#yes she does have a different mask cause if you know what the old mask was based on you'd know why it's different

[jokerx-art]

eddsworld/ews in 2023? 'cause hs^2 came back 'cause wtf??

anyway y'all get this one thing. only on tumblr.

and it's me and Tord cause i also found the old art ppl made for me again (if you know, you know), so i was thinking of them.

[senseichaos]

Hey, same anon asking about yandere stuff. I'm so glad to hear!! Of course if you want to, may I please request yandere Vox with the reader? Like how they try to run from him? Perfectly fine with it being a female reader as I am one. And I don't mind how you write it. Do whatever you please! I love seeing others' interpretation of the characters 🖤 No rush!

YOU CAN'T RUN. HELL, YOU CAN'T HIDE EITHER.

thank you lovely anon! I love the concept of Yandere Vox! Hope this is good :) let me know your thoughts in another ask if you'd like! Lots of love!

Summary: Vox doesn't often fall in love often, no. Well that was until you came around- and you wanted a job with Valentino of all people? No. That would never fly with him. He'd make you work with him instead, like an intern or something? Hell, anything to make you stay near him. Anything to get him as close to you as possible.

Genres: Angst with a small amount of sexuality

NOT PROOF READ (yet)

Warnings/Tags: Yandere Vox, Insecurity, Reader is naive, manipulation, mind control, exploitation, creepy behavior, masking, contractual agreements, reader lacks hell experience, Vox is violent, Vox lacks empathy, angst, swearing, overall kinda depressing (LET ME KNOW IF MISSING ANY)

Pt 2

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You can't believe your eyes when you step into that tower, the pink glass adorning the outsides making your eyes shimmer. You have a job interview with Valentino today, after waiting for (probably too long) to get a job somewhere.

You see, hell worked slightly differently to earth. Where things in earth worked in a more of a 'work and make work' sort of way, Hell is more 'work, make work, and fight'

You'd managed for the past months to live in a small apartment that happened to be owned by someone who got killed in an extermination. It wasn't your plan to impersonate a sinner and squat in their home, but you have to get by somehow, right?

Well- it also wasn't your plan to be a porn star. But no where else seemed to want to take you. You're small, too weak to be taken by anyone else. People on the street told you that you were made for the screen, that your body was perfect. Some even tried to pay you copious amounts of cash just for you to suck them off. And you hate it.

At least the elevator of the building is cozy.

Vox on the other hand was having the best day of his life: or in his definition, a day where Valentino doesn't have a stupid breakdown that Vox doesn't have to solve.

He loves to watch his people as they indulge in his technology, he loves to watch everyone become obsessed with him and his media, he loves to be in control of all of these people. He'll watch every screen around him with focus, taking in their reactions as he bottle feeds them content.

Could he be with his boyfriend, Val? Yes. Does he want to? Hell no. He doesn't love Val. Plain and simple in his eyes. He has Valentino to get his business along. To make him more powerful. He'll do what he has to to be the most powerful he can be. Even if it means toying with people around him.

Val doesn't think he's capable of falling in love with anyone in this horrible underworld he inhabits. Everyone here is fucked. he is fucked. Plus, he doesn't know anyone here who he'd connect with anyway.

Or well that's what he did think until right now. There is a girl in the central elevator that looks awfully out of place, causing Vox to turn the entirety of his attention onto her. She looks like a regular old sinner, yes- but still she stands it like a sore thumb against the few people also in the central elevator. Where everyone's boring physique was her own enticing one stands. Where everyone else's two tone personalities stand her own colorful and bright one shimmer in his 2-D irises.

And then comes that odd feeling in his chest, this weird bubbling feeling of emotions that causes his eyes to tear up ever so slightly. This feeling, it's addicting. He wants to grind her up into a smoothie and drink her up, making the feeling sit there forever.

Something is wrong with him: he thinks.

With bated breath vox looked at the floor the elevator was approaching, figuring out where the girl is exactly going. There are only few reasons a sinner shows up at V tower anyway: to get a job with Valentino, or to turn yourself in if you'd wronged them. The elevator number reads '10'. She's going up to the business floor where Valentino currently is.

A sudden twist finds its way into his stomach, a horrible twist that makes his head burn with anger. Who does Val think he is? Having a girl such as her working for him. He. Couldn't let this happen, no no no no no no no. Why would he even want to exploit such a girl? She's supposed to be loves and cherished for everything she is.

The only reason she'd want to work with Val is because she has no other thing to do. He needs to offer her a job- or something to keep her from giving herself away to Valentino. Something to keep her as close to him as possible- like an intern or an assistant or anything.

Anything: Vox thinks.

Not often is Vox so reckless, not often at all. He likes to think he's decorum and well-adjusted. Likes to think he's a figure of this time. Of his time.

But right now, all he wants is this beautiful fucking girl to look at him in his eyes. Is it selfish? To want something so bad you feel like you could to horrible things to get it? Probably. But this is hell. And as an overlord of hell he can take what he wants. For once he doesn't care.

--- 666 ---

You take a step from the elevator, looking around the rather nauseating long and rounded hallway with squinted eyes. You can barely remember where you're supposed to be going anymore. You're supposed to meet Val inside one of these many, many studios. But soon enough as you start to venture through the halls on light, unsure steps you find yourself unable to read the words and numbers on each door.

Something is wrong, and you're unable to focus. There's this buzzing sound in your ears, a very faint but obvious buzzing that's causing your brain to go fuzzy. You can't feel your body anymore, it's just walking down the hallway in painful circles.

Suddenly that tether in your brain snaps with a loud crack, and your face to face with a television. You're still standing, in this long hallway, but now you're looking into the dark eyes of a TV screen. Wait- Eyes?

"Oh, Hello there sinner, are you looking for Valentino?" He asks, voice weirdly distant yet close all at the same time. His smile is large, almost devilish looking as he stares down at you.

You feel on edge, and your head still has a very faint buzzing lining itself.

"Oh, erm, Yeah.. I can't seem to recall what room-" You flinch as he hooks an arm around your neck walking you down the hallway once again with a smirk. There's a weird edge to him that you can't pin down, this whole interaction almost seems.. forced? Oh, there you go again, putting labels on things. Stop overthinking!

"Don't worry your pretty head about it! I'll take you to him," he says, unhooking his arm from your shoulder; only for him to rather sensually drag his hand across your shoulder blades until it's claws barely rest against your shoulder.

"But you know," Vox begins, swinging himself around so he stands in front of you, hands resting on either of your shoulders. You have to stop yourself from bumping into his chest. "You don't have to work for him." He says, his voice turning slightly more TV like and distant as he speaks.

"What do you mean..?" You ask, pushing his hand off of your shoulder with a painful twist of butterflies. A type of butterflies that you can't understand.

"Well, you seem like the type of gal to enjoy.." he looks you up and down, moving his hands from your shoulders as he grins. "Taking orders," you tilt your head at his words, confused. He shakes his head to himself, looking away for a moment with a slight frown before staring back, smiling brightly.

"No, I mean that you could be my assistant! You can.." He thinks for a moment, tapping the bottom of his screen as if it were his chin. He shrugs, smiling awkwardly with furrowed brows. "Bring me drinks and such! C'mon.."

He leans down to your level again, looking into your eyes. You suddenly feel that wave of disorientation go through you again, the only thing seeming to make sense to you being.. Vox.

"You don't want to be exploited by him, do you?" He says, and you feel his screen radiating heat on your skin. The buzzing becomes more loud as he goes on, all you seem to be able to hear being his words as they drip from his vile tongue. "C'mon dear, He'll break you."

"And you don't want to be broken, Right?"

He is right. You don't want to be broken by Valentino. You don't want to be exploited. But you don't have any other choice-

Until now, that is. You have an opportunity.

You should take it, right?

The headache and buzzing dissipate, taking a chunk of your psyche along with it. You feel your feet begin to give out beneath you from the exertion, lacking balance as you wobble softly. Not wanting to faceplant into the carpet, you reach out to something, anything to hold you. It just so happens to be Vox's chest, grasping onto the fabric of his coat as you begin to slip down to the floor.

"Hey, Hey, it's okay, What's got you out of sorts?" He asks, grasping you by your waist as he lifts you back to your feet. You blink, looking around for a moment with a nervous breath. Those butterflies, again. You hate them.

"I- uh.. I dunno.." You say stutter, pushing yourself away and scratching that back of your neck.

"You're feeling better?" Vox says, dipping his lids as he tilts his head rather attractively.

You nod, looking down at the ground with a nervousness inside of you.

