#why are you botherin’ me? {answered memes}

[mechahero]

@anestofocs asked- I could see 4kids turning Lambda into a sweet uwu cyborg "girl" namd idk Laura who only ~pretends~ to he a boy because "hwow would awnywome wespect a girwl who fwites 🥺" Send me the changes you’d make to my character to make them 4kids appropriate (accepting)

//HELP THE WAY I CAN SEE THAT HAPPENING TOO. Mentioned that in the first of these posts where if he couldn't be edited to be more masc (because idk, I imagine it would be too tiresome to edit all of the time or not worth it at all), he would straight up be referred to as a girl.

Pile that on top of with some writers being very weird about girls that do fight, especially back then, and it's not treated as shocking by the story (not that Lambda is a girl but you get what I mean), and you would have a deeply cursed combo for a character change.

[pinklacedarling]

❇️ FINALLY ❇️

❇️ Pairing: Atsumu x F!Reader ❇️ Summary: Atsumu tries to figure out why you don’t like him, and possibly get you to agree to go on a date with him too. Easy, right? ❇️ Contents: Fluff, Angst (if you squint), Pre-Timeskip || ❇️ Word Count: 3.7k ❇️ Masterlist: Link

Miya Atsumu was at a loss.

Honestly speaking his problem wasn’t all that complicated, but the setter was so close to losing his mind over it that even his twin was starting to feel sorry for him.

Atsumu had a crush on you. You, who sat beside him in class, who - in his point of view - never gave him the time of day.

It had started during his second year, he couldn’t remember exactly when, but he does remember how it happened. It was a completely normal interaction, really. Atsumu asked to borrow your notes because he fell asleep in the middle of class and you agreed to lend it to him, but what piqued his interest was what came after.

When he returned your notes to you he had half expected you to hold his attention, flirt or make small talk like all the other girls did, but all you did was take your notebook back, flipped through it to check nothing was amiss and looked at him with a bored expression before saying, “Don’t fall asleep in class again. I’m not going to make a habit of lending you my notes for the entire year, Miya-san.”

And that was it.

Frankly, he had no idea why he even started liking you after that. Perhaps your aloofness felt like a breath of fresh air when compared to other girls, always so noisy and crowding him wherever he went. You, on the other hand, kept to yourself most of the time and didn’t like gossip, but that didn’t mean you were unapproachable. You were deemed as one of the most responsible people in class, and Atsumu noticed how people would ask for your help from time to time.

What confused him though was how compliant you were to them, but not him. If someone asked to borrow your pen you’d lend it to them, but when he was the one asking he’d get a “You’re so forgetful, Miya-san” or “Why didn’t you bring your own” and it was so frustrating!

He had tried multiple times to get close to you, but it all ended in failure. You’d cut conversations short or decline his invitation of spending lunch together - and every time he was so close to giving up his stupid crush on you and moving on, but you always gave him a reason to try again.

There was one time where he saw you petting a stray kitten with the softest expression on your face, and he couldn’t get the image out of his head for days. Or sometimes, when he glanced over your direction during class, you’d have a small pout on your lips from solving a math problem. You also tend to tilt your head ever so slightly when you were confused, which he found adorable. You didn’t smile a lot but when you did he swears it has the power to light up the room. There was also your laugh and, oh man, it was the most angelic thing he’s ever heard. And then there was—

It was safe to say that Atsumu had fallen for you. Hard.

Too bad it didn’t seem the same for you.

“Why doesn’t she like me?!” Atsumu had groaned after practice one day, slumping over on the gym floor beside his brother.

Osamu was already used to this, so he didn’t even bother looking over as the blonde continued to complain. “Maybe it’s cause your personality’s garbage.” He bluntly says.

“Shaddup, ‘Samu! I’m plenty nice to her but she just keeps shootin’ me down every time! Sometimes she doesn’t even look at me when I’m tryin’ to talk to her!”

“Ah, she finds you ugly then.”

“We have the same face!”

“What are you two yelling about now?” Suna interjects, walking towards the two with his phone in hand.

