#thanks to everyone who sent in questions!

[wlwsoccerfics]

Hidden Love(GeorgiaStanwayXWilliamsonReader)

Warnings: mentions of minor s*xual activity, it's mentioned that things get heated.

Summary: Trying to hide your relationship with Georgia from the other lionesses & your sister doesn't go as planned.

Your Bayern Munich teammates knew. Things were easier over there. It wasn't like you thought your teammates in England wouldn't understand or Support the two of you. Because they for sure would. But they have known both of you for so long. Much longer then the FC Bayern girls. So the other lionesses were quite protective & you were quite sure If they knew they would watch you guys like Hawks to make sure you wouldn't Break eachothers hearts and you two wouldn't get much alone time because in their minds the two of you are still teenagers.

When you reached the Hotel for national camp you and Georgia were greeted by Alessia, Leah and Beth "Baby Williamson!G!"Beth said and pulled you both in for a hug. The two of you hugged her back. "Hey Bethy, hi lessi and hey Sis!" You replied and hugged Alessia after Beth let go of you. Then you moved over to your Sister. "I am so glad to have you back!" Leah told you, which made you smile a little. "Let's see and wait how long this is gonna be the Case for!" You replied jokingly. "Careful or we sent you back to Munich!" Leah warned you but it of course was just a joke as well. "So G? How is your Dating Life going?" Alessia asked and you glance over to your girlfriend seeing how she was trying to form some words. "Uh...uh it's not going at all! I am single!" she managed to get out. Blushing a bit. She was not a very good liar. "Oh my...there is someone i can tell!" Lessi answered with a grin. "Do you know more about who she is seeing?" Beth asked you. Damn things were going the wrong way so fast. 'yes she is seeing me' you thought to yourself but of course you didn't say that. "No idea. She wouldn't have time to see anyone! We work out alot over there and are hanging out with the team, cooking dinner or going Out as a Team to do whatever! So no time to meet anyone to Date!" You let them know. G glancing over at you and you glance at her which Lessi did notice but she decided Not to say anything and just keep a watchful eye on the two of you cause she could totally tell something was going on.

After you talked for a bit you went to your room. You were sharing with Keira. Pretty sure that was so you won't get in trouble. Georgia was sharing with your Sister. Out of all people. Keira was basically like a big sister to you as well. You did ask yourself for a moment why Leah & Keira didn't share a room since they are besties. But you decided not to question it for now.

"So Baby Williamson, anything interesting happened over there? Hookups? Scandals?" Keira asked, sitting on the edge of your bed. "Why are you all so interested in what happens in Munich dating wise?" You wanted to know. Keira chuckled softly but she was a bit nervous which you found weird. "Just interested in your Life, you are basically my little sister." Which was true cause she was so close with Leah and the two always were protective of you.

At the same time with Leah & Georgia...

Georgia was unpacking her stuff. "So y/n really didn't meet anyone over there? Cause i am thinking about setting her up with my Friends sister!" She spoke up, making sure to carefully watch Georgias reaction. Your girlfriend really tried her best to not scream out how bad of an Idea this was. "Are you sure she wants that? she told me she likes being single!" Georgia let your sister know. She for sure would tell you about that.

Dinner time came a few hours later. You didn't have one single second of time alone with georgia from the moment you got to Camp today. So you were quite thankful when the Team Dinner was over and you could go back to your room. Claiming you wanted to rest. Georgia told everyone she wasn't feeling well and wanted to sleep it off. The Rest of the Team went out to go Bowling. when they were gone you and Georgia met up in her room."your sister wants to Set You Up with someone!" She let you know. "Gonna give her a piece of my mind about that later! Let's not think about Le right now!" You pulled her close and kissed her. "It only has been a few hours but i missed you and your lips already!" She told you in between kisses. "I know what you mean i missed you as well!" You replied, only pulling away from her to take off your shirt. She watched you throw your Shirt onto the floor, before her eyes went back to you. "I am so lucky!" She breathed out. Staring at you. "You are! But so am i!" You told her, the Williamson confidence showing it's presence. She grinned softly and took her own shirt off.

Quickly things got really heated, spending some very passionate Moments with one another. After that you moved from the bed to the bathroom of the hotel room. Enjoying a hot shower together.

The two of you had no idea that Leah had just returned to her room. The room she was sharing with Georgia. Aka the room you were in. She wasn't alone though. No she was with Lucy, Beth, Keira and Alessia. Leah just wanted to grab her Phone charger and Go to the gaming room with the rest. Plus they wanted to Check in on Georgia. Since she claimed she wasn't feeling well. Alessia noticed the clothes on the floor. "Looks like she isn't alone!" Lessi whispered out, pointing to your and Georgias clothes on the floor. Beth realized that the clothes belonged to you. "Oh my god! We were right! Those are Baby Williamsons clothes!" She answered. Leah now realized that as well. "Told you i knew there was something up when i facetimed her and noticed one of Georgias Hoodies in a Corner of her room." Leah replied and laughed softly. The two of you walked out with only towels wrapped around you and her. Joking around when you you noticed your sister and teammates standing there. "Looks like y/n took good care of you, Georgia! You Look Like you feel so much more alive!" Leah said with a soft smirk. Beth grinned softly. "We suspected something was going on between the two of you! So we tried to keep an eye on both of you." She stated. "Exactly! Which is why Keira was your roommate and Leah was yours Georgia!" Alessia explained. Both of you were still staring at them, not having said a single word. "I thought this was weird!" You finally told them. "We didn't tell you because you Guys are always so protective of us! And we didn't want you to treat us like children that are not allowed to kiss and stuff!" Georgia explained. "Yes to what my girlfriend just said!" You reply. Looking at them. "Okay fair...but really we are Happy for you! But If either one of you Breaks the other ones Heart we will kick some Butt!" Keira answered. "Agreed!" Lucy stated. "So G, looks Like the two of us have to have a serious talk about your intentions with my sister!" Leah told Georgia. "Leah!" You warned your sister. "I am joking!" Your sister replied.

You two ended up joining the rest of the Team and telling them about your relationship. They all were Happy for you and Georgia. But you still weren't allowed to Switch roommates cause it could possible be a distraction If you two would share a room.

[yandere-sins]

Hey everyone!

This is probably going to be my last update on this particular chapter of my life for all of you who have been so supportive and reached out to check on me ♥

I feel great!

Yeah, it's strange to say, even now, but I really do! Of course, I am not healed or "got rid" of my depression, but after some very hard set-backs and a few more panic attacks and mental breaksdowns, I had some really amazing therapy sessions! I worked through a lot of shit and got haunted by some very deep generational trauma and burdens that aren't mine to carry, but I made it through all of it and I'm glad that I had the chance!

