#so i'm sorry im limiting this quite a bit!

[digiflora]

╭┄───────────── 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐔𝐕! ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

featuring. hsr men 〆 wc. 1.0k

art creds. 海仑 on weibo 〆 contains. mentions of being drunk/drinking, some suggestiveness but still sfw

gia's notes. new layout bc im allergic to keeping a theme 🏰 also i'm writing this while i procrastinate an essay. which is due in like.. 8.5 hours. and i am 2k over the word limit. joy upon joy.

╰┄➤ ❝ request. anon 〆 What HSR men says when they are drunk. ❞

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they’re SWEET when they’re drunk.

his voice gets a touch softer, a little lower so that you have to crane your neck and lean in real close to him to catch what he's saying over the bustle of the bar that you went to and the chatter of your friends that you came with. it’s like you’re in your own little universe with him, the sweet pinkish tint to his cheeks and the dilated pupils a look that you could definitely get used to- not that his usual more reserved look didn’t make your heart hammer in your chest, too.

but it's just so rare to see him like this, for him to look at you like you hung the stars in the sky, like every word that passes your lips is a prayer, whose hands furl and unfurl in his lap like he's itching to touch you (you wish he would).

it's not like he really says much, per se, instead opting to watch your every move wide-eyed and with a slackened jaw. you're growing warm under his gaze, and you stutter out that he'll really have to quit staring at you like that before you get the wrong idea. that does little to stop his actions, though he does flash you a sheepish smile.

"i'm sorry, you just look so beautiful."

you almost choke as you take a sip of your own drink.

gepard, dan heng (imbibitor lunae), moze, luocha

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they’re FLIRTY when they’re drunk.

it should be illegal for him to be this much of a smooth talker with that many drinks in his system. he's completely and utterly shameless, one arm rested casually against the back of your chair and his whole undivided attention on you as he throws every line he knows right at you hoping that one will land.

you'd be lying if you said that you weren't enjoying this attention from him, though there's the remaining sober part of you screaming how he's just a friend over and over, but when he dips his head low to whisper into your ear you're delighted to find that part of you audibly drown out.

everything about him is just so... tantalising. the way his silver tongue darts out to swipe across his lip, him not missing the way your eyes follow the movement. the way he leans back in his seat, the hungry yet calculating look in his eyes doing something to you. the way you see him deliberating over something before finally opening his mouth to speak.

and when he asks you if you want to get out here with him, it's only natural for you to accept his offer.

aventurine (realistically he gets sad when he drinks but that is not romantical or lighthearted at all) jiaoqiu, gallagher, boothill

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they’re TALKATIVE when they’re drunk.

even on a good day, he's known to just talk, and talk, and talk if he gets going. that particular quality only seems to be amplified by the alcohol coursing through his system. he's been talking your ear off for the past half hour or so, a never-ending flow of words escaping his lips as he seems to he telling you just about everything that's on his mind.

you see the glances from others, the pity edging its way to concern adorning their features, but little do they know that you don't mind one bit.

while he may not be everyone's favourite to talk to, you've always found something within you compelled to sit and listen while he talks. he's always had something interesting to say, always been wary of if you are feeling tired or bored (not that you ever would be of him), and over your few encounters you've grown to be rather fond of him.

he's still talking now, an enthusiastic gleam in his eye as you smile and nod, propping your chin against your hand as you get comfy and study his features unbothered.

he sees the affectionate look on your face and stops for a moment, smiling widely and stuttering a few times before continuing.

dr ratio, sampo, mr reca, argenti

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they’re TIRED when they’re drunk.

it's something that happened once, a few months ago when you had drank with them for the first time. you had all been in a group, and you had been chatting away with your friends rather livelily (i dont think that's a word) until you promptly felt a weight against your shoulder.

your reactions are a bit sluggish, but when you do turn to see just what it could be you're surprised to see a head of hair, and your tipsy brain just about manages to realise he's slumped over, dozing off on your shoulder, much to the amusement of everyone at the table.

you find it rather funny yourself, sneaking your phone out of your pocket to snap a rather unflattering-angled photo of him (which he still manages to look good in) that you send to him the next morning (he smiled to himself as he saw your grinning face in the corner of it and saved it to his camera roll).

you don't quite have the heart to wake him up or shrug him off, so you sort of just... let him be and continue talking like nothing had happened. some nondescript amount of time later he wakes up, blinking uncertainly as he gains his surroundings, before jolting up ramrod straight and apologising to you.

you giggle, tell him it's alright and tease that he must be getting old to be asleep this early, which is met with an unimpressed look from him.

but from that night onwards, it happens a little too... often to be some chance.

every time he drinks, without fail, his head drops onto your shoulder. it's somewhat of a routine to snap a photo of him like this, to admire it in secret before sending it to him, and it's somewhat of a tradition now for him to wake up and instead send you a reserved smile before letting himself doze off on your shoulder again.

not that either of you are complaining.

blade, jing yuan, caelus, welt

➤ IF YOU LIKED THIS, TRY ... do you want somebody like i want somebody?

[urstruly-ghst]

have you ever tried this one ?! - 3rd years

in which you remember the song 'juno' and start to perform in your bedroom. forgetting you invited someone over.

author's note: (not edited, just thoughts) i promise, im trying to churn the fics. but hehe... i got the idea from my brainrot of crowley bringing your world's music to you.

content: can be read platonic/romantic (leaning on romantic), gn! reader, suggestive (its juno positions, what did u expect ?!)

As you stay in the privacy of your own room, you remember the old playlist Crowley gave you. You roll your eyes, out the of the many ways Crowley can help... He brings you music? He stresses that "It is a good way to connect with your home! And, who knows, this is a key to get you back?"

He said that and still insists he can't find a way. However, one step closer, right? You sigh and look at the limited music that was summoned. Looking at the music choices, you laugh as you saw "Juno." You decide to chime in and remember how you performed it back in your own privacy.

"Have you ever tried this one?" You say in a very flirty tone as you strike a pose, similar to what Sabrina would do in her tour. Mortified, you saw someone at the door.

trey clover

being confident in your own privacy, you dance and be as sensual as you want. usually, you wouldn't. but hey, a bit fun never killed anyone? plus, the position you pulled was fairly tame. it was just you pushing your butt a bit more out there, which may have shown something...

you gasp as you realize trey was there, standing, mortified and red. he looked shocked as the song in the background still played. it came to the part where Sabrina declares she was "so fucking horny." you were still in that specific pose before you stood up apologizing. trey coughed and shook his head, trying to shake off the image of you being that sensual.

"the look in their eyes, oh sevens. and the way that pose with uh.." trey's thoughts grow frantic as he apologized and tried to close the door

"prefect! i'm so sorry! let me just... next time, maybe lock the door? that was.. quite the show." you can basically hear the smirk.

cater diamond

cater was vlogging on the way to the dorm and to your room. he was hearing how you sang from the hall, he was excited to catch you off guard with a video. he giggled at his plan and barged in, but as he barged in, you were posing with that flirty tone cooing out of your mouth.

he nearly dropped his phone and his mouth was agape. your pose was so perfectly tame and lewd, he couldn't help but loose some air. cater tried to cover his eyes and try to laugh it off

"dear sevens, not now. don't let my imagination do the rest!" cater begs in his mind as he tried to grab his phone and shuffle out the door.

"nice voice though, bestie! uhm... maybe learn to lock things? that wasn't really... uhm. ah! let me just edit this, don't worry i won't post it!"

leona kingscholar

leona was annoyed how he had to get out of his nap. however, your dorm was oddly very comfortable, and you invited him over. it won't hurt, right? he stalks the halls, annoyed how you didn't bother to see if he arrived.

hearing your footsteps, he heard some tunes and decided to open the door to your room. leona was about to complain when you both were caught in a stare down of a very explicit pose. you were quiet and tried to make yourself decent before

*slam* leona closed the door. he was appalled and a bit too invested in the pose you just did. his tail was swishing around and he tried to avoid the heat building up, "what a show" he thought

"if you're gonna invite me to do that, wine and dine me first, herbivore. as a prince, i expect better" he teased

vil schoenheit

vil was expecting that you'd remember his promise of pampering. as vil walked to your room, he was wondering why you haven't noticed the way he nagging. vil made sure his voice was heard.

imagine his horror when he bursts the door open and see such a vulgar display of yourself towards him, though he did have to give where credit is due. you performed well and... got the reaction you wanted.

"hmm. not bad, that did get a reaction from me. ah, i got bested once more" vil thought as you scramble to be more decent, vil's glare causing you to hurry up. but that didn't stop the song to continue playing.

