#to be surrounded by people thankful for her existing😭😭😭

[kuravix]

NOT ONLY DID SHE CUT HER HAIR SHE CHANGED INTO A DRESS SIMILAR TO THE ONE SHE WORE AS A CHILD WHEN SHE MET SAUL

^^^VISUAL REPRESENTATION OF ME READING THIS CHAPTER I LOVE ROBIN I LOVE HER BEING HAPPY

[astropookie]

astro FACTS ‼️

(it was “astro thoughts” but I wanted to change)

it turned into a persona chart observations💋

Loika

Moon in your IC persona chart tells your childhood summary.

pls this is too accurate 😭. my moon is square mercury, this aspects tells me directly I have problems with my memory, that I don’t remember my childhood or I don’t have clarity about it. also that I could often lie to get on my way, too accurate. moon 9H tells me I was really imaginative, divagating about topics and questioning or being curious about how things worked. I was always in my world questioning why this and that and bringing in my head “what if?” scenarios. moon in cancer tells me I was more comfortable and secure in my house, specially with my mom. female roles could have been significant, this evidence also this person felt incredibly connected with their mom, it could turned into an unhealthy habit. I felt what my mom felt, I had the need of taking care of her instead and I did. sadly, people with moon in cancer in IC pc possibly had to be the mom to their mom and now they have a savior complex :( I’m so sorry if that happened to you. it’s reflected in every relationship, you need to heal your inner child in order to break that pattern. in my case, I’m trying and that’s recognizable.

Sag on 3H on Lilith pc be saying the most traumatic shit they have experienced and then laughing like’s not a big deal.

Moon opposition Venus on natal chart fcking needs or searchs for love in a profound manner.

they’re emos that write melancholic poetry and don’t like partying and stuff -not saying they have never been-, they prefer to be selective with their partners and don’t give second chances and if they do it’s because of “vibes” 🕺 they need love but it’s really hard to find someone like them that will sacrifice for others as they’ll do with them.

People with 6 house stellium/virgo placements feel more comfortable with animals than to be with people.

they spended more time with animals than with people on their childhood. they love animals, they’re not complex and irritating as people 🙄 later they could have regrets about their relationship with animals before realizing how important they’re. like megumi from jjk -appeared in my mind-.

Saturn 1H moon persona chart feels restricted to be theirselves.

it’s so frustrating, since childhood these people have had a fear of rejection. they have had even controlled the way they breath to not bother others. they hated themselves for being themselves and they’ve suffered so much bc of the critics. they’ve tried so hard to be someone they’re not, they’ve tried to controlled it and they couldn’t. they’ve suffered in silence about their identity and how insufficient they’ve felt. Saturn in moon pc evidences what difficulties exists in their emotional life and where they need to grow and mature. later, they’ll be proud about themselves and how far they’ve become.

Jupiter on scorpio 12 house on Venus pc run away from themselves.

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❀ Based on my personal experience and what I’ve analyzed in my surroundings.

❀ English is not my first language.

❀ I’m not a profesional astrologer.

Thank youu. baibaiii🫣🫶🏼💋

Do not copy. Please give me credits.

[derangedanomaly]

Guyyss, y'all have no idea how happy I actually am to know that y'all like my AU of Nightmare having a clone. I haven't felt this hyper in forever! I also REALLY enjoy doing anything about my favorite boy Chaos, so I decided to write some interesting Facts about my AU!

Enjoy lmao

Masterlist

CHAOS FACTS

His design differences between Nightmare:

I don't know if anyone's noticed, but I draw Nightmares tentacles purposely more flowy and droopy than Chaos'.

Chaos almost always has his tentacles lowered down, because he doesn't want to accidentally hurt anyone, but the only time he always has them up, is when he's near Nightmare, to look bigger and assert dominance.

Chaos' tentacles sometimes makes him look like he has horns.

While Nightmare feeds off of negative feelings, Chaos feeds off of Nightmares misery. SPECIFICALLY Nightmares. And whenever he does feed off of his misery, a purple smoke surrounds him.

When Diana accidentally copied Nightmares code, she wanted to use the delete button. She was afraid of what two Nightmares could do to the multiverse. But her worries flew out the window when she saw how friendly Chaos is, apart from Nightmare.

You could almost say that Chaos could be a better villain than Nightmare, because Chaos is willing to actually do anything just to earn someone's trust. And he could take advantage of that too, but thanks to Diana's code, he won't do that.

Chaos is practically the only worst punishment that Nightmare could receive, because the only one that can get on Nightmares nerves, is himself.

Chaos doesn't have a passive form, because he's only the copy of Nightmares code. Meaning he probably doesn't even know who Passive is.

The only reason he wants to ruin Nightmares reputation so much, is solely because he gets a kick out of it. It's also strangely written in his code- Diana thought it would be funny and entertaining to see two Nightmares fighting each other.

Nightmare could engage in a pretty violent battle with Chaos if he truly got pissed off- but he doesn't do that, only because Chaos is practically him. Chaos is pretty much on the same level of power as Nightmare. Which probably makes him the only appropriate opponent to Nightmare.

Killer often call NM and Chaos "twins". This earns an amused chuckle from Chaos and an angry Nightmare.

Chaos is partly supposed to represent how fanon Nightmare sometimes acts, apart from the canon one.

Chaos doesn't have a soul, since he technically doesn't exist, his whole body is made off of copies of Nightmares code, this doesn't include his soul.

The only people who know about Diana's existence are Ink, Error and Chaos. Diana doesn't feel the need to show herself to anyone often, so she just doesn't do it.

Ink and Diana are actually pretty good friends, though Diana denies any sort of friendship between the two.

Diana, Ink and Error, are like the three horseman of creation. Error is the destruction, Ink is the creation, and Diana is the rebirth. (Since Diana can copy anyone's code, she can technically bring out the dead. But this of course also has consequences.)

Diana's belt has eyes that follow whoever she's talking to.

Diana is supposed to represent a higher intelligent form. That's why she wears more 'angelic-like' clothes.

Chaos views Diana like his mother.

I'm sorry If these facts don't interest you! I just fell in love with my own Au 😭

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Okay so a fic where reader is at a party where everyone else is drinking and she feel insecure about not drinking but then she realizes Tyler the most popular guy in school is also not drinking and they bond and it’s cute and fluffy 😭😭☺️☺️(probably high school Tyler!)

