#this is a self indulgent post... Im hyper

[sonippep-hohu]

Well,,,,, if I kin Noise and my girlfriend is Noisette, that's just grand! I said when starting this blog that I am the Noise to her Noisette and I firmly believe in that still!! 💥🐭🤍🐰☕ But if my girlfriend is aLSO Peppino!?! 💦 WELL!!! 😏👈 guess I'll just have to smOOCH MORE VIOLENTLY!!! 💢💨

[watermel0ns-dumb-cringe]

Princess and the War Crimes is the silliest working title for a musical/play ive heard today helpe/pos

[sakruisin-thru]

the one where you and daichi finally fall into place pt. 1

featuring: sawamura daichi

genre: smut/fluff (minors dni), post-grad au!, tipsy reader & daichi

warning: pt. 1 slow burn, slight smutty, mutual pining, drinking, partying

word count: 2,053

will link pt 2 here!

(a/n: this is my first fic after a LONG time. i had this partly written in my drafts for the past 3 years but i had such a self indulgent self ship in my mind, so it's hyper specific to a certain point. i started this when i was working in cse research and had hopes of continuing that as a degree and really romanticised meeting someone like this.

im sorry if this isn't for you! i'm open to requests

the club lights and blaring french club mix slightly disorient you and your dance partner, daichi. your tipsy state made the setting around you sway.

you and daichi came to paris for a conference to present the research you guys completed over the past 6 months. you guys had a golden partnership in the lab. your lab advisor put you two together because of how well you guys meshed your computer, math and stats knowledge together. it seemed less that you two were working separately on your project, but worked as a unit and brought out each others creativeness and problem solving skills. your collaboration was so compatible you both made it to this point quickly. 

but the quick progress you made, meant lots of time together; at work, around his people and alone. in the beginning you thought you were crazy when you noticed how his eyes would linger on you when you looked back at your screen or when you had collective lab meetings. but then you guys took your work home and things began to progress. 

soon, the flirting became more obvious, especially to his roommates asahi and sugawara, with whom you became close to as well. daichi soon became someone you trusted and respected and you to him. conversations started straying from work to life goals, to ideologies, to literature, to morality, and more. he took the time to understand you and you found yourself starting to fall for him....just a little bit.

he started making subtle advances like holding your fingers when code was executing or when you hung out with his roommates and friends at a bar or at home, he’d sit so close to you that you felt his breath ghost on your skin when he leaned in to speak something into your ear. on those nights, it wouldn’t be unusual for you to find solace in his lap or in his bed, sharing saliva. but it’d just be that. nothing more nothing less since the idea of relationships with a coworker loomed in your head. he never pushed you anymore and you admired that about him.

but one day it almost got too much; not that he was breaching your boundaries, but you had to be careful about relationships in the work area. you didn’t know what was allowed and didn’t want to ask so soon into your working with each other. you were at daichi’s place catching up on a show you started together, while asahi and suga were out with friends. the night started out with you both on separate ends of the couch, then you got cold and started sharing a blanket. and then he was on top of you, his tongue exploring your mouth, moaning softly as he kissed around your face. daichi’s body was perfectly between your legs, his hands wandering down to your breasts. he gave an experimental squeeze. you squeaked in surprise and he laughed lightly into your kiss. 

you were putty when it came to him, wanting only him to touch you and mold you. but suddenly his hands went to the band of your sweatpants and reality came crashing down. you froze up you were no stranger to physical intimacy, but this man was too important and so was work. he was so attentive to you and your body that he pulled away. he knew. 

“i’m sorry daichi” you whispered, holding his head in your hands, looking up at him.

he placed a kiss in your hair, "don’t have to be sorry for anything,” and he just held you. 

that was 3 months ago. 

now here you both are in paris. you and daichi arrived a week before your supervisors in order to get everything settled and hopefully you both could relax. your feelings were adequately covered for the time being, until.....well....

until the hotel over booked and you and daichi were forced to share a room with only one bed, a couch and a bathroom. the situation was downright laughable. here you are trying to shut down the feelings until you could adequately handle them, but the universe had other plans. 

you both argued on who slept where and settled on sharing the queen sized bed, sleeping on opposite sides of bed. but yet again, the universe had other plans, in the form of booze and tight spaces.

the club lights and blaring club mix disorient you. you swing your hips back and forth to the beat at the bar, feeling confident as you take a shot of liquid courage in your veins. 

you saunter over to your group of friends who are sitting at a booth, swaying your hips in your tight red slip dress. daichi is sitting at the end and you pretend to stumble over your feet and lightly collide into him, making him grab your waist. he pulls you close, almost in his lap and your hands land on his chest as you try and “stabilize” yourself.

“you alright there?” he looks worried, but once he sees your playful eyes he smiles, a little confused. his hands don’t waver from your hips.

“oh yeah i’m fine, i just didn’t see the step leading up.” you smile at him. he chuckles at you rubbing circles into your low back. you wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him, listening to your friends recount various different stories. your friends start talking about dancing and they all couple off and pull you two to the dance floor. 

daichi walks beside you, one arm around your waist and another in his pocket, laughing with your friends. you smiled at them as well as you lowered your arm to wrap around his back.

it’s now or never i guess, you say to yourself. you pull away from daichi, grabbing the hand that lay rest at your hip and spun yourself to face him. daichi looks at you, unsure if he breached your boundaries earlier. but instead he’s met with your devious gaze.

you bring this beautiful man closer to you, swaying your hips to the sensual beat. you swing your arms around his neck and brought your face closer to his. this comes as no surprise to anyone, but daichi knows how to dance. every swing of your hips, he matched. every spin, every step he matched you perfectly. 

as you bring him closer, he came in to chase that distance, eager to feel your lips against his. you decided to pull away slowly. his mouth followed yours, grinding his teeth as he realized what you were doing. mouth agape, he stared at your eyes, plastered with minute betrayal. you covered your face as you stifled your giggle at how upset he looked. time to kick it up a notch. you’ve played this song and dance together so much, why not tease this patient man more?

you turned around to the beat of the music, lightly grinding your hips into him. his hands on your hips tightened. there’s his resolve being tested. you roll your hips experimentally against him one more time and in no time is he’s pressing himself hard and slow into you. his face buried into your neck, hoping and praying that you don’t notice how needy he’s becoming.

but you do. oh yes, how hard (ha) could it be to miss his growing problem. but you decided to mess with him more. you pull away from him, flash him a devilish smirk as you made your way to your friends who were now dancing in a group. they hadn’t noticed your intimate exchange, but it wouldn’t have mattered if they had. you wanted to tease this man for as long as you could tonight.

the booze made it difficult to hold back. he’s been nothing but patient with you all this while, and all you wanted to do was break that impenetrable composure tonight. but daichi wouldn’t, he couldn’t. he respected and loved you so much. until you gave him the full green light, he would never break.