"horny? potato, what are these songs? hm, but your performance... i have some strong words" vil said as he listened in, you blush and turned it off.

rook hunt

let's be honest, he was watching the whole performance. your invitation was just a signal of when he will arrive at your door. he notes each note and decided to watch the spectacular performance up close.

as rook bursts through your door, he was blushing at the fact he realized that the innuendos were becoming serious. he was shocked to see you in such a pose. but that pose!

"ah, such perfect angles. if only i could've captured this moment, what a waste!" he thinks as he tries to take in the view of your pose.

"ah! my dear prefect! what a show! and that pose, such grace and vulgarity! and what's this? you are willing to try it?" rook said with so much enthusiasm. you glare.

idia shroud

he was honestly just about to ask something but that question died when he entered the room. he was floored when all you did was something not even his idols would dare to do.

idia didn't know what to do but panic and yelp as you try to calm him down in case he'd faint (he was close to doing so). your pose was now ingrained in his mind, he can't remove how your eyes and...

"oh sevens! oh sevens! that was so?!! oh im... is it obvious?!" idia panics as he pulls down his hoodie before overheating and tripping to the door.

"stupid... you should've locked the door. now i forgot why am i even here and-" idia tried to push his hoodie and hide somewhere

malleus draconia

he was excited to see you as he heard how you were singing and performing, he found the first lyrics odd, but he was strolling with ease. malleus just wanted to check up on you, and the shock he felt when you were posing

at first, he tried to be reasonable. but as his ears cannot deceive him, and his eyes too. he was shocked and speechless and the way you were displayed. you gasp and realize you nearly flashed the strongest one among the student body.

"how do i tell my child of man the implications of their words and actions?" malleus worries as he felt the blush creep in at the awkward situation they were in. he coughed and offered some space as he stood in front of the door

"does that mean... no. but ah, i can't have such feelings just yet. what enchantment has my dear done?" malleus said embarrassed.

lilia vanrouge

lilia was like rook, he saw it from a mile away. however, unlike rook, he was willing to not barge in. lilia calmly stalked you and appeared upside by your door. however, he was shocked and nearly fell at the display.

that pose and flirty tone was enough to cause such scandals. you yelp and try to stand up as quick as you can as lilia giggled at the notion. he went down on the ground and tried to calm your frantic explanations, humming alongside the song. he found it good.

"oh! that is quite a display. hmm, do they know how scandalous they are being right now? and quite the nice melody over something so raunchy." lilia giggled as he smirked as the song played on.

"quite the scandal, dear. keep the door locked next time, fufufufu~ though, i must say, the song is quite a treat. i would love to learn it on my guitar, i can hear that guitar solo after~"

[4doras]

ONE, THEN THE REST ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

you knew going to a party would result in a hangover, but you didn't know it would come with a boyfriend too ⊹♡ 

mark x f.reader 

genre. fluff

wc. 1.5k

a/n. wanted to write SO badly so i decided to write for mark ^^ first mark fic (and dreamies fic!!) also i know quite literally nothing about frat parties/boys so sorry if this is COMPLETELY OFF… im just going off of how i imagine it ;; + warning for mentions of alcohol and swearing!! 

mark lee. the number one frat boy. if you thought of mark, you'd think of the frat house. if you thought of the frat house, you thought about the lavish and extravagant parties it held. and if you thought of the parties, you thought of mark, the host of them all. 

– 

“yesterday was actually insane, dude. the house was so packed, i swear the whole campus was there.” jaehyun was laying on the bed, limbs sprawled out. 

no response. 

more under the cut!

“you okay?” jaehyun rested on his elbows, sitting up to look at mark’s unfazed face. he noticed how odd mark had been acting after the party. it was like mark was in a daze, like he had seen the seven archangels at there. 

“h-huh?” mark blinked himself back into reality. “yeah, im fine. just a bit tired from yesterday.” 

“if you say so.” but jaehyun knew there was more to it than just being tired, there was definitely something up with mark. he didn't know what, but he knew he’d find out. 

– 

the party was truly insane. it was one of the first ones you had been to in a while. if it wasn’t for your friends pleading at your feet for you to tag along, you wouldn't have gone, missing out on such a big event for the whole campus. 

you weren’t an outcast. you used to go to parties every time there was one, but you stopped going after a while, as the adrenaline had left from how frequently you had gone to them. but this one was something else. 

the various coloured lights blinding you from a few seconds before straying away from you, the alcohol burning as it went down your throat, the splash of the ping pong ball as it plopped into the red plastic cups; it was all a memory you'd never forget. 

but what you hated the most? the lingering hangover the day after. 

you knew your limits, but in the moment that “one more” sip of alcohol, that turned into many more, sounded so good. 

– 

“y/n, you were crazy last night. i forget that you loved parties before you stopped going.” your best friend, yizhou, sat by you, on the edge of your bed. 

“i'm never going to another party.” you groaned. “my he- no, my everything hurts.” despite the good memories, the hurt afterward was not worth it. 

“you’ll probably have to go to the next party and every single one after, actually.” she giggled, a knowing grin plastered on her face. a grin you couldn't read. 

“what exactly does that mean, yi.” everything past the drinking and the games was a blur. the multiple drinks messed up your head, merging different memories into one. 

her jaw dropped, as if you were meant to remember the moment that you clearly couldn't recall. was it that serious if you couldn't remember it? 

“you're telling me… you don't remember it? like, at all?” both her hands were on your shoulder, trying to shake the memory out of you. 

“if it was as grand as you’re making it seem, i’d be raving about it right now.” 

“y/n, you kissed mark.” 

mark? the mark lee that every girl desired? you kissed mark? 

– 

the next few nights were a mess. all you could think about was mark. the moment of kissing him slowly brought itself back into your mind, putting back missing pieces of the memory to build the whole thing back together. 

it felt like the perfect timing – the way your hands fit each other perfectly, the way the kiss wasn't for show, but for your own selves – the way it felt so real, like he truly wanted it. but in the end, you knew you were just another girl to mark. 

– 

“mark, i know somethings wrong, so just tell me what it is.” jaehyun sighed as he watched mark’s blank stare burn holes into the table that was peppered with crushed soda cans. 

“nothing bad, it's just about… about the party.” mark hesitated. why was it so hard to say? 

“well? am i supposed to know exactly what happened, or are you gonna tell me?” jaehyun joked, his smile faltering as he caught eyes with how serious mark looked. 

“well, um. i kissed y/n, and i don't know… i keep thinking about it, its seriously driving me crazy, jaehyun.” mark confessed. his eyes were glossed over and full of thought. 

“that's it?” jaehyun expected more, seeing how dignified mark was acting about it. 

“i guess so. but seriously, dude. it felt so… right? it was like we were meant to kiss in that moment. or, we were meant to be? i don't know what i'm saying.” mark sat up straight after hearing what nonsense he was saying. him? having a crush on someone? mark liking someone was something that just wasn't possible in this universe. 

“can i be honest? i think you like her, mark. the way you’re describing how you felt, and how you keep thinking about the kiss? i’m so sure that you’re in love with y/n.” 

“what? i don't like her, it's just the kiss that's stuck in my head.” 

“the kiss that you had with her, that is.” 

– 

mark would usually need the whole fraternity to hype him up enough to as much as approach you. but for this, he had to keep his little crush on you a secret. for now, only jaehyun would know. until you and him were dating, mark intended to keep it under wraps. 

“you got this, you’re literally mark lee.” he reassure mark before pushing him in your direction. 

“hey, uh, y/n.” he smiled softly, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. 

you looked to the side of you, hopefully to lock eyes with yizhou, but she slipped past you, followed by a quick “i just remembered i left something at my house!” and running off. 

“hey, mark.” you smiled back, hoping he didn't notice your moment of panic. 

“um,” why was he so nervous to talk to you? he could speak to any other girl perfectly fine, but you? it was like he was trying to tame a tiger. “i wanted to talk about the kiss.” 

you couldn't tell how he felt about the kiss, his words were laced with an undetermined ribbon that you couldn't untie. 

“yeah, of course.” you smiled through the uncertainty of getting your heart broken. 

mark’s heart was racing. how could he bring up the fact that he was in love with you? what if you didn't like him back? and what if you told everyone he likes you and everyone laughs at the fact that he could get everyone but the one person he likes? 

“i liked it? i mean, i like… you?” he had practiced this a billion times with jaehyun, how every possible scenario could have gone, but when he was right in front of you, it was much harder. “fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “i like you, y/n. like, seriously. i didn't accept it until jaehyun told me about how i was acting and then it was clear to me that i do. and i don't know if you like me too, but, i just wanted to get it off my chest, y’know? if i'm being honest, it's kinda been driving me insane, i keep thinking about you and… sorry, i'm just rambling now.” he was playing with the hem of his shirt, folding it into itself. 

you didn't know how to respond, but then again, no girl would. your heart pounded, tightening at your chest the more you held the silence. 