Drinks- Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: Peer pressure + bullying

Word Count: 1805

A/N: This took a while lmao but I think it's cute :)

The music was so loud I could barely think, and everyone was squeezed into every corner of the living room like this was the last party they’d ever get to attend. I could feel myself inching closer and closer to the wall, trying to make myself invisible. But my best friend’s voice kept popping into my head: “You’ll have fun! You’ll see! Just give it a try!” She’d said it as if she were trying to persuade me to jump out of a plane.

Apparently, high school parties weren’t much different.

I wasn’t anti-party; I just didn’t love being surrounded by people who seemed to morph after a couple of drinks. My friends were usually fine, but people I barely knew, like that guy weaving past me, eyes glassy and singing along to a song that wasn’t even playing? Not so much.

From across the room, my best friend waved at me enthusiastically, her own red cup lifted high. She pointed at me, then at her drink, making a motion like she was tipping it back. I mouthed back, ‘I’m good,’ but she just smiled and rolled her eyes, giving me a thumbs-up. She knew I didn’t drink, but somehow, she was convinced each party would be the one where I’d finally loosen up.

I sighed, scanning the room for a quiet corner. A group of girls from gym class wandered over just as I found a spot near the kitchen.

“Hey, aren’t you Y/N?” One of them smiled brightly, sizing me up. It was Stacey, with her signature red lipstick smeared across her lips and a cup already half-empty.

“Oh, yeah. I’m… I’m Y/N,” I managed, hoping they’d just say hi and keep moving. No such luck.

“Nice to see you out!” Stacey’s friend said with an amused grin. “Didn’t know you ever came to parties. And…” She glanced at my hands pointedly, eyebrows raising. “You’re empty-handed?”

“Yeah,” I said, trying to keep things light. “Not really drinking tonight.”

Stacey’s face fell into a mock pout. “What’s that about? You’re just gonna sit in a corner and judge us?”

“Oh no, no, nothing like that,” I said quickly, feeling my face go warm. “I just don’t really… drink.”

Stacey rolled her eyes and pushed a cup toward me. “Oh, come on. Just one. It’ll help you chill out. This stuff’s practically water anyway.”

I hesitated, looking down at the drink, my palms feeling damp. I could feel my smile slipping as I searched for an answer that would make them leave without making me seem rude. The last thing I needed was for them to think I was too good for a party drink.

“Hey,” a familiar voice cut in, calm and easy. “Maybe she’s good without it, Stacey.”

My eyes snapped up, meeting the face I’d seen around the hallways all year but never this close. Tyler Joseph, with his trademark half-smile, was looking between Stacey and me like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to be standing here.

Stacey’s expression shifted in a split second, from annoyed to something soft and wide-eyed. “Oh, Tyler! Didn’t see you there,” she said, voice going up a pitch. “We were just trying to help her get in the spirit, you know?”

Tyler didn’t look away from me, still smiling as if he could see straight through my unease. “I think she’s good. Right?” He looked at me directly, his voice calm, inviting me to take control back. 

I didn’t know what to say, I’d never been this close to him before. My best friend had told me they went to elementary school together and that he was cool but he’d never so much as acknowledged my existence. 

I nodded quickly, feeling grateful. “Yeah. Thanks.”

Stacey hesitated, then plastered on a grin. “Fine, fine. Your loss,” she said with a laugh that was way too forced. With a flick of her hair, she spun around and led her friends back to the chaos of the living room.

Once they were gone, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

“Thank you,” I said, glancing up at him, trying to play it cool even though my heart was beating a little faster than I’d like. “You really didn’t have to do that.”

He shrugged, leaning back against the wall next to me like we’d been friends all along. “I don’t like seeing people get pushed into things. Figured I’d step in before it got worse.”

I managed a small smile, even as I fidgeted with my bag strap. “Well, I appreciate it.”

He laughed, and the sound was warm, easy. “I know the type of girls they are. I’m honestly surprised they tried to drag you into it, though. Usually, they give up faster.”

“Maybe they just felt bad I wasn’t… participating,” I said, rolling my eyes at the word.

He looked down at me, one eyebrow raised in interest. “So, what, you don’t drink at all?”

I shook my head. “Not really my thing. I know that sounds boring.”

“Not really.” He smiled again, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “I’m not drinking tonight either.”

That caught me off guard. “You’re not?”

He shook his head, and for a second, I thought he was joking. Tyler Joseph, the guy everyone knew, always in the center of every social gathering and somehow friends with everyone from the jocks to the theater kids. If anyone here looked like they’d belong at a party, it was him.

“Nope. Not really a fan of it either.” He leaned back against the wall next to me, crossing his arms in a way that made him look effortlessly cool. “Figured I’d just show up, hang out, and see where the night goes.”

I looked at him, feeling an unexpected warmth spread through my chest. “That’s… actually kind of nice. I didn’t think anyone else felt like that.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, you’d be surprised. There’s more of us than you’d think.”

I smiled, feeling a little more relaxed as we stood there together, a bubble of calm in the middle of the loud, chaotic party. I hadn’t noticed how easy it was to talk to him. He was quiet for a moment, then nodded toward the kitchen. “Wanna go grab some soda or something? That way, if anyone else bothers you, you can at least say you’re ‘drinking’ something.”

I laughed, feeling a little lighter. “That’s actually a great idea.”

He led the way through the crowd, and as we reached the kitchen, I noticed a few people glancing our way. Not that I was surprised; Tyler seemed to have that effect on people, no matter where he went.

He opened the fridge and pulled out a can of Sprite, handing it to me before grabbing one for himself. “Cheers,” he said with a grin, tapping his can against mine.

“Cheers,” I echoed, smiling as we both took a sip. I wasn’t sure if it was the soda or the unexpectedness of this whole situation, but I felt more at ease than I had all night.

“So, what do you usually do on Friday nights?” he asked, leaning back against the counter and giving me his full attention.

I shrugged, suddenly aware of how mundane my answer sounded. “Honestly? I’m usually at home, probably reading or watching some tv.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Okay, that sounds a lot more interesting than you’re giving it credit for. What kind of stuff do you watch?”

“Oh, you know… true crime, some cartoons, sit-coms. That kind of thing. I’m a real geek for true crime though.”

