#too lazy to add information sorry

[nyctoxi]

Pokémon ocs but it's all ghost type oops 👻

👻 Minette (♀️) and Grimm (♂️) 👻

👻 Mimzy (♀️) and Echna (♂️) 👻

[lakesparkles]

(I almost forgot to post it here)

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!! (It's still some hours away to me)

Are you guys feeling it this year? Because I'm not AT ALL. But still, I tried drawing some stuff even that I'm not feeling very motivated lately - reason I had not posted here for a while. If the colors and everything look a bit weird it's because I'm still drawing on my brother's computer because mine isn't working yet...

Alright, some information about the drawings:

- I started reading the Scott Pilgrim comics and Scollace is so real!!! Now I get why people ship them omg

- This one hehe... Don't be mad that I didn't add Julie even if most people wanted to,, I got lazy, I'm so sorry (this makes more sense on Instagram because I made a poll about this)

- At least she's here, right?? Pls don't take this one too seriously

- Some Adventure Time stuff! My mother and I planned to do a AT Christmas tree that would look like this, but we didn't so I drew it instead

- I like Mr Peanutbutter and I like reindeer. I miss drawing my fav yellow dog

[lenoraah]

𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘢

pairing - george russell x wife!reader

summary - reader and George always been friend of a friend of a friend, but the 2022 Las Vegas GP and one night out partying with tequila changes out, they only find out until a year later

a/n - this is going to be full of dirty, dirty secrets between characters. i imagine reader to have short raven hair and, weirdly specifically, a tattoo of angel wings with a heart in between them on her chest. but of course the hair color won’t be black and the tattoo might be mentioned…. also reader’s best friend is Daniel Ricciardo and she will have another best friend (who will be named Anastasia) because I need another character and I’m to lazy to add another driver who fits the vibe 🥴 idk, this is so random :) p.s not proofread

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“Look what I found!”

Daniel sing-songs happily as he enters the room. He clutches a leather covered book in his hands as a shit-eating grin covers his face.

“What did you find now Daniel?” Y/n sighs as she smiles a little at the excitement in her best friend’s eyes.

“A photo album that someone has been hiding.” Daniel glances at Anastasia who shrugs and sticks her tongue out.

George walks in with a three cups of coffee in his hands just as Daniel is about to open his mouth and the book.

“Hi Georgie,” Stassie teases as George hands her the steaming cup of caffeine.

The Brit rolls his eyes and hands Daniel his coffee next.

“Hi George,” Y/n makes her appearance known and George jumps in surprise.

“Hi Y/n,” George says as a tinted pink color covers his cheeks. “Sorry, I would gotten you coffee too if someone would’ve told me you were here.”

George narrow his eyes at Daniel who scoffs.

“Here, you can have my cup.” Daniel hands his cup to Y/n who glances at George and then smiles sheepishly as she takes it.

“Yeah it’s not like he needs it anyway, he’s all sunshine and rainbows.” Ana snort laughs and George smiles little.

Daniel rolls his eyes and sits down at the armchair next to him.

“Let’s see what’s in here,” The Australian opens the book and raises an eyebrow at the first photo.

“What? What is it?” Ana leans over and tries to take a look but Daniel pulls away, leaning to the other side of the chair.

“It’s you,” Daniel can’t help but start laughing uncontrollably as he flips the album to show George and Y/n.

The picture is of Anastasia as a toddler with a party hat on her head of strawberry blonde hair and frosting covering her hands and body.

Ana screeches reaching for the book but Daniel only keeps laughing as he keeps looking over the book.

The find pictures of George and Daniel in racing gear and with helmets too big for their heads. Y/n and Ana doing baby antics like putting their foot in their mouth or throwing food around with a toothless grin on their face.

“Uh, woah, what is this?” Daniel’s face scrunches together as he pulls the book closer to his face.

“What? What is it?” Anastasia leans over to read and her jaw drops the moment she sees the document in the album.

“What is it?” George and Y/n both tug their brows together and all four of their eyes widen when they like in the realization of the information of the paper in front of them.

“The two of you of married?”

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“Uh huh, yep, thank you.”

Anastasia sighs and places her phone on the table before she sits down.

“So? What is it? Are we married or not.” Y/n nudges at Anastasia’s elbow and bounces in her seat.

“Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, you are the Mrs Russell.”

George and Y/n share a look and Daniel and Stassie can only open their mouths in wonder before closing them.

It was a mistake. They could barely remember stumbling into the church and having the drunkest smiles on their faces as they said yes.

The feelings and emotions were hidden for so long until finally their intrusive thoughts finally took over; at a church, in Las Vegas while they were both drunk.

“What’s the next step?” Daniel asks quietly.

“Uh, I think it’s time we talk it out.” George ushers both Daniel and Anastasia out the door.

The two both sigh once their friends leave and they are left alone.

George glances at Y/n’s form. She looks out at the window with her knees brought up to her chest. Her tattoo is visible through her lavender tank top.

“I love you, you know?” George kneels down in front of Y/n and takes her hands in his.

“I know and I love you too. But we both knew that eventually that is we were going to have to talk about it.” The y/h/c smiles sheepishly as her tries to avoid George’s eyes.

“I know, and we’ll figure it out. Because you’re my wife, ring or no ring.”

“Well, a ring wouldn’t be that bad.” Y/n mumbles and George laughs.

“Yeah, we’ll make it work.”

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five years later-

”Henry, please stop running again.”

“Mummy! Mummy, look! Daddy’s on TV.” The four year old happily grins as he points at the screen which is playing reruns of moments from the race.

“Yes, he is darling. Please sit down,” Y/n presses a kiss on her son’s head who happily obliges with his eyes glued on the TV.

Y/n sighs and runs a hand through Henry’s hair and watches as George’s post-race interview plays.

A light tug on the bottom on Y/n’s sweatpants makes her tear her attention away from watching her husband’s face on the TV screen.

The toddler wobbles in her place as she hold onto her mother’s leg for support. Y/n picks up her one year old and sets her right above her belly.

Henry turns around and faces his mother, his small hands resting on Y/n’s bump. Pippa immediately turns to face her brother who reaches up to peck his baby sister’s nose.

The toddler shrieks and giggles flapping her hands around. Y/n smiles at her children’s happiness that she can’t even notice that sound of the door opening.

Pippa leans against her mother’s chest and one of her hands press up against the heart on her mother’s chest. The toddler smiles and starts mumbling when she notices someone walk through into the living room.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.” Pippa whimpers and mumbles into Y/n’s shoulder as she watches George smiles at her and places a finger on his lips.

“Sweetheart, Daddy’s not home yet.” Y/n rubs her daughter’s back and places a kiss on her head.

Pippa whines and Y/n rocks her side to side. Y/n stays like that with her daughter until she feels a pair of arms wrap around the crook between her belly and breasts.

“Woah, hi stranger.” Y/n raises an eyebrow at her husband who reaches out for his daughter with a small pout on his face.

“Daddy!” Henry runs fastest than Y/n has ever seen him run and clutches his father’s leg.

George grins while hugging both of his children and wife.

“I missed you,” He presses a kiss on Y/n’s head and a hand on her bump. “All four of you.”

“We missed you too,” Y/n rolls her eyes at her husband’s slight cheesiness. She pretends that she hates it but he knows that she loves it.

They’ve made it through everything, there is no way that they weren’t going to make everything work for the rest of forever.

[604to647]

Gouda Girl

1.3K / Modern AU Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: On a lazy Sunday afternoon, Din learns a few things about the Netherlands, and you learn a little something too.

Warnings: None - fluff! Bad puns! Established relationship, nicknames (pretty bird, pretty girl, baby).

A/N: This is for @happypedrohours' Charcuterie Board Challenge – I chose 1A and got Din and Gouda!  I legitimately tried to play around with ways that 'Grogu' could be mispronounced as 'Gouda' before settling on a kind of cheat and writing the story in the Safest with You universe with Modern!Din 🫣  (You don't have to read SwY - just know it's a modern au! If you do read SwY - here's a little fluff before we embark on some angst in the series 🫣) If there are any Dutch people reading this, I love you please don't be offended if I got anything wrong, and shout out to Mr. 604 who did in fact go to school in Rotterdam! Please see #happypedrohours for all the other wonderful works!

Orange divider by @saradika-graphics; all moodboard pics are from Pinterest, but I suspect the top and bottom Pedros are from the same source/edit. I’m sorry I didn’t have more info to go on but if you recognize your work, pls let me know so I can credit you properly 🥰

“Hey pretty bird, do you know it’s not actually pronounced ‘Goo-dah’?

“Yup.  It’s pronounced ‘How-duh’.”  You add a little roughness from the back of your throat over the H.

“How did you know that?” The truth is, Din is hardly ever surprised by the things you know – you’re generally a fountain of information; what he can't usually guess is how you come to know the things you know.

“The Dutch pronounce their hard Gs with an H-like sound.”

The two of you have very tentatively been talking about taking a trip to Europe, and a lazy Sunday with no definitive plans but to stay in seems as good a time as any to do some casual trip research.  You’re on opposite ends of your couch, you lazing on one end, one knee propped up against which you balance your sudoku book - twirling your pencil as you study the numbers in the grids.  Din’s extended his long legs on the L-shape end of the sectional, with his laptop open on his lap.  Alfredo the dog stretches out in between the two of you, his furry snoot and one of his paws curling over your calf.  Din was just reading an article entitled “10 Things You Didn’t Know About The Netherlands,” but apparently the proper pronunciation of Gouda, the Netherland’s most popular cheese, was something you knew.  Hmmm, he realizes that you didn’t exactly answer his question. 

“Do you… speak Dutch?”

“Ik doe niet. (I do not)” you grin playfully, still not looking up from your puzzle.  You don’t actually speak Dutch, but like a lot of other languages, you know a random phrase or two.

Din scrolls slowly through the listicle and picks a few that he thinks are the harder ones:

“Do you know what the iconic windmills are used for?”

“To pump water from the land.  A quarter of the Netherlands is below sea level.”

