible, and the proceeded to take care of him with a bit of teasing on the side (something he's also done a bit of when MC was drunk).

At the end of the day it's up to your opinion if MC not telling Zayne it had alcohol makes her a horrible person, in my opinion it doesn't. She knew he didn't have religious reasons and he wasn't allergic, and she didn't think it was possible to even get tipsy over a single chocolate.

Now for the second part:

Zayne getting drunk

It's a trope. It's a trope people. In fact it happens in K-dramas pretty often from what I've heard from those who watch them. They wanted to find a believable way to get the composed Zayne to get drunk. None of us can really see Zayne actively drinking since he's made it clear he doesn't, but he ain't gonna turn down chocolate.

I also don't believe Zayne was lying or playing up the drunk part. Again it was to fit a trope. They wanted to get Zayne drunk for the card, so they made him drunk. Same reason we got the cat banners. They wanted the men to have cat ears and came up with a random thing. Same reason we got the Wander in Wonder event. They wanted an excuse to put them in unique clothing that's outside of the norm.

It's for tropes.

Also these are fictional characters in a fictional world.

I think with having said that, it's kinda cleared up the case of the alcoholic chocolate. Realistically Zayne wouldn't have been drunk, even if he's a lightweight beyond lightweight, it just isn't plausible. He got drunk because he's a fictional character and that's what the devs wanted. If he was sober it wouldn't have made for a very exciting card.

[eliza-and-her-monsters]

begging anyone for Vi x reader x Ellie

ANYTHING.

PUH LUH EASE

WUH LUH WUH

i’ve got you bestie you just might wanna have that therapist on speed dial, okay? soz… 🫣

death doesn’t discriminate

Vi x reader x Ellie

Summary: you were never jackson’s best fighter, you never had to be. you were of course taught the basics of self defense, and if you ever were being attacked and it was between you or them it had to be you… every single time. you just never expected to ever have to put those skills to use… unfortunately though whenever patrol goes awry and you encountered a group of bandits you had to, making your very first kill. obviously after the event you’re left traumatized, and its up to your girlfriends to pull you from the aftermath.

Contains/TW: takes place in the tlou-verse with arcane crossover characters because obviously, innocent and super sheltered reader, i’ve seen the discourse but i AM making it to where ellie CAN pick the reader up (because fuck you that’s why! 💜), told in 1st person, polyamory, set in jackson post-joel death HOWEVER obviously ellie didn’t decide to hunt down ms. girl again. mentions of murder, blood, and just gore in general and HEAVY implications of suicidal ideation. ((this is not meant to romanticize suicide in any way, i’m writing from my own personal experiences. if you or someone you know is struggling please get help. you are loved 💜)) Heavily based off of the song listed below including its lyrics that are obviously not my own creation but def wish they were 💔

WC: 2.2k

You think at some point you would grow used to death, it was always leering. Either a subtle shadow hanging by the back door or growing to overtake the whole compound. In some cases it was merciful, swiftly ending your pain through broken pleas or just pure exhaustion. But in other cases, and the ones I found to be most common, it was known to be rather violent.

I was surprised I even remembered what to do whenever the time came. A dreaded audition it felt like as I slowly trailed Ellie’s gaze to the switchblade in my back pocket, the cold press of a gun against my temple. I don’t think I even processed what had happened until I was backing away, staring at the dead body before me and the still warm blood now coating my hands. My breathing came out in startled gasps, shrieking in traumatized fear the moment I felt her arms wrapping around me from behind.

“It’s me, baby, it’s just me.” She whispered, taking me into her soothing arms even though I tried like hell to fight her off at first leaving streaks of blood in the shape of my hands against her shirt. She only held my trembling body to her chest as I tried to hold back the sobs.

‘You made one kill. Everyone here has at least made one kill. It shouldn’t affect you this much. You’ve lived your whole life letting other people do the dirty work for you, you should be able to make one kill. One measly little kill of a man who would’ve killed you had you not acted so fast.’ I guess I was the only one left who didn’t think the world was that black and white though.

~

I felt catatonic as we made our way back to Jackson, Ellie’s arms holding most of my weight. I half wanted her to leave me there, leave me there to bleed and be ravaged by whatever found me first. She never would though, even if it did mean she’d have less deadweight.

Vi never was a fan of the two of us going out on patrol without her. She always considered herself our guard dog, even over Ellie who could no doubt hold her own at this point. Many nights we still spent dozing off against her while she whispered to us that we were ‘her girls.’

“Vi, emergency.” I heard Ellie speak, my head a dull weight against her chest as she carried me through the front door.