“i like you too, mark. i know every other girl would've said this because… you’re mark. but i really do mean it.” and even if you couldn’t tell him how much you loved him in words, you knew it in your mind that it was more than him being him. 

it was past his flirtatious personality that made anyone feel more than a friend to him, past the way he would host the best parties, past his stupid frat boy persona. 

“so… do you wanna ki-” you couldn't wait any longer. the moment you heard the first syllable of kiss, you pressed your lips against his, cutting him off. the kiss was needy, like you'd been waiting for his lips your whole life, which you basically had. his hands found your waist, holding you closer, and yours wrapped around his back, your warmths blending into one. 

if it wasn’t for jaehyun, who had been hiding nearby, the two of you would be clinging onto each other until midnight, but he made his presence clear, and god, was it awkward. 

– 

knock, knock, knock! three firm knocks came from your door. “coming!” you called out, knowing it was your boyfriend, mark. 

you opened the door to a very happy looking mark. 

“hi, baby.” he took your face into his hands, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. 

as you closed the door behind mark, you caught a glimpse of a dozen men, standing, waiting outside your dorm.

well, now that you and mark were together, the whole frat house would know, and soon the whole school.

[rene-darling]

EXPLORING- him

In which you find yourself being able to closely touch and see your boyfriend's body..aka body hcs, and you examine their scars...im not sure if this is the original artist but I found the pic on scara.meowing insta

...Wanderer...xiao...kazuha...

Wanderer

The wanderer isn't one to let just anyone see his body,

Even thinking about being so vulnerable in front of someone leaves his head aching and sends a weird feeling up his spine

Letting someone see the scars he has obtained from throughout his life is something he won't ever agree to doing,

So if you wish to be able to see him, you'll have to find a roundabout way to do so,

Luckily for you, for the past few days, he's been complaining about back aches from being hunched over all day trying to complete his assignments from being a vahumana student

You offered a massage which after much pain and annoyance he agreed to.

After he agreed he turned around from you and took off his kimono, slipping it off with ease as he moved to remove the top half of his black body suit as well, cheeks slightly flushed as he was basically stripping in front of you.

He laid on his stomach starting forward, his usual snappy self is a bit quiet, it isn't every day he's laid bare in front of you for you to touch without engaging in promiscuous activities.

"hurry up what are you starin-" Suddenly the boy goes quiet as you run your hand down his spine, chuckling to yourself at his immediate quietness

Imprints of big circles are left on his back, most likely from the tubes that once connected him to his shouki no kami, large red indents are all that's left on his puppet body, and his back tenses once your fingers trace the circle following it's track.

Your fingers trace his skin where forgotten scars lay healed, scars mostly gained by cruel experiments at the hands of the doctor, his face sours when you touch them, constricting in...annoyance? Sadness? Or perhaps at the reminder of bad memories.

And when your hand traces up his spine to a strange purple symbol on the back of his neck, one that represents the electro symbol but not quite.

And as your hand touches it, it's as if a bolt of lightning is sent through his body, his hand immediately reacting to slap away your hand from it, quickly getting up and backing away from your touch his panicked eyes look into yours his breathing ragged for a moment before calming down

"I'm...im sorry" his voice comes out in a whisper, as if that's all he could manage..

Xiao

If you thought getting the wanderer to show himself to you was hard think again.

In no circumstance will he ever allow you to massage him just because his muscles feel sore

He's too proud as an Adeptus and as a Yaksha to allow that.

No matter how many long nights he's fought allowing himself relief in this form is out of the question.

It's not just his pride speaking though, he's far too selfless to allow himself rest.

Only when his karmic dept clings to him and dark miasma swirls in the air that surrounds him does he agree to allow you to touch him, albeit very reluctantly.

Only after being pushed to his physical limit does he allow you to touch his bare body, his bare body that he despises so much.

Your hands, which remain untainted by the dark miasma that surrounds him, untainted by the blood of thousands of innocents, he isn't deserving of your touch.

But he holds his tongue, letting your hands roam over his toned back without arguing, not so much as a pip is heard from the man,

He has a small frame, and an even smaller waist but the muscles he's trained from over a millennia are quite clear and pronounced

Your hands ghost over healed scars that he's long forgotten the stories too, claw marks which indicated a time his very flesh was punctured and bleeding.

Those scars he had gained admits battle, those roughly edged scars that you touched oh so very sweetly. He doesn't deserve this. In his mind he doesn't even deserve you but this especially.

He breathes deeply, it's okay, it's fine, he doesn't mind as you touch the scars he obtained during wartime, a time when he used to fight with his brothers and sisters

But his breath does hitch when you touch a scar that...even after thousands of years is stuck deep into his skin, a scar he received long before being rescued by Rex lapis.

His fists clenched as the memories flashed before his eyes,, the memories of him..his breathing increased almost to the point of him having a mini panic attack..

He only calmed himself once your hand moved away from there and to his arm as you traced the tattoo on it, gently tracing its edges as you reassured him that it would be alright.

Kazuha

Kazuha does not mind one bit if you want to see his body

He'll make a sly remark about your request of course

But he'll never deny nor say no to you

He doesn't have any insecurities regarding his body

He's confident in them and the scars he has obtained over the years of being a samurai

He'll raise an eyebrow at your request and give you a sly smile, yet when you explain your reasoning he'll smile gently and he chuckles nodding to your request set

Taking off his shirt for you and laying on his stomach, you can see his arms wrapped in bandages and some freshly obtained scars on his back are too.

Most though, are healed each one having a story behind it,

Whatever scar you trace he'll have the story behind it, from the smallest of cuts to the deepest of gashes he'll tell you, in depth how, where, and when he got it

Scars trace throughout his body down his arms that are wrapped in bandages, perhaps this day, he'll let you redo them for him,

Other than his scars his skin is soft and smooth, it's quite fair and he definitely has a tan line, his face is a bit darker than the rest of his body due to him always being out in the sun

He sometimes likes going into gruesome details about how he got a specific scar, but when you asked him about one he got on the day tomo was killed, he hesitates.

Going quiet for a moment, thinking deeply about what to say or tell, but unlike the other boys, he's more open with you and he'll tilt his head back as he recounts the story of that scar.

He won't tell you the whole story but...little by little he'll start mentioning little details here and there, leaving you some empty spots for you to figure out.

[deceit-and-knowledge]

We want the preening session 👁️👁️

Ooc: giving you the preening session. Sometimes I wonder if this is a rp blog or a fanfic blog (not that I have a problem with that i am a writer)

s: sooooo~ you need help with your wingies, huh?

pv: just with preening.. you know I like to be clean..!..

*sits down on the bed*

s: *sits down behind him, leaning forward to appear in pure vanilla's trusty staff's view, it's glowing star turning to look at him as so do the eyes on the wings and his hair*

...do they see?

pv: mhm.. I suppose I'm not as blind anymore haha.. *he wiggles a bit to comfortably adjust him to a more proper position beside his "bluebird"*

s: *tucks himself behind pure vanilla, the lower wing brushes against his leg as he adjusts him behind pure vanilla's long blonde hair, being gentle as to not sit on those golden locks*

pv: mphm~.. (<- pain?.. uncomfortable? It's definitely not pleasure I can say that)

s: ...!..

hm..?

pv: sorry.. my wings are just very sensitive right now to even the smallest sensations.. even the air feels strange on them....

I'll get use to them, it's quite alright!..

s: if you insist, vanilly! *He gently takes a wing, wrapping his hand underneath it, the soft warm feathers, as pale as snow caressing the powder blue hand in its fluffiness*

*he takes the wing more towards him, being cautious as to not harm his darling out of respect and love. Whilst his own mind is plagued with odd thoughts and ideas about the situation he refrains from behaving off as to not alarm or cause his sunlight to be put off, he fights the intense urge to explore what this sensitivity entails. But that's torture, that's not who he is anymore afterall and this isn't even a redemption au*

now.. how exactly do you want me to go about this?

pv: simply check for any pin feathers or anything trapped in the wings..please be careful of pin feath-

s: I'm the once fount of knowledge and you think I don't know how to preen.. don't be a fool! *He begins combing through the wings, letting out a continuous soft purr as he does in order to keep the sensitive angel calm during this*

*[Spoiler it doesn't particularly work well..]*

*as he preens the wings, a bonding activity between a mating pair of birds, much a good reflection of a loving couple both winged or not, simply showing their beloved affection. Pure vanilla shivers, letting out a breathless huff.*

pv: p-please.. refrain ..d-doing that for a bit ..

s: whaaat~ can't take it? My, you do not last long, doesn't bode well for the future hehe.

pv: get your mind out of such an inappropriate crevice ..

s: really wish I could! But you know me~ everything's a little game to me.

pv: hmph..

s: aww c'mon, don't pout. Live a little!

pv: hmph!

s: now you're just being bratty..

pv: hmmmph! *Smirks*

s: ooooh~! 🎶 you're playing! Hahaha!!