“Why is the national Dutch colour orange?”

“The Dutch royal family is from the House of Orange.”

Din smiles - looks like his smart, pretty bird knows all of these.  He’s now super curious just how familiar you are with Holland, and he knows the exact question to ask to get some additional insight. Pulling up a new web search, he asks, “What would you say are some common Dutch foods?”

“Stroopwafels, bitterballen… and kapsalon?” You look wistful at the memory of these dishes, clearly having actually tried them.

Clickity click click tap tap tap.  After a few seconds, Din’s eyes widen at his screen, “Oh wow, that does look delicious.”

Ok, this is fun, thinks Din – he’s not trying to stump you, he’s happy learning new things about this country and you.  And even though you haven’t actually looked up, he can tell by the way the corners of your mouth are curving and the shine of your eyes, though they remain focused on your puzzle, that you’re having fun too.

Click clack clickedy clack.  Din’s quiet for a few minutes while he reads.  Apparently not satisfied, he enters another search and reads through the new results before throwing out, “Do you know what they call peanut butter in the Netherlands?”

“Pindakaas,” you grin, “it translates to Peanut Cheese.”

“Do you know why?”

You do, “They can’t call it Pindaboter because only things that are actually butter can be called butter.”

Din scrolls, thoughtfully, “Do you know that the Dutch are the tallest people on Earth?”

“I think it has something to do with all the dairy in their diet? The Netherlands has the 3rd highest per capita milk consumption in the world.”  The truth is your knowledge of random Dutch facts is super limited, but by some hilarious coincidence Din is asking you the exact few things you know.  You can’t help but continue to tease him – he’s looking at you with a mixture of wonder and suspicion.

“Did you used to date a Dutch hockey player or something?”

“Don’t be silly, everyone knows that the Dutch winter sport of choice is speed skating.”

Again, it didn’t actually answer his question; Din’s sure that by now you’re just playing around, but he can’t help but picture you with some impossibly tall blonde with thick tree trunk thighs named Jan or Piet or whatever.  Involuntarily, he makes a face as he looks back down at his laptop, typing stoically.

You giggle - you’re out of facts and you want to give you big, pouting boyfriend a hug.  You and Din don’t have any secrets about your respective past relationships, and moreover, Din isn’t prone to jealousy or insecurity, but you feel the strong urge to reassure him nonetheless.  Putting your sudoku down, you hold out your arms, “Come here, baby.”

Din closes his laptop and wedges it against the back cushions before crawling over to your side of the couch; careful not to disturb Al, he comes to a rest between your legs, laying his head against your chest as you run your fingers through his soft curls, lightly scratching your nails against his scalp, “My firm sponsors an MBA program at Erasmus in Rotterdam, and I visited one year with my boss to give a talk.”

“Oh cool,” Din mumbles against your chest, “did you have fun?”

“I did!  We were given a lot of tours and did a few orientations with the students – that’s where I picked up a few Dutch facts and a little bit of nederlands.  It’s really such a lovely place - we should go together, Din.”

“We should, pretty girl,” and after a pause, “so, no 6’8” blonde speed skating paramours?”

“No, baby, I find that these days I only have a thing for brown haired boxers,” your eyes full of love when they meet the soft brown pair that peer up at you.  Then suddenly, those same eyes crinkle in mischief,

“What you’re saying is you’re my gouda girl?”

It takes you a beat before you get the good girl pun and you groan, but Din’s not done yet,

“And that I’m the only one who gets to stroop your waffle?”

You roll your eyes hard and attempt to push Din off, “Omigod, stahhhp.” You giggle as he settles more of his weight on you.

“Hang on, I almost had a good one for ‘bitterballen’ – it was right there.  Boter give me a minute.”

You shriek in laughter as Din lifts up and peppers your neck and face with a flurry of butterfly kisses before he gets off the couch.  Once he’s rounded to the other side, he leans over the back and peers down at you, still with a shit-eating grin on his face, “I’m going to get dinner started.  You gouda with that, pretty bird?”

Din narrowly dodges the swat of your book before chuckling all the way to the kitchen.  He’s ducked into the fridge, pulling out ingredients when you remember something, “Oh!  Can we do something new with the potatoes tonight?  I saw this recipe that I think you might like – and we can use up that dill we have.”

You phone is just out of reach on the coffee table and Al’s snoozing head has your lower half pinned down; you reach over by your feet to grab Din’s laptop so you can find the recipe you were looking at earlier.

Opening up the search engine, you click into the search bar and snicker at all the most recent searches:

Netherlands hockey team

hard little known facts about the Netherlands

Random facts about the Netherlands

How to spell capsulon Dutch food

common dutch foods

travelling to the Netherlands

2 week trip Europe best places to go

But when you get to the oldest recent search, you let out a little gasp that you hope Din doesn’t hear from the kitchen and your eyes widen to the size of saucers:

romantic European proposals

[yanderehsr]

Hii! How r u? How was ur dai? About the oc thing...Could I prety please with cherry on top get a platonic platonic Furina, Ei, Nahidaand Venti with a reader that is like a elf? Idk, how to explain it, so I am gonna add a picture to how I wiev it:

Her name is Eclipsa and has white hair and pointy ears(ofc since she is an elf). And I dont mean like Santa's elfs, I mean the ones from greek and romanian mytology.

About the bakstory: Lets just say that she is the daughter of The Heavenly Principels(lets just call her THP bc I am lazy) (ik it sounds cringe but hear me out😭) and since THP was not all the lovey dovey tipe and probably VERY bad with children (maybe even hate them idk, I really cant see her motherly) she just decided to throe her to Tyvat into the care of the archons untill she was old enough (16 years old) to come to Celestia (bacically be mature since she doesnt want a cryng baby around). Eclipsa is growing, just like Klee slower (there is a theorh that says that Klee is 80 but is also 8 bc she is growing 10 times slower than normal) and everu 100 it adds 1 year rlto her age. Now, lets say that when she was 10(1000) she overheared somebody say that the archons dont actually like her (like parental figures ofc) and that they probably just cang get rid of her. She actually belivd them like a dumb child that she is and ran away (opened a portal to another world and dissapeared without anybody's knoladge). Now, lets just say for the sake of this au to make it more interesting (maybe more cringe but I am having fun ok?😭) that the disaster from Khaenri'ah happened bc the person occ heared it was a khaenriah'n and THP since finding this out was like "OH HELL NAHH" and this iz the reason they destroyd Khaenria'h. THP gave the archons untill Eclipsa was to turn 16 to find her. Well, now, at 15, she randomply (and awkwardly) came back. (Maybe she finally got into her head the ideea of checking Irmansole to see if the archons truly hated her and surprise surprise, ints not true). Now, imagine the characters meeting Occ in their nation. For Venti- at windrise, for Ei in the city (near the statue), for Nahida just at the spirit tree (maybe one of her little friends passed that message for her) and for Furina(back when she was still an archon) she was told from Neuvillette that he sensed Occ's presence(lets just say that higher ups are aware of Eclipsa's existance, including Furina. Perhaps she has read about Oc in one of the books she read to find a solution to Fontaine's profecy).

Also, I imagine ooc to look like this when she was little(I just love this fanart sm😭):

(One thing to note is that none of theres fanarts are mine, and idk who they are from to credit them. Also te line I made was bc there was some writting on that picture and I didnt want it to be out of the context:>)

About personalit I see her as somebody who is quite the drama queen and loves attention 24/7. She loves pulling pranks all the time and also like annoyng people, but in a joking way. Hoever I see her as somebody who has her moments of understanding and is quite the menance to societity(pretty mhch like how Klee is). About her powers, she is developing since young THP's powers but since she is not even 18, its definetly not as affective.

Anyways, I know it might be a weird request or cringe, and maybe I wrote too much, or gave too little information. Also, I am VERY sorry if you cant undrtstand this request, english is not my first language and I pretty much have dyslexia(not bad one tough, I am still working on correcting mynself :D) and I tried to make sure I made as little mistakes as posible but its hard to spot them when its a big paragraphe, uk? therfor you are always free to ignore thiz request, hopw you have a nice day and good luck writting so many requests. Also, congrats on 1k followrs!! :D

...Did I just read an entire fanfiction XD, I will gladly write this, and thanks for the congrats😆

Hope you'll enjoy😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping

Furina: She knows almost nothing about her, Neuvillette doesn't seem to remember anything about her and there are no books about it, hell the only reason she knows about Eclipsa is because Focalors thought of it as important that she knew about The Heavenly Principles daughter if she was going to act as an archon.

Furina's first meeting with Eclipsa is when Neuvillette is showing her around, it was instant love... not the romantic kind, the platonic kind, Eclipsa looked like a doll, so perfect to dress up, so perfect to have around, Furina feels lonely and Eclipsa makes her feel whole again, so she takes what she wants.

Furina dislikes The Heavenly Principles, she would be happy if she was hated by them, her performance is over either way, the profecy is fullfilled, is it really so wrong of her to be selfish... you will see Furina run around Fontaine with Eclipse causing havoc, as long as she is with her she doesn't feel lonely, and now she never will

"Y-you aren't leaving me right, right... ANSWER ME PLEASE... I'm sorry for yelling, I just don't wanna lose a friend so dear, you can understand, right?"

Raiden Ei: The day Eclipsa dissapeared was the day her sister died... not only did she lose her very own sister, she also lost someone she practically viewed as a daughter, she had never felt such horrible pain before, so she shut herself away as to not feel it again.

So many years spent in isolation, all Ei could think about was her sister and Eclipsa, she swore if she could just get them back, she would protect them both with her life, she just wants things to go back to normal, like it used to be.

So many years had passed that Ei nearly didn't recognize Eclipsa, she had so many questions for her, but she didn't say a single one... screw The heavenly Principles, she was going to protect her as best she could, Eclipsa don't even get a chance to talk before she was shut inside the plane of Euthymia.

