#yeah. iunno man...

[mail-me-a-snail]

THE HEALING IS NOT AS REWARDING AS THE HURTING !!

[taxlthomas]

yeah ok dumping a few randomass sketches etc i dont thinkk? i posted from whenever different times wahwahwah

(tumblr only allows 10 images so i s’pose this is it for now

[mister-lucky-bunny]

Dylan G they could never make me hate you

[sosoribro]

rouxls kaard and the theme of freedom: just trust me bro

now listen. i know rouxls is just the funny blue idiot man with the confusing-to-pronounce name and the funny duck, and its likely that he'll just remain the silly comic-relief guy for the whole game. and honestly i love that. i think that would be really funny.

(YAP SESH INCOMING)

HOWEVER

freedom. lets talk about freedom. you know, that reoccuring concept we all know and love. freedom. choice. one's own autonomy.

now lets look at rouxls again. what is he? the rules card. whats a point that comes up time and time again when discussing this character? in a deck of cards, the rules card has almost no significance whatsoever, and exists for just that: the rules. as a result, it is often discarded. it is considered useless.

but look at how rouxls views himself, and look at how he carries himself. it is so easy to say that he thinks he's better than everyone, and that he truly is nothing but a stuck-up, vain man who's too stupid to even see that he's well... stupid.

or is he? (legitimate question!!! here's a potential answer????)

because he seems fixated on working for someone. anyone, it seems. so here we have someone who considers himself to be absolutely intelligent, capable, powerful, and just generally better than everyone else, yet still wants to settle for second-in-command? he contradicts himself. but why?

so back to the card thing. the rules card is ultimately in a deck to help.

and rouxls kaard seems desperate to help. to assist. to serve. but that makes sense, considering that as the rules card, that is his purpose.

and what if he knew that?

so this is the part where i realize that im way too invested in this character and will really take ANYTHING as evidence for my probably-not-canon lore that's canon in my mind and only in my mind. stop reading right now if you dont like that.

anyway

rouxls lists long walks in the dungeon as one of his hobbies.

and who's in the dungeon?

THATS RIGHT. I AM BRINING THIS GUY UP:

YOU KNOW HIM, YOU LOVE HIM, ITS JEVIL YEAH I EVEN DRAGGED JEVIL INTO THIS SO YOU KNOW IM IN TOO DEEP

so anyway ignoring how far-fetched this is what if hypothetically rouxls wandered down to jevil's cell and somehow learned that it was all just a game yada yada yada and in the process, learned that providing rules and helping until he is inevitably discarded is simply his role.

and so, his personality is as stuck-up and high-and-mighty as it is because he wants to feel important. he needs to feel important, otherwise he'll be thrown away.

he needs to be of use to someone, but can not stand going ignored.

in being so willing to submit to whoever's in power, he denies himself freedom.

so long story short: hey guys what if rouxls actually knows hes useless and mostly discarded. how does he know? idk jevil maybe told him??? but maybe thats why hes so desperate to work for someone, but is so full of himself at the same time? because he wants to feel needed and important, because he knows that the rules card gets thrown away. again, jevil probably told him iunno

and thats how rouxls totally links to the theme of freedom guys totally a billion percent canon i am definitely so normal about him

NOW ALTERNATIVELY HE COULD ALSO JUST BE FUNNY STUPID MAN I DUNNO

[pichiru]

The Sun Also Smiles - Chapter 3

Chapters - [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10]

Summary - With Mabel and Dipper's 16th birthday party on the horizon, Grunkle Stan takes to online dating to find a date for the party. Things start to get real weird real fast.

Word Count - 3,251

Pairing(s) - Stan Pines x OC

Genre(s): Romance, Comedy, Mystery

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Solana said:

Good morning, Stanley Pines 🖤

Stanley 🖤🖤🖤 said:

Mornin toots

Solana said:

Did you sleep well?

Stanley 🖤🖤🖤 said:

Like a damn rock. What about you?

Solana said:

I slept wonderfully. Had a hot date with a nice and shy old guy and my favorite tv show last night

Stanley 🖤🖤🖤 said:

Oh yeah? Hope he was handsome

Solana said:

He is. Sexy even.

Stanley 🖤🖤🖤 said:

Damn. You think I’m sexy? Wish I could give you a compliment too but I have no idea what you look like, toots

Solana said:

Soon, soon. Very soon. I promise. I wanna make sure that you’re not gonna up and run away the moment you see me.

Stanley 🖤🖤🖤 said:

Why would I book it?

Solana said:

Iunno. It happens all the time.

Stanley 🖤🖤🖤 said:

Even for me, that’s rude as hell. I’m sorry

Solana said:

Why are YOU sorry? You didn’t do it. I appreciate the kindness though.

Stanley 🖤🖤🖤 said:

Lemme meet you at your job some time?

Solana said:

Maybe. Let me get through the day today and I’ll give you an answer to that. I’m in a rush right now. Boss is on my ass about being present and punctual.

Stanley 🖤🖤🖤 said:

Yeah I gotcha. I’ll be waiting for that answer, babe

Solana said:

🖤🖤🖤

“Grunkle Stan, are you ready yet?” Mabel called from up the stairs.

“Did you sleep in your chair again? That’s not good for your back, you know,” Dipper said with playful disappointment in his voice.

Stan smiled to himself at the kids looking out for him despite the fact that he was a grown man and could take care of himself. It was just nice to know that people other than Ford cared for once.

He dropped the leg rest on the recliner then pulled himself to the edge of the seat. With a large and very much audible grunt, Stan pushed himself onto his feet. He knew Dipper was right but sometimes forcing himself to lay in an empty bed was tough. A loud crack was heard when he stretched out his back, immediately creating relief.

“Yeah, yeah, kids. I got it,” he yelled up at them, knowing they were standing at the top of the stairs listening to his morning routine.

“Lemme take a shower and snag breakfast on the way there,” Stan offered as he continued to stretch and crack bones in his rickety old body.

“No chance Grunkle Stan! It’s almost noon and I’ve been waiting alllllll morning for you to wake up and take me and Dipper-“

“I told you, it’s Maze now. Short for Mason,” Dipper murmured to Mabel, hitting her arm. Not hard though.

Mabel rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner. “I’ve been waiting alllllll morning for you to wake up and take me and MAZE to that massive art store that just opened up recently.”

“Maze?” Stan asked under his breath to himself in confusion. “I’m sorry, kid. I stayed up a little later than usual to watch the rerun of The Duchess Approves. I’ll make it up to ya. I promise.”

Mabel peeked down the stairs to see Stan standing at the bottom, looking as if he was deep in thought. “Okay. As long as you keep that promise.”

“I’m a man of my word! I’ve never made a promise I couldn’t keep. Ask Sixer.” Stan yawned as he stretched one last time to get the residual tiredness out of his body.

“Shower then store!” Mabel said with a nodding huff.

“You got it, kid,” Stan chuckled. He turned the tv off and tossed the remote back into the recliner. He trudged up the stairs and past the kids at the top, immediately making his way into the bathroom. He shut the door quickly and sighed heavily.

Why was Solana being so avoidant about being seen? Was she actually a catfish or even a modicum of who she said she is? It was hard to tell through just a screen or a phone call. Stan was used to being scammed and the scammer but this one…this one felt like the worst kind of scam and that’s saying a lot considering he was actually a criminal.

He shook his head to try and shake the feeling off. Today was about Mabel and starting up her weird earring business. This wouldn’t even be a thing he’d consider if she wasn’t looking to be a business owner like her good old Grunkle Stan. It lit up the darkest corners of his heart to know that fact.