I also got medicated, which honestly, is the biggest relief of them all. I tried to hold back for a long, long time but around week five I was so seriously messed up, had a major set back, and felt exactly like I did before I started in the clinic that I decided I had to make a quicker change or I might lose myself and the progress I made so far completely to the depression. I'm not against medications at all, but my self-worth was so bad that I didn't think I was deserving of something since it was "just a depression". Yeah... haha, I fooled myself very nicely there.

So, yeah. I am still depressed when I wake up. I still struggle to get up in the morning. It's nothing that goes away with a few sessions, there are still countless of hours of therapy waiting for me. But then I take the most basic antidepressiva that is given out by doctors and suddenly I feel like I can change the world! Sometimes it's scary just how much energy I actually posess, especially when I reflect on how much of myself the depression ate away. How little self-worth and confidence I had and how I was a living, talking corpse most of the time, desperately trying to get back to how I was. Sure, a bit of the praise goes to the pill I am having with my breakfast, but I made tremendous leaps ever since!

And I quit my job this week! Finally! :D

As for what's next, I don't know. Wednesday is my last day at the clinic and I won't start working before April, that is pretty sure for now! I'll do all the things I didn't get to last year, like get a new haircut, enjoy my vacation in March, have all sorts of check-up's and finally do what I want to do. I've already written a new story to post here, and I hope to finish some of my drafts and projects that are still open. I am actually so excited to have enough energy again to concentrate and work on things that are my passion and I love!

I'm happy to say life's good right now. I'm good. It was so fucking scary, I can't even tell you guys, and I'm so glad to be me again :')

I hope and pray that it stays this way, and I want to thank you all for your encouragements and love sent my way, it helped so much in all of this ♥ If anyone has questions or anything, I'd be happy to answer them because the topic can be so crazy scary and hopeless-looking, but I went through it and if I can share information and help someone, I'd be happy to!

I hope we get to spend a much better 2025 together! Thank you all! ♥

I have a small update on my life for those that have been following along for a while. I've been intensely battling my mental health the last two weeks, and it's gotten worse and worse through countless little instances. So I had an appointment with a psychiatrist for the first time who has referred me to a clinic I'm going to have to attend daily for the next ~6 weeks starting this upcoming friday.

I'm really scared of new things and stuff I have to learn but it's my life now. Don't get me wrong, it's also somewhat exciting but there's just so much fear and anxiety stored in me that makes it really hard to go through my life rn, so this clinic is also just scary in my mind.

Still, I'm hopeful that it'll help and bring me back on track so I can do the things I love, especially writing and even just simply enjoy living, which is really a struggle.

Either way, thank you guys for sticking around through the tougher times, and I have hopes that some stories will come to me while I go through different therapy sessions (and maybe medication) and it won't be as difficult to concentrate and write anymore!

[dbdakindy]

What do the kids bring for show and tell?

(Also, quick question, are we able to talk to the characters directly?)

Hello and thank you so much for your lovely question!

First off: YES, you can talk to the characters directly! Please do go ahead!

Second of all...

Show-and-Tell is always an exciting time in Miss Nurse's classroom.

Let's see what everyone's brought!

Thomas is up first—Miss Nurse needed to get the cat to the Principal's office ASAP because she's deathly allergic. But also she didn't want to disappoint her students, who were so excited to meet Meatball!

After that, it was Edwin's turn. He brought his magnifying glass, which he was given by his Papa and Daddy. He uses it to search for all sorts of things.

Next up was Niko, who brought her Litty Kingy Dream House.

After Niko was Crystal, who... Crystal, where did you get a CHIPMUNK SKULL?!

Monty doesn't talk a lot, so we are not really sure about the story behind his Bepsi bottle cap, but it is shiny so maybe that's why he likes it so much.

Last but not least, Charles brought his mini cricket bat. After Show-and-Tell was over, he was supposed to put it away in his cubby, but he brought it out to play—Thomas was jealous, because he couldn't play with Meatball, who had by that time been sent home.

Sometimes after the excitement of Show-and-Tell, the children are a bit overstimulated. Charles turned into Mr. Meltdown. After that, it was nap time.

[creativecupcake]

Hey Cake, how do the normal students react to videos of Amira? You mentioned that the staff and characters were sharing videos and info with the rest of the school. So how do the NPC students react, especially since she mentions some of the characters.

Went crazy writing this, wrote it all and the minute I went to post it was gone! Thanks for the question, this is gonna be more over just the NPC students, not the countries and cultures of their homelands. Housewardens and Vices basically have fan clubs in their dorms.

Heartslabyul 

“Did you hear the Goddess praising Housewarden Riddle’s performance in his equestrian club last night?” 

“Of course she did, Housewarden takes after the Queen of Hearts after all! Not to mention his grades are top of the class and he is one of the youngest Housewardens in Night Raven history. That’s got to be why our dorm has the most of her favored students.” Smirks were sent to a passing Savanaclaw student. 

“Hey, Trey-senpai has been baking almost nonstop for days now. Is something going on?” A duo of students peeked into the bustling kitchen. 

“Yeah, in last week’s stream the Goddess mentioned some of her favorite dishes and how she would like a garden party in the rose maze. Trey’s been practicing the desserts so that they are perfect when she arrives.” 

“Wow, with that kind of dedication, no wonder she favors him.”

Savanaclaw 

“Have you seen Leona-senpai on the Spelldrive field lately? He’s been absolutely on fire since the Goddess said she liked his strategies.” A group of Savanaclaw students gathered in the cafeteria, watching the practice on one of their phones. 

“I know! Housewarden has been practically hunting us in morning practice and I hear the Spelldrive club look almost professional now.” 

“She even mentioned wanting to see us play RSA! I swear we are going to win this year.” The group cheered before sneering as a group of Diasomnia students settled nearby. “At least our Housewarden makes sure we are all trained well unlike other dorms who only have one overpowered player.” 

“Man, Ruggie has been taking over all the dorm chores lately. What’s up with him?” A student walked into the washroom after morning practice. 

“Well yeah, on the Goddess stream Monday she mentioned how she liked how capable Ruggie was. She mentioned how reliable he was when he took over for the Housewarden.” 

“Really? Man, that’s so cool, even if he’s not the official vice he’s getting praises from her. Maybe I should try and take care of our dorm more?”

Octavinelle 

Mostro Lounge was currently undergoing renovations. Everyone in the dorm was lending a hand between classes. 

“Why are we redoing the lounge again? I thought the Goddess said she liked it?” 

