#they're not an obnoxious loud. so you can just ignore them

[toastingpencils37]

Bro, the heaters at my school are fucked up.

Yesterday, apparently at the beginning of the day in one of the buildings, the AC on one side was 60 degrees, whereas the other side was at 80 degrees. (I don't have classes in that building during that part of the day)

So they turned off the AC on the hot side. But then around the time 5th period started (my class period in that building), the AC on the other side went up to 80 degrees, so my teacher had to turn it off. And the principle even came to talk to my teacher about it briefly during class.

The AC in that class was apparently still at 80 degrees some point today as well.

And then in my brother's math class yesterday, the AC was really cold. But then today it was really warm.

So yeah. AC's fucked up.

[goldfades]

Can you do headcannons about UConn wbb manager being on live with the team

𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 ─ UCONN WBB MANAGER

౨ৎ ─ summary | a live between the girls and their beloved manager!

─ word count | 1k

─ warnings | some light language, LOTS of banter, maybe some paige x manager but you can view how you want!

─ taglist | @xocherishxo @iienstein @yazmunson @euphternal @uraesthete @hello-nah817 @wanderlusturous and here's a link to my taglist if anyone would like to join!!

KK PROPPED UP the camera against her water bottle as you settled into the hotel bed behind her, a yawn escaping your lips.

You and the rest of the team had just travelled almost three hours on a bus. You were so exhausted and sore as you yawned again, you rubbed your eyes as KK adjusted the camera angle.

"Hey live, we're back." KK waved at the camera dramatically as you laughed slightly, shaking your head. KK sent you a glare before she continued, "Everyone wanted Y/N to do a live with us so... yeah. She's here, hope y'all are happy."

Even from your spot, you could see the comments rolling in as KK read them. "They're asking where Paige is,"

You and KK glanced at each other before you sighed dramatically, sitting up so that you were directly next to KK. "Of course they are, they're down bad. And for what?"

"She's getting food with the rest of the team, don't worry live she'll be here in a second," KK reassured the viewers, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

You kept on reading the comments, your chin in your hand as you scanned through the messages flashing across the screen. Some were funny, some were supportive, and of course, there were plenty asking about Paige.

"How did you feel about the ref from last week's game?" You read the question out loud as KK groaned, putting her face in her hands as you laughed. "Uh, well... he definitely made some interesting calls."

The door swung open and you both glanced toward it, watching as Ice and Paige walked through the door with takeout bags in their hands.

"Did you get my food?" You asked as Paige let out an exaggerated sigh, causing you to roll your eyes playfully.

"Bro, yes I did." She handed you the food as she threw herself on the bed, causing the camera to fall on to the camera. The entire room began to groan at Paige's antics, with KK shooting her a playful glare.

KK grabbed the phone and propped it up again as she gave Paige another glare, only to be ignored by Paige as she scrolled on her phone. "Sorry y'all, Paige just threw herself on the bed."

"Bro, hop off." Paige mumbled as KK continued to glare at her. "Just eat your food, damn."

You and Ice shared an amused glance as you held in your laugh, taking out your sandwich as you began eating. Ice sat down in front of you so that she could read the live comments before KK began singing SZA obnoxiously.

Paige then glanced up at you then took out her wallet and handed you a 20$ bill. You glanced at her with a confused look before she continued. "Here's your money back, I got you."

"Bro, why would you do that? You didn't have to, keep it." You sighed as Paige looked up at you with a grin.

Paige shrugged casually, her grin widening. "Don't worry about it, consider it an early birthday present. But keep it, Paige. Seriously," you gave her a stern expression.

She shook her head as she pushed the cash toward your hand, causing you to slap it away. Paige rolled her eyes as she groaned, getting up to your purse and putting the cash in it.

"Paige," you whined as she sent you a glare, getting back on the bed.

KK, now finished with her ong, glanced over at the exchange with a raised eyebrow. "What's going on over there?"

"Just Paige being extra," Ice replied with a smirk, earning a mock offended gasp from Paige.

You glanced back at the comments and a lot of them had noticed the exchange between you and Paige, causing you to laugh.

KK let out a groan as she sent Paige a glare. "Bro you're such a suck-up."

"Shut the-" She cut herself off as she sighed, "Shut the heck up, it's called being a good friend. Plus, I've known her longer than you have."

"Why do you always have to bring that up, why are you being so messy?" KK

KK just rolled her eyes as she put up her hand toward shot back, her tone annoyed as Ice just kept reading the comments, not paying much mind to their argument since it happens so often now.

Paige rolled her eyes, her grin not faltering. "Because it's fun," she replied, her voice laced with playfulness. "And because it's true. You're just a hater, you're just mad that Y/N likes me more than you."

KK gasped as she got up from the bed, going over to Paige. "No, I am."

"No, bro. It's me." Paige replied, sending you a smirk as you ignored their banter.

"Shut up, bro. It's me,"

"No, it's me."

"Bro, I've known her longer than you have so that automatically gives me more points than you, so..." Paige just shrugged as she glared up at the girl.

KK groaned out loud as she went back and put up her hand to Paige's face. "I'm done with your ass, talk to the hand."

Ice and Paige bursted out laughing as you shook your head in amusement, as KK kept her head up in an exaggerated way with a cocky expression.

"Yeah, yeah exactly." Paige smirked as she glanced toward you. "That's what I thought, KK."

You couldn't help but chuckle at the antics of your teammates. "Alright, alright, let's not start a World War III over who's the favorite," you interjected with a grin, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Yeah you're only sayin' that cus I'm obviously the favorite," Paige shrugged as she leaned back in the bed, eyeing you.

You raised an eyebrow at Paige's confident assertion, unable to suppress a smile at her playful teasing. "You're not even in my top five, P. Ice is number one right now 'cus she's not giving me a damn headache."

Ice smiled as she glanced back at you, blowing you a kiss. "Love you, Y/N."

Paige just scoffed, grabbing her fountain drink and sipping it as she sent Ice a glare. You chuckled at Ice's response, giving her a playful wink in return. "Love you too, Ice,"

──

The next day, there were clips of the live (especially the part where Paige hands you the 20$) and everyone loved you even more. However, people began speculating there may be something between you and Paige.

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[66kenobi66]

Vivziepop Can't Write POC

TW/CW: Racism, S/A mention

Surprisingly Vivziepop's work actually has more POC characters than I first realized. And all of them are...less then splendid.

Valkyrie

Valkyrie...poor, poor Valkyrie...

Forever cursed to sit in the back, shut up, and only stand up and contribute when her white savior girlfriend either royally screws things up or needs moral support.

I've spoken about my strong feelings on Valkyrie many times before in previous posts so I'll only really give one new shred of criticism I've realized: Making your main POC female cast member a former genocidal murderer who spent supposed years killing her girlfriend's kind is...a choice.

Emily and Sera

My biggest issue with Emily and Sera (especially Emily) is that you can hardly even tell that they're meant to be Black. Their skin is a weird dark grayish brown, their features are stock and bland (both of them lacking proper noses), and their hair is some puzzling mix of straight and poofy.

And the writing of them both is also unimpressive. Emily is a carbon-copy, stock "Bubbly young girl" archetype who never really does much other than sing and move around. She acts more like a piece on a chessboard than a character, simply moving and doing what the scene needs her to do. Sera on the other hand, is a personality-less stick figure who just kind of does things because...the plot requires it. Also, great move Vivzie! Making one of the main villains a Black woman who endorses genocide and has to act like a babysitter/manager to the loud, obnoxious, hate-spewing white guy. How progressive!

Velvette (Kind of?)

I...actually have no real words to say about Velvette. Which sounded like a positive until I realized the reason I had nothing to say about her is because she does nothing. Like, ever.

She just kind of stands around being annoying and ignoring her fellow Vee's whining fits and sex crimes. Jeez, uh...that argument between her and Carmilla was stupid, I guess?

Velvette: She sure is one of the characters of all time!

Valentino

Not even worth mentioning, you already know he's terrible.

Alastor/Husk

Oh dear god, Alastor...

Words fail me at how much of an insane fail both of these characters are. One is a offensive caricature of Voodou that would make Dr. Facilier roll in his grave, who's also somehow whiter than snow despite being half Creloe. And the other is a constantly complaining douche and a hopeless alcoholic, who has a whole song devoted to calling a sex worker a loser for being abused/not having a proper coping mechanism. Oh, AND he's enslaved by the other "Black" guy! HOW PROGRESSIVE 😀

Oh and Carmilla is there too, but I've been awake for too long and also have nothing to say about her :/

[minisugakoobies]

Mingyu 💞

💞 [ Reunion ] - A longing kiss shared after being apart for a while

This almost ended up being 1k 🤦‍♀️ I am sorry! But the 'gyu brainrot is REAL and it is STRONG 💕

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"You know, you didn't have to come."

You roll your eyes as Jeonghan repeats himself. True, your brother doesn’t really need any help picking up his friends from the airport, but you'd insisted on tagging along anyway.

"They're my friends, too," you declare.

"No, they're not." He glances at his watch, then shoots you a look. "You're not gonna be weird about this, right?"

You ignore him, choosing instead to focus your attention on the faces of the passengers now crowding around the luggage carousels, wishing you could brush aside the buzzing of your nerves just as easily as you shut out your brother's voice. The only thing weird right now is how excited you are to see your brother's annoying friends again. You've known Seungcheol, Seungkwan, and Mingyu for ages.