"Good, good.." he turns away, looking at the ground and pacing for a short amount of time "good.." he says softly to himself, turning back around and clasping his hands together as he grins.

"Now how about you follow me and we can get you set up, yeah?" He says, pressing his hand against the space between your shoulder blades as he turns back to the elevator. You look up at him, and for a moment he seems to be in his own world. At least he is until you speak.

"So what's your name, Mister?" You ask, fiddling your fingers against each other nervously. He grins, lids upturning with the smile as well. He leans down again, poking a blue claw on your cheek as buzzing blurs your brain.

"It's Vox, my dear," He says, and your brain goes soft and mushy with an emotion you cannot describe. It feels as though he's making you melt.

"Keep that in your head for me, will you princess?" He asks softly, pulling his claw up the side of your face with a manic grin.

With a sudden movement he pulls away, shrugging his hands.

"Now darling, let's get back to it, shall we?"

Something is off, and part of you wants more of it.

--- 666 ---

Mister Vox's office is large in size, walls lined with screens displaying different things across the entirety of the pride ring. You wonder what Vox may do here all day, seeing the singular seat between it all that doesn't even seem that cozy.

You assume he watches, broadcasts, does meeting, and.. does what he's doing right now, perhaps?

"What do you do all day, Mister Vox?" You ask, looking wide-eyed at the television lined walls of the area. He flinches, grinning awkwardly before bringing back his confident demeanor.

"Me? Oh, you know.. this and that- I go to meetings.. I sign paperwork, I go to meetings.." He laughs to himself, shaking his hand dismissively as he sits in his seat, spreading his legs in a man spread. You turn away from the screens, looking over at Vox as he scans the monitors with narrowed eyes. You wonder if he was doing something important before he found you.

"Uh, Mister Vox, what do I do now..?" You ask, taking a small step towards him. He tilts his head towards you, smiling as he swings his chair to face you completely.

"oh, you? You can just sit there and look pretty.." Vox looks you up and down with narrowed eyes, face blank for a long moment before bringing a small smirk onto his face. He leans back in his chair, clicking his fingers as a bundle of clothing finds it's way into your hands.

"Perhaps prettier, change into that for me will you dearest?" He says, leaning his head on his fist as his voice becomes slightly more distant. You look at him, confused as you clutch the blue and red clothing to your chest.

"Okay.. Where do I change, Mister Vox?" You say, fiddling with the collar of your shirt as your body feels hot. Vox rolls his eyes playfully, pointing a clawed finger to the floor as he shifts his chair back to the screen. "Just change here my dear, no one will see you," He says, looking at you with a side glance. It's almost condescending, in a way.

"right here? But-"

"Here is fine, dear. Hell, here is more safe to change than anywhere else in this building," He laughs. You get this off feeling like you should trust him. I mean, he's one of the people owning this building anyway, right? He would be the one knowing a lot about it rather than anyone else. you should trust him.

"Okay Mister Vox."

You can't see his grin.

Every piece of clothing you peek off feels like this weird symbolism for losing yourself. Off comes your shirt: a piece is lost. Off comes your shorts: a piece of you is lost. And then more clothes come onto you, building something new. On comes a skirt: a piece of you is molded. On comes a blouse: a piece of you is molded.

And then there's this watch, a mobile one with 'Vox Tech' plastered across the side. With a shrug you put it on, struggling with getting it to tightness but ultimately managing to win the battle with the finicky strap.

"Good, good, how great you look!" He says, outstretching his hands with a grin.

You feel yourself blush, one half of you from his compliment and the other half from the fact he's looking completely in your direction. Does that mean he was watching you the whole time?

"Actually my dear, do you think you can grab me a coffee?" He asks, clicking his hands as a streak of blue energy shoots inside of the watch; this causes a mao to appear on the screen, showing where you are currently. "That map should tell you where to go, the assistant there should give you the coffee the way I like it,"

You shouldn't ask it, but you feel your bones ache too.

"How do you like it?"

He grins, tilting his head.

"Sweet with a strong flavour," He states, waving you off.

--- 666 ---

The first week as Vox's Assistant goes by smoothly, or as smoothly as it could working with an Overlord of hell. A rather odd seeming one at that.

Everything feels on edge with Vox, you feel like at any moment he could do something drastic. You've no idea what said drastic thing could be either, which makes it a whole lot more anxiety inducing. Hell, Vox is attractive. That's probably why you're on edge. That's what you keep telling yourself anyway. You're probably in love with him or something.

Vox had even given you housing as close to the building as possible, insisting he pay the rent. Not that you complain, no; less walking for you it seems. The Vox Tech watch he gave you tells you pretty much everything that you need to do. When you wake up in the morning it goes off, alerting you like an alarm, it has a to do list that blares when you're in the office, it maps out the whole space, it even acts as Vox's messaging system towards you.

You do wonder how he controls it, even in the comfort of your own home. Well, he is an overlord, right? He's capable of things even outside of your grasp. You cannot even fathom what he could do with that power.

And that's just the way Vox likes it.

Actually, you haven't seen Valentino around the building the whole week either. Even in a meeting you accompanied Vox to. You'd expect to see him more often with all the prowling in and out of the building you do.

It's as if he's vanished.

"Princess, grab me a coffee will you? Maybe even grab one for yourself while you're at it, on the house," Vox asks, swiveling on his chair to face your own, which sits just off to the side of his own with a small desk in front of it. You'd been doing some paperwork for him for the past hour, mostly reading through stuff, asking him questions, and singing them for him.

"Yeah, sure.. um, I was just wondering.." You utter softly, causing Vox to raise a brow as he leans back on his chair with a confident grin. He tilts his head in question, saying: "What's on your mind, (N/N)?"

"I haven't seen Valentino around the building, I was just wondering if something's up with him?" You ask, looking down at the ground as you begin to regret yourself even questioning. Vox laughs, flapping his hand in dismissal.

"Oh, just that? Don't worry about it! He's just.." Vox pauses for a moment, shrugging his shoulders. "Doing his own thing," He finishes, smiling rather oddly as he begins moving his chair back to face his computers. You intercept.

"His own thing..?"

Vox turns back to you, grinning widely with a manic look in his 2-D eyes. Once again, the buzzing fills your brain. And you fall to your knees against the ground with a painful 'thump'. Vox harshly grips your chin, pulling you closer to him until all you can see is that blaring red eye of his as he speaks.

"As i said,"

You feel yourself wanting to let go.

"Don't worry about it."

He lets you go of your trance, leaving you teary eyed as he smiles softly, brows furrowing in a sort of mocking empathetic way. His eyes drip with affection you find.

"Now, grab that coffee, okay?" He finishes, placing a cold kiss against your forehead before letting go of your chin, leaving yourself to gather your bearings.

It's not often you feel the want to defy someone. But as you stand from the floor, dusting off your skirt and walking to the elevator; you feel that need to be defiant. You'd figure out where Valentino is. He has to be somewhere in the building, right? You just have to find.. him..

In these hundreds and hundreds of doors. You would have to find him. And you can't take so long, otherwise Vox may suspect something.

You'd find someone to tell you where he is, you'd find him, and you'd stop worrying if Vox is going to do something drastic because he hasn't lied to you. Simple as that, simple as that. Right?

As it just so happens, as you begin walking through the studio halls you find yourself bumping into a spider individual, of whom you remember being a popular porn star.

So with an anxious breath you asked him. He explained that Valentino was in studio B-40, but he doesn't recommend finding him. And once again you go against someone's wishes. Plus, you were just going to stick your head in the door. It's nothing to worry about.

So what are you so anxious when you find yourself getting closer to the door? Why does your throat feel so tight? Why do you want to run in the other direction? Why does every step feel so heavy?

Taking another small step to the door, you wonder if you should listen to your conscious. It's supposed to do you good , right?

No, that's baby talk.

You aren't weak. You aren't letting the people in hell get you down! You are going to open the door!

You push yourhand towards the door handle and-

"Ouch! Fuck-" You yelp, an electric shock going through your body, causing you to fall backwards onto the hard floor below. Your whole body is on fire, you can't feel your tongue. You can't feel your brain.

A hum accompanies Vox's words.

"You're not going in there." He says, leaning over you as you push yourself to your knees, pressing yourself to the wall. Your head is throbbing.

"I'll beat him to a pulp if he sees you, you know?" Vox laughs, that sickening pseudo-empathetic look covering his flat features. You feel your stomach twist, this time in an awful way, it's like he's draining you of your soul. You want to disappear.

"I don't want to be aggressive," Vox begins as he grips your face harshly, causing tears to well into your eyes. "But your fucking mine, you got that?"