“This is the last time the two of you go on patrol without me, I mean it this time, Els.” I heard her seething as her heavy boots nearly shook the whole house. “Is she hurt? Are you hurt? What the hell happened?”

“I’m fine but she… she had to-” Ellie held the words back, not wanting to speak them in front of me as I felt my body being placed on one of the old ratty recliners. Dead eyes staring forward, like every ounce of light had been winked out a long time ago.

Vi’s own soft blue eyes drifted downwards to the dry blood coating my still shaking hands, the quickest moment of understanding filling her expression. “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry.” She murmured, the sentiment enough to bring forth a cascade of tears that I had been holding back until we were safely concealed in the walls again. “You did good though, doll, I need you to know that. You did amazing. Remember what we said, if it’s them or you it has to be you every single damn time.”

I sniffled through the ugly sobs with a shake of my head, I disagreed though I suppose I would always disagree. “She should’ve left me out there.” I finally spoke again after I had what felt like the inability to.

Quickly and without hesitation I could feel Ellie’s hand wrapping around my chin, gentle but firm as she turned my head to face her. “No, you aren’t allowed to say things like that.”

“Why not?” I shook my hand, eyes stinging and burning with tears as I watched her kneel in front of me with what looked like a wet washcloth.

“Let me get you cleaned up.” She didn’t answer me, carefully dabbing at my bloodied hands to wash all of the evidence away. Even though part of me wanted it to stay, tattoo the remnants of blood on my hands until I remembered who I was.

“Tell me why you shouldn’t have left me.” My voice shook as I repeated the question. Push until they finally said the truth. Push until they finally agreed to throw me to the wolves. Push and push and push… “I’ve been nothing but deadweight since I got here.”

“No.” Vi almost growled next, wrapping her own larger hand around my chin this time while I only stared back in defiance. “You are not deadweight, you are valuable and needed and- and we need you alive! I need you alive!”

“Darling, you don’t have to be a fighter to be important.” Ellie spoke next, much gentler than Vi had but still stern nonetheless.

It was hard to find a purpose to live in the apocalypse, I wasn’t sure where everyone found one. I knew Ellie had always had some terrible sense of self importance with the immunity. I guess over the years she had tried her hardest to transfer that to me. Some days it worked. Some days were good, amazing even. Gentle and soft days where I could dream about a world before the infection. A world I’m not sure I or Ellie ever remembered. Some days though, days like today, being reminded of that thought really changed things.

Vi had always been an ‘alive out of spite’ kind of person. Then one day Ellie and I rolled up into Jackson and turned her world upside down and shifted things for the better… that’s how she would tell it at least. She was slightly older, tougher, rough around the edges, but deep down I think she was secretly just lonely. She took us underneath her wing just as quickly as we arrived, all too happy to open her doors for us and things grew and built from there. But no amount of love or care I was given from the two was enough to cover up the fact, if I went outside of the walls something disastrous always managed to happen.

I was just simply deadweight. A bad luck charm if you will. These things never ended well.

“Baby, you’ve just had a bad day.” Vi shook her head as she took my own into her calloused hands. “That’s all it is, my love. We’re in the times of survival now, it’s kill or be killed and… I’m not losing either of you.”

I choked on another pathetic sob, hating myself more and more for every single one. Nevertheless though Vi pulled me into her, muffling the sounds of my cries into her shirt. Traumatized and shaking cries that I rarely actually allowed myself the luxury of, so whenever they came, they came all at once.

~

I fell asleep early that night. Vi running Ellie and I a bath to wash all of the dirt and grime from the disasterous patrol from our bodies. At some point I lost the strength to cry, but I felt like I had lost the strength to do most things. At some point over my sleeping body I had heard Ellie whispering to Vi though, to hide all of the guns, knives, switchblades, anything that could ever be used as a weapon. A mental patient in the middle of the apocalypse. Oh the irony.

“You think she would actually do something to herself?” Vi whispered in her hushed tone while Ellie gnawed anxiously at her already chipped nails.

“Yeah, I do.” She answered with a shuddering breath. “This is worse than Seattle and I- I already thought I was gonna lose her then- Vi, I’m not taking anymore chances.”

“Hey, listen, we’ll take care of her, okay? We’ve got her. We always do.”

“I hope so.” I could hear the rustling of clothes, no doubt an embrace she probably needed. An embrace they probably both needed. And I hated that I was the one who brought them there.

A moment passed and I had nearly managed to doze off again somehow in in the midst of it all just before I could feel the bed slightly dipping behind me. “Just me, you’re safe.” Ellie warned, waiting on my already exhausted muscles to relax before she slid her arms around me from behind. “I need to talk to you, okay?” She whispered against the back of my neck, my heavy eyelids fluttering open for a brief moment. “It’s okay, you can close your eyes. And you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to just… just listen, okay?”