“Dude, she didn’t just say she liked it! After you crashed, she said she looked forward to visiting the lounge and trying our food! Housewarden is setting up a special “VIP section” for her to sit at when she comes.” 

“No way! I hope I can serve her!” 

“That’s not all,” another student cut in, carrying a chair. “She compared his signature spell to the Sea Witch herself.” 

“That’s such a compliment!” 

On the other side of the lounge some of the third years sat, taking a quick break as they watched Floyd carry in a throne. 

“Have you seen all the students gathering around Jade lately?” 

“Yeah, after the Goddess said she liked his club and compared it to exploring the woods of her home a LOT of students have been asking to check out his club.” 

“He’s even had to limit how many can go on a hike, he said he only wants serious students to join the club.” 

“Man, and I thought he looked happy when she said she liked his tea making skills.” 

Scarabia 

A trio of students were currently decorating a balcony in the dorm. 

“Uh, why are we decorating all of a sudden? I don’t remember a party being planned today,” one student yawned, climbing a ladder to hang something. 

“You didn’t see the Goddess’ announcement last night man?” His friend asked, helping to steady him. 

“Nah, I stayed up all night to study for an exam in astronomy. I hope that her true knowledge blesses me, I’ve been struggling lately.” 

“Oh man, you may just be blessed then,” the third cut in, bringing more decorations. “Kalim said the Goddess herself is blessing us with a light show tonight.”

”What!?” The tiredness left the first boy’s body as he nearly fell off the ladder. “What did he do to get her blessing?” 

“From what she said she’s been in a down mood lately and Kalim managed to raise her spirits. So she is blessing us to raise ours!” 

“No surprise there, Kalim can lift anyone’s mood.” 

“Oh man, have you seen what Jamil is cooking for the party?” A few students were preparing the dining room for the feast. “I’ve never even seen most of those dishes.” 

“I know. In the last stream our Lady of Prosperity said that Jamil was one of the best cooks she knows. And since we heard her favorite dishes last week he’s making them all for the celebration.” 

“Ha! I heard the vice in Heartslabyul was doing the same, but he needs practice. Of course our vice would already be knowledgeable about all of the dishes!” 

Pomfiore 

The dorm had been in a riot since last week’s stream. Not only had she called Vil the most beautiful man she knew, but she had introduced them to her love for unconventional and experimental makeup. She stated how she did like beauty and glam looks, but that makeup could do so much more. And the very next day Vil had managed to put together a full photo shoot of unique but extravagant makeup looks. 

“Oh! To be under Vil’s leadership! He’s pulled off each look with such perfection the Goddess herself must have blessed him!” A student cried, ‘fainting’ on a couch. 

“Vil may be the only one able to stand next to the Fairest Queen in beauty!” 

Rook was amused, going from the hunter to the hunted. 

“Rook-senpai! Please teach us how to see beauty like you!” 

“Yes, the Lady of Beauty says you are blessed with sight, teach us your ways.” Oh boy. Let’s leave that alone. 

Ignihyde 

Idia was already known to be an absolute wiz with tech, but when the Goddess of invention called him the most talented technomage of their age? Oh Ignihyde may be full of introverts, but they were still just as prideful as the rest of the school. Forums were dedicated to reviewing Idia’s designs and breaking them down to improve their own designs.

 “Hey, do you know why Housewarden used this filament here?” 

Ortho on the other hand… 

“Did Ortho just make a new set of attachments? I thought he made some a few days ago?” A student asked as they saw the cyborg fly off. 

“He did, but he heard the Lady break down some of his looks and what she liked. He’s working to create a new look based off her input.” 

“Cool, he can fully edit his look based on her favorite aspects of each design.” 

Diasomnia 

The students of Diasomnia already revered Malleus due to his sheer power, but lately his look had been changing daily. 

“To hear the Lady of Light call out Malleus-san’s regal looks must be such an ego boost,” a student whispered, seeing the prince adjust his hair to reveal the scales on his forehead. 

“Not only did she call him regal, she said that he looked just like his mother and that the ‘Draconia family have such gorgeous features’. She even said that their good looks matched their power.” 

“She also said that they had a temper and said she would chastise him for causing storms like a fledgling,” one chuckled. “Said that dragons were temperamental but wonderful things.” 

“Have you seen Lilia today? He’s practically glowing since the Lady called him a wise advisor.”  

“At least she told him to stay away from the kitchen for our sake.” 

“Thank the Goddess,” a chorus of voices agreed. 

On the other hand the ‘random’ students she favors can get mixed results. 

Ace and Deuce 

They don’t really get special treatment as individuals, but as a duo they are the Champion’s closest companions. They are looked at favorably as the Goddess favors their loyalty and determination, but for the most part they are just ‘the Champion’s friends.’ 

Jack Howl 

Savanaclaw has a grudging respect for the wolf. As a Goddess of justice she highlighted his bravery to stand against his whole dorm. Some are whispering about him taking over after Leona. But most of the older students from his dorm tease him after the Goddess called him a cute puppy. 

Epel Felmier 

Epel was seen giving it his all at Spelldrive whenever he could. (He may also take breaks to put on a lotion/sunscreen since the Goddess said his skin was pretty.) Many of his dorm saw him as reliable since she had called his signature spell a lifesaver and quite beautiful. Others were also organizing a trip to his hometown after hearing her praise the beauty and community from the sled race some of their peers had challenged. 

Sebek Zigvolt 

Loud. No one could deny the first year was loud, but hearing the Lady of Light talk about him being considerate and passionate about all things made them look more at his words. When not praising Malleus (a rarity) he did have good insight on a number of topics. He clearly cared about his fellow first year friends and others that gave him a chance. Like Jack though, many in his door teased him after the Goddess a hatchling following Lilia and Malleus around. 

Cater Diamond 

Before he was seen more as a shallow Magicam obsessed guy, but hearing the Goddess describe his moments of cunning had others wondering if he was in the right dorm. But hearing her praise his club and finding a good connection with his band mates drew more eyes to the Pop Music Club.

Floyd Leech 

Don’t get it wrong, everyone was still terrified of Floyd. But hearing the Goddess’ opinion on him made some curious. Hearing that he was into fashion and had hydro dipped Azul’s hat made some of the braver students approach the laid back tweel on occasion. Students were still wary, but seeing new sides of Floyd was eye opening. 

Silver Vanrouge 

Silver had a lot of Pomfiore students jealous of him now. Described as a prince, with the prettiest eyes, made a lot of others give Silver a second look. But hearing her admire his strength and training got him some challenges from other students (usually from Savanaclaw). He is seen as a good opponent, strong, will put his all into it, and will give you areas to improve on after the fight. Gained quite a bit of respect from certain dorms. 