"And I won't let that sleazy prick get his greedy eyes anywhere near you!"

"W-what?" You whimper, pushing his hands from his face and backing away meekly. Vox laughs to himself, red dripping from his two dimensional mouth. He humors you with that gaze of his, eating alive any part of your confidence that may still linger.

"Oh, don't you get it, my dear? You sighed the paperwork," Vox leans down so his eyes can bore into your own, his gums showing in that prideful smile of his. "You belong to me now."

You choke on air, standing to your wobbly feet.

"W-what? I don't un-"

The paperwork. The paperwork you signed to get the job. You didn't read it! You idiot. You fucking idiot! You've ruined your own life. You belong to him..

To Vox.

"You- Shit-!" You turn around on your heels, almost slipping as you speed off into the hallway. You hear his voice echo in your ears.

"You can't run. Hell, you can't hide either!"

This was a mistake, this whole thing was a mistake. You want to die. You want to disappear. You want to get as far away from him as possible. You don't even take the elevator down, you run down every single flight of stairs jumping down a couple to save time.

The slip beneath your feet almost makes you topple over as you clutch onto the railing, swinging yourself onto the next flight of stairs. You have to be close to the bottom, right. Right? Yeah. This is fine.

And you were, right, surprisingly. You can almost see the entrance outside. You just have to make it out of this lobby. You just have to make it out of this huge fucking stupid ass lobby! You have to.

All of the sinner's eyes bore at you as you run at top speed to the door. You can't be here. You need to leave immediately. He can't find you If you're far away, right? Just go somewhere without a camera.. it'll be fine.. everything will be fine.

You're so close! Just a few more steps, a few more heavy, headache inducing steps.

You can make it. You just have to believe in yourself, and it'll all work out. Everything will be fine. It just has to be. Hell can't be this cruel, can it?

You're so close to the door you can smell the outside world, hear the cars as they pass, hear the charter hear the-

You choke and fall.onto the ground, a heaviness around your neck and wrists. It buzzes against your skin, making you go light headed. You can barely see it, but it's there. There are handcuffs around your wrists. And a collar around your neck. All of which glowing and buzzing with that electric blue of Vox.

He is right.

You can't run, you can't hide, you can't do anything.

He owns you, he has you. You can't do anything.

You made a mistake.

Maybe hell really is this cruel.

Keeping you forever tethered to this man.

Who knew one mistake would ruin the rest of your eternity.

Serves you right for being so naive.

"Alright now, are we done with our tantrum?" Vox asks.

"Yes mister Vox." You say.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

The year charlie stops being goth. Vaggie almost drops her cause, she looks really cute in that suit, and now she's kinda bubbly and sweet and omg

well now look what you did

Charlie: "Okay, new year, new me, same old pick up line. It's.... TRUST FALL TIIIIIME!" (yeets self) "WHEEE!!"

Vaggie: (swooping as usual) "Charlie!?"

Charlie: "Huggles!"

Vaggie: "What- you-"

Charlie: "You said my naaaaamee~"

Vaggie: "I- I almost didn't who'd climbed the clocktower this year- You, seem different?"

Charlie: "Yep! It's the suit!"

Vaggie: "That's, that's not what I-"

Charlie: "I started wearing them after last extermination!"

Vaggie: "-why-?"

Charlie: "Because I like it. Do YOU like it?"

Vaggie: "I’m, more wondering about the rest of you. You’re, smiling.”

Charlie: “I’ve smiled before!”

Vaggie: “But you’re happy smiling?”

Charlie: “Of course I am! I’m happy to see you.”

Vaggie: “….”

Charlie: (giggles) "Are you blushing under your mask?"

Vaggie: "No!"

Charlie: "Caaaaan I steal your mask for a second and check~?"

Vaggie: "No."

Charlie: "Aw. But I've MISSED you."

Vaggie: "... princess… how many times have you fallen off of the tower today."

Charlie: (twining arms around vaggie and kicking up her heels) "Only this once, don't worry."

Vaggie: "I wasn't-"

Charlie: "I only jump when I know you'll be there to catch me!"

Vaggie: "No you don't. That first year you didn't even know I existed, and you still threw yourself off the roof. Pointlessly."

Charlie: "To be fair it would've been pretty pointy if I'd landed on the spiked railing ten floors down..."

Vaggie: "And you would've gotten back up from that with only bruises, miss Morningstar, it would have made a mess and hurt a little and that's it. Pointless."

Charlie: "I know~"

Vaggie: "It’s a waste of my time AND yours.”

Charlie: “I don’t think so? You could never be a waste of my t-”

Vaggie: “It is a waste! These stupid stunts are just you publicly protesting the extermination by trying to catch the eye of someone up in heaven!"

Charlie: "And I did, didn't I?"

Vaggie: "No you didn't and you never will-"

Charlie: "I caught you."

Vaggie: "..."

Charlie: "…everything you just said? I finally realized it last year. Took a while but, it finally clicked and, it kinda changed everything for me. You know?"

Vaggie: "No." (lands on clocktower) "I should go."

Charlie: (playing with vaggie's mask) "Why'd you catch me that first year, scary lady exorcist?"

Vaggie: "That's not my name."

Charlie: "You knew who I was. The fall wouldn't kill me."

Vaggie: "Do you want me to drop you."

Charlie: "Why did you care?"

Vaggie: "I don't care- I just didn't let you fall."

Charlie: "Why?"

Vaggie: "What do you mean why? I'm an exorcist, an angel not a demon. I'm here to punish the souls of sinners, not to- not to BE like them."

Charlie: "But you haven't been punishing them for years."

Vaggie: "Yes I have. By keeping you out of the way of my sisters-"

Charlie: "I looked you up in the registers of heaven since last time. They're public records, did you know? Anyone in hell can check how many sinners an angel's killed. It's a warning I guess, and you... You're one of the best killers the exorcists have, aren't you?"

Vaggie: "How could you look me up. You don't have my name and THOSE are most certainly NOT listed in hell."

Charlie: "The "winner's streak" tally board has a mug shot of each of you on it, along with your kill count. Finding you wasn't hard. Every exorcist's mask looks a little bit different and I've doodled yours often enough."

Vaggie: "You what?"

Charlie: "ARE you one of the best exorcists?"

Vaggie: "Yes. I average five hundred per cleansing. Clearly hunting down sinful souls isn't a problem for me."

Charlie: "Right. And how many sinners do you think I save every year?"

Vaggie: "I don't know."

Charlie: "If it was enough to matter, or even just ONE, do you think I would have stopped doing it long enough to have climbed heaven's tower in the first place?"

Vaggie: "What does that matter."

Charlie: "You aren't helping anyone kill sinners when you keep an eye on me like this."

Vaggie: "I would be out there with my sisters right now if it wasn't for you."

Charlie: "But you're not."

Vaggie: "And who's fault is that?"

Charlie: "Yours."

Vaggie: "Your highness, this is stupid-"

Charlie: "You don't like killing people, do you?"

Vaggie: "Like it? No. Who could… But sinners have earned it."

Charlie: "I don't think so. I don't you did either."

Vaggie: "Don't group me with them. I'm nothing like them and not suffering down here in hell."

Charlie: "You're in hell right now though."

Vaggie: "For ONE day and only out of duty, to protect heaven. Your dashing new bowtie is tied on too tight, princess, it's constructing the blood flow to your head."

Charlie: "No other angels ever come here, only exorcists."

Vaggie: "Of course no one else comes here why would anyone-"

Charlie: "So what did you do to land yourself the job murdering souls for all eternity?"

Vaggie: ".... I chose duty."

Charlie: "That's what I thought, but." (whispering) "You've been ignoring that duty and your spear the whole time we've been talking..."

Vaggie: (sighs) "What does any of that have do to with you putting on suit and bowtie, princess?"

Charlie: "A lot." (smiling) "You like talking with me. You like me."

Vaggie: "The new suit factors in here somewhere I'm sure."

Charlie: "It makes me feel more me!"

Vaggie: "Congratulations."

Charlie: "Like it?"

Vaggie: "There is no way that one well-fitted suit made you turn this happy."

Charlie: "Ohhhh, well-fitted huh?"

Vaggie: "I can see that much. Everyone can see that much."

Charlie: "But I don’t care and aren’t asking them! Do you like what I did with my hair too? Look, I can smooth it back now all suave- Aw don't look away! You really are blushing under there!"

Vaggie: "You're infuriating."

Charlie: (laughs) "Well! That's says more about YOU and YOUR taste in women than it does about me!"

Vaggie: "My taste in w- My WHAT?"