Her fingers gently stroked soothing lines along with arms, the sensation only making my eyelids want to droop even further. “I’ve always had a- a really strong urge to protect you, Vi and I both have. A-And I think you know that. So if you wouldn’t have killed that man I wouldn’t have hesitated. He doomed himself. The moment he laid a goddamn finger on you he doomed himself. And Vi would’ve done the same thing and I think you know that too. Hell, he wouldn’t have even gotten the chance to if Vi was there.” Her fingers slid through my own, a soft yet possessive grasp.

“I know you think I gave up looking for Abby because you were reckless a-and you got hurt and you ruined things. And you were reckless, and you did get hurt but… you didn’t ruin things. You- You just changed things, for the better.” Her lips brushed against my neck, an innocent gesture though had me tilting my head to grant her more access all the same. “You saved me, baby.” She muttered, burrowing her face right into the crook of my neck as she pulled my back in closer to her chest. “I- I could’ve spent my whole life hunting that girl down, because- T-Tommy did ask me to, you know?” Her voice cracked, the feeling of small tears dripping onto my skin, a very simple way to get them to spring up into my own eyes all over again. Just whenever I thought I had been all cried out.

“You- You actually told him no?” My bottom lip quivered as I slowly twisted around to face her, just to feel her own calloused hand against my face. “But I thought you- you promised-“

“It’s not going to bring him back, love.” She shook her head, glancing downwards as if in mild shame. “But whenever you went after me in Seattle and- you got hurt…” she brushed her fingers along the jagged scar slashed into my arm that she was more or less cradling. “I know you were knocked out and you don’t remember a lot of it but… i-it really scared the fuck out of me, y-you know? Like I could lose you. I-I could really honestly lose you and… nothing is worth that, baby. Not a single thing is worth that.”

Tears swam in my eyes as she pressed her lips to the wet streaks that stained them. “You’re an angel, my love. An angel on this absolute fucked up planet and I-I pity every single person that doesn’t get to know you like Vi and I do, you know?” She briefly disconnected her hand from my face to brush away her own tears only to let it snake through my hair as she tugged me back into her chest. “You’re innocent, and you’re kind and you didn’t let any of this take it away and- I hope you never do, honestly.” I felt her chest sinking as she took in a heavy breath and held me to her almost for dear life. Like she was afraid I’d slip away the moment I let go. “No amount of self-sought fury will bring that back… I’ve tried. S-So please, I know it’s hard to find a purpose in this life but… please baby, please stay with me. With us.”

I curled up to her side, resting a heavy head right against where I could feel her heart thumping so softly. The other side of the bed dipped and while I might have flashed back to that moment briefly Ellie’s arms wrapped around me so protectively were enough to pull me back down to earth. At least for a moment.

“My girls.” Vi’s voice followed next, her arm nearly long enough to stretch over the both of us as she brought us close to her with ease. I felt my back pressing against her muscular chest as she settled down next to us, taking her usual trusty spot closest to the door as always.

It was hard to promise survival during the end of the world, even safe within the walls of a community. But for that night I at least promised I wouldn’t do it on my own accord. Someday, somewhere, something would kill me, but it wouldn’t be at my own hand.

No amount of self-sought fury will bring back the glory of innocence.

Credits: dividers by @saradika-graphics

[pespillo]

The entire bizzyboy team x godpoke

wait hold on had to make a whole graph for this

i present the bizzyteam panopticon of romance routes, Godpoke in da middle. biased to headcanons of course as godpoke is a player stand-in after all.

pink heart is for most potential mutual relationship/crush. red heart is infatuation, more of a heavy handed attraction than actual investment. light blue circle is friendly terms. grey zig-zaggy line is for complicated, unsure feelings.

pattypoke, obvious, i think they found eachother at the right point in time, godpoke traveled real far simply for the sake of meeting an idol and ended up becoming part of history, and patty did as well by standing up for herself and finding her voice and identity again, they are sweet like candy to eachother.

alexpoke, i honestly think godpoke tries to flirt with em but alexei is incredibly skittish or straight up doesnt get it, doesnt mean it CANT work, but al would need to come around n not get distracted so much.

vibipoke, ive seen cute stuff with em but i dont really ship em, in fact i think vibi simply cant really vibe romantically with a person of so few words of their own, vib wants megapon, or capo, whoever comes first.

banapoke, this is krerdly deltarune 2 if we believe in ourselves/lh, i honestly like it a lot, its cuteee.

grujapoke?, i think grujaja feels unsure about godpoke and really hasnt opened a lot to people in general to form a coherent relationship at this point in time, also sometimes megapon loud as fuck and he cant take it, godpoke wants to try to be more mindful of their wellbeing to hang out.

capopoke oooohh boy, capo definitely feels Things for godpoke, its mostly about the rivalry going on and being pitted against eachother, but its also the fact that Godpoke doesnt feel that strongly against Capo even after everything, in fact they seem to Actively care, which drives that weird attraction further, Capo is just that guy that loves provoking something just to get manhandled, probably.

