#why is it 42% worms.

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BLUEPRINT

Soshiro Hoshina is great at following blueprints and maps, always finding his way back to you. Right?

TAGS . . . fluff/crack, clingy Hoshina, reader is called 'beautiful', this is my first time writing for kn8, expect more in the future! dedicated to @nyxypoo , for helping me organize my brainrot, and also to @maruflix , for introducing me to the manga in the first place.

Soshiro "Don't get attached to anyone" Hoshina had finally come to terms with the fact that, in order to sleep he needed warmth; one which only a human could provide.

Which is why he found himself in the wee hours of the morning completely awake, unable to catch a wink of sleep. His fingers desperately tapped over the screen of his phone, typing a message. When he sent it, his attention shifted to the background photo of his chat—a picture of a certain officer watching the sunset on the dormitories' terrace.

SOSHI <3 02:41 When are you cominggg I need you

YOU 02:41 I'm going in rn, I'll be there in 5

SOSHI <3 02:42 I'll get the toolbox then Good luck, sweetheart

Having been sworn to secrecy by Soshiro himself, you could not afford to have anyone find out about your relationship with the Third Division's vice-captain. It could jeopardize your job as a platoon leader, and also put both of your lives at risk. Because gossip flows like an endless river, and could eventually reach higher-ups, or worse, an identified kaiju disguised in human flesh.

You carefully aligned the screwdriver with the last screw left. Twisting it, you took it off and placed it with the other three under your pillow, inhaling deeply before taking off the vent panel and sliding in.

You knew the route like the back of your hand, the flashlight from your phone now deemed as unnecessary, for the amount of times in which you crawled through the Third Division's vent systems exceeded the hundreds. The cameras in the hallways would deem it suspicious if you went to sneak out to Soshiro's room directly, which is why you settled on using the vents.

You crawled and crawled, turning every few minutes until you reached your opening. Poking your head out you saw your boyfriend, waiting for you with open arms.

"Aww, is my little worm ready to be carried?" he cooed, his arms now on your sides as he pulled you towards him. You scoffed at the name, "You call me a worm again and I won't help you ever again."

He tilted his head back as he laughed, heading back to his bed, which had the covers already pulled back. He climbed in and patted the spot next to him, grinning from ear to ear when you laid next to him as he took the opportunity to place his head on your chest and wrap his arms around your waist.

"You've no idea how much I missed ya, darlin'."

"We saw each other in the cafeteria a few hours ago, Soshi" you smiled, your fingers running through his hair. You felt him pout as he whined, stating that a few hours were enough to drive him wild.

"Y'know that's not enough, beautiful."

When you agreed to date the Soshiro Hoshina you knew what you were signing up for. Every breathing moment, the vice-captain had to have his hands on you, whether it was his hand grazing yours during meetings, to him latching on to you in order to sleep.

You were his drug. Plain and simple.

It didn't take long for your boyfriend to fall asleep. Your presence alone was comforting, with your body offering him the peace and quiet that he longed for after a hard day at work. Unbeknownst to him, you took a bit longer to join him in dreamland, as you first had to hear the little sentences your boyfriend murmured here and there while fully asleep.

On tonight's menu? "...jus' wanna... be like this... forever."

Apparently, 'forever' lasted for around... half a day. 'Forever' did not include an incident with a honju, which ended up in you having to stay in the infirmary, after stepping in to help someone from your platoon.

Bed rest was mandatory. Those were the orders given to you by the vice-captain, after all. Having encountered and fought a fungal-type kaiju, he demanded you spend the night in the infirmary, in case there were any issues with spores.

Soshiro eyed the photo on his phone various times, only stopping to check the time. 1:34 am. Good enough, right?

SOSHI <3 01:35 Alright beautiful, I'm going in I think you're gonna have to get up from the bed to let me in tho I'll let you know when I'm there

YOU 01:36 The iv is in my left arm so I'll be good Good luck, handsome!!

The flashlight on Soshiro's phone was on, the photo on his screen displaying the blueprint of the vent system. The trajectory was simple: go straight, then right, then right again, and then straight into the infirmary vents. Plus, it would be way easier for him to recognize, as you promised him you would play some music from your phone for him to know which room it was.

And so, Soshiro Hoshina embarked on what could be the hardest mission of his life. He wondered how you were able to do this every night without fail, then do it again in the morning before the other platoon leaders woke up. He gained newfound admiration for you as he crawled his way into your room, his forehead red from hitting his head against dead ends multiple times.

At last, he found the panel.

There it was, the soft classical music playing in the room. Weird, he thought, Yn never really listens to this type of music. He shrugged it off, believing that it might have been a special signal just for him.

"Psst—hey—special delivery coming through."

Silence. You must have fallen asleep.

"Yn" he whisper-yelled, "Angel, open the vent for me, yeah? It's kinda cramped in here."

No response.

He sighed as he pressed the call button, uncomfortably holding the phone against his ear. When he noticed your phone didn't ring, he assumed it was silenced. The vibrations surely would wake you up, right?

YOU: Soshi, are you here? I don't see you anywhere

SOSHI <3: Angel I'm here, I followed the music—didn't know ya liked classical

YOU: Classical? Baby, I'm playing Ciara.

SOSHI <3: Then whose room am I in?

The moment Soshiro heard the growl of a feline, he ended the call.

SOSHI <3 02:53 HOLY SHHIT I THINK I ENDED UP IN CAPTAIN ASHIRO'S ROOM

YOU 02:53 HOSHINA THAT WAS ON THE OTHER SIDE DID YOU EVEN READ THE BLUEPRINT???

SOSHI <3 02:54 Oh so I'm Hoshina now. You don't love me. Btw I'm stuck and Bakko found me I love you

"Vice-captain Hoshina? Is that you in the vent?"

Soshiro Hoshina swore he had shit his pants.

[pr0wlerpunk]

Would they love you as a worm?

And how would they react?

(Platonic!)

Gn!reader

Some of these are short and I’m sorry for that, wrote this at 1:am and I didn’t rlly feel like adding or fixing anything ☹️

Warnings: Slight atsv spoilers!!!, really bad British slang(someone please help), idk if the terms I used for hobie are actual British slang or not….nor do I know how to spell them if they are☹️

Earth-1610!Miles Morales- Definitely(but he Misses human you)

🕷️miles would ABSOLUTELY love you as a worm.

🕷️somehow someway you turn into a worm and miles is so protective.

🕷️I’m talkin’ like dude would keep you so safe, with a little terrarium filled with fresh soil and plants.

🕷️feel like he would also spend nights talkin’ to you and just spilling his problems out.

🕷️one time he got scared that his mom threw you out but she had just moved you…yea he almost had a heart attack

——

“Mom, where’s my little jar I had on my window?”

“Oh uhm….I honestly don’t remember where I put it..”

“…”

“Miles?”

And he’s already gone to look for you around the house.

It took him a hour but he finally found you…in a cabinet.

That night he spent singing sunflower to you

——

Earth-42!Miles Morales- Kinda(he had to think about it)

⛓️ miles would have to warm up to you.

⛓️like 1610 miles, you somehow turn into a worm.

⛓️at first he thinks it’s a joke…but as time moves on he realizes you’re a worm.

⛓️he definitely would keep you safe though.

⛓️like he would keep you fed and made sure you didn’t dry out.

⛓️but like he doesn’t do the whole talk thing.

⛓️the only time he talks to you is when he’s checking on you(like twice a day)

⛓️he definitely hides you from his uncle.

⛓️he’s not ashamed he just doesn’t want to explain how you became a worm because even he doesn’t know.

⛓️though if Aaron ever found out I think he would just stare at miles and walk away.

——

“Yo miles, cmon man we gotta do a ru-”

“…” “…”

“Miles why is there a worm on your desk?…”

“I know it looks weird!!, but somehow [___] got turned into a worm..”

“…”

“Yea… we not doin’ no run today…you can just stay here with uhm…yo worm”

“Yo! Unc, it ain’t Like that!!”

But Aaron’s already out the door

And miles is left as heat flushes his now embarrassing face

——

Hobie Brown- Doesn’t care(but yes)

🎸hobie doesnt care, Like literally it’s your life.

🎸but, he is one of them that would carry you in his pocket.

🎸like dude has a full on pocket full of damp soil just for you.(that’s how he keeps you safe)

🎸he doesn’t know how you got turned into a worm, but like I said earlier he honestly doesn’t care.

🎸if you wanna be a worm…he ain’t gonna stop you.

🎸like 1610!miles, he definitely would talk to you.

🎸like full on conversations though.

🎸like he’s asking you questions and everyone’s just staring thinking he’s finally lost his marbles.

——

“So I was tellin’ bloke-”

“Ay hobie, who’re you talking to?”

“Bruva, you’re tellin’ me you don’t see [___] right er’???”

“…no?”

“That’s botched huh luv?!”

Yea they never came back…

——

Gwen Stacy- Not at first(but she does)

🎵she actually thinks you look stupid at first.

🎵she blames however you got like this on you or miles.

🎵she definitely thought you were ugly.

🎵but then she gets to care for you and ends up loving you.

🎵not the best at protecting you but please don’t be hard on her.