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[numberonetacostan]

Why is Bomb the only one who knows that she speaks French (or atleast says so)

I do remember seeing a few posts theorising they were friends before II but now it's known there was no before II that doesn't really work (and if they were Bomb would've either been able to call her out on faking or been in on it and honestly would've probably been more involved with Taco in general)

Just thinking why does Bomb out of everyone know she speaks French (and some other words)

Hi there!!!^^ Welcome, and thank you for sending in an ask!!! :]

As for Bomb being the only one who knows that she speaks French, I don't think that's actually the case!! When he tells OJ this, he says "OJ... Don't you know? Taco doesn't speak English, only French, and some other words." Him saying "Don't you know?" seems to me to imply that it's something most of the rest of the cast knows, yeah? OJ's the odd one out for not knowing this. You could also read it as Balloon not know either, but again that's only one other cast member, no one else seems to question her lack of understanding.

I think of it as being either one of two things. Some or most of the cast already know, and OJ (+ possibly Balloon) is the odd one out for not knowing/remembering that she doesn't speak English, or Bomb got that knowledge on the spot from the MeLife Neural Network so there would be an explanation as to why Taco doesn't understand, even if she's faking it. Mephone would be the one to have an answer prepared given Taco is his oc, at this point in this show where none of them had broken out of their assigned roles in any way, so he'd think of this answer on the spot and it would automatically be sent to Bomb so he could explain. I am endlessly fascinated by the MeLife Neural Network and what it could do, I really hope it gets explored in the coming content so we can learn more about it!!!

[neroli9]

APJFM Truth Or Dare!

I meant to post this at New Year’s. Alas, I didn’t finish it until now! So pretend we’re still in that happy time when Reader and Sans are still together...

Sans looks around at the assembled group: Reader, Sasha, Asriel, Frisk and Jerren. Then he looks back at Sasha. “i thought you said you were gonna be, and i quote, ‘as far away from you two horndogs as i can possibly get.’”

“We just got four questions that my sister said we couldn’t use if I was around,” she says, shrugging. “So my eyes are safe.”

“what, seriously?” Sans turns towards the fourth wall, rapping it with his knuckles. “i was counting on you people for some sexy fun! instead you send in shit like —“ He takes one of the four discarded questions, written out on a slip of paper, and presses it up to the wall. It reads ‘turn your junk into a magical teacup.’ He jabs his finger at it angrily, then flips off the wall.

“You and I already had a hot game of Truth or Dare," Reader reminds him. “You'll survive a PG-13 one.” She takes one of the slips of paper. “Sasha, truth or dare?”

“Dare!” she says, grinning.

Reader unfolds the paper. “Uh. You’re supposed to rob a bank."

“Heck yeah! Stepstool Man, take us to a bank,” she orders, gesturing to Asriel and Frisk.

Sans glances at Reader, who shrugs. “what else am i doing with my life,” he mutters. Then he and the three teenagers disappear.

“Are we getting the sexy ones done now?” Jerren asks.

“They were all for Sans,” says Reader with a shrug.

“No one wanted to see my drag act?"

“No one knew you had a drag act until chapter 85.”

Sans, Reader, Frisk and Asriel return with six bags of money. Sasha opens up one of the two that she’s carrying and starts dumping the money out on the floor. “It’s pretty nice to have a lackey that can take us right to the bank vault!”

“And create light for us,” Frisk adds.

“And get us out before we run out of oxygen,” Asriel chimes in.  

Reader raises an eyebrow at her sister. “So it sounds like you didn’t really do anything.”

“I used my powers of persuasion and excellent people skills,” Sasha says with wounded dignity. “Who’s next?”

Reader picks out another piece of paper. “Sans, truth or dare?"

“dare.”

She unfolds the paper. “Show off the socks you’re wearing.”

Sans shrugs and kicks off his shoes. He’s wearing plain black suit socks, but he poses his feet as if he’s modeling. “gorgeous, right?”

Everyone stares at his feet. “Isn’t that scandalous or something?” Sasha asks. “For monsters, I mean.”

“Not exactly,” Asriel says. “It depends on the context.”

“I don’t think anyone’s getting turned on by those,” Frisk notes dispassionately. “Now, if they were leopard print or something, that’d be scandalous.”

“You hear that? Stop going all gooey over his boring black socks,” Sasha says to her sister, elbowing her.

“I am not going all gooey," Reader says with a failed attempt at dignity. Sans grins as he swings his feet over to her lap. She gives them an affectionate pat. “Well, maybe a little gooey.”

“Did anyone dare one of us to jab out their own eyeballs with a hatpin? Because I’ll take that one,” Sasha says, reaching for the slips of paper.

“You already went,” Asriel reminds her. “My turn! Give me truth.”

Reader pulls out one of the slips of paper. “What is your most mortifying memory?”

Asriel and Frisk glance at each other. “Uhhh. Can I switch to dare?”

“That bad?” Reader asks. “I don’t mind if you switch, but…”

“Definitely switch,” Asriel says.

“Fine, then. ‘Impersonate someone in this room for 20 seconds.’”

Asriel looks at Sans, and Sans smacks his forehead. Asriel smacks his forehead, too. “don’t try to impersonate me, kiddo,” he says in a gruff voice. “ya really gotta BELIEVE nothing matters to get me right. you’re not jaded enough yet.” He shrugs, his hands out to the sides in a comically helpless pose.

“cripes,” Sans grumbles, wincing. But everyone else is laughing uproariously, even Reader.

“frisk, truth or dare? not that it matters,” Asriel continues.

“Dare,” Frisk answers, laughing.

Reader fishes out a piece of paper and reads it. “Perform the most advanced dance and/or gymnastic move you know.”

“Easy,” Frisk says. They launch themselves into a perfect cartwheel, hopping back to their feet and taking a bow to applause from the group.

“That was great!” Reader says, beaming. “Jerren, you’re up."

“Truth,” he says with a superior grin. “I seem to be the only one willing to tell it.”

Reader picks out another slip of paper and unfolds it. “Jerren, why are you a bitch?”

His grin turns to a scowl as the rest of the room laughs at him. “That’s not even a proper question,” he protests. “That’s just someone being a little troll.”

“So you’re not going to answer?"

“I’ll answer a real question,” he says with wounded dignity.