Inspekpoke , HOOOH BOY how do i say this its pretty fucking obvious that Inspekta is crazey for the new deputy, immediately wants to pull them in, immediately wants to get weird about it, a lot of it comes from Spek projecting a buncha things at once at em, and thats a problem, i think he sees them as a strictly blank canvas that can be easily swayed by promises and sweet nothings, but to me Godpoke finds it probably a bit cute at the beginning and then it just turns, clingy and uncomfortable towards the end, especially with the passive aggressive behavior and mood swings coming in, too much too quickly. they got a lot to talk about post-canon, lotsa things to be apologizing for.

anyways thanks for coming to my bizzy presentation.

[sukioyakio]

“𝑰’𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 M𝒊𝒏𝒆”-𝑲.𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑶

An: I had to make part two of yandere choso so yea that what I’m doing here.definitely have fluff,with a lot of obsessive thinking from him and behavior,but nothing else that I’ll can add on. Part one(blurb)

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I feel yandere choso would absolutely loved to spend time with you,he just a puppy for you.A quiet big puppy that for sure.

Especially when you first met him in the very last year of highschool when you both were juniors

You weren’t the most popular person in highschool nor good looking in fact you didn’t have such great friends back then if you could recall.They treated you like trash,using you whenever they needed and always dismissed you when you try to talk to them.Or in general they would treat you like some sort of pen that they can use and abandon.

but that didn’t stop you from being friends with choso;the boy that you always see alone and being teased by Other students.And always had rumors of him coming from a fuck up shelter or other shit,basically making him an outlast in highschool.

It all happened in the lunchtime when You were looking for a spot to enjoy your lunch in sunlight.You just wanted to eat in the fresh air instead of the suffocating air you have inside the big ass school.

And you stumble across him sitting against one of the trees making his appearance more hard to see due to the shadows.He was sitting with his knees close to his chest and face down and his dark chocolate hair covering his face.

You were standing there thinking if you wanted to go find somewhere else to eat or just go sit with him.You found yourself standing there for a couple a seconds before walking towards his way with a nervous smile on your face.

'Why am I acting like he’s going to kill me???' You thought to yourself as you sat down right next to him,knowing that you already made your presence known to him.

'Why can’t they just leave me alone' choso said to himself as he buries his self more then before;he thought it was his bullies that had come to bother him again.

A light touch was felt on his shoulders before he heard your voice spoke.He instantly knew that it wasn’t his usual bullies but someone new.

“Your choso right from class A5??you probably don’t know me either but I’m in the same classes as you are” you murmur as choso head started to rise up from his legs,slightly tilting his head to look at you.

His nose mark visible from the view.But also his dark eyes bags are but few inches his dark hair hit his forehead.

At the time he thought you were some sort of back up man to use him for something.And that cause his eyesbrows to pinched down on ;looking more annoyed at you than before.Giving you a glare that for sure made shivers down your spine.

Right before choso could say anything,you spoke up.

“Listen,l-listen I’m not in any of your bully bullshit stuff!?!Nor am I getting paid to be your friend or some stuff” You sprouted the words to him with such a anxious that you thought you were sweating.Making a nervous chuckle.

Choso didn’t respond to you immediately after and that kinda made you worry.But choso in the other hand was looking at you deeply for a minute.

He had some sort of feeling about you,and he kinda could tell that you wouldn’t be the lying type of person.But it didn’t mean he could truly trust you but it meant that he could give you a chance.

You look at the ground and opening your lunchbox,to the lovely view of the food that your mother had made.

“Why come sit here with me when there’s other places to eat?” Choso mutter in stern voice as he has his head high looking at you fully.

You instantly turn your head towards your,making him slightly jump up.

“I don’t know. . . I guess maybe I wanted to get to know you,since I barely talk to you before.” You replied with such a calm tone of an ocean breeze,giving a small polite smile to him.

“And that you seem lonely and in need of a friend like me . . ." You whispered lowly thinking that he wouldn’t hear you.But he did and yet he didn’t feel like saying anything about it back then.

“Mhmm” He murmurs as he see you stuffed food into your mouth like a hamster.He didn’t know he had form some sort of grin until you asked.