"So long, you have been away for 500 long years... but that's okay, you're here now, I'll make sure you not come to harm like what happened to Makoto"

Nahida: She doesn't have much knowledge of Eclipsa, she isn't recorded in the Irminsul, all the knowledge Nahida has of her is what her predecessor left for her she didn't forget, she is confused why Eclipsa isn't around... did she dissapear or worse, did she die?

Nahida is confussed when she feels Eclipsa's precence by the Irminsul, it feels familiar but she can't figure out why, of course like the curious 500 year old child she is, she went to figure out what caused such familiarity... Nahida knew who it was the second she laid eyes on her, this is who she is supposed to protect like the Greater Lord she once did.

Nahida asks a lot of questions, why is she here? Why was she gone? Eclipsa is now her favorite subject to learn about, Nahida takes up some kind of little sister role to stay close with her, she needs to know everything, feed her ever-growing curiosity, maybe one day she will introduce Eclipsa to the Wanderer... but that can be later, Nahida wants to be selfish for a bit longer.

"Curious, you being here fills me with a feeling like... like a hole, you fall down it everyday and it just feels so annoying, then suddenly someone has covered it up and I don't feel annoyance anymore... You need to stay with me for a bit longer, I need to figure out why"

Venti: He isn't all that interested in following The Heavenly Principles orders, but he still did as to not occur her wrath... he did not expect to take care of a child, he wasn't the best, he got constantly drunk, never took anything serious, except for protecting Eclipsa from any danger.

It was no surprise that Venti felt such fear and despair when Eclipsa dissapeared, he had lost yet another loved one... why does he still care, it always happens anyways, no relation lasts forever, no matter how much he tries to drown the memory of her in even more alcohol, it doesn't work

That's when Venti notices her precence, after 500 long painful years, is she finally back? Is this his second chance. He meets Eclipsa at windrise, she look just as well as when she dissapeared... He doesn't care what The Heavenly Principles thinks or wants, he will keep Ecilpsa safe and away from her, He will keep that smile on her no matter what.

"It sure has been a while hasn't it, soooo how have you been, hope you missed me for I have missed you"

[gunilslaugh]

(Gu)Nilly

Summary: Goo Gunil, first he was your senior in high school. Now you work at the same company as him. (non-idol au)

WC:~2.3k 

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

Your footsteps quickened trying your best to avoid a girl that you had ticked off. You and her were assigned to do a project together, but she decided to have you do all the work for it. Saying that she was sorry, but she was simply too busy with her after school activities. It was clear that she was lying which is why you just so happened to forget to add her name to the project. Now she was pissed and had it out for you. Your steps slowed back down as you looked around not seeing the girl anymore. 

“Bold enough to leave my name off the project, but bold enough to face me.” The girl appeared around the corner. You sighed. 

“You were the one who was too lazy to even write your own name on the project. I shared it with you all you had to do was write your name and you could’ve got credit for my work,” you tell her. The girl scoffs. 

“You really have some nerve. Someone should really put you in your place.” The girl raises her hand, beginning to swing arm to slap you. It was too late for you to move, so you braced yourself for impact, but it never came. 

“What’s going on here?” A voice belonging to a guy asked. You looked to your right to see a guy holding the wrist of the girl who was about to slap you. The girl laughs, putting on a fake smile and tugging her wrist out of the guy’s grasp. 

“Oh nothing is going on, we were just playing around. We’re friends,” she lied. 

“No we’re not,” you said right after. The girl shoots you a fiery glare. “She’s mad because I didn’t write her name for her on a project I did all by myself,” you explained. The guy sends the girl a look, clicking his tongue. He also positions himself slightly in front of you. Putting himself between you and the girl.

“You were gonna hit her because you were too lazy to do your own work?” The guy arched his brow.

“I wasn’t lazy. I was busy,” the girl argued. 

“Did you have time in class to work on the project?” The guy turned to look at you. With eyes much softer than the one he was looking at the girl with. 

“Yeah the teacher gave us four days of class work on it,” you told him. 

“Why didn’t you help them during class then?” he questioned. 

“Well I-” 

“Cause she wasn’t there. She ditched,” you interjected. The guy lets out a sigh. He stands up straighter. 

“Listen”–He folds his arms over his chest– “You’re the one who didn’t do the work. Getting mad at someone for you getting what you deserve is really pathetic. If you wanted the grade you should have at least written your own name. Now leave and if I see you bothering them again I’ll be the one to put you in your place,” he said. Revealing that he had heard the conversation between you two before he stepped in. The girl looked down at her feet quickly scurrying away.

“Thank you,” you thanked him.

“No problem. People like her piss me off. I’m Gunil,” he introduced himself. 

“Y/n,” you introduced yourself back. Before you could say anything else the bell rang signaling that it was time for class. “We should get going,” you say. 

“What class do you have?” Gunil asked. He started to walk alongside you. 

“Biology,” you answered.

“I thought freshmen took biology,” he stated. 

“Tis I,” you partly laughed. 

“You’re a freshman?” Gunil questioned surprised. 

“Yeah, do I not look like one?” you responded.

“Not really. Plus I know that girl is a junior so I kinda thought. 

“Our class together is an elective class. It’s mixed grades,” you inform him. Gunil nods. 

“Well if you need any more help from a senior friend let me know,” Gunil smiled at you. 

“Sure thing, thanks.” Gunil and you part ways. You weren’t really expecting to see him around much after that. 

However you actually ended up seeing Gunil quite often. Gunil wasn’t afraid to wave to you in the halls. He would call out your name to get your attention. If he was far away he would send you a bright smile with an excited wave. If he was only a couple feet away you would pause your steps and he would hurry to catch up to you. The two of you started to form a friendship. 

“You’re big and buff, but you are actually a big softie aren’t you Nilly.” You playfully pet Gunil’s head like he did to the stray cat the two of you came across.

“Nilly? Did you just call me Nilly?” Gunil turned his attention away from the cat and onto you. 

“Yeah why? Do you not like it?” you asked. It’s quite the opposite. Gunil’s heart blossomed with warmth upon hearing the nickname leave your mouth. It made him feel giddy, too giddy. 

“It’s silly,” he chuckled. 

“Like you.” A mischievous smile danced across your lips. “Silly Nilly,” you leaned closer and booped his nose. Then you turned your attention to the cat, petting it gently. Gunil kinda hates how you seem to be so nonchalant about everything while he feels like his heart could combust. Nonetheless he can’t help but look at you so endearingly as you pet the cat. Then he remembers that he is graduating in three months and he doesn’t think that he wants to say goodbye to you. 

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It was the first day of your new job. You would now be working at the front desk as a receptionist for a company. You had just received your name tag and your coworker was currently showing you the ropes. As your coworker is explaining things to you about the computer you hear several pairs of footsteps approach the desk.

“You finally don’t have to man the front desk alone anymore Jungsu,” someone said. 

“Yeah, this is my new front desk buddy, y/n,” Jungsu introduced you. You looked away from the computer to properly greet the company employees. That’s when you lock eyes with him. It’s Gunil, he’s standing right in front of you on the other side of the desk. He’s wearing a button up with nice pants and a lanyard hanging around his neck. It was your first time seeing him in five years. Since he graduated high school. 

“Nilly?” The old nickname fell from your lips. Just like it did all those years ago when you first called him the nickname Gunil’s heart blossoms with warmth. 

“Hi y/n. It’s been a while,” he smiles. 

“You two know each other?” His coworker asked surprised. Pointing between the both of you. 

“We briefly knew each other in high school,” you told them. 

“Yeah, they were my favorite underclassmen,” Gunil said. 

“Underclassmen? Oh I feel sorry for you now. Gunil is so annoying with his ‘You should respect your seniors.’” His coworker puffed out his chest, trying to imitate Gunil’s build. 

“He never said anything like-”

“Because you should respect your seniors and as your seniors I say we get to work now. Have a good day y/n. Treat them well, Jungsu.” Gunil nudges his coworkers to walk away with him. 

“So Nilly?” Jungsu looked at you.

“Yeah it was a nickname I gave him,” you said simply, going back to work. 

“It’s too cute for someone as serious as Gunil,” Jungsu says. 

“What do you mean? Gunil isn’t that serious. He’s a big softie,” you tell Jungsu. 

“Big softie? I really want to get to know this Nilly that you know,” Jungsu states. His words make you feel curious. Has Gunil changed that much since you last saw him? Although it has been five years since you last saw Gunil. Five years is plenty of time for someone to change, but the way he smiled at you didn’t seem any different. 

“Nilly?” Gunil’s coworker Jiseok poked at him. “How does an uptight guy like you get a nickname as cute as Nilly?” 

“They were the only one to call me that and I’m not uptight. I just really care about my work.”

“As curious as I am about how he got the nickname Nilly. I’m more curious about why you looked at y/n like they’re the love of your life. Seriously the way you smiled at them. You had lights shining in your eyes. You looked like a completely different person, maybe Nilly.” Seungmin, Gunil’s other coworker, pointed out.

“Ok, first, stop calling me Nilly.” Gunil points at either of them. “Second, my love life doesn’t concern you. Third, get to work.” Gunil settles himself at his desk. He can’t believe that he has run into you again. He misses you so much after graduating high school. Especially when he found himself in a predicament similar to the one he saved you from him. When he first entered the company he now works at. His higher ups/seniors made him do all of their work then submitted it as if it was their own. Gunil found it to be quite ironic. He saved you from a situation that he now couldn't seem to get out of. Then Gunil thought of a way out. He told his seniors to not worry about submitting, that he would do it for them once he finished. Then he proceeded to submit his work with his name on it. He couldn’t keep the smirk off of his face as their department head came into their office asking why they never turned in any work? Questioning why was Gunil running a one man show? His coworkers were pissed, but Gunil kept up his tough act. He told them off, just like he told that girl off for you years ago. Unfortunately Gunil felt like he couldn’t drop the tough act after that. He felt like if he did then people would try to take advantage of him again. So he made himself a little reputation as a serious, uptight guy.