his composure slipped for a minute, when he was grinding against you. he almost moaned in your ear, but he had to hold himself back for you, even though you started it. so when you broke away from where you both were connected, he was almost relieved. he followed you as you walked away, failing to keep his eyes from your ass. 

over the course of the night, your teasing came in waves. daichi had taken to praying to every god outright. drinks were being passed and you were sitting in his lap again. the group started slowing down, and for you and daichi, the night had to end at about 12:30 am since you had to get yourselves together the next day.

you and your friends left in linked arms, daichi on your right and marcella on your left. you leaned into his tall stable frame, grabbing his bicep as marcella stumbled occasionally on the pavement. his grip went to your waist on the third time she tripped

your friends stayed on the same floor, but you both were farther down the hall. bidding everyone good night, you and daichi made the seemingly never ending trek back to your door. heels in your hand, all you could think about was a hot shower and taking the pressure off your feet. thankfully the promised land, your room door, came into view.

daichi opened the door, and let you enter the room first. you stepped in and leaned on the wall of the entry way as you drop your heels on the ground. he comes in after you, and stands right opposite of you as he takes off his shoes.

you both stood there, breathless, looking at each other in the faint yellow light of the entry way. smiling lightly, your gaze traveled down his face. you saw the way his shirt hugged his muscles and his waist, and his thighs so well defined in his pants. 

you looked up to see daichi looking at you, softly but intensely. daichi’s eyes started wavering down your body. your dress accentuated your curvy waist, your breasts, really accentuated your ass, and it drove him mental. he wanted to devour you right there, to take his time with you making sure you experienced every ounce of love he had for you. you got more intoxicated on his intense gaze.

“daichi....?” you whisper.

“yes?” he whispers back.

you stick your hand out for him to grab. he complies and pulls you slowly to him. every cell in both of your bodies is screaming for no more longing, no more rules, no more damn space. you both have been wanting, pining, pushing (mostly from you), pulling and you’ve had enough. your heart was going to organize a prison break, you needed more.

you weren’t just a wee bit in love with him, you were fully head over heels for this fool. 

“oh to hell with it,” you whispered and pushed into that empty space to kiss him. you kissed him with a fervor that was new. you wanted more tonight...you wanted to be more and all he wanted was to give it to you.

he was all over you in an instant. your hands latched into his hair and he’s pushing you back into the room, onto the edge of the table, lips not leaving yours. he slotted himself between your legs, bunching your dress up slowly to your hips. he rolls himself into you and you feel his semi hard cock hit your covered clit.

you moan loudly into his mouth, eliciting a smile from daichi. he squeezes the fat of your hips and molds them in his hands. you moan more, his actions making you grind more on him. god you might kill him.

“darling,” he whispers against your lips, “say something please. i won’t touch you until you say what you need from me.” 

you pull away and give him an imposing look. his eyes held sweetness, kindness and...fear? always the leader, he was calculating. he was double checking...no...triple checking that you were okay with this.

“i can’t run away from it anymore, daichi,” you cup his face, “i want you baby. all of you.”

“fuck.” and with that he smashes his lips against you again.

[doke-doke-adoke]

I keep forgetting Im cringe free on tumblr and so i can post my very self indulgent fanchild for my very recent hyper fixation and no one can stop meeeeee. Posting this louwill child that I made during a feverdream cuz i really really liked some of the doodles here.

[lostiolite]

Growing feelings (cross posted on ao3)

AUTHOR NOTES: UHM so I’m not really a writer, apologies if my writing is subpar… also this is extremely self indulgent as the reader is heavily based off me. But I kept it vauge so u can insert yourself, or your ocs, or just read it for the plot I dunno… (no beta read) university au, uh yeah!!!!

You’ve become infatuated with a special someone from your game development class, full marionette dupencheng style.

Tomura Shigaraki carries himself in a rather grim manner. All black, slouched and a depressed deadpan face, the only semblance of color being his long light blue hair, his vibrant red eyes and sneakers. He isn’t conventionally attractive, your friends remind you of that every time they see him. But, that doesn’t stop you from thinking he’s the most divine being in the world, he’s beautiful, he’s hot and cute. God, you could stare at him for hours and not get bored. God you sound like a creep.

You don’t know how it got here, you swear. It started off innocent, accidentally making eye contact with him in class; you never really cared about him before hand, you didn’t care about anyone but, your friends. You weren’t a party person, and you lacked a social life- at least according to some of your acquaintances. But, you didn’t care, you were just trying to make it through college.

But that day, that moment where your eyes met… his face- god it was so beautiful-there was this ethereal look of cluelessness on his face as you two losers awkwardly stared at each other after making eye contact, one you wish you could see again. suddenly you became hyper aware of him, you started paying attention to him and his ticks, you noticed how he scratched his neck when he was unpleased. That despite playing games in the middle of lectures he still got straight A’s. Oh- and that he usually holds stuff with his pinky finger lifted. He’s so just so cute.

God you feel like a stalker. You keep staring and him and you’re pretty sure he’s caught on, because you’re so obvious, first thing you do when you enter class is scan the room for him and once you find him you stare at him for most of class. He’s just pure eye candy.

God your so pathetic, you’re such a loser, you wish you had the balls to ask him out or something but you’re to scared. But alas, you’re content with admiring him from a distance, it’s not like someone like him could be into a loser like you. Despite the two of you being “perfect losers for each other” according to one of your lower class men, Bakugo.

With a dramatic sigh you pull your gaze away from Shigaraki and aim it towards your friend next to you. He grins at you, his grey eyes scrunching, clearly amused at the way you so obnoxiously stare at tomura.

Hari Kurono. you first met as kids, you would play together before he moved back to Japan. Then in high school he came back to your home country. There, you established a long lasting friendship with him and Kai (chisaki). Kai pestered you regarding college, he wanted you to go to college in Japan alongside him and kurono.

“It’d be reassuring to have you with me”, he said. You surprisingly made it into a rather notable school in Japan. Thinking back, that may have been a result of kai's interference. While he wasn't rich, (it’s complicated), his family name had alot of respect, it’s not unlikely that he had one of his pops recommend you to the school.

Despite not seeming like it, kurono would do anything for his (two) friends. He’s very loyal, you’re not sure why he’s even taking this class, it’s likely that he’s doing this to be alongside, and support you- like how he’s taking medical classes to be alongside Kai. You’re pretty sure if you and or Kai jumped off a roof he would follow along without hesitation.

“You’ll never get close to him if you don’t take action” he advises, and you frown.

“I can’t- im just, too… scared” you sigh and try to defend your cowardly demeanor. He’s right though, you can’t keep hiding forever, you open your mouth to speak- but cant find words. In your peripheral vision you see your professor Shuffling, its near the end of lecture and he opens his mouth to speak.

“Alright so, I’ve given you guys a while to prepare for the project. As you know I’m sorting you into groups, so check the PDF file i posted to see your groupmates, for the next.." he checks his wrist watch, “12 minutes of classs I’ll give you a breakdown of the project and how it works".