“What with that face?? Is there something on my face?” You inquired as you talked with a full mouth of food.Titling your head slightly.

Choso soon felt his lips were titled up in a grin but he was quick to remove that.He was quick to respond.

“Oh?it just you look like a hamster eating like that” he bruantly said up as his shifted his position into now a more comfortable position.

You were silent for a few seconds making him feel like he had done something wrong,after seeing you had put your head down.But soon after your face rises up with such a colorful smile that had the sun shining in your way making you look so.. so Astonishing.

Something about the way you smile had him feel so relaxed and he felt more alive then he had before.He knew that he wouldn’t find anything else that would make him feel like that again.

And after that He would follow you every where,in every class he would sit next to you.You were more than happy that you found someone you could talk without the need of feeling used.He was funny;well to you that is,you two would talk nonstop (well you’ll talk his ear off but he loved listening to you).

And of course his bullies saw all of this new attachment so what else is better then to use you as a tool to make him obey their commands.

And he would do it,every single thing they ask he’ll do because one he was too weak to do anything he wasn’t built for fighting at all and two he didn’t want anything to happen to you.Hell if anything happens to you he wouldn’t know what he’ll do but he knew that he’ll do something that will put him in jail that for sure.

Even if he tries to find the fact on why he’s keep denying you.You found out pretty quickly and you hated on how much he had to deal with because of you.So you told him the usual thing like “oh yea it ok I’ll just wait” you acting like you didn’t know what was happening.

As you soonas he left you followed him to where ever the hell he went.And where choso was greeted by his bullies in the back of the school.To only see him be pushed by them and hitting his back against the wall.

You instantly grab your phone and hit record,but making sure that you weren’t getting caught.And so you painfully watched choso get beat up by his bullies for ‘giving them the wrong test answers and the incorrect information for their presentation for another class they had’.

You noticed that the whole time choso was getting beat up that choso had not once had reacted to any of their actions.

Keeping an emotionless expression the whole time,until the bullies got tried of it and left a bleeding choso. Right when they left, you ran towards choso your finger carefully touched his face.

His faces was covered either by bruises or blood,it frightened you how he looked so destroyed.

“C-choso?! Can you hear me,oh my god look at what they did to you”You wailed quietly as you cupped his face not caring about the blood that fall on your hands.

Choso looks up at you with such a weak nod,as his heart breaks seeing you brokenhearted over him,He gently removes your hands and get up with a grunt of pain.You quickly exclaim that he needed some help from moving.

You had pampered him the whole day making sure he’s okay and saying that he didn’t have to do anything for you.

You had constantly worried about it,saying that you couldn’t handle seeing your best friend getting hurt like that.

And that night you decided something that you’ll never have done before,and is to post the videos to the school board anonymously and send them to the bullies parents saying “To say that your the parents of these kids should be ashamed of it,to even let them act like this is absurd”.You by accident posted it online late at night.But it gain a lot of traction.

The bullies are soon later expelled from the school due to their actions.But everyone gave choso sympathy from their actions.But he couldn’t care less about their words.He just wanted to be with you,to live with you,to bathe in your warmth.

Choso hated the word friend when it comes out of you,but he can’t do anything but wait until the best time to prove that he all you’ll need.

“Um choso do you want to go to the park with me this weekend?” You Patiently asked him as you walked in a more slower pace.

Choso looked down at you with a heavy sigh;”I can’t do it this weekend this time I gotta take care of my little brother” Choso says as if he had no other choice to go,but then again he really loves taking care of his little brother.

Your mind didn’t process the brother part and just hum’s as a replies to him.But after a few seconds you turn your head to him and widen your eyes.

“Wait!! You have a brother!?!?” You exclaimed with eyes wide with sparkles and admiration.

Choso stops walking as the same as you do.He completely find your reaction bizarre but not in a bad way.

“Omg why don’t you ever tell me this;can I see your brother then this weekend? If that ok with you” You were giving choso a very intense eye contact.You mouth the word please.

Choso felt peer pressure by your eyes and your presence that he admitted to defeat.

He huff out and sighs but if he see you Miss treat his brother he would not have it.Either if he obsessive about you in every type of way.

“Fine” he says with a deep ponder of thought.

You face quickly shaped a genuine smile as you silently mouth the word ‘YAY’,throwing punches in the air.Making choso pondered on how easy is it to make you happy and it makes him feel happy that he is the one doing it.

The next day was definitely he’s favorite day,from the day you enter the house to when your visit had to go.You had played with Yuji the whole day.Making him laugh,smile and every thing;Choso was really happy that you were having fun with his little brother. And God he never had his heart beat so fast like that he swore that you could’ve heard it.