You couldn’t help yourself from asking Jungsu questions about Gunil. It didn’t make sense to you how the sweet guy you knew in high school was supposedly now uptight and cold. Jungsu was just as curious to hear about the Gunil, Nilly, that you knew. Jungsu was also stunned to hear about how Gunil would call out to you and wave in the halls. The smile you always saw him wearing. How he would walk you to class even if he class was in the opposite direction. The stray cats that he couldn’t walk by without giving them a few pets. That he held back his tears as he told you goodbye. It was if you knew two different people. 

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“Nilly?” You asked Gunil as he was walking you back to your place. He was currently crouching down petting a stray kitten. It reminded you very much of your time back in high school. He was just like your old “Silly Nilly”. 

“Yeah?” He turns away from the kitten to look at you. Butterflies filling his stomach at your use of the nickname. 

“Why do people at the company think you're a serious, uptight person?” You had to hear it from him because other people’s words about him were simply unbelievable to you. Gunil looks back down at the kitten giving it one final pat before standing back up. 

“When I first entered the company…” Gunil proceeds to tell you about the story of his higher ups who took advantage of him. 

“Well if they ever bother you again or anyone else I’ll put them in their place,” you tell him. Gunil can’t fight off the smile of you using the words he once used to protect you. You felt better knowing that he was still your Nilly. The people at work just didn’t know the real him like you did. You bend down to pet the stray kitten that was still hanging around you and Gunil. Now Gunil is the one reminded of high school. Staring at you just as endearingly if not more endearingly as he did back then. It hits him. He doesn’t want to have to say goodbye to you ever again. 

“Y/n,” he calls you. 

“Yeah?” You look up at him. He crouches down beside you. 

“Can I be your Nilly?” he asked, earning a laugh out of you. 

“What are you saying? You already are my Nilly,” you booped his nose. 

“No I mean.” He took your hands in his. “I like you y/n. I always want to be your Nilly,” he says. You smile and readjust your hands to hold his back.

“My answer is still the same. You are my Nilly, always will be.” Gunil smiles and leans his forehead against yours. He has never felt more at peace. He reluctantly removes his forehead from yours and stands up. 

“Come on, let’s get you home.” he held out his hand to you. You gladly take it. 

Bonus Scene:

“Oh my gosh are you seeing this!” Jiseok repeatedly tapped Seungmin. From where they stand looking out the window of their office.

“I’m seeing it,” Seungmin replied, his mouth slightly agape. Gunil has you trapped inside his embrace, pressing kisses all over the top of your head. 

“We have to go to work. Let me go,” you laugh trying to escape his embrace. 

“Work can wait. I haven’t seen you for five years. Let me make up for lost time and hold you.” 

“We’re already here though.” You gestured to your company building. 

“Exactly, we’re not going to be late, so let’s just stay like this for a bit.” He holds you closer to him. 

“People will see,” you say shyly. 

“Let them see. Everyone should know that I’m yours and you’re mine.” He kisses you briefly. 

Jiseok and Seungmin’s eyes widened in shock. 

“That’s not the Gunil we know,” Jiseok states. 

“It’s Nilly,” Seungmin says. Jiseok smiles. 

“Where are my kisses Nilly?” Jiseok shouts from the window.

[kyojurismo]

This is an emergency request, my depression has been really rough lately, I just haven't felt motivated to do anything and just feel stuck.

My request is how would Kyojuro Rengoku and Tengen Uzui help reader with this?

▸ ANSWERING. hello anon, i’m so sorry it took longer than expected, but it’s been a shitty weekend ngl… anyway, i’m sending you a big hug, i’ve been in the same situation not so long ago 🫂

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. kyojuro rengoku & tengen uzui x gn!reader

▸ RATING. sfw

▸ WARNINGS. am i gonna take this opportunity to put some things ppl should learn to accept? yes i am. r is not exactly a demon slayer but that’s up to you since i didn’t stated it explicitly hehe, kyojuro is unaware about the situation at first, fluff, depression, negative thoughts, it also comes a bit from my own experience so um it might not be the same to everyone yeah. lemme know if i forgot to tag something pls.

before we start, i want to add that i deeply care about this particular request <3

KYOJURO RENGOKU

kyojuro noticed you were acting “strange” but he thought that you were simply tired, some sleep would surely help you…

if you were able to sleep, he noticed you’d sleep too much

if you didn’t, he heard you toss and turn around the whole night

he felt bad because he didn’t know how to exactly help you

the worst came when one day you didn’t wanted to get out of bed

“good morning, sunshine,” he gently murmured while moving the cover off your head. he kissed your forehead and stayed there cuddling with you, hoping this would help you getting up

“you’ll be late,” you said, not moving

“i wanted to have breakfast with you first,” he smiled widely, caressing your cheek. “it’s all ready,” he added

“i’m not hungry.”

he frowned. he wouldn’t actually force you to get up, he’s not like that, but he tried to playfully grab your hips to move you

“leave me alone!” you pushed kyojuro away, snapping at him

kyojuro apologised and sat there for a moment, deep in thoughts

he decided to get up and eat his breakfast. he got ready for the day and decided to leave the tray with your portion close to the futon, so you could grab it easily

“i’ll be back,” he informed you before reluctantly leaving

once gone, you started crying and hid yourself under the covers. you felt bad about snapping at him, but you couldn’t control it

needless to say, you didn’t get out of bed once and the food was long forgotten

you simply felt stuck

you wanted to go out with kyojuro… but you just couldn’t do it?

when he was finally back, his smile disappeared completely when he noticed you were still in bed

he took a deep breath and put his katana away, taking off his haori too. he kneeled beside you and gently moved the covers

“would you like to take a bath with me? it might help,” he asked you, caressing your cheeks. “i… don’t know?” you met his eyes

“i’ll take you there, alright?” he said before gently taking you into his arms and getting you to the bathtub

kyojuro helped you bathing, praising you the whole time

he saw you struggling and he had not intention to call you lazy or something, on the contrary he wanted to help you the best he could

“i know you’re not hungry, but it might help you feel better?” he caressed your back slowly, comforting you

somehow he convinced you to eat, you felt a little better after the bath after all

he changed the futon, so it would be fresh and clean and feel more welcoming, before convincing you to sit on the engawa with him for a while

the gentle breeze of the night caressed your face, making you shiver

“i’m so sorry,” you whispered before starting crying. he hugged you and kissed your head, holding you close to his chest. “don’t apologise, darling. i know you’re struggling and i’m here to help you.”

you felt somehow as a burden for him, he had to take care of you even after his training session and you knew how tiring they were

“it’s already getting better, you see? you’re out of bed,” he smiled, kissing your nose. “tomorrow will go even better, trust me.”

he wasn’t grossed out by your behaviour, he helped you keep yourself clean and convinced you to eat if you refused to

he spent the night awake with you if you had trouble sleeping, making sure the negative thoughts filling your head would go away by talking and talking, making you finally smile

kyojuro never pushed you to do anything tho, because he wanted to avoid you from closing up in yourself

he’s not perfect but he’s learning.

TENGEN UZUI

tengen was a bit harsh in the beginning

[let’s be serious for a moment, due to the time they’re living in i don’t think they would be that experienced lol]

he noticed you slowly retiring from any kind of activity

you didn’t wanted to leave the house that much

you prepared lunch and dinner with less enthusiasm

your sleep schedule started to get messy

you even skipped bathing with him

you started feeling self conscious and avoided being naked around him

but you also felt like some kind of force was blocking you from following your usual routine

it felt heavy. too much.

“hey, it’s really late,” his voice startled you. tengen got up early as usual, but didn’t forced you to do the same

“baby, with late i mean it’s past lunch time.”

you stayed hidden under the covers, his eyes burning on your figure

“y/n,” he tried again, getting down on his knees. “baby, you really need to get up.”

you didn’t reply, of course. you knew you had to but you just couldn’t do it

tengen moved the covers away from your body, making you flinch due to the light coming from outside

“no!” you tried to get em from his hand, your expression screaming that you were angry for his actions

“tell me what’s wrong,” he effortlessly kept the covers away from you, staring at you in a serious manner

“i don’t know, okay?! just leave me alone!” you hit his chest, trying to move his body away. useless.

“you’ve been sleeping a lot these past days, you’re rarely getting up. tell me what’s going on,” he tried again, clenching his fist

“i told you already!” tears rolled down your cheeks, catching his eyes. his gaze softened, feeling bad for the way he acted. “i can’t do that, i just can’t.”

tengen pulled you to his chest and let you cry, caressing your back in a comforting manner

once you were done crying, he stayed there with you for a little more

“i’m sorry for screaming,” you muttered after a while. “that’s okay, i was in the wrong.”

“are you hungry?” he asked you, his big hands kept caressing your back. “i think so.”

“good! cause i made something very flashy,” he winked at you, trying to make you smile

tengen learned to respect your times, not forcing you

he helped you eat, bathing yourself even if you were a bit contrary on him seeing you, made sure you were sleeping properly

he enjoyed cooking for you during these kind of episodes ngl

“i’m very, very proud of you,” he kissed your head while cuddling with you in bed. you were grateful he didn’t judged you and didn’t complained about your behaviour

he showed patience and showered you with his love nonetheless

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. what it i tell you the draft was about the get deleted after i finished writing it? lmao. as i said, it might work differently for others, and if you have gross comments to share then keep ‘em to yourself, thank you

[astrasae]

rainy days are my favorite

featuring: lo’ak and neteyam

warnings: none, just fluff.

wc: I’m too lazy to count.

Lo’ak

You guys both love rain.

Dancing under the rain, kissing, hugging and everything.

Yes, he is worried that you would get sick but nothing can ruin the moment you two are having.

And the cutest, he is scared of lighting.

It’s been raining for 2 hours now. Lo’ak and I were dancing under the rain. Just having a calm and beautiful moment.

“We should really head back, its cold, and you can get sick my love.” He says hugging my waist. Holding me close, warming me with his love.

“No, Let’s just stay for a little bit longer. Then we can go, I promise.” I say, putting my arms around his neck.