“Good to know,” he said, nodding thoughtfully. “I’ll keep you in mind next time I need a random fact for trivia night.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “What about you? You’re at these parties all the time, right?”

He shrugged. “More or less. People think I like them, but I just keep showing up because it’s what people expect, you know?”

I tilted my head, intrigued. “So you’re saying you’re not secretly the party king?”

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Not even close. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like seeing people. But I’d rather talk to people than… whatever this is.” He gestured to the crowded living room, where someone was now loudly belting out a song I couldn’t even recognize.

“I get that.” I took another sip of my Sprite. “Sometimes, I feel like everyone’s trying so hard to have the perfect party experience that they kind of… forget to be themselves.”

He looked at me, something soft in his gaze. “Exactly. So, why’d you come, then?”

I shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed. “Peer pressure, I guess. My friend wanted me to come out. She thinks I need to get out of my shell.”

Tyler tilted his head, studying me. “Do you think that?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “Sometimes, maybe. But… I think I’m okay with who I am, you know? I just don’t fit into this whole scene.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” He gave me an encouraging smile. “Maybe the ‘scene’ should fit around you for a change.”

We stood in comfortable silence for a moment, sipping our drinks. Every now and then, someone would walk by and give Tyler a curious look, clearly surprised to see him talking to someone they probably assumed didn’t run in his circle. But he didn’t seem to care. In fact, he seemed to barely notice, as if the noise and chaos of the party had faded into the background.

“So, Y/N,” he said after a minute, his tone playful, “if you could be anywhere else right now, where would you be?”

I thought for a moment, tapping my fingers against the can. “Anywhere?”

“Anywhere,” he said, grinning. “The world is your oyster.”

“Alright.” I smiled, looking up at him. “There’s this little bookstore downtown. It’s tiny, but it’s open late, and they have these amazing armchairs. I’d probably be there right now, curled up with a book and some herbal tea.”

His smile widened. “Sounds like the perfect place. You know, I might have to check it out sometime.”

“You should,” I said, feeling a strange mix of excitement and comfort. “Maybe I’ll see you there.”

For the rest of the night, we stayed in the kitchen, talking about everything and nothing—favorite movies, random facts, dreams for the future. I barely noticed when my best friend texted me, asking where I’d gone, and I definitely didn’t notice when the party started to wind down. All I knew was that, for the first time at a party, I felt completely comfortable. And as Tyler laughed at one of my terrible jokes, I couldn’t help but think maybe I’d come to the right place after all.

//

REQUESTS OPEN

[cicadako]

hello!

I stumbled upon your art with the mermaid baby comics, and been reading your ocs stories for a few days now

and I'm loving your horror so much 😭❤️ the style and character designs and the stories themselves is just so ✨ I honestly didn't know such a thing could exist. and your use of color! 😭😭😭

I just finished "Letter for Mimi" and that one shot of lanterns going into the water just 🫠

could you pretty please share more about this story and the character? it's gonna haunt me for a while (in the best sense possible)

<3

Aww thank you! I had a lot of fun drawing short horror comics for the past few years. I got to experiment and learned a lot about comic making. Also it was a nice opportunity to showcase my ocs haha

About Letter for Mimi: It was inspired by a Taiwanese folk practice. The tradition is that the spirit tablet of a deceased women will be placed among her husband's ancestors. Which means those souls of whom were unmarried will have no place to rest, since her birth family won't take her in either because an unmarried daughter is a disgrace(yikes). In order to fix this, the dead woman's family will put her hair(or a sheet with her birthday written on it) and some money in a red envelope and place it somewhere visible or have lots of traffic. If an unsuspecting man picks it up then boom the family rush to surround this guy and he will have to marry this dead gal.

Thus there are many visual clues in the comic indicating an upcoming wedding. And the fish people circling Mimi congratulating her.

Also because it was for mermay I had to throw in some elements about drowned ghost being stuck in the location they died until they pull a living person into the water to take their place.

So in the end Mimi got a mandatory dead fish wife and probably went to live under the sea with her.

[deathofacupid]

I love ur clay Jensen work please it’s so fucking good 😭🫶🏼

Could I get a clay Jensen with a depressed reader ? Like she has a traumatic past and it gets triggered because liberty Highschool is never peaceful and clay basically comforts her? If you see this THANKS 😻🫶🏼

it'll get better | clay jensen

a/n: thanks for the req! i was in a huge writing spunk, and this got me out of it. also, i'm sorry this took so long! summary: liberty is a hard place to be in, but it's a little less hard when clay is there. warning: thoughts/mentions of su1c1de, depression, and death. overall, all thirteen reasons why warnings apply here. please don't read this if you aren't comfortable with this fic's contents, and you if, by and means, get triggered, don't hesitate to reach out to me! pairing: depressed!reader x clay jensen (no established relationship, but take it as you will!) word count: 1.1k+ words

you press the palms of your hands into your eyes, hard enough that you see colorful spots. outside, on the back stairs of the school, you finally feel like you're getting a break. like the whole world isn't yelling at you, isn't taunting or shaming.

you're so tired of your mind constantly reeling, and dumb kids, and the horrible, horrible thoughts. so tired of hearing her story over and over and over again. even if it's so selfish for you to think like that, you wish someone, anyone would look past it and take a break from her.

from the very second you stepped into this school, you've been surrounded by pain, and death, and- and it never stops. why does it never stop?

is it just you? are you the only one who can't stand hearing more? seeing more? living more?

first, it was jeff. and then hannah. then bryce. then monty. and you can't help but feel like it'll get worse, and worse, and never better. you hate that everyone's leaving, even if they're people you don't care about.

and you're sick of it. you're tired. and god, it's not the kind that sleep can fixed, because you've tried. you've tried sleeping more. too much, really, but then you drown in nightmares.

and after the nightmares, it's not like you can go back to sleeping. and you don't meaning going back to sleep after an hour, no, not at all.

you mean days. you mean weeks. you mean months.

people die, and die, and die, and they only mourn for days, it feels like, and then the horrid, horrid jokes begin.

you wouldn't even be able to die in peace, knowing that they'd ridicule you.

no, no, no, you don't want to be a spectacle. you just want... to rest, indefinitely. why is it so hard to do that?

no, hannah wasn't a coward.

she was brave.

and you never knew her, but you knew her. you knew her in the way no one else might ever, because you are her. in a sad, sad way.

and you never knew her, but it still hurt. it hurt because you knew she was good. she was joy, at least for everyone else.

and you never knew her, but you knew clay. and you knew clay saw that joy.

and you never knew her, but it broke something in you.

you can faintly hear the sounds of the creak back door opening, despite the loud beating of your heart in your chest. there's some shuffling of sneakers on the grainy concrete, and you hear someone take a seat beside you.

you don't feel like looking up. maybe if you don't acknowledge their existence, they won't actually be there. right? a soft voice goes, "hey."

it's clay. you know it's clay. you can tell by the quiet, yet worried, lilt in his voice.