It's been two months since the guys left for baseball spring training. Jeonghan normally would've been with them, but his broken ankle is keeping him benched this year. His incessant whining about being left behind made it a very long sixty days.

But the countdown is over. They're back. And you’re anxiously elated.

Because something changed in the few weeks leading up to their departure, between you and -

"Mingyu." His name falls from your lips as you spy him across the room. Even with his snapback pulled low on his face, you can see how his tanned skin glows, popping against his white tee. You bite back a sigh, wondering how it’s possible that he’s grown more gorgeous in just a few weeks. "I mean, I see the guys."

You lift your hand in a half point, half wave, and it catches Seungkwan’s attention, who then nudges Seungcheol, who in turn shoulder checks Mingyu. You feel the moment Mingyu’s eyes lock onto yours, stomach swooping like you’re in freefall when his lips lift in a soft smile.

You come crashing back down to earth as the other guys spot your brother. The regression is immediate, all four of them suddenly obnoxious teenagers again, with their secret handshakes and crushing bro hugs and unreasonably loud ballbusting. This is how they always say hello, so it doesn’t faze you one bit, though it does make quite a few of the other travelers standing around you glare.

Once they’ve finished their raucous greeting ritual, the luggage carousel begins to move, and all you get are a few quick head nods before the guys start pulling their bags off the conveyor belt. Your heart sinks a little.

Weird, don’t be weird, you think, plastering a blithe smile on your face and pretending to laugh as Seungcheol not so subtly trips Seungkwan with his roller suitcase. Maybe it was weird for you to expect more of a reaction from Mingyu. The two of you had only hung out a few times, a couple of casual dinners, some drinks, one movie, and then, the night before he left - 

Well, maybe it didn’t mean what you thought it did. The two of you had talked a little bit while he was gone, but never about anything serious. You suppose you could’ve asked him about it, but you knew he’d be busy with baseball, and maybe also you didn’t want to know. 

Your mind remains thusly occupied as you follow the guys out to your brother’s beat-up car. Jeonghan pops the trunk from the driver’s seat, using his now-healed ankle as an excuse to get out of helping them. Seungkwan and Seungcheol hastily toss their bags into the tiny space and clamber into the backseat, leaving Mingyu sighing in frustration.

“Thanks for the help, assholes.” 

“Here, let me,” you mutter, not quite looking Mingyu in the eye as you join him.

Together, the two of you rearrange the bags, trying to make everything fit. While the other guys sit in the car loudly fighting over where to grab lunch, you and Mingyu work quietly, in a comfortable silence. It makes you think that maybe it’ll be okay, if things go back to the way they always were before, even if your pulse still races the way around Mingyu the way it’s doing now. 

It’s not until the trunk closes that you finally meet his gaze. Mingyu smiles, that slow-spreading smile of his that makes you weak in the knees, and leans toward you, voice hushed as he speaks. “Sorry I didn’t get to give you a proper greeting earlier. Is it okay if I do now?” 

You’ve no idea what that means but your answer is, of course, yes, an emphatic head nod that makes Mingyu huff out a surprised (and pleased) laugh. His hands drop to your hips, shuffling you towards him just the slightest bit, and then he’s kissing you, lips moving against yours, slowly, longingly, like he’s been dreaming of this moment for two months and is bound and determined to make sure you feel it. 

Weird, how you’re surrounded by hundreds of strangers pouring out of the airport, and yet it feels like there’s no one else around. 

At least, not until your brother lays on the horn.

[thepenguinweeb]

Hi (^·^). I would love to request for Bucciarati x F!Reader. The reader is part of his team and is really close to him, but they’re stuck in this thin line where they’re not sure if they’re just friends or something more. There’s this unspoken tension between them that’s hard to ignore, and the others in the group definitely notice, teasing them about it. However, Bruno and the reader always brush it off and insist there’s nothing going on between them.

Feel free to have fun with how it all plays out. I trust your creativity (^。^)★彡

`` Just friends.. of course. ``

[ ♡ Bruno Bucciarati x fem!reader ]

[ ♡ You've been apart of Bruno's team for a long time, and it is undeniable that the two of you have a certain.. bond. You can't help but wonder if you're imagining things, or if he really thinks of you that way. ]

[ ♡ Requested by: @sxturncloud <3 !! ]

[ ♡ A/N: Sorry for the lack of posts recently, burnout hit hardd D: I'm trying to catch up with the requests in my inbox but it'll take a bit of time probably.. anyway, thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy! ]

Divider by @/cafekitsune <3

"No, no- you don't get it. That's the complete opposite of what you were supposed to do!"

Just another day at Libeccio with the gang. You listened as Fugo shouted at Narancia, staring daggers at the teen and his notebook, which was filled with pitifully incorrect calculations.

"Hey! It's not my fault you're this bad at explaining stuff!"

You sighed, letting your head slump. The pair's argument continued on for a bit longer, and you wished you'd packed some aspirin in your bag with each moment that passed.

It was Abbachio who eventually stepped in.

"Can you two shut up and stop arguing for five minutes? You're giving me a headache.."

Fugo and Narancia were both clearly reluctant, but it only took one look at the man to know if they didn't stop now, he would not hesitate to beat their asses. So, they settled down.

You couldn't help but let out a relieved sigh and shoot a grateful glance at Abbachio.

The door to the restaurant opened, and your lips unconciously curved into a smile. Bucciarati had finally arrived.

"I'm sorry I was late," he began once he made his way over to his team's table. Your eyes met for a split second and he gave you a smile, then took a seat next to you.

"I hope the others didn't bother you too much while I was gone," he said, leaning closer to you without even meaning to. Despite the usual strict expression he put on, he always wore a smile when he was in your presence.. must be because you were such close friends, right?

You shook your head and returned the smile. "No-" you started, then glanced at Fugo and Narancia, who were still sulking from their earlier argument. "Not too much," you said instead.

For a moment, the two of you sat in a comfortable silence. You'd gotten lost in his beautiful blue eyes - staring at him as if he was the best thing you've ever seen.. maybe he was.

No, what were you thinking? You and Bruno were strictly friends. Good friends. Nothing more.

Mista cleared his throat in an obnoxiously loud way, clearly just to get your attention. "Uh, not to interrupt your coupley activities, but.. we're still here, you know."

You snapped out of your daze and immediately shot a glare in Mista's direction at his implications. Coupley activities.. was coupley even a word?

"Mista.." Bruno sighed, rubbing his temple. "I thought we'd discussed this already. Me and Y/N are not in a relationship."

"You sure act like you are," Narancia put in. You stared at him in annoyance, half-expecting Fugo to make a comment about how inappropriate and disrespectful it was to say such a thing about his superior, but even he was quiet.

It was in that moment you had to realize that nobody disagreed with that sentiment.

"You guys are ridiculous.. we're just friends," you protested.

"Oh, come on! The only thing you are is in denial," Mista exclaimed. "Even the Pistols can see it, and they're a stand."

You went on to glare at the man in annoyance, which only intensified upon seeing Giorno give a brief nod in agreement. You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, realizing you weren't getting any backup.

Suddenly, you felt a hand resting on your shoulder. "Don't bother with them," Bruno told you. You looked back at him with a nod, any previous irritation you had seemingly vanishing.

Mista let out another loud groan. "Aaand there they go again..."

[kitsune-pop]

i have feelings about b-127 from transformers one

(also spoilers for the movie)

I've seen plenty of discourse around b, we all have. "he's annoying and cringe!" "he ruins the movie!!" etc. I'm not here to talk about your personal preference in comedic relief. I want to talk about b in a way I haven't seen anyone do before (and if someone has tag me I wanna discuss things!)

tfo is pretty clearly a story about disenfranchised workers reclaiming their rights and autonomy. fairly cut and dry. orion and d-16 have different ideas on how to enact change, plot moves forward. but b does stand out amongst the cast as the only one who isn't completely destroyed by the revelation of sentinel's betrayal, nor does he go through a radical personality change like Orion, d-16 or even elita. he stays his lovable self

why is that?

b admits himself that he got reassigned to burn pit duty. he plays it off, but it's made abundantly clear that he's unhappy. his work station is treated like a dungeon, and it very well may be! they had to climb up 50 levels of trash just to get out! which begs the question; did they have to sneak past 49 other trash watchers? or did the other ones just ignore them?

are the sublevels only for the ones the enforcers don't like or have any use for?

I'm going to pivot to talk about myself and my experiences. (we'll get back to b in a sec) I am very neurodivergent. autism, ADHD, cptsd and likely others that I haven't figured out yet. it's hard for me to keep a job. whether it's overstimulation, rude customers callous or abusive management, I lose my job a lot

I've never once quit

every time I've been fired, it's come out of the blue. no warnings, no talk about "how to improve your performance." just walk in, walk out an hour later unemployed. and it's always over something that I have no real control over. and it's because I'm neurodivergent. I know it is. I'm loud, make obnoxious jokes, talk too much, pretty much everything b does

and I'm punished for it

it's always the same way; they find some way to shove me out of sight. I'm certainly not an amazing worker, but I follow the rules and make sure all my work is done before I clock out. I'm worth more to keep than to train a new person. so I'm sent to a department that no one goes to. or I get locked into a night shift that takes over a year for me to escape from only after the manager who put me there quit. I'm not stupid, I know why. I'm off-putting to neurotypical people. so I clam up, shut down, become an automaton for whatever company I work for

and it doesn't matter

my managers always find some mundane thing I did wrong literally months in the past and use it as an excuse to fire me. it's happened three separate times and I can even see my current managers gearing up to do the same thing

I'm b, and b is me

he represents the coworker you don't like, the obnoxious neighbor who's too nosy, the friend of a friend who tries way too hard to be funny. he's the guy who you shove in a corner and forget about and he deserves freedom and autonomy too

I deserve freedom and autonomy

we all deserve it, it is our right as human beings to not be viewed as pieces of a machine to be shattered beyond repair and replaced when necessary. regardless of whether or not you enjoy spending your personal time around me. Orion and d are both unsettled by b, but quickly realize that he just wants to have real, not garbage (literally) friends. and then they realize that, yeah he's annoying, but he's kind, big hearted and just an overall sweet guy

I wish someone felt that way about me when they see me so disassociated at my job I can barely register the words they're saying to me

I wish a single one of my previous managers understood that about me

I wish I didn't live in constant fear that my apartment, my cats and my food weren't all at risk just because someone doesn't like my vibe

is it any wonder why they stood up and fought for themselves? is it any wonder that d became Megatron when he realized that his superiors viewed him and all his protocol following glory as nothing more than trash to be pushed around? is it any wonder how angry he got when he realized he was a single simple mistake from being forgotten?