As he went through the motions of taking a shower and getting dressed, Mabel was sitting with Dipper in the living room. She was sitting in the seat of the recliner and Dipper on the arm with his leg up. They were barely watching some old cowboy flick that had a lot of staring and not a lot of action. It could almost be classified as media's longest staring contest if one to be honest.

Dipper had on a black denim vest with distress on the sleeves, (what he thought was) an obscure band t-shirt, ripped jeans, and combat boots. Even though it was the beginning of summer, he chose fashion over comfort. He even started donning "guy-liner" which everyone knew was just eyeliner he tried to masculinize. Mabel did it for him every morning without complaint because she wanted her brother to look pretty.

Mabel however barely changed her fashion sense in the years since they were last in the mystery shack. Except she upgraded to overall dresses over her sweaters instead of regular skirts and wore high top converse instead of regular black flats. Sometimes she would steal Dipper's band t-shirts if they had a weird enough logo.

"Dip-" Mabel started before she got a death glare from her brother. "Maaazzzeeeeeee," she said in a drawn out way to try and get the name on her tongue. "Maze, did you hear any of what Grunkle Stan was saying on the phone last night?"

"No, I was _actually_ sleeping."

"Hey! I was too excited to sleep because we're starting up my business soon! And going material shopping today. I had to make sure I had everything written down and designed so the art store people could help me," she explained before puffing out her cheeks at the end.

"ANYWAY!" she continued. "He was talking to a mystery woman and watching The Duchess Approves. It had a crazy plot twist at the end. I won't spoil it for you though," she rambled.

"Mabel, you're getting off track again," Maze said as he flicked the shoelaces on his combat boots.

"Oh! Right! Well anyway, I think he asked her on a date," she whispered to him.

"A date? Grunkle Stan? Yeah okay. Funny joke Mabel," Maze said as he rolled his eyes. "Grunkle Stan doesn't have it in him to even talk to a woman let alone ask her on a date."

"I dunnoooooo! He got pretty far on courting Lazy Susan before things went downhill. I just think they thought they were better as friends. But this woman...She's different. I think he really likes her."

"How could you know that from one conversation on the phone?" Maze asked.

"I can tell by the tone of his voice when he was talking to her. Grunkle Stan never talks to anyone like that. Not even us! And you know he loves us to death."

"He'd never admit it though," Maze added.

"Of course not. But we will always know his truth," Mabel sighed gently as she sat back into the chair.

"Kids? Ya ready to hit the road?" Stan's voice suddenly called from up the stairs.

Mabel and Maze sat up straight when they heard his voice. They looked at each other, scared that he might have heard their conversation. They gulped in unison.

"Y-Yeah! I got everything in my bag and Di...Maze is ready too!" Mabel called back with a nervous laugh, grabbing her tote bag and standing up straight.

"Nice," Maze said sarcastically with no real bite to it. But he's glad she said something because he knows they would have both been sitting there in stunned silence until Stan came down to see if they were even still alive.

"Shhhhhh!" Mabel covered his face with one of her hands. Maze didn't move in the slightest. He was used to Mabel doing that at this point.

They could hear footsteps descending down the first half of the steps then onto the landing. Stan was standing there in his mystery shack suit with his red fez, a sleek gold chain with his stylish, totally for show, cane in his right hand. Which meant...he was ready to haggle the art store workers at any cost. He only wore that suit when he wanted to scam during daylight hours.

"Grunkle Stan, you better be nice! I know what that suit means," Mabel warned, putting her hands on her hips and puffing her cheeks out.

"Hey, don't ya want the best materials at half the cost? Which means ya can get even more!" Stan retorted with his signature, boastful grin plastered on his face.

Mabel sighed loudly while leaning her head back. "Yeessssss," groaned playfully.

"Exactly. Let's get going." Stan looked at Maze and gave him a thumbs up. "I had a goth phase too, kid. Just want you to know that," he said as he finished coming down the stairs. He patted both of their heads with heavy hands and smiled even more. Nothing made him happier in this moment than seeing his niece and nephew continue growing into their own person. He just wanted them to be happy and he'd do anything to make that happen.

"Grunkle Staaannnnnn," Maze groaned, shaking his head from under Stan's hand and fixing his hair.

"Sorry, kid. Takes a lot of hair gel to get it like that, eh?" Stan chuckled as he walked towards the door. "Keepin it in mind for the next time."

Maze smiled at his uncle's apology. Stan was the last person he expected to understand him right now. How could Stanley Pines of all people understand what it felt like to be an outcast? It always seemed like he knew just what to do to fit in and Ford was the outcast.

"Maze?" Mabel called from the door. She was looking at him with concern at the way he spaced out suddenly. "You okay?"

"Y-Yeah! Sorry. I was just thinking about what kind of earrings I could make for myself when you get everything. Twin discount, you know," He said coolly.

Mabel grinned, clutching the strap of her tote. Her family's support meant the world to her. "It'll probably be something emmoooooo," she teased. "Shotgun!" she yelled suddenly before darting towards Stan's car.

"NOT FAIR! You got a head start!" Maze said as he ran out of the house past Stan to try and beat Mabel to the car.

Stan laughed to himself as he closed the front door and locked the door. He strolled over to the car as the twins argued over who was going to sit where in the car. "The lady of the hour should sit in the front." Mabel stuck her tongue out at Maze. "Then...Maze can sit in the front when we come home." Maze stuck his tongue out at Mabel in retaliation. Stan unlocked the car and hopped in. Right after, the twins piled into the spots in the car.

"Buckle those seatbelts up," Stan reminded as he turned the radio on a low volume so there wasn't any awkward silence.

"Grunkle Stan, you literally never put your seatbelt on," Mabel laughed as she put hers on.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm an adult. I could take a car crash to the head right now and be fiiine," Stan said smoothly but in a way that would definitely be conveyed as a joke. He admired her for calling him out on his shit. He needed to be setting a better example for them since they were much more sentient and impressionable than the last time he saw them. He popped it on, adjusted his rearview mirror and drove off towards town.

Stan and Mabel were singing along to a random pop song that they both were surprised that each other knew. Once they realized that they were karaoke buddies, they sang their hearts out to the song while Maze sat in the backseat, marveling at their ability to not care so much. Once the song was over with and they calmed down, Stan adjusted his rearview mirror so he could have a direct eye line with Maze.

"So uh, Maze. Ya wanna talk about the name change?" Stan asked as he turned down the radio so he could hear him if he decided to respond.

"Oh, uh..." Maze's cheeks flushed shyly as he sunk down into the seat. "I felt like Dipper was too little kiddish and Mason wasn't cool enough. It feels like an old man name. So I came up with Maze," he explained, feeling his ears heat up from embarrassment. "It's like a cooler and more edgy version of Mason, you know?"

Stan smiled to himself. He was proud of his nephew for taking steps to trying to find himself in this crucial stage of his development. "Yeah? It sounds badass," he admitted with a grin. "The ladies'll go crazy over Maze."

"You think so?" He asked, his cheeks fully flushed now. He had a smile on his face that was so relieved that Stan was extremely supportive without a second thought to it.

"Hell yeah! Better than borin old Stan," Stan said with a nod, smiling even more now.

"Well someone seems to like that, 'boring old Stan'," Mabel chimed in bravely with a devious grin while she wiggled her eyebrows knowingly.

The car swerved slightly after she said that. Stan was shocked that she knew _anything_. His own cheeks started turning red in response.

"Got no clue what you're on about, kid," he deflected quickly.

"Oh yeeeaaaahhhhhh? Who's Solana then?" Mabel asked, putting her head in her hands with her elbows on the arm rest between her and her uncle.

"B-Bill collector!" He stammered before turning the radio up loud enough to where he couldn't hear her if she tried to speak again.