"hi," you mumble back, face still buried in your knees, which are pulled into your chest.

his uncanny awkwardness suffocates you more than anything else, (un?)surprisingly.

"are- are you okay?" he tries.

"yes." it's a mumbled, half-assed reply.

"are you sure?"

"yes."

it's quiet for a beat. then he throws you for a curve when he wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. he's warm and soft, and he smells like... tire grease?

what would he be smelling like tire grease for? was he at tony's? tony's garage, you mean? when would he have had time to be there? had he been skipping class, too? did he only just get back? but he came from inside, didn't he?

with clay, you should be used to having an plethora of questions, and tiny, quarter-built ant pile of answers.

you should be.

doesn't mean you are.

you would ask, but you're trying to avoid anything hannah-related. tony is definitely hannah-related. clay is hannah-related, too, but that's different. you could be by clay's side forever, and you wouldn't get sick of it.

it's really nice, just the two of you, pressed against each other in the cool autumn air. it's nice enough that you almost forget.

but you don't. you can't, not really. not when it's so predominant over anything else. that's what liberty high is. a place where all the bad things overpower the good ones.

when people think of liberty high, they think of death.

they think of unfortunate accidents. they think of suicide. they think of murder. they think of violence and violation.

and god, don't even get started on the tapes.

you hate the tapes. you hate the tapes more than you hate yourself, or more than you hate this terrible place. you hate the tapes more than you hate bryce, or monty, or any of those kids. more than you hate jessica, or alex, or tyler, or tony, or zach, or ryan, or skye, or chloe, or ani, or sheri, or courtney, or winston, or diego, or marcus, or cyrus.

and yes, you hate them, and yes, you know some of them don't deserve that, but no, you can't help it.

and you can't even just leave, because this will follow you around for the rest of your life and you'll never know what you did know - or maybe you did know.

and what truly, really sucks is that no matter where you go, all this follows you around. you've been surrounded by pain and hurt, and it never seems to get any better.

but if you told anyone any of this, they'd send you to a shitty ward, and that'd be it. and all your thoughts just keep going like this, around and around, like a twisted merry-go-round that keeps getting faster and faster. or like a spiral that never ends, but just gets tighter and tighter. and you don't even know if anything—

"will it ever get better?" you ask, a sort of shakiness in your voice.

"i don't know," he admits. "can it really get worse?"

it's rhetorical and you know it, but you answer anyways. "probably."

he then decides to change his answer. "it'll get better. it has to."

you hum, doubtful. he continues, "the way we treat each other. and the people who haven't been doing that right, they'll get outed. i know they will."

"how? what about the trial? remember that?" it's not supposed to be snarky, it's really just a genuine question.

"yeah. but he didn't really win. bryce got murdered. he got what he deserved." it's blunt, and you can't help but wince.

"what about the others? who hurt hannah?"

"they owned up to it, didn't they? they're okay with coming out with the truth, because they know what they did was wrong. bryce didn't. he took his win with stride, as if it was privilege."

"owning up or not, it doesn't change they fact that she'd dead," you murmur.

he's quiet again. "i guess not. but at least it won't happen again."

you think about yourself for a moment. "how do you know?"

"i don't. i just hope. because the better we get, the better things will get. there's always a reason to live. you just... have to look."

and so you do. you lift your head, and clay turns to face you. right into his deep eyes, and you know behind the demeanor he holds, they're full of love and compassion.

you look, and you see.

"okay," you say finally.

because maybe he's right. maybe things will get better. because you aren't alone, maybe not really.

and maybe you're allowed to acknowledge that it won't get better in just a day. or a week. or a month.

but there's a little bit of hope that it will get better.

and you have clay there with you. you trust him. you know there's truth in what he's saying. you know he'd never lie to you.

that being said, it'll get better.

[risingscorchingsuns]

What was hikaru's transition experience in the corps? How did they take his coming out (if that happened)? How easy was it for him to get care (you said shinobu did his top surgery)?

This is a great question! Unfortunately Hikaru being trans is one of the most historically inaccurate parts of his story, if not medically, then definitely socially. I use a lot more modern methods and language because I wanted Hikaru to be trans similarly to how I am. It’s my canon-accurate Achilles Heel 😭

Don’t get me wrong, trans people definitely existed back in the Taisho period!! We’ve always been here, but back then we were recorded a little differently, generally regarded as “women in men’s clothing”, et cetera. I will never deny their existence, and Hikaru being modern with his gender expression isn’t meant as erasure or denial to them, but as an expression of myself via a fictional character. Their existence is real, and valid, and they are no less trans than Hikaru- at the end of the day, he’s my silly little self insert, and I wanted to write his experiences based off of mine. If the focus of Hikaru’s story was his gender journey, I would put more emphasis on the time period and the difficulties surrounding being trans in the Taisho period, but the themes surrounding Blazing Heart’s Rhapsody are acceptance and solace found within family, and love in spite of war. This isn’t a story about trans people- Hikaru just happens to be trans ☺️

Hikaru realized he was a boy very very young, (probably around 6 or 7) and his father, Hiroki, encouraged him to live in whatever fashion made him feel most comfortable. Because Hikaru grew up in the woods with only his father and little brothers, he was never really socialized as a woman or a man- he was just Hikaru, the oldest Eritora child. He likely hit puberty while living on his own in the Sumitomo Forest, but didn’t experience dysphoria until he was found by the Kochos when he was 16. When he was brought into the Corps, Hikaru experienced gender norms full-force for the first time. It wasn’t really that they didn’t support Hikaru being trans, it was more that he didn’t fit. He was Different, and that made him Othered. For the first time, Hikaru was struggling with where he belonged, and that was when he started to really learn the societal importance placed on gender roles. Additionally, Hikaru is neurodivergent, so these norms never made much sense to him logically in the first place. So while he never really had to come out, he did have to fit in, which was difficult for him to navigate. He talked to Shinobu, who in all her medical expertise, gave him the best advice she could. She was the one who helped him hormonally transition, (if she can inject herself with 700x the lethal dose of wisteria without fucking poisoning herself, she can probably make Hikaru’s testosterone. She’s iconic like that I think.) and ultimately it was Shinobu who helped Hikaru figure out where he stood in terms of gender identity. Hikaru is a self-made man in every sense of the phrase, but he couldn’t have done it without the help of those around him.