...sorry, I got a little emotional at the end there

b-127 in transformers one means a lot to me

not because I see myself in him

but because I see my loved ones in him

[kangals]

aw your blog is lovely, i just got an 11 week old collie mix and my mate sent me your way. any puppy tips or wisdom to impart? 😊

congrats on the new baby!

collie tips: try to think of the barking as communication - it's easy to get annoyed by it, but i promise they're barking for a reason. even if that reason is just "i'm happy!" "i'm bored!" "there's a person on the sidewalk!" "i want this!" etc... you'll have a much better mental state if you treat it as a conversation instead of a nuisance.

not sure what type of coat your puppy has, but brush them at least 2x a week and shower them with treats during it. do nails weekly too! few things are more obnoxious than a grown-ass dog that throws a tantrum about basic grooming. and long-haired dogs need grooming, so they don't get the option to be fussy about it.

puppy tips in general: now that i'm on my second puppy, i think the entire concept of socialization/exposure training can be boiled down into thus:

put that beast in situations

make the situations fun

and that's really it. just take your puppy out and look for Situations to put them in. visiting the hardware store? boom, you've been placed on a wooden pallet. you are now 1 foot off the ground. yes, kind of weird. here's some treats for being on the pallet. yay! ok moving on. walking past an (empty) playground? i am now walking under a bridge, please follow me. yay, treats for going under low object. there is a scary object (e.g. traffic cone tipped on its side) outside? we are investigating the object. yay, here's some treats for sniffing the object. etc etc etc just over and over ad over. even at home you can make Situations like a cardboard box, or loud noises playing from a speaker, or relaxing in different parts of the house, etc. put your fingers in their nose. toss them in a puddle. i've come to realize that your job as a puppy owner is to just mildly inconvenience your puppy so much that they become totally unphased by it. and that's a much easier to swallow concept for me than anything else lol.

also: Situations can be passive too. make sure they learn how to be bored. chill in a room together by quietly ignoring them. let them learn to figure out how to entertain themselves peacefully. leave them alone regularly. etc.

also @purplesaline is a font of wisdom and has given me very good advice about puppy raising. several times i have asked her about a problem i'm having and been reassured that "yes it's fine, X thing will happen soon" and i think "well surely that can't be right" and then every. time. it does happen and she is correct.

[kopivie]

trick-or-treat.

# — pairing: spidey!kazuha x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, spider-man!kazuha

# — warnings: a little suggestive.

# — tags: fluff, kisses (bc who am i if not a madman for kisses), mild hurt/comfort, BANTER YIPPEE!!, this is zuzu's way of making up for the fact that he all but forgot kazuha's birthday, apology fic

# — notes: (PLEASE READ!!) this is... not at all what i intended to do. it's 1:30 am and i just came down from a much needed high. as my head cleared, i noticed that this fic was like, riddled with flaws, but i feel too good about this to second guess it and feel bad. anyways, this is heavily inspired by this fic that 🎻 anon sent in my asks, as well as a follow-up to this fic i wrote on @awlumii last year on kazuha's birthday. i hope you enjoy and please do let me know what you think! i could really use some feedback.

✦ — 🎃 — ✦

There's a knock on your door. You stare at the entry to your apartment and think: "How mean would it be if I ignored them right now?"

In your defense, you've been giving out candy all day. All. Day. You figured that there would at least have been a lull in the early afternoon since children had school to attend, but no — you've been giving out candy to all ages from as early as 10:30 this morning. It's a good thing you stocked up on candy late last month, otherwise you would've had to ruin the days of some very enthusiastic trick-or-treaters. So after setting aside a bucket full of your favorites and giving out the leftovers until about 10 at night, you finally thought yourself ready to curl up on your bed with your softest blanket. You were halfway to dreamland when some monster started pounding on your door.

(So maybe you're exaggerating a little. But who could blame you? You're tired and you want to sleep.)

And so, here you sit, your legs half-tangled in your weighted fleece blanket as you glare at your door and hope that your unwanted visitor is telepathic and gets the message that you want them to leave. Scram! you think. You raise your voice in your head. Get out of here. Shoo! Begone!

…They knock again. (Kind of a dick move if they can read minds.)

The groan you let out is obnoxiously loud and is most definitely heard by whoever is on the other side of the door. You hoist yourself to your feet and trudge to the door, but you don't open it quite yet. Judging by the fact that this person has yet to say anything, you figure that they're old enough to know when their presence is not welcome and left.

Wrong. You're too optimistic. They knock again.

You sigh and once again, hope that the sound carries through the door. "Who is it?" You try to make yourself sound as unfriendly as possible. Considering how cranky you are, you don't have to try very hard.

"Trick-or-treat..?" The voice on the other side is muffled by the door, but also by something else. Fabric, probably. All you know is that their voice is deep enough to be an adult's.

You click your tongue. "Trick." You almost snicker. It's a little refreshing not doling out treats for once. "Go home."

"Can I at least give you a treat?" The person asks.

You blink. They didn't leave? "Pretty sure that's not how it works," you reply. "I give you treats and you… I dunno, TP my house or something."

"Yeah, well," the person at the door chuckles, "I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to say 'trick', either. Since you're breaking the rules, it's only fair that it's my turn, right?"

Well… Shit. They have a point.

Impressed by the stranger's reasoning, you hum. "Fine. Let me find my costume." You turn to gather your costume and notice that you can't find the full thing. You were so eager to get to bed that you didn't hesitate to drop the thing in the wash. Not wanting to make the stranger wait too long, you improvise. You blindly grab the mask and the blue throw blanket you have folded up on your couch and tie it around your shoulder like a cape. It's a shitty excuse for a costume, but you reason that your exhaustion is a good excuse. You swing open the door and cross your arms over your chest. "Alright, what do you got for-- Oh."

Standing on the other side of your door is none other than Spider-Man himself. The two of you stand in silence as you take in each other's appearances. Then, after what feels like forever, he speaks. "So… a cape, huh?"

You don't hesitate — you grab your door and swing the thing shut as fast as you can, but Spider-Man is faster, catching the door in his gloved hand. You turn your back to him. The mask is obscuring his face, but you already know what expression he has underneath. "Don't say a word." You warn him.

Spider-Man pays you no mind. You can feel him lifting your 'cape' as he inspects it. "Hmm… capes are kinda aerodynamic, but considering how dirty my enemies fight, I don't think that's a very good design choice." You can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice. "I'll give it a five out of ten."

"I said shut it!" You snatch your blanket out of his hands and march further into your apartment with Spider-Man's laughter following at your back. He walks inside and the door shuts behind the two of you. "Get the fuck out, webhead," you seethe. Your voice trembles with shame. "I didn't invite you in."

Spider-Man just walks around you to look you in the eye. "Come now, lovebug," he tilts your chin up with a finger, "you look cute wearing my mask."

You grumble and push his hand away as you struggle for words. You want to say something like, "this isn't what it looks like!" to try and save face, but there's no point in trying. This is exactly what it looks like.

Because the mask you'd been wearing for Halloween -- and the mask you haphazardly thrown on moments ago -- was none other than Spider-Man's mask.

To be fair, these things were a dime a dozen. The people of this city adore the vigilante. It was only natural that kids and adults alike would want to pretend to be him for a day, even if they had no powers like him. You're not exactly one of those people — you've seen firsthand just how brutal Spider-Man's job can be. You wouldn't trade your life for his even if you were offered money. But as you stared at the costume while shopping, you couldn't help yourself. There were obviously cooler, much more interesting costumes to choose from but this one just… called to you.

Hindsight is 20/20, after all. You should've ignored that calling.

Spider-Man takes your chin in his fingers and shakes your head side to side. "I never knew you liked me so much, lovebug. I'm touched."

You scoff. "Don't be."

"Y'know, if you wanted to wear my mask so badly, you could've just asked." Spider-Man leans in and presses a clothed kiss to your cheek. You consider yourself lucky; he can't possibly feel the burn of your cheeks through all that fabric.

You stammer. "Ha-ha. Very funny."

"What? I'm sure I have a back up somewhere." He eyes you for a moment. "You'd look good in it."

Against your will, you wonder if he's saying that he wants you to wear his clothes. Would he ever actually loan you clothes that he's worn? The thought makes your face burn hotter. "Why are you here?" You ask. Anything to change the topic.