“All right, all right.” Reader picks out another one. “What’s the cringiest thing you’ve done in any timeline? I --“

But Jerren interrupts her before she can finish the question. “You would have loved the timeline where I was a fashion designer,” he says with relish. “I took it in my head that I needed to do something truly avant garde! I needed to shake up the world of New Ebott fashion and show them something no one had ever seen before! I was going to hang out with all the fashionistas and trendsetters, and they would all be amazed by me!” He sighs. “They fawned over my designs so much that I started to feel disdainful of them. I kept pushing the envelope, wondering how far I could go. I kept hoping someone would realize it was all a big joke on them, that all I was doing was shitting out ugly designs and they were acting like I was a genius. Finally, I recreated the Emperor’s New Clothes, just to see if I could really get away with it. I made a big show of tailoring a whole collection with this special new material I’d designed. The rarest, most refined fabric that only the most elite names in fashion could possibly appreciate properly. I sent out model after model on the runway, stark naked, as the biggest names in fashion oohed and aahed. Finally, I strode out onto the runway myself, clad in what I deemed my finest creation. I struck a pose as they applauded.” He jumps to his feet and mimics a model’s pose. "Then I mooned them and called them a pack of bloody idiots. It was hilarious.”

There’s silence.

“That does sound hilarious,” Reader says tentatively. “But that wasn’t the end of the question. ‘I give Chara use of a felt puppet to speak on Jerrens behalf because I know for a fact that he has no honesty left in his soul.’”

“No, no, we’re done, I answered the question," Jerren says irritably. "It's your turn.”

He tries to sit back down, but Chara's already there, looking smug. “Definitely when Ceridwen died,” they say.

Jerren’s expression is murderous. “Don’t you dare —"

“Not the first time. I think it was the sixth time, when you’d tried a bunch of different ways to save her. Do you remember that?”

Jerren tries to put his hand over Chara’s mouth, but it goes right through their face. Chara continues, unfazed. “He ran all through the hospital yelling, ‘I wish you all were dead! I’d kill you all myself if it’d save her! I’d kill you all with my bare hands!’”

“Enough!” Jerren yells. “Shut your goddamn mouth!”

“I realized he was running towards the maternity ward, and I was like, wow, you’re not really gonna do this, are you? But he opens the door and shouts “None of you little pieces of shit are EVER gonna be HALF the person she was! None of you PUT TOGETHER!”

Everyone in the room is cringing now, except Sans who’s grinning from ear hole to ear hole. “you were grieving so hard you cussed out a room full of babies?”

Jerren picks up the chair and slams it against the wall. The back and one of the legs cracks off, and it falls to the ground in a heap. Chara is still standing there, grinning insolently —

Reader picks out another slip of paper and unfolds it. “Jerren, why are you a bitch?”

His jaw seems tense, but he smooths it out into a smile. “Because I dare to do what most would never consider,” he answers with a faint air of superiority. “It’s no surprise I’m resented for that. But the best most people can do is fling pathetic, anonymous insults at me.”

“that’s seriously your answer?” Sans says sourly.

“Take it or leave it,” Jerren answers, still wearing that supercilious smile. “Your turn, my dear.”

“I’ll do truth, too,” Reader says, picking out a slip of paper. “’What’s the most intriguing thing about Sans? Body, personality, whatever.’ Hmmm…” She looks at Sans, putting her hand to her lips. “I’m always trying to figure him out. The scary, intense Sans is no more the true Sans than the laid-back, fun-loving Sans. Same for the Sans who knows everything, and the Sans who’s a complete mess. He’s changed a lot since I first knew him, and… I wonder how he’s going to end up.”

“He’s going to fail,” Jerren says shortly, getting to his feet. “It’s going to be embarrassing and painful, and in the end none of it will matter anyway. If you’ll excuse me…” He nods to the group, then makes a quick exit.

“I’ve got to get to work,” Frisk mumbles.

“Undyne’s probably looking for me,” Asriel says, just as unconvincingly.

“I said I’d help Myrdi do some filing,” Reader adds.

The three of them follow Jerren out the door, leaving Sans and Sasha.

Sasha turns to Sans with a gleam in her eye. “Boy, do I have some intel for you.”

[hymn-to-mercury]

✨🪐Astrology observations🪐✨

These observations are all based off my own personal experience and are mostly generic - don't take it to heart if you disagree <3

🪐 No one seems to fully understand how Aquarius Moons work, including Aquarius Moons themselves.

🪐 I love how heavy Mars influence shows up in people's physical appearance! I’ve always noticed that people with a lot of mars dominance in their chart have a big forehead and/or a widows peak, as well as rosy cheeks or a naturally reddish/pinkish undertone to their skin.

🪐 Undeveloped Virgo and Sagittarius placements absolutely do not give a fuck about your feelings. They can be extremely self centred I've noticed to almost a dangerous detriment.

🪐 A lot of people give Scorpio women the Mean Girl rep, but honestly I think that title should be lent to Virgo women too 😭 They tend to have this hangup about perfection, and I think when undeveloped it shows more as an aversion to anything 'weird' or against the status quo.

🪐 Cardinal Mars signs (that's Aries, Cancer, Libra, Capricorn) reallyyyyy can't hide their dislike for things 😅 people, food, celebrities, whatever. If they don't announce it verbally then you can at least tell by their face lmao.

(I once had to put on my ~emergency socks~ when I was wearing heels on a night out, and every time someone came up to me to tell me how nice my outfit looked I would say thanks and then just not stop yapping about how the socks were not originally apart of the outfit 😭 I couldn't let people think I approved of socks and sandals alksjdgfsjdh)

🪐 Scorpio placements can dish it but can't take it. Cancer placements will sneakily dish it under the guise of a joke and then start crying if you try to dish it back.

🪐 People with Leo Moon tend to 'perform' their activism a lot. That's not to say that they don't practice what they preach, but I think when they do speak up their image has something to do with it

🪐 If you were born under a Mercury Retrograde it might feel like you were destined to be misunderstood no matter how well articulated you are 🙃 I don't think it's a problem with yourself as much as it is with the people you encounter through your life though. Your biggest 'ops' might be people who are very particular and specific about word choice - think Gemini and Virgo Placements (if you are a Gemini/Virgo yourself, this may manifest for you as harbouring some self-hatred or significant self-consciousness).

🪐 Pisces want very badly to be carefree, but a lot of the time they severely struggle getting over their need for outside validation. Being carefree is also a trait they might find attractive in other people.

[chocodile]

Initially came because I saw the hot shark man ridge. Stayed for the masterful story you’re making. I love

Thank you! Here's a bonus doodle of Ridge, as a treat.