“It’s L/N again.” Osamu answers, “It’s always L/N. What else would ‘Tsumu be rantin’ about?” He hears his brother groan again before continuing, a smirk playing on his lips. “Ya know she calls me ‘Osamu’ but she calls ‘Tsumu ‘Miya-san’?”

Atsumu frowns, “She even called me ‘Miya-san’ right after I said she could call me ‘Atsumu’ too!”

His brother laughs. “‘No, thank you. I’ll stick with ‘Miya-san’ instead’  is what she said.” Osamu recalls while Atsumu lets out a yell of frustration. “Didn’t even waste a second. That was hilarious.”

The middle blocker hums, already accustomed to how much Atsumu brings up his failed attempts at making friends with you. He usually doesn’t poke his nose into other people’s business, but even he was getting annoyed by how much the blonde kept complaining every day.

“You should probably give up.” Suna finally decides to say, glancing over to Atsumu for a second before his eyes shift back to his phone. “Y/N’s pretty stubborn. If she doesn’t like you now then she probably wouldn’t like you any time soon.”

“Wha—! Yer on first name basis with her?!” Atsumu cries. “Since when?!”

“If ya keep shoutin’ Kita-san’s gonna hear ya.” Osamu interjects, but his brother ignores him in favor of glaring at Suna.

Suna sighs, “Uh, since we were classmates in our first year? She got transferred to your class this year but we still talk about video games sometimes and send each other memes.”

“How’d you get her to be friends with ya??”

“I don’t know, I was nice to her?”

Atsumu grumbles at this, running both hands through his hair. “But I’m nice to her!” He says. “I literally haven’t done anythin’ to make her hate me but she does anyway! How can I ask her out on a date if she doesn’t even wanna be friends with me?! This ain’t fair!”

Without looking up from his phone Suna responds, “You called her a ‘noisy pig’ and to ‘get lost’ when you briefly met, but sure.”

Time suddenly stops for him as he lets Suna’s words sink in. “… What?”

“M’not repeating myself.”

“I haven’t even met her before the year started!”

“Maybe you don’t remember, but she clearly does.” Suna sighs, and when he realizes that Atsumu wasn’t going to leave him alone without an explanation he continues, “I don’t know much, but I remember Y/N saying you bumped into her at the classroom door and yelled at ‘er.”

Atsumu continues to think but can’t for the life of him recall the event. Sure, he’s brushed off countless girls before, but he doesn’t remember ever doing that to you. “… O-Okay, but you said this was during first year, right? That was ages ago, and I’m plenty nice to her now!” He says, trying to defend himself, but Suna just shakes his head.

“I told you, didn’t I? She’s stubborn.”

“If she’s holdin’ a grudge then it sounds like yer best bet is to apologize to her, ‘Tsumu.” Osamu hums. “But even then she might not care.”

“Wow, that helps so much. Thanks.” Atsumu drawls.

A moment of silence passes before Osamu opens his mouth again.

“… In the end, it really was because of your garbage personality.”

“Yer really lookin’ for a reason to get punched, huh?!”

——

“What is this?”

“Uh…” Atsumu stammers, arm outstretched as he holds out a bottle of your favorite drink to you. He managed to corner you near the vending machines the next day with the intention of apologizing to you for what he did, regardless if he could remember it or not. He really hopes that this would work since he’s literally run out of ideas on how to befriend you. “It’s yer favorite..?”

“I can see that, Miya-san,” You flatly say, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m asking why you’re trying to give it to me.”

“It’s a peace offerin’!”

“A peace offering…”

“Y-Yeah!” Atsumu watches as your eyes narrow in suspicion. “Y’know, for what I did… Last year?”

You click your tongue, making him jolt, and tear your gaze away for him in favor of glaring to the side. It’s the first time he’s ever seen you show any other emotion in front of him other than indifference. “Rintarou, that jerk. I told him not to bother.” You mutter, but he definitely hears it.

Atsumu frowns, drawing his arm back and playing with the bottle in his hand. “Hey, ya don’t know if Suna was the one that told me–”

“Who else would tell you if not him?” You snap, looking back at him. “I’m not stupid, Miya-san, I know you two are in the same volleyball club.”