🎵she gets mad when someone tries to mess with you.

🎵like it’s kinda scary.

🎵I’m talkin’ bout full on glare, eyebrows furrowed, right nostril flared and lip curved up slightly.

🎵one day she caught a spider person tapping your glass and she got pissed.

——

“Ay!, why’re tapping the glass?”

“Oh, uhm.!”

“Move. This isn’t a zoo”

“Right! S-sorry!”

“…”

“You ok [___]?”

All in all everyone knew not to mess with Gwen and her worm friend.

——

Jessica Drew- Yes(shes basically your mom now)

🤰🏾she absolutely loves you.

🤰🏾plus she thought it’d be easy practice for when she pops her baby.

🤰🏾is the type to tell someone she has a kid and then show them you

🤰🏾she’s definitely always checking on you.

🤰🏾protects you like a mom should.(kinda)

🤰🏾she cried when she lost you.

🤰🏾one day she set you down to grab a drink and when she came back you were gone.

——

“I’ll be right back [___], don’t move!”

5 minutes later…

“[___]?….[___]!??”

“E-excuse me, but has anyone seen [___]??”

“Uh, who?”

“Their a worm, and they were right here!”

She ended up finding you with Peter B and mayday

She realized this was harder than she originally thought…

——

Miguel- No(He Acts Like he hates you, but secretly would do anything for you)

🕸️dude definitely almost stepped on you once or twice.

🕸️Bros the Type of Person to yell at you After he almost stepped on you.

🕸️but like once he warms up to you he’s definitely carrying you everywhere.

🕸️Like Bro wouldn’t trust you😭.

🕸️or for that matter anyone.

🕸️Like one time, he let Peter B watch You And when he came back mayday was about to eat you.

——

“I got it dude”

“Are You sure You can Watch [___]?”

“Yes now go..literally you’re ruining the mood right now”

10 Minutes later…

“I’m back-”

“PETER!?”

“What!, What!?”

“Your child almost ate [___]…”

“…”

“I’m sorry?”

“…Hijo de puta…”

“Yea i deserve that…”

——

Pav- Yes(He wants to keep you forever..)

🪀Bro thinks you’re the cutest thing hes ever Seen

🪀he definitely calls you his little wormy

🪀he would keep you safe in a while mini House

🪀Like Bro made it And Everything

🪀he doesn’t want you to Turm Back Human

🪀Like…Ever 💀

🪀he definitely Rants to you about EVERYTHING

🪀he told you how miles called Chai, “chai tea”

——

“So im sitting there right And he just Says….Chai tea…”

“LIKE CMON MAN”

“PAV WHO ARE YOU TALKIN TO??!”

“NO ONE MAMA!”

His mom thinks he has an imaginary friend now….

Tags: @alisblackgf

[milolovesbmc]

Thinking about Bowtie Productions Falsettos, and I see no one talking about it, so here's a fun little thing I noticed!!

During March of the Falsettos, the men are wearing baseball uniforms, i think it's interesting how in this specific production, the mens childishness is shown by (their love for) sports. As in, in the bit in MOTF where they're muttering and talking at the very start they're muttering "baseball" and sport related stuff, which I think is a really interesting way of portraying this immaturity.

Anyways, where I'm getting with this is, their baseball (MOTF) uniforms say Falsettos at the front, which I think is really funny, because that means this literally is the march of the Falsettos, they're LITERALLY the Falsettos. In the back, they each have a different number, like you would have in any baseball uniform, and THAT'S what I want to focus on. I think this is really well done because MOTF is all about how Trina views the men, as childish and immature, but also about how she views each of them:

Starting off with the most obvious one, Whizzer's says 69, which wildly known to be the number of/the number that represents sex, this is because Trina views him as lustful, this could tie back to the view/belief that existed at the time around gay men being overly sexual and perverted, but that's a whole other can of worms I could get into some other time.

Marvin's says 01, which very obviously is tied with being the first, the one on the top, the best, basically. This is tied to his need to control everything and everyone, of "wanting it all", he needs to be at the top so that everyone will do as he says.

Moving on, Jason's number is 13. In Judaism, 13 signifies the age at which one becomes a man, due to this being the age at which a Jewish child has his Bar Mitzvah. Obviously, in MOTF, Jason isn't 13 yet, he's somewhere around the age of 10 or 11 years old, and we actually get to see him get Bar Mitzvah'd during the end act 2. This could signify how, even though he's not literally a man yet according to Judaism, Trina views him as one. Jason's portrayed as the most mature of the four men, seeing as he is the only one who isn't singing in Falsetto (in a high voice), this is how Trina thinks of him.

Finally, the one I'm most interested by, Mendel's says 42. Funnily enough, I first thought this was a reference to 420 (since they couldn't put a 3 digit number) and they were somehow implying Mendel smoked weed or something, I don't know why but that was what I first thought of. However, 42 is apparently the number gives as the answer by a supercomputer to “the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything.” in a novel by Douglas Adams, making this number signify the answer to the ultimate question (the meaning of the universe, everything, to put it simply). Was this intentional? Most probably not, but I think it's really fascinating that Mendel has this specific number, it could signify how during Trina's song (previous to MOTF) Trina treats marrying Mendel as the thing that'll change her life, the thing that will (supposedly) finally make her happy, she sees (her upcoming marriage with) Mendel as the answer to everything.

[fungalittleweirdo]

Maybe one one of the brothers(rise) with a crush on reader but hears from Casey that resder marries/falls in love with someone else/doesn't make it.Whatever you feel like.ALSO LETS GO NEW WRITING BLOCK‼️‼️‼️

cyrill my friend i am going to feed you so well here

hmmmm

donatello x male reader, set a couple years after kraang-- the good timeline

i asked my friends to pick a turtle and a gender so i got that lol

i'll get more organised as i write more on this blog trust meee </3

enjoy!

Communicate With Your Lab Partner, Donatello!

"I see the way you look at him, Donnie."

He blinks, takes a deep breath, and shakes his head with an awkward laugh. "I don't know what you're talking about Casey, it's nothing. I've just been thinking a lot about him lately. I hope he and his eventual partner are happy together, that's all. I want my lab partner to be happy." Donatello's face contorts for a moment before it finally lands on an off-putting smile, "Anything but could affect the efficiency of which our labs are conducted."

Casey shakes his head and looks away, "Now I regret telling you about them." The time traveller sighs, standing up to frown at the softshell mutant. Donatello waves him off and urges him out of his lab, muttering about how Casey has nothing to worry about and that he would carry on like normal. But that very night he finds himself staring at the ceiling of his lab, blinking away the blurring of his vision. Donnie reaches for his phone without adjusting his posture, holding it above his face to check the time.

2:42 am.

He yawns, scrolling up to find his lab partner had texted him a funny picture of some cat meme. Donnie's lips curl up and his chest blooms with warmth as he reacts to the photo with a laughing face emoji, then responds with a meme of his own. His friend reacts with a straight faced emoji, responding with you're not funny, stop pretending you are. Donatello rolls his eyes, continuing to talk to him as the hours pass by, and when he checks the time again it is seven in the morning. It's time for the spiny softshell to head to bed even though he was meant to stay up all night regardless.

Lab Partner (7:02 AM): I know you should be heading to sleep now, but before you go, what's the weather going to be like Friday night?

Donatello sits up straight and winces as his neck's pain receptors send massive signals to his tired turtle brain, screaming at him to go to bed. He opts to shrimp over his keyboard as he checks his weather prediction algorithm, finding that there would be a seventy percent chance of rain over the tri-state area. He texts the extensive information to his lab partner, then asks him why he needs to know.

Lab Partner (7:11 AM): I asked this person out to go to Central Park expecting it to be sunny because of this week's forecast

Lab Partner (7:11 AM): But I trust your weather algorithm a lot more

Lab Partner (7:12 AM): Especially since they let Warren Stone back on the air

Delivered (7:12 AM): Scoff, any weatherman who associates themselves with that literal worm cannot be trusted for the weather. You came to the right turtle.

Lab Partner (7:13 AM): Yeah, I know I did

Lab Partner (7:13 AM): Get some rest, okay Don? I love you <3

Donatello's heart skips a beat and he stares at the screen for a moment, blinking at the three silly little words he somehow feels like he stole. Just for a moment, I could pretend... he thinks, pursing his lips as he responds in kind, then gets up from his chair to turn everything off in his lab, save for the emergency low lights. He begins heading toward his bedroom with his phone off in his hand.

The softshell is now lying awake, staring at his ceiling as he lay in bed fantasising of silly things he thought could never happen. It's bothering him, he knows it, but he doesn't feel like paying a visit to Dr. Feelings. His hand's gentle caresses on his plastron remind him of how his lab partner would hug him from behind and sway with him as he works, even though it always distracts him for a moment. The stim always brings him down to earth when he is in too deep in his work. Donatello misses the way he nuzzles into him when he's sleepy, spending days working on something together and letting him sleep on the air mattress he has set up in the corner. He misses the opportunities in which his lab partner would ask for him to sleep beside him, curling up in each other's arms.