[souperluminal]

Hello!! I'm a huge fan of your art and I thought I would ask about your colorwork, because it's genuinely super impressive to me how all your pieces have amazing palettes and they add so so so much to the general atmosphere. Do you have any process to pick colors for pieces? Like using picture references, gradient maps, etc or do you genuinely just eyeball them? I'm super curious :]

But yea I really love what you do and love seeing every new piece!! Have a nice day! Ty for reading <3

Thanks! I very much use references, though I don't use the color picker on them, gotta train the eye. I have an ever-expanding reference folder of photos and paintings with colors that I like so that when I start a new painting and I have an idea of the color scheme I want in mind, I'll already have some reference on hand. Good reference really makes a world of difference!

I also like to bias colors a little bit away from their standard versions:

The more blue green and the more yellow green are both more interesting to me than the "just green" green. Nothing wrong with that average green though, sometimes that's exactly what you need. It's always situational.

Lastly, a fantastic color tip for digital art specifically that I got from Mike Hernandez: Use the RGB sliders instead of the HSB color selection!

By default, Photoshop gives you the HSB (Hue, Saturation, Brightness) color picking setup which looks like this:

It's perfectly functional and has its uses, but it doesn't really feel like mixing color. On the other hand, if you use the RGB sliders:

Now you can add a little more blue if you think that's what the color needs, or you can take away red, add some green, etc. It gets you actually mixing color and thinking more about how the colors relate to each other. It can take some getting used to if you've only used the HSB setup before, but it's worth it!

[basketobread]

Happy birthday! Mine was on Monday

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! ❤❤❤❤❤❤ And happy belated birthday to you!!! I hope you had a good one!! :) 🙏❤❤❤

[fighting-these-demons]

Divorce Saga Domon - A Haunted Honk Prequel

Hello Internet Stranger looking up G Gundam on Tumblr dot com!

This is an idea for a fic set in an Alternate Universe involving Queer Non-Canon Relationships between the characters of the series.

If you are not looking for this content please scroll on.

If you ARE looking for this content - and you're ok with reading my and other's Headcanons for this Alternate Universe I've haphazardly spun up -

Then go ahead and feel free to:

Check The Tags Of This Post For The Pairings

and click the Read More below!

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Ended up outlining a completely different fic as a Segway for an explanation instead of making progress on the Royal Flush Haunted Honk AU's Clown Motel Fic like I wanted to but uh....

For y'all's review for the AU: A Prequel Outline - Divorce Saga Domon

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Hey real quick - I'm thinking of maybe changing the timeline to 2 years post canon as opposed to 3 years and change post canon.

The reason being: I had a thought that this scene could either be part if the fic or if it's getting to big then it could be a stand alone tie-in prequel fic as part of this AU but - like

Immediately Post Divorce Domon Needs Space and runs off. As one does. And he runs to Earth because he just wants to Get Lost for a while.

He has Argo smuggle him out to avoid detection.

Argo has Andrew help stow Domon in a storage hanger of a Neo Canadian supply ship that's returning to the US - they have trade often enough and share agricultural resources - which leads to Domon ending up in New York when he hits Earthside pavement.

He's privately worked on his English the last couple of months and after being dropped in New York with a different hairstyle, outfit, and accent he's unrecognizable. 

He considers making his way west to get some solitude in the wilderness, but something about that initial plan feels off now that he's on the ground.

Chibodee is also Earthside for a special series of prize fights aimed at raising charitable appeal for the US in the eyes of Neo Americans.

Domon decides to hit up Chibodee for a fight on a day between matches hoping it'll clear his head and give him the clarity to decide on a course of action. What ends up happening is an unexpected heart to heart via blows and a breakdown.

Domon is happy for Rain and Kyoji, and he knows it's not true; but he feels like he lost a piece of himself when his relationship with Rain fell apart.

Domon's instinct is to run after that but Chibodee knows this city and Domon doesn't hide out for long before Chibodee drags him back to his place to stay and just "Chill out and breathe. You don't have to be anyone but yourself here. You can take as long as you need to find out what everything changing means for you." Friends and teammates stick together.

So Domon spends a few weeks with Chibodee sparring and hanging out in New York. Chibodee does a frankly awesome job at containing his feelings because he's focusing on Domons feelings and being a good friend first and foremost. Whatever he's feeling can wait until after Domon is done going though it.

There's a bit of a twinge in Domon's heart as he leaves that he can't really place.

After he returns to Neo Japan and gets settled back into life with his family, The Dreams start.

They're mainly set in New York. Small things first like noticing Chibodee's smile and his eyes. Then sparring sessions that begin to turn lurid.

He thought these kinds of dreams would stop after he was married.... he doesn't know what to do about this.

I just figure it gives more clarity and sense of time for the journey from Comphet Marriage Dissolution to Feelings to Confession. Idk.

But I got stuck on a bit and then had this thought and needed to get it down before I lost it and it was so long it made sense to make it its own post as opposed to several replies.

The Maize and Clown Motel will probably still be 3 years and change post canon for clarification.

@thedragonchilde @amplexadversary @youreaclownnow

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

What was the moment/scene that officially cemented you as a Sontails shipper? Or was it multiple?

Ah good question!

So if you've seen my sontails/sonine posting you've probably heard the story of me getting into sontails (no worries if you haven't)

Just to summarize, my journey started with Sonine and Movie!Sontails. The Grim scene in S1 E6 of Prime and the entire bar scene in Movie 2 just blasted me with second hand embarrassment (the good kind) that (despite me being eh about shipping them at that time) made be seriously go "Okay if just brothers why are these scenes directed this way". Sonic's feelings aside, I felt I knew in those moments that Nine and movie!Tails had possibly been written to have a subtextual crush on Sonic, and strong feelings in general. This was...my gateway.

But an "officially cemented" moment is a bit hard for me to specifically narrow down. I can tell you that by the time I'd been checking the Sonine tag after starting S2 of Prime and finished S2 I had to come to terms with the fact that I genuinely saw something there between the two of them (and was feeling frustrated that no one else was seemingly seeing it). At that point I'd settled as "I like Sonine but that doesn't mean I have to like all of Sontails".

Then I rewatched movie 2 a couple times and had to (similarly) come to terms with the fact that I was genuinely frustrated to not really see other people commenting on what I'd seen as potential subtext regarding Movie!Tails' feelings and that I liked this version as well.

So my gateway into Sontails was Prime and Sonic Movie 2, but accepting I liked most versions of Sontails/Sontails in general and not just a few specific versions was a bit of a slow journey. All I can say is that by the time I finished playing Colors Ultimate and got well into the Archie comics I knew I enjoyed Sontails just as much as I had come to enjoy Sonine, and was equally as obsessed with the dynamics.