As for top surgery, I don’t really have a canon-friendly justification for that. Shinobu’s not a plastic surgeon, she’s probably done minor surgeries before, but never anything to the level of gender-affirming surgery. I feel like she’d DIY that shit tbh. She could pull it off. I’d let her do my top surgery. Shinobu says trans rights 🗣️

Thank you for this ask!!! I rarely get to do longform Hikaru analysis :D

[gl1tt3r-gutz-and-r0b0tz-sl]

IDK IF THERE'S ERRORS, I ALREADY SUBMITTED IT 😭😭

The comic will go onto so much more depth on the characters and theor designs, but I couldn't really with this assignment.

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It’s unknown how humans were made, how they were formed, how they came to be. Was it a god? Was it a Big Bang? But, humans historically have grown to love to play creator. They love to make, to materialize. Whether it be their stories, their religions, their characters, their lives, themselves; they love to make.

One of the things humanity had created was technology. In its roughest form, technology was made of stone, mud, straw, made for tools, toys, and weapons. With hundreds of thousands of millenia, technology has evolved, it grew to be metal, sometimes covered in a shell of plastic or silicone.

Human-like forms of technology had been made and envisioned at least three million years ago.

Other than creating, humans loved to destroy, especially creating things in order to destroy.

People in the twenty-first century thought their world would be ending already due to the growth of artificial intelligence. Little did those poor souls know that… oh, their species would survive, slowly, painfully, being picked apart one by one at a time. If the wars they had caused against themselves didn't kill them, their own creations would millions of earthly cycles later.

A creature of hate was not born from love like the flesh she was made to wear. That creature was named Yui. 唯; Alone, only, sole. How fitting. She did not get the respect of receiving a last name. She was a freak of nature, a ‘beautiful accident’ as her creators referred to her as.

She held the same features of one possessing Asian descent, though her innards were not the same as the many others surrounding her.

Humans, surprisingly, have kept their features. Though, many of them have more symmetrical features and “perfect” genetics, thanks to science and the mass-genocide of those who the wackjobs up top believed weren’t pretty enough to breed the next hundreds of generations.

So, Yui’s classmates weren’t very odd looking like one might have expected those millions of years ago. But God, did those years not do anything for all of their personalities.

Existing as a being of near divinity was difficult to traverse, especially in a school setting.

The school she was in was not similar to the academic establishments of the past, even though the prison feeling was still the same, if not amplified. No, this place was more of a boot camp than anything. It trained them to kill, to hunt, to be merciless.

Yui never really understood it.

The humans were fighting her kind, or what her insides were.

They were called Yeager Units, war machines that brought havoc and suffrage wherever they stepped foot.

Originally used in the human-on-human wars a few centuries ago, the Yeager Units had grown to be sentient using their base motherboard AI to branch off of. They could make their own decisions, they could feel what they believed was emotion, but they could never touch, never see through human eyes, never taste or smell, they were doomed to their metal shells for the rest of their existence. Some ran away, trying to find a way to be free, to venture away from the shackles of their previous masters.

Others decided to put use to their original programming; fighting back against the hands that crafted and killed them.

After centuries of yet more bloodshed, one of the Units was captured and detained, one with the highest kill count with their own bare hands, that alone being at least seventeen million people, mostly soldiers, some single men and women, but never children or their families, or expecting mothers. The Unit’s reasons for sparing those groups was odd, but perhaps it acted out of its base programming, that being to protect the weakest of the groups of humans and slaughter the most capable.

Regardless, that Unit was under strict restrictions and supervision, tested on, recorded, documented, the whole nine yards. The researchers got to play with their newest toy, and the Unit got to study them in return with meticulous precision.

A girl, unnamed and rejected from her home due to her oddity in complexion and appearance, was placed with this Unit.

The Girl was albino, her skin as white as the snow the children only learn about in books and her hair whiter than a water lily, that, like snow, did not exist any longer.

The Girl was not very little. In fact, she wasn’t much of a child at that. While young, the unnamed albino was nineteen years old.

Her and the Unit became ‘fast friends’ if that would be the best way to describe their dynamic. The pair had a sense of comradery with one another, their shared loneliness now becoming a part of their bonding to one another.

Something had happened.

One of the researchers was speaking to their team members.

They looked at the pair.

A switch was pulled.

The lights went out.

A command was made.

And a blood curdling scream rang out.

That’s all Yui can remember when she wakes every night.

This night, she sat up in her bed and climbed out, mindful to not wake her roommate as she slowly slid the window open.

After climbing and scaling up the walls of the base, she sat herself on the edge of the rooftop, adjusting her body to get comfortable.

Silence had fallen over the night like a soft, cool blanket, with the exception of some of the artificial noises of crickets and other forest animals played to soothe some of the lighter sleepers.

Yui tilted her head up to the sky, the moon’s light cascading down onto her body, the deathly pale skin on her face glittering from it.

Her eyes fell down to her hand that she had positioned palm-up to the sky. She flexed her fingers gently, the servos and joints under the skin making soft whirrs with every movement.

Yui’s white hair fell in front of her eyes as she tilted her head down more, a frown gracing her lips.

What was she?

Who was she?

She’d never fully know right now.

But that was the least of her concern when her sensors picked up a strong, very present signal. Yui’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she rose to her feet, scanning the area for signature of a foe before finding her target. Without a second thought, she threw herself off of the edge of the roof, tucking and rolling to stick out her fall, and began to progress towards the source of the disturbance.

End

This was for school, so it's relatively short, I hope o have the time to revamp it later. And it's only for the creation part of Yui, not the full story.