Now that he thinks about it, Donatello and his lab partner are not strictly platonic, the way they interact with each other is quite intimate. The turtle blushes at the memory of his lips carefully planting kisses on his lab partner's head, and him doing the same. It was kismet, the way they met, since Donnie's lab partner was a former member of the Purple Dragons. Kendra let him go after he started spending too much time with the softshell rather than just spying on him. He risked so much for me, Donatello thinks, wringing his hands as he blinks away his exhaustion. He decides to take matters into his own hands, falling asleep with an uneasy feeling in his gut.

~

Donnie's lab partner wakes up with a start after a four hour sleep, promising Leo he would sleep more, then berating him for staying up late too. He makes himself a small breakfast and goes through his phone, then gets ready for his free day. Donnie calls him and he answers with a dramatic groan of annoyance. "Don, I swear, go back to sleep," he starts packing a bag to go out while listening to Donnie whine over the phone.

"I know! I know! You told me to rest and I already did. But you didn't sleep enough either so you're a hypocrite. I... wanted to talk to you about something."

"Can it wait? You need to sleep, dude."

"No, it can't."

Donnie seems to take a shaky breath, then speaks again.

"I need to tell you something important and I can't wait another day to tell you."

The mutant's lab partner sighs, then nods, even if 'Tello couldn't see him make the gesture.

"Yeah, I'll be over tonight. As long as you rest."

"I promise... I love you."

He pauses, the words ringing in his ears, bouncing around in his head like a screensaver avoiding the corners of its device. He's never heard Donnie say those words out loud before. He's never said them to him either, so the initiative shocks him into silence. Before the boy could respond, Donnie hung up the call and he stands in the kitchen with toast crumbs in his palm and marmalade on his fingers.

The difference between saying it out loud and sending it over text is made apparent in the boy's head, a realisation taking over as his heart beat faster in his rib cage. Oh... no... Being Donnie's lab partner has been fun these past few years, especially developing a close friendship like the one they have, but he finally realises how he must have come across. I should get my errands done quick to be at the lair in a timely manner, he thinks, washing his hands and grabbing his things to step out of his apartment, locking the door and starting his day.

~

Donatello is bleary-eyed and yawning to the point where his throat is dry. He stumbles into the kitchen to look for a glass of water, asking S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. to serve him some hydration. He gulps it down instantly and slams the glass down on the counter, then jumps at the voice in the corner of the kitchen.

"Happy to see you're drinking water, 'Tello."

An awkward smile plasters itself upon his face as he turns toward his lab partner, looking him up and down. He is wearing comfortable clothes as if he plans to stay a while. His tail twitches before he stops it from wagging in excitement.

"Ah, my favourite friend! I... I expected you to come to the lair much later."

"I can see that," He raises an eyebrow as he gives Donatello a once over, noting the black sweatpants he donned. "Cold?" The boy's arms snake their way around Donatello's waist and he jumps at the contact, nudging him away with a robotic laugh.

"Cold? Scoff! Who said I was cold?" Donatello now feels awake enough to serve himself his own water, watching it fill his glass as his friend stood beside him curiously. Then he gulps the entire glass down again.

"You usually wear clothes down here when you're cold. You don't opt for pyjamas like your brothers either, so you must be cold."

"Oh dear lab partner, how dare you use your observational skills on me."

Said lab partner chuckles and leans against the fridge. "You also don't reject my physical advances toward you... Is today a bad tactile sensory day?" He taps in a pattern against the countertop, signalling to Donatello that he is mildly worried. The softshell sighs and puts the glass down in the sink, stretching and cracking his limbs. He inhales through his nose, then exhales cool air that gradually calms him down.

"I am afraid of what I want to talk about."

The boy's eyes widen, his face depicts concern, and he moves on to sit on the stool beside the rack holding the pots and pans. Donatello goes to sit on the counter across from him. A couple beats of silence pass as the two look at each other, studying one another's body language. The turtle came to the conclusion that his lab partner is laidback enough to take the conversation seriously but without too much panic. He feels relaxed enough to continue talking, so he does.

"I am aware that the future Casey speaks of—whenever he feels ready to, that is—is much different compared to ours. Everything that happened in that timeline is completely irrelevant to now due to the butterfly effect. You know, how a flap of a butterfly's wings could summon a hurricane? Well... something he told me keeps nagging me. It keeps this voice in my head rambling on and on, it won't stop telling me things that make me feel... Things. I don't know what! I am feeling things and I hate when I do because I can't label them!"

Donatello stands up and begins pacing, cracking his fingers one by one as he continues to talk and his lab partner listens.

"Casey told me you had a partner in the future. It was great at first... spending a little under a decade together... then they were possessed by Kraang biomatter. You... you disobeyed Leo's orders to look for them, to capture them and keep them under control for when I found a serum to inject in them, one that could kill off the Kraang schmuck but leave their human flesh unaffected... But you didn't make it back to base."

He stands from the stool he sat on and approached Donatello, carefully holding his hands out, palms facing up. The softshell takes his hands and revels in their softness, visibly relaxing and staying put.

"Your passing is not what affects me the most," Donatello reaches up to cup his friend's cheek in his hand, swiping his thumb lightly across his face. "It's you sharing your affections with anyone other than I. That is what is bothering me."

The boy freezes, blinking up at Donatello with a confused smile. "You're the only one I share moments like these with. I don't understand what you're saying," he giggles, reaching up to squeeze Donatello's hand. The scientist is equally as perplexed.

"I'm saying that I love you."

He stands up straighter, rigid and unyielding. Heat spreads upon his face and he looks away, his laugh wavering.

"You know, hearing that in person sounds a lot better."

Donatello still holds his breath, waiting, waiting, waiting.

"I love you too, Donnie."

The mutant feels lightheaded when he exhales, then leans in for a second before stopping himself. His lab partner grins, nodding while he bites his lip knowingly. Donatello springs into action, gripping his friend's shoulders and pulling him in to meld his lips on his, tasting, savouring, fluttering his eyes shut as a grin stretched across his face, parting from the kiss with muddy, blushing cheeks.

"Can we do that more? That was really nice. I would like to open a document for this... if you let me."

He rolled his eyes and pulled his favourite turtle closer.

"Yes, you may, 'Tello. We have all the time in the world."

[tiny-sassy-aggressive]

I am living blogging my reaction to the second watch through of WDAPTEO 4 bc the first run through was so much

00:00- I screamed when I saw the notif. I was alone in the car. Just pulled up to my apt looked at my phone and screamed “ no way “ I still can’t believe we got it

00:01- hi, they are SO BEAUTIFUL I’m squealing. I cannot stop staring it’s embarassing

00:27 what’s going on here? “Nothing” my heart. The smiles

00:50 oh I am LOVING the feature wall. And fish tank reveal project??

01:00 how dare they throw THAT japhan photo up there like it’s just some example. Who the hell do they think they are- also I want that doomed hoodie :( he is snug as a bug in a rug

01:50 terror not even 2 minute in and crack

02:03 I’m sorry Dan asking Phil about TikTok stuff is precious

02:13(What is cba)

02:39 I CACKLED. Phil’s sarcastic ass omg

02:44 dans little pat

02:58 phivorce

03:05 I know the ft, they are friends of course. But seeing the messages really warms my heart. Like it’s so normal why am I emotional

03:52 of course Phil sends millions of memes

04:10 how in the fuck did Phil catch his phone what??? Ft dans face during the whole interaction.

Ad time —— 04:25. Im sorry Dan looks fucking amazing, his hair is so curled and pretty? And he looks so comfy cozy and soft??? My Dannie side is really coming out rn

04:59 handsome devil, damn straight. Love this man he’s too precious for this world

05:23 🍑

05:55 are the Brits okay??? Bone daddies?? I’m too American for this

06:30 perfectly encapsulated Dan and Phil energy

06:35 Dan saying dude scratches a weird itch in my brain

06:55 again! Totally normal to call a friend in a taxi. But this moment makes them so real in my mind like yes. Call that friend. In that taxi. Make it less awkward. Why did I like this moment so much

07:05 A PRETEND CONVO OF COURSE HE WOULD. He’s so real for that

07:34 “these are very dan and Phil”

07:42 I’m in pain. Koala content and ouch I can’t even put into words

08:44 three days without a text sounds exaggerated. Or lie. Like cmon. All those messages and convos and yall went 3 days without a word?? Sounds fake

08:58 asking what he should do for his nails!!? Again totally normal but UGH I love their friendship

09:01 also Phil coming in with a STELLAR idea, hope to see it happen

09:11 Phil’s a little shit OMG he hated the nails Dan got.

09:38: dans precious little selfies

09:44 also who tf is that that does not look like Dan

09:52 wtf do you mean that they had the same weird Swedish bakery???? 10 years apart???? WHAT THE HELL??????

10:35 fuckin nerds ft cute ft selfie

10:52 Dan in Phil’s glasses hi what the fuck? Precious. Phil loves to take photos of Dan sleeping.

11:02 jump. Scare.

11:28 PHIL CALLED HIS MOM. NURSE LESTER.

12:11 Dan stalking the ring doorbell is not something I expected?

12:20 glad to know Phil and I share that we can’t hear someone saw our name bc it’s too intimate

13:16 ordering a roast dinner is so cute idk why

13:35 jump. Scare.