You open the pdf file. Scrolling down for your name, your face lights up and a gasp emits from your mouth when you see your name beside "shigaraki tomura".

“I’ve already given you guys a bit of the details beforehand, for the next 4 weeks you guys will make a little game, based on the given prompt, ‘growing things’, clear enough to have a sense of directions, but vauge enough to make up your own idea. Growing things doesn’t have to be literal like plants, it can be anything.”

Your going to spend he next MONTH with him. Its likethe gods have bleased you personally. You read further and see kurono's name along with "Iguchi Shuichi". you've talked to him in passing, while he is somewhat demure, hes cloying, in a way you cant seem to describe.

You and kurono bathe in Felicity at being Grouped together, you even more because of shigaraki. You glance over at shigaraki, your eyes meeting. You quickly look away, flustered at being caught, but your delusional ass is overthinking it. He was looking at you. Or did he just so happen to lock eyes with yours? Or did he look for you after finding out your in his group? Does he know who you are? Do you want him know who you are? Whats his first impression of you. oh my god. Do you approach him after class?- or do you have kurono do it? How do you wanna act around him? Cool? Bubbly? Outgoing? Smart? Natural? Whats natural? GOD-

Kurono places his hand on your shoulder, pulling you out of your trance. The shuffling of students talking and walking out of class becoming audible.

"Lets go find our group" with that, the two of you get out of your seats to hunt down your groupmates.

Fortunately Iguchi has already approached shigaraki, making the group complete.

The 4 of you are silent for a while, before kurono takes the lead and asks for group input.

"Whats your guys’ number? Here, I’ll make a group chat”he hands them a peice of paper. “Are you two free at the moment?”they nod, “Where would you guys like to work on the project? I already have an idea, im sure they have some aswell" he says, pointing towards you. “I’d recommend a place were we could talk, or if you’d like I can rent a study room.”

Iguchi nods, “I’m fine with the study room”

The 3 of you turn to shigaraki, and he nods in response.

On the way to the study room, you can’t help but sneak glances at shigaraki. Iguchi strikes a conversation.

“What idea were you two thinking of?”

“I was thinking a relationship, perhaps of a doctor struggling to balance her job and her romantic relationships.” Kurono responds, it’s obvious that he has Kai in mind.

You chime in, “oh! How about her growing resentment for something?” You’re pleased with the ideas you are coming up with on the spot, you begin to ramble “Maybe like her job? Like she questions the morals of her job and grows resentment for it? What if she was a prison doctor or worked in a lab for chemical warfare? Oh! What if the game took place in a war? What if after she meets her demise the world ‘grows into a better place?’ Symbolized by literal plants growing?” You shut yourself up, looking away embarrassed by your tangent.

You miss how both iguchi and Shigaraki eyes widen at your ideas.

“Holy shit those are some good ideas, you’re awesome”. You’re even more embarrassed at iguchi’s praise. “We only have a month so we can’t make the game too big, and we’ve gotta work quick, but hey if this was continued into something bigger, I’d interested in playing and developing it!”.

You make your way to the study room, your peers unpacking their items.

“So what’s the premise gonna be? Do we all like ____’s idea?” Kurono asks while typing into his laptop.

“I like the prison doctor idea, I wanna add on. What if one of the inmates ‘grows’ into a better person. It can show how different things can grow, the doctors hatred, and the inmates rehabilitation! I really like the war idea, though I think it would be a bit too unrealistic, I don’t think any of us knows how it works enough to make it not sound stupid.” Iguchi adds his input, turning to Shigaraki he asks, “what do you think shigaraki?”

“Yeah… I like that.”

“Alright it’s settled then, I think it would be nice for the game to switch perspectives. We should start on the characters and then build their development around that. I think it would be nice for both of them to parallel each other, for the doctor to care about her grandfather, and for the inmate to care about his granddaughter.” Kurono inserts himself back into the conversation.

“Oh yeah! Two ideas! What if the doctors grandfather to be dead and the inmates granddaughter also dead, what if they find comfort in eachother? Or what if the inmate is in prison for killing the doctors grandfather, while also being a grandfather.”

“The second one is better, it has more opportunity for the doctor to grow resentment, giving the inmate a reason to feel remorse after being in the face of his victims granddaughter, knowing how much he values his own”

“Dope!” Iguchi is scrambling on a piece of paper he somehow pulled out during the conversation.

“For character design I recommend we hand that to _____. They’ve got a knack for art. The rest of us can work on the writing”

“Really? That’s dope! Should we make a soundtrack or is that too much?”

“It depends on the workload of the game, we could decide that later”

The rest of the session was led by kurono and Iguchi as expected with you and shigaraki only speaking when spoken to. You tried to avoid staring at shigaraki, staring at him in class was one thing, but it would become even more obvious in a group of 4. Kai joined you two on your expedition back to the dorms, You were listening to music on the way back, your eyes darting to kurono after he sighed.

“This was a perfect opportunity to talk to him,”

You frown, “I dunno it was awkward, especially when I rambled. Do you think he thinks I’m weird?”

“No he doesn’t, and he shouldn’t” Kai cuts in.

“That’s what I’m saying, the two of them are awkward, he probably empathizes with her, or doesn’t care. Likely the ladder, how about this?-“ he turns her head at you. “You text the group chat asking when we should meet next, nothing big, but you would get a response from him”. You nod, pulling out your phone. His reasoning making you feel comfortable. You quickly scramble to type the message. Before you hit send you feel a wave of pusillanimity rush over you, before turning to kurono asking him to check your message, he makes assures you it’s fine, and you hit send.

guys! Me and kurono were wondering when you guys would like to meet next?

Wednesday 7:26pm

Shigaraki tomura: im free the rest of the week

Wednesday 7:27pm

Iguchi shuichi: I’m free tomorrow, after lectures Friday, and the weekend!

Wednesday 7:53pm

[venomvalley]

this fic is hyper-specific and entirely self-indulgent but i deserve it just this once cause im losing my MIND. genuinely just based on my own current experiences so…!! thank u mr leon for the free therapy !!

warnings: mentions of past abuse, suicidal ideation (brief), hurt/comfort, there’s no definitive ending it’s just a bunch of spliced moments

“Psst.” Jolted from sleep, you roll over in bed to face Leon sat on the edge of the mattress, holding a family-sized bag of… barbecue chips. “Want one?”

“I’d rather sleep.”

“It’s five o’clock. In the evening.”

“And?”

“You haven’t eaten today.” The way he says it makes you feel worse. A fight-drained resignation, a wits’ end.

You don’t want food. Don’t want anything. The anxiety settles deep, a gnawing down to each individual atom. Woven into your DNA at this point.

He gets it, but he doesn’t. The feelings, but not the circumstances. Too used to sweeping up glass with bare hands. You ignore the glass to begin with.