“A-Alright, yeah, he told me…” Atsumu confesses, not wanting to push his luck. You looked ready to shove him aside and walk away at any moment, and he didn’t want that.  

A beat passes before you sigh. “So, now what? You obviously forgot about it, so why’re you suddenly bringing it up now.”

“Yeah, I forgot about it.” He admits, “But now that I know I did somethin’ to offend ya I’m tryin’ to apologize. So… here.” Atsumu holds out the bottle again, watching as your eyes briefly glance at it then back up to him.

“…What if I don’t want your apology?”

“Ugh, why not?!” Atsumu groans, albeit a bit too loudly, and misses the way you flinch at the sudden change in volume. He runs a hand through his hair, “What’s it gonna take for ya to forgive me?! M’sorry, okay?! What more do ya want?!”

“W-Why are you yelling..?!” You exclaim in a hushed tone, trying to get him to quiet down, but the blonde wasn’t having any of it. “Why do you even care if I forgive you or not? You’ve got other friends, right? People that like you - It doesn’t make a difference if I don’t!”

“But it does!”

“Be quiet, Miya-san, you’re going to attract attention–”

“I’m tryin’ my best here, can’t ya see?!” Atsumu rants, frustrations finally getting to him as he continues to talk despite your efforts in calming him down. “Sure, I was a jerk to ya once, but that was one time! I’ve been nothin’ but nice to ya since the school year started and I’m here right now tryin’ to apologize now that I know I did somethin’ wrong!”

“Miya-san, please settle down–”

“I don’t remember what happened back then, okay?! Suna said I yelled at ya, but I don’t remember! Lots o’ girls keep botherin’ me all the time so I probably bumped into ya and thought you were one of them - and again, m’sorry! C’mon, yer drivin’ me up a wall here!”

“Why is this even so important to you?!” You ask, complete confusion written all over your face as you inevitably end up shouting just as loud as him to get his attention. “Why is it so important that I forgive you—“

“BECAUSE I CAN’T ASK YA TO GO ON A DATE WITH ME IF YA HATE ME NOW, CAN I?!”

The both of you suddenly freeze, and Atsumu realizes a little too late what he just blurted out.

“W-Wait, that’s not–! I mean, I wasn’t supposed to say that– Not that I’m lyin’ or anythin’ but, u-uhh..! Well, uhm–” He babbles, unsure of how he was going to cover up his words now that he’s yelled it out right in your face.

You, on the other hand, stare at him wordlessly, eyes wide and completely taken by surprise. If anyone told you that Miya Atsumu was ever even minisculely interested in you, you would’ve laughed - but here he was, trying to find an excuse as to why he just yelled that he wanted to take you out on a date.

Frankly speaking, you never really hated him.

Dislike? Yes.

Hate? No.

With the exception of your first meeting you just found him annoying, mostly due to the fact that he always had those fangirls of his close by. They’d crowd at the classroom door during breaks and make so much noise it irritated you, and since you sat right beside him in class then it meant that you were subjected to most of the noise whenever they came around to leave their gifts and love letters.

Now, you weren’t blind. You knew why those girls were so taken with him, and you didn’t blame them. Miya was easy on the eyes and, at times, seemed quite charming. He had this lazy smile on his face whenever he talked to you, and perhaps you would’ve been kinder to him if you didn’t know how rude he was.

You knew that Miya was prideful, competitive, confident, and an all around show off since Rintarou would message you about the volleyball club from time to time. He knew your dislike for the setter, so he’d sometimes send you random pictures and videos, a lot of which include said setter messing up or getting told off by their captain.

There was also the time that the middle blocker sent you a video of the twins brawling. You were concerned at first, but when you learned the reason was because the blonde started hurling insults at his brother you supposed he deserved getting drop kicked from behind.

“He’s not a bad person,” Rintarou told you one day while you were having lunch together, “He’s stupid at times and has a big head, but he’s not all that bad. Maybe you should try to get along with him already. He’s always complaining to us.”

“No, thanks.” You scoff, shaking your head. “Besides, he’ll get tired eventually.”