14:26 I hate them :( i so long for what they have

15:04 they didn’t see death note the musical!! Haters!!!!

15:20 HOT

16:00 Phil papping Dan>>>>>>

16:20 I rewatched this part so many times. Thsi entire sequence. This whole. Dare i say SCENE. Disgustingly familiar. Disgustingly cute. I- karaoke game???? What??? It was for them

17:06 omatone :(

18:22 hot? Worrying? Hmm???

18:45 Phil is so dramatic I love him

19:01 genre to dinner? I don’t get them

19:10 DAAAAAN AHHHHH

19:20 SCRIPTS AH???????3@2/9/@/9@22929 more writer Dan

20:17 this is so familiar

20:50 this has “would you still love me if I was a worm” energy? Can’t explain

22:53 “we dan and phil-ed it” we have to steal that! Asap’

23:24 when Dan sits up he is soooo much taller than Phil but he constantly slumps down and looks up to Phil. It’s very cute to watch.

24:30 oh they are fully embracing the joint channel and slowly moving away from gaming and honestly. I’m alright with it. They look so happy

Guys this was too much. So I just started reading fanfic and these conversations were right out of what I’ve been reading which is very odd tbh? But we were fed. This was amazing content and I can’t wait to see what the writers do with this. Cheers

[scarystickers]

THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES IMPRESSIONS: EP 42 - 45

doing a new thing to keep track of my thoughts on tma because i feel like it except im starting on Ep 42 because I forgot to write down my thoughts beforehand

EP 42: Grifter’s Bone

Jonathan finding it suspicious that Martin is caring for him and his needs and his recovery is so funny to me like what do you mean you’re going to keep a closer eye on him he’s just being nice (and perhaps a bit queer).

EP 43: Section 31

I get the feeling that this episode will be important for later and I’m scared about how later that’ll be because I can’t remember stuff for the life of me. Daisy sounds important since they kept bringing her up. I really like the supplemental bits that they’re doing now. We’re definitely seeing Jonathan spiral which is a bit concerning but I can’t really blame him because if I had a bunch of worms leave a bunch of holes in me I’d be locked up in an asylum.

EP 44: Tightrope

GERTRUDE??????????? damn she’s like a nicer version of Jonathan. calling it now that Jonathan is the one taking the tapes from himself when he’s manic or smth. I miss martin.

EP 45: Blood Bag

I don’t have much to say about this one other than wooo weird dealer guy is back. I like weird dealer guy I can’t wait to meet him. Jonathan why are watching Tim, stop being creepy. MARTIN!!! MARTIN IS BACK!!! I LOVE HIM SM!!! He just wanted to share some tea with Jonathan and stumbles in on the guy talking to a tape recorder while staring at pictures of Tim. Man I wish this was a TV show.

[bloodgulchblog]

What are the weirdest facts about Halo you know. Like just absurd stuff. I mean there’s the worm mechs but I wanna know if there’s more

ALRIGHT let's see what I can remember off the top of my head before I have to leave for the day:

Once upon a time in the most ancient space days before the Halos were fired, everyone in the galaxy thought the San'Shyuum were incredibly sexy.

A scrapped enemy from the early Halos was a gigantic, lumbering one-eyed creature that they were thinking was a whole species the Covenant weaponized. The Sharquoi would later be used as a forgotten Forerunner weapon in a novel that are hive-mind controlled from this metal crown that will dig into your brain.

It's a kind of widely known fact about them, but the Forerunners as a species reached a point where they were not considered to be actual adults until their bodies had been extensively augmented, and it was a signifier of importance and status to go through multiple mutations over the course of their lives. (Which is why they are so radically different from one another in size/shape/appearance.)

The way the Librarian found out about how the Forerunners genocided the Precursors was by traveling out to where it happened and finding a planet where there was a population of Forerunners that had been surviving without technology for tons and tons and tons of generations. (They conveyed this information to her by biting her, so that the bacteria their ancestors had genetically engineered to contain memory and information could teach her about it.)

We have one canonical example of a smart AI living for a very long time... and it's because he was actually two AIs in a trenchcoat who would switch which personality was in charge while the other one went out to live in the internet-of-things between space tractors and cropdusters for a while to recharge.

Jiralhanae smell. They communicate tons of information through scent/pheromones, and are noted to stink noticeably when they're scared.

The Unggoy are a very musical people. They have a 42-storey high building in their capital city dedicated just to the musical arts.

The way the Covenant found the mech worms in the first place was that the Lek'golo worms were eating Forerunner technology and they did not like that, but then they figured out that SOME of them would just eat AROUND the technology so they had an Arbiter negotiate with them and get them to help kill off the other kinds. Normal Covenant stuff.

Huragok are actually living tools created by the Forerunners for building and maintaining stuff. There were once some Huragok that were used by Forerunner Lifeworkers that could work with living tissue the way other Huragok work with machines, but they were all wiped out. (...One does show up in a book but shshhhh I'm trying to keep this simple.)

Ideas of the "ideal female body" humans have are based on the Librarian's appearance because she messed around with genetically implanting stuff into humans so much.

The way you euphemistically talk about Sangheili groups that let their women fight more than is conventionally allowed is you say they have a "strong protector-of-eggs tradition."

The whole splinter population of Sangheili I mentioned recently that didn't want to joint he Covenant, so they went and hid in a Forerunner structure and succeeded for several thousand years.

The planet Onyx where the Spartan-IIIs were trained was actually secretly a Forerunner shield world. Now that it's been brought back into normal space, it takes up most of that solar system. The inner surface of the sphere will take generations of work to explore because it is so large.

[ishtates]

Ok ok so dopples are actually a strain of bacteria created by the American government to win WW2, and it worked really well because the bacteria was not only capable of identifying and copying features but was also highly contagious so it could overtake both corpses and living people. Because they eat their host bodies dopples need a lot of food so they can actually survive for more than a few weeks, hence why they eat humans because. Lots of food in a smaller package. Dopples can really eat anything organic! Younger dopples tend to be the ones making silly mistakes like forgetting a nose, while older dopples will have holes in the or worms or other decomposers living in them.

Also, surprisingly dopples are incredibly social creatures. They form colonies (get it. Get it because they are bacteria) and usually have close relationships with their colony mates (like 42 and Peach Peach, who hunt together often!) Younger dopples are usually responsible for feeding he older dopples, while the older dopples will teach the younger ones how to change and the best ways to hunt. Colonies are usually made up of 5-20 dopples, and depending on the size they will have one or two colony leaders who protect their building (usually an abandoned apartment). The bigger one to date was Stitchface and Hoon Man's colony, which comprised entirely of dopples who had defects that meant they would never be able to perfectly replicate a human (Hoon Lady, 42, Peach Peach, Maws (the mouth Selenne one), Long Neck Angus, ect.). Those dopples also tend to go out in groups so a) they can help their fellow dopples escape before the disinfectant process and b) they can wait for the D.D.D. to come and ambush the agents. This is actually mostly how that colony gets their food! They also have a "doorman" who calls the D.D.D. regularly so the apartment won't be investigated. :)

Dopples have also been seen to be very playful. They like to copy one another, and play games like tag and hide n seek! It keeps their skills sharp and also. They do just like to play. Also as mentioned above they do form attachments and captured dopples have shown immense distress when separated from their friends or lovers. Some even seem to have adopted children (Stitchface and Hoon Man adopted the Zipper Anastacha, showing a bit of a preference towards her. There was also a whole thing that happened to that colony but. We can get into that later). They also are shown to like humans, some captured dopples will wait for the agents who feed them and do things like give them parts of their meals or actually talk to them n stuff like that (Steven Rudboys is also dating a dopple but shhhhhhhh). Honestly the quickest way to get a dopple to trust you is to use a soft voice and give them food!

Most colonies have different dialects, but most speak a base language known to researchers as Dopplish. It's made up of hollow and guttural noises, something all dopples can speak. Obviously they can speak English but they do that incredibly sparingly, unless they interact with humans a lot of course. All colonies have a very good based culture (hehe) as well! Giving someone food is a sign of respect, care and even worry, while stealing someone's food is seen as a grave insult and can start a fight. Oldest are always fed first, then the colony leaders will feed the others as the need arises.

There are some dopples who don't live in colonies, these tend to be middle aged dopples with very good disguises or newly formed dopples who didn't form in a colony. Middle aged dopples will return to their home colony as they age, but younger dopples have to find a new colony quick as they do struggle with disguises. Certain colonies can be harsh to new dopples joining, particularly bigger groups, as the need of the group comes first.

All this said I also want to state the D.D.D. isn't evil. They care more about the citizens than the government and are only getting rid of the dopples for public safety, they kill as few dopples as possible so they can be studied (unfortunately the disinfectant they use to subdue/eliminate a dopple causes death in humans, hence why they tell their doorman to be very careful) and a lot of the agents actually enjoy interacting with the dopples!

Sorry if the ramble is sort of disjointed I fucking love these things. We have like three of them here and I am one so like ✌️

( late sorry, Twitter stuff )

OOOOH love that !! It's kinda similar to how I see it.