Spider-Man chuckles, but plays along. "I haven't swung by in a few days," he says, "so I figured I'd try and surprise you as a trick-or-treater." He shrugs. "I wanted to do some reverse psychology thing where I could trick you into thinking I was just some guy in a costume so you would give me candy."

You process his words for a second. "Okay, first of all, you already are a guy in a costume."

He visibly deflates and places a hand over his chest. "Ouch, lovebug. What if you hurt my feelings?"

"Second of all," you continue, "do you have any idea how many Spider-Men I've seen today?"

"...Is that a serious question?"

"Don't be a smart ass."

"I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess twelve."

You pause. You actually aren't even sure if that's the right number or not. You lost count after three hours of giving out candy to cute kids.

"Am I right?" He asks.

"Who knows?"

Spider-Man huffs. "If there's that many of us around, then what am I even here for?" You giggle at his petulant behavior, and he makes another breathy sound, reminiscent of a stifled laugh. "Did you treat them the same way you treat me?"

"What?" His question takes you off-guard for a moment. You chortle. "Oh, definitely."

"You gave them band-aids and kicked them out, too?"

"Mhm." You cross your arms. "Just slapped a few on some pretend wounds and told them to get the fuck off my property."

The two of you laugh together for a moment. Once the laughter dies down, Spider-Man tugs at your cheek for a brief second. You let him get away with it for now. "You're so cute." He sighs and you can hear something somber enter his tone. "I was worried about you. It's been a week since I've seen you."

It has been a week, hasn't it? You may have been swamped with work at the hospital, but there was never a night that you didn't find yourself waiting on your balcony like an idiot in this chilly weather. You had faith that he was okay — the Daily Bugle printed something new about the "masked menace" every day this past week — but that didn't stop you from longing for his presence. Stories can't compare to the real thing, after all. You're far more taken with the masked vigilante than you'd care to admit to yourself.

You hum. "About time someone else did the worrying for once," you mumble jokingly. "It gets tiring worrying all by myself."

Spider-Man stays quiet. "I've been okay. A little worse for the wear for the past two days, but okay otherwise."

You reach for him instinctively. "Lingering pain isn't like you," you say, already in doctor-mode, "did something happen?"

"No, not like that. I've just been… sad. I guess." His confession is soft as he takes your outstretched hands in his own. He's been more vulnerable around you lately and you're not sure if that's good or bad. "It's been a rough couple of days, that's all."

You rack your brain. What could possibly be paining him that you don't know of? He's already told you that he tells you everything (within reason), so maybe it's something that you already know of? You furrow your brows as you dive deeper into your memory. Deeper, deeper… until you happen across a memory from just about a year ago.

The kiss you shared on your balcony close to midnight.

"Oh my God." You voice your incredulity aloud. "Oh my God! I missed your birthday!"

Spider-Man straightens his posture as he inhales sharply.

How could you have forgotten? He confessed to you on his birthday last year that you were the only person he had left in his life since he hated his birthday so much. October 29th was such a painful day for him — to think that you didn't stop for a second to wonder if he was okay that day. It's not like you would've been able to contact him of course, but what if he swung by after you'd fallen asleep? You should've at least left him a note or something.

"Don't beat yourself up over it, lovebug." The confidence is starting to bleed out of him, you notice. Spider-Man walks over to your couch and sits on the floor in front of it. "I'll be okay. It's not like I was going to celebrate or anything."

You move to the couch and adjust yourself so that the vigilante is between your legs. You two often assume this position when you're finished patching him up and too tired to goof around until he leaves. You would place your hands on his head and press your fingers into the fabric of his mask. Spider-Man told you once that the action was soothing, but you have yet to admit to him that it's your way of trying to conjure up an image of what his hair must look like underneath.

Like always, he gets himself into position, draping his arms across your legs. This time, however, he's looking up at you. You're not sure what expression he might be wearing.

"I wasn't saying that we should've celebrated," you say softly. "I'm just upset that you had to be alone. Are you sure you're okay?" You ask as you massage your fingers across the crown of his head.

He hums. "I am now. I promise."

"If you're ever feeling down, you know you can come and see me." Your words surprise the both of you, but you don't regret them at all. He always seems to be around when you need his company the most, so why shouldn't you do the same for him? Who else would? your mind unhelpfully supplies. "I may not be the best company in the world, but at least you won't be alone, right?"

Spider-Man moves so that he's on his knees facing you. He's so close to your face like this; you inch backwards to preserve your sanity. "You're the only company I need." He says it with so much conviction that you shiver. "But does this mean I'm getting special treatment?"

"What--? You mean from the other Spider-Men?" When he nods, you snort. "Yeah, I guess you do get V.I.P privileges. You get extra treats unlike everyone else."

"Extra?" He tilts his head. "But you haven't given me any candy at all."

You raise a brow. "All that's left is the candy I'm hoarding for myself. And before you ask, no, I'm not sharing any. Why don't you try actually trick-or-treating? People would probably give the city hero the best of the best."

He sinks a little lower, seeming defeated. "...Would you believe me if I said I tried that already?"

"Did it work?"

He's silent.

"...It didn't work, did it?"

"...No. They thought I was just some superfan."

Peals of laughter burst out of you at his admission. "So this is how they repay you, huh?" You say between giggles. "No faith and no candy? That's rough, buddy." You get the distinct impression that he's glaring at you, but that only makes you laugh harder.

Fed up with your insistence on laughing at his misfortune, Spider-Man taps your leg. "Since I get special treatment from you, can I ask for a few wishes?"

You wipe a stray tear from your eye. "I'm dressed as a superhero, not a magic genie."

"Please?"

"Fine, fine." You finally catch your breath. "You get two wishes.

"Not three?"

"I'm not a genie. Don't push it."

Spider-Man puts his hands up in defense. "Alright, two it is. The first is… let me stay with you for the rest of the night."

You shrug. Wouldn't be the first time. He's usually gone by the time you wake up, anyhow. "Granted. Next one's your last — make it count, bug boy."

Spider-Man doesn't react to your nickname. Instead, he just stares at you. A familiar sensation tickles up your spine. He's watching you; you know that stare all too well. "I think you know what I'm going to ask for next." His voice is deeper, smoother than it was mere moments ago.

You nod and he eases himself closer to you. You feel your heart pick up an unsteady rhythm and rather than kiss him normally, you lean in close and press your masked lips to his. He makes a surprised noise before he laughs and melts into the "kiss" all the same. When you pull away, he's still laughing. A very welcome change from the bitter smile you're sure he was wearing when talking about his birthday. "Consider that a freebie," you mutter.

"You're too kind," he chuckles.

Soon, your fingers come to the base of his mask to raise it just above his lips when he suddenly stops you. He reaches for your face and you feel something tug at the base of your neck. Somehow, you completely forgot you were wearing that stupid mask. "It's kinda funny," he half-laughs, "having to unmask you for once."

"You... You can't tell anyone about my identity, okay?" You tease.

Spider-Man rolls your mask up just enough to expose your lips and you do the same to him. Neither of you are sure who leaned in first, but you meet in the middle in a kiss that has fireworks bursting behind your lids. The two of you are greedy, pouring a week's worth of longing into the kiss. The mutual yearning is palpable, so much so that you can hear his breath hitch when you sigh. He rises to the couch slowly and without breaking the kiss, doing his best not to part from you for even a second.

You missed him. Oh, how you missed him — you missed how he would wrap a strong arm around your waist and pull you closer like it was nothing; how he would whisper his adoration for you between breaths; how he would chase after your lips whenever you would tease him with barely-there kisses. You missed the exhilaration, the thrill of knowing that you were the only one Spider-Man would ever treat this way. That you were his and he was yours.

He moves from your lips to your jaw, trailing kisses up to your ear and down to your neck. His pace is unhurried, though he seems eager to pull a reaction out of you. You give him what he wants whether you intend to or not. You press yourself closer to him in a silent request for more and he indulges you; his kisses become little nips, and the nips turn to bites as he starts to leave marks on your neck. He eases you back so that you're laying on your couch and he's hovering over you. The two of you stare at each other for a moment.

"Can I use my next wish?" His voice is rough. When you nod, he leans in once more. His uncovered lips brush against your ear as he whispers. "Let me give you a treat."

Something foreign yet familiar makes you shudder as you nod.

Spider-Man attacks your neck once again. Clearly he was holding himself back earlier, because every mark he leaves stings. He makes them dark and obvious, completely disregarding any warnings you may have given him on other days. You normally would tell him to ease up, to hide the marks that he so desperately wanted to leave on you. But now you let him do as he pleases. You gave him an inch and as expected, he took the mile. He soothes each one with a kiss and muffles your whimpers with his lips.

It takes a while before he's satisfied with his handiwork. Kazuha raises himself up with a shaky breath. Your wrists are in his hands and pinned against the couch. Looking down at you now, all flushed absolutely covered in his marks, he feels something uncontrollable stir within him. He has half a mind to tell you to close your eyes so he can take his mask off, but he refrains.

That's all he ever does when it comes to you. You, the greatest test of his endurance that he will ever encounter in his lifetime. No supervillain with any amount of underground connections or otherworldly technology will ever test his patience and restraint quite like you. For years, Kazuha has weighed the pros and cons of telling you who he is. He always wonders if you would still allow this, if you would still treat him like a lover if you knew who he was — if you knew that he's been lying to you. Though your reaction may not be guaranteed, it's a risk he's more than willing to take.

But he doesn't. Not tonight. Maybe another day when the time is right.