You knew a lot of things about Miya Atsumu, but never in your life would you have thought that he’d be such a fumbling, blushing mess when asking someone out, and you out of all people.

“H-Hey,” You start, silently cursing yourself for stuttering. “This isn’t funny, Miya-san. I don’t appreciate being messed with.”

Atsumu looks at you, eyebrows scrunched together in a frown. “I’m not messin’ with ya, I swear!” He says, and you hear the nervousness in his voice.

“Why me?” You quietly ask, letting out an exasperated sigh at this whole situation. “You have lots of girls that want you to ask them out, so why’re you going for someone who doesn’t like you?”

“I… I don’t know.” He huffs, putting a hand behind his neck as his gaze lands on the ground. “I suppose it’s cause yer different? Yer not like those girls that follow me around. They’re so noisy and talk too much. I appreciate their support and all but they get too close a lot of the time and I feel like suffocatin’ whenever there’s too many of ‘em.”

You blink, absorbing this new information. You had always assumed that he liked all the attention he got from his fangirls. Never once had it crossed your mind that he didn’t like having them around… Then again, he did mention thinking you were one of those girls way back during first year.

“But ya don’t act like that with me.” He continues, “I mean, I guess it’s cause ya don’t like me, but the difference was refreshin’… For once I didn’t have a girl who was throwin’ themselves at me. I thought ‘hey, maybe if I play my cards right then she’d give me a shot’, but then you wouldn’t give me anythin’ to work with…”

You frown, mostly at yourself, and looking back maybe you could’ve been a bit nicer to him. Perhaps you judged Miya Atsumu too quickly.

“I know ya don’t like me and I’ve tried to distract myself from ya, get rid of this dumb crush, but…” Atsumu trails off, sighing. You note that the tips of his ears turn a darker shade of red. “Whenever I see ya talkin’ to someone, givin’ them that cute smile of yours or laughin’ so prettily… Makes me wanna be on the receivin’ end of that, y’know?”

“Don’t call me pretty.” You blurt out, turning your head to one side to hide the growing blush on your cheeks.

Atsumu lets out a chuckle, giving you a lopsided grin. “Sorry, no can do. Can’t lie to ya now, can I?” He says. Noticing your flustered state, he adds, “Yer real pretty - Even when you were snappin’ and glarin’ me earlier ya still managed to look like the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Didn’t take you for a masochist.” You retort, trying to get him to stop complimenting you so much. You weren’t used to this at all.

“I think ya looked kinda hot too—“

“Miya-san!”

He laughs, and you didn’t expect to feel so relieved when you see his smile return to his face. The blonde was always smiling whenever he talked to you, so seeing anything but a smile was worrying, to say the least.

You surprised him when you snatched the bottle from his hand, glaring at the drink as you contemplated your next words. “You’re really not messing with me?” You ask, side-eyeing him warily. “This isn’t a prank?”

“I swear it ain’t.” He answers, patiently waiting for your response.

“… I still don’t think I can fully trust you,” you start, and you see him visibly deflate and you quickly add, “B-But I guess I could start by forgiving you.”

Atsumu’s eyes widen and he takes a step towards you. “R-Really?!”

“Calm down! Yes, I forgive you!” You jump, not used to him being so close. “I-It’s the least I could do, right? After all, you just confessed and everything… Even yelled that you wanted to ask me out.”

“Ah, right… I did do that, huh?” He sighs, not really knowing how to move forward after that. He could already hear his brother’s voice calling him lame.

“I… I guess I can manage that.” You state.

He blinks. “Huh? What’s that mean?”

“I-I admit I’ve misjudged you, and we could use the opportunity to get to know each other,” you explain, twirling a strand of your hair around your finger to distract yourself from his gaze, “Plus I’d be a real jerk if I didn���t give you a chance after everything you said… B-Basically, what I’m trying to say is that we… could go on a date.”

“YOU’LL GO ON A DATE WITH ME?!”

You shush, giving him a glare, but Atsumu was over the moon with your answer that there was no way he could hold back on his excitement. He was beaming, giving you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. It made him look like a giant puppy.