Doppels in my hc were actually lab experiments and can come in all sorts of different shapes and sizes yada yada they were created and trained to act human but anyways. I love that we share an idea about colonies of doppels : D !!!

I also definitely see like, since doppels are capable of equal to or higher human intelligence, that some may choose their own path or can be talked / taught into being less harmful. Some doppels actually want to live as or with humans, some just want to be alone, etc..

Hoons, Stitchface, Peaches, 42 are good examples of " different " doppels. Not all attack out of hatred or hunger, some of them believe it to be an obligation because of how their fellow doppels treat humans, but it's not hard to make them your friend

I like when people actually talk about the doppels rather than just assuming they're pure evil. There's clearly a lot to them; their plan, their intelligence, the variety of doppels.. they're clearly not all bloodthirsty evil creatures or mindless monsters, there's a lot that can be done with them

I had a little idea that doppel colonies will use abandoned buildings as homes :]

[jeonginsdiary]

hiii loveee <333

can i request lee changbin, ler minho with prompts 3, 9, 13, and 42? you dont have to do all of them hehe 💗💗💗

thank youuuu 💗💗💗

- Honorifics

- Lee! Changbin | Ler! Minho

“aww, you’re blushing!”

“you have such a cute laugh!”

“you’re usually so tough…”

“if you laugh, you lose.”

TW // THIS IS ABOUT TICKLING SO IF THIS IS NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA FEEL FREE TO SCROLL ☕️

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Minho groaned, rolling his eyes when Changbin had once again refused to call him ‘hyung’. It was getting on the dancer’s nerves and he knew he had to do something about it.

Changbin noticed the boy’s frustrated stare. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“What, Minho? Is someone getting mad~” He teased, not expecting the older’s reaction.

In a matter of seconds, he was dragged off of the couch and to the floor, his wrists taken in one hand and pinned to his chest while Lee Know’s other hand roamed around his stomach. “You’re really asking for this, aren’t you?” He asked over the younger’s giggles, clawing at the boy’s sides and watching his laughter jump up an octave.

“Stohohohop it! Gehet off Minhohoho!” Changbin squealed when Lee Know let go of his pinned arms to poke into his sides. “Ahahahah! You’re such a cheheheater!!”

“Cheater!? Did no one teach you to respect your elders?” The dancer retorted. Changbin just threw his head back, lost in a stream of giggles as he tried fighting the boy’s wrists off of him.

“NO NO NO! STAHAHAHAP!!” The rapper screamed when he felt drilling thumbs in his hip hollows. “HYU- I MEAN MINHOHOHOHO!” He arched his back, twisting around in fruitless attempts to escape.

The older’s mouth lay agape. “You’re doing this on purpose! Just call me hyung!!” He shook Changbin a bit before worming his fingers up to his armpits. He didn’t get that far in because, immediately after, the younger’s arms were clamped to his sides as he let out a ticklish squeal followed by more hysterical laughter. Lee Know wiggled as much as he could, which wasn’t very much considering the little space he had. But either way, it seemed to drive the boy crazy.

“STAHAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEASE! MINHOHOHO! I’LL TELL CHAN HYUHUHUNG!” The rapper threatened, laughter cutting out for a second before coming back even louder.

“Why does Chan get a hyung and not me?” The older complained, watching Changbin go ballistic under him as he shook his head and tried to curl up, doing anything he could think of to get those hands out of his hollows. “I’ll tickle you until I hear honorifics.” Lee Know deadpanned.

Grabbing the boy’s pecs with his first two fingers, he rapidly massaged and squeezed the area, eliciting shrieks and whines from the rapper. “Look how helpless you are~ You’re usually so tough… yet here you are under me,”

Changbin screamed. He really couldn’t handle teasing. “SHUT UHUHUHUHUP!!” He cried out, that being only thing he could manage. He was too busy laughing to think of a proper retaliation.

But when he thought about it, this was kind of fun… maybe he could hold off a little longer without honorifics. Although, he could feel his cheeks heating up rather quickly at the thought, color bleeding to his ears and neck.

“Aww, you’re blushing!” The dancer cooed, making the rapper whine through his hysterics. Lee Know brought his fingers back to the boy’s pits, kneading in with his thumbs and watching the younger buck his hips up desperately.

Changbin wiggled around, pushing at the older’s arms but only causing them to wiggle further up his armpits. “MINHO!! STAHAHAHAP IT YOHOU ASSHOLE!” He cried, trying to sound intimidating, his giggles and wide smile preventing any hopes of doing so.

“You did not… I guess this punishment isn’t strict enough.” The attacker said, taking Changbin’s strong arms and pinning them to his chest with difficulty. “If you laugh, you lose.” With that, he leaned down, blowing a raspberry to the small bit of skin on the younger’s lower tummy which had been exposed from all of his thrashing.

The victim threw his head back, a cute smile etched onto his face as he tried everything in his will to keep silent. He arched his back when he felt another raspberry to his navel, trying to rip his arms out of the older’s grip, but finding himself too weakened to do so. “Not breaking yet?” The older positioned himself above the boy’s lower tummy, making Changbin arch as high as he could in anticipation. “Ready~” Minho teased. He took a long, agonizing breath before blowing the biggest raspberry he could muster right under the rapper’s belly button.

“S-stahp!” Changbin pleaded as light huffs made their way out of his lips. He tried keeping his composure, but all hope was lost when the dancer drilled into his back ribs while still keeping up the attack on his belly. “NOOOHOHOHOHO HYUNG HYUHUHUHUNG HYUHUHUAHAHAHA!!” The sensitive boy finally broke, bursting into his iconic laughter, kicking his legs out, and grappling for Lee Know’s tickling fingers.

“You have such a cute laugh!” The older exclaimed, blowing again at Changbin’s stomach as he was thrust into a long round of silent laughter. The rapper squirmed desperately, weakly pushing at the hands digging into his torso and the head buried into his stomach. “I heard honorifics, I knew you would give up eventually. You’re just too ticklish~” Minho cooed at the younger, lifting his fingers and watching the boy pant heavily with flushed cheeks.

“S-shut up! You’re ticklish too!” Changbin retorted, shuddering at the glare he received in return.

“Don’t even think about it.” Lee Know replied. He knew revenge was coming his way…

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I know @itzsana-kiddingmenow birthday was two days ago but this is made for her! If you’re reading this, ty for being my first tumblr friend and ilysm!!💖

Stay healthy!

[r3dblccd]

DASHBOARD BOOK RECOMMENDATIONS

recommend 9 books to the dash in any genre! tagged by: @misfittcd tagging: @formorethananame, @mxldito, @unavernales, @weedzkiller, @irrwicht, anyone who wants to share!

(some not so serious reviews incoming here, it gets long)

A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness - the way that book made my bawl my eyes in the end! The story is so good, the plot twist is plot twisting. And the illustrations in the book as so beautiful. I literally picked the book randomly like some time ago while I was on vacation from one of those travelling car bookstores and then it became one of my favourite books when I opened it to start reading.

The Night Gardener by Jonathan Auxier - I bought this book along with A Monster Call from the same travelling bookstore, it's also a rather nice read

White Crow by Marcus Sedgwick - this book is for the goth lesbians, no I will not elaborate. (I should really re-read it because it's been so long, but I really enjoyed it).

Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark collected by Alvin Schwartz (the 3 books) - my favourite bedtime stories!

The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams - it's long, but I have no regrets reading it, it was so fun. And hey, I finally get the 42 reference, I saw it in That's Not My Neighbour!

A Wild Sheep Chase by Haruki Murakami - my favourite book from the Rat series. And you don't have to read the rest of the books to understand and enjoy this one, but I would still recommend them too.

Medea by Euripides - I love unhinged women in literature. I wish I could have seen the play on stage. I don't care what my professor says, I will defend this woman until I die.

The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka - would you still love me if I was a worm, but like put it in action, but I'm not a worm, I'm not a bug either, I don't know why you would even think I am a bug, I am a creature that can't even be depicted, also, my family fucking sucks! (did you you know that Kafka didn't want any images depicting any kind of bug on the cover of the story? Well, now you know. And look what happened, check the other covers for it. People can't even respect someone's wishes after his death smh). Also, shout out to his other story A Hunger Artist, my guy has been THROUGH it. But on a more serious note, I truly feel bad for Kafka, learning more about him during my Western Literature lectures by the end of the semester and reading a little from his letter to his father definitely put things into perspective.

Thérèse Raquin by Émile Zola - now, I'm not a fan of the Realism and naturalism literary movements, I hate that sort of detachment from the text where the author just describes what happens in the story in a way that feels like they themselves are disinterested in the story that became sort of more trendy with time (it's why I hated The Stranger by Camus; not only was the story boring, but the way of storytelling was boring too. But that's from a different period of time, it's also different because it's told in first-person perspective, the way the sentences in the novella are formed is very intentional and do work well with the overall theme of The Stranger, it just makes a lot of sense for the main character in the story, so I do have to give Camus some credit for that. But anyway!). But I think even though in the preface he wrote that he will look at the story as some sort of experiment Émile Zola did a good job writing a story with an interesting concept in a way that's still interesting to read instead of turning it into a snooze fest (*cough* The Stranger *cough* The Trial *cough* Madame Bovary *cough*). I would have honestly loved a little more action at the end of of the story, but I still liked it, so it's fine.