Several years has passed and you both graduated high school and now both of you are currently in college.Jujitsu Kasiten College.

And so after all the things you did for him he ended up trusting you more than anything.And now being alll mature he’s more then aware of how obsessive he is to you but how would you know.You simply saw him as your best friend.

But you being rather comfortable with him is something that feel to you at least correct.

Right?

I mean yea you two started to experience the part of life where you get a glow up or down and a lot of stuff change once you guys started to go to college together.

College was a turns of things to you that is;you had gotten more popular then usual.You had plenty of friends that loved to hang out with you and would constantly invite you to party with them.But you never felt the need to party just to have a big aching headache tomorrow morning.

Yea no.

And maybe you’re oblivious to things like dating or even when people tried to get you into dates with them.But you would sound crazy if you said that the thought of having being relationship never crossed your mind.

And Your girl friends always had something to say about your best friend choso.

Mostly saying stuff like “are you and choso dating?”. And your face flashed a pink blush on your cheeks,and As you would completely object the idea.

“NO!!! Oh my lord, I swear you guys always ask me that question every single time” You exclaimed at them.With a playful eye roll,your cheeks still have a faint redness,as you wished that this question would stop. And for your heart to stop heart to stop beating so fast whenever it about him.

But it was a way for them to tease you about it. Even one time one of them asked you personally.

“You sure you wouldn’t ever date him.You should at least try dating someone;life too short.And plus I think You two would be good for each other,just think about it.”

And boy you did think about it,you thought about it in the depth of night as you stare at the ceiling with their words echoing through your mind.And when you closed your eyes there was a image of him smiling at you.You shake your head and snap out of it.And quietly screamed into your pillow.

One thing was for sure that you needed to remind yourself that choso didn’t seem like he wanted anything to do with dating right now or with anyone.

Choso would be busy in the morning working out his body or something.Because ‘i think it better for me too at least get built’Which you rolled your eyes playfully.

“You’re already tall and Geeky,so some muscles aren’t going to be needed,since your brain is where all your muscles are at” You snickered at yourself for that comment.

He snorted at your comment,rolling his dark brownish eyes at you. Making him ruffle your soft looking hair in a messy way,that he knew you would scolded him to stop.He kept his well known open expression.His hearts warms up every single time your near,your around,your presence is anything close to his radius.

There one thing he still doesn’t show you or tell you,and that he writes songs and knows how to sings and knows how to play guitar (electric).

Because he thinks that you find that kinda of lame or boring so he never found the need to tell you that.

He became more obsessed with you,taking pictures of you doing whatever you do,bring you into his house to ‘babysit’ his baby(now teenager) brother.

Hell bet he’ll makes sure that you don’t go to any of the dates you have planned from random college guys.By saying excuses to get you to cancel them.

He acts like he doesn’t notices the changes that are your doing,but he see it,The way that now your took the time to style your hair or how you put lip gloss on now.Or even how you decided to do skin care for your body.

“Is that lipgloss you wearing?”Choso asked a little amused by it,while they walked and talk about the day as usual.Some topic were the party’s that some of the college students were gonna have or drama around the school.

Choso obviously notices it as soon as you meet him.His eyes were glued to your lips the whole time.

They look soft and sweet looking something that his been dying to try the taste too.

“Ooh Yea!! I am wearing lipgloss today,you notice it”

“Duh idiot,I wouldn’t have asked if you didn’t seem to have lipgloss on.”he remarked it as You lightly punch him playfully sticking out your tongue.

He justed bluff.

Choso knew that your turning into a more independent woman then you were before.Your acting like he doesn’t know the changes we’re going.You were still as beautiful as before even if they were not the best looking students back then.

“Um choso?” You mumbled softly towards your bathroom door since he was there in your bedroom right there laying down using his phone.

He head beamed into your direction of your voice,while his nonchalant expression.

“Yea (__) ?” He responded in an intrigued tone now putting his phone down waiting for you to open the bathroom door.

Thinking it something stuipd.Like you wearing clown makeup to scare him.But it was something else.

You open the bathroom door to show a beautiful dark violet dress with pretty black flowing sleeves on,finishing the look with a necklace shape star on it.

You look…

Stunning,incredible,remarkable,divine,Extraordinary the list goes on.He has now seen that you completely blossom into a beautiful woman.He swear that the air in his body had left when he saw you in that dress looking at him with wariness and nervousness.

“So how does it look?Does it look good on me or not I mean I could just return it since it not evens mine in the first place” You rumbled on with an anxious tone,Completely smiling at choso with awkwardness.

Choso snap out of his little daydream,and cleared his throat and thoughts before he said anything that would put his chances with you downwards.