[local-limebug]

1, 5, 8, 12 for the dbd ask game :)

omg hi thank you so much for the asks !!!

1. Who is your favourite character?

i cannot choose between the core four i'm sorry 😭 they're all such interesting and well written characters, i feel like it's impossible to choose between them. they're all super fun to watch and analyze, especially in regards to my own personal experiences and how i relate to each of them on some level. but if i absolutely had to choose, it would most likely be edwin. i just love him so much as a character, and how well he's written. he's so kind and so bitchy at the same time. i absolutely love edwin. i've also never seen a queer character's arc of coming to terms with their sexuality written like edwin's, and i just absolutely adore him as a character.

5. Which character do you relate to the most?

edwin again. i relate to all of them on some level, from charles' anger to crystal's "mean girl who got nicer" arc to niko being a shut in (all things i've been through) but that experience of feeling immensely lonely despite being loved and having friends, of being through trauma that's made you guarded and quiet and kind of bitchy, of being surrounded by supportive people but still being affected by growing up in a homophobic society, all just hits really close to home. edwin's "you can't just do things based on how you feel at the moment" and his reliance on logic is also something i really relate to, as someone whose emotions lie to them quite a lot. i just really relate to edwin on so, so many levels.

8. A headcanon you have (that you havent seen talked about yet)!

i am a firm believer of the "niko has siblings" agenda. she gives me youngest sibling vibes, like the baby of the family, yk? in my head, she definitely has one older brother, and maybe an older sister too. i've been picturing her brother as ~20 years old, and her sister maybe 17 or 18? but yes, i very very firmly believe niko has older siblings, or at least an older brother. i recognize this holds no bearing on the story but it's important to me.

12. If you existed in the universe would you hang around as a ghost? (What would you do?)

i mean, if i had a choice, then yes. i wouldn't want to be a ghost forever, but definitely for some time. not sure how long before i decide to move on but probably at least a few years. so long as i had a friend with me, i think i'd really enjoy it. i would miss sleeping and eating, i think, but i definitely would not miss having to maintain my body or whatever. and i would do a lot of stuff but especially mirror travel around the world. idc if it takes me years to master, i would love to just walk around seeing new sights and people. i would go to so many concerts of my favourite bands and musicians, and since i would have an eternity, i'd probably pick up some new skills while i'm at it. learn a new language, maybe some magic. i also recently moved countries, so i'd definitely go and visit home. haunt the city i grew up in, yk?

again, thank you so so much for the asks, i loved doing this !! feel free to send me any more if you'd like <33

[tongue-like-a-razor]

I would like to know your opinion on something. So, I've always loved Tom Cruise, ever since I was a kid. I never cared much about Hollywood, but I always loved Tom, his films marked my childhood and adolescence and his personal story inspired me. But, now as an adult, knowing all the other things he does in his personal life, Scientology, abandoning his child and all the drama he caused because because of it only leaves me with a bitter taste in my mouth. And it's not something that should be avoided or ignored, it's too important for that. I feel like the moment you try to “forget” about it just makes you as trashy as he is. That naive admiration I had when looking at him before just doesn't exist anymore and it's kind of depressing. But even so, I like interacting with content about him, in a way, I still feel a little of that nostalgia and feelings that I had when watching his films again. Being his fan, how do you feel?

Ooh I really love this question! I am a fan and have been since I was a kid! The original Top Gun was like a yearly family movie night at our house so there is definitely some nostalgia surrounding it, as well as many of his other films.

I can’t say I love Tom for the person he is because I don’t know him. But I do admire what he’s done for the movie industry. When I say I love him, I mean it in a very surface level way (his films, his arms 🥵, his charisma).

However, I’d be lying if I said that his personal life/choices didn’t bother me. And I agree that it’s so disappointing because it absolutely affects how I feel about him and almost puts a threshold on how much I can like him.

That being said, as much as I don’t understand his actions, the fact that I don’t personally know him makes it harder to pass judgement and makes me wonder if I even should. I admit I don’t read a lot of tabloids/gossip so I may not know everything you know, but I sometimes wonder if he’s not a victim. I personally have known several people brainwashed by various cults to the point where extracting them became extremely dangerous and nearly impossible. Cults are also known to blackmail people to keep them from leaving and he strikes me as someone with a lot to lose. For all we know, he decided to abandon his daughter for her own safety. Again, I don’t know many details so, if you know for a fact that I’m wrong, let me know!

Truthfully, I like to pretend that he’s stuck just for my own peace of mind, even though I know it’s naive 😅 However, I also am a believer in separating artists from their work. I love Earnest Hemingway as an author, even though he was a notorious misogynist. Some of his works make me extremely angry, but I fucking love the way he writes 😭 HP is another example. I’ve always loved Harry Potter, but not JK for obvious reasons. I think Axl Rose is one of the most talented musicians ever despite him being a complete asshole according to many, many people. Basically, I allow myself to love the artists’ works without actually loving the artists.

And I do love Tom’s work. Which makes me a fan, not necessarily of him as a person, but of him as an artist. I may be a little obsessed with how he looks because have you seen him?? But I absolutely agree with you that I am often conflicted in terms of how much I can like someone who is potentially a shitty human being.

Phew that was a lot! Hopefully I didn’t ramble too much. Thanks for making me think this hard on a Monday 😆

[wolfpawzjakey]

Postumum [Posthumous] - the cognomen that really existed in ancient Rome for children born after the death of their father.

It was given automatically without the consent of the mother or relative.

Therefore, when Aisha Emilia was born and her birth is registered, after her personal name and middle name they put Postuma, - a posthumous daughter, brands and the first grief in her tiny life woven right into her name.

When Percy gets his and Jason's daughter's birth certificates in his hands, he screams so hard that his vocal cords tear - the pipes in the hospital explode.

By the way, I really like your answers, regardless of whether they are short or long and how you label them - Anon.

Ughhhhhhh ouch ooo yeowch

Percy getting the certificate, already exhausted and practically beaten into the ground that he just crumbles. He’s not a quiet, silent crier this time, he lets out all of his pain in multiple screams, his throat growing raw to the point he can taste the iron. He’s surrounded by people and yet they do nothing for him, he’s alone in one of the worst ways possible, and he and his will have to live with that memory forever. Postuma is forever ingrained in her name, forever a reminder of what he’s lost, what he was so close to have and what he’ll never have again.