*gently tries to go back to preening, this time the lower middle wing*

pv: ah! (<- ...this.."ah" is exactly what you think it is)

s: .........!?

pv: *covers mouth* I SAID REFRAIN! I need to recover.... it's too much of a sensation.....it's rather overwhelming you know .....

s: 😏

pv: what's wrong with you today... you're never this....bad.....

s: ....

...i....im just messing with you alright! Can't I flirt with my doll..

pv: ...you can....but flirting is more "ohhh~ you're so gorgeous" or "hot"...

s: flirting can be physical too.. and more unique then your clear limited knowledge and i thought I wasn't well versed!

...are you alright...pure vanilla cookie..?

pv: I'm alright now... if I shiver stop preening.. if I take my wings away you're hurting me.

s: alright, I'll keep an eye and ear out.

*he continues to gently preen, periodically taking his hands away at any sign of discomfort from pure vanilla, afterwards he moves to the other set, doing the same. During the second set pure vanilla's intense sensitivity dwindled, soon he was relaxed and enjoying the preening. His eyes closed and he looked like he could fall asleep.*

Are you asleep?..

pv: I'm still awake.. *he leans back, gently nestling himself onto shadow milk's chest, his long blonde hair draping down the rest of shadow milk's body and his knees, acting like an elaborate blanket of pastel gold. His wings coating the hair with its glorious nature. The eyes lovingly glaring up at the blue cookie*

s: ....*fidgets to adjusts himself, he tucks his arms around pure vanilla, resting his hands on pure vanillas souljam*

pv: thank you... I'm sorry for how...awkward that was...

s: it was no problem! I'll do anything for you~ ⁠♡

pv: ...heh.. aren't you a good boy~ ⁠♡

s: you are doing that SOOOO on purpose.

pv: *mischievously sticks his tongue out* heh!..

[24hlevi]

Can you do a fluff promt #24 on the second list with chishiya? I love that man sm so it would be nice!

thank you so much for requesting! 🫶

also it's literally 5 in the morning i just woke up im sorry if this is terrible

— SAFE WITH YOU

chishiya shuntaro (alice in borderland) x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: fluff prompt ("you're safe here with me. nobody's going to harm you ever again.") from my 2.5k event

warnings: language

after waiting for chishiya outside of the king of diamonds, he appeared to be different. you couldn't pinpoint how exactly, but you were sure that something happened in that game that resulted in him being different towards you, as if he out of nowhere started caring about your opinions and life. the two of you walked in silence as you held the umbrella above both of you due to the rain that was progressively getting worse as time went on.

until he finally spoke.

"what do you think about the value of a human life?"

"what?" you question, turning your head to look over at him.

"i didn't realize it before but, i think of it differently now," he says, looking forward at the buildings.

"what do you mean?" you said, a confused look on your face.

"i mean-"

he was interrupted by a gunshot echoing throughout the city, and when he turned to look at you, you were suddenly on the ground, grasping your side. chishiya's eyes widened ever so slightly as he quickly looked around to see who had fired that shot, and his gaze turned dark when he spotted niragi down the road.

"shit," he cursed under his breath, crouching down beside you. "y/n, y/n, can you hear me?"

"yeah," you nodded, wincing in pain as you held the wound, your eyes closed with your head on the cement.

"i'm going to get you out of here, okay?" he says, a bit of nervousness in his voice you'd never heard before. "c'mon, i'm going to pick you up and we're going to run, alright?"

"okay," you answer, nodding your head again.

chishiya carefully scooped you into his arms, carrying you bridal style and hearing another shot fire. he quickly started running in no particular direction, knowing niragi would follow him, occasionally glancing down at you to make sure you were still alive.

he turned and went into a building, shutting the door behind him and glancing around to see what was in there. an office building. he went down the hall and opened the door to one of the offices, going to the corner and laying you down on the ground.

you had passed out by now, and the blood was seeping through your clothes onto the floor beneath you, and he knew he had to do something fast or else you wouldn't make it. he went through the whole building grabbing items and first aid supplies that would help, and when he returned, he sat in front of you and stared for a moment.

"this is going to sting," he says, putting some rubbing alcohol on a paper towel he found and pressing it onto your wound.

you awoke with a sharp gasp, sitting up and letting out a yelp before chishiya pushed you back down onto your back.

"lay down," he tells you. "i'm trying to make sure you don't die on me."

you laid back down without a response, trying not to think about the words he said to you. this was definitely different. in the whole year you had known this man, he comes out different because of a damned killing game. you don't know what happened in that venue, but you don't really want to know either. you sat in silence as he carefully fixed you up with the limited materials he had gathered in the building, occasionally looking over at him to see how he looked. his eyebrows were furrowed together slightly in focus of stitching the wound closed, and his eyes had a new look in them, one you couldn't quite figure out.

"there, all done," he suddenly speaks, knocking you out of your thoughts.

"thank you," you mutter, slowly sitting up to lean against the wall.

"don't thank me," chishiya shook his head.

leaning your head against the wall, you let out a long sigh. "how much longer do we have to be here?"

"supposedly there's only two more games left," he answered, sitting down next to you. "one is the king of spades, which i've heard is simply a man running around killing all of us."

"great," you mumble. "let's hope he doesn't find us here, then. otherwise i'm done for," you speak quietly.

"don't worry," chishiya shakes his head. "you're safe here with me. nobody's going to harm you ever again."

you look over at him in subtle shock at his words, and judging by his expression, he was shocked by his own words. "thank you," you say quietly.

"don't thank me," he repeats what he said earlier. "i've just come to realize the value of a human life, and you're the most important person in my life."

you almost couldn't believe the words coming from his mouth. was this really happening? did he mean what he was saying, or was he just talking to make you feel better? surely, it couldn't be that. he wouldn't say anything like that in that kind of way. "what are you trying to say?" you ask.

"i love you," he answered.

there it was. the words you had been hoping to hear from him since the day you found yourself in love with him. part of you didn't believe it was possible, knowing the way he was. but, you finally got something good out of this world.

"i love you too."

[transmutationisms]

this is probably shaped by my limited frame of reference, but im really fascinated by witnessing the real-time development of adhd as a diagnosis. people attribute so many symptoms to it now or maybe they always did? i was wondering if you have any thoughts on what is the use of adhd specifically as a category within psychiatry. I'm esl so sorry for any confusing wording

no you're right imo; diagnostic categories are always somewhat in flux ofc but ADHD is one that has seen a particularly pronounced shift in the last couple decades. obviously this is multifactorial but my observation goes something along these lines:

'hyperactivity' has been dx'd in children since about the 1950s (also when Ritalin hit the market) but the ADHD dx doesn't really take off until the 90s (also when Adderall, a 2nd-gen reformulation of the 'obesity' drug Obetrol, hit the market). so, it's not all that surprising that 20 years later you see increased patient awareness of the diagnosis, increased popular interest in it, and shifting / expanding ideas of what it means and what ADHD 'is'. it's a relatively young dx.

part of the reason it's young is because it's basically a 'biopsychiatric' dx, meaning it diagnoses certain behaviours as being a 'brain problem' rather than having social causes or context. in practice this is complicated because psychs do use pharmacological approaches in conjunction with psychodynamic ones all the time; nevertheless, the central promise of DSM ADHD and its pharmaceutical treatments has consistently been that the ADHD subject has a physiological, neurological disorder / dysfunction / aberration, and that the drug treatments on the market fix it. that none of this is actually empirically supported is conceptually inconvenient and entrenched by the research process.

the biopsychiatric narrative is worth paying attention to because the context here is one in which it has become commonly accepted that behavioural 'disorders' and affective distress of various kinds can be, basically, either of pure biological origin, or else Your Fault. in the case of childhood hyperactivity, Your Fault historically also included Your Mother's Fault; part of the reason many mothers embraced Ritalin in the 50s and 60s was because the proffered pharmaceutical narrative explicitly challenged the idea that these mothers had done something 'wrong' to result in their (mostly) sons exhibiting disruptive and hyperactive behaviour.

