#so i may get some things wrong/misspelled

[numberonetacostan]

ONE HEADCANON FOR EVERY II CHARACTER!

Hello everyone!!!!!^^ For a little holiday season special, I’ve typed out a little headcanon for every character!!! By character I mean contestants + host + assistants!!!!! Sorry to all the Nick Le fans out there, he is not included. Since everyone is here, there are characters I may not know as well as my main roster, so if I get anything like, objectively wrong, feel free to let me know!!!^^ Please enjoy!!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

Apple- Her favorite song is Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan. She doesn’t really understand the lyrics but she really likes ponies!!!! I also think she’d start misspelling her name as “Appell” pretty often after she finds the song. 

Balloon- The first thing Suitcase does with her prize money is buy him a poetry book. He is so very moved by this and writes her dozens of poems with various styles he sees in the book within a few days. He’d read from the book and his own works to Suitcase every night before they go to bed. Some others could join in for a nice bedtime story :). 

Baseball- Once, while the hotel was under construction, Baseball fell down the stairs. And then kept rolling. And rolling. And bouncing. And rolling some more. Overall it set construction back two weeks and Paintbrush broke their leg trying to help stop him. Baseball was banned from the hotel until the elevators were finished. 

Bomb- He can’t eat spicy food. As in he’s banned from eating spicy food. If he gets too hot, he can accidentally set himself off, so despite his claim that he has a great spice tolerance, he is not allowed anywhere near the hot sauce. He doesn’t complain about the ban anymore post-canon, too risky, yeah? 

Bow- She watches so very many makeup tutorials, but being a ghost, can’t practice any of it on herself. That is, unless she possesses someone, like Marsh who would be very easy to put makeup on relative to other objects!!! She’d probably get pretty good at it, after some time, and Marsh would have some lovely new eyeshadow looks every day! 

Knife- He has a longer ghost tail than Dough and Bow do, so I propose him wrapping said tail around people and things he likes!!! Wraps around Pickle when they’re standing next to each other, wraps around Suitcase’s handle when they’re together, etc.!!! He’d get rather flustered if anyone called him out on it. 

Lightbulb- Gives incredible hugs. Incredible. How does an object made of glass and metal give such cuddly, warm hugs? Nobody knows. Sometimes she’ll turn herself on during the hug to make it extra warm!! As long as the person she’s hugging closes their eyes, it really elevates the already sacred experience of a Lightbulb hug. Luckily for everyone else, she is always happy to give one!^^

Marshmallow- She’s still pyrophobic after having been burnt all those years ago. As a very flammable marshmallow, fire would be scary to her anyways, but after having been roasted it’s a whole other story. She’d rather freeze than get close to a fire, but that’s not a problem since there’s a certain fruit always willing to warm her up with a hug <3!!

Nickel- He became very, very, very nervous to give his apology to Suitcase after she blew up Cobs and ate his corpse. He was planning to apologize either way, but clearly Suitcase could absolutely obliterate him if she wanted to do so, which means this apology has to be quite good or else. He has a serious amount of respect for her now. An upgrade, I’d say. 

OJ- His favorite Pokémon is Charizard. It’s orange, it’s very popular, OJ loves it. I know Justin has made a list of the contestant’s favorite Pokemon, but I have not read it in a while so Charizard it is!!!

Paintbrush- Experiments a lot with their image after season 3, mostly by dyeing their bristles with paint!!! Lightbulb helps :3!!! And by helps I mean makes it silly and very fun. Maybe she puts a little dot between Painty’s eyes to give them a “nose”. I think they’d try a solid color first, then maybe a fade, and eventually dye the nonbinary flag into their hair!!! They slay it of course. 

Paper- Pickle once wrote “Property of OJ” on Paper’s back and he didn’t notice for three days. No one told him it was there. When he asked everyone why in the world they would not inform him they said it was because they all thought OJ had written it and he was keeping it because he liked it. OJ did not know why Paper avoided eye contact with him for a week that one time but he did not like it. 

Pepper- Hotel OJ head chef. Yeah you heard me. Let me cook by letting her cook!! Salt wouldn’t like cooking, too much work, so this is something Pepper could enjoy on her own!! And it would be the sole reason that OJ has not yet kicked Salt out of the hotel- if he does than Pepper might be too sad to cook, and with the depressingly low amount of hotel residents that can make food, and the even smaller amount who are willing to make enough food for everyone, they need her. And, if Payjay help out, they can spend more time with her and get to know and enjoy her presence without Salt ruining it!

Pickle- With some help from Tea Kettle and Pepper, he makes Knife a new Dora doll post-finale, since it vanished with the rest of the stuff made by MeLife. He lets Knife possess him if he wants to hug the doll, but it also gets possessed by Knife so he can hug Pickle. Ah shit sorry my Knickle got all over the headcanon dang it. 

Salt- I headcanon her as the only cisgender, straight, alloromantic (I think that’s the right term?) member of the cast. Basically the only one who isn’t queer at all. But uh an actual headcanon for the ~60 or so Salt fans out there, both she and Pepper sleep with those little hair bonnets on to keep their salt and pepper from falling out of their heads in their sleep. 

Taco- This one is fitting for the winter season!! Taco is afraid of snow. Like, straight up terrified. I think she would grab a bunch of blankets and hide in the vents of the mansion whenever it snows, so she can be inside of the inside, as far and safe from the snow as she can be!! Having been homeless for years, she’s had some miserable experiences with hypothermia after it snows, and now that she has a home to live in, she’ll be staying inside until all the snow has melted. 

Mephone- I think he should have a pet bug post-canon. A little beetle or something that just chills on his head and feasts on the many crumbs he gets on himself while he eats. An intelligent one, like Baxter!!! Since we know Mephone will be stepping up into the more ‘big brother’ sort of role for 3GS, I think the bug would be a good outlet for Mephone to talk about his more intense feelings, specifically revolving around Mepad and the contestants. I also think, following his very creative naming of the contestants, the bug would be named Buggy. 

Box- I think she would be an insomniac. After years and years of living in an empty, timeless void-space thing, she’d have a lot of trouble getting to sleep!! She’d definitely need the whole works, warm milk, cheese, lullabies, etc., etc., just to get to sleep, and even then she probably wouldn’t sleep for very long. A lot of nightmares on this one, yeah? 

Cheesy- I think he’d actually quite enjoy eating cheese, as long as it’s not a chunk like he is. He’ll eat nachos, pizza, mozzarella sticks, grilled cheese, etc., etc., but he will not eat cheese cubes. He’d make approximately 5 cannibal jokes every time he does this, and this average goes up to 8 if Pickle is around. 

Cherries- They give Toilet their old Mepad mask post-canon, to try and make him feel better. Toilet might hang out with them a bit more after this- they can do some drawing together!! The more prank-buddies, the merrier, yeah? 

Dough- He eventually did get the recording of Bow saying that he was her brother!! Was it a cut-off version of her denying it yet again (though this time more playfully than anything)? Yes. Does that make him any less happy about having it? No. 

Fan- Out of everyone, he’s the most upset about II ending, and wants to find a new special interest!! He’d try a whole bunch of things, games, music, movies, TV shows, art, and I think it would be funny if he settled on the ii-universe equivalent of Survivor, since it was such a big inspiration for II!! He’d also occupy himself with being very interested in whatever Test Tube is doing and cheering her on!!! Also being a good Dad to Bot!!^^

Microphone- Has, on occasion, accidentally had her volume button pressed in her sleep and woke not only herself but everyone in the vicinity up with her snoring. The first time it happens post-canon it takes her a half-hour to get a very startled and scared but very sleepy and confused Taco to come out from her hiding spot under the bed. 

Soap- Her soap is french vanilla and rose scented!!! She’d find her own scent rather pleasant, yeah? I think being empty for her would have a similar effect on her as it does on objects like OJ and Test Tube, though if she’s in a real pinch she will use her own soap to get clean!! Letting someone use her soap would be a sweet gesture of love/appreciation from her!!!

Suitcase- Balloon would write her a lot of poems once they’re back together post-canon, and she’d keep them all inside of her!! She’d keep a lot of special little gifts from important people inside of her. The stone that Knife set beside her the first time they spoke on the docks, a dried flower bracelet from Box, whatever suits her fancy! (Get it? Ge- ‘cause she’s a suitcase? okay ill leave).

Test Tube- I think she would make phones for everyone post-canon!!!^^ It’s a big island, yeah? And they really need to be able to contact each other in case of emergency, with them being able to truly die now. She could make a functioning rocket out of a vending machine, I fully believe she could make however-many functioning phones out of what she can find on the island. (Or even better, Mepple HQ. I think they all should loot it.)

Tissues- He likes coding :) I personally hate coding, because I sucked at it in school and never want to look at one of those evil “easy kids coding” websites ever again. HOWEVER coding is something he could still do while he’s feeling sick, most of the time!! And we have quite a few gamers living in the hotel, so it would be a great way for him to connect with others!!!

Trophy- He always enjoyed photography as a hobby, but very much threw himself into it after being freed from the elimination closet. After months of seeing nothing but the snotty closet walls, he had a lot more appreciation for scenic and natural photographs. He’d hang a lot of them on the wall of his room to look at as he sleeps, since the rooms don’t have windows. 

Yin-Yang- This one is from my partner @galacticrain!! Because I consider them my resident yin-yang expert^^ Yang isn’t actually gluten free, like he says in season 2 episode 5, he just knew that Yin would confess to the eating of Dough if he put any ounce of pressure on him to tell the truth. 

Mepad- Another cold weather hc! As a Mepple device, he doesn’t really get cold! However, during their first winter together, Toilet worries that Mepad has no winter clothing!!! He buys Mepad one of those super fluffy, pink cases. Mepad does not take it off for months, until his systems start to overheat because of it. 

Toilet- I think he would be rather curious about what having limbs is like. He wouldn’t be particularly upset about his own lack of limbs, just curious!^^ He would ask Mepad about his legs, (try to) ask Mephone about his arms, and maybe make a little doodle of himself with a lot of limbs. A biblically accurate Toilet, if you will.

Blueberry- I like to think his white eyes glow a bit. He functions best in pitch-black darkness, yeah? So imagine you’re walking in the dark and two white eyes are staring at you from the depths. He would love scaring people with it, I think. 

Bot- Hanging out with everyone post-season 3 finale and even more so post-canon, they discover that they really do love videogames, similar to what they told Cabby!! They would absolutely dominate in fighting games, and would main R.O.B. in Super Smash Bros.!!! A fellow robot with a 3 letter name? Sign them UP. 

Cabby- She is endlessly fascinated by how Taco’s arms work. They just…go back in? How? Could she pull them out backwards? Both on the same side? Could she reverse them? Taco does not know either, and the two of them spend a full day together just trying to figure out how they work. Cabby gets a lot of new info about them, and Taco in general, after that :). I’m projecting but I think Cabby would be curious too.^^

Candle- Her meditation training post-canon is what keeps like half the cast from losing their minds after everything that happens. She is very very much needed after… all that. Meditation would help her too, of course, in the way that it usually does, but being so helpful would probably make her feel better than that. 

Clover- She was once blown across the entire island because someone dropped a penny on the ground. It was a particularly shiny penny, though, and the year was one her many, many lucky numbers!!

Goo- My little fella!!! Uh obviously he and Bot would make comics together. They like to draw, he likes to write, it’s perfect!!!! They could help him condense his writing down into a comic format as well!!! They could also make fanart and fanfics together!!! Goo would be a shipper I think he already ships Silver and Painty if you sit that little guy down in front of Steven Universe he will explode. 

Lifering- With everyone losing their immortality post-canon, he quickly becomes one of the most popular among the contestants. Twisted your ankle? Go see Lifering. Migraine? Go see Lifering. Ate the mushrooms that Taco very clearly told you were poisonous? Hurry to Lifering!! He’s happy to be of so much help, but gives some long and rather informative lectures on proper safety checks. 

Silver Spoon- Fills his room with candles. Particularly purple ones. And ones scented with lavender and chamomile. He’ll go on and on about how much he loves candles. Particularly purple ones scented with lavender and chamomile. No one can tell if Candle is trying to politely turn him down or really hasn’t noticed. He progressively gets more and more obvious with his candle collection and nearly sets a building on fire. 

Tea Kettle- #1 Nickloon shipper. I’m serious. Whether they get together or not, she ships it. I don’t think she’d be pushy about it, insistent that they get together if they’re interested in other people, but… we know silly Nickel, always chasing a Balloon. And if he needs a little help catching it, TK will be there in a flash!!!! She’d make them a little romantic picnic complete with hors d’oeuvres! 

The Floor- My guy The Floor still visits Mephone almost daily post-canon. I really don’t see the guy being super upset or holding a grudge over Mephone having made him. He’s pretty cool, if he does say so himself!!^^ And they’re buddies, anyways, so Floory would want to check in on him after his abusive father killed everyone and then was exploded!!!! He might even befriend 3GS while he’s at it :).