Percy screams with rage, sadness and guilt. If he had never been in this situation, he could’ve saved Jason, he could been the one to die, or they could’ve gone together and Percy would’ve been able to do something. But he couldn’t, he can’t, so he cries, he cries past the point of losing his voice, cries into he’s hacking and gagging on spit and air, cries until he has no more energy to spare. He cries until he can no longer keep his eyes open. He’ll cry for a good long time, but he’ll make sure for Jason at least that he’ll never make their daughter think he’s crying because of her.

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ANON THANK YOU FOR YOUR COMPLIMENTS 😭😭 THANK YOU FOR FUELING MY CREATIVITYYYYYY

[ivantillceo]

sorry if it's not cool to ask but, while i imagine ivantill is your fav ship, who's your fav alnst character? i don't know many other fans besides like, my partner x]

OH EM GEE THANK YEW FOR ASKING THIS PLS I LOVE TALKING ABOUT ALNST 😭😭

okay so this is just gonna be a big yap session .

spoilers for alien stage below the cut

my favorite ship is absolutely ivantill , they are my everything ... but my favorite character is stuck between till and luka .

a lot of people don't like luka which is understandable considering a lot of his character is surrounded around his manipulative behavior , which is totally understandable ! luka distributes a lot of manipulative behaviors , and it's often seen as his tactic to win different rounds , such as using till's trauma and hallucinations against him in order to win ( pretty much ; he mirrored ivan's actions , which led to till getting triggered and messing up , which resulting in him losing points . )

however , i see myself a lot in luka , in some weird way . luka canonically has a lot of disabilities due to genetic modification i think , he has asthma and heart disease and chronic migraines , and it's implied that he has some sort of personality disorder ( either npd or aspd ) , due to the fact he also canonically has low - no empathy , and experiences self destructive behaviors , as confirmed in the art book .

" ... allowing anyone to approach him, he does not care if others are hurt in the process. He has no qualms about trampling on others to move forward, but no one knows for sure if that is really because of his evil nature. "

" ... Luka’s actions, which were self-destructive and also harmed others, revealed a pure child who at the same time seemed to prove the theory of innate evil, his existence could not be accepted only for his beauty. In the end, he believed that no one could understand him, and since even trying to be understood made no sense, he sank even more into his own world. "

the behaviors of him , the self destruction , the lack of care about his actions and the idea that nobody will understand him is something i see myself in a lot , which is why i actually enjoy his character a lot . he's written incredibly well , even if he's supposed to be an immoral character .

i also just tend to love characters that are appear to be angelic but are actually full of flaws and bad character traits . something about that trope , the irony of it , has also always spoken to me and always appealed to me .

now on to till :3

a lot of my love for till comes from my own media memories about being ivan . i love till for both who he is in canon , but also because of my own identity as ivan , if that makes any sense .

till in canon also has qualities that i see myself in a lot . his rebellious nature always made him a target for the abuse from his alien kidnappers , and that's something ive always seen in myself . he also has a lot of loyalty , specifically for mizi , going so far as to abandon his opportunity for freedom because of how much he loved her and because of how he didn't want to abandon her . he's described as the most shy and timid out of them all in a now deleted tweet by VIVINOS , but he also has a different side of him that is rebellious and he can flip his personality like a switch . it's something ive always found so fascinating about him :3

a lot of my love for till also comes from the fact that one of my fps id's till , so my fp and till kinda are rhe same person in my mind , which makes my love for him a lot stronger .

thank you for letting me ramble , i love when people ask about my interests , ir always makes me feel better /gen 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[poisonioushearts]

Self aware Narmer?

Been trying to keep updating to stay on top of things and the requests, so here's this!

Guess who on vacation? Tis I. So I'll be writing on those long car rides.

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: not proofread, probably some grammatical errors

Self aware Narmer(and being the players favorite)

One of the first who's not impressed by "the fine demeanor, magnificent outfit, and air of majesty"(as quoted from his Career I), is you. And to you...he doesn't even truly exist. (😭)

He is quite a mysterious person, not many can get close to him.

People often try to do so, for whatever motive. Most likely, it's for their own gain.

You however, managed to learn more about him in a few days than the others who have failed in years.

As you may know, he's an avid reader. Anyone else will find him reading about miracles, mystery, history, or even trying to find more about you. Even going as far as making notes as to your reactions to the main story, event story, bounties, preferences of characters, even what he can see from the background of your surroundings.

Perhaps others will provide him with information, no? They must be as curious about you as he is.

Your favoritism towards him, he's not entirely surprised from the attention. He is, however, a little surprised that it's not the negative kind of attention.

Your constant use of him, allows him to keep exploring.

You often have him in your team for a lot of things, so even when you are offline and not playing, he has the chance to explore the places where battles may take place. Or he may rest to prepare for when you log in.

Zelmer's a proud child. Also quite nervous, poor thing gets deja vu her her parents :(

His morals of wanting everyone to gather together and defeat the miracles are easier with you. You just want fighters, supports, defenders, etc-and you don't really care what side they are on. Just that they get the job done.

Thanks for reading! Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[my-name-is-apollo]

Your blog is a wonderful oasis, a happy and comfy place for someone who loves Apollo (and Artemis equally, but many people who loves her, hates her brother and i can't look at those posts 😭) and is surrounded by negative comments or people talking shit about him, thank you so much for exists in this world 🥺🫶

The pleasure is mine anon, I'm glad that other Apollo lovers like my blog <3

[nani-nonny]

So okay, idk and i forgot how long it's been since i read the last chapter but god this is good! It's like that one funny sound effect "God it's so good! It's so good and tasty!" This chapter is like this!!

It's so good that my cheek hurts from smiling and i can't stop smiling and i blame you for it/lh/hj

Seeing how F!Leo knock on the door and try to mimic his move is bringing me to nostalgia of the past i remember doing something like this with my parents and i end up getting laughed at (because it is!!)

Baby Lou punching the door with her baby hand made me laugh and melt immediately xD when they entered and April was nervous? God i felt so bad for her and i wasn't the one who destroyed drax.