Charlie: "I think you're very tasty too, bi the way~"

Vaggie: "I- I'm setting you down now."

Charlie: "Emphasis on the BI!"

Vaggie: "Please stop clinging to me, princess, you've always been head and shoulders taller than me, this looks ridiculous-"

Charlie: "Ridiculous? I think we're cuuuuuuuute."

Vaggie: "My lieutenant won't think so if she sees me like this!"

Charlie: "Um, uh- If by lieutenant you mean that one extra angry exorcist with the fancy officer's sword who was glaring at us a while ago-"

Vaggie: "SHE WAS WHAT!?"

Charlie: "Thennnnn I think you're about fifteen minutes of demon princess cuddling to late to worry about it!"

Vaggie: "Shit!"

Charlie: "Don't worry about it! At least we have each other." (snuggles)

Vaggie: "No." (lets go)

Charlie: (still dangling off of her) "...did I mention I've got good upper body and core strength too? I mean, I don't USE it much, but-"

Vaggie: (SIGHS) (crosses arms hugging spear) (sits down)

Charlie: "-OH I'm in your lap now that's- Wow!!!"

Vaggie: "I’m not talking with you."

Charlie: "That's okay! You're more the cool and quiet type, I can talk for both of us!"

Vaggie: "Please. Don't."

Charlie: "If you meant that then you wouldn't have kept on catching and listening to me, year after year, even when I was being all goth and emo and snarky about it!"

Vaggie: "I was not listening."

Charlie: "What's the names of my goat childhood buddies slash demon plushies slash part time bodyguards?"

Vaggie: "You mean Razzle and Dazzle..?"

Charlie: "And their fav food??"

Vaggie: "Doughnuts."

Charlie: "HEH. You call THAT not listening?"

Vaggie: "Ugh."

Charlie: "Now let's see- You have a VERY nice lap but, can we move spear a liiiittle bit? It makes it kinda hard to cuddle-"

Vaggie: "No."

Charlie: "Skill issue, gotcha. I'll figure something out!"

Vaggie: (groans) (does absolutely nothing else to stop the cuddling)

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

More headcanons about Anakin and Ahsoka being menaces to the general public

I feel like both Anakin and Ahsoka react to being sick in similar ways and by reacting in similar ways I mean they do everything in their power to ignore the fact that they’re sick 

Which is funny because they both get annoyed when the other refuses to accept that they’re sick Ahsoka will take any hint that Anakin gives her that his condition is failing and runs with it 

Man could breathe different way and she’s like “Master it sounds like you’re sick maybe you should lay down and let me take over” to which Anakin refuses 

Ahsoka’s just as bad because Anakin tries his best to take care of her without letting her know he’s onto her 

But of course she’s not stupid and can tell when he’s being more of a helicopter sibling than normal and calls him on it 

God forbid they get sick at the same time because they just spend the whole time trying to take care of each other 

And god forbid they get sick at the same time when Obi-Wan is around cause then they just turn into whiny children 

Like no seriously it’s like a switch goes off in their brains that renders them into beings incapable of fixing their blankets 

Obi-Wan obliges because what dad would stop taking care of their kid depending on the age 

Honestly my brain kinda leaned into Ahsoka’s chaotic younger sister energy with this one 

But I love the idea that she will just sneak attack Anakin and Obi-Wan 

Most of her “sneak attacks” go something like this: Anakin walking down the hall minding his business when Ahsoka drops down from the ceiling 

But before she can land on him he sidesteps and grabs her by the collar before she can hit the floor which results in Ahsoka moaning and groaning that she “Almost got him that time” and Anakin grumbles back that the only thing that “almost got her” was a black eye

He does have to admit that her random seak attacks have made her better at climbing 

Sometimes she’ll walk up behind Obi-Wan and try to cover his eyes but most of the time all she gets is his shoulders 

Most of the time it doesn’t even slow the man down he just keeps walking while asking her about her day and how classes are going 

But as she gets older she’s able to mask her presence better and manages to sneak up on the men once or twice  

Obi wan is always willing to admit defeat and congratulates her on her well earned victory 

Anakin blames it on his age and that’s the only time that Ahsoka will ever hear him admit to being “old” (he’s 30) 

It’s an ongoing joke that you shouldn’t separate Ahsoka and Anakin some say you risk a limb if you try others say you’re risking your life what most don’t mention is how you’re risking your sanity 

Because they become the most annoying motherfuckers when they’re apart 

Ahsoka acts like they’ve been separated for 10 years and will tell stories like she’s reminiscing about the good old times but most of the time the people she tells the stories to were present for the events so it goes something like this:

“Hey Rex do you remember when me and Anakin threw someone into that lake those were the days” “Yes I do remember that commander because I was that person and it was a week ago”

In his defense that’s the fifth story she told him in the past hour and he was there for all of them

Anakin’s just as bad but for a different reason because all he does is overthink

Like don’t get me wrong he keeps up the “cool guy” personality before she leaves but the second she’s gone he’ll sprinkle little questions into normal conversations like “Do you think she packed warm enough?” “Do they have enough emergency rations?”  “Did anyone make sure that ship was up to code before they left?”

He made sure she packed for every single weather possible, he packed enough rations for two weeks even tho they were supposed to be gone for two days, and he checked the ship before they left 

Sometimes Anakin or Ahsoka will just walk into each other's room and hang out they don't do much they kinda just sit down and talk 

Sometimes they have a silent but mutual understanding to leave the room and go bother Obi-Wan in his 

I love the idea that Obi-Wan and Anakin are victims of Ahsoka’s undying fascination with human hair she loves when their hair is long and encourages them to grow it out longer so she has more to work with 

She all but falls to her knees when she sees how long Padme’s hair is and she’s the creator of some of Padme’s funkier hairstyles (both Anakin and Padme make a small note to force Ahsoka to do their future kid's hair)

She’s also weirded out by facial hair so every single time Obi-Wan shaves or Anakin tries to grow a beard they’re treated like a different person entirely 

It took them a while to figure out why but once they did they lost their minds laughing (and also made silent vows not to do it again cause it freaked her out)

People often say it’s like Ahsoka and Anakin can read each other's minds without using the force 

Some people find it hard to believe but it’s pretty easy to tell when people are having conversations through their bond and when two people are having a conversation just with looks

It’s not an uncommon sight for them to shoot each other looks after someone says something a little bold and for both of them to be laughing by the end of it 

It’s just as common for them to get into little arguments and finish it in complete and total silence before one of them finally gives in with a huff 

It’s kinda freaky but they don’t seem to notice and everyone around them is too used to it to care

[aries-rp-corner]

At the entrance to Pinwheel Forest, Leafie, Ana, and Aries await for Lamont. Giving Aries enough time to admire her new getup, especially her hoodie as she felt pieces of her old mask. “I really need to thank mom for this one…” she whimpered, causing Leafie to smile warmly with a chirp and for Ana huff with agreement. Leafie meanwhile looked over to see the Forest… it looked the same yet different… like visiting a familiar home that had been arranged.

“It feels different than I remember… almost a year… I do hope everyone is okay…” Leafie spoke as she looked down with her antennas followed.

Anastasia turned over to her fellow team member, seeing the concerned expression on Leafie made Ana soft as she spoke. “Surprises can happen, good or bad. Who knows, but… I do hope they are okay… maybe your old friends are still there and might be waiting for you… do you have a little promise that you and them remember?” 

Leafie thought for awhile until a memory popped up. “Oh! There is a secret path that we all know. It’s also the home of the grass guardian herself, Virizion. We promised when we reach our final stages, we will become future Guards for Virizion… I honestly hope they’ll remember me…”

Leafie looked saddened with doubt in her mind, until feeling a paw on her head as she looked over to Ana. “If push comes to shove, I’ll do my best to recreate your memory through my illusions… for now, let’s hope they remember a promise.” Anastasia smiled warmly to Leafie, getting Aries’s attention as she smiled warmly.

“I should of asked N to be here… I may not know what they are saying, but I feel comfort already.” Aries’s smile big, that quickly faded as she heard a familiar voice. Turning over to see Lamont and Rui approaching her. “I assume Wes and Michael are gonna make sure the ship is gonna be safe?”

“Yes, just in case Cipher does a secret attack. We even ask a few people if they want in.” Rui spoke softly, as Lola her Sylveon walked next to her and used her ribbons to hold her hand.