[scummy-writes]

2025 Simp Calendars Are HERE!

Going on strong for another year, I'm sharing my yearly ikemen calendars with yall to print out for free! These calendars not only mark down ikemen birthdays (from select games) but they also have a slot for you to insert your own photo of whatever you'd like! I typically put ikemen.

They were made with my wallet in mind to be wary of when cyb*rd may drop birthday sale sets.

A special thanks to @natimiles for compiling a list of bdays across all the cybird games, it was very handy for me to use as reference! Another special thanks to @rjthirsty for helping me get the ikemen villains emblems to use on here.

Here is an example of Jan 2025! Beside it, an example of the december 2024 calendar printed out, because I'm too tired to print out jan 2025 tonight.

Download Links: Ikevamp/Ikepri/ikevil Calendar || Ikevamp Calendar || Ikepri Calendar || Ikevil Calendar || Blanks

Important Notes:

I've included a 2026 version of January!! Please do not get it confused with the 2025 January!!

This was made for fun, and I am not an artist at all, so there may be small imperfections and boring design choices. I am sharing since friends and followers were interested.

The size of the calendars overall are made to print on a full sheet of regular printer paper (8.5x11). (I highly recommend using cardstock if you have the option!) You should be able to use your computer’s default printing option to print these off fine.

The size for the customized photo window is 1129x1241 pixels. You should be able to edit this in any program designed for editing photos, I even tested it and made sure you could put in a photo using MS Paint!

Keep in mind that when printing, some printers may skew the colors a bit and make them either lighter or darker.

For the jp spoiler characters/newest characters in ikevamp and ikepri, their bdays are not listed. I don't have their emblems/crests so I could not add them. (for ikepri this is azel, matias, and kagari, I can't find a clean version anywhere for them)

For the JP spoiler characters in ikevil, however, I was able to get their emblems!

Ikevamp has no July birthdays, so there is just a blank calendar in the Ikevamp Only set. In the other sets, it will only show the Ikepri/ikevil bday for that month.

The same thing happens in june, but with ikevil instead.

If there is an issue like a misspelling or a suitor’s birthday being listed wrong, please let me know 🙏

If you enjoy this or end up using it, please consider reblogging or commenting! That way I can consider revisiting this in 2026 and trying to make improvements based on the interest.

If you super duper enjoy it and feel very generous, I do have a ko-fi link in my pinned post, but these are 100% free to download and do not feel pressured to do anything else.

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[tinydefector]

I BRING YOU RANDOM INFORMATION ABOUT LACTATION YOU DID NOT ASK FOR BUT I OFFER ANYWAY BECAUSE MARINE CENTRE AU INVOLVES ✨️the pregante ✨️ (misspelled on purpose)

So, one of the big things is that the baby doesn't just have their mouth on the nipple, but part of the boob as well. That, and if breastfeeding hurts, then something is wrong with either the position or something else. Along with this, colostrum is milk. Don't listen to anyone who says it isn't milk, they're lying.

Another thing is breast pumps! Some flange sizes for them are really hard to come by, especially smaller sizes. Those likely need to be specially ordered.

Also! Nipple shields exist and come in different shapes because, just like the boobs they're part of, nipples have different shapes as well.

Why do I have this information? My mother is a lactation consultant! She inflicts this information on me on a regular basis and has crochet boobs! I'm simply spreading her tiddy expertise to those who might need it for either writing purposes or real life purposes.

Hehehehehe, I love this. Fun fact along that line because I work with horses who just had foals, foals if they do not suckle within a few hours they will die due to not getting the Colostrum and antibodies they need. We had to actually hold my little girl up to suckle. But she's now over a month old and a very strong and playful foal.

(May have been planning on using this in this fic when you sent me this)

also all I can think is when mc has the pups it's just them looking stunned at these two little babies and then to Quin. "Bayley what am I supposed to do, this isn't a human back I can't just breast feed them can I?, wait I have to don't I or they won't get the Colostrum they need, fuck what am I mean to do??"

Dale: they have sharp little teeth I wouldn't want that at all.

Mc: actually they have retractable teeth.

The team: since when?!?!?.

Mc remembering finding out after getting eaten out by Bluestreak: uhhhhh

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Mc sitting on the beach nursery two very small pups as Bumblebee sits beside them excitedly cooing and wanting to hold one of the babies.

Mc: be gentle Bee they are still very small.

Bumblebee: 'I will guard them with my life they are my little bitties.'

Pups with very grabbing hands wanting to cuddle with Bee, turns into little pile of pups and yearling.

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Mc having waterlogged skin from having to sit in a pool for hours on end with the pups while both nursing and making sure they eat the tiny little fish they are feed.

Oceanides all watching throught the glass/ fence becuase they aren't allowed in, due to Quin fearing they might try and mate with MC again.

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Quin: congratulations your the first human to ever give birth to oceanides, that has been studied, and both pups are healthy and with no issues. On the other hand the oceanides didn't have any other pups this year.

Mc: your telling me I'm the only one who had pups, and I'm not even one of them!!.

Quin: Yes, turns out apparently the human body seems to cope better with pups than theirs do, on that note, Magic (mirage) may or may not have kidnapped a man who he thinks he can have a pup with"

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[imbree64]

TADC Headcanons (Updated)

So, I thought it would be fun to do parental headcanons for the amazing digital circus. (Also one question: Why does google misspell Gangle as Jungle?) Edit: I updated this so check out the new headcanons! :D

Let's start with you.

You were a naive child who was highly curious. Out of curiosity, you put on a headset. The next thing you knew, you couldn't remember anything. You kept having a constant feeling that something was wrong. You felt scared as you stood somewhat trembling on some sort of stage. But then, you see that someone has noticed you. Maybe they can help.

Let's move on to the characters

Pomni

Pomni looks flabbergasted upon seeing you. She definitely wasn't expecting to see a child in the circus.

Pomni starts to panic. But she calms down a bit and reaches out for you. It wasn't long before you followed her around feeling comforted by her presence. She starts to question your behavior.

She is obviously caught off guard by some 5 year old. But she begins to start acting like a worried mom.

If you wander off, Pomni will start to panic. She will grab anyone near her by the chest and yell "WHERE IS MY KID??!!!" She finally calms down when you show up or if she finds you. "OH THANK GOODNESS YOU'RE OK!" is her reaction to finally seeing you.

Pomni is now extra careful during adventures because she wouldn't want to lose you.

Jax

Jax acts uninterested in you at first, and shrugs it off as some joke by Caine. That is, until you start to follow him around. This annoys him a lot.

He will repeatedly try and get rid of you, but Caine will just teleport you back to him. It may take weeks to make him get used to you.

He first notices your imprinting on him when you not only follow him, but laugh when he pranks someone.

Eventually, Jax will become protective and loving towards you. If there is danger near by, he will sprint away with you either flailing behind him as he carries you, or with you held tightly to his chest. Either way there is a very high chance that you will throw up the moment he puts you down.

He gives you an Ipad with educational games, and it keeps you occupied. Jax uses this as an excuse to get a break from you.

There is no doubt that he will teach you how to be a menace like him.

Jax also likes to tease you with scary stories. But if he makes you cry, you're being carried for the rest of the day.

Jax will eventually just hold you like a plushie when he sleeps. He also made a separate bed for you incase you need space.

He can tell if your having a nightmare. If he sees that, he will grab you and you will secretly sleep with him for the rest of the night.

Ragatha

Ragatha is worried about you. After comforting you for a bit, she begins to show her motherly figure towards you.

She plays lullabies on the piano to help you sleep. She will always be there to comfort you.

If someone throws a weapon at you, Ragatha will track down who did it, and kick their shins. XD

Ragatha makes knitted plush toys for you. She also scolds Jax way more often so that he won't prank you at all.

Gangle

Gangle is shocked upon seeing you. She panics a little breaking her own comedy mask. After that she will start rambling while sobbing that she's too young to be a mother.

Once she calms down, she takes you in. She absolutely loves cuddling you.

Gangle will let you draw with her. Your first drawing was this:

Upon seeing your drawing she starts having a mental breakdown of happiness.

4. She makes you a comedy mask of your own. Now you can be twinsies! :D

Kinger

Kinger is oblivious to you, until you say hi and he screams

He lets you follow him into his impenetrable fortress, but then he forgets you're there and screams again. "AAAÆÆÆ- Oh! Little guy! You startled me!"

He lets you sleep with him in his fortress and shows you his insect collection.

He is overjoyed to be a dad. He loves teaching you about insects and stuff. You sometimes hide in his robe, and when someone asks where you are, you peek out like a kitty.

He will give you piggyback rides.

Zooble

Despite their sarcastic personality, Zooble is concerned for you. They take you in and start telling you about an absolute jerk known as the easter bunny. Well you fell for it. And when you call Jax the easter bunny, Zooble starts laughing

They get beyond pissed when someone makes you cry. They will track down the person who bullied you and strangle them.

Zooble will instead of saying they refuse to go on the adventure, they will say "Sorry, guys. If anyone needs me, I'll be in my room with the little squirt."

Caine

"My my! It's seems like a new human has entered this realm! ... A small one!"

Caine has to get parenting information into his data since he is an Ai. He entertains you with magic tricks.

He let's you sit on his lap while the two of you watch the adventures progress.

"No no no my dear! We can't have any of that rude language around here!" is his reaction to you insulting someone.

You sometimes steal his hat, but you are so cute, that Caine won't get mad at you. But he will still take his hat back from you.

That's all!

[ilsolefiesta]

random astrological jam

just some absolutely random thoughts I had today while working:

♥ the strongest "mothering mother" I've ever seen is the 4th house Leo Sun with Cancer IC. we all know how lionesses protect their cubs. this quality goes to extremes when one of the most family-oriented signs rules the family house... my aunt has this placement, and she is so passionately devoted to our family. sometimes, she gives me the vibes of Dominic Toretto. we also laugh about how she can change the subject of literally any conversation to her daughter. - the weather is getting worse. - my daughter once became ill during such weather... - wow, his sport skills are amazing. - you know, my daughter used to be a captain of baseball team when she studied at school. - I think there's something wrong with my stomach. - you even have no idea what terrible diarrhea my daughter once had. (her daughter is around 30 already...)

♥ people with strong mutable placements, how often do people tell you that you seem taller than you actually are? or they thought that you were in fact taller than you are?

♥ having Cancer ASC and/or the Moon in the 1st house, along with Scorpio Sun, really creates an "angel in disguise" impression. people with these placements look SO DAMN innocent but then you begin to know them better...

♥ it’s so funny how strong Leo placements can be so obvious in their “godly” self-perception, to the point where you can't even be angry with them. my friend has a Leo stellium (Sun, Mars, Mercury). it was my birthday, so we were planning to have a party at a restaurant. she was the only one who arrived late, and it took her more than 30 minutes after the planned time. and the first thing she said when she arrived wasn’t “happy birthday” or “sorry for being late” etc. it literally was:

- just look at me. I look so damn gorgeous today, don’t you think so?

I thought I was going to die laughing.

♥ aspects of Mercury with Uranus/Chiron can make a person having a rhotacism or some other difficulties with pronunciation. for example, my former classmate and I both struggle with the letter "R" in our speech. however, my Mercury and Uranus form a trine, so people usually don't even notice it unless they are trying to listen for it intentionally. on the contrary, my classmate had a square between them. sometimes it was really hard for people to understand her.

♥ I believe that even though Capricorn ASC people may have other strong placements, they look their best wearing minimalistic clothes. like they are so self-sufficient that the rule "the simpler, the better" works for them 100% of the time.

♥ maybe it has another name in English or I misspelled it somehow (please let me know if you know what it's called). but I haven't seen any articles about Doryphory/Doryphoros and the Charioteer of the Sun in English. however, it's very popular among post-Soviet astrologers.

if you don't know, here's the idea: the Sun is the King, and Doryphory is its supportive power, like a squire. it's the planet that comes before the Sun. check it out. it can, together with the Ascendant, reveal the first impression from you. on the other hand, the planet after the Sun - the Charioteer - can show what you're remembered for in the end.

for example, my Sun is in the 1st house and the first planet behind (clockwise) is my 12th house Mars. I’m always told that I look like self-collected, confident go-getter at first glance. however, Mercury which goes after Sun usually leaves people feeling that I am overthinking and a little nervous. my sister’s Doryphory is Gemini Mercury (harshly squared, however). sometimes it really seems challenging for her to stop talking. she looks like such a chatterbox. however, people usually remember her for her good looks. her Sun is followed by Venus. as for my grandma, her Doryphory is Moon and the Charioteer is Mercury. she is the most prominent example of someone who often says or does something emotionally and then thinks about whether it was the right thing to do or not. Thank you for reading! Have a nice day! Picture credits: Pinterest

[dolliestfairy]

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Yuuji, Megumi, & Nanami with Chubby!fem!reader who is a Florist ✿⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ❁⸰ֺ⭑𔓘

𔓘 A/N : another jjk hcs again! :)) hope you like it ^^. if you like my writings, please give ne feedbacks & reblogs! tysm ✿

𔓘 Warnings : not that i aware of? probably some misspelled word and some cursing words. just jjk men falling in love and obsessed with u <3. reader skin color is not announced, this is a poc friendly :). enjoy!