“Did I do the right thing?” you ask.

If anybody would know, would tell you the truth, it’s him and his intact moral compass. What a blessing that must be.

“What do you think?” He rolls up the chip bag, sets it on the nightstand, and joins you in bed. Finds your hand beneath the covers. You seek out his touch. Crave the comfort more than food or drink. Shifted priorities post-trauma.

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the idea of an after.

“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you.”

“Then you definitely did.”

You fall silent for a moment, and he pulls you closer. Must see something in the wrinkle of your brow. “It doesn’t really feel like it.”

“And it won’t for a while. That’s part of…” he sighs out through his nose, ghosts a thumb over your knuckles. “I dunno. Healing, I guess.”

“Healing fucking sucks.”

“It would be a lot better if you—“

“Leon.”

He sighs. “No harm in trying.”

“I know it’s because you care, but I’m just. Too tired to do anything for myself.”

“That’s why I’m here.”

“But you shouldn’t have to take care of me.”

“Well. It’s a good thing I want to.”

He looks at you like he means it, and that makes it worse somehow. He’s done enough. Anything more would make the guilt root deeper (if that’s even possible).

Still. You wish to appease him. And you are hungry.

“Okay. Maybe just a sandwich.”

x

The feelings come and go. Good and bad, the dread just before the drop of the guillotine. It gets better and then suddenly it doesn’t and there’s never really a reason. You’re laughing and then you’re crying and then you’re regretting everything. You fucked up. You wanna die.

Maybe it’s the difficulty of change. You despise it. Live for routine no matter how destructive. Fighting is routine. Pain is routine. Sadness is routine.

What does it say about you, that the calm of his home leaves you uneasy? On edge? Clenching your teeth, looking over your shoulder, jolting awake all hours of the night?

He gets it. The aftermath of shitty situations. Traumatic ones. And he tries to make this place feel like home. Buys your favorite foods, makes room for your clothes in the dresser, joins along in watching your comfort shows (he pretends to like them, and that makes you feel worse).

You wish to be held, much like a nightmare-ridden child seeking bedside comfort. And he holds you a lot. When you cry, when you sleep, when you watch movies on the couch, when you stand in the kitchen searching for food, when he joins you for bubble baths. One large effort to bandage the raw flay of your skin.

Still, you hate yourself. The ties are severed, burnt up, blown-away ash, but you hope and pray that something will allow you to go back. To your Before. To your normal. You’re used to chaos.

The way he smiles at you is not chaos. Contentment maybe. Pride. A you-will-always-be-safe-with-me kindness to his eyes that sets your teeth on edge, and you wonder what the fuck that says about you.

x

He tells you a lot of things, seven different times in a dozen different ways over the span of a week:

You don’t have to ask to eat.

You don’t have to ask to shower.

A closed bedroom is not a punishment.

No, you won’t get in trouble.

You’ve done nothing wrong.

He wants you here.

You don’t believe him. The hurt is too fresh, and his words sting like salt and lemon. Like scalding water. Burning a wound already burned.

You’ve heard these things before. Lies, told to incite weakness and the crumbling of protective walls. He isn’t like them. No. But he says their words, and that’s enough for you.

You think it is.

It’s difficult navigating your needs. You know that. You’re sensitive right now, and everything cuts deep, and the only time you feel okay is when you’re either asleep or not sober. One usually precedes the other.

He gets it. The incessant limbo that cages you in. Getting better then wanting to die then getting better then crying and you begin to believe the idea that one cannot exist without the other. You get it now. The crying makes the laughter glow.

“You know what they say about rain in stories?” A week into this, the area experiences a days-long thunderstorm. It cleanses everything. Feels like starting over.

You don’t believe in coincidence.

“I do, actually,” he says. Turns to look at you from his place at the kitchen table. “It can be either rebirth or destruction.”

You hum and retreat from the window, and the legs of his chair scrape back upon your approach. “Let’s hope it’s the former.”

“It already is, I think.”

“What do you mean?”

He invites you to sit with him, in his lap. Curls warm, thick arms around you and tucks your head beneath his chin. “You gave yourself a fresh start. And you’ve been laughing more.”

“I’ve also been crying more.”

“Because you’re allowed to now. That’s not a bad thing.”

“It feels like one.” You slip both hands beneath the hem of his shirt, the skin of his back soft against your palms. “Besides, you don’t like to cry, either.”

He makes a noise in his throat. Says, “Do as I say, not as I do.”

That pulls a laugh from you, and he pats soft on your thigh. “That’s what I like to hear.”

x

Today’s been rough. You find yourself more overwhelmed than usual, brain altered by something as simple as him washing the dishes. He loves you. Has proven it time and time again, but still. Still—

“Are you mad at me? Like, did I do something wrong?”

“No? Why do you say that?”

He joins you on the couch, throws an arm over your curled-up knees, and you shrug. “Just asking.”

“Did I do something?”

“No. It’s not anything you did. It’s just my brain, I guess.”

“Something I did must’ve caused it.”

“No, I just.” You huff out a sigh. He won’t let it go, and you aren’t sure if that’s good or bad. “You looked mad when you were doing the dishes.”

He takes a moment to respond, and you blink back the burn behind your eyes. It’s dumb. You know it’s dumb. But that one little instance has eaten and festered and feasted some more until you physically shake from anxiety.

“I was just thinking about something. It had nothing to do with you.”

“So you weren’t mad you had to do the dishes?”

“I offered.”

“Yeah, but—“

He stops you with a squeeze to your knee, and you turn to look at him. “You don’t have to prove anything. Your worth isn’t based on how many chores you do around the house.”

Here come the tears. Humiliating in their intensity. “I just don’t wanna be a burden.”

“You’re not. I love you because you exist. That’s all you have to do.”

“That’s so cheesy.” You wipe a hand across your face to wipe drying tears, and he presses a kiss to the curve of your cheek. “But it helps. A lot.”

“I’m glad.” He leans down to meet your gaze and gives a sweet smile, barely-there, eyes softening. “If I have an issue, I’ll just tell you. You know that.”

“No passive aggressive bullshit?”

“Never.”

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It took me a bit longer than I thought because I was struggling with bugs (like being able to progress when you shouldn't, etc) and recording (im lowkey a perfectionist when it comes to doing things in order sometimes).