Mabel giggled and turned to face forward in her seat again. She knew he was lying of course and it was hilarious watching him trying to explain his way out of it.

After what felt like an agonizing amount of time to Stan later, they pulled into a parking spot at the new art shop he promised he'd take Mabel to. He turned the car off then immediately pulled the keys out.

"Ready to get the ball rollin, kid?" Stan asked Mabel.

"I'm ready like Freddy!" Mabel said excitedly, practically vibrating in her seat at this point.

"Go on in. I'll meet you kids in there. Make sure you look all helpless so they'll feel bad for some kids and give even more of a discount," Stan reminded, looking between the both of them. The twins nodded and rushed out of the car to run into the store.

Stan took his phone out of his pocket to see if Solana had texted him. She didn't. He figured it was because she was at work so he figured he'd hear from her later on in the day after her shift. Or maybe on her lunch break? He hoped lunch was the option.

Wait what? Stop. Full stop. Why was he acting like this about a woman he barely knew?

Get it together, Stanley, he thought to himself, shaking his head and rubbing his face in disbelief. His eyes trailed over to his reflection in the rearview mirror. He almost didn't recognize himself.

"Ya got this. You are the man. Ya'll get Mabel the best deals in the history of Gravity Falls on art supplies. Keep it together around them. Don't let them see you crack," he said to his reflection in the mirror, trying to hype himself up like usual. He always did this before every Mystery Shack tour back when he still ran it. He left that up to Soos long ago. It'd been a while. He was rusty but he hoped he still had the charm.

Before he could get inside his own head any more than what he already was, Stan got out of the car. He made sure to grab his cane just in case he had to play up the old man card. As he locked the doors, he was already walking into the store.

The doors slid open and he was hit with the crispest wall of air conditioning he'd ever felt since he moved to this, not so, sleepy town. They weren't kidding when they said this was the biggest art store this town has ever seen. It seemed locally owned. By who, he didn't know. Nor did he care. He was about to scam the fuck out of them.

There was a loud clatter heard in a nearby aisle.

"Fuck!" the voice said in a defeated tone.

Stan grew curious if the kids had anything to do with that. He went to inspect almost immediately. Once he reached the aisle where the commotion was, there was a woman bent over in a short skirt. If she didn't have her striped tights on, her ass definitely would have been showing. It was nice and round plus her thighs were the perfect size to match. When he caught himself staring, Stan screeched to a grinding halt in his tracks when he remembered that he was still very much interested in Solana.

"Excuse me, toots. Ya need a hand?" he found himself asking without even thinking a millisecond about it. He cussed himself out internally for treating this woman the way he did initially and wanted to right the wrong. Even though she had no idea.

"Ah, no. I got it," she said as she stood up straight and turned around to see Stan. She froze in her tracks when their eyes met. She stood there, statuesque.

Stan couldn't help but look over her in the few seconds he had to respond. She had a light yellow color to her hair and it was almost reminiscent of Betty Boop with all the little curls she had covering her head and part of her face. It was short too. Above her shoulders. Her skin was dewy and brown. Her eyes were a deep and chocolatey brown. Her lips. Her shirt had one of those little heart shaped keyholes. It showed every bit of her cleavage.

He snapped himself back to reality first, still finding her seemingly frozen in time.

"Hello?" Stan asked, waving a hand in her face. "Anybody home up there?"

"Hi, Stanley," she said in a very familiar voice with a smile and a tiny wave of her fingers.

Stan froze in his spot as well. His throat immediately started feeling like it was closing up and his heart started racing.

"S-Solana?" he asked in quiet shock. His entire demeanor changed almost instantly. He was looking everywhere but her, feeling the anxiety of seeing her set in quickly. This was something he hadn't accounted for. At least not today.

"Tsk, tsk, Stanley," Solana said as she did the two finger wiping motion at him. "Eye fucking me already?" she laughed. "How ungentlemanlike of you."

[realuity]

an entirely biased review of all of the original killers in dead by daylight

okay so I don‘r play DBD. frankly, I’d rather shuck myself like a cob of corn than subject myself to whatever nonsense rhe game’s playerbase is up to. the lore’s not my thing and some of the character choices make me wrinkle. but I like horror things and I have a vague understanding of how they play. and I have some opinions. so i’ll throw them here.

thsi only includes the original guys made for the game. no liscensed visitors! (If you are wondering though I like myers and pig for their gimmicks and xenomorph because I love women)

evan macmillian - the trapper

i am excruciatingly neutral on this guy. he is kind of John Killer, which makes sense for how much I dgaf, but still. his mask is cool as fuck, but his lore really doesn’t resonate with me. trapping is a fun gimmick but apparently he lends himself to a lot of campy playstyles, which doesn’t sound too fun. he just exists to me.

philip ojomo - the wraith

this guy’s just really downright miserable. he doesn’t even wanna be here. he just wants to work at a Denny’s and live alone with a cat or whatever. invisibility is neat and the big stupid bell ring for whenever he does it is really funny though. cool guy I just feel bad for his existence

max thompson jr - the hillbilly

iunno this guys concept and lore just rub me the wrong way. just feels tone-deaf. much like wraith i think we should just leave this guy alone and let him farm in peace. he’s had a rough go of it. letting him be just some normal guy would make everything feel less. ew.

sally smithson - the nurse

how does she see out of that thing.

jokes aside she’s another i don’t feel strongly about. apparently she’s pretty meta due to her teleportation shenanigans, but otherwise she doesn’t catch my eye. I’m sorry women

lisa sherwood - the hag

really strong design-wise. really neat looking fungus plant lady. another one that really doesn’t wanna be here. like holy hell ma’am. maybe she and billy can go grill things together away from killing people for a big spider demon. otherwise I’m neutral on her too.

herman carter - the doctor

oh YEAH baby. this guy’s my MAN. he’s a complete SHITHEAD and is TERRIBLE and he’s very fun to watch. Electroshock Andy over here is the giggliest guy on campus and has some really funny builds and gimmicks and is also unreasonably complicated. jumpscare doctor is so fucking funny plus electricity themes are cool even if it is the endlessly fucked up existence of electroshock therapy and military-funded abuse, but what is horror without being a little slice of messed up reality? I never want to go near this man in my life.

anna - the huntress

I like her!! she’s pretty and fucked up. i like predator/prey motifs and she’s got a nice voice. my fav thing about her is the existence of orbital huntress. hilarious as hell. you can just cross-map bean someone with a hatchet to their skull. fuck yeah.

jeffrey hawk - the clown

he’s not even the cunty jester or joyous giggler kind of clown. he’s a freako with a thing for fingers that drugs people. i don’t want to be anywhere near this man in my life. fun short film though. damn good horror villian I just. ewwwwwwwwww

rin yamaoka - the spirit

she should be allowed to kill people actually. literally just some kid as far as I know. i’d be pissed off too if my dad got so fucked over by a company that he started killing people. living in the scary dimension and stabbing people sounds like a way better time than that. saw someone cosplay her once at a convention too and that was pretty neat.

the legion

genuinely wonderfully funny concept. these lot are just some kids that kill people as a hobby. they have a logo and listen to mixtapes while doing it and all. they’re spy mains that think they’re hot shit. the title is unreasonably cool for what they are. the fact they just have to like lie down and take a moment to go wheeze after using their ability is great too. they forgot to pack an inhaler or four to the scary dimension

adiris - the plague

frankly unreasonably badass design. ancient mesopotamian preiest that just like.vomits on people. i'm not too invested in whatever she's up to religion-wise i just think the fact she horfs up blood as a projectile weapon is sick as fuck. the censer as a melee is cool too

kazan yamaoka - the oni

this is the spirits great great peepaw or something aparently. i do love the aestehtic of traditional japanese masks i just wish the mask here had the big ol' eyes and bigger teeth. he hits people with a big club too i guess. neutral on this bloke.