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Dividers from @v6que . gifs are not mine!

𔓘 Yuuji

This boy loves you & ur talent sm!! like he love the way you decorate flowers and plants and stuff, it somehow can make him feel cozy.

everytime he had a anxiety or feeling unsure or smthing, he always thinking about you decorating ur plants & flowers, and somehow.. it manage to calm him down.

love you sm!! he really think he's the luckiest man to ever had someone like you (fax)

always try to keep you away from his dangerous duty, just so you will be fine.

and yes sukuna, that assh*le always tease you both like HELL. espesially yuuji like this man always tease him like "ur gf is so cute, may i have her?" and stuff, he's crazy.

but beside that, Yuuji really love you and your talent! you're everything he ever wanted for, and he manage to have you, and he wont let you down.

𔓘 Megumi

never in his wildest dream he would ended up with someone like you.

now dont get me wrong, he is never think about having someone like you, but that doesnt mean he doesnt love you, in fact - the opposite.

the first time he realize that he's falling in love with you, he think himself as someone who is unworthy to have you.

but as times goes by, that insecurities turned to be a Mad romantic love.

and he fucking loves you like hell, like he would burn this world for you if it necessary.

really love hate it when you tuck a flower in the back of his ears/on his hair.

but one thing is that.. he really love seeing you tuck a flower in ur own self, he thinks you look like a fairy.

he really love the vibes you gave. the smell of the flowers that is planted on your body, the way those butterflies surrounding you when you tuck a flower in your hair.

just like a dreamy, dreamy chonky fairy.

his chonky fairy*

Megumi Fushiguro's chonky fairy* <3

𔓘 Nanami

Think of you as the most beautiful maiden he's ever laid his eyes on.

this gentleman cant get you over his mind, i mean how could he? you're just so.. so.. beautiful..

the way you cared for each plants and flowers in your green house, the way you gently taking care one of those, one by one with such a patience..

everytime sometimes he dreamed about being your flowers or plants, getting taking cared of everyday.

the way he'll see you smile brightly at him every morning and afternoon and night...

you look just like a dream.

he think of you as you're the best thing that could happen in his life.

also.. did i mention that this gentleman really fucking loves you & that he would die for you?

[olderthannetfic]

There are some ppl who're really bitchy about having their name pronounced exactly the way it would be done in their language, even with people who have absolutely no linguistic connections with that language. Like people forget that not all languages are made from the same sounds and mouth and/or throat movements.

(Using one of my own names as an example.) Ppl doing dumb shit like "oh your name is Maria? Well that's tooooooo hard, how about I call you Marrrrryyyyyy teeeeheeee" is obvs absolute dumb shit people being dumb as shit. That's not even the correct name.

But I've also seen people just bitch about that their name was pronounced "Mah-ria" instead of Ma-ri-a" by someone who did try to get the name right, and then trying to make it a racism issue.

Most reasonable people probably won't give a shit if their name is pronounced "Mah-ria" instead of "Ma-ri-a" But some people will definitely blow a gasket even when their name gets pronounced as close as possible still, like"Ma-ri-ah".

Though I also had people who basically called me "May/Maya/Maia" and didn't seem to care much that that's not close to the pronunciation, and I doubt they did it because they wanted to be dumb shits, they just can't do the middle sound. So in the end I really don't care, since I know they're not doing it to be assholes and they still get what my name is.

The art is to distinguish between "dumb shit" and "says it wrong but doesn't do it to be a dumb shit"

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Yeah. There are always going to be a few people who just are unreasonably oversensitive about the existence of accents. I encounter them far less frequently than the ones who are frustrated by years of disrespect, but they're out there.

People constantly say my name differently from how I pronounce it since Mom tried to give me a German name nobody here has, then misspelled it, and I don't pronounce it in an authentically German way anybody could predict. However, I'm in the majority. When people mispronounce it (relative to my own pronunciation), it's purely because my name is actually weird and not because they're trying to get away with things or think minorities are wacky. I don't give a shit about that. But if they try to re-shorten my already shortened nickname to "Fran" or they try to call me "Frances" or some other name in the same family, then they are just being a pain. You know that's not what I'm calling myself. You have ears.

A fair amount of the time, you can tell when someone listened and is trying and when they haven't and are not.

[pebiejeebies]

Made her “normal” vs monster/bestial comparison!! + height comparison + color palette comparison

(This is an oc for the Objectfied comic au im making! I will explain her role soon..!)

(Adding this just in case you aren’t interested in reading my infodumping below :P I basically got a bit too excited and wrote down a lot of details abt her lol—)

The full sets of her pronouns jic: Xe/Xem/Xer/Xeirs/Xerself — She/Her/Hers/Herself

Aaand.. maybe I’ll sneak in a neopronoun :3c Cub/Cubs/Cubself

Now let’s get onto some character design study! Let’s start with her limbs!

I was going to make her limbs white, which aesthetically didn’t look nice, so instead of white limbs, I thought maybe I make it the colors OF the stripes, with the white slightly showing, and if your wondering how her limbs turn from normal to tiger.. let me demonstrate..!

That’s basically how her limbs change color, her limbs originally have dark stripes with a slightly lighter rest of the skin, depending on how much she turns into a tiger is how much the colors show!

The paws on the normal limbs are different from the tiger ones, I couldn’t make the paws the exact same color as the limbs so I made it lighter (since I didn’t show it in the reference above, I didn’t put it’s color in the palette)

Her tail completely shifts into nothing just like her fur on her neck, I thought it would be cool if I added small stripes along her neck where the fluff comes but I thought it was a little too much, since the limbs were already showing off the cool stripes, yk?

Plus, if you noticed, the more normal version of her is more awkward and shy, to the point she doesn’t even know what pose she should make! But the more she shows off her bestiality, the more confident and proud she is! Since tigers are very strong and confident, I thought it would be cool to make her lose/gain that confidence based on how normal/bestial she is!

Her claws can unsheathe, which is why I demonstrated it in the reference above btw

To disguise her stripes, she said she was just born with this “odd beauty mark pattern” which wasn’t exactly a lie, some people would fall for it, and some got suspicious but didn’t think too much about it

And uhh about my older sonas, (Fuorzy, Bookmark, and Portal) I’ll see which ones I’m gonna stick with since I think I’m losing my hype for Bookmark

And to end everything, she is one of my (favorite) sonas now, as she really shows off everything I have!

I am a white tiger therian, very VERY skinny, I have glasses (my old ones were circle glasses), freckles, I always feel confident and happy when I shift into Xue, aka my theriotype, and in reality I am a very shy and awkward person!1!

Soo.. WOAAH!! HI OBJECTIFED VERSION OF ME!! :D

I thought it would be such a perfect idea to add my theriotype in my sona because I got SO MUCH therian energy off of Dynamite! Which inspired me to make my own oc and lore and au and… yeah you get my point.. <:D (I actually shifted earlier today and yesterday after months of nothing which felt so refreshing, I thought I lost my connection for a while!)

Woah! That was a bit too much hahahahhahahaaaaaaa— uhh I hope this feeds you well! I think I got possessed by a grammar demon or something but wow I didn’t even misspell that much, I may have worded some things wrong but bear with me, it’s a struggle I deal with every day :,)

Ilysm if you are still reading this/p, I’d love any fanart of my ocs so tag me if you draw xer! <3

(Tagging @ch0cocrave, @facelessthefreak and @hollow8007 since y’all rebloged/commented on the first post <3)

[tylwer34567]

RGB Villians Headcannons

Since I'm on Christmas break and it's the end of the year, I wanted to end the year with Real Ghostbusters content that can keep me entertained (and hopefully others). So I'm doing this thing where I give the villians some headcannons. Credits to @silentshayshores-2 as I used their Headcannon Prompts template as a basis for this. I'll also include additonal notes for stuff that wasn't included in/me blabbering about the character. This , along with the upcoming posts, are open to discussion, so other's headcannons for a particular and suggestions for other ghosts/villians (even the less talked about) are welcomed. Also N/A is when I can't think of an answer to a prompt's question.

The Boogieman/Boogeyman

1. How do they feel about people shorter/taller than them? Boogey loves being taller than others, especially if they're his victims. Being tall makes him feel powerful (it also inflates his ego). If another ghost or being happen to be taller than Boogey (even by just an inch), he would be embarrassed and try to get the nearest source of fear to chug on, just to get a growth spurt

2. What are they like on social media? (What’s their username, profile pic, etc.) He's a boomer guys But seriously, if Boogey did use social media, he would be one of those fear mongering, drama obsessed YouTubers (*cough* Keemstar *cough*)

3. Their sexuality? Guy's definitely not straight that's for sure (in my humble opinion)

4. Preferred weather? Dark cloudy

5. What’s their sleeping schedule? He sleeps/semi-hibernates throughout the day and wakes up to do his business during the night

6. Favorite music? He strikes me as the type of person who has no true preference when it comes to music. One minute, he would love jazz, then the next he would be into heavy death metal

7. How’s their cooking? What cooking?

8. It’s movie night, what movie do they pick? Nightmare on Elm Street

9. How would they hold up in a pillow war? Boogey would destroy the war before it officially starts. By the time he's done, it would be a pillow massacre

10. What’s their sleeping position? Starfish position

11. Who do they go to for comfort? He doesn't like to admit it, but he goes to Samhain when he's upset after being captured and placed into the Ecto-Containment Unit. He sees Samhain as his true equal

12. Something small that they enjoy? The taste of someone's fear

13..How do they feel about physical contact by others? He doesn't enjoy the feeling of touch due to lingering pains from the proton streams

14. What is enough to bring them to tears? Probably Egon's death. Not because he cares about him, but because he's addicted to his fear.

15. Biggest pet peeve? When people spell his name wrong. He personally spells it as 'Boogieman', but it misspell by others as 'Boogeyman', 'Bogeyman', or even Bogart

16. How well do they take care of themselves? Pretty well. Boogey loves to pamper himself and he takes pride in looking his best to scare children

17. What’s something they like that may be surprising to others? All of the other ghosts in the Unit were surprised to find that he enjoys putting on makeup

18. Do they consider others family? He considers his minions to be like his wards, though this doesn't stop Boogey from being constantly frustrated by their incompetence

19. Any bad habits that they have? Everything

20. What’s their idea of a perfect vacation? A interdimensional resort where he could have a spa day

21. Do they get lost easily? Will they ask for directions if they are? No. But if he were to get lost, he would be too stubborn to ask anyone for help

23. The strangest thing they have ever seen? One day while testing his doors, he found one that when opening it reveal what seemed to be a dimension filled with strange colours and even more stranger wet noises echoing the area. Then he saw something he should not have and promptly close it.

24. How well do they accept advice? Boogey hates people giving him advice as it makes him feel as if he was treated like a child. Not even Samhain can give him advice without receiving a side eye.

25. How much do they swear? Boogey is 100% absolutely capable of swearing. Most people, including the Ghostbusters, think that he can only curse in a Saturday morning cartoon villain way (nincompoop, fool, etc). Boogey loves seeing people's reactions where he starts saying every swear word in the book.

26. How do they take advice given to them? He promptly throws it in the garbage

27. Do they like being in pictures? At parties he host, yes. By a human who caught him, no.

28. Is there anything they’re bad at? Bad at killing the Ghostbusters

29. What’s their morning schedule? See Question 5

30. Any past injuries? Although he heals quickly, he suffers from chronic pain thanks to the Ghostbusters' proton beams

31. Something that disgusts them? N/A

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Additional Notes

First Impressions: I really did not know what to expect. Before I even started watching the series on the Internet Archives, I kept getting recommendations for the Boogieman Cometh after watching Phelous' Real Ghostbusters videos. Imagine trying to find a video to watch and all you see is this Joker looking monster staring at you like he's contemplating about whether to eat you or not

Latest Impressions: OMG IT'S THE CLOSET GUY! IT'S BEST BOY! HE'S BACK!