[entriprises]

Romeo Dixon on becoming an American rock sensation: ‘I spend a lot of time in my room’

He’s 25, calls his mom every Monday, and is the drummer and manager to one of the hottest bands out there, Heart Attack. 

It’s a Saturday morning, the sun’s been out no more than an hour, and Romeo Dixon holds out to me his backpack to hold while he tries his hardest to unlock the back doors of Heart Attack’s recording studio. It’s not actually theirs, he’s sure to make known. It’s just the space they’re using, thanks to the the band’s current recording label that found it for them. They get to keep their gear there sometimes, like now, when they’re working on a lot of music and need the collaborative space. He asked permission for access to the studio today he tells me. He wanted to be able to share where so much of the work is done. The studio is open 24 hours a day, usually, and Dixon is lucky that it is. The key’s not working. He apologizes twice before stepping off to make a phone call for someone to open the doors for us. When the doors open, he greets Joe, a recording engineer who looks like he’s been awake longer than either of us and is ready to go home. Dixon introduces Joe as “the guy who makes a lot of stuff happen around the studio” and then talks about how they had met when Heart Attack first moved in to work on recording there. Joe doesn’t stick around, he can’t, he tells us before rushing back to where he’d been working and disappearing from the halls of the recording studio. Even though he’s gone, Dixon has nothing but praise for Joe and the skills he brings to mixing and producing, continuing on about him. Joe hasn’t worked on any Heart Attack songs directly, but it’s less about what he’s done for Heart Attack at the sound stations and more so about how “it’s been an incredible learning opportunity to just be able to sit down with him and listen to him talk about what he does and the magic of it.”

Just walking through the halls, en route to Heart Attack’s dedicated space, it’s clear that the studio has an effect on Dixon. He’s more awake, energetic, and constantly trying to point out something on the walls that are covered from floor to ceiling in photographs, news clippings, and poster. His nervousness has been left behind at the doors and now he is full of endearment and gratitude towards everyone and everything around him. It’s almost surprising when he starts telling me about how he doesn’t often do interviews, and even more rarely individual profiles like this one. But he’s right. Most media coverage for Heart Attack has focused on the band as a whole or its stage dominating members. He doesn’t mind that he says, the others are better at it according to him. 

Today is new for him, and he’s agreed to it for a reason that is all but clear from the way he lights up at each and every thing he shows me. Heart Attack is everything to Dixon, and while it’s a profile on him, he is intent on making sure I don’t miss a word that he has to share about the band, its members, and it’s growth over the years through his jumpy and somewhat frantic monologues. Just when he’s about to tell me about a photo on the wall of a smaller indie band, he’s distracted by the sight of a recording session in progress. He then follows it up by asking me questions, and lots of them, and as time goes on it’s not entirely certain who is interviewing who. Through all of his frenzy, I get a genuine look into who he is unobstructed by flashing lights and the cheering of fans. Romeo Dixon is just a guy that cares.

Dixon has been a musician since as long as he can remember, although he says he wouldn’t call himself that when he first started playing the piano at age four. In his own words, he thinks he “was much more of a noise maker than anything else. There wasn’t talent there, just a whole lot of key smashing.” He comes from an art inclined family, with his parents running their own theatre company for Shakespeare plays and more recently original works. He denies acting much, although not out of any stage fright that one might assume. The stage itself was never something frightening to him. It still isn’t, Dixon says, although he thinks it’s because he tends to be further back than front man Jesse ‘Mac’ McCoy or bassist Jessie Wilson. There’s some comfort in where he’s located. It allows him the best view of every show, and to continue experiencing the atmosphere of a live performance and the way people are brought together in the process. It’s a love that began when he was working alongside his parents as a kid. 

By now we’ve moved on from the hallway, and are situated in the center Heart Attack’s space. In every direction there is so much character and life to the waiting and still instruments. It’s clear everything is well loved, and although it’s missing the rest of its band, the room is no less full of character. Dixon shows me all the instruments they have in the studio. Each piece is more coated in stickers than the last, and he can’t resist playing a few keys or strumming a small tune on each one. 

I ask him if there’s any instrument that he doesn’t play, a favorite that has perhaps evaded his skill set. 

He’s surprised at first by the question, a little lost how to answer, explaining first that, “you sort of pick up a ton of stuff when you’re making bands and producing your own stuff and that all sort of feeds into our sound too.” When it comes to favorites, “If I’ve got one it’s probably in the band. I’m no guitarist like the others but I play,” he says, modestly, as if he hadn’t just played the intro to one of their songs for me moments ago. 

“I guess… I guess sax?” Dixon goes on to say. “I’ve never tried those types on instruments, the horns and the woodwinds and… I’ve never tried those. I’d like to for sure. We had a sax player join us for a bit when we were working on our recent stuff which was incredible. It was a whole new sound and… I don’t think I’m supposed to be talking about that actually. Forget that I said that. Or… no you can include it. We have a sax on a couple songs in this album. You can write that, just promise you’ll go listen to the album when it actually comes out. That’s all I’ll say. You gotta listen to it. It’s really awesome.” I promise him that I will.

Arriving at his drum set, he has an overflowing basket of drumsticks by its side. There’s so many, and they all vary in color, size, and age. When he sees me staring, he’s already ready to jump into an explaination about all of them. The brand he has the most is Vic Firth, a very popular brand amongst drummers of all levels, and they’re also the sticks he tends to prefer. 

Amongst the pile, there’s a standout pair: custom Heart Attack sticks. 

“They’re a gift,” Dixon explains. “Most of my sticks are, but these are probably the best gift I’ve ever gotten, and they were from Jessie. They got me these right around when they joined the band too so it was just an incredibly thoughtful gift from her.”

“So are sticks the perfect birthday gift for you?” I ask. He laughs at that, shrugging.

“I don’t know. I feel like I have enough sticks.” Looking at his basket, I’d have to agree. “I feel like birthday gifts are always a from the heart, from the other person sort of thing. it’s not something you ask for does that make sense? so picking a perfect gift is… What I need is a better car, but I’d never ask anyone for that. That’s a crazy expensive birthday gift.”

We finally finish up the tour of the space, although tour is a generous word. They may as well constantly be performing a tiny desk concert with the incredibly limited size of the space. They make the most of it, according to Dixon, and they have no complaints for now. In this city, and on their budget, they’ll take anything they can get. 

I join him as he sits on the floor, although he offers me a chair and just about everything else first. The floor is a comfier than expected seat, and sitting at his level I can get a peak into what long hours must be like in this exact spot. Staring up at the ceiling, I start to ask him about the band, and what the process tends to be for all their music making.