caleb quinn - the deathslinger

IRELAND MENTION LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

otherwise this is a sick guy. old freak who got fucked over by capitalism so hard he decided to build a gu and shoot people with a harpoon about it. plus he's a cowboy. consideirng my biggest interest right now is great god grove, i am predisposed to liking cowboy motifs. also he's really funny in the 2v8 gameplay ive seen you literally just go fishing

talbot grimes - the blight

his main gameplay loop involves ramming into walls like an idiot before hitting someone with a big stick. i guess thats what the infection from hollow knight does to a guy. my only other strong opinion is that they shuould make his rushing running scream be the scotland forever voice clip

charlotte n' victor deshayes - the twins

can this game be normal about facial differences for two fucking seconds . anyway te concept is neat i guess and i like how kicking the infant is so tempting within this game that theres apparently entire meme playstyles based aroud baiting people into kicking the baby, thus getting them out of position for you to go hit them with your scythe

ji-woon hak - the trickster

shame that yet another title that couldve been used for a cunty jester has been taken. oh well. at least we have this guy who's pretty neat. a whole thing based on the k-pop industry is a rlly oddball choice for a horror game, but i dunno i've heard that said industry can get pretty fucked and exploitative. also i like neon colours a lot. the whole bit with him making his synths out of samples of his victims which he goes on to put into his work is really neat i think. hes kinda just some guy though

carmina mora - the artist

alright. her design is really neat and i like all the ink and strong red and black colours and her weird claw hand she turns her hand into. but she is possibly the funniest design slip-up ever. she's chilean and from chile and her major thematic throughline is crows. apparently, chile is like, one of the only countries to not have crows in it. lmao

the dredge

dredge!! dredge my friend dredge!! one of the three Creatures Buddies, dedge is like so fucking cute to me. thats a puppies dog. sure this puppies dog was formed from a dark fucked up ritual spawned from a jonestown situation and is the amalgam of hundreds of people stuck in a high-control cult enviornment, but consider that they're a puppies dog. i think if igave them a sugar cube things would be ok

tarhos korvács & the wacky bunch - the knight

i mean, cool ass concept of a murderous knight and his buddies all being played at once. i'm otherwise neutral. not really a medeival fan, but they're cool i suppose.

adriana imai - the skull merchant

alright she was definitley spawned from the result of a gaggle of designers throwing concepts at the wall and trying to shove them into a pile. a cut-throat millionare who kills ceos for fun, a comic book hero brought to life into a villian by the author's daughter, and a sci-fi high-tech conniving surveillance master murderer. i can respect that mish-mash design philosophy a lot but i'm otherwise also neutral. her little claw arm contraption thing is fun though

hux-a7-13 - the singularity

i really, really like hux! i'm a sucker for evil AI, especally one that's also getting into bioengineering and meaty mechanics. for a heartless killer who's hellbent on the kinda cliche goal of becoming the ultamite lifeform by assimilating others genetic info, he's actually kind of a smug snarky cunt. he calls people worms for no reason. he literally calls people annoying for screaming in pain. i think he and p03 would get along disastrously.

the unknown

one banger to the next. unknown here is a wriggly strange mass that's a love letter to creepypasta, urban legends, found footage and perhaps even the more recent development of analog horror. a squirmy fella who steals voices and fucks over anyone who comprehends them. doesn't even wanna be in the scary spider dimension if i recall correctly. i love the disjointed voicelines that come across as them mimicking whatever they've heard, but they're definitley like.. sapient. i think they have a dashing smile and a lovely crawl.

portia maye - the houndmaster

um. hi. hii hello ma'am. hellou. hi.

this is the newest addition, and she's a doozy. scotish pirate lady with a big ol' dog she loves very much. i don't know much about her.. but apparently her dog's breed is like, a notably loyal and strong one used as a guard dog/ and the lady herself? oh my god she's so fucking pretty. the gold and red on the coat. her badass knife cane. im quaking in my boots for a variety of reasons. i don't find her scary, don't find any of this lot traditionally scary, but yknow. she/s still sick as hell.

[lunagojo]

Various Anime Boys: Being Told "I love you" For the First Time (Part 4!)

Full disclaimer about this part, this is a partial revision of the first part, I decided to go more in depth with the first few guys I did :) I will continue to revise the rest of the boys I did in the first part <3 Please enjoy!

Featured: Satoru Gojo, Dabi / Touya Todoroki, Giyuu Tomioka

Warnings: Dabi being a bit rude

~ Part 1 ~ ~ Part 2 ~ ~ Part 3 ~ ~ Part 5 ~

Satoru Gojo

(love of my life <3)

“Y/NNNNNNNNN. Let’s go do sooommmeeethinnnnngggg. This is boooooring.” Satoru whined, reclining on your couch.

“You’re the one who decided to come over when you knew damn well I’m working on my thesis, Satoru.” You replied, brows furrowed in concentration as you typed away at your desk. The deadline for your paper was fast approaching and you were stressed, to say the least. That much Satoru could tell.

He stretched himself out, long limbs dangling off the sides of the plush sofa. “Why d’you need to do this stuff anyway? All it does is stress you out n’ keep you away from me.”

You had been friends with Satoru for years now, having met him back when you worked at a cake shop. You had commented on how his spending there would finance your whole university tuition, and it had gone from there.

He was handsome, of course. But also funny, endearing, and so unbearably annoying. But he did have a heart of gold, you had to admit, and a very blunt manner of speaking to say the least. He didn’t mince words when it came to people he didn’t like, and that was something that you admired. He spent so much money on you, too; you couldn’t understand why. Satoru insisted that he was merely giving you what you deserved, but some of the gifts had been of the more sentimental and intimate variety, like the custom made locket necklace he had made for you, when you had mentioned your grandmother had one just like it.

Suffice it to say, you had feelings for him, strong ones. But a small part of you had doubts, which would creep up just when you had mustered the strength to tell him. Satoru Gojo was a beautiful, strapping young man, perfect in nearly every way. How could he ever see you as anything more than a friend?

You snorted. “If I don’t get this in I’ll fail and I’ll have to repeat the whole year, and that’ll set me back. I need to make something of myself, Toru.”

He rolled off the couch and strolled over to your desk, placing his hands on your shoulders. “What if you took a break though? Just for tonight? C’mon, I miss you.”

You looked over your shoulder to see glimmering big blue eyes peering at you, a soft pout on Satoru’s lips. “You’re such a child,” You sighed, but relented for now. After all, he was here and he was doing nothing but distracting you. And a break did sound nice. “Fine. What do you wanna do?” You asked, resting back in your desk chair.

“Something fun.”

“Like…?”

“Iunno, let’s go out! Let’s see what’s playing at the theatre or if they got my favourite cake back in stock at the shop!” He pulled you out of your chair, grinning.

“Oh, of course.” You rolled your eyes, but you did enjoy seeing him smile. He was annoying as hell, but you had to admit…it was kinda cute. You stood, going to grab your keys. “Or, we could go stock up on snacks, find some dumb movies, come back here and stay up til 4 AM.” You suggested with a smile. Satoru’s smile widened and he grasped your hand eagerly.

“Yes! You’re a genius, Y/N! Let’s go!” He started to pull you toward the door.

“Hah, I love you, Satoru, you dork.”

He froze in place, looking back at you with huge eyes. “Wha?”

You blinked. “What?”

“You said you love me.”

“I did?” You looked confused.

“Yeah, you did.” He turned and smooshed your cheeks in his palms. “Do you mean it? You’re not just pulling my leg, are you? ‘Cause that would be beyond cruel, Y/N. I have a heart too, y’know!”