“Don’t expect too much out of it!” You cough, trying to ignore how hot your cheeks were getting as you opened the bottle in your hand to take a drink.

This doesn’t phase him however, as Atsumu was already thinking of where to take you, hoping that he could impress you enough to take you on more dates in the future.

“If it’s a date then can I hold yer hand the whole time?” He asks, a smile still present on his face.

You almost choke on your drink, making him laugh as you angrily said, “I just told you not to expect too much!” But again, this does nothing to erase the giddiness he was so obviously displaying. You huff, a bit surprised by how quickly his mood changed by just agreeing to go on a date with him. You supposed it was a good thing, especially since you’ve started seeing him differently from before.

“Let’s head back to class,” you sigh, checking the time, “I don’t wanna be late for next period.”

“Wait!” He says, stopping you before you could take a single step. Atsumu takes out his phone, staring at you expectantly, and it takes you a second before you understand what he’s getting at. The two of you take a moment to exchange numbers and Atsumu’s heart jumps when he receives a ping from you, confirming that it is indeed your number plugged into his phone.

You lean over to check Atsumu’s phone screen, frowning, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “What’s wrong?” He gulps, afraid he did something to upset you again.

“… You can call me Y/N now, if you want.”

“Wha—! Yer finally lettin’ me?!” Atsumu thinks his heart can’t handle much more surprises today, especially since he got you to forgive and agree to go on a date with him. And now you’re letting him call you by your first name?

Atsumu thinks his heart might actually burst from it all.

“Y-Yeah, well, since I’ve forgiven you now there’s no real reason for me to keep telling you to call me L/N all the time.” You mumble, “And, uh, I guess… I guess I’ll start calling you ‘Atsumu’ from now on too.”

Was it possible to die from too much happiness? Because he definitely feels like he’s getting dangerously close to it.

“D-Do you have some place you wanna go?” He asks, excitedly changing your contact name and secretly putting a heart beside it. “For our date, I mean.”

You hum, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible when in reality you’re still pretty nervous about this whole ordeal. “Not really. I’m pretty good with anything, but don’t go overboard.”

“Okay,” he nods, “I’ll think of a few things and text you about it tonight?” That was kind of a lie. He’s already thought of at least a dozen different places he could take you to but he keeps that to himself.

“Sounds good.” You agree, silently scolding yourself at how curious you already were for what he was planning. Shaking your head, you wave your hand for him to follow. “C’mon, let’s go already. The bell’s gonna go off soon.”

You weren’t even three steps away when you hear him again, and it takes your entire self control not to hurl your drink at him.

“Y/N!” Atsumu says, a big grin on his face, “If I do good on our date will you let me kiss ya?”

“Atsumu, shut up!”

Atsumu follows you back to class, laughing at your scowling, red face, feeling the happiest he’s ever been because finally - thank god, finally -  he’s making some progress with you.

BONUS: “So you finally forgave him, huh?” You hear from your laptop, making you groan. You didn’t even need to be on video call to know that he has an annoying smirk on his face.

“Shut up, Rintarou.”

“Hey, don’t take it out on me.” He chuckles. “Atsumu’s so whipped for you, I swear. He wouldn’t stop bragging about how he finally got a date with you. Osamu was close to spiking a ball in his face.”

“I’m serious.”

“He’s already thinking about more dates, y’know? Anniversary dates too.”

“I will end this call, I swear to god!”

“Even said he’d get you to marry him someday–”

CLICK! [CALL ENDED]

A/N: I didn’t think this would be this long lmao;; I wrote this halfway then continued about a week after so the continuity of it all might be a bit weird but I think it’s good, so I hope people do too! (Added Note: I reuploaded this cause it wasn’t showing up in the tags for some reason?? It’s been a full day and it never popped up)

[polarfarina]

Tag meme! I was tagged by @casua-aria! Thanks!

Rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 followers you want to know better!