this dichotomy of biology vs personal failing is very overtly present in quite a bit of discourse around ADHD today. if it's my brain being 'wrong' or different, then it's not something I've done wrong but a disease with a simple chemical fix. in this context I don't think it's surprising at all that a lot of popular and patient conceptions of ADHD have seen a considerable widening over the past few decades. often people like to blame this on pharmaceutical companies, and it's true that industry benefits from these discourses and frequently invests in them (eg, via instruments like ADDitude mag). however, that's a pretty simplistic explanation on its own and doesn't really account for the ways in which patients and potential patients also find this diagnostic category personally useful, for reasons ranging from identity-formation to the desire to access prescription amphetamines. ADHD increasingly shows up as a biologised explanation for behaviours ranging from 'eating too many sweets' to 'postural sway' and so on. you can see in such examples how invoking the idea of an aberrant ADHD brain is both reassuring to people who have been made to feel ashamed of certain behaviours, and provides a sense of shared identity and community with others.

all of this is to say: I don't find it surprising at all when I see a relative broadening of notions of ADHD, almost always expressed in biological terms (the 'ADHD brain' operates differently, 'seeks dopamine', causes this or that). ADHD is in some ways a particularly blatant distillation of this general trend in popular psychiatric discourses, for reasons relating to expectations about childhood and child behaviour, and the historical and present relationship between the ADHD label and the regulation of amphetamines. but much of what's happening with ADHD in terms of popular discourses about it can also be seen with many, many other psychiatric diagnoses, to varying extents and in various ways.

my experience writing about ADHD on this website leads me to close by explicitly stating the following: I do not think any ADHD behaviours / symptoms are people's 'fault' or an individual failing; I do not think using drugs for any reason is morally bad or needs to be justified; the fact that I do not think ADHD is a 'brain disease' does not mean I think people are 'making it up' or exaggerating wrt any difficulties they experience personally, professionally, emotionally, &c.

[beepboopkek]

— Practice makes perfect (F!Reader)

Including: Dr.Ratio x F!Reader M!Reader version has been posted! cw: !! NSFW !!, F!reader, established relationship, pwp but barely, you call him veritas, cl1t slapp1ng, 0rga$m d3n1al, c0ckwarm1ng, dr is kinda mean, light degradation , kind of left at a cliffhanger?? idk, a little short, reader is doing math w/c: 1.2k a/n: HELLO IM BACK WITH ANOTHER DRABBLE first time writing for someone other than Jing Yuan so sorry if its not that good ue ue ue im still learning </3 anywyas i somehow got to a 100 followers which is both exciting and concerning but yeag hope u guys like this :3 &lt;3 NSFW BELOW THE CUT

“This simply won't do.”

Your boyfriend huffed in annoyance as your shaking hands continued to—(or well, at least tried to)— do the calculations for the question that shined brightly on the tablet resting on the table.

You couldn't decide whether to be mad at him or yourself for the predicament you were in currently.

— Sat prettily on his lap, your feet barely touching the ground and his cock snugly kept to the hilt within the confines of your pussy.

You exhaled shakily, your body shuddering as his fingers that were previously stimulating your clit were now simply resting atop it.

“Another mistake. How disappointing, I excused the last one but, you really are testing my limits now.”

His head was over your shoulder as he tutted and eyed the screen, watching every move you made and deducing what was correct and what was not.

“Maybe, if you'd let me focus I could—” 

– and suddenly, he raised his hand and landed a quick slap right on your clit.

Your body jerked in response as your words got cut off with a gasp.

The doctor's hand came back to rest on your clit, tapping it gently to soothe the pain from the slap. His other hand that was wrapped around your waist gripped you tightly as he leaned forward, pushing his cock at a deeper angle.

“If I hear another one of your remarks, things won't end well for you. Now, focus.”

You exhaled loudly in frustration as you forced your attention back onto the question, lifting the pen and continuing your calculations.

The both of you had been together for several years now, graduating from The University of Veritas Prime together— Your intellect was almost on par with his.

However, what you were doing now, though, was quite… questionable.

See, unlike him, you preferred the simpler life of teaching at a university. Getting into a guild or something of that sort had never really interested you. But, your boyfriend being… Well, The Veritas Ratio— he had his ways of convincing you to at least work on your mathematical skills to improve further the chances of you getting invited to the Intelligentsia Guild from the IPC.

So, he offered a simple solution.

Tutoring. One-on-one, of course.

… Which snapped you back to the current situation- you were dripping onto the chair on which the two of you were seated. The hard planes of his torso snug against your back.

“Another mistake.” His voice was low in your ear and you could almost feel the annoyance dripping from those words alone.

Fuck. You hadn't even registered what you were writing, your brain growing increasingly fuzzy with the way his cock pressed into all your sensitive spots.

He placed another slap on your clit, your body jerking in response as your pussy clenched around his cock.

“Start counting, Let's see how long you can keep up, hm?” 

“V—Veritas, do I really have to do t—”

Your body jerked as he landed another slap to your already tender clit.

“Address me properly.”

“Fuck— I'm sorry–”

You swallowed down your complaints, knowing it would result in only more punishment if you continued.

“That— that was three.”

Veritas smiled against your shoulder before pressing your hips into his and moving you just a little bit… but nowhere near enough. He kissed the shell of your heated ear,

“That's my girl, I knew you could do it.”

You moaned lightly as he drew circles on your frayed clit before giving it a gentle pinch and then taking away the stimulation altogether— Your heated body simmering down into a somewhat uncomfortable yet pleasurable state.

“Come on now, let's continue. You still have the whole test left.” 

You nodded shakily as you lifted the long-forgotten pen and started writing on the tablet.

This was the fourteenth question, sixteen more to go.

You managed to distract yourself enough to finish the question, The only sounds in the room were the quick taps from your pen and the occasional embarrassingly loud squelching noise from you that came as a result of Veritas moving to get more comfortable. As you finished, you waited with bated breath in hopes that he would say something.

“Is it—is it correct?”

Your boyfriend smiled before uttering a yes and leaning his head forward to kiss your cheek gently.

“Not bad… five points. So, you can be good for me, hm?”

Before you could respond, he spoke up again, “Complete the fifteenth question correctly and I'll consider letting you have an orgasm. How does that sound?”

“Please—”

A small pinch to your clit.

“It was a rhetorical question. Continue.”

You nodded numbly as you willed every fiber in your brain to focus on the question. 

Just as you were about to finish the last bit of the question you felt your boyfriend slowly beginning to massage your clit again, his lips attaching to your shoulder and neck— biting, kissing and licking as he pleased.

“Veritas— Aeons– Let me finish this, please.”

You realised your mistake a second too late, though.

Another slap, accompanied by a loud gasp escaped your mouth as you dropped the pen onto the table, your feet flexing as you processed the sudden mix of sensations that went through you.

“Count.”

Yep, you've just about crossed his limit.

“Four.” 

You steadied your breathing again.

A few beats of silence pass by and you finally finish the fifteenth question. Your breathing picked up again as you awaited Veritas’ next move.

“Half an hour. That's how long you took to finish fifteen simple arithmetic questions.”

He did not sound happy.

Before you could defend yourself, He grabbed you by the waist and stood up, setting your upper body on the table as the digital tablet dissipated.

Your feet were off the ground at this angle, meaning that his strength was the only thing keeping you steady on the table.

Veritas pushed himself deeper inside you as you arched your back, draping his larger frame over yours as he leaned down to talk right next to your ear.

“What would people think, hm? An esteemed professor with seven doctoral degrees reduced to a slobbering mess because of me?”

You only whined in response, your brain had long turned into mush— unable to comprehend anything but him. 

Neither you nor Veritas knew how you held on that long.

“Please— Sir– I did what you asked me to do.”

“I asked you to do 30 questions within half an hour. You managed only half of that.”

His voice was neither stern nor soft— just somewhere in between that you could only describe as– Veritas.

“I suppose, though, I did promise you that I'd consider granting you relief.”

Your face lit up at the thought of finally, finally getting your orgasm— The one that you had been denied for the past thirty minutes.

“Oh, such an adorable expression,”

He gathered both your hands and pinned them on your lower back, gripping them with one of his own. Veritas drew his hips back and thrust back in, moving you and the table ahead.

You moaned at the burst of pleasure, finally— “Tell me the answer to number sixteen.” Shallow thrusts that were just shy of where you were most sensitive. Asshole.You took deep breaths. “I don’t— fuck- know the question—” The digital tablet reappeared in front of you, the question glaring back at you as you whined pathetically. You felt the hand on your hip moving down to squeeze the swell of your ass. It was a warning.

Veritas planted his free hand into your hair and tugs, pulling your head back in a firm grip. “Answer me.”… Maybe accepting his offer wasn’t a good idea.