Then a loud sound of lighting comes to our ears. Lo’ak jumps a little bit, his grips on my waist tightens. “Sorry,” he whispers into my neck.

“Lo’ak, are you scared of lightnings my love?” I ask him, there’s nothing he should be ashamed of. It’s a natural thing, everybody is scared of something. “Baby, there’s nothing you should be ashamed of.” I tell him. I pull his face infront of mine with my hands, cupping his cheeks. Then giving his soft lips a peck.

He just has a pure heart. I know he’s soft inside. “Just got scared, it was sudden.” He giggles, his lips close to mine. “It’s okay, we can head back if you want. Now I don’t want you to get sick.” We just laugh and talk on our way back.

Swimming under the rain is your thing too. Laying on the back of Payakan, watching the rain clouds go by.

Splashing eachother with the waters that leafs collected from the rain.

Neteyam

He informs you before it rains, so you are prepared.

He loves to kiss you so much, so not even rain can stop him.

Singing na’vi songs while dancing under the rain.

But he’s so worried that you’ll get sick. So he hugs you, keeping you warm with his body heat.

He is not scared of thunder or lightning. He even laughs when it booms.

Neteyam and you were sitting under a big leaf in the forest. Talking about your day, laughing and smiling. The rain was calm first, then it turned into a storm.

“What about you darling? What did you do today?” He asks, his hand in my hair playing with my braids. “Well, me and Kiri picked some fruits. Then got back to the hut, Tuk and I painted some rocks. Just a fun day.” After 5 minutes of talking, the calm rain started to turn into a storm.

“Let’s head back yawne. You can get sick.” He takes your hand, standing up. Looking up to him, “So I can get sick and you can’t?” you say. “Oh come on, can’t I get worried about my girl getting sick?” We start to head back to the hut.

When it only drizzles, you guys fly with your ikrans. Flying around the hallelujah mountains.

Sitting on the edge of the hut watching the lightnings.

“That was a good one.” Neteyam says, shaking me from my shoulder with excitement.

“Wait until you hear the sound of it.” I add, then a loud boom comes to our ears. We both laugh looking at eachother.

Rainy day with him are full of fun.

a/n: hi, sorry for not posting for a couple of days. You may have heard the earthquake in Turkey. It effected me to bcs I’m from Turkey and our home collapsed. Anyways its not the place to talk abut this rn. ENJOY YOUR READING! Love you all.

yawne: beloved, love.

Don’t forget to tell me if there’s any mistakes!

[ganondoodle]

Not to add more fuel to the fire (I do) but seeing all your TotK rants and agreeing with every single part of them, I just remembered that as soon as the first Sages appeared on screen I immediately noticed that even their voice actors were the same as the Champions from BoTW but a bit "deeper" sounding and when I looked up they ARE.

I don't mind when voice actors make a come back for specific roles tbh but this time with how disappointed I was starting to feel about the game's story it felt super odd?? Like it did feel so much like they were reusing stuff ;;

honestly if anyone wants to rant about totk in my inbox feel free to do so, i might not always respond but its really good to hear others be similarly disappointed and maybe you are even pointing out something i havent thought about

(also its fine to not agree with everythign i say, just dont be a dick about xD)

you see ... now that you say that i remember seeing the leaks before the game came out that some of the voice actors from botw said they returned for totk and that was a topic of discussion .... which went nowhere also bc i guess they were too lazy (sorry, that word is way overused when people talk about games but ... well) to find anyone new for the few lines they say

that said it doesnt exactly help the case of ancient ancestor (that looks exactly the same as the modern people!! i cant stand that!! its my character design taste that is more annoyed than the lore nerd but its stilll ... they didnt do that either to differentiate the past thats OVER TEN THOUSAND years ago aaaaaaargh) that all say the same line only with a few words changed around or rephrased like someone badly copying your homework but trying to hide it- without telling you any new information at all that all have no personality, not even a different clothing style (its aaalllll sonau style now woooheeee) and dont even get to have faces bc they are hidden under a SONAU MASK AT ALL TIMES even when NOT FIGHTING (why are they even in their temples after rauru seals ganondorf ... no seriosuly what are they doing there, just standing around waiting for zelda to come beg them to swear yet another oath to some guy in the far future, theres no one in the bg either like idk, they could have been praying or sth- wait .... why are they still wearing the stupid mask and outfit .... raurus gone and minerus getting eaten by miasma i dont think anyone would care (i know its bc they dont want to make another model ... though removing the helmet at the very least ... no?) and then dont even get their own voice ... lol

(i didnt notice bc i played with japanese voices bc the german voice actor for gan sounded like german daruk and that was too weird for me ... i still expected him to say more than a few lines and some yells at that point .. hah ... )

[davrinassan]

genuinely interested in knowing more about your ocs! I am waiting with interest for that link on your pinned post to go live!

WELL I GOT NEWS FOR YOUUUUUU

afhiri's page already exists on this blog! it's right here. :3c I WOULD LIKE TO EDIT IT A BIT cuz some things have changed a little and been expanded on a little however...

for my other ocs you can hop straight back to my old blog's oc page right here. this one also includes their commissioned lil chibi heads heheheheh not everyone has their own page .. unfortunately. and only afhiri's is finished. and it's the same as the one moved to this blog i think... candor, amity and eden have some parts filled out. cirok too i think. i'm just kind of lazy ok. and my chronic pain puts me off cuz it's in my arms. BUT WE MAKE DO!

here's one/two different pages that are wip for my morrowind ocs. they didn't get on any of the big pages. i don't know. they fit in at weird times i wasn't even on tumblr really when i made them. yes they have tumblr pages that contradict this shhhhhhhh. i actually mentioned dreyla a bit in my morrowind screenshots i posted recently. she's also in the gifset i made uwu

now.. if we wanna go even further........... i have other more filled out oc pages with custom themes with a WHOLE LIST of ocs that i have not touched or developed in a long time, but some of them are my most explored and fleshed out ocs. like afhiri is not my only babie. some are just old now.

so if we go back to my oldest blog (it's not but for all you guys know. it is) and go to the oc page there.... you are gonna see A LOT of characters. there are no pages. unfortunately. it was also not finished. BUT THAT'S NOT ALL!

THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!! is a link to an oc page on an even older blog!!!! see i lied. none of yall knew me on this blog. i have never shared it before. i am feeling like sharing it now for some reason. this is my most "complete" oc page ever. i worked on it all the time for months. it's barely a thing for how long i worked on it. the ONLY character here with more info is my darling faire. you can view it by clicking her Box. but even then! it's not much.

i focused way too much on aesthetic over filling out information in these old pages you'll notice. nowadays i like filling out information like it's a wiki page. but i just struggle to write as much as i need... i get tired man.

this got long. if u ever wanna ask about an oc u can. i got. i got guys man. in my head. and idk. thinking about sharing them again is almost difficult. i dunno why. not cuz i'm shy or anything. not cuz i'm scared to be open about it cuz i don't wanna be judged or nothing. i'm just kind of lazy and tired or something idk. it's a lot of effort to make pages and fill them out. i am a busy bitch. i wanna play a video game or read a book or write a fanfic or watch a movie. i am not the same person i was when i could spend WEEKS nonstop doing this stuff. maybe one day i will get a kick and this new oc page will come to life.... but no idea when.

might add control and ghost bird to it and claim them as mine even though they're canon characters in the southern reach. they're mine now actually sorry jeff

[farfromstrange]

Are You Okay? | Matt Murdock x Reader

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader (gender neutral)

Masterlist

Summary: Sometimes, all you need to hear is one question and one person to make your shitty day not so shitty anymore.

Warnings: Emotional hurt/comfort, fear of failure, not proofread (I put Grammarly over that bitch, but that's it), no y/n

A/n: I wrote this in an hour because I'm stressed as fuck and my state of mind is so complicated right now, I didn't know how else to explain it. Also, why is statistics such a bitch to study? And what do I care about fucking behaviorism? I'm already done with Freud and Piaget and those get on my last nerve already, I don't need Bandura to add to my emotional despair, but oh well, here we are. This is completely self-indulgent and I channeled what's happening in my school life into this one, so if it doesn't fit with the American school system, I'm sorry, but I didn't want to research.

Word Count: 2.7k

You’ve been locked in your room for the majority of the past week, the study notes of the past semester strewn around you, and you swore at the beginning of the week that you would revise every last note at least once. In the end, you panicked more than you studied, but you managed to summarize about half of your notes, which should fill you with glee, but as you stare down at your stack of cards, you’re filled with dread and the purest form of self-hatred. What did you do the entire week that you only got so far? You left your room once, but it was a short walk around the block to air your head, with still many hours of the day left to spare. You swore you would get everything you needed to be done, and you swore to yourself that the next five weeks of exam season were going to be your bitch, but looking at the calendar now you realize, those five weeks still lay ahead of you and you are not even nearly done with everything you swore you would get done. 

Your head screams, “Failure!” And you’re starting to think that maybe your head is right. Maybe you are lazy and that is why your grades have been dropping or your teachers are disappointed or you just can’t seem to get the information into your thick skull even though someone once told you, “You can do it!” You figure that was a lie too. There is no way you can manage to ace all your upcoming tests and the final exams, and part of you is starting to fear you might not be able to graduate. There is too much in your head, too much stress, and too much performance anxiety, but as you look around yourself you don’t realize why you’re so stressed - in your head, it appears as if you spent the entire week playing video games and did the bare minimum, and not even that did you manage. You really don’t understand how you can be stressed and not even halfway done with all of your schoolwork. You’re stressed about being stressed, and you’re stressed about studying so you try to study, but your head blacks out and the day suddenly doesn’t have enough hours for you to think about yourself and the work you have to do, so you just sit back and stare at an empty page in the hopes the words will come out and you can just memorize all of the fucking information on your study notes. You don’t want to be the best, you’ve given up on that, but you want to pass, you need to pass because damn, you want to get out, you want to move on and get out and get on with life, but the load keeps getting bigger and your grades keep swindling. How can the load get bigger when you haven’t left your room in a week, and how did you not manage to finish revising all of your notes even though you definitely had the time and the means? You don’t understand and at this point, you have resorted to watching trash tv to keep your mind from reeling, but even that seems not enough anymore. You can’t eat without upsetting your stomach and the thought of going back to class the next day, having to study more and revise more, and the end moves closer and closer, but never close enough, and the entire pile of documents, anxiety, and stress starts to bury you alive. You can’t remember a second you allowed yourself to properly breathe, to stop your thoughts from racing and focusing on something else. You can’t remember a time you allowed yourself a step away from studying or procrastinating and freeing your head so you can get back to work with newfound energy. All of that seems so… impossible now. You want to pass, but your head keeps telling you that you won’t. You won’t pass. You will fail and everyone will hate you because you will be the only one. You’re scared, you’re terrified even and you can’t do this anymore. You want out of your body, out of your mind, and out of this life just for a second, just until the worst is over and everything has resolved itself. 