You chewed on your lip, heat rising in your face. You did love him. He was an idiot, but you didn’t want him to be anyone else’s idiot. Slowly you nodded, placing a hand over one of his.

His blue eyes softened and he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours. “Tell me again.” He murmured.

“I love you, Satoru Gojo.” You replied in a whisper, your eyes half-lidded but still locked on his.

Without second thought his lips met yours and he kissed you tenderly, his fingers tucking through your hair. You swore you could hear his heart thudding in his chest. When he pulled away, hesitantly, he smiled and grabbed your hand again.

“Dunno if we’re gonna be watching all too much of the movies,” He said with a wiggle of his brows. “But we can still try, I’m a good multitasker.” He looked back at you, his grin widening. “And, in case it wasn’t obvious, Y/N, I love you, too. I always have.”

Dabi / Touya Todoroki

(I love him sm, he deserved so much better... :( )

You were busy doing your university homework when you heard a tap on your window. Yep, it was 3 AM, about that time. Without hesitation you got up and went to the window, sliding it open.

Hazy blue eyes met yours as booted feet landed on the floor. “Thought you were gonna leave me out here to fuckin’ freeze.” Dabi said, grumbling as he maneuvered his way in.

“I came here as soon as I heard you,” You argued back. Never a thank you from Dabi, even though he had been crashing at your place for the past six months. You both had met almost a year ago, when the League of Villains had crossed your path on your way home from work one night. Their leader, some guy with a hand on his face, wanted to kill you in case you were gonna narc on them, but for some reason, a couple of the others in the group had stopped him. Dabi wouldn't stop staring at you that night.

Since then he'd show up at your place every night around 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning. He claimed it was because the cops and heroes would never suspect him to be hiding out in a random civilian's home, but you were somewhat suspicious of the validity of that. After all, he'd said it'd only be for a couple weeks and here you were six months later.

“Is your hot water back on again?” He asked casually, kicking off his boots. “I fuckin’ smell.”

“What kind of trouble did you get up to tonight?” You asked, wrinkling your nose. “You smell like a lawnmower.”

Dabi snorted. “None of your damn business, brat.” His words were harsh but his tone was almost tired. “Is it on again or not?”

You nodded, “Yeah, it's on. Washed the clothes you left the other night, too.”

Once again, not a thank you in sight as he went off to your bathroom, shutting the door behind him. You sighed. What were you doing? Why were you going to all this trouble for someone like him? You could just as easily lock your window and cut him off, but you didn't want to. A part of you felt that he needed someone to help him, be there for him. You could tell it was hard for him to show any sort of emotion other than gruff and bothered…and you could sense he had more pain and heartbreak than most people realized.

You went back to work on your homework, quietly writing away in your notebook. You tried to ignore the sound of the bathroom door opening and Dabi walking down the hallway.

Warm breath fanned across the back of your neck suddenly and you shivered in response.

“Why do you bother with this crap?” Dabi asked, leaning over your shoulder. He smelled like your body wash. You tried to hide the telltale blush growing on your face.

“Counter question. Why are you here, Dabi? It's been six months.”

“You know why, dumbass.”

You turned in your seat. “You're here every night now, you use my shower, sleep on my couch, eat my food, and I don't get any sort of appreciation or even a thank you. I'm harboring a fucking criminal in my apartment and you don't seem to be bothered.”

Dabi raised an eyebrow. “Yknow I could ask the same of you. Why do you keep letting me in, then? Washing my clothes, too, getting me those snacks I told you I like…why do you fuckin seem to care so much?!”

“Because I'm in love with you!” You blurted suddenly, hands balled into fists.

Dabi stood there, stunned. He rubbed the back of his neck. “You really are nuts, then.”

You breathed out a laugh, tears stinging your eyes. Turning back to your work, you tried to focus on your writing again. “Just leave me alone, Dabi.”

“Nah, don't think I will.” A hand slid along your shoulder. “Put that shit away and look at me, for God's sake.”

With a heavy sigh, you did as he said, only to be met with rough lips on yours. A sound of surprise escaped your throat but you melted into the kiss, fingers finding Dabi's damp black hair.

“There's a million places I could hide out,” he said against your mouth. “But I keep coming back here. Something pulls me back every time. I've never felt what love is, brat, but when I think of what it must feel like, I think of you.”

Giyuu Tomioka

(T_T i just wanna hug him and give him the love he deserves)

You had never seen Giyuu smile in the time you had known him. You two were close friends, but time spent with the Water Hashira was quiet and tranquil. You knew it was just the way he was, and didn’t mind it, but you had begun to wonder if he ever smiled at all. In the time that you had known each other, you had formed a deep bond and understanding of one another. It took you a long time to realize that you had feelings for him, but you could never tell him. It would ruin everything you both already had.

You two were returning from a mission one night, battered and exhausted from the fight you had just endured, and were intent on finding some place to sleep for the night. Ubuyashiki’s mansion and the Butterfly Manor were too far away, so it seemed like the only option for you both was to find an inn to rest in for the night, and then you could return properly the next morning.

You both finally found a place to stay for the night, but the owner of the inn charged you two an exorbitant amount of yen to stay. Giyuu huffed and, irritated, paid the man, before leading the way to your room silently. He had been dead silent the whole time you had traveled back, and this time, you were worried. Normally he would ask if you were okay or if you needed anything, but this time he was quiet.

“…Are you serious?” Giyuu asked, to nobody in particular, when he opened the sliding door. Only one futon.

You looked over his shoulder at the room and sighed. You had been looking forward to just going to bed after the hell you two had been through.

Giyuu sighed and ran a callused hand over his face, his blue eyes narrowed.

You glanced at him. “…Giyuu…You take the futon, I can just…figure something else out.”

“No.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “What?”

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor after what we just went through. We’ll just have to…sleep together, I suppose.” He looked away quickly, a small blush on his face.

“Sleep together?”

“Not…not like that,” He replied quickly, his face turning from pink to full-blown red. “Just…just sleeping. Beside each other.”

“If you’re okay with that, Giyuu, then I am.” You offered him a small smile, momentarily placing a hand on his arm as you entered the room. He was incredibly tense.

You both bathed first, one at a time, then returned to the room. Giyuu had gone first, and when you came back, he was perched on the futon, his haori and Demon Slayer Corps uniform folded neatly on the floor with his nichirin sword laid atop. He still had his underclothes on, but his torso was bare. You paused, studying his bare back and the various scars that adorned his pale skin. Your heart hurt when you suddenly realized how much Giyuu must have been through. Was that why he was so quiet, and distanced himself from everyone else?

“You’re letting all the cold in,” Giyuu said suddenly, startling you.

“Oh. Right. Sorry…” You quickly shut the sliding door behind you, setting your own clothing down on the floor before crawling under the thick comforter and settling on the futon. It felt heavenly to finally rest your weary, sore muscles.

Giyuu watched you for a moment before following your lead, settling in beside you. His blue eyes scanned your face.

“…What?” You asked, “Did I miss a spot of dirt on my face or something?”

“No,” Giyuu replied, a small tinge of pink rising in his face.

“Giyuu…”

“I’m…going to sleep. Goodnight, Y/N.” He said quietly, starting to roll onto his other side, so he would be facing away from you. You caught him by the arm, however, stopping him.

“…Have you been doing okay, lately? You’re way quieter than usual…I’m getting a bit worried about you.” You told him, your eyes meeting his again.

The Water Hashira sighed, “…I’ve been thinking.”

“About?”

“You.”

“Me?” You looked surprised. “Why?”

“…Because you terrify me.” He replied, and if you hadn’t seen the look on his face you would have thought he was joking.