“Some may show up, but I thank you for getting me out for air… I’m still worried to see him again…” Lamont roughly spoke, looking a bit tired, but is standing strong to keep going. “I told them we’ll get a head start and we’ll be near the shore…” Lamont looked over to Leafie who in return looked at him with a soft smile. “There is… something I wish to show Leafie… it’s not only her old home…” He walked over to the forest, soon followed by the group…

[skylarsblue]

✦Random C.o.D Headcanons✦

(Random Headcanons that I have no where else to put. Also because I can't properly wrITE WORTH SHIT, UGH)

✧Price can swing dance. And very well, mind you. ✧Johnny’s dad gripes at him for not drinking whiskey. “Bout the only Scotsman who won’t drink scotch! ‘hat’s like an Irish man not drinking Guinness!” He’ll say. But Johnny handles liquor really well. He could down three tequila sunrises without a single waver. ✧Gaz used to do ballet as a kid, gymnastics in secondary school. He’s less flexible now because he doesn’t stretch like he used to, but he could probably still manage the splits. ✧PRICE LIKES OLD WESTERNS AND COUNTRY MUSIC. TRY TO TELL ME OTHERWISE, I DARE YE- ✧Ghost’s autistic hyperfixations consist of; Birds, the chemical affects of drugs(of any kind) on the body, the process of decomposition, bones/skeletons, and how different cultures view Death. (Ex; Grin Reaper, Cu Sith, Thanatos, etc.)

✧Gaz is the one that has the most vast music taste, but admittedly he’s got a bit of a favorite spot for what I call “ass shaking music”. Things like Doja Cat to T-Pain, ya know?

✧Johnny whole heartedly believes in ghosts, and while he likes horror, he’s most scared by paranormal ones.

✧Ghost’s go to snack is apples. He is so obsessed with apples he can differentiate each kind with one bite.

✧Price hates being called Johnathan, the only one allowed to call him that is Laswell. And she only uses it to scold him. Like a mom. ✧Alejandro owns a cowboy hat. He bought Rudy a matching one, but he assumes Rodolfo got rid of it since he never wears it. It’s not true. Rudy is just really worried he’ll ruin it, so he keeps it pristine in his closet. He’ll even ensure it doesn’t collect dust. ✧König has a fear of horses. He had a Celtic mythology phase, read a spooky story with a Kelpie in it, and now they scare him. ✧Horangi used to have a gold tooth, and at one point his gambling debt got so high, he pulled it out and sold it. Also Horangi has bad teeth, lots of fillings & cavities. ✧Diabetes runs in Gaz’ family, so he constantly watches his sugar intake. But it’s really hard because he loves sweets. ✧09 Ghost is a trans man. This isn’t a Headcanon, it’s just true.

✧Johnny has oddly soft hands. He doesn’t do anything to them, and objectively, he should have tons of callouses. And yet? Nah, super smooth.

✧Gaz runs warm and prefers warm weather, Price runs warm and prefers cold, Johnny runs cold and prefers warm weather, Ghost runs cold and prefers cold weather. ✧Ghost hates being spooned cause he’s usually bigger, and the feeling of a body against his back, even if warm and alive? Reminds him too much of the feeling of a deadman pressing on his spine. He’d prefer to be the big spoon if he has to cuddle like that.

✧Rudy owns playboys & playgirl magazines. He just hides them SUPER well, because he’s kinda ashamed. He thinks people owning porn is fine, but his mother visits often and she’s a bit of a snoop. ✧Piggy backing off the last one, that’s also why Rudy is so sneaky. He wasn’t necessarily a super bad kid, and his parents weren’t necessarily unbearable. But he often got roped into trouble by others, and his parents were a bit strict, so he got good at sneaking. ✧Valeria & Alejandro are exes, and while there are many reasons they broke up? One was Valeria realizing she’s hella sapphic.

✧Valeria has a collection of naked women paintings. Like, super expensive ones? No one questions her because she’s a cartel queen, they think she just likes art. And she does. But she also is hella biased towards pretty painted ladies.

✧Gaz definitely has at least one crazy ex. Like “I’ll stalk your number, call your mom, and make a scene in public even if we broke up three years ago” crazy. ✧König was a pot smoking metalhead in high school, I will not elaborate. ✧Ghost tends to be clean shaven because the sensory feeling of stubble is uncomfortable, especially under his mask. But he likes facial hair on other people. ✧Farah is on the aroace spectrum. She’s not completely closed off to romance or sex, but like…it’s very very rare for her to experience those kinds of attractions. (Personally I think Alex is her exception, but I’m biased) ✧SPEAKING OF ALEX, man owns a cane. He decorates it, he also decorates his leg. With stickers. Some of them are kiddy/girly cause his niece gave him them. Do not question the Pinkie Pie on his prosthetic, reminds him of what he needs to come home for.

✧Nik & Price definitely have sucked each other’s dicks at least once. Look, besties bestie however they please. Also, c’mon. They’re military men.

✧Johnny somehow manages to miss something someone is telling him when they’re right by his ear. Yet! He’ll catch a random comment from across the room.

✧Also. Johnny is afraid of dogs. But he also likes dogs. It’s a very hard thing to deal with when he wants to pet what gives him heart palpitations.

✧König doesn’t talk to his mother at all. He occasionally talks to his father, but not much. But his grandma?? Every day. He will won’t miss a single day of contact.

✧Gaz writes poems or short stories sometimes as a coping mechanism. But he hides it cause he's embarassed. ✧Johnny had a full out punk phase in high school. He had spikes on a denim jacket, he had an anarchy pin on his rucksack. Full out. And though he didn't get caught, he probably did some teenage delinquent shit like graffiti. Thankfully, the more destructive stuff is more out of his system...mostly anyway. ✧Price didn't have a full hippie phase when he was younger, but he did have friends in that circle, so he picked up one or two things. ✧Ghost didn't have any aesthetic specifically growing up, but he thought Trad Goths were super cool to look at and he definitely got a lil inspiration from them in his everyday life. ✧Gaz also didn't have a particular aesthetic he fell into, but for some reason he was picked up by a group of scene kids in middle school. If you go through his oldest music playlist, EDM is in there a suspicious amount. ✧König is allergic to bees, so, anytime they're around he'll freak the fuck out and sprint away. If it weren't for the fact he had a reason to fear them, it'd look really silly. ✧Soap has ADHD, Ghost is autistic, Laswell has OCD, Rudy has AuDHD, and König is autistic.

[melishade]

Does 49 work for the ask game?

This ask game

asked so far.

It does! Let's do Optimus bonding with Eren and Mikasa in the TFP Optimus in episode 1 timeline.

"You're really tall," Eren remarked, causing the Prime to stop stretching his arms in his bipedal mode. He looked down to see Eren looking up at him, with Mikasa right behind him. Eren looked rather emboldened, while Mikasa pulled at his arm to silently beg him to stop bothering him.

"I am." Optimus wasn't going to deny that.

"Are you tall for people like you?" Eren asked.

"I am quite tall compared to my old comrades," Optimus answered.

"Is there anyone taller than you?" Eren asked.

"Yes," Optimus answered.

"How did you get so tall?" Eren asked.

"You are asking quite a lot of questions, Eren," Optimus remarked as he kneeled down. The action caused both children to flinch, but they still remained in their spots. They did not run away. Having his mask on at all times did help ease the tension between him and the humans, "Why is that?"

Eren took a deep breath, mustering up all of his courage to speak. "...Can you carry me?"

"Eren!" Mikasa exclaimed while Optimus blinked in surprise.

"You wish for me to carry you?" Optimus asked him.

"Yes!" Eren answered confidently, "I want to know what it's like to be tall like you! You must see everything from your height, right?!"

"Well, not everything," Optimus insisted.

"Please?! Can you carry me?!" Eren begged.

"I do not know how your mother would feel about this," Optimus reminded, "She cares about your safety."

"She doesn't need to know! I'll be careful, and it'll only be for a moment! Please!" Eren continued begging.

"I..." Optimus wasn't sure if he should. Carla didn't want her children to be in danger, and doing this might go against her wishes, despite the fact that he has proven to be careful. He didn't want to frighten her or enable Eren. But he also didn't want to deny Eren's curiosity, and both children have been staying at the Survey Corps' military base for their protection. They must be bored out of their minds being surrounded by nothing but adults.

Optimus, despite his better judgement, lowered his servo towards Eren and Mikasa. "I will carry the both of you for a moment before setting you down, and you are not to tell anyone about it."

Eren was excited, awkwardly climbing into the Prime's servo. Eren reached his hand out towards Mikasa, and she hesitantly took it. She climbed into Optimus' servo and held onto Eren tightly. Optimus then slowly stood up and raised his servo high into the air, just so the two children could get a good look at their surroundings from a different angle. Both children had shut their eyes and felt a little sick from the momentum.