[helpimhyperfixating]

3 and 4 from the fanfic asks for Break and Defend aka my fav fanfic ever 😫🩷 I just love the way you write it so fucking much

Oh dear Lord you are giving me a hard task. Finding my favourite from (so far) 42 chapters and 140k+ words? Oh man xD

#3 - What’s your favorite line of narration?

Chapter 37 - Aftermath.

Lunging forward, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held tight, burying your face in his shoulder as you did all you could to keep your emotions in, squeezing the ring in your closed fist.

Freezing a bit, Jotaro was unsure what to do, his arms awkwardly held up. “…Why are you doing this?”

Letting out an teary chuckle into his shoulder, you squeezed him tighter. “Because I need a hug. And I think so do you.” Your voice cracked a bit, betraying how closely you actually were on the verge of tears and before he could properly think, Jotaro had wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you back.

Sitting there with you in his arms, it wasn’t for a moment before he shifted his hold, his right arm wrapping tighter around your midriff while his left travelled up your back, coming to rest on the hollow of your shoulder, where he used it to pull you closer into himself.

Feeling the raven push his face just that deeper against your collarbone, you smiled softly as you closed your eyes and held him back, memorising how every single bit of this moment felt.

There’s some dialogue in there but it’s needed to set the scene. Anyways, I like it a lot because it’s some of the more clear *ahem* affection shown ;3

Slow burn be slow burning, but love prevails

I have a super clear image in my head of how Jotaro moves in this scene and I really hope I conveyed it well. But yeah, I just love hugs starting loose but then one of the two giving in and just giving that tight hug that they need. I’m weak to it.

Anybody sense I need a hug? XD

#4 - What’s your favourite line of dialogue?

Chapter 26 - To India

Standing on the deck of the ferry, you were leaned onto the railing, fiddling with your ring while lost in thought.

A few hours ago you had left the hotel and boarded, scheduled to arrive in India in the afternoon, so now you had some time to kill.

"It is unwise to wander off alone, especially with what happened on the previous boats." A familiar deep and rich voice suddenly spoke out from behind you, breaking through your thoughts as you turned back to see Avdol standing there, smiling at you.

"Oh, I'm sorry, didn't mean to worry you. I though I was still close enough." You apologised and Avdol walked forward, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"No need to apologise. I myself was not worried. It seems you've wormed your way into the hearts of the Joestars though." Sending a confused smile his way, the Egyptian man chuckled softly, a warm and deep sound. "It is not my place to say, but Mr. Joestar did ask me to find you."

"Oh, well thankfully I wasn't too far then." You smiled back but the man picked up in the slight forcefulness of it.

"What bothers you, Y/N?"

"Eh?"

"I'm a fortune teller by trade, reading someone's body language is a requirement and I can see your uneasiness. What's wrong?"

Blinking a little stunned at him, you finally properly turned to him. "I don't know..."

"But you do."

Opening your mouth, you then closed it again, looking at the floor for a second. Suddenly, you felt a warmth envelop you from behind, draping over you like a cape and you glanced down to see red, feathery arms around your shoulders, lightly holding you.

"Oh, I apologise." Avdol spoke, blushing just the tiniest bit, seeming a little startled by his own Stand acting out like that. "It's a habit I picked up on doing in my years of readings, whenever someone became distressed or sad. Never before has anyone been able to see Magician's Red when I do it however."

Yet while he apologised, you smiled softly, instantly feeling more at ease. Despite being off the coast of India, the sun shining down warmly most of the time, Magician's Red did not produce a heat at this moment feeling like actual heat, more akin to simply the feeling that being enveloped in warmth brought. "It's okay. It's nice actually..."

"Ah, I'm glad then." Avdol relaxed. "So, what ails you? Is it to do with the Stand attack?" Just simply nodding softly, the man hummed. "I can understand. But it is not your fault you got attacked by a Stand user."

"I know, I just feel... I don't know why I feel like this actually." You sighed and Avdol nodded wisely.

"Hm. Well, feelings are complicated. Just because you don't know why you have them does not mean they are invalid."

"I guess."

Shaking his head softly, you felt Magician's Red get a firmer grip on you from behind while Avdol grabbed both of your shoulders. You looked up, seeing a conviction in his eyes and just like this morning, a knowing look as he opened his mouth. "You have just as much a place in this team as all of us. Even if you may think you're not as useful, your Stand coming out and attacking was the reason Jotaro was able to defeat the user. We all get attacked and we all deal with it together. Polnareff got ambushed in his room back in Singapore And Jotaro just a few hours later. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Taking a deep breath, you looked up at the man in front of you, a small smile on your face. "Can I... hug you?"

Letting out a pleasant laugh, Avdol opened his arms.

You walked straight into his chest, enveloped in a hug while you felt Magician's Red disappear. "Anytime, Y/N. Whenever you need one, just come straight to me."

This whole scene with Avdol has my heart in the first place, but I highlighted 2 lines in particular. The first because- well I don’t know. There’s just something about it that I love. Avdol showing trust in your abilities, yet conveying also that Joseph and especially Jotaro have a protectiveness over you. And then Avdol also being respectful by not talking about Jotaro’s (obvious) feelings like the king that he is.

And then later of course Avdol just being Avdol. Wise, kind, making sure you know it’s okay to feel no matter what. A thing we all need to keep in mind, in my opinion.

I just love Avdol. Need that man’s hugs (and warmth, my hands are freezing)

But yeah, those are my favourites I think :3

Thank you for sending these in! It was really fun to go through the fic to find these.

[fizziefactory]

How did you think up each of your concept for your Robo Fizz OCs? Like go in-depth about the choices you made, why you chose their names and such. I want details.

Questions about the fizzies || Accpeting

Oh that's a juicy one… and lengthy too, let's see where we can start. This got so fucking long holy shit pick your fav section idk I'm so rambly-

The very first muse I made was Factory Fizzy, or FF-8842. I can say right away that their factory name, which is the only name they go by, doesn't actually mean anything! I just think it's cute, I really love the number 8. In hindsight, 42 I can make the argument being a subconscious nod to “A hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy”, a book series I loved when I was a teen. 42 is the meaning of life, and FF-8842 is struggling to find the meaning of their life.

But most of all, Four-Two, or Fou-Too, just sounds cute.

They were originally made for a comic that I wanted to draw for the song The Fine Print by The Stupendium, sometimes I just get brainworms when I fixate, and I end up drawing lengthy comics to songs I like. I needed a fizzy to work in the Fizzy Factory for the song, so I made a fizzy with a simple design, clothes with no dyes, “horns” without fabric on them, basically a fizzy that didn't need to catch anyone's eye, nor drain resources and money. This is also why while they're quite strong, they're only 4’1”.

Now I play a lot on the idea of a fizzy that was created with a strong sense of self, of sentience, as soon as they were created. Usually it takes my fizzies a few years to reach sentience, if they ever do… but FF-8842 is a “defect” always at the verge of being scrapped for being too much of a free-thinker. This definitely evolved from the original comic, where they clearly do not possess the same distant look in their eyes as the other fizzies.

The second fizzy I made was The Manager. His name was originally just Office Fizzy, which I later weaved into his backstory instead. I actually asked my friends how I should refer to him, and they liked the simplicity of The Manager, and I think while it might be a little bit of a mouthful, it's oozes just what kind of person he is.

He is the Manager. He makes sure this clock is turned up and ticking.

For the comic, he was originally more of a guide for new fizzies, and of course the one doing the singing/talking in the comic, and if you want a good idea of what his inspiration was, look no further than the song itself. It's all there. Eventually Manager evolved into something different. He became, well, less someone handling the papers in an office, and more of an actual… manager, of the factory.

The idea to make it all Entirely fizzy-made tickled me, and so I tweaked his story a little bit, having him climb from an “Office Fizzy”, to being where he is now, so successful he even managed to alter his own design, which no fizzy of his model has done before… he even owns his own fizzies. Has businesses outside the factory (not to Mammon's knowledge but yknow-) making big cash and giving into greed because of the influence from Mammon, by simply being made in his image, and giving into it. A success story for the ages. He is a control-freak at this point though, to make sure he doesn't lose it all.

I also gave him an Australian accent because he's spending way too much time around Mammon. That's just a fun fact ♡ Also all the green and gold in his clothes also point to how closely he works with Mammon.

Mortis had his name change many times. He went from simply Undertaker, and I considered Morty Briefly… but decided against it real quick. I went with Mort for a while… but I just loved the way Mortis sounded. I know it's wormed into my brain because of Faith (don't ask me about the plot of that game I don't Know) but Mortis just felt Right. Mortis is the Latin noun for Death.

Mortis also came from The Fine Print. There's a section of the song that goes like this;

“If you'd rather drop dead, that's fine

But you know that dropping down dead bears a fine

So you do your job and I'll do mine

I gotta meet a six-foot deep bottom line”

And I don't know, it just fired off my creative juices like… what if there was an undertaker fizzy? That'd be so cool… and so out there xhdbbd. I have always had a complicated relationship with death, so I enjoy writing morticians because of their various different ways to approach the subject. Mortis started off approaching it quite casually… It's hell after all, but the more I wrote him?