“…Why?”

“It…doesn’t matter. Let’s just go to sleep, okay.” He sighed, closing his eyes.

Something came over you then. You didn’t know what it was, but you acted without really thinking it through first. Your hands cupped his face and you gently kissed him. It only lasted for a moment, but when you pulled away, Giyuu was looking at you with wide, stunned eyes.

His mouth moved, trying to form words, but nothing came out. “Wha…”He finally gasped out. “Why’d you…”

“…Because I love you, Giyuu. And I didn’t want to say anything because I was worried that it would ruin everything, and I’m sorry if it has, I just couldn’t—” You were cut off by another kiss, one instigated by him this time.

You gazed at him in surprise.

“You terrify me,” Giyuu said, holding your face in his hands. “Because I feel things for you that have been foreign to me for so long. I was…too afraid to say anything.” His lips pulled into a small but genuine smile. The first smile you had ever seen from him.

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

[blubushie]

https://www.tumblr.com/blubushie/757807920922689536/sending-my-own-complaint-about-tf2-fanon-sonce?source=share

i once told someone that i think medic would genuinely try to comfort his patients if they were afraid to undergo surgery and they immediately dismissed it with "nah, he has little to no empathy for people and has never felt an emotion in his life, he didn't even care to check on sniper when he woke up clearly distressed from his resurection because of his ego"

except like.... he literally DID check on sniper. just because he misses social cues and doesn't always react appropriately doesn't mean he is a callous prick who is hostile to everyone around him. idk how they even got that because that man is incredibly caring.

they also used the second opinion voicelines as proof that he's evil which quite frankly made me mad. like yeah, they are entitled to their own opinions but those are not takes that i like or agree with.

???

Are they completely forgetting his entire Meet the Medic scene of "Don't worry, ribs grow back"? You can make the argument he's somewhat socially inept and doesn't realise how scary he can come off as, but outright saying he has no empathy is. Iunno, it's inaccurate to me, coming as someone who actually doesn't have most forms of empathy.

And at the least, even if Medic doesn't have most forms of empathy, he DOES seem to have cognitive empathy (the ability to recognise someone's emotions and act accordingly), which is a learnt skill and not something you're born with?? Iunno where that person gets off at.

[nientedal]

Hey there ~ This is a bit out of nowhere, but the last chapter of the first book of Ubervillain came out recently. I followed it the last few weeks and iunno, just wanted to share a bit if thought, without spoiling much?

It's been really interesting and scary to see Megamind transform from just a vengeful reaper to a legit monster who doesn't care. To go from "life has no meaning without Roxanne" to "there's no point in trying to do good without Roxanne" to "this galaxy has no value without Roxanne in it"

Uber Megamind is such a complex, terrifying man baby, you just can't stop reading, it's like watching a giant trainwreck.

oh wow!!! i honestly didn't realize they were still actively writing it, that's awesome!

but also oh, wow, oh no. i can imagine the shape of what you're describing and yeah, that would be scary to watch that progression. but i can see it making sense, if she was his light, and he never learned to make his own light. he lost his first sun; i can see how losing his second could break him entirely, especially from what i read of the fic.

poor guy :(

[modern-inheritance]

okay IDEA EXPOSITON

I'm going to work on the Just a Man Rewrite animatic a bit so here's the fic idea i had for the Panic fic and the one after.

Panic is basically the event of Firnen hatching. The title says it all.

The fic AFTER is Brom arriving at the Crags, having literally stolen a fucking horse from an elf outpost in Du Weldenvarden because Arya called him up/scryed him and scared the fuck outta him with a 'I need you right now. something's happened. no i can't say what. just get here right now.' and guys, Arya said please, so that told him it was HELLA bad.

And he rocks up ~12-18 hours later after riding the whole time, jumps off the horse, practically runs into the open doorway (because ofc Oromis wouldn't use a door the crazy man and its not like Arya would add one quite yet), catches himself on the doorway and just stares because Arya's on the bed, exhausted from both the bond and the chaos of rollercoaster confused emotions she had (and is still having in random bursts), with a baby dragon tucked against her. At first Brom is like 'omg it hatched where's the rider I thought we were doing this old school rules where only the courier touches the egg until we can get a proper system set up for thOh my fucking gods, Arya'

And yeah he has to go full Mentor Dragon Rider Dad mode because once she wakes up (Firnen hopping down and toddling up to Brom to inspect him wakes her) and nearly takes Brom's head off in protec mode, she has another burst of "I've always wanted this but this has to be a mistake (Arya don't insult the poor thing) Galbatorix must have messed with him (even galbatorix couldn't force a dragon to hatch) I'm the last person who he should have bonded with he's going to get hurt just by my fucked up mind and he'll want to see things from the war (let's wait until he has a basic grasp of language to even worry about that, okay?) I'm queen regent this is a terrible thing to happen they're gonna thing we did this on purpose (fuck them) I have to keep him safe he's so small if anyone finds out about him the barriers around the forest are so weak right now they could attack us at any point (We will keep him secret until he's larger, even from Eragon and Saphira for good measure) Brom what do I do, WHAT DO I DO, I'M TOXIC HE'S GOING TO GET HURT BEING BONDED TO ME"

And Brom just...talks it out with her. He can see just how they are interacting that Arya is already bonded to the hatchling and their bond is strong. She's scared because she cares for him. She wants what's best for him. He just has to show her that she is the best for the lil guy, and get her to breathe for a second and accept that yes, a dragon chose her. And stop insulting him by saying he made a mistake.

Part of Arya accepted that she was a Rider from the start after they bonded but just...he so smol! It's like being handed a premie. It broke her brain for a bit. And she was alone with that, and with hatchling Firnen, for a decent time, unable to reach out and just waiting for the one person she could tell safely to arrive.

Iunno. There's lots of big feelings Arya has about it. I wanna do the animatic but donno if i'll ever finish properly, but damn it we are trying.

^Firnen in Arya's arms the entire time she's freaking out. 'Mwahahaha, you're stuck with me, ILY already.'

[blu-lewd]

1,2,3, 21, 34, 42, 44, 47 :3

-🐇

What is your most tame kink, and why do you like it?

I think breeding is probably pretty tame? Maybe biting?

For breeding: I'm infertile. So this has developed into a "kink for something I can never have" kinda scenario. I really wanna have kids, I love kids, I wanna be a dad really badly. But I'm infertile. The idea of someone having my children fills me with so much euphoria that it's just developed into a kink over time I guess. Also just... Iunno, someone looking at me and thinking "I want this man to father my children" does it too. That someone looks at me and thinks I'm good enough to have that honour, I guess. That they'd look at me and think I'd be a good father fit to raise their kids. The thought makes me happy.

As for biting, uh... feels good, reckon? I'm very hands-on (reckon "primal" is the term) so I use my hands and mouth a lot for sex. I'm bitey.

2. What is your most extreme kink, and why do you like it?

Homicide. I'm mentally ill. Amusingly I'm not a necrophile (I have no interest in fucking corpses) but the idea of fucking someone to death gives me a bit of a thrill, yeah. Unfortunately this is a kink looked down upon even in kink-positive spaces 😅

3. What kink are you most embarrassed by, and why?

I don't reckon I'm embarrassed by any of my kinks...? Though I guess the one with most capacity to ruin my life if anyone found out would be the homicide one, so reckon that.

21. What was the best orgasm you've had recently? Why was it so good?

Uhh... Iunno I got short-term memory loss (ADHD). I let my sub take the reins a few nights ago cuz I wasn't feeling it and reckon it'd be that? Or the one I had a few days ago early in the morning... I like early-morning lazy roots like that.