But now it's out! This was actually my first game, originally made in VX Ace (in 2021) before I learned to use RPG2000 and remade it. (the original is ugly af)

The plot is kinda similar to Mikoto Nikki, but this goes a little more into the psychological and snooping aspect; you're going through the man's trash and stuff-

also took a bit of insp from the random yan game 'don't notice me' that kubz scouts played a while ago (omg the memories); say what you want about that game, but i kinda liked it XD

I named the game based on the plot, but lowkey also in condolences to the failed yandere sim game (rip love letter mtf); since we didn't get that game I made this instead (even tho they aren't even remotely similar XD)

mia's og design was similar to bow-chan's lmao but honestly i like the coquette pinkish design more, its more fitting!

so yeah; i finally finished and now i can continue on!!

there's definitely at least three more charon-esque games i would like to make (i have like a whole list that i might post but certainly i want to have a 'dark side' game, another love triangle one, and then a three person one like mix ore)

yandere thai tea eheheh

also i have the violent urge to make a normal rpg game kinda like OFF or The Gray Garden, we shall see though, because I wanted to go in order of game types instead of jumping around;; BUT I HAVE SUCH GOOD IDEAS FOR OTHER THINGS HNNNNNGGGG

GAME SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!!

the true end only happens because mia is a simp

if it was anyone else; mikio would've gone to jail frfr

i wanted mikio to be decently nuanced; so its really up to the viewer to forgive him or not, just like souta and raden; even tho mia is simping here xD

SPOILER END!!!!!

also, abt the manly easter eggs; i am not glazing :( hot take perhaps but i dont actually like him anymore (still like his old vids tho), i just kept easter eggs in bc my 2021 self worked really hard on it, and it would be very mean of me to take that away from her....

she was a pure, hopeful girl with dreams before she became a hyper edgy nihilist LOL

but i digress, to those who find my stuff, thank you for indulging my bizarre hobby

[randommothxd]

12, 15, 96 (for the ask game)

12Q: what was your last dream about?

12A: from what I can remember,the last dream I had was this:

I was basically watching a show with talking planets. Kinda like solarballs but they were hyper realistic,had different personalities,different voices,and had no face (no eyes or mouth). And they were smaller and were right next to each other.

Like this but realistic (also they weren't in order in my dream)

I don't remember what they were talking about but I do remember weaking up scared. I have this thing I do,where basically,when i first wake up,I go back to sleep and after I weak up from my 2nd sleep,I go to sleep again. I repeat this until I finally wanna start the day. While I was tryying to sleep again,I remember just thinking about how small we are compared to these giant planets.

15Q: favorite song?

15A: i have many favorite songs. And from many different genres. But just to name a few:

Literally any song by Mommy Long Legs

Most songs by Big Thief

I like the "girl anachronism" more so because I relate to it rather than how it sounds. I'm often scared to say I like this song because I'm scared people will think I'm saying "im a girl". I'm not a girl,the only thing "girl" about me is what I was assigned at birth and that's technically wrong,I'm both physically a girl and a boy. But i digress. Very good song!/srs

I found this song from a kittydog animation,pretty nice song. Honestly,8.9/10

Beautiful song ^_^ /srs

Great song!!!! I can't hear anything anymore!!!!

Like said before, I have many favorite songs,so,I can't say them all or else this post would be to long

96Q: how did you get your name?

96A: depends what you mean

My actual name (moth): I really like moths :3 also,I'm a moth therian and get species euphoria from being called a moth,so, I Made it my name!

My 2nd actual name (maggot): I really like bugs that are seen as gross. Well,not just bugs,any creature that has been demonized from others. E.g. worms,rats,maggots,slugs,spiders,wasps,etc. You know,they have been demonized so much that people see them as less and get freaked out when all they do is just get close. It's disgusting how much people hate these creatures for simply just existing. You know,me and these "disgusting" creatures have alot in common /srs

My 3rd name (wormie): I saw a tiktoker who's name (name,not username) was worm. I really liked that name so i stole it.

Username: idk but I'm glad it wasn't my old username choice. My username was going to be ashestodust. The reason being: I was obsessed with the quote "ashes to ashes,dust to dust". I didn't know it was a quote from the Bible,I only heard it from a song (funny enough,it was a fnaf song i heard it from/srs). I never Said this to anyone but I think I might be changing my username,soon/srs

I'm not 100% sure I'm gonna do it but I really want to.

[mintytealeaves]

Mave!

What is this??

fanart??

for the best au I’ve ever seen??? inconceivable.

I wish the quality was better AAAAAAAAHHHH

but here is your baby boy @bonetrix-arts

I’m absolutely love your au and I’m so hyper fixated on it and I’m sorry I’m being so obsessive and in your face rn but I LOVE IT!! im already kinda working on my own lil self indulgent silly guys :3

it make me ver happy :)))

I hope you like this drawing and I’m here to give you and your au all the support and love I g o t

ps. I noticed Mave kinda looks like one of my kaards from my au (which I haven’t posted yet, I’m not ready to. I’m only telling a couple people eg friends who are ok with listening to me lore dump lol) and I think that’s fun

[peyoso]

In accordance to the principles of pure self-indulgence, I shall now detail the xmen/outsiders au that I have been concocting. Idea sparked by this post

The basic premise is that Ponyboy is a mutant that joins the xmen after the (modified) events of the book.

Okay so Im thinking for Pony's mutant ability something with fire and powerful. I just like the idea of him being really powerful. theres something there. It would also give him an interesting relationship to the church fire and johnnys death. Also like the idea that his power manifests when Darry hits Pony. burning Darry's hand and leaving burn scars. #symbolism

Johnny also was a mutant with vast telekinetic power that put a psionic strain on him and was a part of the reason he died.

Im in the fence about Dallas. im thinking a more subtle ability like hyper-intelligence/instincts with an animalistic secondary mutation. Like a Sage/Sabertooth hybrid. OR like a fear manipulation type thing: he can sense and amplify fears and gets more powerful the more people are afraid, maybe even at a certain threshold he starts transforming into basically a werewolf and also can cause fear hallucinations.

Anyway this au is divided into eras:

The Beginning Era

the events of the book more or less play out the same just with the added mutant layer and a different ending. Dally survives and goes to jail. Pony gets separated from his brothers and put in a boys home

X timeline-wise, Cerebro picks up Pony at the same time as Dazzler and Kitty

Charles finds Pony and he gets sent to the school. maybe the professor makes up something about a scholarship/outreach program. anyway going from dirt poor to living in a mansion with an allowance thats more than his family earned in a year is jarring and at first Pony is very abrasive.

There's also the fact that Pony has already hurt people with his power and believes he started the church fire that ultimately killed Johnny (😏)

I think he would bond with Logan and Kurt and just not like Kitty

Eventually Dally gets out of jail (maybe a year at most) and decides to track down Pony bc he needs something to live for and it might as well be not failing Pony the way he failed to protect Johnny

Tracks him down to the school, gets into a fight and joins the xmen once things are cleared up

The ??? Era

listen. idk the whole of xmen history okay but yk as i read and learn ill expand this section. just know Pony and Dally are doing shenanigans. Pony discovers that hes actually Darry and Soda's half brother and his biological father is a mutant crime lord and he has mutant siblings. Darry gets mutant racist. Dally gets sent to hell and Pony fights the devil about it. Pony hosts the Phoenix for a bit and maybe learns hes got a magical heritage and Dally has weapon x connection idk. stuff just happens. theyre doing things. dont worry about it

The Krakoa Era

Johnny's back babyyyyy and with him a whole can of worms

Pony's in his 20s and has been a xmen for years. He and Dally are dating (surprise! this is a Dalpony au) and he has mutant siblings hes close to etc etc

basically a lot has changed and Johnny is thrown right in it. from an abandoned lot to a lush island paradise. his best friends are superheroes/basically mutant celebrities and crazy shit happens on the daily. its overwhelming to say the least

Pony asks Jean to help Johnny control his powers

Maybe Pony and Dally are also helping Kate with her Marauders. finding and freeing mutants and getting them to Krakoa

A few other things:

Im bad at coming up with superheroes names but im thinking Wildfire for Pony then later as he grows into his powers people start calling him the Dawnbringer. For Dallas maybe something like Grim or Blood Hound...Bugbear...