I got to put myself in his head and how he was thinking, his life-philosophy, how me having placed him in Wrath affected his outlook, and now he's become almost philosophical, now he's holding sermons in Satan's name and I believe he puts his own beliefs into them… and despite having such a sad job, and how he has to face such misery and grief every day… It's somehow helped him become the most at peace fizzy I've got. Because he understands life and death better than any other fizzy, while also getting to be on his own and expressing and exploring himself best a fizzy can.

He is heavily inspired by the Undertaker in The Backwater Gospel, who is quiet and non-threatening, but his mere presence is enough to send you into a panic.

Why is he here?

Who’s going to die?

He's also heavily inspired by the YouTube channel Little Bubby Child since he's from Wrath and all. I will meme on him til the day I die.

Mizzy got her name from Maid Fizzy, you smoosh the names together you get Mizzy. For a while I also had Dolly as a suggestion, but it didn't really stick with my followers. So it's kinda become a nickname certain fizzies who knew her before the memory-wipe call her, like Thizzy and The Manager.

Mizzy was always meant to be a companion bot, I wanted a fizzy that actually did what the commercial advertised the fizzies to do. I made her a maid because I wanted to play around with her owner being a weeb, and I simply wanted to dress her up in cute little outfits that I knew a guy with his own companion bot would want to see. In time the idea of her once having belonged to Burnie Burnz, Fizzarolli's stalker, wormed itself into my brain… and the misery tripled from there.

I think it was because I wrote out a scene with a friend where I played him briefly before he got eaten by a sandworm (shoutout Beetlejuice the OG), and I recalled his line regarding the fizzies not getting him off right. I wondered what kind of shit a disgusting guy like him would even do to a fizzy if he planned on murdering Fizzarolli, so I, unfortunately, made Mizzy his fizzybot. The only solution was the memory wipe… and that's why she's so head empty most of the time. Her programming is protecting her from remnants at all times.

I really wanted to show how messed up the companion bot situation is with Mizzy, which is why she's been used sparingly. I love a good healing story though, so I've tried to bring her in more where she gets to regain her power and independence and tweaked her current owner to be a little less awful to give her a break… but still awful nonetheless. She's always ripe for fizzy-adoption.

Ginger has changed so much from the original concept. At first she was named Fuzzy, for a fussy fizzy. Then later when I switched up his design, opting for the red design in the commercial I thought looked neat as hell, I decided to go with Ginger instead. It just sounded right, all things considered.

Ginger started out as Fuzzy, who was heavily inspired by Sun from FNAF to be perfectly honest. I have 3 Sun OCs very near and dear to my heart, and I love writing anxious nervous wrecks… so that's what I did for a while. Eventually I leaned into him snapping more and more, running out of patience like Brandon Roger's Mom character, and as I wrote them in IC group chats, I realised more and more that Fuzzy was actually rarely if ever anxious… they were mostly stressed and Irritated.

And I was never happy with the original design… it was cute but didn't spark joy, it felt hasty. I spotted the design in the commercial I liked the most, and I remade everything.

Now Ginger is Something Else Entirely.

She's tired, he's pissed, he's at his wits end, and they're Dangerous if you look at them wrong. They became a Mama Bear, while also something of a Big Sister character… grumpy and with a resting bitch face… but a heart of gold below the surface.

I wanted to explore the fizzy for the kids and teens, the meaningless chores that fizzies have to perform for demons like carrying bags and making dinner and other kinds of butler-stuff, and just how straining tiring and meaningless it all felt, all while Also being a companion for the adults.. Despite Mizzy, Ginger has turned into the fizzy that's the absolute most disappointed with their lot in life, and hates Fizzarolli just about as much as Pinwheel. This is also why they are siblings in the human AU, they've got much in common.

Thizzy is simple. Therapist+Fizzy=Thizzy. Briefly he was called Shrinky, but I left it instead as a nickname he got from Doc, which he absolutely despises, because I could Not take it seriously.

Thizzy was taken from the commercial, I interpreted his neutral face as one of absolute indifference, and I figured this is Hell and this is Mammon so… originally he was meant to not give a rat’s ass about anybody, especially not his patients. However while writing my muse page for this blog, I had him write out short “profiles” for the other fizzies… and I thought Hey… what if he checked up on the fizzies too?

Now he's part of a larger process that The Manager runs where he checks up on the fizzies on the regular to make sure they're doing fine physically but also mentally (at least well enough to perform their tasks), and in time I found that Thizzy actually did care…

He cared too much, which is why he tried to not care at all. Because the alternative was to let it all get to you… Despite not wanting to get involved, it's in his programming to do so, and he's got a good heart, albeit only metaphorically.

Now he's just so tired... and working in the Sloth Ring doesn't help this.

His relationship with Doc is the result of when he was still in his early years and just performed his tasks as he was programmed to do… and now he's stuck in this unhealthy toxic relationship where he has to make sure Doc is happy all the damn time. Luckily for him, he mostly is. At least as a robot-

Finally, Doc! Doc is easy enough, he's Doc because he's a doctor! I did consider Doccy but it reminded me of. Another word, so I backtracked bxhrhe. I worried it'd be too generic but… it just fits. He's Doc. Nothing else fits like Doc does ♡

I just stared at the screen when Doctor Fizzy came on. Those colours. That Forced Grin, those soft little cheeks… that blank fucking stare. This was an unhinged doctor-character and I needed him in my life. My cringe, emo, deviantart-browsing, gore-loving, Higurashi-watching, Hatoful Boyfriend-playing, problematic teenage-self... they needed this.

He hasn't actually changed much at all. He was always inspired by those crazy doctors you see in anime, games and horror movies. Their silly giggles and the over the top surgeries and bone saws and all that stuff.. he's my horror and gore-character, for when I want to write a bit of this and that, which I do find a lot of fun.

I don't know what really made him as flamboyant as he is… I think just the nature of him being a crazy doctor character while also being a sex bot… and when I discovered the Bubblegum Coquette aesthetic- and in time I developed his relationship with Thizzy. His clinginess opened up the idea of how he's probably not got a lot of connections because of how “intense” he is, and while he's not quite as sentient as the rest… he's getting there, every time he reflects on how lonely he is.

His only way to connect with others was by keeping body parts of whomever he operated on, that was All he was ever able to get his hands on fair and square(?).. and he started getting unhealthily attached to those parts. Now he actively seeks them out because it's the only form of love and attachment he understands so far, and if he gets attached to people to a strong degree, there's a chance it turns into love/obsession, which will push him further into sentience, and so on now we have a yandere too.

Cringe.

But at least I'm free.

He's the perfect example of when a robot is Not taught how humans and emotions actually work, and now he's already registered what he knows as truths and facts.

Imma not cover Imposter too much cus really I just got inspired by that That's not my neighbour-song before I even knew there was a game, and I wanted to make a strong fizzy for quite some time, that could work as Manager's bodyguard to make him pose more of a threat than he did on his own. I loved the black and white aesthetic because of absolute neutrality, and my fiance mentioned that it looked like a pierrot and I was like Hell yeah accidental pierrot let's go-

They obviously has a bit of Ennard from FNAF in them, or the Mimic or whatever that new enemy is called... I think it's a pretty natural robot-plot device at this point. It is a fun bot to play in group chats where I can pretend to be my other muses and wait and see how long it takes my fellow muns to realise there's a question mark at the end of the tupper bot's username. It communicates through motions and clicks, sign language, when it isn't disguised, and is very mischievous and a troublemaker.. I dunno, the inspiration is "gremlin".

[the-chronicle-of-holy-days]

Day 6

Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli Adumbratio Kabbalae Aegyptiorum sub figurâ VII

I

1. My God, how I love Thee!

2. With the vehement appetite of a beast I hunt Thee through the Universe.

3. Thou art standing as it were upon a pinnacle at the edge of some fortified city. I am a white bird, and perch upon Thee.

4. Thou art My Lover: I see Thee as a nymph with her white limbs stretched by the spring.

5. She lies upon the moss; there is none other but she:

6. Art Thou not Pan?

7. I am He. Speak not, O my God! Let the work be accomplished in silence.

8. Let my cry of pain be crystallized into a little white fawn to run away into the forest!

9. Thou art a centaur, O my God, from the violet-blossoms that crown Thee to the hoofs of the horse.

10. Thou art harder than tempered steel; there is no diamond beside Thee.

11. Did I not yield this body and soul?

12. I woo thee with a dagger drawn across my throat.

13. Let the spout of blood quench Thy blood-thirst, O my God!

14. Thou art a little white rabbit in the burrow Night.

15. I am greater than the fox and the hole.

16. Give me Thy kisses, O Lord God!

17. The lightning came and licked up the little flock of sheep.

18. There is a tongue and a flame; I see that trident walking over the sea.

19. A phœnix hath it for its head; below are two prongs. They spear the wicked.

20. I will spear Thee, O Thou little grey god, unless Thou beware!

21. From the grey to the gold; from the gold to that which is beyond the gold of Ophir.

22. My God! but I love Thee!

23. Why hast Thou whispered so ambiguous things? Wast Thou afraid, O goat-hoofed One, O horned One, O pillar of lightning?