[pearlescentparade]

hello!! I'm very very sorry if this seems abrupt at all but I wanted to share some azure lore bits revealed by co-director juno ... I dearly wish I could link and share the screenshots that someone shared of juno discussing azure's facts, but unfortunately I can't do that as an anon (and I'd rather not reveal my primary blog, as it is very personal ^-^') ... if you'd like to see the messages for yourself, they are in the official two time forum, but you may need to scroll quite a bit just to view them

messages aside, here's the basic gist of the azure lorebits that were shared!!

azure was rebirthed in a field of nightshades after their death to two time, they were buried in said field and the flowers now share some of their essence after they transformed

azure doesn't completely resent two time; in fact, they miss them a lot and wants to have them back in their life. however, their current post-transformation form forces them to feel the hatred and resentment provoked by the spectre (essentially, the spectre enhanced the negativity that azure feels and makes them excessively violent in the process)

when azure transformed, vines sprouted out of their back and their head, taking the appearance of tentacles only because the fibers cause the illusion of the tentacles being made of a shiny, slick material. the tentacles are actually very sharp and thorn-like

^ adding onto this point; azure can grow nightshades from their tentacles and hair because of the vines' properties :)

before two time killed azure, azure was a very amiable individual and liked to help people. they also loved studying plants (they were very into botany) and knew how to cultivate plants into medicine for use (also a personal interpretation, but it's implied that azure was very careful when making their medicine and gave their patients the exact dose they needed, as juno mentions that azure was far more mindful and aware of their limits than two time was)

nightshades are most likely azure's favorite flowers/plants because of their medicinal properties and vibrant purple color

with all that information aside, I personally could see a (post-forsaken) two time x reader x azure where reader got sick from accidentally eating poisonous berries and two time bringing them to azure in a panic, and azure tending to them with grace and expertise ... and reader says after being treated, anticlimactically, "wow, it sure was a good thing you were one of the only botanists in the whole cult, azure!"

by the way, if it isn't taken already, may i be referred to as the azure-addict anon? i know it's a lot, so if that's too much, you can also just use the🪻emoji for me :D either one works!! i love your blog dearly, and I hope youve been doing well!! I honestly wanted to interact with you a lot sooner, but I was admittedly feeling too timid to do so... my apologies ^-^'' please take your time with requests, drink lots of water, and stay safe!! its nice to meet you :)

– azure-addict or 🪻anon

azure-addict anon im going to kiss you /p I NEEDEDDD THIS INFO CUS IDK LIKE ANYTHING ABOUT AZURE BESIDES THEIR RELATION TO THE CULT AND TWO TIME OMG,, thank u for this :] i will keep them in mind and hgehghe ,.,,, azure x reader x two time ,,,,, drools (can u tell i love throuples!!!!

ANBD OUGHGH,,,, im glad uve come out of ur shell and decided to send in something!!! do not be afraid, i dont bite!!! i always encourage anyone to talk to me, and its very exciting when new anons pop up :] thank u for ur support and the lil reminders! be careful with what u wish for cus i fear i need 2 lock in for schoolwork so reqs might take longer,, this is what i get for being a dual enrollment tryhard smh ;; it's very nice to meet you too <3

[stupidlittlespirit]

hey!! im writing a fanfic that includes someone very similar to stanford pines,, honestly if you visit my profile it's gonna be really obvious. I love your work !! but I've gotta ask, how the flying FUCK are you so good at writing smart characters? how do you like.. study their dialogue?! How do you write geniuses properly?! alsoo hope ur taking care of yourself,, please please PLEASEEE don't die. the world needs you.

Ahh thank you sm!!

I feel like characters that fit into that particular trope have quite a few 'main points' of behaviour that they all share, and then in between those main points they have lots of little bits that make up the uniqueness of them. I'm not sure that makes sense, but.....

You can look at any 'genius' character and usually, in my opinion, see a set amount of key traits. These can include, but are not limited to: self confidence/ego (not necessarily negative btw), loneliness, emotional difficulty and being highly strung. A few examples of characters who are like that are people like our beloved Ford, Rick Sanchez, Dr Herbert West, Sherlock Holmes, Reagan Ridley, Tony Stark etc etc.

When you're writing that very specific type of person, you have to keep in mind those specific base traits. You then want to keep their fundamental behaviours in mind whilst expanding on the little quirky bits in between. You keep them a genius at heart but you balance that with intimate, personal features like their zeal or their creativity or their protectiveness of their loved ones. Don't make them just smart. They're a lot more than that.

In terms of dialogue, just study what the source material gives you! Listen to the cadence of the voice actor and put yourself in the character's shoes when it comes to making a choice. Make the decision in the narrative as the character, not as yourself. If you're able to, watch other shows with that same voice actor in. I find this is really helpful for teaching yourself how to hear their voice in your head all the time. Study how they talk or how they intonate over certain words or phrases.

JK Simmons, for example, has a very specific way of speaking. He's got a very strong, bold, forceful tone that's deep and (without sounding like I'm fawning although make no mistake, I am) whiskey smooth. It's not gravelly (unless he yells with a purposeful growl) but it is deep and baritone. Even when it's soft. His voice generally stays at a certain level of strength the whole time he speaks a sentence, no matter the delivery. He speaks through the palate (or the roof) of his mouth and he's almost got a bit of a lisp on certain words?? He pushes them up with his tongue and out against his teeth. So, I can hear it in my head very easily and knowing that voice means I can sound it in my dialogue and it becomes much easier to tell if it 'sounds' like something Ford would say.

I hope that helps you a bit! I'm sorry if it doesn't, it's really hard to explain these things sometimes. Please feel free to hit me up if you need me to clarify anything! Good luck with your writing <3

[whoatherebigguy]

Hello there whoatherebigguy i am curious to know what is iris personallity like in your gamera cyclogenesis au?

[sorry that this got a little long and took a hot minute lol]

Hi! First off, thanks so much for asking about cyclogenesis, its always fun when i get an ask about the stuff im working on! Also, as a bit of a disclaimer, this version of Iris is a very different character from his canon appearance in Gamera 3.

I've got a couple answers to your question, one is longer with quite a few "spoilers", although im not sure if it would really count as that. i'll put that below a cut anyways.

When I write Iris into the silly [non-canon] comics i make, I tend to make them very quiet and introspective, maybe a little edgy. Like a teenager that wants to be left alone.

In the actual "narrative" of Cyclogenesis, Iris never speaks and only exists in physical form for 13 hours. As such, its a little hard to give them a concrete personality. I'd say her main traits are ruthless dedication and The Big Sad.

Long, complicated and spoiler-filled answer:

So... Iris doesn't exactly have a solid personality because she isn't really a character in Cyclogenesis, she's the plot. She is more of a concept than an individual, they don't have time to develop an identity before falling apart. Iris is the eye of the storm and Cyclogenesis is about the events that ultimately lead to her formation. I put a little note on my ref for Zigra that mentioned he ultimately becomes part of Iris, I'm not sure how apparent it is from the limited art i've posted of them, but the other 3 components are: Viras [who orchestrated the whole thing], a prototype gyaos[who unintentionally got caught in the merger], and Gamera[who has the only power source strong enough to power such a massive machine]. Iris is cybernetic in the same way Viras is and her behaviour is mostly influenced by him and Gamera, which certainly causes some internal tension. Iris is probably the most powerful being in Cyclogenesis, unfortunately they're also the saddest and least stable, since they inherit every bit of suffering from all 4 of their components. Ayana does exist and is relevant, but ill elaborate on that later. Hopefully this makes a bit of sense, i know its not exactly a conventional approach to the character.

thanks for the ask, i hope this wasn't too much rambling! some sketches as a bonus:

[d33pwithinmys0ul]

AOT toy store headcanons

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LOMG but we’re fitting almost three years of memories into this post

i'm obsessed that some of you have brewed up fire hcs after my post asking if ya'll wanted this! i love that u love this!! i worked at that toy store job for so long and lost a lot of the whimsy towards the end, but this post was pretty fun to write, so i hope my experiences make this fun for u too

🛍️🧸

-obviously, Connie's a fucking natural, he thrives in a company tee and cargo shorts, ready to make someone's day

-Connie loves to demo toys--RC cars, drones, RC snakes/lizards bc he's a menace, will absolutely pick an adult with children to terrorize with whatever device he’s allowed to play with that shift and stick with them until they’re annoyed (will employ the other staff for “RC fights” but that’s when you know it’s slow as hell)

-Connie also loves riding a big wheel around the store, obviously it's too small for him (he's only allowed to when it's basically empty because nobody trusts him to not mow over a kid in that thing)

-Sasha likes to make displays, specifically for books and plushies! Will usually have Mikasa help her with heavier items or when building something taller, because no way in hell she's having Connie or Jean hold a ladder after she nearly fell once, trying to haul giant teddy bears with those two at the base

-Sasha is not allowed to organize or “dust” the candy bins anymore.. she is the reason why there’s a limit on free staff candy and discounted bulk bags of jelly beans

-guys you have no idea how anal assistant manager Levi is about dusting, LOOK, it's a huge deal in a toy store because you don't want any inventory to get old and gross and there's soooo many boxes everywhere---toy boxes matter, they have to stay clean, they display something that'll light up a child's day!