For now, Kazuha releases your wrists and sits himself up. He fixes his mask while you take yours off. You sit up and he watches as you ghost your fingers over each of your fresh hickies. You wince a little when you brush the one on the left side of your collarbone, above your heart. The silence that hangs in the air is evident, but not uncomfortable.

Then, you mutter. "I was supposed to give you a treat."

Kazuha reaches out and touches a hickey left on your pulse point. A sensitive spot for you – you shudder in response. He admires the lingering haze in your eyss. "You did. Thank you, lovebug."

✧ my goodness. @perpetualcynicism look at what you've done. you've reawakened a monster in me.

✧ edit: btw, the dividers belong to @cafekitsune!! thanks so much for making such beautiful dividers!

[grison-in-space]

I'm honestly very confused why people on Tumblr seem to think that abstaining from voting and allowing Trump to win is better for some instead of worse for everyone except billionaires. Like ok, the dude literally says that he's going to accelerate the ongoing genocide, repeal LGBTQ+ rights, and basically set the US under a dictatorship among other atrocities. How is voting for the average democrat not harm reduction in comparison. I'm just scrolling through the comments and replies on that post trying to wrap my head around it. People are acting like a revolution is the only way of achieving harm reduction and its like no, a revolution is the goal and in the meantime we still have to deal with the current presidential campaign because we literally have a month and unless you can overthrow the government in that time frame, Trump will win if users don't vote. I don't even think that they're bots or astroturfing or anything because I recognize a lot of usernames, I'm just trying to understand their perspective. A larger chance of less genocide over the course of four years is not better than no genocide, no, but it's better than a guarantee of more genocide. Especially when the other option is a tiny, minuscule chance of no genocide in the future (and given that we can still vote, Trump will make sure that Palestinians no longer exist at the end of his term).

I'm honestly just fucking done with seeking understanding right now. It's very funny, because the whining about shaming over not voting is actually making me a lot more inclined to lose respect for people who deliberately choose not to vote than just letting it go would be.

I get that the focus on voting leading up to (particularly presidential) elections can be obnoxious. I also get that it can be discouraging when your slate of realistic political candidates is...limited, to say the least, and when you are playing with one hell of a stacked deck. I spent eight years in Texas, okay? And I am also mildly irritated and impatient about the level of "heeeeeey, have you made a plan to vote yet?" stuff going around, because of fucking course I have, can we think about anything else for a second?

And yet.

Voting is a hassle and it's annoying and sometimes I have a hard time finding candidates I respect. And it's my fucking civic duty to show up and pick the best person available for the job anyway. Sometimes I cuss as I try to find the polling place. Sometimes I make a plan and sometimes I go "oh shit oh shit" and I scramble. I am a human person. I also think it is very important to focus on other things, too, which is why I do those when I am not focusing on voting.

But get out the vote efforts have to be pervasive and loud and hard to ignore. They're trying to reach the most flaky, mercurial, forgetful ADHD motherfuckers on the ground and get those folks to the polls on time. They're trying to reach people whose lives are exploding around them and get them to the polls, where their vote might let someone who actually wants to help do something about it. They're trying to change the system that exists in front of us using the most tractable levers currently existing on the ground.

So frankly? When the GOTV shit annoys me and I can't deal with it for a second? I remind myself it's not about me, and I go curl up with a book. If it's not about me, it's not about me. I always make a voting plan, I find my station and I usually go early on a time when I have some space to wait, and I thank my poll workers and smile at them and then I feel good about myself for twenty minutes before I go about the rest of my day. So I can say that to the GOTV people and they go away and find someone else to hassle. It's fine! It's fine. The world doesn't have to be about me.

I feel like that is not that goddamn hard to do, but you'd never know it from the way some people complain.

[eras-mus]

Hello ! I'm the (old ?) Anon of Ace x hate people!reader. And I wanted to say that it was great, like the writing >>

Anygays, I'm not here for that, I'm here for another ask (who would have guessed it ?)

A Wallace Well!male or gn reader meeting for the first time a Diasomnia boy (you can choose the one).

Ignore it if you don't want to write it.

-Grimy

I'm not a Scott Pilgrim fan so I'm sorry if the personality isn't right :(

‡Diasomnia x Wallace Well! GN! Reader‡

I tried writing in second person

Written with a male reader in mind

Sorry this took me a while!

Should I do more fics like this?

†Sebek Zigvolt

he hates you-

But he loves you?

He thinks your rude, obnoxious, and unfunny

Okay, he thinks your funny

But you will never catch him laughing at your jokes

Will tell you to stop gossiping

Please don't drink around him

This is for your sake, he'll start yelling at you

He refuses to use your credit card, even if you tell him you don't care

Doesn't understand why you let your friends spend all of your money

-

The two of you were walking to class together, he had gotten off duty early this morning because, according to Lila, "Your suffocating this entire dorm and your only guarding Malleus".

So there he was, walking down the hall with you trying to find the words to tell you his thoughts but only managing to be a stuttering mess.

"You like me don't you"

"EH- HOW DID YOU KNOW!"

-

†Silver

He likes sharing a bed with you, nothing inappropriate, just sleeping

He thinks your warm and nice to cuddle with

Honestly, he probably knew he loved you because you are so willing to let him fall asleep in your bed, even before you were dating

He doesn't really care if you drink around him, just don't get drunk

Loves you since of humor but he won't burst out laughing

Loves spending nights at your dorm

Lilia gets on his ass about it (in the teasing way)

Hates you spending money on him

He's such a gentleman

You the only reason he knows the drama at school

-

"Silver! There you are, I was so worried"

"Fa- Lilia! What happened?"

"You didn't come home! Are you okay? Did you fall asleep and get lock in one of the classrooms again?"

"No! I was just in y/n's dorm."

"Of course you were, I should've just guessed"

"WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?"

"Aren't you two dating?"

-

†Lilia Vanrouge

Finds you super funny

You try to convince him to grow his hair out

He would either hate you drinking or drink with you

"You youngsters and your jokes"

Will be your sugar daddy instead of the other way around

Made it super obvious when he took an interest in you

You remind him of the youth he wishes he had

loves gossiping with you

Malleus wasn't sure about you at first

-

"Are you sure about this child of man?"

"It's not like they can kill me"

"They might hurt you :/"

"I went through a gruesome war, they're not going to hurt me"

-

†Malleus Draconia

Doesn't understand all of you jokes

Thinks your funny when he understands

He loves it when you invite him out

Please send him a card when you do so

He will collect all of them

Your the only reason he ever knows what's going on

If Lilia was a good sugar daddy, he's the best

He's confused about how you talk to you friends

-

"Can you believe Ace ever had a girlfriend" You said to Deuce, whispering loud enough for Ace to hear you.

"I can see why she broke up with him"

"I can see why he hasn't had one since"

Ace eventually started yelling at you and Deuce, while y'all laughed, Malleus just sat there trying to figure out how it was funny.

[genshin-obsessed]

Can you imagine Itto, Thoma, and Gorou getting talked down on and their s/o just sucker punches the unfortunate soul?

♢ omg i've been wanting to do something like this for a while! like where the reader gets into a fight and they try to stop you! thank you for the request anon!! ^w^ ima have fun w this one ♢ husbands included: Itto, Thoma, Gorou ♢ extra: this probably gets worse toward the end, I refused to go to bed without finishing this and I'm so tired rn ;w;

You weren't one to pick fights with just anyone- you were quite the pacifist, actually. You avoided fights as much as you could, even if you were dealing with a heckler. Deciding that it would be better to ignore them than to get into a fight, you would ignore the worst of insults.

However, you were a pacifist, not a coward. There were a lot of people who would get those mixed up.

♢ Arataki Itto ♢

"I-I wouldn't say I'm an idiot!" Itto laughed at the random woman insulting him, even though he was actually quite offended by her words. But he was a bigger man and she kinda looked like a tiny, frail woman. If he argued with her, people would surely turn on him.

"You're so annoying! Always running around in the streets, playing that stupid game of yours!" She yelled, her face slowly turning red. Itto awkwardly looked around to see the small crowd forming and his smile began to wither slowly. He needed to leave.

"Uh, ok, ok, I'll leave. Just stop yelling." He said, holding his hands up in surrender, still doing his best to keep that smile up.

"Don't touch me!"

"I didn't try to." He replied, taking a step back to give her room. You'd actually heard the entire exchange before you saw it, that's how loud she was. You pushed through the small crowd and put yourself between Itto and the woman.

"Listen, lady. You need to leave." You stated, your tone leaving little room for argument. But the woman tried regardless.

"Tell that idiot boyfriend of yours to start acting like an adult! I don't appreciate his stupidity!"

"I don't appreciate the way you're speaking to my boyfriend." You replied, crossing your arms. She was being extremely disrespectful and you were slowly becoming tired of her.

"Excuse me?"

"Leave him alone. You're starting conflict for no reason. No one else is bothered by him- just you." You replied, feeling the anger slowly building up with each word the woman spat.

"Well they're all stupid! Clearly, they're used to this buffoon doing whatever he wants! Like a child!" She said, her eyes shooting to Itto, who frowned and looked away.

"Come on, (y/n)..." he mumbled as he turned away. Normally, you'd leave with him but you had rarely seen Itto this upset.

"Apologize." You said, looking at the woman, however, since Itto wasn't looking at you, he thought you were talking to him. So, he slowly turned around and looked at the woman.

"Um, I'm so-"

"Not you. Her." Itto's eyes widened at your strict tone, realizing what you were insinuating.

"Huh? He was the one being obnoxious! Why would I apologize?" She asked, with a loud scoff.