Favorite Fanfictions Featuring Them: Where do I even start? Ok, there's Impossible Monsters by Robyn which is more like a Peter x Egon fic primarily, but Boogey does appear in it, starved and trying to get Egon to feed him (him starving is a popular trope for some reason). It's an old fic, but people have saved it thanks to the Archives

Link to fic: https://web.archive.org/web/20010221074014/http://web.wt.net/~myoll/im.HTM

There's my personal favorite RGB fanfic Perfect World by notgeorgelucas that's about the gang becoming rich and having perfect lives after the Containment Unit exploded. However (Spoiler Alert), it turns out that they along with everyone else were stuck in a dream created by the Sandman, who worked with Boogey and Samhain to escape in the first place. One thing that I love about this fic is how everyone is not really written the same. Here's some examples of what I mean:

“A brief struggle proved that they were too evenly matched, and so the Sandman instead proposed they pool their resources into escaping together. The Boogeyman, pathetically eager in his desperation to be free from these sterile confines, quickly agreed. Samhain, aloof and disdainful, considered the matter briefly and gave a quick nod of his pumpkin head.” and “After he was finished, the Sandman watched as the Boogeyman trotted upstairs on his twisted, hoofed legs, cackling insanely to himself as he searched for the nearest portal to his kaleidoscopic universe. Not surprisingly, Samhain was already gone to wherever he belonged. And good riddance, the dream master thought with a nervous nod of his oversized head; the living manifestation of Halloween had made him distinctly uncomfortable with his quiet, watchful ways.”

I just love how Boogey acts in the fic in general. He's clearly shown to be restless and needing to break free. It gets to the point of him canabilizing other ghosts in the Unit to feed as well as gain more power. He eagerly accepts Sandman's proposal and even put himself in harms way by letting the Ghostbusters blast him while Sandman use the oppertunity to put them in their restless slumber. He's won, albeit with help from Sand and Sam, but he was now finally free to do whatever he wanted to; to go back home, to feast on children's fears. He's finally free.

But it wasn't meant to last forever. Beacuse Sandman placed everyone and I mean everyone in an eternal slumber where they had happy dreams. No tormet, no sorrow, no fear. Boogey basically starved himself in this story. The worst part was that he had no one to turn to; he couldn't just ask Sandman to change it all back to normal and Samhain would have scoff him in his face and probably call him weak. The only person he could have gone to was ironically Egon. And he did so, yet everytime he entered Egon's dreams he would lose a huge chunk of power and Egon would wake up before anything else happened. That is until Egon finally open it. But by that point, Boogey's energy was gone and he was but a husk of himself:

"But the amusement faded when he saw what lay on the floor beside the open closet door.

It was waxy white, shriveled and trembling feebly as it hunched into a fetal position. Its clothing was ratty and threadbare, swallowing up the wearer with room to spare. Once‑glossy, ebony hair sat splattered on the sweat‑drenched forehead. And between horrible moans and sobs, one could just barely make out the words “help … me…”"

And so, Boogey dies, not with a bang, but with a whimper, surrounded by his enemies who ironically would not have escaped their dreams if it weren't for him.

You can tell that I love this fanfic Anyways here's the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42946674?view_full_work=true

The Wrong Closet to Enter by The Notorious Cyber Rex: Just a short, but cute fic about a girl named Diana being a nuisance to Boogey. Won't spoil it, but its funny and according to one comment it makes Boogey "look more adorable". Link here: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/4960110/1/The-Wrong-Closet-to-Enter

And finally there's An Option of Last Resort by Omorka: I love the concept of the Ghostbusters dealing with zombies in the apocalypse. But I also love that Boogey in this fic is just... drunk:

"Ray came off the basement stairs at a run, skidding to a halt in front of the window into the containment unit. Currently, it held the snoring form of the Bogeyman; its tongue lolled out of its mouth alarmingly.

“Oh, wow,” Ray breathed, “I bet that much fear, the whole island all at once, got through the containment field.”

One huge yellow eye opened and rolled around twice before focusing on Ray. “Indeed,” the Bogeyman answered; it sounded drunk, or perhaps hung over.

Egon folded his arms across his chest and snorted derisively. “From feast to famine, then.”

“That, too.” A huge blue tear welled in the corner of the open eye and dripped into the Bogeyman’s jacket collar. “Alas.”" Link here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/503724?view_adult=true

Favorite Ships: Boogey x anyone in general would be very cracky, but still I must ship. My main OTP for Boogey is him with Samhain (I created ship names for them like Bamhain and Fearful Autumn). They would act like a old married couple arguing about whose plan is better or what, but then would act sweet and wholesome when no one's looking. Then there's Boogey x Egon who I gave the ship name Begon. This ship is mostly for the lols and crackshipping, but its' funny to imagine a fanfic where Egon fake dates with Boogey just to show his family that the monster in his closet was real.

Favorite Images:

Song That I Associated with Them: Puttin' On the Ritz (Both by Fred Astaire and Taco)

Something I Don't Like About Them: Why was he green and orange in the NOW Comics. WHY?!?

Fun Facts:

Not only does he shares the same voice actor wit Ray, Slimer, and the Sandman, but also Fred Jones from Scooby-Doo, Megatron from Transformers, and lots of random animals in a bunch of cartoons.

He's named Fula Gubben (The Ugly Man) in the Swedish dub.

He's one of the few villains to refer to a Ghosbuster to his given name as he says Egon's name twice in The Boogeyman is Back.

His voice in the Boogeyman is Back is slightly different than in The Boogieman Cometh.

In The Boogeyman is Back, his eyes are shown to have a tint of white light (probably because he's using his powers to feed off of fear.)

He's referenced in Extreme Ghostbusters yet never appears in person.

He appears in the IDW comics as Rodefhiri, the first recorded Bogeyman, forces the Ghostbusters to face their deepest fears.

He orginally had a much different design than the final and ironic look he's known for today.

Final Statement: 100000/10. Best goat boy and best Ghostbusters villain Sorry Gozer

[velvetwyrme]

So Flipping Fate is my favorite Underfell Papyrus fic but what is your favorite UF! Papyrus fic?

AH 🥺❣️❣️ First off, thank you so much!! I'm glad you're enjoying Flipping Fate! :D!!!

Secondly, there's no need to apologize- my fav/s are definitely in the list you mentioned, but I'm more than happy to answer again here :]!! My favorite UF!Papyrus fic has GOTTA BE Thunderstruck. Absoluuuutely killer characterisation and development, delicious interactions and writing... I love it dearly 💖

Other notable fics (probably also in the list lololol) include; A Smile from the East and Roadside Attraction. ASftE made me fall in love with UF!Pap back in the old days of fandom, and Roadside Attraction made me adore him once again when I returned.

And since you asked so nicely, here are some more (sfw) UF!Pap/Reader recs that. also may or may not be in the list idk I didn't actually go back and check lol

Becoming Edge is a fic all about finding yourself and your identity through fashion and was instrumental in me doing the same. Really sweet!!! Pastel goth Edge... my beloved.

And speaking of pastel goth- My Soulmate is a Pastel Goth (And Other Concerns) is a enemies-to-friends-to-lovers fic with the added elements of Soulmates ✨! Love me some tempestuous soulmate fic. (Note: this fic also features Fem!Frisk as Sans' soulmate in the bg, so if you're not a fan, that's something to note ^^! Fr//ans isn't quite my thing, but tbh I'm really interested in seeing how things turn out for them here!)

Between a Rope and a Wrench, or; this skeleton is buying a lot of really weird, suspicious stuff but you will help him get it because it's your job and later because you're his friend. (Also, you choose his friendship over the possibility that you may become an accomplice in murder.)

Sound of Blooming... MAFIAFELL 💥💥!!!! It's been a bit since I read it but it's in ny bookmarks so... :3c!

A Home for Mending Souls is actually a UF!Bros/Reader, but it still counts. It's really good!! Healing from trauma! Soft moments! Slowly opening up to one another!

Till it Brews Over is a coffee shop AU where you purposefully misspell the name of your asshole regular, who just happens to be one edgy skeleton.

Also for additional fics that star UF!Pap that I enjoy/have enjoyed:

While I was looking for one of these fics it led me to realise that I STILL haven't read Fight Me! (by MsMk- not be confused with Fight Me! by Little_old_lady, which uses the same premise and is also really good, but it features FS!Sans instead of UF!Pap) Anyway, this is truly a travesty because they're a fantastic writer and I can only assume it got lost in my various open tabs >>"!! [Addition while drafting: I LOVE IT he's so sulky... I'm staring warily at the chapter count though. So much time for things to Go Wrong]

I actually really like UF!Pap in Bitty Hunt- his characterization is very much... reminiscent of that era of fic, but all the scenes with him in it are ones that have been seared into my brain !!

Another new-ish fic that I'm enjoying UF!Pap in is Honey Lemon Tea, which the summary succinctly describes it as "Papyrus finds his Grillby's... in the form of a very plain coffee shop.", and which I will less-succinctly describe it as "Anti-harem with a delightfully mysterious barista, with the obligatory awful gf"

Edit: I cannot figure out why for the life of me but the formatting looks REALLY weird on my end, but in the editor it's fine?? So if it looks weird/out of order to you please excuse this post, it seems to be some Tumblr Fuckery

[mayweneverdie]

TILLY JACKSON HCS CAUSE FACK YOU!!

I saw your post @hushguts

Here ye go

Erm… no beta read

Has many items from her time with the gang and keeps them in a beautiful box.

Things like pictures, trinkets, and the occasional accessory that may or may not have been stolen by another gang member off a train.

Has the biggest sweet tooth ever

Cannot for the life of her turn sweets down.

Her favorite would be those little chocolate covered walnuts on the pretzel with sea salt caramel chocolate in a close second.

Helps Mary-Beth’s writing by proofreading, but can be biased and say it’s really good cause she loves Mary-Beth (It has twenty run on sentences, three misspellings, and a made up word).

But who’s to say she can’t do that? Shakespeare did, so can Mary-Beth!

Often basks in the sun all day long. Or until Miss Grimshaw gets on her ass about it.

If she were to show interest in you, she’d be more open than Mary-Beth, but less obvious than Karen.

Would offer some of the sweets she had Arthur get from the store to you and sit with you in the sun.

Very observant of things you do and acts accordingly.

If you seem to accept her small advances, they’ll eventually become more and more obvious.

Complimenting you more, offering help with patching clothes, or just enjoying your presence more.

But if you seem to shy away or reject her advances, she’d be a bit upset but would respect your feelings and tone things down.

Her love language would be quality time I think.

She just loves hanging out with the people she cares for!

A bit of modern hc! (temping-andromeda has me in a modern hc brain rot)

I like to think that in the modern era, she’d pursue a degree in law like her husband did.

Wants to help those wronged by bad people after the whole Foreman Brothers fiasco.

But if that didn’t work out, I think she’d like to pursue a career with sweet things. Maybe baking or candy making.

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I LOVE TILLY JACKSON!!! RAAAHHH

[rose-riot-johnson]

Well my Tumblr Peeps... I didn't think I was gonna write this, however because of atleast a couple of the fanfics I recently written, a fanfic or a few I have read, some thinking for maybe the last few days or so, I just felt inspired about writing a fanfic about a particular Blue Lock character I have written about before... And I'm starting to feel maybe I can write more about Rensuke Kunigami (fanfic wise)😃👍While I was gonna write a fanfic about the reader being a fanfic writer for a crossover fanfic I was thinking about writing and I did have thoughts of writing that for a couple different Blue Lock characters I have yet to write about, however my heart is telling me to write about the reader being the fanfic writer with Rensuke Kunigami in this type of fanfic⚽😁👍

*Note: From just realizing that I may have misspelled any part Rensuke's name for the 1st fanfic I have written about him, I sincerely apologize for it😅I get it's a minor thing to apologize, however I just figured I'd mention it😅And this fanfic contains 1 or more long paragraphs😅

⚽📝Being A Fan Of Someone, Who Turned Out To Be Your Biggest Supporter📝⚽((Adult) Rensuke Kunigami x Female Reader)

Genres: Fluff, Cuddling, Kissing, and Fanfic mentions in the fanfic (Warning⚠️: Manga Spoiler(s))

When you and Rensuke Kunigami first met eachother, he was a professional football (which some people call soccer) player and you became a huge fan of his. After every football match (which some people refer as soccer (ball) game), considering you madesure to attend the football matches (some call it soccer (ball) games) he was playing at, you talked to him and he also has been opening up to you more about his time in the Blue Lock program, his opportunity to walk into the "Wild Card" door, what happened while he was in there, and the aftermath of returning from the "Wild Card" door. While he admitted to you that this is how and why he became the football (some people call it soccer) player that he is today, however he has shown to treat you very kindly, so the both of you decided to exchange cellphone numbers and both you and Rensuke have began your relationship together, since then.

A few years went by, as you and Rensuke Kunigami are still together in your relationship with him. You're even wearing your engagement ring he got for you, as the both of you have been engaged (up to reader's imagination how long ago Rensuke Kunigami has proposed to you (no longer than four years and 6 months ago and no shorter than five months ago, however)) ago. The thing is he thought he knew everything about you.