"You can open your eyes now," Optimus informed them.

Eren was the first to open his eyes, and when he did, he gasped in awe at the sight of the sunset over the trees. He could see the birds flying overhead and rather close to him and Mikasa. The clouds reflected the sunlight in a way that was so colorful and mesmerizing.

"Mikasa, open your eyes!" Eren pleaded with her. Mikasa slowly opened them, and Eren could see the excitement in her eyes at the sight of the sun setting. After a few more seconds, Eren and Mikasa felt their stomachs drop as Optimus slowly lowered them back down to the ground.

"That was amazing!" Eren cheered as he and Mikasa jumped off of Optimus' servo, "Thank you, Optimus!"

Optimus couldn't help but smile behind the mask. "You are welcome."

(59 has been asked! For what's left, we have: 42, 48, 51, 52, 55, 57, 62-69, 74, 76, 84, and 85)

[piltover-sharpshooter]

The Tapestry on your Skin. (Drabble)

Two figures were resting on Caitlyn's giant queen sized bed, one the eponymous heir to the Kiramman fortune herself, and the other her trusty partner, born fighter and long time survivor, Vi. This was, however, no moment of raw passion and roughness, that moment had just passed, and now they were simply caressing each others naked bodies and enjoying their respective company. It was only when Vi started to touch one of her many scars (Her old kickback wound on the shoulder) that Caitlyn sought to ruin the moment by speaking up.

"You don't have to force yourself to do that, you know?" It was a simple statement, but came baggaged with a lot of things behind it, and she was surprised to find she had spoken without meaning to. Something that came from the chest.

Her partner would stop for a second before raising an eyebrow. "...What do you mean? You can't tell me you don't like scars, you just spent the last hour getting your hands all over mine" And it was true. Caitlyn herself loved scars, adored them even, she found them extremely appealing, and on more personal moments with her partners she'd target them for kisses and caresses. So yes, Caitlyn Loved scars....on other people. On herself? She had to admit to finding them horrid.

It was one of the many things that had been instilled into her from a young age, the concept of a 'proper lady' and how one should take care of her own body. 'A lady's body should be like a smooth marble statue'. Pristine, perfect, not a blemish on sight, and while she understood on a logical level that it was rubbish, a part of her would always keep it in mind. She'd remember how other nobles acted when a lady got into an accident and had to wear a mask to cover her face, how a simple nick in the wrist would be treated as losing the hand itself, and her parents, bless their souls, despite doing their best to convince her they didn't care, had reacted badly to her own scar. Caitlyn could still remember their shocked faces.

Her tattoos would escape judgement as it was something she willingly did to herself, as and established, on others such marks were cause for appreciation. But on her? Her mind would always rebel against scars. "It is different, your scars are beautiful, mine are not"

"...Have you seen me, Cupcake? I look like a chopping block compared to you." Her answer was instant and accompanied by giving her scars little kisses, brushing her fingers along them gently, ensuring each one gets the same amount of attention. It was that simplicity and honesty about the pugilist that she adored, simple like a sword is simple she thought, it does it job, and it does it job well. Much like Vi. Others might give long winded explanations or corrections, but she just went from A to B.

For her part, Cait just blushes and let's her scars be pampered. "I'm not saying that I'm right...it's just that...I don't know, your scars seem like proof of how sturdy you are, of your will and strenght and willingness to survive and sometimes I look at mine and feel...ugly."

She is leaning against the touch and kisses, moving to caress the fighter's own scars herself, paricularly the one across her face, with her own thumb. "Your's feel like tapestry on your skin, endless stories and deeds and mine feel...mine feel like they are there to ruin said tapestry."

"Ugly is the farthest thing from my mind when I look at you." Vi muses, letting her fingers dance across her skin, caressing and kissing each scar she comes across.. climbing her body to do so. "Your scars tell stories. Mine are just.. all the same. Just some trencher trash getting beat by someone who thinks they're better. You can't call this a tapestry, this is a bloody rug." She never talked much about her scars from Stillwater-- though they where the ones to primary tatter her back like blood on white linen, and the sniper herself would never pry about it, if she ever wanted to tell her, then Cait would be there to listen, not a moment before. "I like yours much better, personally. Make you look real hot too." Adding a goofy little smirk as a flirt.

Perhaps that was the case for a lot of people, Caitlyn realized, perhaps wounds and scars looked appealing to others because they just tell the end of a story, rather than the horrible things one had to go through, hence why the one with said scars wouldn't appreciate them as much. Still, much like how Vi refused to let her think her scars were awful, Caitlyn was commited to make her appreciate the ones she had as well.

"Well...how about we compromise and say that we believe the other is right and that both our scars are beautiful?" Putting one arm around the woman's body, she'd lean forward to gently press her forehead against the fighter's own, managing to finally cause her to blush as well. That was the trick with her, always so direct, but if you are just as direct she stumbles, as she did now letting her mouth hang for a few seconds as she stared at Caitlyn's eyes, before softening her expression and smiling.

"...I think that sounds like a pretty sweet deal Cupcake..." And Vi, always to the point, kissed her, letting silence fall as their caresses remained. Both realized that logic was a compromise, one that wouldn't really solve the issues both had internalized....

But perhaps, each other's appreciation is enough.

(Drabble inspired by @risingshine's amazing art of Caitlyn's scars and tatoos, and a conversation I had with @undercity-merc )

[azol-otl]

trick 🛹 or treat 🍬

This has a load of headcanon's that have about as much basis in canon as most fanon and is yet, not very fanon at all cause it's just normal teenager things. Hope you enjoy!

"So how old does everyone think they are?" says the familiar, yet foreign voice of Dick as its normal steadiness is broken by a crack that has everyone cringe at the intensity of. It's times like this that really highlight the age difference between all of them against Dick. Even Jason, the one here who's arguably known Dick the longest (not that the handful of times he saw Dick at ages thirteen and fourteen amount to much), only knew about "Pizza Face Grayson" after Barbie had shown him blackmail pictures after Dick lied to Jason about never having mask acne. It's actually a little...gross how much concealer Dick has slathered on his face. Not that it does much. Jason knows the hassle of acne showing up in your later teens, but even his worst is nothing compared to the miscolored bumpy texture Dick has that's only dripping off from all the sweat. Like he hasn't found the right way to hide them that he had once Jason was brought into the fold years later. Alongside Dick's little mustache, less pronounced than Damian's but more than enough to be seen in photos, it's a pretty validating to have everyone witness the truth that Dick has spent the last twelve years erasing, like his time between ages 12-20 were perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect face instead of the truth has been for nothing because Jason can see Stephanie and Damian sneaking photos when Dick isn't looking. "I'm definitely twelve, I can recognize these disaster bangs anywhere," Stephanie pipes up, flicking her uneven, jagged yet boxy bangs. Like she had cut them herself with dry hair, kitchen shears, and a bowl. Jason takes in himself. Being shorter than everyone present means nothing considering he didn't even hit five feet until shortly before he died. The braces in his mouth signify he's been taken in by Bruce so that leaves anywhere between late twelve and mid fourteen. But the rubber-bands mean that he's more likely early to mid thirteen. "Twelve," he bites out instead. Jason has zero clue if he's early thirteen Jason who has a lisp from hell, or mid late thirteen Jason who can speak like an actual person and not the stereotypical nerd. Either way he isn't taking any chances at them learning about 'Jathon Thodd', it was bad enough about them finding out about 'Todd the twink'. And if Jason and Stephanie are around the same age, that means... "Right before my twelfth birthday," comes the terse reply from Tim. Right, nobody had known Tim at that age, so nobody had known he had used to be so...rotund. Taller than Jason but shorter than Stephanie. His hair was cut spiky, like he was trying to mimic some anime character which pronounced his full cheeks and second chin. He's been crossing his arms the entire time, which has only emphasized how big and soft his chest, arms, and torso are. "That's pretty specific Drake," drawls Damian, the only one who has stayed the same age, "was it right before your parents sent you to fat camp?" Oof, low blow from Damian but expected. What wasn't expected was Tim's bitten off, "Yes."