Then she explodes - rightfully - after Leo asked her and even call out how rude it is to cut people off which i find satisfied?! Because people cut me off and see it normal and am like "Excuse me, am not done talking" and she explains how despite how cruel it was and how fucked up it was, it was still draxum from the PAST!! You can't take your anger out on him!!!

And bro took it like a G, he took it like a champ!! Eve tho Leo feel 80% guilty - am about to end that 20% off - draxum deserves an apology.

About the trip thing? When April mentioned it i was like "Why didn't f!Leo remember it if it was planned out??" And it's turned out last minute planned!! Tho part of me see it fair i have multiple questions like: Why take CJ?! Shouldn't he see his baby sister and spend peaceful time with his dad? Are they gonna leave F!Leo half injured and dip?! Will they take draxum or throw him back in his apartment or just leave him in medbey?! God!! Justice for the alchemist!!

And then Donnie finally acknowledging Leo and baby Lou's existence is making me happy and laughing like bro really didn't hear the door open or them talking or even April snapping?! Bruh.

AND HE MADE A CRIB for baby lou!! I was like, didn't future draxum knew this would happen?! And since the crib happened, will the mini fridge happen too??👀👀 imagine a smoll fridge connected to her crib!!

AND TGEN THE STAR OF THE SHOW APPEAR!! RAPHAEL!!! MY BABY!! Who rightfully a tiny, bit traumatized. And when he held baby lou in his palm?! AWWWW I WAS FEELING GIDDINES IN MY STOMACH!! THE GOOD TYPE!! LORD I CAN IMAGINE HOW SMOLL SHE IS!! AND HOW BIG RAPH'S PALM IS! 😭✨✨✨✨

And then little Leo appear and demand future Leo's ass back in the bed!

Seeing how big Leo is just trying to shield baby lou as he goes to sleep.. And that realization she's his baby? God it's perfect.. So perfect

*twirls hair* I’m glad you like it, I wrote it thinking of you and hoping you’d enjoy the soft moments! :D

April is such a great character I love her so much :) I liked her portion so much

Oh! About the trip! It was in the last chapter, but Splinter explained that it’s for Leonardo to get to know the baby, especially since CJ already had some time with her while he was unconscious! And it was also explained that CJ would return to the lair after the third day on the trip! Yeah, I probably should have made a heads up to check the previous chapter for a little reminder of where we are hehe

We’ll find out about Draxum and the trip in the next chapter hehe

Donnie is just like me hehe hyper focused and unaware of his surroundings while working on something :) but isn’t it so thoughtful and so “Donnie” to be building something for the new family member? <3

Raphy almost like F!Raphael, so cautious with the baby but years of experience separates the two! While F!Raph is comfortable and confident in holding his niece, Raphy is so afraid hahaha!

Lil Leo is such a mood killer /j (he’s just very concerned about his patient hahaha!)

But the ending was my favorite part hehe baby and papa are so cute :))))

Thanks for reading and leaving your fun comment/review like always sniper! I wrote this one for you so I’m glad you like it! I made sure to make it super soft :) <3

[therealms-number1angirl]

The Demon King Chapters 3-6

05/25/24

Chapter Three:

First Willo mention 🥹

This just makes the ending so much sadder 🤧

WTF???

Bird 😔 🪦

Han being awkward around a girl is so funny. He's so relatable.

There were so many hints 😭

That's mother 🫶

You know when a character is introduced as being so perfect there is no way they really are that good, and they're just gonna disappoint you? Willo is proof that that is not always the case ❤️

SHE WAS THE MOTHER THAT STEPPED UP!!!

Bird is gonna regret saying this if you know what i mean 😭

HE IS RIGHT AND HE SHOULD SAY IT!

Han, you slut (affectionate)

BABY GIRL 😖 (Gavan when i catch you 😤)

Dancer didn't even know yet 😖

Chapter Four:

I remember that this was the chapter I started reading the book again. It was a Friday and I had actually stolen this book from someone else's hold, so I knew that I had to finish it soon before they missed it. So, I sat in my 8th grade homeroom and started reading.

Cinda did such a good job of showing us just how different Han and Raisa's lives were with the smallest of sentences. Like, Magret telling Raisa that her old clothes being sent to Ragmarket being equivalent to being thrown away to her, meanwhile that's how most people Han knows get clothes.

HOLY CRAP THEY GOT IT RIGHT 😭

Just giggling at Raisa looking over her room, knowing that it actually was Hanalea's old rooms.

Tears

Pls don't stick with that thought, Rai 🙏

Don't worry, Raisa. The guy that you picked will woo you up until you agree to marry him, and decades after that 🫶

I love her so much 🤧

She's so real for that

Fiona 😒

I wonder why 😒

QUEEN 👏

Bitch, know your audience 😭

All bow before the queen, Raisa ana'Marianna 🫶

Adam, you beautiful soul 👏

Micah being the first to bring up that the story of the Demon King isn't totally accurate is hilarious since the breaking was actually caused by his ancestors, not Han's. (Also, Raisa's reaction to him asking questions compared to Han telling her a completely different story that she's always known makes my heart fluttery)

Raisa has always been the smartest in the room, and I love that for her, but it also makes me sad for her

My note for the first mention of Vega is literally just "fufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufu--"

Chapter Five:

I have a very distinct memory of reading this part the first time. I had just got home that Friday, and was prepared to finish this by the end of the weekend. I locked myself in my family's living room and read this, even tho i didn't understand like half of the lore surrounding it.

That being said, this book is way more enjoyable now that I understand the lore about the demon king and the wars and the other realms.

🤭

Han is such a nerd (affectionate)

Oh, sweetie...

It just makes me happy, okay?

The pieces were always there 😭

Thanks a lot, Cinda. Now I'm crying again.

This is literally me and my grandma smh

This is why I have to give Raisa her props whenever I can, because my girl needs all the love she can get.

LMAO

I know it's been 6 years since i read this book, and i kinda sped through this one, but how did I forget this whole Southie plot line?

Quick question, what is the other realm? We know Fellsmarch, Arden, Tamron, We'enhaven, Bruinswallow, and this chapter reminded me of the existence of the Southern Isles, but what is the seventh one? It's not Carthis is it?

FIRST CAT MENTION, MY BABY GIRL <3

I'm not crying, you are 😭

Baby boy 🥺

Hanson, that is your future wife that you're talking about 😒