“It look beautiful on you (_),actually it look incredible on you;but … what is the dress for?” He spoke in his causal calm voice,but in fact he mind wasn’t quite calm.

Pinkness start to form on your cheeks at his comments,But quckily fade away as soon as you remind yourself that it was just a compliment and that it.

Meanwhile choso in your bed looking normally as he just continues to stare at you.He was overthinking that someone had beat him in getting you,His heart was racing from fear or anger he didn’t know which one of the two.His jaw cleached from that thought alone.

‘no she couldn’t have someone already without telling me?��

Another thought

‘And who was she going to show herself dress up like that for,it should be me not some fuck’

Another thought

‘What if he has something I don’t have,that it makes him better than me,and what if this was a waste of time’

Another thought

‘No it ok I’ll just kill the guy,No what the point of the killing the guy,if it isn’t going to give me fucking chance of her worthy of being hers. Of her being Mine’

“CHoso!?” You yell in an uncertainty as you clapped your hands.

Your yelled grab his attention pushing his thought a side as his eyes widened as he look at you.

“Are you alright,did you even hear me” you spoke with a softness but lanced with concern.Your eyes searches him.

“Yea I’m okay,sorry I didn’t hear you.I was just daydreaming” choso says with his head scratching his neck looking at you with full concern.He give you an apologetic smile.

You stare deeply into him and then lay off the stare.

“Your such a dreamer, i swear. Anyway I was saying that I got this dress for the masquerade party there having at the school later this month!!”You announce with excitement as your hands and mouth were animated with joy.You ramble about how excited you were about it and choso enjoy your rambles on paying attention to what you said.

You both stop at some time to return home,or just you saying goodbye to choso for staying over.You completely forgot to ask him if he planned to go to the party.

Walking towards his place,the silence warp over him like a cloak,making him overwhelmed with his own thoughts.

Thoughts of you dwell in his mind;imagining of you being his.But as well as other thoughts about the future with you.Call him delusional but he has this plan all out for you.But he has other ideas for the masquerade and that he thinks that the perfect opportunity for him to tell you his feelings but how?

He doesn’t want it to something basic like him telling you his feelings,or make it a simple letter of love.And then he had an idea that he thinks that you enjoy.

And so when he got home,he made sure Yuji was asleep and proceeded to spend the rest of the night thinking and spawning ideas about a song that describes his feelings and what they meant to him but to you as well.

/cliffhanger/

An: i have been fucking trying to post this for like the longest but if it finally works then let go! Anyway i know this probably arent peak to me at least,But i hope yall like this. They is gonna be part three.

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first work of 2025!

[bugbachelor]

when it comes to the Trix's looks the general fandom interpretation that Stormy is the least feminine style wise out of the Trix continues to baffle me. because there's a lot of things canon is very vague about, but this is one of the few instances where canon is doing the exact opposite and Yet it's still such a common interpretation

to be fair, i think people tend to take her more abrasive louder personality and then draw from it that she should also be the most practically and sporty dress wise in the group and so on

and as a hc it's whatever, it's just really one of those instances where it's clearly the opposite in canon and people seem to genuinely gloss over it, when it's arguably such a funny aspect of her character

Darcy is the one that's always dressed the most practical on top of her hippy inspired fit. she's the only one wearing pants, both in her witch and civillian outfit. (she also knows how to ride a hoverbike for some unexplained reason. which the winx had to slowly learn in s3. some not elaborated skill going on here)

Icy's style moves closer to the preppy, formal ranges, with her collared top - tight skirt - high boots look. the tied back (up) hair also helps. and also the cape. she's got a cape in her witch form, can't stress enough how much of a fashion choice that is on her part

and Stormy's look is just giving summer party. like, it is. you've got a lot of flowy and wrapped fabric, and her open heels (which are a statement piece when your entire power is wind and storms and you're signature fighting style consists of rain, lightning, and tornadoes)

out of them Stormy is dressed the most feminine And impractical at all times. ranging from being completely committed to skirts/dresses to preferring the party club look when her whole bit is hostile weather

actually, it's not even just a Trix thing i think Stormy is just genuinely dressed kind of not occasion appropriate even for a witch in general

this is apparently the general cloudtower/witch fashion

and Stormy pulls up to the wannabe goth convention with her breezy, flowy summer fit with ribbons both on her skirt, top, And on her open toed summer heels. those especially are kind of a bizarre choice on her part, since the predominant fashion trend seems to be boots, ideally pointy. kind of a mix between what Icy and Darcy are wearing. absolutely no one is wearing sandals or even open heels, style wise they're much closer to something Stella or Flora tend to go for even