[weirdo-autumn]

It's time to make a long ahh post on my OC just because

(This is going to be extremely long so be prepared-)

Nao Nishi (尚 二死), pronouns are she/they

they had a bit of a difference appearance, somewhat longer hair and an eye patch

They were more quiet, collected. While she still is, it was much more back then

They don't really care about what anyone says anymore- it's always the same insults repeated over and over again and she just got tired of it all

They love their parents dearly, along with present friends

Lonely as heck but hey, they didn't mind

...okay she did but just a LITTLEEE bit

They were the quiet kid in class, just doing she own thing

But if someone, such as a teacher, would talk to them- she would play a cheerful persona who acted like nothing was wrong

They have *such* a high love for samurai and warriors and japanese history and urban legends and all that- that's why they have her katana- that they got from their parents, hand-made

Also love scary stories

One time she wrote their own for a class assignment and they got an A

The best mark they ever got in her life, usually it's average

They also enjoy things like simply sitting around and listening to the sounds of wherever she is, like in a park, listening silently to the winds and possibly other people around doing whatever

They didn't enjoy talking with people much, because. yeah.

But now, they could talk all day but get embarrassed about it because god did she really talk this much

They have a love/hate for coffee

Things they really hate aren't much but- wasps, loud sounds/noises, getting sick, causing attention on herself, lying about anything to family/friends you know nothing special especially when they're forced to in a situation anyway-

Just two years ago, they lived in Japan with their parents- Liam and Nirako (韮高) ((designs in work)).

Back then, with somewhat longer hair, Nao never had their mask but an eye patch to cover her blind eye that they were born with, and because of that, it caused the people around her to be judged, mocked, and looked down upon.

Some of this madness was spread to their family but everyone's eyes were on and only on Nao.

Which was the absolute worst. But, they somehow managed to keep herself together- those were just complete strangers that didn't know a THING about them or her family, sure it hurt but those words meant practically nothing.

In school it was practically the same, whispers going around, laughter, mockery, same old same old. It was boring. And annoying.

But when someone with the name of Uso Akane (嘘 茜) came by,

" say... wanna become friends ? " he displayed a grin on his energetic face.

That smile.

That darn smile.

It made them sick.

Was it some joke? Some sick prank?

This entire time they've dealt with being alone but suddenly this guy shows up like nothing such a happy figure, does he really think she would fall for this?

" i don't think you're a bad person- " cut the crap, they aren't that stupid.

Everyone has talked about her.

Everyone thinks they're disgusting. A creepy little freak.

Why would anyone want to be friends with someone like that?

" everyone thinks and speaks on what they believe, but I believe you're actually kinda cool. This world judges people too much just for something simple as your eye. " he said, moving his hands in various ways to express more.

...

" you don't deserve that treatment, not one bit of it. "

" so, i'll ask again... " then, he stuck out his hand.

" can we be friends ? "

...

Why did he seem so desperate for a 'yes'?

That's what ticked Nao off the most.

They didn't know anymore if it was all a joke, a prank, or... nothing.

But... it could be...

" ...... fine. "

They wish she said 'no'.

They wanted to slap, hit, punch herself but. They chose this path.

She was just sick of being alone.

That friendship was all a lie yet thet stayed in that spot for so long.

His name is clearly a clue but NOPE. Apparently not.

Nao slid down to the ground, hugging their knees as they couldn't do anything but sit there as they overheard the familiar and other voices inside the classroom.

Go on and on and on and on about their disgusting, annoying, worthless, inhumane presence. A waste a space.

The complete usual for her, really.

It was gonna happen anyway.

And every single person was going to get a piece of their mind.

....... *click*

A year later, everything was back to normal.

Sort of.

Now, their hair is cut short.

Still the same old whispering and talking and mocking but it was less this time around.

Probably because of an 'incidence' that happened just a year back.

No idea what I'm talking about well-

Uso got outed.

By the half-sighted child herself.

Basically, Nao had hid as well as they could and with a tape recorder she bought, recorded every single time they were talked behind her back.

Ended up getting a recording of Uso hitting them across her face and that moment made everything so much better for them once everything came out.

She had kept it all inside.

So many emotions locked in.

They didn't even tell her parents, as too not worry the two more. They... had their own things to deal with after all.

Nao thought it was weird that not a single person found out but, maybe their fake little persona works in ways that even she doesn't know.

A happy, cheerful, just as energetic kid, as every other child.

But she hated it.

Their parents too.

It wasn't them but a mere, hollow, fake as plastic doll.

That no one but their parents truly loved.

Well, at least their dad did.

Nao never once wanted to act like that thing around their dad.

Her parents ended up divorcing, now it's just them and dad.

It was upsetting, but things like this happen- it's life.

Arguments are a part of that life too.

But doing to either of them would make them hate herself more.

But aside from all the baggage, this time around, they've been a bit more confident about herself, like, they simply don't care anymore.

She took off their eye patch ever since school ended, ever since she got up on that stage and gave it their all to the graduating students of their student- that was something for everyone to remember, especially by all the clapping and loud cheering by some people that made an impact on their school life it- it was something.

Those people will certainly never be forgotten, those two students and their teacher.

Nao didn't know whether to call them friends or simply acquaintances but they did mean a lot anyway.

Asahi Sakura had been there from the start- practically glued onto them, while it was annoying, she was genuine the entire time, even though she had to lie between her teeth with the others.

" gosh you're SO COOL!!! " she would squeal in utter amazement.

Then there was Hajimi Matsuno, the one who was the first to find out about what Nao was doing and how they really were.

" you're... something, all right... " he muttered as a nervous, breathless chuckle came out.

Their teacher, Osuka Akane, a kind-hearted women who treated Nao like any other person- with her warm smile and words.

" i may not know what you feel like, but you have every right to feel this anger inside. " she spoke softly, grasping the now broken racket from their hands.

It was the best Nao ever felt in their life, and it was even better to see and hear their dad to be so proud and happier himself.

So things were going well, even better as Nao didn't give a care in the world and acted more cheerful and upbeat- no longer faking it.

And soon, they both would be moving across the country- somewhere where they could move on and live a good future, with new people in their lives- make friends maybe even meet old ones

And certainly, Nao made those few friends.

...And a crush too. But I bet you know that bit already.

[burritowitch]

okay- so- Justice League Twitch streamer au anyone???

So maybe the league itself is just a group of streamers who've been all doing their own thing but they all meet online and do streams together a lot. they'll play a lot of multiplayer together, ya'know? but what about what each of them does individually?

Bruce- man still wears the cowl. its just rubber but that man wears it like his life depends on it, and he makes all of his kids wear masks in front of the camera too. he's just this gruff muscular dude with a low voice but he's just like playing celeste and star dew valley and shit. alfred will pop up on his streams from time to time to bring him food, all the viewers love him. Dream levels of popularity, but he's just a good guy and he donates a lot of the streamer income cause he's already rich. all his kids also have channels, i'll probably expand on those in a later post.

Clark: you know he's being the hero in every game he plays. he chooses the nicest option possible, he can't bare to break the npc's hearts. plays a lot of strange games that no one is quite sure how he finds, but he'll also play minecraft with his sons. lois is also a staple, regularly popping in to say hi to the stream and will occasionally take the controller or whatever and absolutely decimate the game, when he's struggling he calls her and she figures it out almost immediately

Diana: assassins creed, cod, apex, she's playing those games. everytime people see her in person they're shocked to discover that she is 6'8" and absolutely towers over everyone else at cons. she'll occasionally go on rants about history and different greek myths during eight hour streams and no one can quite figure out how old she is. especially when she talks about world war one as if she was there.

barry: racing games, just any racing game. he definitely plays sonic. he talks really fast and half the time no one knows what he's saying, and if the signals bad enough you can't see his fingers, they're moving too fast. lots of rambling rants, he's an adhd icon in the streamer community. everyone loves iris, they just love her. same with wally, half his viewers just migrated to wally's streams when he started.

Oliver: he seems like the kinda guy to enjoy stuff like elden ring, god of war, skyrim, shit like that. he also occasionally brings a real bow on camera and from time to time his streams will be interuppted by him picking up the webcam and going outside to do some archery as a weird form of rage quitting. he and dinah are a streaming couple, she has her own channel tho i'll discuss more later

Hal: a halo dude for sure, that and doom. unlike the others, he's a part of a company. he streams with the other lanterns a lot by contractual obligation so those streams are pretty weird, like hal is playing halo while Kyle is drawing and jessica is playing super mario brothers and guy is playing the sims 2, no ones really sure whats happening.

Arthur: yknow all those raft games where you're lost at sea? those. all of them. hes got a hot tub set up in his gaming room so he'll be streaming from there a lot and theres the occasional beach and surfing streams where he just goes off talking about sharks and dolphins for twelve hours and it seems like he knows more than hes letting on anytime the topic of the lost city of atlantis comes up. (which is weirdly common for him)

Billy: he's a vtuber. everyone is sure he's an adult, but he's actually a kid streaming from his and freddy's shared computer at the vasquez's. he opens all his streams by yelling shazam, something that all of his siblings have taken to doing as well. definitely a zelda guy. actually, anything nintendo. he got a switch for his 12th birthday and he loves that thing so much. animal crossing, splatoon, mario cart, smash bros with his siblings. everyone is certain he's an adult until he shows up to a con panel with the league and he's backstage and people are like 'where'd this kid come from?' and he's like. 'oh yeah im here for the panel lol btw batman says we're on in five.'