You know that’s not possible. 

Your friends are emotionally unavailable, busy with themselves, mostly, and your family is as annoying as ever. No one’s asked about you, most of them have dodged your messages or answered with a clear, “Sorry, we can’t.” It feels as if no one can help you out of this hole you’ve dug for yourself, so you decide to sit in it and wait for the dirt to swallow you. 

Your skin tingles, you’re tired and there is this overwhelming urge to cry. You miss being touched, you miss being taken care of, but there is no time and you just can’t ask. The one person you can ask is across campus and has no idea what’s going on because you told him you’d need the week to study, so he told you he’d leave you alone until then. It’s Sunday now. He hasn’t called or texted and you’re starting to wonder if he’s sick of you as you are of yourself. 

Before the thoughts can turn any darker, and they have gotten significantly darker, there is a knock on your door. You probably smell disgusting, your room is a mess and you should have opened a window, but it’s significantly colder outside today, there is snow and you just hate the way everything but your blanket and the new episodes of America’s Next Top Model make you feel. You’ve driven yourself so far into loneliness, you’re starting to believe that this is actually just who you’re supposed to be. 

You get off the makeshift seating area among your study notes off the floor and walk to the door. You don’t bother checking who’s outside. If it is a murderer, at least you can miss your exams and not feel guilty, and the general heavy pain that drags your soul down to your feet and keeps it there would finally go away. 

Seeing Matt Murdock’s face at your door doesn’t surprise you, you simply step aside and let him in. doesn’t say anything, simply taps his can forward until he can find his way into your room. His nostrils flare, but either he doesn’t smell the bucket of untouched fries and garlic sauce on the counter and how you haven’t showered in four days or he’s being respectful about it. You kind of wish he would just flat-out tell you that you smell and probably look like shit, not that he could judge, but he could probably sense with the way everything feels like a mess around him, that would make your guilt and pain so much worse but at least you could feel something else for a change. You’d be hurt, but it would be a different kind of hurt, one that could distract you from the demons gnawing at your heart. 

“You want a drink?” you ask, your voice hoarse from both the lack and the overuse of sleep as a coping mechanism. 

He stands lost in the room, or maybe he’s waiting, you’re not sure. You get a beer for him from the fridge, but instead of drinking it, he takes it and places it back down on the counter. 

You stare at him, a little confused, and maybe your pride is also a little hurt that he would turn down your nice gesture. 

“Are you okay?”

The question confuses you, at first, and you’re not quite sure how to process it. Those three words sound so foreign, the week you’ve been through suddenly feeling like years without him, and as he’s standing before you now, his question awakening something in you, unscrewing the lid and popping the cork, you realize just how much you have missed him. How you have missed this. How you have missed being acknowledged and asked about, even if it was just a simple, “Are you okay?” 

It finally settles in and the question makes you feel a lot of things at once, but none of them are simple, and none of them you can explain, but you know how they make you feel and they definitely answer his question with something he can feel in the way you tense up. 

You bite your lip. “No,” you admit silently, although it feels wrong to say it because why are you not okay? You should be. You have to be.

But Matt isn’t like that. 

“Do you need a hug?” he asks. 

Fuck him, you think. He’s read you better than you could have read yourself. 

You nod again. “Yes.”

“Okay, c’mere.”

As it turns out, a hug is exactly what you needed and half of the uneasiness you have been feeling must have been a serious case of touch starvation.

He opens his arms and allows you to take the first step, and you do. You step forward to lazily drape your arms around him, but he soon wraps you up tightly in his and squeezes you in the way he knows you need. The physical decompression, his fresh smell, the sound of his heartbeat, and his hands roaming your back open the flood gates, and seconds after you are crying heavily into his chest. You unload all of the stress and all of the anxiety, clinging to him for dear life, but he doesn’t mind. He lets you cry, sob and whimper until you’re too weak to stand and even then he only carries you over to your couch and sits down with you in his lap, still holding you like you are a fragile little thing (which you are, now that you think of it) and he refuses to even think about letting you go. 

He kisses your head. You’re still shaking, but there are no more tears to cry. “Why didn’t you call?” he asks you. 

His voice sounds so soft and it makes you whimper again, wiping your eyes on his already wet shirt. “Why didn’t you call?” you bite back. 

“Because you said you wanted to study. I didn’t want to interrupt you, sweetheart. I know how caught up you get and I wanted to give you space. If I had known-”

You can’t help it. You are safe from the world in his arms so you allow yourself to voice the one thought that has been keeping you on edge, “I’m going to fail, Matty.”

He holds your face away from his, feeling your contorted features and the stress wrinkles on your forehead. “What?” 

You only then realize he took off his glasses and you can see his brown eyes perfectly like that. That only makes you shake harder because he cares so damn much and you never have needed him more than you do now.

“I’m going to fail,” you say again, “because I’m useless and dumb and I can’t get anything right. I can’t even get anything done. I’m such a failure and I am going to fail every goddamn test and I am going to fail my finals and I’m-”

Matt shushes you again by taking you in his arms, and a new wave of tears rattles you. “You are not going to fail,” he murmurs into the crown of your head. “You’re not a failure, you’re not dumb and you are not useless. You made it this far. You passed all of your previous classes. You’re almost there, sweetheart,” he says, “so you are not going to fail now.”

“But what if I am?”

“Everything can happen, but you are not going to fail. I know you and that is not what you do.”

“I barely got anything done this week. I swore I’d study, but-”

“How much do you have left?”

You sniffle and look behind you. God, your floor is a mess. “A lot,” you admit. 

“Too much for one day?”

“Probably,” you break off with another sob. He keeps your head upright though. Instead of shushing you, he gets up, kneels on the floor, and touches your study notes. He can’t read them, they’re not in Braille, but he can smell the different highlighters you have used and he can separate the topics accordingly. “It’s the stack on the right, isn’t it?” 

You rub your eyes. “Yes.”

“And that’s what?”

“Statistics, behaviorism and, um… I don’t know, cognitive development, maybe. I can’t remember. God!” Thinking about it makes you nauseous. “I can’t even remember, Matt. I am so going to fail!”

He shakes his head, pursing his lips to shush you softly. His hand motions for you to join him on the floor. With some struggle, he finds the stack you’ve been talking about. He hands it to you. 

“You’re going to take these and spread them out,” he tells you, “While I take care of those you’ve already summarized, alright?”

You stammer, “What?”

“We’re gonna start with statistics. You are going to go through your notes at your speed while you tell me about them, and I’m gonna rub your back while you do. If you need a break,” he says, “We’re gonna take a break. If you wanna stop, we stop. And if you want me to stay until you’re done with both topics, I’ll stay for the boring behaviorism stuff, too.”

Somehow his readiness to help you without even knowing what he, ever the law student, is helping you with makes you cry even harder. He understands you in a way nobody can, and he never pressures you, not even when it comes to your classes. He knows you torture yourself enough and Matt being Matt, he can’t have you being sad. 

He stays true to his promise. He sits behind you, rubbing your back as you go over your notes, summarize them and tell him about them. Statistics are the bane of your existence, but psychology relies on them, so you’re forced to relive the worst module of your life. But with him by your side, telling you every so often, “You are doing such a good job,” and, “I know you can do it, baby,” it’s a lot easier. 

At around eight, your stomach growls, but you are long done with the statistics part and have decided, with some of Matt’s encouraging words, that there is still time tomorrow to get done with behaviorism and then when you’re done with both, he told you, he’d help you memorize. He hasn’t decided how yet, but he is determined and as the sun goes down and you lay in his arms, freshly showered and shaven on your bed, you can’t help but stare at his beautiful face. You would have lost your mind without him, you don’t doubt that, and he somehow always knows when to come and what to do. He knows when you feel down and when you need space. He knows you better than you know yourself and that is something no one but Matt Murdock has ever accomplished. 

Without him, you are pretty sure you would maybe not have failed your classes but you would have failed at life. Your mind would have failed you and you would have drowned. But with him, you’re a little more alive. 

“I love you,” you tell him sometime after he forced you to eat proper dinner, and he gently smiles against your hair. 

“I love you,” he says. “And you are going to do great, I just know it.”

“You have so much faith in me.”

“Well, one of us has to. Besides,” he flips you over so that he can hover over you, his brown hair falling from his face into yours and you giggle at his antics, “I am a good catholic boy. If I didn’t have faith in the divine, where would I be?”

His words leave you gasping, but nothing can match up to the force and passion he kisses you with. Psychology and messy room long forgotten, you melt into his touch and let his hands and lips speak a language only the two of you understand, and they always manage to pull you out of any hole with a symphony that has become your favorite music.