“I don’t know what it’s like for everyone else on their own, we’ve talked about it over the years but the process has changed a lot for me at least that I imagine it has a bit for the others,” Dixon begins to tell me. “That and songwriting on our own is just so private, y’know? It’s something we all have a very specific ritual for and then when we feel like something could go somewhere, that’s when we come together.” 

“I think when some of us were first getting into it we relied a lot on the word and advice of artists we liked, which is cool and worked to some extent, but as Heart Attack it’s something we had to figure out as a band.” 

Most of Heart Attack’s members, current and past, lack a formal background in music, and they’ve previously credited a lot of their growth to each other, online resources, and trial and error. 

“Sometimes we all just sit around a room, mostly this room, with our gear and it’s just about working in the same space as each other. We do that a fair bit because we like to bounce stuff off of each other. When we’re together, one of us sort of throws something out there and we sorta build on it, play around a lot with it and see where we can take it and then the song probably goes through fifty different changes in that process. It’s not even really a song yet, just something we’re all messing with.”

He asks me then what I like to listen to, or if I’ve gotten into any new music lately. I tell him about a couple artists, and he takes all the suggestions quite seriously, writing them down in his phone. 

“A big part of making music is also discovering music. We do a lot of listening to other artists and genres and we’ll share a lot of recommendations and playlists with one another. It’s how we grow and figure out what we like and don’t like and also what we could be doing.”

On the subject of learning and advice, we start getting into Heart Attack’s influences. While Dixon has a lot of personal heroes, when it comes to music and the band, he says it’s mostly rock and roll. 

“Mac and I are big fans of The Who, The Kinks, Ramones, U2. Crash likes a lot of stuff, they’re pretty all over the place. Jessie brings a lot more alt to it and I mean she’s really contributed the most to our sound lately. The influence list is sort of endless now.”

As to how it’s changed them, Dixon says, “the indie rock scene has been becoming a bigger and bigger thing in the last decade and it’s taken on a somewhat new meaning. you hear the words indie rock and there’s a certain idea or sound that comes to mind. That has taken a big toll on all of us as musicians. In a good way. The indie genre is changing, we’re changing. We’re going to keep changing and that’s okay.”

“Is your songwriting process different from what you do as a group?”

“That’s different. Yeah. That’s pretty different. On my own is hard to explain, like I said before, it’s really personal and specific. I record everything, all the time. That’s a very big part of it and it’s a little slow sometimes too.” He’s comfortable writing anywhere, especially in the studio, but what he needs most is silence. “Is that weird?” 

“I think it makes sense.” 

“And it’s still fun, it’s just not the same kind of fun as when we do it together. It’s a more individual personal fun when I write alone. I’m never miserable when I write. I don’t really write from that place, it’s not what our music is about usually.”

In the last year, anticipation has grown for the soon to be released Heart Attack album, and its fanbase has tripled. With the quick rise on the eve of the band’s album, I ask him how the fame specifically has changed things for the band, and for himself.

“We’re busier. I’m busier. It’s all very busy,” he admits. 

“Touring and playing live is great. It’s really unlike any other experience, and I’m incredibly thankful that we have been doing it so much. It sort of changes the songs to do them live, it gives them a lot more depth and meaning and getting to see the love people have for them has us all pretty breathless by the end of the night.” There’s an obvious but coming despite his enthusiasm. He doesn’t want me to misinterpret the love and dedication he has to the fans. I assure him it’s certainly not lost on me, and only then does he nod and give me what’s clearly the second half of his answer.

“But there’s a lot of recovery we all have to do. The people are great, we all get along great, but we do all need our time after the shows and the recording sessions to just get back to ourselves and our lives. Jessie has some of their own stuff going on and Crash too, some of us are still working other jobs and there’s always family stuff going on and any number of personal things. So there’s that part of it.” He sighs, settling in. It’s off his chest now. 

“I spend a lot of time in my room. I like to call my mom pretty frequently, we just talk all that stuff through. She gets it, cause she’s been there a little bit with the theater stuff and touring.” Since the band came together, Dixon’s spearheaded all their managerial responsibilities. It’s clear from the way he talks about the band and their future that although it’s taken a toll, he’s far from burning out. He just needs his alone time like anybody else. “It helps that I have good people, I have really good people in my life who listen, and also they don’t let me stay in my room forever. They drag me out to be a real person.”

“That’s important,” I tell him.

Dixon agrees.

Heart Attack’s third album comes out in August. 

[mo-gxn]

hear me out ( I’ve never read lord of the flies) make a Dndads lotf crossover/au?

going through my inbox rn- anyway

i’ve actually been trying to figure out a way to make that work, i could either do the au and have that be fun, but i could probably only make it work with the kids

working around archetypes and all that stuff, i might do it but i feel like a crossover may be easiest

honestly i should do it

[thistledropkick]

hiromu for the ask thingy?

Hiromu is one of my favorite wrestlers. He's got this combination of very weird and very sincere that's guaranteed to appeal to me, and his feud with Desperado starting in 2018's BOSJ was what made me go from just watching NJPW to closely following it.

It's been so interesting to watch Hiromu change as a wrestler over time, in his character and in his wrestling style as well. I do miss some aspects of the wild ferocity of his character when he was first introduced, but watching him evolve into the wrestler he is today has been very rewarding too. I love it when some hints of his old dangerous self resurface.

One of the things I love most about Hiromu is his dedication to the junior division. I tend to prefer junior heavyweight wrestlers, and I really dislike when people talk about heavyweight wrestling or heavyweight wrestlers as if they're just inherently "better" somehow. Hiromu has steadfastly pushed against that for as long as I've been watching him wrestle, and it's something I really appreciate from him. As the inheritor of New Japan's junior division, his dedication to getting that division the respect it deserves makes me very happy. But not just that, his decision to wrestle junior heavyweights across many different promotions, and his dedication to elevating all of junior heavyweight wrestling not just in NJPW but across as many promotions as possible... It just makes me love him even more.

Stylistically, how much I get into his matches depends on who he's fighting. I tend to like his work the most when he fights someone who isn't a flashy "lots of rapid moves in quick succession" or "high flyer" type in general. But he's always fun to watch, and I love his interactions with other wrestlers no matter what.

I have some very specific things I'm hoping for from Hiromu this year. I want to see him achieve all of his dreams, and there are a couple dreams in particular that I want to see him achieve sooner rather than later.

More than anything, I'm grateful that Hiromu managed to become a wrestler at all, and I'm grateful that he's still able to wrestle after his awful injury. Every match I get to watch him in feels like a gift.