24. From the lightning fall pearls; from the pearls black specks of nothing.

25. I based all on one, one on naught.

26. Afloat in the æther, O my God, my God!

27. O Thou great hooded sun of glory, cut off these eyelids!

28. Nature shall die out; she hideth me, closing mine eyelids with fear, she hideth me from My destruction, O Thou open eye.

29. O ever-weeping One!

30. Not Isis my mother, nor Osiris my self; but the incestuous Horus given over to Typhon, so may I be!

31. There thought; and thought is evil.

32. Pan! Pan! Io Pan! it is enough.

33. Fall not into death, O my soul! Think that death is the bed into which you are falling!

34. O how I love Thee, O my God! Especially is there a vehement parallel light from infinity, vilely diffracted in the haze of this mind.

35. I love Thee.

I love Thee.

I love Thee.

36. Thou art a beautiful thing whiter than a woman in the column of this vibration.

37. I shoot up vertically like an arrow, and become that Above.

38. But it is death, and the flame of the pyre.

39. Ascend in the flame of the pyre, O my soul! Thy God is like the cold emptiness of the utmost heaven, into which thou radiatest thy little light.

40. When Thou shall know me, O empty God, my flame shall utterly expire in Thy great N. O. X.

41. What shalt Thou be, my God, when I have ceased to love Thee?

42. A worm, a nothing, a niddering knave!

43. But Oh! I love Thee.

44. I have thrown a million flowers from the basket of the Beyond at Thy feet, I have anointed Thee and Thy Staff with oil and blood and kisses.

45. I have kindled Thy marble into life — ay! into death.

46. I have been smitten with the reek of Thy mouth, that drinketh never wine but life.

47. How the dew of the Universe whitens the lips!

48. Ah! trickling flow of the stars of the mother Supernal, begone!

49. I Am She that should come, the Virgin of all men.

50. I am a boy before Thee, O Thou satyr God.

51. Thou wilt inflict the punishment of pleasure — Now! Now! Now!

52. Io Pan! Io Pan! I love Thee. I love Thee.

53. O my God, spare me!

54. Now!

It is done! Death.

55. I cried aloud the word — and it was a mighty spell to bind the Invisible, an enchantment to unbind the bound; yea, to unbind the bound

Years favorite is in bold

Wow this is a doozy lol why all the tower cards remind me of the finale of the Magnus Archives

Artwork source https://www.deviantart.com/decepticoniancybra/art/The-Tower-Tarot-Card-871366781

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Why Have You Forsaken Me?

To the choirmaster: according to The Doe of the Dawn. A Psalm of David.

1 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, from the words of my groaning? 2 O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer, and by night, but I find no rest. 3 Yet you are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel. 4 In you our fathers trusted; they trusted, and you delivered them. 5 To you they cried and were rescued; in you they trusted and were not put to shame. 6 But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by mankind and despised by the people. 7 All who see me mock me; they make mouths at me; they wag their heads; 8 “He trusts in the Lord; let him deliver him; let him rescue him, for he delights in him!” 9 Yet you are he who took me from the womb; you made me trust you at my mother's breasts. 10 On you was I cast from my birth, and from my mother's womb you have been my God. 11 Be not far from me, for trouble is near, and there is none to help. 12 Many bulls encompass me; strong bulls of Bashan surround me; 13 they open wide their mouths at me, like a ravening and roaring lion. 14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax; it is melted within my breast; 15 my strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to my jaws; you lay me in the dust of death. 16 For dogs encompass me; a company of evildoers encircles me; they have pierced my hands and feet— 17 I can count all my bones— they stare and gloat over me; 18 they divide my garments among them, and for my clothing they cast lots. 19 But you, O Lord, do not be far off! O you my help, come quickly to my aid! 20 Deliver my soul from the sword, my precious life from the power of the dog! 21 Save me from the mouth of the lion! You have rescued me from the horns of the wild oxen! 22 I will tell of your name to my brothers; in the midst of the congregation I will praise you: 23 You who fear the Lord, praise him! All you offspring of Jacob, glorify him, and stand in awe of him, all you offspring of Israel! 24 For he has not despised or abhorred the affliction of the afflicted, and he has not hidden his face from him, but has heard, when he cried to him. 25 From you comes my praise in the great congregation; my vows I will perform before those who fear him. 26 The afflicted shall eat and be satisfied; those who seek him shall praise the Lord! May your hearts live for ever! 27 All the ends of the earth shall remember and turn to the Lord, and all the families of the nations shall worship before you. 28 For kingship belongs to the Lord, and he rules over the nations. 29 All the prosperous of the earth eat and worship; before him shall bow all who go down to the dust, even the one who could not keep himself alive. 30 Posterity shall serve him; it shall be told of the Lord to the coming generation; 31 they shall come and proclaim his righteousness to a people yet unborn, that he has done it. — Psalm 22 | English Standard Version Anglicised (ESVUK) The Holy Bible, English Standard Version Anglicised Copyright © 2001 by Crossway Bibles, a division of Good News Publishers. Cross References: Numbers 10:32; Deuteronomy 10:21; Joshua 2:11; 2 Kings 14:26; 1 Chronicles 5:20; Job 16:10; Job 25:6; Psalm 17:10; Psalm 22:11; Psalm 24:4; Psalm 35:18; Psalm 40:9; Psalm 40:16; Psalm 42:3; Psalm 71:5-6; Psalm 99:6; Psalm 102:18; Isaiah 46:3; Matthew 6:13; Matthew 27:35; Matthew 27:39; Matthew 27:43; Matthew 27:46; Mark 15:24; Luke 21:20; Luke 23:27; John 19:20; Philippians 3:2; 2 Timothy 4:17; Hebrews 2:12; Hebrews 5:7; Revelation 19:5

[v-anrouge]

Answer some or all, I want to know more about you 👀 that wasn’t the right emoji but oh well I’m using voice to text

Do you have freckles? 

 Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? 

What was the last song you listened to? 

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side? 

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? 

Do you prefer drawing or writing? 

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with? 

What’s your favorite band/artist? 

When is your birthday? 

How tall are you? 

What color are your eyes? 

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? 

Fears? 

What’s your favorite color? 

What’s your favorite season? 

Want any tattoos? What of? 

Want any piercings? Where? 

Who is the last person you texted? 

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? 

What/who do you miss? 

How was your day today? 

How much sleep did you get last night? 

Do you believe in aliens? 

When was the last time you cried? Why? 

What’s your favorite decade? 

What are some seemingly childish things you like? 

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? 

How are you, really? 

Does it take you a long time to make decisions? 

What are you looking forward to in the near future? 

What are you looking forward to in the distant future? 

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? 

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? 

What’s your favorite flower? 

Do you currently have a squish? 

Do you like your middle name? 

Do you prefer dogs or cats? 

Do you have any phobias? 

Do you stay up late?

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? 

What’s your favorite cartoon? 

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many? 

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? 

Is there anyone you would die for? 

What do you need when you’re sad? 

Have you memorized your phone number? 

Who’s someone you can trust with your life? 

What does your last text say? 

Wild Card. Any question, ask away. 

1- actually yeah but theyre super super super light so u can barely see them

2- coffee, i hate tea. i drink it with milk and sugar

3- more KDA

4- side, shrimping

5- yes:3 rook vil and my childhood plush

6- drawing

7- one, and it has to be thin

8- DONT DO THID TO ME I CANT DECIDE

9- june 19

10- 5'3 💀

11- very dark brown

12- all my mooties

13- abandonment, forests, insects, worm like things, heaven, dogs

14- blue and purple

15- winter 100%

16- yes! maybe of a deer, not realistic tho

17- i want all my piercings back my mom made me take them off so now im only left w my bites and the cheek ones😔

18- my mother

19- my lesbian irl :3 like two years?

20- peace

21- okay-ish

22- like 4 or 5?

23- i don't care for them

24- like 1 hour ago, obey me 💀

25- i don't think there are decades to be celebrated humans are evil in all of them

26- cute things, children movies and cartoons, they make me happy

27- i haven't read in LONG because books in brazil are way more expensive than i can afford

28- okay i think

29- yes😭

30- getting a job that i actually like

31- moving with my irl

32- to my irl's house :3

33- locked shut

34- oleanders!

35- nope

36- HATE IT

37- CATSSS

38- insects, worm like things..i think that's it?

39- yeah💀

40- no, but also yes, i dislike beaches because in there's always those fucking sand dollars , i prefer it sunny because the water is cold

41- GUMBALL!!!

42- I CANT I DON'T WANT TO MAKE ANYONE SAD FOR NOT BEING HERE

43- two older brothers

44- my irl

45- my irl...

46- distract myself and talk to people i like (usually my irl)

47- no i havent 😭

48- my irl <3

49- it's a fight between me and my mom id rather not, sorry

50- I have absolutely no idea what to ask tbh😭 uhmm i guess id like to ask why so many ppl like me

[cheddar-baby]

Cheddar's AOTY 2023

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