One day while Rensuke Kunigami was on vacation from professional football (some people call it soccer (ball)), as he notices you left your (laptop or cellphone screen on), while confused what social media platform you are on. While he doesn't usually snoop into your business when it comes to your stuff on your laptop and your cellphone, however he did start to get concerned about another name that is part of what you're trying to put in a post, so he figured he wanted to try to get to the bottom of what you're trying to do. Once he started to snoop on your (laptop or cellphone), he notices that name he was pertaining a character you like and he clearly read the word "reader" in it.

Once you got out of the bathroom you caught Rensuke Kunigami snooping on your cellphone, as you were confused (especially about if you should be upset or giggle or etc...), knowing it's very unlike of him to snoop into your personal stuff, including your laptop and cellphone. You then asked, "Rensuke... What are you doing, snooping my (laptop or cellphone)? Am I doing anything wrong?". He then grined and answered, "Ofcourse you didn't do anything wrong, cutie... I was just a little concerned about you, considering that I saw a name, which I thought something happened between you and a particular person, so I had to see, if someone was bothering or anything and come to find out, you seem to be writing a fanfic about a character x reader type of fanfic... I kinda find that cute... I didn't know you write fanfics on (social media platform up to the reader's imagination)...", before (closing your laptop or putting your cellphone down).

The next thing you did was replied, "I still feel that's not a good reason for you to snoop on my (laptop or cellphone), however I appreciate your concern... Anyways I'm glad you liked that I'm writing the fanfic, Kunigami... I'm not exactly the greatest at writing fanfics, however I really wanted to write them for fun, feeling inspired by other fanfic writers with the fanfics they have written, and I wanted to try to make everyone else's days and/or nights from writing the fanfics I have written and wanted to write like the other fanfic writers made my (day and/or night) with the fanfics they have written when I first started reading fanfics through (social media platform up to reader's imagination), since this was my first time reading fanfics in general, honestly...", before you started blushing. Rensuke Kunigami then replied back, "I actually find your reasons of writing fanfics pretty cool... The only thing is you can't just act like you're not confident with your own writing, sweetness... I actually think you're amazing at the fanfics you write from what I saw on your (laptop or cellphone), not too long ago... Especially with (up to the reader's imagination what character the reader is writing about) for this character x reader fanfic you're working on writing about. So, if writing fanfics is really your passion, then don't give up on it... I'm sure you will evolve, as time goes by with writing fanfics, considering I feel you are an amazing fanfic writer...", before he walked up to you and kissed your forehead to make you blush more. He then said, "Now let's start on some cuddle time, sweetheart... And by the way... I like it when you blush... I think it's cute...".

After Rensuke went inside the bedroom room you share with him, you followed him in the same room he went in. Once the both of you got on the bed together, he held you from behind, with his arm wrapped around you, as if you're his little spoon and cooed, "I missed you, so much, (Female Reader Name)... I've been waiting a while to have this moment with you...", before kissing the side and the nape of your neck, then you turned your head around just enough for both you and Rensuke to peck kiss eachother on the lips, as you replied, "I missed you too Rensuke Kunigami... I've waiting to have some time with you, especially cuddle time...", proceeding to kiss the left side of his facial cheeks. The both of you then had hours worth of cuddle time.

Once the both of you finished your cuddle time together, Rensuke Kunigami decided to cook supper, while you checked your cellphone to finish up with the fanfic you were working on. As much as Rensuke Kunigami doesn't mind you helping him with cooking, he rather that you relax while he's cooking. So you finished (and posted) the fanfic you were working on before you decided to set the table for him, since you figured he's cooking and you still want to help him with atleast something pertaining supper time.

After both you and Rensuke started eating supper together the notification sound came from your cellphone and it was multiple times your cellphone was making that sound. You were hesitant to check on your cellphone, however he smiled and said, "You can check on your cellphone, beautiful... It's not like anything bad is happening and you don't check on it often when we spend time together... I insist, (Female Reader Name)...". "Are you sure, Kunigami?", you asked. He replied, "Yes, I'm sure...", while trying to encourage you.

Once you checked your notifications, it turned out it was the notifications that was coming from the social media platform, pertaining the post of the fanfic you have written about the character you have written about. You have noticed alot of praise (and likes, shares, etcs...) pertaining the fanfic you have written about. "I take it you had some success with the fanfic you were working on today, (Female Reader Name)?", Rensuke Kunigami asked, smiling at you. "Yes, I did... And you turned out to be right about what you said about me as a fanfic writer, Rensuke...", you answered before the both of you looked into eachother's eyes, then proceeded to kiss eachother.

While you have always been a huge fan of your fiance Rensuke Kunigami, since the first time you have seen him playing a football match (to some people it's soccer (ball) game), you were surprised that he became your biggest supporter when it comes to you writing fanfics, when he first found out about you writing fanfics. Once you and Rensuke finished eating supper and tooken cared of the dishes, he picked you up and had your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms around his neck, and his arms around you (and behind your back), as the both of you passionatly kissed eachother even after both you and Rensuke Kunigami landed on the bed inside the bedroom the both of you share together (Rensuke Kunigami on top with your back laying on the bed). After the both of you finished kissing, you touched his face and he touched your face, as he said, "(Female Reader Name)... Not only you're the best thing that has ever happened to me... Aside from the day we met, the day we exchanged cellphone numbers, and the night I proposed to you, today must be one of the best days of my life... I love you very much, (Female Reader Name) and thank you for being a huge fan of mine, for all of these years...".

You replied, "You're very welcome Rensuke Kunigami and thank you, very much... I feel the same way with today, the day we met, the day we exchanged cellphone numbers with eachother, and the night you proposed to me... I'm truly grateful for you turning out to be my biggest supporter when it comes to me writing fanfics, today... And I love you too, Rensuke Kunigami.", as you and Rensuke, then gave eachother one more deep kiss before cuddling together again, while he gets you to lay on top of him (with your head on his chest). Before you fell asleep you cooed, "Good night, Rensuke... I love you...". Rensuke then replied, as he whispered in your ear, "I love you too, sweetie... And Good night, my beautiful (Female Reader Name)...", while he holds you into a tighter hug, while trying to keep you comfortable. Before he lets himself fall asleep, he madesure you're sleeping peacefully, as he enjoys watching you have a peaceful slumber and while you fall asleep, he carefully pets your head, until the both of you fall asleep.

📝⚽The End⚽📝

I do hope you enjoyed this Rensuke Kunigami fanfic my Tumblr Peeps📝⚽😃👍Anyways, if I wrote stuff that didn't make sense or might not, I do have an explanation (or so on) why I wrote the fanfic out the way I did😅 While I did want to write about Rensuke finding out the the reader writes fanfics, I also wanted to write about about Rensuke and the reader kissing, cuddling, and other stuff, because that's something that has been in my head, if not just similar stuff to this, and I really wanted come up with more than a few paragraphs for this fanfic, so I decided to mix atleast the reader writing fanfic idea and the kissing, cuddling, and other stuff pertaining the reader and Rensuke idea right in the same fanfic💡I also figured I'd come up with an ending for this particular fanfic, as well😃👍 I'm really considering writing another fanfic or so with Rensuke in the fanfic(s) and I basically have some more ideas pertaining when I do write those ideas out fanfic wise💡📝⚽😁👍

[box-dwelling]

So I was thinking the one thing I can use my degree to contribute to this fandom with is to include whatever the fuck the fake chemical Ema mentions in turnabout corner is and it's actually funny as fuck. Anyway grain of salt, I'm still in the process of getting my degree and won't be certified scientist for a few years so like, I may and probably will fuck up but hey this is a fake chemical and it's mostly just cute wordplay so.

The chemical is hydroxyacelunodosetrase.

So I'm going to break down the boring bits first. So hydroxy is an OH group. Very common. Insanely. Basically just here to denote that this is a chemical to lay people because of how common this is. Acel is a little weird. But Ace normally means a hydrocarbon chain with a length of 2 and sometimes you do need to add on stuff for pronouncablity but I think it's a deliberate misspelling (because ace like ace attorney) of an acyl group which is a C=O group but honestly outside of very specific circumstances specific it's not thaaaat common in chemical names because it doesn't provide as much utility as denoting a more specific subset of acyl groups like a ketone, aldehyde, ester or carboxylic acid group but it is still used especially when denoting ions or free radicals or especially when bonded to a halogen. So the fact it's needing to be notated puts my lab alarm off screaming "shit look into this before using it, it could be dangerous" because that normally means its reactive as fuuuuuck. Acyl groups as a whole are pretty reactive, that double bond to oxygen likes very much to no longer be a double bond but there are a lot of configurations that will make it a little more stable. If it need to be notated as such it's probably not in one of those. Very funny given its used in context as a threat.

The only other part of it that is chemically coherent is the trase suffix. (Edit edit fuck I think what I'm thinking of is ase as a suffix which means enzyme. I do not know where the tr is coming from) It's I believe common in enzymes but I am not a biochemist nor very good at biochemistry and I cannot find a source on Google backing that up and it is just coming from my brain so I may well be wrong. What matters though is how it's pronounced. Which is the same as Tres. Which makes the last 2 bits make more sense. Chemistry uses Greek numbering. The rabbit hole of chemical naming is deep and I'm not getting into it because there are multiple naming systems and one of them is standardised and the other one is actually the thing everyone uses. But Uno is not a thing in chemical names. Neither is dose but it's probably ment to be like a dose as in a drug dose. Again not found in the name it's self but I think that's why it's spelt like that. But the upshot is that the last 3 parts are pronounced Uno dos Tres which is obviously 123 in Spanish. It's cute.

So basically in conclusion it's not a real thing at all. It's all word play and it's would probably be pretty nasty even if it wasn't. I think it's cute. I'm glad some thought was put into this fake chemical instead of just a keyboard spam.

[quinloki]

howdy, new fic writer who just started writing smut here 👋

is there any way to get rid of the embarrassment you feel when you write sex scenes?? like I always feel like there's a voice yelling that what I'm doing is cringe or weird, especially doing anything x reader?? I can't shake off the vulnerability that comes with it, like this is what I fantasize about I guess ._.)

thank you btw, you're a huge inspiration for me starting to write again ❤️

first off, you're welcome ❤️ - I'm glad I could help inspire you to write!

Hmm... I think there's a few things to consider and possibly unpack here, but I won't be able to help much aside from getting you started on the process. (I will, certainly, help clarify anything and answer any other questions as best I can!)

First, the biggest hurdle, and probably what's at the center of your embarrassment is social and/or cultural. I don't know where you live, but a lot of places have really weird (read: christian/imperialistic/puritan) hang ups about sex. The core of these ideas is literally to be able to control people, and it's a large part of why they're so pervasive.

Enjoying reading and writing smut are then, by definition, a kind of rebellion all their own. (Seriously, I could write as may words about how awful Puritan ideals have fucked over the world as I have written words of smut (750k for the curious), but I'm not going to get into that here).

It's going to take work, because it's very easy to say "It's okay for me to do this." and a lot harder to actually believe it.

For what it's worth though, I don't think there's anything wrong with being cringe. Embracing that what I was writing was Cringe As Fuck is part of what helped me write it. Screw people who decide my enjoyment is worth less because it makes them cringe! If that's how they're going to be about it, then I'm going to write Specifically to MAKE THEM CRINGE! \o/

Bow before my power! [insert evil laughter here]

... Once you're re-writing the way a feel works, it's easier, I think. Be weird. Be cringe. Write while you feel weird, and write even when it feel cringe as fuck. Fuck the people, the society, the whatever, that put it into your head that you should be ashamed or embarrassed about what brings you joy.

Sure, some people aren't going to like it. There's not a single thing on this PLANET that pleases everyone. It's okay. Some people might be fuckasses and decide to tell you they don't like it - eat them. They're .000000000014% of the population - their opinion means jack and shit.

You've got a finite number of days in this life, and there's no reason to let other people dictate how you spend that time.

You're not going to please everyone, so just make sure you're pleasing yourself. And if that means writing x readers and smut and using all the most over-used tropes to ever exist - then do it. Do it with your head held high too, because I promise someone else will appreciate it, even if they're too embarrassed to say so.

As for the technical side of writing smut, that's going to take practice, but really the best thing to do is read lots of smut by a dozen or so different writers at least. Don't read it for the smut, but really break it down. What works for you? What doesn't? There's writing styles that make me laugh instead of turn me on, and the person who writes them isn't doing anything wrong. It's just not a style that works FOR ME.

There's going to be stuff that works for you, and stuff that doesn't. Maybe fade to black is what you enjoy writing - that's perfectly fine \o/ you don't have to be raunchy or blunt, you can use euphemisms, you can allude to sex happening without even saying words like sex and orgasm.