Age: 19 (I cant read)

Birthplace: Portland, Oregon (or somewhere close who knows)

Drink you last had: tropical citrus Vitamin water

Easiest person to talk to: I love talkin to my friend Hannah, she’s so positive about everything and is always understanding and patient, especially when I talk about stuff that’s botherin me. Also she can keep telling me the dnd stuff I love to hear about it

Grossest memory: Umm….one time at work I knocked an entire 24 oz glass jar of salsa off the shelf and it pretty much exploded.... had to stop everything I was doing to clean it up. Thankfully my Sort Of Manager was understanding about it (I guess there are grosser things I could mention but uh. I don't wanna)

Hogwarts house: I have no clue I'm not much of a potterhead and every test I take turns out differently

In love: Hm yeah maybe

Jealous of people: Yeah I guess I’m jealous of a lot of people, but I try not to turn it into hate towards them. It’s more like “oh, you’re so lucky to have what you have,” and then I try to make myself better so that maybe one day I could be there. I use it as inspiration I suppose? I’m mostly jealous of all the good artists out there, but if I look at someone’s really amazing art, it just makes me want to draw more for myself!

Killed someone: Are you kidding they would hate me for that

Love at first sight or walk by again: Hm I’m not sure on that. Guess it woiuld depend …. On what exactly, I don’t know.

Middle name: Rose (which is the middle name of about HALF the people on Earth!!!! I’m named after my great grandmother tho)

Number of siblings: One fantastic younger sister. Her drive to create inspires me every day, and I’m glad we get along so well.

One wish: For enough money to be comfortable in my life, and to make it better for everyone around me. I want to commission every artist, donate to everyone’s patreon, buy fanart and merch every day. I want to take my friends out more often, to be able to live in a house without worrying about the upcoming bills. To be able to eat out twice a week, buy fancy Christmas presents for my family, everything. I try to donate now but if I had the money I’d be spewing it everywhere, to everyone. Gigantic tips to the servers who deserve it, and even the ones who might not. Some of my friends are in places right now where they could really use some extra stability, and if I had enough money, I could give it to all of them. They deserve it, every single one. What a dream. I wish I had more to give.

Question you are asked the most: “Do you work here?” or alternatively “Are you awake yet?” because question no 1 is technically no longer applicable anymore

Song you last sung: The Merlin tv show theme song. Say what you want about the show but I like the music for sure.

Time you woke: The first time today, I woke up at just after 11 am, but then after being awake until about 9 pm, I fell asleep again and woke up at about 10:45. Regular sleep schedule whom?

Underwear color: light grey. uh thanks for this question

Vacation destination: Hawaii. I was lucky enough to go on a trip there last summer for about a week and a half, expenses paid (except for some of the meals and the 7 tshirts I bought for $20), and it was so good. I wish I could visit again but I don’t have the money for it. If I could afford it, I’d take all my friends with me. It’s the most relaxing place on Earth.

Worst habit: My mind wanders sometimes when I’m talking to someone, most often when I’m on the phone or doing a voice chat online, so I try to do things like draw to keep the restless part of my brain at bay, but that can sometimes overpower my focus and I end up missing some of what was said. I don’t know why I struggle with this so much now; when I called people on the phone on the daily back when I was like eight, I didn’t have a problem. 

X-rays: I had an X-ray once, when I fell off a swing set during the summer after third grade. They wanted to see if my left arm was broken, but determined that it was only sprained. I don't know how accurate that is because it’s been over a decade and it still hurts sometimes, and there’s a small but definitive lump in my wrist. I should probably ask someone about it but it’s not impairing me in any way so I haven’t put a priority on it yet. My dad says sometimes that he thinks it was broken, and they just didn’t catch it. But who really knows? (the doctors who I just have to ask. I just have to go there. it’s not that hard, me.)

Your favorite food: Mashed Yukon gold potatoes with my specialty onion and rosemary topping. It melts me whenever I make it. Second favorite is Thai food: Thai curry, tom kha soup, curry chicken on a stick. It also melts my insides because it’s like eating gold, if gold actually tasted good.

Thanks for the tag! I’m going to tag: anyone who wants to do it! I hate @ing people so I’m not gonna! If you see this post: you’re tagged! Do it if you want!