"Apologize." You repeated, but your tone was lower... threatening. The woman was taken aback but chose to glare at you and scoff as a reply.

"Screw you. Both of you! He's just a stupid, obnoxious oni! Who knows what he's up to! He could hurt us like those stupid blue ones!"

"Hmph." Without a second thought, you took one step forward and punched her right in the face. The woman immediately hit the ground and laid there, unable to move for a bit. Her eyes widened as she looked up at you, holding her jaw that ached so badly.

"(Y/n!)" Itto yelled, immediately wrapping his arms around you in an attempt to restrain, though you had no intentions to hit her again.

"Do not ever speak about Itto like that again." You growled.

"W-we need to go!" Itto said as he quickly pulled you away.

---

The two of you walked in silence for a few minutes before you spoke up.

"I don't think I did anything wrong."

"I mean... you did hit her."

"She hurt your feelings." Itto didn't deny your words and just looked at you, a very small smile gracing his face.

"Thank you..."

Safe to say that woman NEVER even looked at Itto again.

♢ Thoma ♢

Thoma was a very sweet man who looked to help whoever needed it. He was kind, understanding, helpful, and quite talented in taking care of people. He just had this sweet, comforting air about him. So, it was very shocking when Thoma came across someone who... hated him. Thoma was used to rude people, but this guy was just crazy.

"You! Get the hell away from my woman!" A man yelled, pulling his supposed woman behind him. Thoma was extremely confused at first, not even realizing the man was talking to him.

"Huh? Me?" The man growled in response, as if offended that Thoma lack of understanding his own transgression.

"Yeah! I saw you ogling my woman!" He insisted, making Thoma shake his head slowly.

"Um, no, I wasn't. I was talking with my partner here." Thoma said as he gestured to you. "This is my romantic partner and I'm 100% dedicated to them."

"Yeah, well my woman said you were looking at her inappropriately. Are you calling her a liar?" The man asked, crossing his arms. Thoma stared before nodding.

"Yes. Because I wasn't looking at her." He said simply, which only made the man angrier. The woman behind him scoffed and covered herself as if Thoma was gawking at her. You were standing there quietly, watching the man and woman extremely closely. You knew they were lying, but you wanted to see how far they would take it.

"How dare you?!" The man pulled his fist back to swing and Thoma was ready, but before either could make a full move, you swiftly kicked the man in the chest, sending him into the woman who stood behind them; both falling to the ground with heavy thuds.

"Don't accuse my boyfriend of doing something he didn't do." You said, staring down at both of them with a threatening stare.

"(Y-y/n)," Thoma stuttered as he quickly grabbed your arm to pull you back in the event you continued your assault. However, you were done. Just that one move was enough to send a message to both of them. "We should leave."

---

You didn't reply as you walked away with Thoma right by your side. The walk back was silent and Thoma wasn't sure what to say.

"Are you ok?" He asked, looking down at you.

"Are you ok?" You countered, making him sigh and nod.

"Yes... thank you. You didn't have to do that."

"Yes I did. I couldn't allow those two to insult and falsely accuse you. No one can do that." Thoma couldn't help but smile at your words. It felt nice to be protected. Really nice.

Best believe those two never bothered him or you again.

♢ Gorou ♢

Gorou wasn't really used to people always talking back to him. He was a general after all, any orders he gave out were usually taken and completed with little to no complaint. It especially wasn't normal for someone to just insult Gorou and NOT face a type of punishment.

But regular life wasn't like a military force. If someone didn't like Gorou, he couldn't just make them do physical activity. He just had to take it, even if he didn't like.

You and Gorou were just taking a walk through Inazuma city, talking about an upcoming date when you saw a stick fly by Gorou's head. He swiftly dodged it and looked toward where it came from. There stood two men, smirking at you two.

"Fetch." One of them said before the two burst out laughing. Gorou's hand tightened around yours and he let out a scoff before turning away.

"Let's go." He mumbled as he turned to walk the other way, but the hecklers called out to him.

"You're not leaving already, are you?" The man followed slowly, knowing that you and Gorou would stop at his words. "Come on, general Gorou."

Gorou just sighed and kept walking, but the two troublemakers weren't done. They followed you two, just throwing annoying phrases and insults your way.

"Gorou-"

"No," he said, interrupting you, "it's fine. We just need to ignore them." You could tell Gorou was upset, but he couldn't just go attacking people and abuse his rank like that. He'd probably end up facing so many issues just because he chose to fight them.

"General! Do you bark?"

That was where you drew the line. You came to an abrupt stop, yanked your hand away from Gorou and stomped back toward the two men. They didn't seem bothered in the least as you walked over to them with Gorou chasing behind you.

With no hesitation, you kicked the tallest one and when he bent down a bit instictively, you took your chance to punch him. He fell over, unconscious. Before his friend could run away, kicked him right in the chest, sending him to the ground.

"If you bark for me, I'll stop hitting you." You said to the one who wasn't unconscious. He stared up in terror as you stalked closer, making him crawl back as fast as his body would let him.

Before your wrath could go any further, Gorou immediately wrapped his arms around you to restrain you and pulled you away.

"No! Don't hurt them!" As much as Gorou wanted to do that, he knew it was wrong. However, deep down inside, he felt so happy when you took them down in seconds.

---

"They deserved it, Gorou." You reminded as the two of you were walking back to your home. He was silent the entire time, probably still thinking about those awful comments made to him.

"I know... thank you..." he said quietly as he took your hand, squeezing it tightly. Very tightly. You knew their words really upset Gorou but he was happy to have someone like you at his side. Someone who wouldn't let the world talk down to him, no matter what.

[queentheweeb]

Lo'ak X Male Omaticaya Reader

A/N: any one shots I make with the Sully kids being with Omaticaya it's because I made the sky people come back years later when they're well into adulthood

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You were working on the finishing touches of a necklace to give to Lo'ak. You've been in love with the boy turned-to man for who knows how long and you swear to Eywa everyone knows it but, his dense ass. He needed to choose you already, you've chosen him and you need it to be returned back. You weren't sure what you would do if the feelings were not mutual. You just might crawl into a hole and die.

"Y/N, get your head out of your ass and come here!" You stuffed the necklace back under your mats and exited your pod to glare at your friend. He was always so loud and obnoxious and you do love him but, not right now when you were trying to finish Lo'aks necklace.

"I was busy Tulsen! What do you want?" You exited your pod and climbed halfway down to the next pod to give the boy a stink eye. He rolled his eyes and grabbed your wrist tugging you along. 

"Me and the others are going hunting and I was just thinking about you." You grinned at him patting down to make sure you had your knife and bow you always carried with you.

"Don't hurt yourself now." He shoved you playfully making you grin at him. The two of you descended down holding a conversation about what you will be hunting today when you bumped into Neteyam. You waved excitedly at him, proud of the young man he had become. He would make the perfect Olo'eyktan but, you were more proud of Lo'ak. Always will be more proud of your favorite person in the whole forest. 

"Oel ngati kameie Teyam!" After greeting him you pulled him in for a hug that he returned. You got along with the Sullys, going to their dinners, flying and hunting with them, and just talking with them. 

"Where are the two of you off to?" He had a hand on your shoulder while addressing the two of you and Tulsen beat you to it

"We are going to hunt and with due respect we have to go like right now." Tulsen started pulling you harshly making you frown at him. Why was he in such a rush all of a sudden? You turned back to Neteyam who was staring at Tulsen with an unreadable expression. 

"Will Lo'ak be busy later on? It's a small hunt and it's early." You desperately wanted to spend time with him. He brought you peace like no one ever can and you saw him for him, you loved everything about him.

"No he will not, I will tell him to see you this evening." You nodded satisfied and let out a yelp when Tulsen tugged you extra hard making you hiss at him. 

"What is your problem? You have never been this pushy or harsh." You used your free hand to grab his shoulder and force him to turn to you. His jaw was clenched as he stared down at you using his height to his advantage and it was just making you mad at this point. 

"All you ever worry about is Toruk Makto and his family. When are you going to open your eyes and see what's around you?" You blinked, anger turned to confusion. Now he was just talking out of his ass and you were so confused and feeling defensive of the family you love.

"Why should it bother you that I care about them? Of course, I can see around me and see all the other people around me but, I care about them you know this." He knew that you had a crush on Lo'ak as well so you didn't understand where all of this animosity for the family was coming from. 

"You're so worried about them seeing you, that you don't even notice the ones who've   always seen you." Now you were just floored as Tulsen turned on his heel and walked ahead of you. You blinked before walking to catch up with him, it wasn't hard and when you did catch up with him he was determinedly not looking at you. You didn't like when he ignored you. 

"So, you're just going to ignore me just like that? Not, going to tell me what all of that was about? So, I can try and understand what exactly I did wrong?" When he chose not to say anything, you hissed in frustration opting to let him wallow in whatever his problem was. You'll get it out of him sooner or later. The two of you made it to the hunting party and you went in separate directions not in the mood to deal with him. Of course, Jake was here and that little bit of happiness made you feel better. You liked Jake for many reasons, he was strong, brave, tactical, determined, goofy, and most of all he made Lo'ak. 

"Y/N, on me." You perked up going to stand next to him where he pointed for you to be. "You're hunting with me today, the rest of you group up and have each other's back." He gave a few more instructions before everyone went their separate ways. You liked when it was just the two of you, you felt you did better plus if you messed up it was okay, he wasn't harsh. Those mess-ups were rare though. The two of you walked further and that's when he broke the silence "Tell me how have you been? It's been a while since we talked." You went into explanations of stuff you've been up to and even told him about the weird interaction with Tulsen.