Pony's relationship to his brothers kinda falls through bc Darry begins to see Pony's mutation as something wrong that needs to be fixed and associates it with everything he perceives as wrong with Pony (think Evelyn from EEAAO or like any homophobic relative) which really destroys their relationship and causes Pony to distant himself from Darry

I dont have a clear idea on Soda yet. maybe something like a part of Soda being afraid of Pony/his fire? like Soda accidentally flinched when Pony gets to close once and things just went downhill from there. something something a relationship becoming defined by guilt something something idk

Here is Pony's mutant family:

Hecatomnus

Black Market dealer and supplier

Control the temperature and brightness of his surroundings. making it really dark/hot/bright/cold/etc

Manipulative and scheming; a businessman through and through

Does genuinely care for his kids and very supportive of them

His goals? run a successful business thank you

Mausolus

Eldest (late 20s) and the only one raised by their father

Hecatomnus' right hand man

Controls stability of things. Can make a building crumble or prevent a person's condition from worsening. Has to keep constant concentration tho

Very mindful, very demure.

Really cares for his siblings and takes his responsibilities as eldest very seriously

Come across as cold/apathetic but is in fact a deeply unserious person

Eysa

Second eldest (late 20s)

Channels heat into objects around her. Usually focuses heat into her weapons for 1000° hot blades that explode stuff on contact.

Warrior Princess type vibe

Chaotic in general but has a strong warrior code

Regularly mails pipe bombs to her dad (its their father-daughter bonding)

Ofelia

Youngest (in her teens)

Hyper-aware of her surroundings and can focus her awareness on something to gain knowledge about its history, characteristics, properties, etc.

Very sweet and kind but not naive. her power means that she often knows more than others

She also tends to passively pick up random details about people around her

[bearstuck]

fandom-indulging trans guys on this website frequently have complexes where they view transmasculinity as intrinsic/default much in the same way cis malehood is viewed as the default state for human beings

which is to say that they're often so self-absorbed in their own experiences of gender and yearning for their masculinity to be affirmed that they assert that not only is a transmasc headcanon for characters they like the default but often the correct and true form of that character's hypothetical gender identity and expression

this is clearest, to me, in the way that june discourse often goes. it is inevitable whenever june is discussed that some trans guy (sometimes several) comes out of the woodwork to say that transmasculine john just "makes more sense". that egbert was integral to their own gender journey, so egbert must be a trans man. that egbert's mimicry of dad's idiosyncrasies an inherently trans male desire to emulate your father, disregarding that cisgender boys model their masculinity after their fathers or that young trans girls often hyper-perform a facade of masculinity to hide from themselves and others that they feel alienated from the gender of "boy". instead of being a mimicry natural to many people across both sex and gender, one fairly common in children of single parents, it *must* be due to an inherently exclusively transmasculine inclination

it makes much more sense, textually, for egbert's expressions of masculinity to be a farcical. heirs are passive and breathbound players are detached and apethetic. much of egbert's personality is detached from their real feelings, their facade of jokes and pranks and shitty movies. much like in the way dave hides sincere and complex feelings under a layer of apathy, egbert hides apathy under a guise of joviality, to the point that they didnt even realize that they thought nic cage sucked until they were a late teen. their mimicry of dad egbert's masculine interests, then, serves to show us that egbert performs masculinity in a similar facade. they dress up in the accessories of a 20th century breadwinning father and husband, a mirror of their father's genuine masculinity couched in enough tomfoolery to remain detached from it. how is this performance in any way transmasculine in nature, aside from the way that it is a performance of male gender?

idk where im going with this post other than "its fucking annoying when trans guys say this character only makes sense as a trans guy in a way that lets you know that dude doesnt follow or interact with trans women/transfems at all"

disclaimer: im transmasculine myself. if you want to call any critique of trans men being annoying toxically masculine lowkey misogynists "transandrophobic" youre going to catch hands and a block button rq

[linpunny]

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[aaronmessesuplife]

Welcome

Call me Aaron, he/him (he/they???)

Non binary/ trans masc, gay, poly

19 y/o (12th July, 2005)

DIY metalhead

AuDHD (hyper fixations listed lower in this post)

Witch/ pegan

Canadian (Ontario)

French(fluent/ first langage), English (fluent), German (learning)

DNI:

Transphobes, homophobes

Racist, Zionist, nazis, maga

Misogynist (this includes terfs obviously)

Right wingers + centrist (Im very far left so fuck off)

Pedos, maps, fucking creeps

Fast fashion “alternative” folks

Ronnie radke/ falling in reverse stands (y’all are annoying)

Sex negative/ kink negative folks

Pro-lifers

Chasers/ folks that fetishize trans ppl

Mindless self indulgence fans

Folks who dont like cats

Anti-weed

Pro AI or like anything AI related

Transmeds/ the “i hate the trans community” trans folks

Tx2 fans

Incest shippers / anything incest

Drake fans

Slaughter to prevail / Alex terrible fans

Folks I went to high school with unless you are a friend (I highly doubt that they are on here but still)

I AM NOT AFRAID TO BLOCK

*i will add more, i just can’t think of more atm*

Tags used for personal stuff:

#Aaron speaks (my text post)

#My politics (my views and political beliefs)

#Mecore (self explanatory)

#My diys (shit I’ve made)

#My practice (witchcraft/ pegan stuff)

#My art (self explanatory)

#Cunt Fagula (my drag character)

#Wait that’s me :3 (post with me in it)

*will add more as i make more post*

Hyper fixation list:

My Chemical Romance + LeATHERMOUTH

Music (metal, alternative, rock, whatever the fuck transfems make)

Alternative subcultures (punk, goth, etc)

Germany (not in a nazi way obviously)

TankTheTech’s roadie vlogs (the Europe shows especially)

Mouthwashing (i love me a good psychological horror game)

I will update as time goes on cuz this is all I can think of atm

[lambasticfantastic]

im normal i love making normal aus. sorry gamers, i really need a self indulgent au on this fine morning. This is the post im using to christen this blog so everyone knows exactly what im about /lie this is a very silly thing i did for my own fun

~Ramble writing~

i see the vision as a woodworking + other mechanical repairs shop. + a huge property that Mira and Ash (wives) inherit from Mira’s family and refurbish and take on as a buisness.