[dynamic-k]

SS THEORY, TAGERT AMNESIA IS KAORI: Been keeping this theory a secret for a long time ever since the release of chapter 7. It was supposed to go along with the thing I'm working on for SS (which will hopefully not take a year :'>), but anyway. I believe that Kaori Becker is Target Amnesia. Now that I have more information to further support this (thank to all the questions that rI0r-girl has asked), I can probably confirm this. In my initial theory before all the additional information is that she is Target Amnesia and is responsible for her family's not remembering of her. And I theorized it's either the cliché 'I want to protect' or something else entirely. And it's also weird how HH brothers have their powers when it doesn't look like Alan has, so they must've gotten in from someone which I assume is their mother. Or that they are just mudbloods and this has nothing to do with Heredity or Genes at all. With the additional information, I can add more to this theory. In an ask that rI0r-girl sent, they said: 'I think Vic just has invisibility' your response was... trying to hide the evidence. In the same ask, they also said what power does Kaori have, your response was that it was two but three if you count the side. Now that it has been confirmed that Kaori does have powers, it now would make sense that she is responsible for the recessive gene that gives the brothers their powers. More so that you said Kaori and Vic's powers are nearly similar. Vic's additional power is to see someone (...) who is invisible, along with another he will discover. If his powers are near similar to this mothers, then it would make sense that he got these two primary abilities from Kaori who now I say wields the same two abilities. Meaning that Vic's third power (presumably) is that he can alter or erase or whatever with people's memory, like his mother again. But likely he won't discover this until later chapters. It also makes sense that if she did have invisibility and altering memory prowess, then she could alter her family's memory and leave without anyone noticing her. Like a memory, she is gone. For now. I think. Maybe- Now with this, Kaori have a total of 3 abilities (counting the side which is 3), as you have said. But what about the other three brothers? Previously said in an ask-answer I'm too lazy to find, their abilities are entirely different from Vic's and their mother's (presumably if that is the case). And you-I don't know if I'm remembering this right-made an emphasis on a 'powerless' Alan. I put powerless there because I do think he does have powers and is therefore responsible for the other three's powers. It's just that he doesn't know that he secretly carries the gene, he may find out soon, or never. Another thing from my old theory is that the three brothers, were just mudbloods. Actually all four of them were if I got the entire gene pool wrong. HH brothers are mudblood that suddenly got their powers and their parents are muggles. Why the Harry Potter terms? I don't know, but they are fun to use and say. Though we can scratch that since it has already been confirmed by the information given. Not sure if this makes sense though more or less is correct. So... yeah. Guess that's my theory. I don't know why I just shifted-well it looked like I shifted-a topic to another, but eh. -BK Also yes I am alive (and not anonymous this time)-sorry for the no update :')

:D Friendo! Hello! Hi! Lovely to hear from you!

>:3 Well well wellllll~ What do we have here! THEORIES!

Gosh I love it when people share these~~

YEaaAHhp, Kaori is indeed Target Amnesia.

I think, if I remember right cause I know i did do this SOMEWHERE- I did basically confirm this in a comment thread somewhere I have forgotten... I think not very many people saw it though, so- ewjnfjakrgkqeagn

| In my initial theory before all the additional information is that she is Target Amnesia and is responsible for her family's not remembering of her. And I theorized it's either the cliché 'I want to protect' or something else entirely. |

Partially right and partially incorrect, but I probably shouldn't spoil it. AS MUCH AS I REALLY WANT TO-

i can't keep my mouth shut, honestly, I may regret revealing so much-

BUT I'M EXCITEDDDDDD

I'm fine with clarifying this: Chosen, Dark, and Second, do not share abilities with Kaori. They did receive storng powers, but only because Kaori's passed down genetics altered and developed uniquely into what Chosen, Dark, and Second have currently. Vic is the most similar to Kaori.

BUT!! Vic does not possess ANY "memory altering" related powers. That unknown third power is yet to be guessed or known by any other than myself. and a few siblings-

| Vic's additional power is to see someone (...) who is invisible, along with another he will discover. |

Hehe. "Someone" /inside-joke between asker and me, *cough*

| It also makes sense that if she did have invisibility and altering memory prowess, then she could alter her family's memory and leave without anyone noticing her. Like a memory, she is gone. |

:)

You have earned an ominous smiley face. Do with that what you will.

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Uhm- The reason I emphasized "powerless Alan" is because he doesn't have powers- I think I have said this like- At least twenty times to comments, asks, replies to comments, in various places to many many different people.

And I will say it again!! ALAN IS COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY POWERLESS, UNLESS MAYYYYBE YOU COUNT HIS SKILL WITH MAKING REALLY GOOD MUFFINS, but that isn't a result of a power or genes or something present at his birth, technically. He's just... good. He built up the skill himself.

Alan doesn't even have recessive power genes. I'm so serious, he has NOTHING superpowered to him. BUT HE WILL WHACK A SUPERVILLAIN WITH A ROLLING PIN AND BAKE THEMM INTO HIS MUFFINS IF THEY HURTS HIS PRECIOUS BOYS-

And NO. Alan has no "undiscovered~!!!" powers either- What do I have to say to get this across- /silly

[Don't read my words as angry or mad, I'm having way too much fun answering this ask, believe me]

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Thank you for that ask!! I'm super happy I could help clarify misunderstandings, which tend to be in... quite a LOT of theories, actually.

Which is another reason why I love it when people share the theories they have!! I can help course correct any incorrect assumptions or notions. :3

Anddddd probably also share some extra things against my will due to my excited blabber mouth- [or hands, I suppose, since I'm typing this]

Have a lovely lovely day!! Or timezone! OR whenevers~

[momo-no-tane]

Peach-Pit Artbook Scanning Project - Complete!

On August 1st, 2015 I made the first post of this artbook scanning project to provide high quality scans of Peach-Pit’s illustrations, because there was barely anything available online, or if there was the quality was absolute garbage. 7 artbooks and 648 illustrations later, the Peach-Pit Artbook Scanning Project is finally complete... really, really late.

I was supposed to finish this project in April 2018. I finally uploaded the last illustration yesterday - July 8th, 2023. Unfortunately I was never able to finish it back in 2018 like I wanted to. Life got really busy, I had gone back to school, my computer battery died, I started getting lazy... when I only had 5 illustrations left to post. I’m so sorry it took so long to finish. I really hated myself for not finishing it back then. I was constantly beating myself up over it. I really wanted to get it done this year though. Thank you so much for all the likes and reblogs over the course of this project. You can find each of the artbooks below.

Artbook 1 (Peach-Pit Artworks DearS)

Artbook 2 (Peach-Pit Artworks Sui Mitsu Kyo)

Artbook 3 (Peach-Pit Artworks Zombie-Loan)

Artbook 4 (Shugo Chara! Illustrations)

Artbook 5 (Peach-Pit Artworks Rozen Maiden)

Artbook 6 (Shugo Chara! Illustrations 2)

Artbook 7 (Rozen Maiden Illustrations: Rose Maiden)

Now for something really annoying... Tumblr’s recent bullshit is another reason why I finally forced myself to hurry up and post those final 5 illustrations.

Tumblr has decided to be completely and utterly stupid, getting rid of the legacy editor and replacing it with a garbage new post editor that makes posts look absolutely hideous on desktop. I initially made this post with the new post editor, but I was so disgusted at how ugly and awful it looked I deleted it. For some stupid reason, all posts automatically become text posts even if I specifically select the photo option. It makes no fucking sense. I realized that all the posts I had saved in my drafts still had the legacy editor, and thankfully I had a few photo posts still in there. So I was able to repost that news post.

The problem was that I only had less than 10 photo posts saved in drafts. If I had known Tumblr was going to be fucking stupid and get rid of the legacy editor, I would have saved dozens of posts to prepare. But I only had enough to make a few news posts and those last 5 illustrations. Now I have nothing but text posts left in drafts. I’m behind on some posts already (Nagi’s birthday post, new SC! Princess Cafe goods, new RM SOLWA goods), and I can’t make a post about them because Tumblr fucked everything up and I’m trying to figure out how to fix the posts on my theme so they don’t look like shit.

I don’t know what to do. I’ve been giving them grief almost daily on their change blog and support section. So many other people are also upset. I don’t want to get too backed up with news posts because there’s so much information that comes out monthly lately. Does anyone know how to fix this? Any code I could add to my theme to make my posts not look like shit because of the new post editor? It pisses me off that I have to waste time and energy focusing on this instead of the project I plan to do next - high quality manga caps. How can I even make nice looking manga cap posts when the new post editor will just destroy it? It’s so frustrating. I’m sorry this post turned so negative, I really needed to rant about this.

[neontokyoo]

Tav comes off as an ordinary human. They do have prophetic dreams or visions sometimes and (accidentally) reveal that they have darkvision, but those could be just human traits from being particularly lucky in the magical department, couldn't they? They have large birthmarks on their back that are shaped like angel wings, but that's just how genetics rolled the dice, it doesn't mean anything, right? Right??? Well, in a particularly heated battle, Tav and another companion, your choice of who, are on different sides of a big river/canyon/something wide enough that jumping across would be difficult if not foolish to try. The companion gets hit pretty bad and Tav, being the protective heroic type with little sense of not taking risks when saving their friends, runs and jumps to get to the other side, danger be damned. When they, somehow, manage to get over without ramming into the shore/wall on the other side, they quickly push the companion out of harm's way and kill the enemy. Only…Tav seems to have grown a few inches? Oh, wait, no, they're just floating a few inches off the ground due to the two massive incorporeal wings coming from their back. They look horrified at the information that everyone in their party now Knows who they really are. Turns out that Tav is actually a Protector Aasimar that just turned level 3 and got their wings. When asked why they didn't tell anyone about this, they basically say that they were so deep in denial that they just hoped it would be proven false. Being an aasimar would mean that they are not just a normal, kind, and quirky human. They are Different, a plane-touched being that the gods decided to bring into the world, a person that would become very interesting to anyone evil who wanted to harm someone specific on the side of good, an object to be revered and possibly be used for magical materials or hounded by those that wanted blessings from such a celestial being. They have had to deal with all of that shit before and just got sick of it, so they did what they could to hide their heritage, denying it to others, but especially to themselves. And now, here they are, surrounded by their party, unable to deny the truth anymore. Tav is terrified, not only of the reactions from their companions, but of how denial was ripped away from them and they now have to confront the reality of their heritage.