-Levi has a schedule for each section to be cleaned and trains everyone to dust and clean properly (start at the top of the shelf/tower display and go down since the excess dust falls, always use a microfiber cloth)

-slow shifts means playing a board game together for team building and yes Mikasa is competitive, yes Eren is a sore loser, yes Armin usually wins

-Armin is actually a sore winner because he will explain his strategy and why he prefers games of skill over chance, “unintentionally” rubbing it in

-Eren is a bit quiet on the floor and just prefers handling pallets and stocking, swears he isn’t good with kids and is kind of awkward but is better than he gives himself credit for.

-Mikasa is low key a doll expert. great at helping find proportions for furniture and clothing and knows more obscure lines

-the staff all take turns doing the free reading circle every weekend, Jean is usually the most popular because he likes to do all the voices and he’s fine as fuck, single parents flock to him bc he’s a natural with kids sorry im picturing him in a tight tee and cargo shorts rn goddamn

-Jean will do sidewalk chalk art to promote side walk sales or do window murals for the seasons or holidays <3

-Historia does a lot of the calligraphy for signage throughout the store and she and Hitch are a fire social media team- they somehow convinced the owner (Erwin, doesn’t work the floor unless it’s busy as hell, just buys stock and handles the financials) to get into blind boxes to keep up with the times

-before Hange quit their part time shifts to return to working as a professor, they would demo the children’s science kits, their fave is the fossil digging chests

-Levi despises the geode bins in the science section and didn’t restock after they all sold out. soooo much excess dust

-Bertholdt and Eren are the best to ask about fidget toys and how each appeals to certain people, and they both adore the early open low stimulation hours offered occasionally

-there’s also LEGO events that involve free exclusive mini sets to pick up and build, RBA usually handles those because they and Levi will go out to the community and donate excess blocks after🙂‍↕️

-Annie and Armin usually judge LEGO build competitions, they do a lot at home together (though annie doesn’t seem the type she actually loves helping people pick out age and skill appropriate lego gifts)

-Reiner is the toy store santa for the christmas season (broad af.. awooga) there’s a red “mail box” he sits by once a week in December and the staff usually sneak the letters to the parents after

-Mikasa and Levi are closely tied for fastest and most efficient gift wrappers. sometimes it’s fine to take your time with it especially because the kids love to watch, but on busy winter shifts with a stack of gift wrapping forms, those two got it.

-okay, so every christmas there’s a competition for selling a certain number of items $50+, you can earn extra PTO, so everyone goes hard for the holiday season (so friend groups can coordinate vacations together)

-Hitch’s favorite tactic during said season is preying on the piece of shit dads that want to blow hundreds of dollars on christmas eve because they didn’t care enough to get anything sooner. she knows they don’t know a thing about their kid and just asks for gender and age and throws a bike or 18 inch doll their way, will convince them that bigger is better

-Marco is usually the silent killer though, he’s just warm and easy to approach (especially when the team pounces on sales in december, eyes shining like sasha eating meat), somehow he’s the first to max out his earned PTO every year

-most people don’t find out until right before Christmas that there’s a second store location an hour away (surprising usually because in my hc/experience, it’s a small business)

-You guessed it, the Marleyan cast work at a diff toy store and there is a bit of a rivalry, like a $1M difference in sales because of the location..

-Pieck is a puzzle fiend, Porco is a trading card expert

-RBA all switch between both stores and handle deliveries between them (exchanging stock, transfers)

and uh, let’s pretend this is a magical world where everyone got a living wage +compensation for the extra work that they do… (cough cough)

a real good christmas season shift at a toy store might be fanfic worthy tbh i might write some fluff for that this year?? i wanted to post some pics but i don’t wanna dox myself or my old co workers lol. will hunt down something less identifiable

anyways lmk if yall wanna hear my horror stories/hcs inspired by them bc this job was not all sunshine and rainbows lol

[ask-postcrash-curly]

(The dragon stares at you with the biggest pocket face before facepalming so hard its sounds like a slap, a groan is heard)

Curly i am so sorry, i was in such a hurry that i forgot to double check properly, since it was cartoonyband all i didnt pay the attention i should had, i am so sorry

If you dont wanna keep watching it its fine, although if you do decide to, ill probably try to censor everything i can, cant do much about the eating jokes though....

....

You probably heard from possum and the rest, we are leaving, well, most of us anyway, thats part of the reason why im trying to clamp everything i can vefore i am unable to....although i doubt this would be the last time we see eachothers, dragons like me...we can go into the dreams of people. You saw me, or well, the drawing of me, thats what the moon markings on me represent, i can make dreams, and nightmares, happen, the third party has limited my power quite a bit in all the time we've known eachother, if i was in my full power, i could have made the illusions i tried back then or put you to sleep more easily

Thats not to say im not grateful to the third partying it wasn't for them (it? Who knows) i wouldn't have gotten to meet you, specially since you are both not on this planet and well...awake

What im trying to say is....we aren't abandoning you, not completely...even those like possum or grub or maybe ari, those who don't have the same powers me or death or Robin have, I trust all of them will find their way back to you, somehow, somewhen

[Mod, just because I feel the need to clarify, im talking about like, fanfics and fanart and stuff, im not implying you will make a sequel or anything]

(The dragon sighs heavily)

With that said im going to continue with epic, it would be a shame if the connection terminates before finishing it

Next one, warning for flashing lights, extremely simplified fire, it doesn't even move xdd, and talk of baby murder...again: https://youtu.be/qYDms9Z-02A?si=1Tu9wUQc3HePorTw

Ody I am begging you to stop killing babies

And the next one, i wonder what she's doing here :) https://youtu.be/DUJyR-DkmRs?si=B_7wRevx5ncbZdmr

I not gonna send the next one because um...ok remember when I warned you about the song where people are very much eaten and you said that you wanted to hear only the song? Well i just realized that the next song has dismemberement, but its at the end kf the song, so, do you want to hear it until that part and from that point is censored? Or what do you want to do?

And because I haven't share these songs for a while:

[Mod if you could censor the wolf and add the png of a normal wolf I'll appreciate it]

https://youtu.be/bgLN3xZlr4c?si=7hLBld1CFSqfZ5e1

I censored a wolf with a fowl in its mouth just in case xdd

And the next:

[This too mod xdd a wolf and a wildebeast]

https://youtu.be/eJSum8E3BtI?si=IN7NpoiXVYlrtZpE

I'll show you the two remaining songs later, I have to leave now, we'll talk soon ok?

S'okay. I know you didn't mean it.

Sorry, yeah, I'd... I'd rather not. Thank you for, uh, understanding.

...

Mm. Maybe I'll dream of you sometime, then. I'd like that. And if not, well... It's been nice to know you.

Cheers, yeah. I'm... God, I don't understand how any of this works, but I'm beyond grateful for you lot. Obviously you all got me through this bullshit, but besides that, you— you saved the crew. You saved them all. I don't even want to think about— I saw what would've happened without you, yeah? So, uh, thank you all. For stopping that. And thank you, uh, mysterious third party, for... I'm not quite sure what it is that you do. But I'm grateful for it.

I'd... Hah. I'd like that. Somehow.

Hey, I'm sure I can find it. I'm a resourceful guy, and it's not like I'll have anything better to do than watch videos of some ancient animated musical until I'm able to get a new job.

Baby murder again? What, the first time wasn't fucking enough?

Well. The music's nice enough. Even if the words are depressingly relatable... Nevermind. Not relateable. What the fuck, Odysseus? This plan is shit.

Right, uh... Where are we? Huh. There's a tone change. Is he dreaming or something? Hmm. Yeah I don't, uh... This is strange. Even if their voices are great.

Ah. Right. Sure, yeah, that sounds good. Just block those sounds out. Thank you for, uh, taking that time for me. Means a lot.

The music's really nice. Thank you...

Sure, yeah. Thank you. Talk soon.

[winn-schott-throughtheheart]

Ok I’m sorry if this is triggering, it mentions E@ting d!sorders so if that triggers u please don’t read any further!