34. Describe your ideal sexual evening.

No preference. Like the idea of heading out on a picnic and rooting under the stars with some music playing on the radio, though.

42. Describe your most recent sex dream.

Ate out my sub while she was sleeping. That was fun. Wish the dream lasted longer.

44. Describe your orgasms.

Uhhh... Well that's hard. They're never really that intense (yay nerve damage). I've never had an earth-shattering one like you hear people talking about. It's a whole lotta nothing for about 20 minutes and then the last three minutes or so is when I can actually feel it build fast and hard. Then it hits like a brick and I'm left sucking wind for a minute or two. If it's the last round of the night I usually pass out right after for 2-5 minutes and then wake back up and resume whatever I was doing. If it's not the last round I stay aware and just gotta catch my breath. Usually takes three for me to reach the sleepy stage but that really depends on how much I'm physically exerting myself.

Also I usually come dry, so. At least I don't really have to worry about cleanup.

47. Where on your body do you enjoy being stimulated, that is not typically used for sexual stimulation? Have you ever had an orgasm from it?

Uh... nipples? And my hair. I like my hair being petted/pulled a lot. And my arms. When I'm rooting someone and they grab my bicep? It's great. Also like people touching my beard. My girlfriend hooked me onto that—she liked my beard and used to pet it relentlessly. After sex that shit'd put me to sleep immediately.

I've never come from anything except persistent attention to my cock (see the above—it takes a good 15 minutes at least, but usually at least twenty).

[Link to ask game.]

[d-issent]

Oh yeah I ain’t touched on this before but uh.

It’s worth saying that the rebuild Smudger AU might just, become “dissent” in and of itself? The whole plot of “dissent” was a decent chunk of Sodor trying to locate Smudger and gradually coming to accept that those engines who showed any kind of dissent to the way things were run back in the day were met with cruel and unusual punishment. So the fact that Smudger’s punishment (the Generatoring™️, him losing his memories, him losing a chunk of his service life) still plagues him even when he’s rebuilt would be a direct result of him not being cooperative with the way the Mid Sodor was managed.

Same goes for any of the other unfortunate souls: Godred - supposedly cannibalised for his parts (and dw his situation is so, SO messy and I’ll explain it to y’all one day,) Bertram - former pumping engine, rebuilt yet still holds a terrible grudge, Proteus - blinded by faulty and careless manufacturing (and might also be cursed idk that’s up in the air.)

Iunno man it’s a whole thing. Henry could also absolutely be lumped in with these guys too due to the whole tunnel thing.

Dissent was really a tiny event (Smudger’s discovery) that sparked mass outrage on Sodor amongst its still patchy human population, centred around the treatment of the engines who pretty much kept the world running single-handedly back in the day when humans were scarce.

So I guess? I could just start referring to the rebuilt!smudger AU as just,,,, Dissent 🤷‍♀️

[pocket-mobster]

should be asleep but instead i'm up thinking about how one time a couple years ago my parents were having lawnwork done and i was sitting in my then-new city car hacking the console (as one does), and the landscaping guy (who i've NEVER talked to before) was like "hey i heard you got a new car" and i, sitting in my new car, was like "...yeah?" and he was like "why didn't you get a pickup truck"

now what i said was "iunno" and the conversation ended there. but nearly three years later i'm deadass googling why people buy pickup trucks cuz i can't think of a good reason to get one let alone for someone to ask why I don't have one. like idk man why WOULD i get a pickup truck? i don't haul shit, i don't tow shit, i don't plow shit, and i certainly don't drive anywhere that isn't a fuckin road. give me a couple seats and a half decent trunk and i'm good.

but more pertinently, what kind of life do you have to live where the numero uno thing on your mind when someone—ESPECIALLY someone you don't know—gets a car is "is it a pickup truck, and if not, why the fuck not"? i need to talk to that guy again and find out what his deal is cuz i can't even begin to wrap my head around this.

[stinklebug]

Omggg, I loved your Macaron/Chai fic!!! If it’s okay, could do another? I wanted kisses (💕 ) for this idea, and this would be super fluffy with Macaron and Chai having their first kiss together!!!

I love this idea because as much as Chai acts all confident, he’d be super flustered about their first kiss. Like they’d be together, and there’s this tender moment where it’s a perfect kiss moment, and Chai kinda messes it up by kissing Macaron too fast, and he’s instantly leaning away like “WOWWHATLOVELYWEATHER!” But they’re inside, so mentioning the weather doesn’t even make sense lol. His face is rapidly turning red, and it’s spreading to his ears and everything. Macaron is also flustered, but amused by the boy’s reaction. Then the man would say that that wasn’t a kiss at all! He barely felt it! After a bit of convincing, they have a proper kiss, a little longer this time, and Macaron would hold Chai close. Chai’s so red by the end of the kiss, but he’s so starry eyed from it. Then Macaron proceeds to just bombard the younger male’s face with kisses because Chai looks too cute to stop after one kiss. This makes Chai squirm and laugh, telling Macaron to stop, and of course the man’s teasing Chai, continuing to kiss him. They’re both close together and laughing by the end of it.

This can all be changed if you want, as long as you get the main part of them kissing for the first time and all the fluffy goodness.

These two are just so cute and fluffy togetherrrr!!! I’m glad you’re making some content for them, and I love what you do for the hfr fandom!

ty! and i'm always happy to write abt these two!! :]

"Hey, Mac!" Chai calls as he walks into his office. "Oh—hi, Chai! What're you doing down here?" "Just stoppin' by to see my favorite guy." Macaron chuckles. "How sweet of you!"

Walking over to his desk, Chai hops onto it. He leans forward. His legs start swinging back and forth with the beat.

"So...whatcha been up to?"

"I've been working on hiring some human programmers, alongside some updates for the PGR-0101s! And, of course, I'm still trying to get CNMN repaired. I wish I could make that my main priority, but there's so many other things to get..."

Chai watches as Macaron crosses his arms. The way his brow furrows, and the corners of his mouth turn down. But then, back up again, laugh lines becoming more pronounced, and his dimple becoming visible as he starts talking about how understanding CNMN is. His eyes crinkle a little. They almost seem to sparkle with joy. But maybe that's just the light reflecting off of his glasses.

He can't help but watch the way Macaron's mouth moves as he talks. Everything, down to the slightest twitch, is perfectly in time.

Chai's tongue darts out of his mouth to wet his own lips. His face feels a bit warm.

"...been up to. What about you?" I wanna kiss you. "Chai?" "I wanna kiss you." Macaron's eyes widen.

Chai jolts as he realizes he said that out loud the second time. He almost can't believe he did. His face gets even warmer. When a grin starts to spread across Macaron's face, the warmth spreads into his ears.

"I, uh..." "You've been wanting to kiss me lately...?"

"No! I mean—yeah—though, I wouldn't really say lately, 'cause I've sorta wanted to since way before I asked you out—"

"Oh. Really?" Macaron asks, brows raising. Chai's gaze flicks away as he tugs on his scarf. "...Yeah." "Why didn't you say anything sooner?"

As he asks, he scoots his chair closer to Chai.

"Iunno. I mean—kinda weird to just...say it, isn't it? But...um...since we're talking about it..."

He looks up at Macaron coyly. He moves to the edge of the desk. Reaching for him, Chai gently grabs the front of his jacket and tugs.

Macaron chuckles. Moving closer, he leans forward, into his space. His grin becomes a bit more sheepish as he starts to blush, too.

A single beat passes.

Chai leans in and kisses him. The music swells.

But before another full beat can even pass, he pulls away. His face and ears are almost as red as his scarf. The song diminuendos.

Macaron blinks, brow furrowed. He's still smiling and blushing, though. After a moment, he chuckles and shakes his head.