[mechahero]

@anestofocs asked- 😱 for the text meme with Yuki? social media and texting prompts (accepting!) send 😱 for a scared text from my muse

[text]- hey.

[text]- what the fuck are you doing?

[mechahero]

@5mind asked- ⚔️ ( vs. coldsnap?) Send ⚔️ for a vs. battle quote to your muse (accepting!)

Battle intro: "C'mon dude, all I did was kill that one person! How was I supposed to know you were fightin' 'em too?" Victory: "I'm gettin' outta here. It's too fuckin' cold." Defeat: "The cold shoulder pun was worth itttt!" Assist: "Hey! Hey! Ice skate to the head! Please?" Taunt: "Nice belt. What kind of costume shop did ya get that from?" Reacting to Taunt: "Oh. Well, fuck you too." Tie: "Eh, whatever. This was annoying as fuck anyway." Perfect Victory: "Listen, I know I just beat ya to a pulp but is it kinda weird that I have a really bad craving for ice cream right now?"

[mechahero]

@asurastro asked- “Character Setting!” send me “character setting!” to learn about my muse’s home! (accepting!)

There's a lot more of the city than one would think! Instead of expanding outwards though, it expands downwards. Given that there's at least three levels of the city, it kind of makes sense? However the origin for the downwards level is kind of sweet. The downwards level is home to Steve. Elevator Steve if you want to be fancy about it.

The hollowed out ground underneath at the time was the only place where he could fit, seeing as he's a massive eldritch squid from outer space and understandably, dealing with a Ridley issue isn't fun. (I.e., he's too got damb big to fit.) Of course, though, having him just live in dirt while everyone else gets to live in a nice city seemed rude, no matter how cool Steve was with it.

So it lead to the creation of the downstairs portion of the city. It's large and roomy enough for Steve to fit in plus so much more and is all grey stone and chilled, which makes sense given it's underground and well.. stone. It's not just Steve that lives there though as it's also home to monsters that simply can't be out during the day or have a house topside without running the risk of accidentally getting cooked to death via sunlight peeking through the curtains.

It's not all housing though as the downstairs section is also home to just as many places to eat and shop as well as another open-air market!

[mechahero]

@demonsfate asked- >Heavy editing to Lambda's design 'cos he's too "girly" looking for a Boy. >He would be renamed to "Larry" >Lambda fights people but NEVER kills them, just uhh... sends them to the Shadow Realm or whatever >Turned Completely Straight Send me the changes you’d make to my character to make them 4kids appropriate (accepting)

//Thanks Wikia! I'll be going over these bullet point style!

Honestly, with the excessive amount of edits 4Kids made to the anime they broadcasted way back in the day, I can absolutely see this happening. Gender nonconformity? That's gone. Lambda is solely Masc McDudeGuy now. NO PINK SHIRTS ALLOWED! (Alternatively, I could see it going the cursed misgendering route where Lambda is only referred to as a girl and leaning heavily on him being a "tomboy".)

BHDNFDBNJ GOD. I CAN FRICKING SEE THAT HAPPENING TOO. No cool names either. Only regular, normal names the American Audience™️ will understand. Because they wouldn't possibly relate to someone with as goofy as a name as Lambda! Joking here ofc but still.

This doesn't even have to be a 4Kids exclusive change. Lambda sending someone to the Spaghetti Dimension with No Air is something he would do regardless of that. (Although, I can see dialogue being slipped in where he mentions letting someone back out of there when he wouldn't do that. At all.)

THE MOST CURSED CHANGE. If he's done so much as mention a girl wearing a cute outfit and commenting on it, it would be turned into him talking about how cute the girl herself is. He could literally grip another man by the shoulders and mention having the world's gayest make out session with them and you just know it would be retooled into some "Bro, you're so awesome!" spiel. No pink shirts, no gender nonconformity, and certainly no homosexuality here folks! Ignore the original text saying otherwise fbhndjgbhdngj.