But we know Winn is an extreme workaholic to the point he barely eats or sleeps. And it’s portrayed a lot in the show. But me being my little analyzing self, how would this affect Winn’s health? Because he barely eats or sleeps, so I can only imagine he’s not quite at the right weight or not healthy at all. And with the hcs of epilepsy, I know not eating or sleeping can cause long, heavy seizures which I can imagine happens to him a lot.

Anyways, just my thoughts

ooh this is one ive not actually given a whole lot of thought to, thank you anon <3

I am someone who struggles with eating quite a bit because of my autism (possibly arfid), i have proprioception issues which make it hard for me to understand internal cues from my body, such as pain, needing to use the bathroom, and hunger. a lot of the time, I physically cannot tell when I'm hungry unless I am starving, and i just decided right now I can project all of that onto winn too 🫶

we know he has a somewhat limited palette- he eats lots of junk food, has safe foods he continually goes back to (chicken wings, noodles), and it's probably because he wasn't significant enough of a character (SCREAMS) to have any scenes where we would see more of this type of stuff but we very, very rarely see him eating any type of fruit or veg lol. the only scene i can think of (correct me if im forgetting anything) is thanksgiving S1, which kara and/or eliza cooked. I can also chalk this up to literally just not having the energy to cook, because relatable. anyway, fruits and veg and other healthy stuff can often be overwhelming for a lot of autistic people because they're unpredictable. some are soft, some are crunchy, some are sour, sweet, squishy, etc etc. this is why stuff that stays the same, like sweets and crisps and takeout and stuff often become safe foods.

now it's a personal headcanon of mine that winn was cute, chubby little kid, then became more skinny and scrawny during his time in foster care (angst ❤️), and because of this he has issues with hoarding/saving food due to not knowing where his next meal was going to come from for a significant portion of his childhood. but also, as mentioned above, he has issues with knowing when he's hungry, and therefore skips a lot of meals. if he's planned a meal and something goes wrong (burnt, missing ingredients, tastes Weird™, etc), he'd rather not eat than eat something different to what he'd planned. you get the picture.

winns one of those people that will get 4 hours of sleep, chug a red bull for breakfast then complain about a headache for the rest of the afternoon, while everybody else watches on in abject horror like how the fuck are you not dead yet

could he be a lot healthier?? sure, if he stuck to an actual meal plan and ate regularly (this is difficult due to weird secret agent work hours, so he makes up for it by keeping lots of snacks in his desk and stuff) but nothing bad has happened yet so it's fine. he's getting by. somehow.

continuing on from the issues-reading-bodily-signals stuff and the epilepsy headcanons,despite his talent at spotting patterns in his work, it takes him ages to connect the dots between not eating or drinking or sleeping enough = more seizures. seriously. maybe he's off work for a little while because of a particularly bad one, and during that time he manages to eat and drink and get enough rest and he's like hey thats cool, ive not had any more for a while ᶜᵃⁿᶦᶜᵒᵐᵉᵇᵃᶜᵏᵗᵒʷᵒʳᵏⁿᵒʷ and alex and kara and jonn are just all collectively facepalming

winn is a workaholic because he craves feeling useful and the validation that comes from that. he can't stand feeling useless, and that eventually morphs into him working to ground or regulate himself. which then feeds into the cycle of not sleeping enough and working too much, then feeling anxious so working some more, and so on and so on. anyway.

winn my love, please take a chill pill. i love you please don't die

[icapturedthecastle]

just read all your fics in one night staying up until 5:00 to finish the. absolutely loved them and the characterization of Osha specifically, you give her so much personality! the only thing is im a bit baffled where the 'fuck Yord in particular' energy came from cause all the poor dude did was be pretentious and die horribly but embrace it nonetheless because that's what fandom is about ☝🏾

omg 😂 well, thank you for binging all my fics, staying up till 5am is crazy! Girl, they will be there in the morning, I promise. But I'm so glad you enjoyed them, and my version of Osha! I'm quite fond of her.

As for the whole 'fuck Yord in particular' vibe... lmao that has a few different roots! It sprang up for me after rewatching the show, with the hindsight and context of having seen it the first time, and really being able to appreciate what a condescending jerk he is for the vast majority of his--limited--screen time.

On first viewing, he seems like he has all the hallmarks as being set up as a potential romance for Osha--until oh, oops, never mind, Episode 5 happens, and the actual intended romance for Osha is introduced. On second viewing it stands out a lot more how intentional those choices were, and why he dies the way he dies; quickly, brutally, and with little to no fanfare.

Yord is the classic choice, and representative of all the problems with the Jedi that the show was trying to highlight: he isn't a villain, but he is pretentious, and he has that 'holier than thou' self-righteousness and inflexible sense of moral superiority that ultimately dooms him. And he really is just extremely condescending and dismissive towards Osha, nearly every time she tries to talk to him, and man, did that irritate me, especially on the second viewing.

But ultimately, I think the largest contributor to why he's sort of become the punching bag of the Oshamir community is because often times, with fic, you need someone to fill that role, or to be that villain, and the Acolyte being the limited series that it was, we don't have that many characters to choose from. So, sorry to this man, but Yord ends up getting the short end of that stick. Not always! But often lol.

Anyway, this has been my "he had it coming" Yord slander TEDtalk that you didn't ask for, sorry. Very happy you enjoyed the fics regardless! 😅

[transmutationisms]

i admittedly don't know much about lynch or his work; would love to hear more of your thoughts irt your last post

i've written more on lynch (mostly twin peaks) in my twin peaks tag but to be very general, i think that many people who talk about his work, and i'm very much including a lot of professional writers and critics here, fundamentally misunderstand the way he uses symbolic visual language and write him off as basically making beautiful nonsense when in truth, his work generally does have very overt and deliberate meanings and arguments to it, only you do have to actually parse the role that his signs & symbols play structurally in the formation of a narrative. again being reductive and simplistic, but: most people would have a great deal more confidence interpreting lynch if they thought of him as working in a german expressionist tradition, rather than what i usually hear described as 'surrealism'—by which they really mean to denote a kind of vulgar nihilist / absurdist stance that reduces all symbols to nonsense and thus obviates the need to actually read them.

to take an example that really annoys me, i don't know if you've seen inland empire (would recommend!) but i can't tell you how many times i've seen people dismiss the giant rabbit-headed sitcom bits as "surreal", "absurdist", or just "lynchian" (this means nothing in this context). if the visual symbols of the film are supposed to tell us what environment laura dern's character is in, and are supposed to correspond 1:1 to that environment, then the sitcom bits make no sense. on the other hand, what i would propose is that lynch typically projects his characters' psychological needs, wants, and anguishes outward onto the environments they occupy, rather than configuring the environment as a thing-in-itself that impresses upon the characters. inland empire is a film about the creative (including but not limited to artistic) process. what, then, can we surmise about laura dern (im sorry i saw this film thrice & don't remember the characters' names) from the intrusion of a sitcom into her increasingly dizzying, borderline dissociative work as an apparently precariously respectable actor? analogously to the way lynch brings the formal elements of a soap opera to his idyllic PNW small town in twin peaks, the sitcom format in inland empire introduces an altered logic into a story form that we might otherwise expect to read and follow in very different ways. the rabbits that laura dern sees are not random imagery denoting generic insanity; they are deliberately chosen pieces that tell us what she fears in taking on this artistic project, and how her vision of herself and her work must articulate along the sort of formal demarcation that differentiates a hollywood production from a children's television show from a verite documentary and so forth. the rabbit sitcom is supposed to be destabilising, but not because it's random or nonsensical.

i of course wouldn't reduce lynch's entire artistic outlook to only one mode of engagement or symbology, but broadly i do think that failing to parse his expressionistic use of symbolism is at the root of a lot of responses to his work (both positive & negative) that fail to actually say anything or derive any meaning. this is how people miss the extremely glaring reaganisms of twin peaks or blue velvet, for example. these symbols are not hidden, nor are they random. the association of the demon bob with the us bombing of hiroshima and nagasaki is a visually asserted statement about evil as lynch understands it. the factory landscapes in eraserhead (here the german-expressionist influence is quite overt) don't just represent the encroachment of a modernist (derogatory) environment into the dad's family life; they are also framed & shot & dressed to be a reflection of how he perceives his work, his social reproduction via his son, and the broader social context in which he lives. again i don't mean to reduce lynch's filmmaking ethos to one single aesthetic method lol—but, this is certainly a huge constitutive element of a lot of what he did, and it matters to me both because (again there is more on this in the link above) his work is profoundly, obviously conservative in ways that a shocking number of people miss or deny—and because, despite that, i get a lot of enjoyment from his technical skill and craft as a filmmaker, specifically including the way that he uses visual language & symbols as richly articulated projections of his characters and their various trials & tribulations.