"Tulsen is mad at me for a reason I don't understand. He told me I am too busy chasing after someone who doesn't see me, that I am ignoring the ones who do see me. I don't understand why he was so angry and he refused to have a conversation with me." You huffed, having felt better to let it out, even if it was to your Olo'eyktan. 

"Well, that's because he's in love with you." That had you tripping over a root, face-planting into moss. You got up and looked up into the amused eyes of Toruk Makto

"Toruk Makto, Olo'eyktan of the Omaticaya, be so for real right now? How can he do that? Why? All of my friends including him know I am in love with Lo'ak and have been for years! I even told them I was making a courting necklace for him and-" You stopped yourself short realizing what you just confessed in front of the man. When you looked up thought instead of anger or disappointment, you saw a shit-eating grin and a twinkle in his eyes.

"Took you long enough to admit it. You're all he talks about and honestly? I thought the two of you would have been together by now." Your dropped jaw slowly opened and closed as you found words to say 

"You're not angry? Disappointed? Wouldn't you want someone of better status-" Your doubts were smooshed out by his heavy hand landing on top of your head with a laugh 

"Slow down and breathe kid. I'm not upset or angry. Honestly, I couldn't pick a better choice for him. You complete him in ways that he doesn't even understand yet. You're one of the best hunters, you're a skilled weaver and jewelry maker. Plus my mate and all of my children adore you. You're perfect in my book." You blinked speechless, feeling happy tears come to your eyes. You started blubbering.

"That means so much coming from you. Lo'ak looks up to you so much and loves you more than anything on Pandora. This feels so good knowing I have your approval." You felt the man gently rub your head and pull you in for a brief hug before letting you go.

"Lo'ak is home right now, alone. You're not far from your pod so go to him and confess. Everything is going to be fine, we'll go hunting tomorrow." You couldn't believe your luck and with one more thank you and a firm squeeze of his arm you were off like lightning, your heart beating erratically in your chest. You were running high on adrenaline and excitement so you made it to your pod in record time, putting down your hunting gear and bow, just keeping the knife you always carried with you, and went to grab the necklace. 

"Eywa please." You whispered a quick prayer and then made your way through the trees to Lo'ak's home. Being the Olo'eyktan's son he had a big pod with a privacy door. Taking a deep breath you knocked on the door gently shuffling side to side waiting for him to open the door. When he did, you found yourself blinking up at him. He got his father's height and now he was as tall as Tulsen. 

"Ah, Y/N! I thought you went hunting? Everything alright?" Without you saying anything he grabbed your hand and tugged you in closing the door behind you. You took a deep breath and decided to just get it over with before you lost all your nerves.

"I made you something." You grabbed the necklace and showed it to him, placing it in his open palm as you started talking rapidly. "It's a courting necklace, I, uh, was making it a while for you and I thought well you know... if we can date? I can court you, of course, if you don't want to that's okay-" Your nervous ramblings were cut off by the press of lips against yours. You made a noise but, fell into the warmth of his lips pressed against yours as your tail swayed gently behind you.

"Mawey, Y/N, mawey." You took a deep steadying breath, your now open eyes never leaving his as he smiled gently down at you, using his thumbs to rub smoothly across your cheeks. When he saw you calmed down he pulled away to swiftly place the necklace around his neck. He leaned back down this time with a hand on your hip and his other hand on the back of your neck to pull you in closer to him "I accept your courting." Nothing more was said as he pressed his lips against yours for another kiss, both of your tails intertwining together. You were going to have to thank Jake and tell the good news to your family and the rest of Lo'aks as well.

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What do you guys think of this so?

[olenvasynyt]

ACoEAS bros are heading on a road trip (modern au)

Where is everyone sitting in the vehicle and who is doing the following:

- controlling/fighting for the Aux cord

- navigating (good or badly) for the driver

- asking to pull over at every fast food they pass

- asleep the entire way

- causing chaos for no reason at all

Okay I feel like it would take them ten hours to get in the car because Raivis and Eris are fighting over who is driving lmao. I think they would eventually solve it by saying Eris can drive there and Raivis can drive back. Aatos volunteered to sit in the passanger seat and navigate but he was sent to the middle seat in the center to sit in between Galeti and Elmar. Lucien ends up being the navigator and tries to be bad but it's useless because Eris already knows where he's going anyways. Lucien would point and scream "YOU MISSED THE EXIT YOU DUMBASS" and Eris would ignore him and snap at him to stop messing around. Lucien would also definitely ask to pull over at every fast food they pass lmao.

Galeti and Elmar are fighting over the aux cord, absolutely. Lucien randomly requests a song to be obnoxious ( he would suggest joke songs like Never Gonna Give You Up or something). After a very loud argument about how Galeti's club music sucks, they are banned from the aux and Aatos takes over.

Jora and Raivis are in the back and it's a very awkward situation because Raivis is just silently reading (he is amazingly not getting car sick) and Jora tries to spark a conversation once in a while but fails every time. He gives up and asks Aatos for the aux, and Aatos is nice and lets him play a few songs (Elmar and Galeti protest this of course) (I feel like Jora loves Taylor Swift idk why and Elmar hates her but Galeti is into it) but then Jora falls asleep to Aatos takes the aux back.

The seat arrangements are very different when Raivis is driving lmao. Raivis allows Jora to navigate and Jora is thrillleddddd by this but he was late to tell Raivis to turn onto an exit and Raivis gets pissed and stops the car and makes Jora switch with Elmar (literally pulls over on the side of the freeway and yells as Jora is taking the walk of shame to the back seat) (Elmar is laughing)

Aatos is fucking tired of the trip and his brothers so he sits in the back seat and falls asleep. Eris, also pissed and tired, sits in the back with him. Which leaves Jora, Galeti, and Lucien in the center seats lmao. Galeti and Lucien share similar music tastes and they spand a large amount of time making fun of Jora (with love, but Jora thinks they're picking a fight).

[pseudowho]

*super loud and obnoxious gasp*

OML YOU HAVE ACHIEVED THE GREATEST ACHIEVEMENT (which is to marry a jjk character reincarnation)

Tell me where you found him so I can find me a higuruma there. Or a choso. Or a geto. Or a gojo. Or a todo. Doesn't matter as long as they are a COPY AND PASE of that character. (Unless they're toxic then we will just ignore that even existed)

And if you did not find Mr. Nanami- I MEAN Haitch from this universe, tell me how to teleport to the world of jujutsu sorcerers so I can bag me one of those

Well, my older brother/exactly Toji copy has just got married, so, sorry about that. He's toxic too...sorry.

As for the others...I'll try to will them I to existence, but until then, I'll just write stuff.

I found Mr.Haitch in this Universe, reading and looking like he'd bite anyone who dared approach him in his downtime. I approached. Bit him instead, never let go.

*shrug*

Thoughts and er...prayers, I suppose?

I wish you well in your endeavours...

-- Haitch xxx

[theamityelf]

If you will can u give us more on the Warriors of Hope as Kamukuras??? Especially how Izuru acts w them?? I’ll take anything abt them that you can give

Okay, I'm going to start from the beginning. As far as how they got to be Kamukuras, I'm thinking the school already wanted to use young children, they were scouting Hope's Peak Elementary for kids who could feasibly go missing, and, when they found out about the UDG kids' home situations, they realized they had enough blackmail on their parents that they couldn't object to having their children used for the Kamukura Project.

Masaru would be a lot lower-energy once he's been Kamukurafied. His emotions have been suppressed, after all. He still has inklings of a "sporty" side, but after spending so much time in medical restraints, he only expresses that side of himself when no one is looking. And when he does, it doesn't resemble play at all. Most of the time, he moves slowly and languidly from place to place, his neck slack with boredom, but then when no one's eyes are on him he'll break into a sprint or climb. He makes regular escape attempts. The prospect of escaping the labs is the one thing focusing his energy. He doesn't really have a plan or objective for once he gets out; he just needs to get out. He needs to be where he isn't at anyone else's mercy.

He's hostile to the scientists, but it usually manifests harmlessly; most days, he's more obnoxious than anything. He'll correct people when they're incorrect about even the smallest thing. "You didn't know that, did you?" is pretty much his new catchphrase, as he's often rattling off highly specialized information they didn't ask for. When they do ask him questions, he'll answer in another language just to be inconvenient.

But also, every now and then, he will attack them, if they leave a syringe or scalpel in grabbable range of him. A few of them have been stabbed or slashed in some pretty important arteries. He might have killed some doctors.

His default expression is an angelic grin, because he knows it unsettles them.

Jataro I think would be highly introverted. He'd ignore the scientists more than anything. Most of his interactions with them would be swiping things from their pockets to take apart; his room is filled with disassembled pens and penlights that used to be theirs. Whenever he gets to hold an object in his hands, he feels compelled to strip it down to its base components. If he ever got his hands on a plant, he'd pull the leaves and petals off and generally rip it to tiny pieces. Same for small animals, etc. It's just something he does. He wouldn't say he likes it; he just does it.

He's not nearly as socially-inclined as Masaru. He doesn't talk to the scientists pretty much at all, but he talks out loud to himself a lot. Murmurs, really. Just a vocalized stream of consciousness. Sometimes he talks about the scientists, to himself, but he doesn't answer when they speak to him. He doesn't believe there's a point. He's nothing to them, after all. No matter what he says to them, they'll hurt him if it occurs to them that the project might benefit.