Read what you write a few times, over a few days - self-editing is hard, but if you can get a program that reads to you I think it helps. It helps highlight what's repetitive and clunky, and any misspelled words. Don't feel rushed. There's no deadlines. Take your time, but start as soon as you can.

Starting is the hard part, everything else will fall into place after that.

[indigosunsetao3]

Would It Be Enough?

Chapter 5 - First Day On The Job

Masterlist of Chapters

Warnings: 18+ - No minors Rated E - Please read the tags on A03 for any of your triggers

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Original FMC 8.0k words - AO3 Link

“I am well aware of how to fill out charts,” Emma stated as she sat at the nurse’s station. She had been shadowing her supervisor, Andrew, all morning after doing her mandatory safety training and paperwork. He had been treating her like she was a brand-new medical student that didn’t know their ass from their elbow the whole time. Talking slowly at her, over-explaining things and exaggerating his movements as he worked as if she didn’t understand anything. The icing on the cake had been when they were with a patient for a simple check-up and he made her check his lungs twice because he thought her stethoscope was off.

“You’ve missed a spot,” he pointed out with his own pen while leaning over her shoulder to point to a box she hadn’t ticked.

“You mean the box that indicates I checked his eyesight? Which I didn’t do. So, yes, I would leave it blank?” Emma asked as she slowly turned in her seat to look up at him hovering above her.

Andrew didn’t respond to that. He instead continued to run his eyes over the whole chart looking for any error, anything she missed or may have even misspelled but Emma knew there was nothing to find. She had been meticulous in filling it out, even putting things in that most times were never filled out because she suspected he would be critical of everything she did. He huffed slightly before leaning away and going back over to his own chair to do his own charting.

“I expect all your paperwork to be done before you leave,” Andrew said as he marked up his own papers.

“It will be,” Emma said simply as she looked at the clock. She had fifteen minutes left of this then she had another twenty to go get changed and meet the 141 in a conference room to debrief before she started her second training of the day. She was almost done with her paperwork but it was making her anxious it was getting so down to the wire to get done. The last thing she wanted was to be late on her first day.

One last signature and Emma flipped her final chart shut and placed all of them carefully into Andrew’s inbox for him to review. He was to review all her work for the foreseeable future to make sure she was ‘making progress as expected of her’ in her training. She was certain he was going to find a few things wrong or not to his liking, the chip on his shoulder was rather large. “I’ll see you tomorrow then,” she stated as she was walking away, not wanting him to try and catch her and hold her up longer.

Once out of the hospital wing, she jogged back to her room and quickly stripped out of her scrubs and into her military uniform. She needed to wrap up her hair into a bun, something she hadn’t done in years and didn’t have all the tools to do properly just yet. She’d need to ask her mother to send her some extra things and expedite it as well. Another phone call she was dreading on making because it was going to be long, arduous and full of fake guilt. Emma knew that her whole family knew they were relying on her having this job but her mother would still lay on the guilt trip thick. Guilting her for not coming home, not telling her sooner, asking too much of her to send extra in her packages, anything and everything.

“Good enough,” Emma murmured to herself in the small bathroom mirror as she smoothed down her hair against her forehead with a wet comb. She had dampened her hair, pulled it tight against her scalp, and wrapped it in a bun at the base of her neck. Without hairspray, gel, and bobby pins Emma knew it was going to frizz, pull free, and curl but there was nothing she could do about it. Tapping the comb against the sink to dry it Emma paused as she blinked at her reflection. She hadn’t seen herself looking like this in so long it was strange. Emma had always pictured a long career in the military and when all of that was taken away from her, she shut the book on it completely. It was like an eerie de ja vu to be right back at it again all these years later.

With three minutes to spare Emma stopped outside of the conference room she was supposed to meet everyone in and took a breath. She had an idea of what she was walking into but was still nervous nonetheless. Smoothing out her shirt one more time and checking her reflection in the frosted glass she reached out a hand and turned the door handle, heading inside to find whatever waited for her in there.

The team was already inside in various positions of sitting or standing. They were all in a uniform like hers and every head snapped around when she entered and shut the door, the idle chatter dying instantly. She wished they all would have kept talking until she had taken a seat, but every eye was on her, some smiling, some with a curious look.

“Afternoon,” Emma said a little sheepishly and they all murmured a greeting back, still not going back to their original conversation they were having. She quickly glanced around for a seat to take, figuring she’d feel less exposed if she were behind the table. She spotted one between Soap and Alex and walked over to take it when multiple files on the tabletop caught her eye.

Pulling out a chair she glanced at all the files, they were the same. It was the file about her. She could see her picture where one of them hadn’t flipped it shut yet. One picture from years ago when she was promoted to airman first class then her more recent one when she became a military contractor. Without asking permission, it was about her anyway, Emma reached out and pulled one to her and started scanning over the pages. “I see I wasn’t the only one with homework,” she mused as she got to the part about her accident and just flipped the file shut and placed it on the table. She knew all about that, she didn’t need to read it.

“Did you get through all of it?” Price finally asked, his arms folded across his chest as he stood at the head of the table.

“I did,” Emma replied, “I was up late going through it all. I’m sure I will need to read it a few more times to memorize it. But they are all safely locked away in the safe in my room.”

“Good, do you have any questions? This is the time to ask,” Price stated but before Emma could respond Ghost cut in.

“I have a question,” Ghost stated, his eyes locked on Emma. It was an effort for Emma to not squirm under the penetrating gaze. His face was once again obscured by the balaclava but his face was free of the black paint underneath. “For Emma,” he finished.

Everyone around the table shifted a bit and Emma noted that some of them looked a bit worried about what was going to come out of Ghost’s mouth. She understood why, she had seen in the file his anger issues, his bluntness and tendencies to be cutthroat, figuratively and literally. Even Price had raised an eyebrow but he gestured with his right hand for Ghost to continue, probably figuring sooner rather than later would be best for him to voice his concerns.

“Why were you discharged from the Air Force?” Ghost asked simply, his arms crossed over his chest.

Emma looked at him then her eyes quickly darted around the table at everyone else before moving to her file. She knew it was written in her file, knew that they had all read about what happened and surely it hadn’t been confusing to read. “I was injured,” Emma answered before continuing, “it was a training accident and I was deemed unfit to return.”

“I don’t care what the file says,” Ghost answered, “we all know how those bureaucratic things work. They write it up all nice and pretty and tie it with a bow. I want you to tell us what happened and not in American military speak.”

Emma’s eyes moved to Price to guidance but he didn’t say anything or move, as if he were waiting for her to answer. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable again and she shifted in her seat a bit. She didn’t like talking about what happened, it had been enough to speak to all her superior officers while lying in a hospital bed in a body brace. Then again to the miliary lawyers, the incident team, her doctors and then internal affairs. She never talked about her military time to anyone after that, none of her coworkers even knew she had the experience because it wasn’t pertinent to her job. That was her old life.

“We were flying a standard training routine in a helicopter. Low visual situation of a medical evac,” she started before leaning forward to brace her forearms on the table. She heard Soap shift next to her and felt his leg brush up very lightly against hers, and stay there. She didn’t acknowledge him though, her eyes were locked on Ghost who was still boring his eyes into her, listening intently. “I was the first out, repelling down a rope about twenty feet to the ground. I’d done it plenty of times before, in the training facility and out in the field training. I hooked up, leaned out and started my decent when my gear malfunctioned.” She paused and fisted her hands together, locking her fingers within one another holding her own hands, almost flinching at the memory. “I fell about fifteen feet and landed on my back.”

“Did your gear malfunction or did you not hook yourself in right?” Ghost asked, ignoring the obvious discomfort that Emma was feeling.

“It malfunctioned,” Emma answered, her voice hard as she narrowed her eyes a bit. “I know how to hook up my gear if that is what you are implying.” She had been asked all these questions before, right after the accident. She had been accused multiple times of not doing it right, that it was human error and not equipment. That they couldn’t get the same scenario to replicate twice with the same situation. But she was adamant she did it correctly herself and, in the end, they let it drop because her gear was in fact broken and they couldn’t prove that it wasn’t a malfunction.

“I’m not implying anything. I’m asking because you were the only person that happened to in that particular type of training,” Ghost answered, moving to lean on the table with his forearms himself. “And if you are going to work with us, I need to trust that you aren’t going to fuck up and kill one of us,” he finished his voice low, almost a threat. “Or lie when you do fuck up.”

“Given the fact that my file lists it as an accident and an equipment failure it seems that I was believed by people that are much higher than you, Ghost” Emma answered using his name for the first time. Her temper was starting to rise now and she felt Soap shift again as if he were resisting interjecting. “I have no reason to lie. I wouldn’t have gained or lost anything more if it was or wasn’t my fault. No one else was hurt in the accident and I was discharged without incident. Then I spent the next year of my life rehabbing, starting school and picking up the pieces.”

“How did you manage to recover?” Gaz piped in, his eyes scanning over the open file in front of him. “You broke your back in two places, fractured your scapula, broke your pelvis and had a major concussion. That’s not something people usually walk away from, let alone show no signs of injury.” He sounded impressed as his eyes flicked up to meet Emma’s, who had reluctantly broken the stare down between herself and Ghost.

“Multiple surgeries, seeing specialists all over the country, lots of physical therapy and a few mental breakdowns,” Emma answered truthfully, her voice still on edge at the perceived slight from Ghost. “I bled my, and my family’s, bank accounts dry to get back on my feet,” which was a literal and figurative statement. “As soon as I could function again, I continued the schooling I started while in the Air Force to work on my medical degree. I finished earlier than most and instantly started looking for work to pay everything back I had lost my family.”

“Do you have any lingering issues?” Crane asked, his hand flipping closed his copy of the file and sliding it onto the table. “Anything that would hinder you from doing your job now?”

“No,” Emma answered truthfully. “I still have pain issues but I work through it in other ways besides taking medication. I don’t like how I feel when I’m on any of the strong stuff and I can’t work when I’m on them anyway. I’ve learned how to cope. Meditation, exercise, hot showers, massages, acupuncture, chiropractors. Basically, I’ve tried and done anything but medication.” She shrugged, noting Soap shifted almost imperceptibly at her mention of hot showers and massages. She inwardly grinned to herself and resisted cutting her eyes to him to watch. He caught her and made her squirm last night, it was his turn.

“You are to tell us if you are hurting,” Price said after Crane seemed satisfied with Emma’s answer. “I mean it. I need to know if you are not in top shape to do things because if you go out in the field and aren’t at your best you put us all in danger.”

“Understood,” Emma answered with a small nod. She knew how these things worked, knew that team was only as strong as their weakest person and right now that was her. They also needed to learn that they could trust her and she would need to be truthful in everything she did. Not that she lied anyway, not when it came to work and people’s safety. She glanced at Ghost who seemed to be done asking questions, atleast for now.

“Why exactly am I going to out in the field?” She asked after a moment the curiosity finally getting the better of her. “I mean, well, why me? Surely there are more qualified personnel to be on your team. With field combat experience and that are active right now, not discharged almost seven years ago.”

Price grinned at the question before unfolding his arms and leaning two hands on the table to bend toward her. “Because of everything in your file. You think I pick my team based on just the fact they served? I mean it’s a large factor but not all of it.” He put one hand on the manila folder in front of him and flipped it open to show her pictures again, of then and now. “I asked for all the files of those in the hospital the night after we extracted you all. There’s been a gap on the team and you stood out to me. You had a promising career when you were in the Air Force. You were on the fast track to climb the ranks based on your skills, test scores and quick learning. That’s not something you can teach,” he explained. “Then I was impressed how you recovered from an injury that most people wouldn’t even survive. How you finished your school while learning how to function again, and finished your education quicker than most, even with a life altering injury.” He stood up again and shrugged slightly before adding in a knowing smile. “Then, after everything, you were willing to put yourself right back into the thick of it. Risk yourself for others. I think you were built for this; it just didn’t happen how you planned.”

“Yes, all of that is true,” Emma stated feeling herself become almost embarrassed at how he was talking her up. “But are you sure that I’m the most qualified for this? I’m willing to do it but I don’t know if we’re maybe all making a mistake here.” Her eyes cut to Ghost who was leaned back in his seat, his arms folded across his chest. He was hard to read since she couldn’t see his whole face but Emma had a feeling he thought this was all a big mistake as well.

“You’re the sixth candidate,” Soap replied simply, moving so his leg wasn’t pushed up against Emma’s anymore. “The five before you were everything that you said. Still active duty, had combat experience and everything else that you think you need to be here,” he explained. “They were all handpicked by Laswell’s boss and as you can see, they aren’t here anymore.” He leaned back in his seat, his hands moving to rest on the straps on his vest. “They weren’t what we needed. We don’t need you in the thick of the fight, we’ve got that covered,” he grinned. “We need you as medical, recon and intelligence,” he paused “but still able to hold your own if needed.”