Could you give headcanons for the companions reactions to all of this? It doesn't matter how many or which ones you do. This is a platonic scenario, Tav hasn't romanced anyone at this point, but they have gotten close enough with everyone to be considered more than just acquaintances. They are also a paladin, but class doesn't really matter in this scenario.

(sorry for the length, haha)

That was a lot to take in, but I’ll try my best to get all (if not, most) of it 😂

Pairing: Tav x party

Genre: fluff

Summary: ⬆️

Warnings: I need to do my research on certain topics when it comes to the D&D universe, so bear with me. Your girl barely knows her deities 😭😭 (I didn’t do Halsin or Wyll because I’m lazy today. Bear with me. I can add them later 😭)

Shadowheart:

Shadowheart was very confused when it happened. She had no idea what was going on or what just happened.

She didn’t say anything though because she knows what it feels like to keep secrets. *cough* *cough* the relic…..

It was a huge shocker, and it did haunt Shadowheart, but she wasn’t going to force Tav to talk. She figured that if they wanted to talk, they’d go to her.

She wasn’t too upset about it though. If anything, she thought it was cool. It’s not every day your friend grows wings like that.

She wasn’t obsessed with it though. She felt a little bit of understanding with why Tav was hiding this from their companions. She didn’t know the reason, but she did know that they were uncomfortable about other people knowing.

Gale:

Gale was patient, but he definitely wasn’t happy with Tav for keeping such a huge secret from him.

He confronted them, but he did so in the most polite way possible.

He had a little understanding after being able to feel the power radiating from his friend when it happened, but he still felt disappointed.

If they were such good friends why didn’t they tell him earlier???

But he eventually learned to let it go. He learned to respect Tav and their decisions.

Astarion:

Astarion definitely wasn’t happy with Tav at all. They practically knew everything about him, from the Cazador to the scars that were carved into his back.

So why didn’t they tell him? Astarion could feel the power. He knew that it could be used to the party’s advantage. But with how far they’ve come, why in the nine hells would they keep such a huge secret from him?

He most definitely confronted them about it. But he wasn’t as nice as the other companions. He went straight to the point and called them out on it.

This started a huge argument, but he eventually learned to let it go and move on before he ruined your relationship any further.

Lae’zel:

Lae’zel was pissed.

This caused a huge fight that would have been a repeat of what happened with Lae’zel and Shadowheart have the other party members not intervened.

Karlach:

Karlach thought that was the coolest thing ever.

She tried to persuade Tav to do it again and show her more.

Tav refused, but she wasn’t pushy about it at all.

She knew they’d come to her when they’re ready.

[dynared]

Hello! I'm sorry if you're tired of this topic, but I can't help but be glad that I'm seeing more and more people criticizing IDW comics!

Once I also wrote a post about criticism of these comics, and my main problem was that there is absolutely no lore in these comics, and if there is anything, it is very little.

I just can't believe that for so long the authors haven't brought anything to the transformers lore. During this really huge amount of time and an impressive list of issues, I expected just a ton of worked-out world and everything else. And as a result, the depth of the lore was approximately equal to the depth of the drying puddle.

I don't understand why many fans praise these comics for the politics and the worked-out world, when this is absolutely not the case. Politics is mainly based on some personal conflicts and intrigues, we practically do not immerse ourselves in the structure and work of the political apparatus, ideas, influence on social structures and lifestyle, the response of different segments of the population to this. No, I understand it's difficult and the age audience is not suitable, but maybe you can't make the central theme of comics something that you can't describe and don't understand how it works?

The authors do not know how to describe a truly alien race and, despite their hatred of human characters, have made Cybertronians so similar to humans that it is absurd.

For example, why is functionalism bad? I understand why this would be bad for humans, but why for another species whose lifestyle should be completely different? In fact, this is the most logical way of life for an alien race, because what is the alternative? Is there an alternative? Can Cybertron switch to equipping itself with conventional technology? What will the Cybertronians who are released from work do, what other jobs and activities are there? The authors do not go into this much and we do not see clear ideas of what a Cybertron society should be without functionalism. Well, or I didn't have enough of what the authors gave me.

But well, we have functionalism. Why is it that the elite of society under this regime are mostly the owners of "useless" altmods? Why not those who transform into scientific or very powerful military equipment? In general, under such conditions, the power on the planet would have been seized by the military part of society long ago.

It's not worth talking about the fact that the usual daily life of Cybertronians is described in almost no way. Along with the culture, we have received very little information about it.

Oh, maybe we know something about the transformers themselves then, right? Not really. Basically you can only find headcanon materials. And what about IDW? Maybe they offered us their glossary, terms, schemes? No, there's nothing. Moreover, already at that time, fans on the forums came up with everything and drew the structure of transformers, and the IDW authors were too lazy to even steal any ideas, except for a few.

But if the authors can't work with these topics, do they describe relationships and love well? Again, no, literally all relationships are either built from scratch, or do not develop, or are full of manipulation, deception and emotional swings (yes, everyone's favorite "the only good" pair of Chromedome X Rewind), or end in nothing, as if nothing ever happened. And it doesn't depend on whether it was a gay relationship or a completely straight one, all the relationships there are very poorly written. If this, like Arcee, is a representation, then it looks more like a direct insult.

And, by the way, if love is for everyone, then where is the love between a transformer and a human? Oh yes, authors hate humans. Love is not for everyone!

And in general, it's good, the authors want to add love and romance, but it needs to be justified! Love relationships are not a necessary phenomenon for species, a lot of stars have to come together for this kind of social interaction to be like that. How did the Cybertronians come to this when they don't have any prerequisites for it? How did they get the Conjux Endura ritual (or did you want to say "bonding"? ;) ).Why does such a strict government, as we were told, disapprove, but not prohibit such types of relations, if in all other respects it is totalitarian and cruel?

How do Cybertronian diseases work? Why did Ratchet die of this disease, but not the characters older than him? This point is generally very similar to a cheap way to soften the reader.

I can go on like this endlessly, but I'll stop here. Roberts is not just a fanfiction writer, he is a very mediocre  fanfiction writer who may have a couple of interesting ideas, but lacks the talent to show them. And then, ordinary average writers understand what they are doing and why, and do not get paid for it. It's even more insulting for the authors of fanfiction, who, even for the sake of their strange plots and ideas, try and spin like they're on a frying pan, go out of their skin, coming up with a justification for everything inside the fanfiction. Roberts can't do that.

In the end, I respect the Kiss Players more because the author knew perfectly well what he was doing and wanted to anger the audience, and the audience reacted appropriately. The authors of the IDW comics thought they were doing something smart and great, but they weren't. But the audience presents it as something great.

P.S. I apologize for the mistakes, I use a translator.

There is no need to apologize, you managed to point out the issues with IDW Transformers and why no one really bothered to read them outside of that specific hardcore audience, and not even a general hardcore audience, but an audience that agreed with one specific interpretation of the material, and everyone who had other interpretations could go suck a lemon.

I’ve said it before, this is a prime example of “Writing a comic about a comic” where the use of lore and specific characterizations is so specific to the franchise that any story that is told is Greek to anyone outside of the bubble, which accounts for IDW’s horrible sales. Skybound’s story so far has been criticized by some hardcore fans as a G1 redux, but even if it is, it’s still a well told story with universal themes, consistent, easy to understand characterizations, and characters that are likable for the heroes and hatable for the villains. It has a clear tone, something both IDW and IDW2 failed at utterly. Roberts, meanwhile was a terrible writer, but he was good at engaging the audience the same way fanfic writers do, focusing on the relationships that get the most dialogue, and leaving openings for others to fill in, via discussion or their own fic. But that’s useless when it comes to engaging a general audience. Most of the audience didn’t want to do the work of filling in the holes themselves, they wanted to have the story do that, or at least provide enough context to paint a picture.

As for Kiss Players, while I don’t know if he wanted to purposefully offend the audience or just create shock value, it was a side story comic. It didn’t shape shows afterwards causing them to tank, and doesn’t have people looking at the last show aired and yawning out of sheer boredom.

[obeymekarasu]

That means your “canon facts” aren’t validated. You could be saying anything. That shows that you are an illegitimate account spewing whatever.

You get offended that this is asked, and go on a whole tyrant about not adding information of the exact location. Just because you don’t want another to steal your content. That is a load of bs.

You likely don’t even know where you got the content and rely on others to do the work for you. That’s why you can’t state your resources, because you don’t know where it’s located.

I do hope others make accounts that add the exact information with resources, but I know you’ll just copy them. Judging that’s something you do already, you aren’t the only account that posts canon facts. You are one that that can’t even validate your information. It’s all trust me bro. Well, I will not trust you.

I suggest you check your information to make sure it’s correct, and to those that use this account for information. Be wary of this account, because it can be filled with false information.

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- I’ll reiterate this again, IF YOU WANT A SOURCE THEN ASK cuz I do have them. Asking me for sources shows me you’re interested and I’m happy to help. But demanding I put in the time to add sources to 600+ bot posts because you’re too lazy to ask me yourself, is entitled and I won’t be indulging that, sorry

FYI the Karasu Proofs tag is a collection of when people have asked me for sources and I’m always happy to provide them, because they took time out of their day to ask!

Also the word you’re looking for is “tirade” not tyrant

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- yes, I don’t want to post all sources at once because I don’t like people to steal my time and work to possibly create another lore bot account (unless they want to put in the time and research themselves, then good on them). You can do the research yourself if you’re so inclined. Or, as stated in my pinned, you can *ask* and I can give sources!

- without fail I have sent sources to people who have asked and I will even take facts down if I’ve misplaced the screenshot.

- I do receive content from other friends but I’d say about 95% of what I have is my own research so I’m very possessive over my energy and time.

- “trust me bro” you can literally ask me for sources, as I’ve stated multiple times, otherwise you’re just lazy. I don’t owe it to you or anyone else to spoonfeed you sources when you’re going to approach in bad faith like this and not just straight up asking me what you are looking for.

- I’m sorry you expect people to cater to you without looking out for themselves, the world doesn’t work that way 🫡