His default expression is blank. Sometimes he laughs, but it's more an energy outlet than an expression of any emotion.

Kotoko is always tense. She often hides. Like Masaru, she lashes out at the scientists, but unlike him, her goal is to cause them as much suffering as possible. She's not targeting the circulatory system; she's targeting the nervous system. She's breaking expensive equipment in expensive ways. Like Jataro's destructive streak except, again, her goal is to have as many unpleasant consequences for her captors as possible.

She is no longer triggered by the same word as before; now she is triggered by her old name.

Her default expression is just a haunting Kubrick stare.

Nagisa is pretty much exactly what they were trying to make. He answers their questions completely, truthfully, and clearly. If they ask him to kill someone, he'll do it. He has completely bought into the established power dynamic in which he is a tool. He is calm, emotionless, and excellent.

His default expression is normal, because he's learned how to do that.

And Monaca imitates. She copies the speech patterns and facial expressions of the scientists when she's with them, and does the same with her fellow Lil Kamukuras when she's with them. She's similar to Makoto, as far as being more focused on understanding others than being a person herself, but she doesn't reach the conclusion that things must matter because someone else cares; she feels they're all wrong to care about such pointless things.

The Lil Kamukuras all like each other well enough. In fact, they're quite attached to each other. The other Lil Kamumuras are the only ones who can get Jataro to eat, the only ones Kotoko won't hide from. They're often placed in the same room to observe what they'll do. They understand each other and get along much better than any of them gets along with the scientists. Except Nagisa; he considers himself a tool, doesn't feel a need to socialize with the other tools, and will not join in any escape attempts.

Monaca doesn't care about escaping in and of itself; she's just mirroring the other Lil Kamukuras.

Mahiru or Izuru is the one to find out about the Junior branch of the program. They go to break it up and free the subjects without the others; Nagito is a bit too chaotic, and there's an unspoken reluctance to involve the younger ones unnecessarily.

When the older Kamukuras free them, killing a lot of scientists in the process, they earn a bit of respect from the kids. Nagisa takes it in stride that the people he was made to serve are dead, so he should obey their killers now. Kotoko and Masaru get in on the killing as soon as the opportunity arrives and so have already fought alongside Izuru and Mahiru by the time they are formally introduced. Monaca goes with the flow as always, and Jataro goes wherever his friends go.

That said, Kotoko doesn't agree to go with them right away. She doesn't want to be locked up in a new place with stronger captors this time.

"If Blue Hair is adamant about going with our predecessors and Pink Hair is adamantly opposed, it means it's impossible for all of us to stay together," Jataro murmurs to himself.

"Do you want me to drag her?" Nagisa asks their predecessors.

"No," Mahiru answers. "We won't force any of you to come."

Izuru makes eye contact with Kotoko. She will have difficulty surviving on her own, and he has thus far had a perfect record of keeping his successors safe and close. He doesn't like leaving her. But if she dislikes being controlled this much, he supposes he can just watch out for her from a distance. He turns away.

And he only walks a few paces before he hears another set of footsteps join the children following him; Kotoko has decided to come after all. She just needed to know she wouldn't be forced to.

Despite the many rooms in Byakuya's mansion, the children share a room. Nagisa follows Izuru around, waiting for orders. Monaca, Masaru, and eventually Kotoko follow Nagito and join in his chaos. And Jataro sometimes secludes himself, sometimes tags along with the other children, and sometimes sticks to Makoto. He's a good listener.

Often, Jataro will just sit down with one of Byakuya's books, systematically tearing every page out of the binding. Nagisa takes to going behind him and mending them, since Izuru doesn't give him any orders except "Go play with your friends," and Mahiru just tells him, "Try to self-actualize." (And if he asks Byakuya, he'll tell him to fix the books.)

Nagito gladly becomes the one who gets the kids clothes, especially since they're constantly growing out of them. They aren't as willing as Makoto is to wear whatever he picks out, which adds an element of challenge, tailoring his choices to their tastes.

Izuru can tell from across the room if someone hasn't brushed their teeth.

"If I get a cavity, I'm qualified to give myself a filling," Masaru says.

"Brush. Now. Or no dessert tomorrow."

"Do you want me to brush his teeth?" Nagisa asks.

"No."

Kotoko finds a stray cat and keeps it in the room she shares with the other kids. She manages to keep it under wraps for about forty-eight hours (down to keeping herself and her friends completely clean of cat hair) before Izuru asks, "Is there an animal in this house?"

Makoto says, "Let her keep him. He's nice," casually revealing to everyone that he knew the whole time.

[tulpar-navguy]

₊ ⊹ ᶻz !! "Hey, Dess speaking." !! ␥

"Hellohowdyhi, people of the internet! Im Dess, or Desmond, whatever, and im the assigned Navigator for the Tulpar ship!!"

"Im just here to talk and have some fun, so yeah! Maybe i'll draw too-"

"A few of the other guys are here too, so say hi to them for me-!"

ADDITION INFO ABOUT DESMOND.

GENERAL

Age : Early 30s, claims that he is in his late 20s.

Ethnicity : Dutch-Indonesian

Sexuality : Greyromantic Demiromantic Asexual

Gender : Trans FtM

Full Name : Athena Desmond

Likes : Watching documentaries about fish/reading books about fish/eating fish/consuming media about fish, doodling around, keeping track of the stars he came across whilst on the Tulpar, music, sleep, cooking (he's ass at it though), video games!, hoarding trash like it's treasure

Dislikes : idk uh very loud n obnoxious people that constantly ignores his boundaries. Idk he just the guy that sorta likes everything man, oh uh yeah he hates jimmy. Well conflicted feelings ig?

PRE-CRASH

Extremely sociable, he's like a combination of Basil and Kel from Omori.

Constantly checks in to see the others' condition, and he helps out with Anya a lot.

Mostly hangs out in the lounge room, playing board games (competitively) when not in the cockpit tracking the ship's route and making sure it doesn't crash into any space debris n stuff.

Gives everyone a lot of gifts! Even Jimmy!

POST-CRASH

Gets a lot more anxious and more easily intimidated. Tries to "help" more by doing what he's ordered to do.

Helps Anya with Curly. When Jimbo and her is not up to the task, Dess will guve him some painkillers.

Avoids getting into fights/needless bickering. And when i mean avoid, he deadass runs into the medbay if things are heating up. Talks with Curly a bit.

Talks with Anya more than Pre-Crash. He's worried about her.

Dont leave him alone with his thoughts.

RELATIONSHIPS

Anya

Dess loves talking to her! Provides a big sister figure throughout the entire duration of the delivery haul, and he just loves spending his free time with her.

He rates Anya a solid 10/10.

Curly

One of his close friends! Curly's the reason why he got into Pony Express in the first place (working on Dess' backstory rn SHHH it'll make sense later). If not Talking to Anya, Dess is usually shown conversing with Curly. Whether it be about life back on Earth, or just casual banter.

Dess also used to have a tiny itty bitty crush on him but it doesn't matter now.

He rates Curly a 9/10.

Swansea

Intimidated by him at first, but Dess loves to hear what Swansea has to say when they talk together! Also he thinks Swansea being a sneakerhead is pretty silly. He's an uncle figure for Dess.

He rates Swansea a 9/10.

Daisuke

Oh, whoozers, what a riot! Dess loves Daisuke's optimism and shenanigans. Talking with the guy is always such a blast, there's no awkward moment between them. Dess also makes a lot of doodles with Daisuke on his free time.

He rates Daisuke a 9/10.

Jimmy

Jimmy, oh Jim... Due to Dess being a part of Curly's friend group back on earth, they're both are also friends, somewhat. Dess thinks he's kinda funny sometimes, but... jeez, he sure is intimidated!

He rates Jimmy a 8/10.

OTHER MAIN BACKGROUND STUFF

Dess, or Desmond is the Navigator Officer in the Tulpar Space Freighter. He mainly works inside the cockpit, steering the ship when Curly and Jimmy is busy (Which is kinda rare). He's about 32-35 years old, and he absolutely LOVES talking with the others! You can usually see him talking to the others, sometimes he's a bit anxious about interacting, though. Sometimes.

He didn't want to be a Navigator in the first place, obviously. He wanted to be a Marine Biologist, or at LEAST an Aquaculturist, but alas, the winds of fate has led him to work for Pony Express.

He's a part of Curly's friend group back on earth, and that obviously extends to being friends with Jimmy. Curly's another reason why he decided to work for Pony Express too-

Anyways! If you talk about him about fish, chances are he'll think you're pretty cool.

FUN FACTS

Dess is Anemic!

Dess has prescription glasses, but he hates wearing them; claims that it's too itchy on the nose.

Posture problems. Slouches a lot.

He has callouses and scars on his left hand, but his right hand is almost untouched. The contrast is crazy.

Wears a wristwatch 24/7.

Daisuke gave him that star thing on his breast pocket.

Indie video game professional- ask him about any indie game, he WILL respond.

Very big fan of Team Fortress 2, ULTRAKILL, UT/DR, Hollow Knight, Nine Sols, Rain World, and indie games.

Has a WII console, NEOGEO mini arcade, FAMICOM, SUPER FAMICOM, 3DS, DS, and gameboy back on Earth.

Dess is multilingual! (Can speak German, Indonesian, Malay, and English! He's trying to learn Russian and Spanish next).

His all time favorite pokemon is Lucario! Always has been, always will be. His favorite starter, on the other hand, is either Poppilo, or Snivy. His favorite eeveelution is Leafeon.

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