“And looking at your ability tests,” Alex finally chimed in, his hands flipping back and forth between two pages, “you can certainly hold your own. Second in your class for marksmanship, third in hand to hand, second for reconnaissance,” he grinned and looked up, “first in agility. Must be from all the running in high school, you had a couple state championships that I saw.” He flipped back a few pages to find that information to double check his own work.

“I’m not nearly as fast as I used to be,” Emma answered though she was smiling a bit herself. “I still run though so I guess that’s better than nothing.” She was amazed they could pull all of that information together so quickly. She had a feeling that Laswell and whoever her boss was had access to any and all information they wanted at the drop of a hat.

Sixth candidate stuck out to her though. She wondered how long the other ones had been here for, what caused them to not make the cut and be sent on their way. Soap had said that the others were picked by Laswell’s boss and based on the conversations she was actually picked by Price himself. Maybe that would work in her favor since she was his choice and not someone that was thrust upon him instead.

“When do we start?” Emma asked finally, looking between all of them but finally settling her gaze on Price.

“Now,” Price answered simply. “We need you to recertify in marksmanship before you can be issued a gun. You’ll need to get out on the course today and get reacquainted before you test out. Gaz has offered to go down with you to the range to get situated, offer pointers and he’ll eventually test you once he thinks you’re ready.”

Emma looked at Gaz who nodded and answered “the faster you get comfortable again the better. It’s like riding a bike so I think you’ll be fine. We only have an hour today,” he finished looking at his watch.

“Then you’ll be with Alex or Soap in the fitness room when you’re done with Gaz today,” Price stated as he nodded at the two of them next to her. “You’ll be there every morning with one or both of them, their time permitting, before your hospital shift” he explained. “When they aren’t available, I would still expect you to be there working. You need to get your strength and endurance back.”

“Understood,” Emma replied, looking between the two men sitting next to her.

“Once you’re in better shape,” Price stated, it wasn’t condescending it was a fact. Emma knew that she was not nearly in good enough shape to be out there with these men. “Ghost has offered hand to hand training,” he stated. “You’re not there yet, I don’t need you injured before we even begin.”

Emma’s eyes cut instantly to Ghost who she could have sworn was smirking behind his mask. Maybe he didn’t loathe her after all, which is what he gave off in his questioning, or he was just willing to be the one to beat the hell out of her because of his dislike. He shifted in his chair before nodding his agreement to Price’s words and Price moved on to the next item.

“And you’ll be with all of us for intelligence, recon, mission briefs and the like. We are shifting our daily meetings to the afternoons when we are here so you can work your shift at the hospital,” he explained. “Eventually you will work with all of us one on one. I want you all to get to know one another, how your thought processes work, your strengths and weaknesses. In the field Emma will always be paired with someone and I don’t want you all figuring each other out in the midst of a fight.” He finished before looking to the group as if asking if they had any other questions. When no one said anything, chairs started shifting in the silent dismissal.

“Let’s go, shall we?” Gaz asked as he stood up from his chair and handed Price the file in his hand. “See if you live up to that second in class position for marksmanship.” He grinned before heading toward the door.

“See you in an hour,” Soap called and Emma looked at him as she turned out the door with a smile. Soap was watching her leave and she saw Alex look up from his conversation with Crane to give her a small smile before looking away again.

“Do you remember basic gun safety?” Gaz asked as they walked out the door into the heat of the desert air outside. “Where the safety is, how to load and unload, clean it, take it apart the usual,” he expanded.

“I do,” Emma replied. All guns were different but they had the same basic instructions on how they operated. She had been able to build and take apart her side piece with a blindfold and could shoot clustered shots of a full clip at a target without missing. She figured she’d be a little slow and clumsy at first but it would come back to her. Her hands were just as steady now as they had been then. “What am I going to be working with?” She asked as they continued walking around the building and she spotted the gun range in the distance.

“Standard issue pistol,” Gaz replied, “to get started. We’ll move you up to the fun stuff later.”

The walk wasn’t far before they were at the range. They had to sign in and show their credentials before they were each issued a pistol, ear muffs, safety glasses and a box of bullets each. There were a few other people on the range training so Gaz lead Emma down to the last two corrals before turning to her and setting his gun down.

“Show me what you remember. Check your gun, load it, unload it, and take it apart,” he instructed before gesturing to the counter in front of them.

Emma stared at him for a moment before moving to the counter to look at the gun in her hand. It was heavier than she remembered and felt foreign in her hands, years ago it had felt like an extension of her arm, not some hunk of metal. Doing as Gaz asked Emma popped the clip out of the bottom, loaded it, chambered a shot, discharged the chambered bullet, unloaded it and then broke it down into pieces. The last part took her a little longer because she wasn’t used to the pistol yet but she got it done.

“Not bad,” Gaz remarked from the spot on the counter he had been leaning on. His eyes had been on her hands the whole time. “Won’t be breaking any records,” he teased, “but not bad for a retiree.”

“Give me a few days and you can time me,” she answered, “I’ll even do it blindfolded if you ask nicely.” She smirked over her shoulder at him and he laughed in response.

“Alright, back that talk up with some shooting,” Gaz replied before pulling the earmuffs that were around his neck up and snapping them onto his ears.

Emma nodded and pulled her ear covers on as well before putting the gun back together and stepping up to the counter. She set her legs in the proper position and hit the button to call a target at a standard distance away. Being an outdoor range there was some wind that moved the paper a bit but she loosed a breath and pulled the trigger. Then again. And again. She finished the clip before dropping the ear muffs off her head and pushing another button to call the target to her to look at it.

“Not bad,” Gaz said nicely, though Emma was frowning. Her aim was not great, he was right it wasn’t bad, but it was not up to her standard either. “We’ve got time to practice, you’re already further ahead than I thought you would be so you should be able to test after a bit more practice.”

And with that Emma called up another target and got to work. Gaz stood with her, adjusting her form when needed, offering tips, and showing her examples with his own shooting. His shots never missed where he intended, they had even turned it into a game at the end where one would call the spot and the other would aim for it. Emma still wasn’t hitting where she wanted to but she wasn’t missing all together at least.

An hour and twenty minutes later Emma found herself walking into the fitness center. She had enough time to run back to her room and change into the one set of workout clothes she had after saying goodbye to Gaz who had somewhere else to be. A simple tank top, spandex shorts, and her last pair of sneakers would have to do. The other pair she was sure had been tossed after being soaked in blood during her escape from the hospital. Just another thing to add on the list for her mother to send her. Maybe she’d ask her brother to pick up the items, he would only complain because he was so busy and not because he wanted to actually guilt her.

“How was shooting practice?” Alex asked when Emma found him over by the weights, bent over with his forearms on his knees taking a breather. He was already slick with sweat, his shirt soaked through around his neck and down his spine, and pieces of his hair were stuck to his forehead. “Did Gaz preen for you?” He asked laughing as he wiped at his face with a small towel.

“It could have gone better,” Emma answered truthfully. “I handled all the basics fine, though I am going to have to practice to go faster. I did promise him I’d do it blindfolded next time.” She smirked, “he hit everything every time. I luckily didn’t miss the target at all but I need to sharpen my aim a bit.”

“It’s a start,” Soap said from behind her. She hadn’t even heard him approach and she turned to find him standing there with a hand towel tucked into his gym shorts at his hip and a water bottle in his hand. He was also slick with sweat but his shirt was a cut-off tank with the sides barely there giving plenty of side view of his stomach and chest, and of course his massive upper arms. “You’ll get there. And don’t let Gaz fool you, I’m still the better shot anyway.” He took a sip of his water before pushing some errant hairs off his head.

“I don’t know,” Emma replied, “every spot I called out he hit without barely blinking. I wouldn’t be surprised if he closed his eyes on some of them,” she challenged before starting to pull her hair out of its bun. It was falling in places already and judging by how sweaty the two of them were she was going to need it up in a ponytail. She took a sidestep back before bending over and flipping her hair up to pull it back into a high pony, the ends of her hair just tickling the base of her neck as she tied it. “Do you think you can do that?”

“In my sleep,” Soap answered, his eyes snapping back up to Emma’s face where she was certain they had wandered when she bent over. “Or blindfolded,” he tacked on, obviously having overheard her talking to Alex a moment before.

“Right, well, you can Gaz can have a gun measuring contest later,” Alex chimed in as he stood up. “Let’s get started, shall we,” he gestured to the line of treadmills along the wall. “Today is just figuring out where you are at. Don’t push yourself,” he cut his eyes toward Soap, “or let him goad you on. That’ll come later. Just do what you feel comfortable with and we will build on it. Let’s start with thirty minutes of cardio.”

Emma nodded and walked over to the treadmill and stepped up. She had been running when she could, but it wasn’t consistent and she knew she wasn’t nearly ready for a long run. Thirty minutes wouldn’t be too bad though. Turning the machine on she programmed a thirty-minute walk-run session before starting, her arms and feet falling into their usual rhythm. She wasn’t sure where Alex and Soap went but a few moments later a water bottle was dropped in the small cup holder on her machine and a towel was draped over the arm.

“Thanks,” Emma said a bit breathlessly as she looked over at Soap who had taken up the machine next to her and started jogging. He had already been working out before she even got here but it seemed he was going to continue. Determined to concentrate on herself she stared at the wall of mirrors in front of them and watched her own form. That occupied her time for about three minutes before she was bored.

Her eyes wandered in the mirror taking in the rest of the gym in the reflection, which wasn’t overly large. It had the standard number of machines you’d expect of a gym, though they seemed to focus a lot on free weights. She never bothered with those before, not knowing what to do but she was sure Alex and Soap knew exactly what moves to do and for what muscle. There weren’t too many people in here at this time of day, she was sure the mornings would be more crowded so she made a mental note there would probably be more competition for treadmills and the like. The music wasn’t very loud and barely audible over the sound of her and Soap’s pounding feet.

Cutting her eyes back to her own reflection she glanced over to see Soap keeping pace with her, his eyes locked on her in the reflection. He didn’t look away when they locked eyes but Emma did, blinking and turning her head to look over at him but he didn’t twist from facing the mirrors.

“Face forward before you fall on your face,” Soap instructed and Emma snapped her head back around again and looked at him in the mirror. “You need to focus on your breathing and not look at all the eye candy,” he grinned.

“You’re one to talk,” Emma breathed out as the treadmill upped her speed based on the program. “You haven’t taken your eyes off me.” She wasn’t going to be able to keep talking, she was winded and still had ten minutes to go. So instead, she reached for her water bottle and took a sip, but kept her eyes on Soap’s reflection.

“How else am I going to see your form? And tell you that you aren’t breathing properly,” he asked, barely sounding winded before grabbing his own water.

Emma narrowed her eyes but didn’t answer, her arms pumping to keep up the pace as her feet slammed down with each step. She was going to ache later; she could tell her hips were too tight for all of this. Which meant she’d have to ice and scrounge up some ibuprofen, hopefully from a friendly face since Andrew should be off shift by now.

The last minute was a sprint before a five-minute cooldown. Emma concentrated on her form, but she did notice that Alex was back from wherever he disappeared to the last thirty minutes. He was just as sweaty as he was before but he was standing back with his arms folded on his chest watching Emma and Soap go flat out on their respective machines before the finishing beep that indicated it was cooldown.

Emma had to brace her hands on the arms of the treadmill as she sucked down air, resisting the urge to cough which would just prove Soap’s comments right that she wasn’t breathing properly. Soap was also breathing heavily as he walked his cooldown and he smiled at her in the mirror when he caught her looking again. Abruptly Emma wiped at her face with a towel and took a long swig of water before the machine finally cut off and she rode it down to the end and hopped off. “Well?” She asked Alex determined to not let herself keep staring at Soap.

“Not bad,” Soap answered her instead. “Form is a little off, breathing is way off,” he grinned, “but I think you’ll be able to build up your endurance over time.” He wiped off his face before gesturing to Alex who turned and led the way around all the weight-lifting machines to the free weights. There were a few dumbbells on the ground, laid out in groups, an exercise mat, workout bench, and some resistance bands all ready for her. So that is where he had gone off to.

“Now for the fun part,” Alex stated before bending down to pick up a set of weights he had laid out for himself. “I’m starting you out small and we’ll build up. Too much too fast and you’ll be too sore to do anything tomorrow.” He gestured to a set of clipboards on the ground with a dumbbell in his hand. Two of them were filled out with weights next to different moves, all varying, while the third with her name was blank. “Fill that out as we go to track your progression. We’re going to do arms and core today.”

“Haven’t you already worked out?” Emma asked him as she gestured at his obviously sweaty form. “Aren’t you tired?”

“We could just sit here and stare at you working out if that would make you feel better,” Soap said as he gathered his own weights. Alex hadn’t bothered digging out all of his it seemed and Emma looked over to find he only needed three. Apparently, he knew his own limits and numbers already. “Or we can get a few extra reps in and show you how to do it properly.”