"You've been wanting to kiss me all this time, and that's it?" "I—uh—" Chai fiddles with his scarf. "...I guess?" "Where's my confident, devil-may-care rockstar?" "Wh-What are you talkin' about? I'm right here!" "You didn't even kiss me for a full second." "Well—I—" "I didn't even get the chance to kiss you."

Macaron leans even closer. He sets his hands on either side of Chai. His smile is more coy now, but there's still a genuine sheepishness to it.

The tempo quickens. Chai starts drumming his fingers against Macaron's chest. His eyes slowly wander until they meet Macaron's.

They lean in at the same time. The music swells again.

Macaron places one of his hands on Chai's back, and the other against his side. In turn, Chai's drumming fingers curl, grabbing at Macaron's jacket again.

When they both pull away, Chai's eyes are wide and sparkling. Somehow, his face and ears are even redder than before.

Macaron grins. He leans in and kisses him again, but this time on the cheek. Then the other. From there, the kisses just don't stop coming. Chai's quickly snapped out of his state of awe by it, as he snorts.

The next time Macaron goes to kiss him, Chai tilts his head to get in another one on the lips. This catches Macaron off-guard, effectively ending his onslaught of them.

As Chai pulls away, he smirks. "Just can't get enough of me, huh?" Macaron blinks, then laughs. "There he is."

[positivelybeastly]

Character Analysis: Pride

When it comes down to it, I definitely don't think I'm the only person in the world who can say what is and isn't in character for Hank to do, like, there are other people who can have perfectly valid reads of him (unless your name is Matt Fraction, Brian Michael Bendis or Ben Percy), but . . . I think if you read a good Hank story, and you think that he comes away as a proud man, I genuinely think you've misunderstood the character.

I think that he certainly can BE proud? I think there are achievements in his life that he's like, yes, that was me, I'm a goddamn genius, it was all me, that's something to be proud of. I think there are moments where he gets a little big for his britches and he needs to be reminded that he's not always the smartest man in the room, just the most intelligent. I think that there are certainly moments where he respects himself, when he's had a good day.

Hell, here's a breakdown of what proud people tend to be like - I think that Hank does fulfil some of these? But if you asked me what words I would use to describe him, I don't think that proud is one of the first I'd use?

They don’t resolve conflicts, they “win” them

Yeah, Hank can be kind of like this, especially in an intellectual or moral debate? His whole problem with Cyclops does have this air to it, but then again, Hank is the one to admit that he's starting to come around to SOME of Cyclops' new methodologies in Astonishing, AND he's the one who says that he hopes things can be mended between them. He genuinely hopes for them to come to an understanding. If you're uncharitable, maybe you can interpret that as him just wanting Scott to admit he's wrong? Idk.

They don’t apologize when appropriate

This is one of those pre vs. post Bendis things, where I can think of multiple instances off the top of my head where Hank will apologise for things (like calling Moon Knight a psychotic with a bag on his head, or for playfully misinterpreting Abigail's words in S.W.OR.D), but not after the time travel thing. Except, even then, there are panels in Extermination and Uncanny Avengers where it's clear that he feels sorry for what he's done, and recriminates himself, but it just goes nowhere because that writing so so bleh . . .

They tend to deceive themselves

Ehhhhh? What's Hank's deception to himself, that he isn't an animal? Maybe that he's more important than he actually is? That he's better than everyone else? I don't genuinely think Hank believes that of himself. If anything, I think he usually struggles with the opposite, he believes he's worse than everyone else. This is one that doesn't track to me.

They frequently recall their achievements and qualities

He does, usually as an affirmation to himself of his worth (when Nova is trying to break him with her telepathy, most notably), but I feel like this one's different just because that's an anchor for his humanity rather than a look at me I'm so incredible moment. Yeah, the two are arguably linked, but ehhh.

They have a hard time asking for help

This one is absolutely true, but I don't believe this comes from pride in Hank, I think this comes from a mentality of, everyone else is doing far worse than I am, it's my job to help them and make them better before tending to myself. I'm doing fine. Hank needs others, needs their validation, and he'll take help when it's given, so, idk.

They are unsafe

"It is often assumed that proud people are delighted to meet each other. However, many times this behavior appears precisely as a way to compensate for fears and insecurities. Those who have suffered painful experiences in the past can use self-glorification as a way to protect themselves and create invisible armor from harm." Yeah, this one tracks, I can see this one. No notes, really.

They adopt a dominant attitude

Iunno man, I've written Hank a lot, and I really don't think I'd classify him as dominant a lot of the time, not even in bed unless his partner really wants that. He can be assertive, but domineering? Maybe modern Beast, but, like, that guy's written like shit, so, idk. Hell, even with modern Beast, this isn't consistent - compare how he handles someone disagreeing with him in Greg Pak's Storm mini vs. how Bendis depicts him.

They need continued social approval

"Everyone gets enjoyment of social approval. However, for someone proud this is the most precious commodity. Pride leads them to urgently need others to approve what they say and do, since with this their image of superiority expands even more ... The problem is that many times this behavior awakens a response of rejection in others, who see in the proud person someone conceited and arrogant."

I definitely come across a lot of people who think Hank is conceited or arrogant when it comes to character analysis, and I feel like it's a misread of him. He performs a character, almost constantly, trying to be what people need or want from him, because he needs that approval to tell him that he's okay, that he's doing the right thing, that he's not an animal. I also don't think that superiority ever grows, it feels like it's only ever a battle to be fought against Hank's depression and bipolarity. Sometimes you win. Sometimes you lose. A lot of the time, honestly, you lose. Hank struggles with being happy a lot of the time.

I think that ultimately, any pride, any ego, any bluster that Hank develops, is ultimately built on feet of clay and it will crumble, because in the end, all he has to do is glance down at his arms and remember, oh yeah. I did that. That was me. Because I was certain I knew better, and I didn't. So many writers misinterpret him and think, ah, well, he had enough ego to turn himself furry and blue, clearly that's a defining character trait, and I'm just here like

no you plum that's the beginning of his story not the end his hubris was shattered that day do you not understand how someone actually psychologically reacts to things???

Characters grow out of flaws. There are more interesting things to do with Hank than go back to a flaw he had back in the 70s and re-do that storyline with more war crimes and bad science.

Then again, I started thinking about this because of a conversation with someone on Reddit, hoping it was going to be a worthwhile discussion about his character, and it turns out that person loves villain Beast, so maybe I was just hoping for too much.

[redastrayzero]

What is the Drama about the boobs robot gif? I must know

oh this escaped containment fast, okay. uhhhh. So "bionicle boobs gainaxing" gif[I'll maybe edit this later to have images and shit iunno] is circa 2015(?) from dawnofnssd's tumblr. If you're deep in the sauce of bionicle fandom, you might remember dawn. He started off making stopmotion videos on youtube and I want to say was a fairly known creator in that scene? (at the very least, that's where I first saw his stuff) Over the years dawn got progressively hornier with his mocs, using parts to build big tiddies and "futa" content(I believe there was even a like "haha isnt lesbian rape funny" element to a character or two?). I don't know how much of this was deliberate "man that's kind of hot" horniness versus provocative bullshit, but either way it was noticeably weird. So anyways, background shit out of the way, come 2018 and dawn's much more of a presence on tumblr. He's made a discord server and everything that I'm sure was probably very toxic.

that was a long adhd preamble. I don't think it actually adds anything wow I'm bad at telling a story. anyways in 2020 some random guy tried to cancel dawn for being a pedophile which I honestly dont remember if it was true or not, but most people in the bionicle community just kind of went. "yeah that makes sense actually" plus the above behavior just dropped him. these days I think he's smartly privated everything but I have no clue what he's up to