Lamb: Austalian Shepard- rescue adopt that Mira brought home.  Mute: German Shepard- Mira's Therapy dog Smoke: Catahoula Leopard Dog - Ash's dog Sledge: Great Pyrenees - was Mira's grandfathers's dog Thatcher: Black Mouth Cur - was Mira's grandfathers's dog

Kapkan: mildly feral cat who lives on the property Tachanka: mildly feral cat who lives on the property. Glaz: was Mira's parent's cat, mouser  Fuze: was Mira's parent's cat, mouser 

Lamb is skittish, very hyper, and reactive at first. Mira and Ash get into a disagreement because Austalian Shepard's are Huge Deals and require a lot of attention and exercise. Especially Lamb who's A Bit Traumatized. And Mira just came home what was a regular shopping trip with the dog.

BUT Lamb is very sweet and curious. Mira wins the argument with "Ash, look at this face. Look at it. Tell it 'no', that she's 'going back to the pound'!" Ash, sighs harshly and pinches the bridge of her "Fine..." after a moment, she kneels down to pet Lamb herself "You are definatly lucky you are cute, and so friendly." Lamb yaps cheerily in response.

The two should also have a flock of chickens omg

Lamb isnt allowed in the fencing for the chickens, because they wont stop herding the chickens. Lamb, sadly whining with their snoot in one of the chain fence gaps, watching Ash do chicken chores. Ash, sort of harshly but is laughing as she snaps: “You wont stop nipping the Chickens! You are banned!”

Lamb let’s out a terribly sad and pathetic cry-woof in response.

Poor Glaz, is the only cat who Lamb has the instinct to chase/herd. Lamb meets Fuze first. They gently crawl up to him while he's laying out on the concrete in the sun. Fuze watches her crawl up suspiciously, but Lamb just sort of wags their tail and stares at him intensly for a while. When he finally gets up, Lamb yelps and runs away. Even though he was just getting up to stretch.

In contrast, Lamb sees Glaz walking across an open area. Lamb just breaks into a full sprint and chases him around the property until he shoots up the side of the shop to hide on the roof. Lamb could have obviously caught him, but was just chasing him. Lamb keeps doing this to him. Lamb never even chases the two ferals who reside on the property.

Tachanka is a huge fat tom-cat (non-snipped male cats get fat face cheeks) Who loves to sun on the concrete drive way. He lets Thatcher come up and greet-sniff him. Tachanka is the Top Cat on the property. But he respects Thatcher as The Dog. Mostly because if he didnt, Thatcher would chase him off the property, haha.

‘Chanka also lets Mira pet him (and mute get near him, as he follows Mira. Mute rarely interacts with him, and clearly nervous when ‘Chanka rubs against him while rubbing against Mira’s legs.)

Mute doesn't bark. He rarely makes any noise besides the occasional huff or whine.

Smoke barks at deer, and cars when they come up the road.

Sledge also barks at deer and cars coming down the road.

Thatcher only really barks to signal predators/scare other things off. sometimes at cars coming if they are really loud or big.

Lamb yaps a lot. Surprisingly rarely does it in the house except for hearing a car/other animal/ someone on the porch. Lamb makes a lot of other noises all the time. 

The first of the cats Lamb really lets touch them is Kapkan.

Ash walks out to the chickens on a sunny warm evening, and sees Lamb Splooted out on the grass in the sun, with Kapkan curled up on top of them. Both are napping. Ash is Baffled by the sight and immediately gets an amazing picture to send to Mira. 

Sledge, after getting used to Lamb being around a few days in, can tell Lamb is harmless (except to the chickens, and poor Glaz) and he lets Lamb circle him without reacting while he takes the slow rounds of the property. Eventually, Lamb gets close while he's laying down. At first, he expects Lamb to nip him when they get close, as they move quickly and dart back and away near him. He just lazily watches them. Finally, they sort of lick his shoulder before flinching back again, watching him. When he doesn't react, they do it again a couple more times. Finally curling up against his side, but in a ball facing away from him, back to back.

Smoke is the second dog to warm up to Lamb, as he also likes to play. He is able to keep up with Lamb's energy the most. Having a friend to play with definitely helps Lambs ridiculously never ending  nervous energy chill, leading to them acclimating better. 

Mute warms up slower, but once Lamb is less full of nervous energy they start to join Mira and Mute on the couch for cuddles and relax-time. Mira also gets them to start playing with a tug-of-war rope toy, and Mute is very considerate and seems to enjoy watching Lamb try very hard to win while he moves very little. Also sometimes he just walks around with one end of the rope in his jaw, clearly having won but Lamb is being stubborn and won't let go so gets mildly dragged around by him. They are both tail wagging and chilled out, but both are stubborn dogs.

Lamb doesn't react well to Thatcher ‘correcting’ them at first, which causes a lot of distance between them mostly with Lamb being terrified of him. Lamb wont go in the shop at all, as he sleeps in there and usually is sitting at the door way or in the garage when the doors open. But once again as they have acclimated and mellowed out, Lamb will snuggle or lightly play with Sledge and this allows Thatcher to get closer and Observe. And Lamb gets more comfortable with his presence as they rely on Sledge (and Smokes) reactions to Thatcher. Lamb also beats Thatcher to chasing off a fox that was digging under the fence to try and get into the hen house, which gets some heavy approval from him, lol.

Scene of all four cats casually interacting in the yard, and the dogs get let out. Lamb lets out their 'I'm chasing Glaz!' barks immediately and the cats all jump. Glaz peels out at the speed of light. Lamb doesn't even react to the rest of the cats and only chases him. The other three just go back to what they were doing because Lamb never goes back over to them.

This happens regularly. 

Most of the time, the other cats do not react to Lamb sprinting or barking because Lamb NEVER chases them after the first month. It's only Glaz. If Glaz is interacting with another cat and Lamb sees him, the other cat won't even react to Lamb speeding past them barking, because Lamb is LOCKED IN on Glaz.

It takes a long ass time for Lamb to stop doing this. It takes active training, because Lamb got themself into the habit. With Mira sitting on the porch, with Mute at her side unbothered. Lamb on a leash losing their mind trying to get out from between Miras legs and the leash wanting to chase Glaz, who is sitting up somewhere high already.

... i love the idea of Fuze, the other house cat, coming up and sitting on the other side of Mira. and Mira laughing when she notices because 

"What did Glaz ever do to you? You don't mind this kitty, just him! c'mon, silly girl!"

[coffeencream]

Initial TTPD listening thoughts

I think i hyped this one up too much in my head. Frankly, i’m feeling conflicted. This post is an attempt to explain why. Here’s an itemized list, starting with the negative.