Stormy is just fully committed to her sunny weather fit which i kind of have to respect

but i'm also mildly intrigued about the why of it? is that her genuine style preference and she just gives absolutely no fucks about what's in or expected witch fashion in general? or is the perpetual good weather fit some inside joke to her with her powers literally being 'bad' weather?

logistically in universe though, would there be some line you shouldn't cross with how much your shoes can look like you bought them from the same store Stella goes to? especially with how image focused and competitive the cloudtower environment seems to be. or would her style just read as completely out of fashion at cloudtower and this is just current fashion trends? we'd never find out because even if people Would have thoughts about it they would definitely not be voicing it to a senior classmate that's one of Griffins top students and can summon actual tornadoes. at that point you really could just do whatever you wanted (which, i mean the Trix already do that)

the take away just ends up being that Stormy clearly doesn't care about a) expected witch fashion, and/or b) what's weather appropriate. and yeah, does fit her character, i think she really would just do whatever she wanted and if that's the ribboned summer shoes that's what it is

(also, sure the flowy ribbons are a kind of funny fashion choice for her, but also, given how wind makes up almost half her powers, they're kind of a good one. those have to be so fun when you're walking or flying around and wind is blowing them everywhere. i get her)

[aringofsalt]

roomie's been watching below deck so.... au time?

the 118 as a yacht crew. bobby is the captain obviously. hen's the first mate (google tells me this is called officer of the watch? first officer? idk she's second in command) with eddie and ravi as deckhands. chim is usually chief steward, maddie is usually the stewardess. buck just took over as chef.

but chim and maddie just got married and are taking off for their honeymoon, so bobby's called in a favour and brought in tommy and lucy to fill in as stewards (maybe he and lucy run a plane tour thing but this is the off season so they were happy to fill in for the extra cash)

bobby, hen, and chim have all worked with tommy before he moved on to whatever it is he and lucy do. the way they talk about him they obviously like and respect him, but they make him sound like a total hardass, super dedicated. so buck is expecting a dude like, older than bobby, maybe, some grizzled no-nonsense old man who takes no shit and runs a tight ship.

and then the person who shows up is, well, tommy. of course he's amazing at his job and a stickler for the rules (when he wants to be, anyway...) but he's also far younger than buck was expecting and really funny and sarcastic in a way he can appreciate.

they have a charter and it goes pretty smoothly, they get along alright for the most part but tommy seems to be focusing on buck, actively looking for things he's doing wrong. in his mind he's trying to help, he knows bobby loves this kid and it's his first time running the kitchen on his own so if he can point out things to fix, why shouldn't he help the kid improve? but he never actually says that that's why he's doing it, so on buck's end he just kinda feels picked on and it stings a little. tommy gets on super well with hen and bobby, he even bonded pretty quickly with eddie, and obviously he and lucy are a tight little team, so buck feels like the odd one out, and of course he's not going to examine why he wants tommy's attention on him, right?

but all in all the first charter goes smoothly. the second is where things get dicey. it's a bunch of older women who basically just want to drink and dance for four days without their husbands and kids and they are all obsessed with the men on board. they love bobby, but he of course spends most of his time captain-ing, so eddie and tommy get the brunt of it just because they are the most available. they make requests like wanting them to serve dinner shirtless and stuff which bobby draws a hard line on.

but there's one woman in particular who really takes a shine to buck. any time she can corner him, she does, asking him questions and making special requests and just generally being a nuisance. he's not a fan of the attention especially since he's feeling under a microscope with tommy but she's a guest so he's as polite as he can be while focusing on his job.

maybe she corners him one night, super drunk from dinner, trying to kiss him. buck got in shit for having a little fling with a passenger once before, so when tommy comes in and sees what's going on, he's sure he's getting fired, even though he's trying his hardest to get her off of him without hurting her. but tommy surprises him: instead of buck getting in trouble, he's telling her to get away from him and get out, and that he's going to tell bobby she's harassing the crew, and she better go sleep it off because she'll be off the ship in the morning.

to buck's surprise, she listens, and then tommy's checking on him, making sure he's okay, and buck is like what the fuck? i thought you didn't like me? and tommy's just blinking at him like of course i like you?? i've been trying to bond with you and give you advice???

they talk more over the next couple days—the woman does indeed get kicked off, and the other guests tip them very well because they feel guilty—and when the guests leave and they're let loose on shore for a night, they basically ignore the rest of the crew and flirt outrageously. lucy, eddie, and hen have a little betting pool going on over who's going to break first but they disappear in the blink of an eye so nobody sees who makes the first move.

the next morning they proudly stumble out of tommy's room together and they're pretty much inseparable for the rest of tommy's time on board.