[mechahero]

@dragvnsovl asked- “FUSION ! ” //Lambs and Yamcha or Shallot this time? Or maybe even Fu! Send “FUSION ! ”and I will draw OR write what a fusion between our muses would look and act like

//JOKE'S ON YOU, I DID ALL THREE OF THEM! GET PRANKED! (saying this jokingly ofc but they were really fun to design so >:3)

[mechahero]

@asurastro asked- 🐤 send me a 🐤 for a Tweet my muse would make about yours (accepting)

Multiverse problems. Like one of those DC multiverse issues...

[mechahero]

@outofthiisworld asked- Dear Diary!!! Send “Dear Diary” for a random excerpt from my muses diary (accepting!)

(September 6th, 2024)

Dear Diary,

Today I updated my Monsternet page! Mostly because I really wanted to and honestly the status I had on there was on there for WAAAYYYY too long. It was kind of embarrassing aha. But yeah, I got a cute new background for it and everything so I'm all good to go for the fall!

Skip's also getting a little bigger! I was kind of worried she wouldn't grow. I mean, I know she's a kitten and all so yeah no duh she's going to get bigger but still I worry about her sometimes. She still fits in bowls for now though. Anyways, I should probably do some laundry. My clothes are suuuuper jacked up and they kind of need it.

Maybe I'll watch more of that one vampire hunter show or whatever. I'm SKIPPING the hyena episode though. No way I'm watching THAT again.

[mechahero]

@anestofocs asked- For the what discourse would happen meme: There would be a whole one on if Lamba was an uwu sweet bean or illredeemable monster with no nuance. They would just..massacre your boy's characterization what fandom discourse would there be surrounding my character if they were canon? (accepting!)

//God, yeah. That would probably happen. Nuance isn't exactly a thing in fan spaces? Or at the very least, the people who get it are kind of rare? (Though characterization getting massacred is also a huge thing in there ngl. See: funny character with other characteristics being reduced to only being the funny guy fbhdnghbn)

So to have him be reduced to sweet lil' guy or horrible fucking person would not be out of the realm of possibility! Especially when people ignore the fact that he can be good or terrible but he's not going to be one or the other all of the time.

[mechahero]

@outofthiisworld asked- 👗 for me to design an outfit based off of your muse! — lemme see that Ophelia fit, Lambda!!! 👁️👁️ send 👗 for me to design an outfit based off of your muse! (accepting!)

//When you said matching fur coats, you were so right about that.

[mechahero]

@idolsummons asked- 👗 if u do not know hana well enough that's fine but... 🥺 some clothing meme from a while ago i forgot the name of

//This got stuck in the ibispaint backlog for a bit, whoops!

[mechahero]

@5mind asked- 🐦(chirptune :)) social media texting & prompts (accepting!)

send 🐦 for a tweet about your muse

-babysits Chirptune one time

-regrets it.

[mechahero]

@idolsummons asked- 🎵 my muse finds a music box spooky drabbles (accepting!)

No good comes from music boxes.

This he knows. Despite the pretty sounds they make, they always seem to cause nothing but trouble. He's sure this applies double to music boxes with strange squid-like figures in place of a ballerina or something. At least regular music boxes had the annoying issue of being stolen or vanishing into thin air but this?

Lambda could practically feel the dread seeping off of it. And it fills him with a terror that he can't quite place nor explain. But it scares him to no end and he wants it gone.

"...We need to get rid of this thing.", he finally speaks up, his voice taking on an decisiveness that is very rarely present. He tears his eyes off it long enough to give his current companion a glance.

He tries to ignore how warm and clammy it feels in his hands. It makes him feel sick.

[mechahero]

@5mind asked- “ No, no no, ghost stories aren’t happening. Chirptune still hasn’t recovered from last time... ” SLEEPOVER SHENANIGANS SENTENCE STARTERS (accepting!)

"Awww, Chirptune!" Cue a barely disguised attempt at covering up amusement with feigned disappointment. The mischievous smile currently spread wide on his face wasn't much of a help either. A rolled up blanket is set down to the side so he can kneel down, his joints whirring ever so slightly.

"You're sure you don't wanna hear 'bout-" A pause for dramatic effect. ".... The Trash Can Terrorizer?"