1. The writing. Obviously, Taylor’s talented with a pen. She can create a song in her sleep. This album simply felt like it lacked the special something that makes her music exceptional. The repetitive choruses, self-indulgently haughty word choices, and excess of contemporary references and name drops take away from the message of the song entirely. When fans decided that TTPD was going to be “a breakup album”, I didn’t know that meant it would linger so heavily on the same few sentiments about Joe. We get it Taylor, he cheated. You wanted to marry him and end up feeling exploited. You said that already… Most tracks left me thinking that the writing was pretty, but not good. I think of the simplicity of “Red”, how something like color can make for a clean, impactful metaphor in two lines. This was the opposite- so many words, so little substance.

2. The “vibe” (notice im not saying production, because i don’t claim to know shit about how music gets made): Jack. babe. what are we doing? A lot of TTPD felt like the same song over… and over… over… just like how I made this point already. There was also no sonic balance, each track blended into the next and I wouldn’t have noticed songs changing if it weren’t for Taylor singing the song titles many times each.

3. THE TRACK FIVE: WHY WOULD YOU PUT THE WEAKEST SONG IN THIS COVETED POSITION??? WHY??? SO LONG LONDON WAS BORING, AND IM NOT AFRAID TO SAY IT!

4. “diaristic” or “unrefined”? - all of Taylor’s previous 10 eras have felt like they were nicely polished before release. This time, the filter was gone, and many of the tracks gave the impression of being frantically scratched on an envelope in the early hours. I can understand how this feeds into the Taylor Swift brand of connecting personally to fans, allowing us the impression of friendship with her. However, for me, it read as careless, and actually decreased the album’s relatability. Hyper specific descriptions of her own breakup experience were not enjoyable to listen to, nor did they serve to advance any overarching narratives in the album.

Now, none of what I said applied to every track. I have some positive things to say as well!

1. My favorite tracks: who’s afraid, but daddy I love him, the smallest man, and clara bow

2. I loved the album’s examination of fame and Taylor Swift as a spectacle. TTPD shined when it wasn’t just being “a breakup album”, because it’s clear that this time in Tay’s life was so much more than the end of a long term relationship. The start of the Eras tour saw Taylor on top of the world, subject to all the criticism that comes with it. I felt her pain, especially in the last section of Clara Bow. She’s part of a long history of famous women being treated as sources of entertainment instead of people.

3. Love love love the aesthetic of this era. Can’t wait to see how the lore is expanded in the Fortnight music video.

4. The Florence Welch feature was very well done. Their voices blended beautifully, and it was a nice median of their musical styles. As a former Floridian, the line “Florida’s a hell of a drug” made me collapse laughing.

So there we have it! A new era! Please don’t have my head for this post, but ofc feel free to disagree or share your own thoughts :)

* please note that these thoughts were written before the release of the Anthology *

[lil-e-sideblog]

woah. what are you doing here

hey. if youre here im cool with it! just uh. keep mention of it off my main. i'm keeping all the content i post on my main separate to what goes here, so don't worry about that i guess

prefacing this with this blog is 18+, but its not explicitly nsfw.

it definitely potentially will be at times but its not going to be EXPLICITLY so, if that makes any sense. not much nudity, but stuff will be Big. if there is nudity i'll obviously tag it as such.

this is just my sideblog for gts/giantess stuff. also with stuff like. hyper sizes and stuff of that nature yknow? theres lots here. itll make sense eventually. i gotta flesh more stuff out, but. yknow

anyways, under the readmore will be more details about my sona for this stuff. the tl;dr is that Cool 9 Foot Transgender Robot Lady who gets bigger. and a lot of it is STILL a work in progress, so stuff is subject to change and updates, as well as just generally fleshing the idea out. we're gettin there!

lotta this is ultra mega super self indulgent so like. dont worry bout it too much. and its still all being fleshed out with friends and the like

anyway!

art is by @/prime-bewbs, her stuff is fantastic so please give her a look!

unit name: LIL-E "Lillie" (she/her)

height: 9'0, variable (we'll get into it!)

she's also a lesbian. cause yknow. women

LIL-E is a robotic body that hosts an AI upload of her creator's mind, effectively acting as a brand new body. essentially, she "pilots" the robot body, but for all intents and purposes, that's just her body now. this was for numerous reasons, mostly just for the desire for a new form. (as for why she's 9 feet - well, why not?). she goes by her old name, "lillie", just for the sake of ease.

her body is made out of a, self described, "compound element fuckery" that allows it to look and feel similar to skin, yet still be quite different. most notably in the ability to rapidly change sizes - but we'll get to that! there's also some light face panel lines/lines in the arms, which can

her eyes are displays, which can change eye colours/pupils and also display various different imagery. (yes, she can run and display doom. and lots of other stuff!) the core "gem" in her chest is also something that can change colour, and is just there for visual flair.

her power source is that of a white hole reactor, effectively allowing for a infinite energy supply. white holes *create* mass, after all. it's stored in her main body area, which also allows her cleavage to be a bit of a hammerspace. thats right. cool sword pulled out of boobs, baby

this reactor helps to allow the material objects of her to grow. which, she grows by absorbing electricity/general energy! (kinda working on this, still. bear with me) by utilizing this energy, she not only grows in height, but also in curves (bust/waist/you have it). the justification she gives is that "the energy has to go somewhere, and they act as safety", but really she just thinks it's hot really cool.

this, in turn, adds to her main "job", which is protecting various people in cities and areas from monsters, big bads, or whathaveyou in general! she effectively just fights to keep people safe from various attacks and disasters, working with whatever's needed. this is also supplemented by the armor dock-ons she has, which she also calls forth when needed. (these, unfortunately, are not designed YET. we'll make a cool combat form yet...) there's a variety of them! it's all cool.

these slot onto the arms/legs/etc. to kind of create an "armored" state. these armors can be modified in how they dock to create different modes - focusing on melee combat, long range modes, or a sword mode. there's funnels mounted on these armor bits as well that can fly off for various uses (such as a shield), as well as hi-nu esque wings to allow for flight

her panel lines glow a soft green when she's in this state, and her hair's bundled up into a ponytail. lastly, she gets a sick pair of shades, and an optional mask "covering" if the fight calls for it. she can use these armors for either casual fights or serious jobs, whatever calls for it. (there's a berserk/hyper mode she can enter too, where the hair flows out freely and the inner frame turns rainbow, but that's rare/not developed JUST yet...)

also, she's got a soundboard. yes, she can play cool music during a fight. fuck yeah

she's easygoing and upbeat, but also enjoys being smug about her size, both in her 9 foot form and even bigger. smushin people (gently, of course, we're not into snuff here), looming over them, the works. she has fun with it, after all!

also she's transgender fuck you.

AGAIN A LOT OF THIS IS A WIP SO LIKE. bear with me i guess! its subject to change/getting a proper "ref" sheet made/whatever. i literally only started making her last week anyway. work it out yknow? we'll get there

thanks 4 reading love u :]