“Should you even be doing this with your arm?” She gestured to the wrapped injury which caused Soap to roll his eyes before lifting a forty-pound dumbbell straight up over his head.

“I’m fine Lass, I barely feel it anymore,” he answered before dropping the dumbbell down to his side again. He didn’t flinch and Emma was certain that he either truly didn’t feel it anymore because he was used to injuries or he was covering it really well.

“Hmm,” was all Emma said, her eyes lingering on him for a moment, before Alex started taking her through the motions of each move. They paused after ten reps for her to write down the weight before doing another two rounds of the same exercise before moving on. Both men had to correct her a few times, telling her to up or drop her weight depending on her form. Soap had even moved to spot her on a few moves where her arms shook, his fingers light on her skin as he guided her elbows up and down. Their eyes locked in the mirror a few times but Emma was too busy worrying about dropping the weights on her face to react.

Emma felt like she was struggling with the light weights while Alex and Soap lifted their own with very little struggle. That was until the very end when they too finally seem worn down. Soap was grunting with each lift on his final reps and Alex was breathing loudly before dropping his weights on the ground, the metal clanking, as he bent over to breathe. Sweat was literally dripping off the both of them onto the floor and their hair was soaked and flat to their heads.

“Good to know you both aren’t Superman,” Emma stated as she sat on her bench dropping her measly weights to the floor and writing down her final weight. Her arms felt like jello, she wasn’t sure how she was going to lift them to wash her hair. She was in desperate need of a shower, her clothes soaked in sweat and her hair was sticking to her skin where the pony had loosened, curls framing her face. “I was beginning to worry that I was never going to get a fair shot against you in an arm-wrestling match.” She grinned as the two men chuckled, putting their weights away after they composed themselves.

“Time to hit the showers,” Soap said as he pulled a gym bag from the corner of the room and tossed the second one there to Alex. Emma was going to have to walk all the way back to her room to get clothes which she realized would have to be scrubs. She really needed to call her mother, or brother, and get clothes sent.

“I have to go get clothes and my shower things,” Emma stated as she stood up and felt a twinge in her hips but she didn’t let the stiffness show. “I’ll catch up with you at dinner?” She inquired and Alex and Soap both nodded before walking out together. She watched them go before cleaning up her own things and taking her bottle of water and towel to head down to her room to get more clothes.

Emma took a little longer in the shower than her last one, careful to keep her curtain pulled tight around her shower as people came and went. Her body was already starting to feel sore which meant tomorrow was only going to get worse. Before her arms could finally give out Emma pulled her hair into a tight French braid and tied it off, looking at herself in the bathroom mirror. There were still dark circles under her eyes but she looked a little less haunted today. Sleep couldn’t come fast enough but she couldn’t rest just yet though, she needed to bite the bullet and call home finally and get things. Maybe she could also stop by the laundry and find out about getting military-issued items in the meantime, even if it was just plain shirts and shorts.

As expected, her mother wailed on the phone. Emma had sat at the small booth, one elbow resting on the tabletop with that hand on her cheek as she waited for her mother to finish. There was a lot of ‘yes’ and ‘sorry’ from Emma in a monotone voice as they got through the theatrics. Sometimes Emma wondered if her mother recorded herself to show people later just how much of a caring mother she was because she certainly wasn’t having the effect, nor getting a reaction, from Emma she wanted.

She had pulled up her email on the computer while her mother went on and found another email at the top of her box from Laswell. The first couple had been her job and Laswell acknowledging the signed contracts but this one was different. Clicking on it, with another ‘mmhmm’ reaction to her mother, Emma scanned it.

“Mom,” Emma interrupted and her mother sputtered quiet. “I have an address for you to send stuff to. Or Daniel or Dad can if you are too busy,” she tacked on knowing her mother would lament her horrendously busy life and how she can’t take the time to do things like this all the time. “Yes, I know you normally send it to the base directly but I have somewhere else. They are going to make sure it’s expedited to me vs waiting two weeks. But they need it to arrive to them by the end of the week,” she sighed as her mother yelped. “Yes, I know that’s in three days. Please. I literally have nothing here. I’ll send you an email of everything, my boxes in the closet should have most of it.” Because her mother didn’t want her things cluttering up the dressers in the guest bedroom for all the guests they never had. “Anything else just purchase it and send it overnight to an address I am going to send you. I’ll pay for it,” she tacked on before her mother could start in about the money.

Her mother was back on another bender of talking and Emma pulled up a fresh email and put together a list of everything she needed. Bullet points grouped by where to find the items in her boxes or where to buy them from. She was sure to copy both her mother, father, and Daniel and hit send before her call with her mother ended. Emma waited for her mother to go through the list on the phone, confirming Emma really did need all of this and questioning some of the items on the list as well. But before they disconnected her mom promised they would get everything.

Emma sighed and set the receiver down once they were finally done talking. She felt drained, as she always did after they talked, and her bed was calling her name. She took a moment to reply to Laswell that she indeed had items coming. She hoped her mother got most of it together and to the woman, or her associates, in time. Next stop was laundry, Maricela then finally dinner.

“Why are you in scrubs?” Crane asked as he sat down at the same table, they had all occupied the night before. He was the first one in the mess hall and his plate was piled high just as it had been last time.

“It’s all I’ve got that isn’t dirty currently,” Emma answered simply. “I’ve got stuff coming from home and I stopped by the laundry to drop my dirty stuff and see if they had anything extra I could borrow for the next few days. They said they’d look but I’m not holding my breath,” she replied before tearing into her food. She was starved after the day she had, she knew she was going to have to start eating better if she was going to be working out and gaining muscle. Her body wasn’t going to survive on a meal and a half per day.

“Someone just hung a bag on your door when I was leaving. I saw them standing around looking for your room, we really should get plaques or something,” Alex supplied as he took a seat next to Emma. The scent of shampoo and body wash enveloped Emma as his arms reached out in front of her for some napkins. “Looked like it could be a bag of clothes,” he supplied as Soap reached the table and sat across from Emma instead of his seemingly usual spot next to her.

“How are you feeling?” Soap asked, his eye searching Emma’s face, then over her body taking in the scrubs, seemingly having the same question as Crane had when he sat down.

“Dead on my feet,” Emma answered before plucking at her scrub shirt, “it’s the only clean thing I’ve got currently,” she explained before Soap could ask his next question. “Laundry hopefully dropped some stuff at my room for me to wear. I don’t think wearing scrubs to work out in is going to be very comfortable.” She continued to eat before looking up and around the mess hall. So far it was only herself, Alex, Crane, and Soap. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Price, Ghost, and Gaz had somewhere to be this evening,” Soap answered between bites. “So you only have us for company this evening,” he finished with a grin, his foot under the table lightly kicking hers.

“Well, you three are on your own when I finish eating. I need sleep, especially if I have to be in the gym by five thirty,” she explained before rolling her neck a bit. “I need to stretch out before bed if I have any hope of being able to move in the morning,” Emma finished before going back to eating. She was physically and mentally drained and was ready for the peace and quiet of her room. Thirty minutes of stretching would have to do because any longer she was certain she’d fall asleep on the floor.

“That out of shape huh?” Crane teased as he threw up a soup cracker and caught it in his mouth.

“I haven’t seen you in the gym in the past few days,” Alex quipped back, “you’ll be on Price’s list next if you aren’t careful. And I doubt Soap will be as helpful to you as he is to Emma,” he tagged on smiling a bit.

“I’ll just let the weights fall on your face,” Soap responded, the toes of his booted feet still pushed up against the toes of Emma’s shoes. Emma didn’t pull her feet back as she continued to eat, letting the three of them banter back and forth to fill the silence before finally standing up with her completely empty tray. She still felt like she could eat more but didn’t want to make herself sick.

“I’ll see you both bright and early,” she said to Soap and Alex. The former having risen a bit from his own spot on the bench, as if he were going to rise and walk with her. Even if his food wasn’t finished yet. “And maybe you should come too, Crane, if you are going to talk the talk you should walk the walk.” Soap and Alex laughed at her response and Crane joined them before Emma left the mess hall and headed back to her room to bed.

As Alex has suspected the bag that hung on her doorknob was laundry. Some of it was obviously old, forgotten clothes that people had left behind but they all were clean and seemed close enough to her size. She pulled everything out and picked out her clothes for the gym the next day before settling herself on the floor on a towel to stretch out. She may have stayed in corpse pose a little too long because she jerked herself awake sometime later before stripping out of her clothes and literally crawling into bed.

Soap’s jacket was still tucked neatly under her pillows waiting for her and she fisted her fingers into the fabric, like a security blanket, before falling back to sleep.

[citrusinicake]

snowsancuary evidence collection

some of these may not be as significant as the rest but whatever

warning for mild horror, mentions/implications of stalking, and scopophobia

header: link (can get a copy by replacing edit with copy)

header with brightness, saturation, and contrast turned up, doesn't seem like anything's hidden but maybe i did it wrong idk

actual doc has a prose in playfair display font that i will call the mesite poem, it has generally proper punctation with the exception of a few misspellings which im guessing are not intentional (unless they are?), strangely placed commas which im not sure are intentional or not (i dont read poems idk how they work lol), and a few strangely capitalized letters: R U E T H E D A Y M E S I T E (RUE THE DAY MESITE)

it references a few things from the castle arc such as a snow abode which is later referred to as a cage (zam's base, his safe space later turning into a hostile one), the bird singing to those it should not (zam talking and teaming with ppl dualityduo dont approve of or even actively hostile towards), the bird going out to eat bugs and worms then hiding in the dark (the eating is possibly(?) a reference to zam only ever killing ppl when he needs to/when he thinks theyre evil and then hiding away in his base for the rest of the time), the dog lifting the bird with its two bruised hands to its heart (could be a reference to ro and mapicc and team awesome but maybe im reaching), a feeling of freedom and confidence due to being flightless and therefore disadvantaged and having nothing to lose (zam losing like 14 hearts or something), the bird that starts fearing the dog that stalks outside its cage (mapicc literally stalking zam in mc and zam slowly getting increasingly paranoid each time)

it also specifically mentions the 30th (i didnt watch the streams and havent caught up with the vods yet so idk if thats referencing anything) amd a red house on the street

mesite according to wikipedia (made the interesting parts bold):

"The mesites (Mesitornithidae) are a family of birds that are part of a clade (Columbimorphae) that include Columbiformes and Pterocliformes. They are smallish flightless or near flightless birds endemic to Madagascar. They are the only family with more than two species in which every species is threatened (all three are listed as vulnerable).

"The mesites are forest and scrubland birds that feed on insects and seeds; brown and white-breasted mesites forage on the ground, gleaning insects from underneath leaves as well as low vegetation. The subdesert mesite uses its long bill to probe in the soil. Other birds, such as drongos and flycatchers, will follow mesites to catch any insects they flush out or miss. Mesites are vocal birds, with calls similar to a passerine song, used for territorial defence. Two or three white eggs are laid in a stick-built nest located in a bush or on a low branch. The Mesitornis species are monogamous while Monias benschi is polygamous and, unlike the other two, shows significant sexual dichromatism.

"Historically, mesites’ phylogenetic relationships were not very clear; they have been allied with the Gruiformes, Turniciformes and Columbiformes. Recent phylogenomic studies support Pterocliformes (sandgrouse) as the sister group of mesites while some more recent studies place this clade with another clade constituted of Columbiformes and Cuculiformes (cuckoos)."

mesite according to rankred.com:

"Brown Mesite is a flightless bird species found only in Madagascar’s humid evergreen forests. The Brown Mesite is classified as a vulnerable species. Due to its preference to remain in low altitude regions of the forest, where dogs and other common predators are widespread, they are an easy target to prey upon. Loss of habitat is also a major factor for their declining population."

bio: binary code

[01001111 01100011 01110100 01101111 01100010 01100101 01110010] translates to [october]

log 24: weird smiley

the fact that this is the first log implies that the first 23 logs were writtenon the walls which i would honestly like to see

log 25: morse code

[- …. . .-. . … / … --- -- . - …. .. -. --. / -- .. … … .. -. --.] translates to [theres something missing]

the tag before it says [i cant put my finger on it.], idk if tag order was intentional or not, probs doesnt matter either way lol

log 27: cheating scandal

idk just thought it was something to take note of for later

log 28: crown

the only log so far with the crown symbol

could just be because of the competition

log 29: only one with 1 dot at the title rather than 2

milk post: red, first evidence of stalking

log 31: binary code

leads to this link which leads to this picture (poated for those who cant access it):

original vs edited

no idea what the text behind says, interesting that this is specifically on the log that mentions getting robbed and "him"

to watch post: purple, idk theres just something weird about it

the fact its not a log and the fact that zam seems irritated in the drawing means theres a non-zero cahmce he didnt write it