Dinah: she's playing gta and cod along with the last of us and silent hill, but sometimes she'll just stream coming up with a new song and half her viewers don't even watch gamers or anything, theyre just fans of her music so they come to support her. she has a lot of simps, like a lot. nothing will get rid of them. like i said in oliver's section, they stream together a lot. but, they never stream in the same room. their gaming rooms are on opposite sides of the house, the only time they run into each other while streaming is during snack runs.

[michaels-office-hours]

I’m just gonna ramble about the AU with Two Face’s niece Carla now. Cause why not. Also it’s now named Two Scar.

Carla is the one that brought Two Face back into his family.

He was standing outside all moody in the cold on Christmas, like he usually did after his accident.

(Regretting the fact he sacrificed the family he had for his career.)

And then he dove into a bush when the little dark haired girl who had been laughing and running around at the party, was staring out the window back at him.

She told her mom she wanted to go outside and see Santa. Her mom, thinking she was just being silly. For SOME REASON agreed to let her daughter bring cookies to”Santa” alone in the cold.

(Her dad was getting drunk with da boys and her mom needed to keep an eye on him so he didn’t cause a ruckus in front of children… aka she doesn’t have the best family but hey not the worst!… unless.)

Carla instantly found a shivering Two Face in the bush, and offered him the cookies. Which he kinda complained about until… warm.

She talked with him while he ate, and he told her he was the Toy Man not Santa. He also was doing his best to keep the bad side turned away from her, since he didn’t want to scare her.

(She had seen it already. Wasn’t phased in the slightest.)

He asks her name and how old she is, she’s really proud of being 6. He’s really sad he missed her entire life before now.

He tells Carla to go back inside, because the cold is bad for growing girls. She asks if he wants to come inside. Two Face thinks about it? But then gets scared and tells her he’s busy and has to get going.

Before she goes in, he hands her a doll. And she brings it in with her. Much to her mother’s terror.

Two Face does his best to not show how he’s not the most mentally stable when he’s around Carla

Both Harvey, and Big Harv love Carla. She’s actually the reason he stops committing crime…. Mostly.

But what started as a joke by Harv to mess with Harvey? Turned into “don’t traumatize the kid”.

They both front near her! And get time to hang out and play. But they do their best to… not really show that happening.

So until the time Carla finally got up the courage to ask, in her 20s? She had assumed she only knew Harvey.

Which shocked her when the side she asked was Harv at the moment.

He found it hilarious.

(I know that’s not the healthiest thing to do? I also know some people will get mad. I’m kinda basing how I react to certain people in my life tho. Sometimes you mask because saftey? Others because that’s just not a close enough relationship to know, or you don’t want to be seen as… different. Kinda sucks? But I think Two Face does that as a natural reflex. Yes this is all headcanon. I’m just playing him how I think he would react. Pls do you own at your own leasure)

Carla takes after her Uncle in ways that honestly terrify him

Carla liked playing court with her ex-lawyer uncle so much? She decided to become one. He… wasn’t thrilled. Mostly just terrified for her, since that’s what got him hurt.

She’s kinda chased in the office and around, most people think she’s really cute. Two Face has threatened to kill for that, she nearly lets him.

(More of a… after work call than a wanna date? Call…. If you catch my drift.)

Jason Todd ends up getting a school boy crush on her, which… she’s older than him. He outgrows it. But uhm… that’s a tie in that makes Batman more uncomfortable than Two Face.

She gets a scar on her right side in a gang attack on her and Jason, run by the Joker. Jason dies in that attack. She loses most sight in her right eye. And has a nasty scar on her cheek.

She has a temper after her accident. Mostly being the fact she stopped taking shit and instead started dealing it when people went for her, or those she loved. That paired with her change in dressing style TERRIFIED Two Face, thinking she would go on to gang life.

(Carla stays a lawyer. She just defends herself. Actually learned some of that from Batman. Who stand on the sidelines nodding and thumbs up ping as she beats people down.)

That’s long enough. Lol. Enjoy!

(This au belongs to both myself, and @sealmonger )

[mermaidsirennikita]

Just finished “How to Tame A Wild Rogue” by Julie Anne Long and love, love, LOVED it!! Daphne was such a good heroine - her character arc! And Lorcan - charm itself. I found him such a sexy romantic hero: the looks (scar, earring, slightly longer hair, huge and muscular), the saving a small child, being there for Daphne while also calling her out on things (including when he’s like “oh you LIKE me, you’re down for me” - love that awareness for him)… It was also a really nice pick-me-up because, ngl, been feeling a bit like Daphne at the start of the book lately (life passing you by, etc.). So thanks for that rec! If you have any other recs with a similar vibe/relationship dynamic between the leads would love to get those.

I'm so glad you loved it! I definitely relate to Daphne as well, and it's such a fun book, you know? The hero is charming, the setting is great, I love the way everyone ends up pushed together...

For that "woman who feels like she's missing out on life and then BOOM! A random comes along to upend her world" vibe, I'd recommend:

Suddenly You by Lisa Kleypas--Heroine is old (gasp, pushing 30 lmao) and a virgin who feels like she's just sort of languishing... though she is a successful author lol... So she hires a sex worker to take her virginity. But the guy who shows up at her door is actually the super hot, charismatic publisher dude who wants her next book. She thinks he's the sex worker, and he naturally goes along with it. An affair ensues. Definitely a "shock me to life" book, and has a GHOST of anal fingering, shockingly. TW: miscarriage.

Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake by Sarah MacLean--THEEE example of this vibe, of course. Heroine is in her late twenties and has accepted spinsterhood. But before she chills out forever, she asks a local rake who she's always had a thing for to help her cross off nine things she wants to do--nine rules she wants to break, gasp. It's super adventurous and hot, and has some of my favorite fat rep ever (Callie thinks her body suuuuucks; Ralston thinks Callie's tits are like, sent from the gods lmao). Very luxurious-feeling, if that makes sense?

MacLean does a good job with this trope in general--Wicked and the Wallflower (wallflower heroine/criminal underworld hero named DEVIL) also comes to mind, as does Brazen and the Beast (heroine sets out to fuck shit up before settling into running a company, unmarried, and falls for another criminal underworld man who might value her knot-tying skills quiiiite a bit). It's a bit of a different vibe, but if you haven't read Heartbreaker, you might also get a similar sense there; the heroine is a thief, but she mostly relies on the fact that nobody ever seems to notice her. Cue stern brunch daddy duke who's like "bitch I see nothing BUT you".

The Bride Goes Rogue by Joanna Shupe--A variation on this. The heroine is a proper young lady who's been engaged to the same man since childhood (thanks to their dads) and has sort of put aside running wild because she knows she's going to be that guy's wife. Then that guy is like "ummmm I have never had any intention of honoring the marriage contract" and she goes "WHAT" and decides to do life up big. Part of that involves going to a masked sex party (a real thing in Gilded Age NYC) and hooking up with this stranger... who is actually, of course, the guy who basically just dumped her.

The Sea King by C.L. Wilson--A STRETCH YES, BUT. I felt Seen lol. It's a fantasy romance, and the heroine is the middle, "proper and sweet" sister in this group of magical princesses. She's actually super powerful, but her powers are connected to emotional outbursts, so she's learned to hide them and be very subdued and even avoid attention that might cause an outburst (ie, male attention). The hero is a prince from a matriarchal society who's like, been taught the Sexual Arts and literally lives to Guard and Protect the Pussy, and he SEEEEES her. So hard. No matter how she tries to avoid him. And then a huge adventure thing happens. TW: sexual assault (not by the hero).

Mercy by Sara Cate--Contemporary. The heroine is a part owner of a BDSM club, but she does not identify as kinky, and she basically is doing it as a business thing with her friends. She's very like "I am boring, I am practical, I am not Sexy". Then she randomly takes this quiz the business set up, and it identifies her as a domme. She ends up on an app looking for male submissives just to try it out~ and matches with... her business partner and close friend's son! Who's like 12 years younger than her! And a brat! It's really hot but also surprisingly emotional. I was quite touched. Also............ pegging.

Possession by Adriana Anders. Another contemporary. In this one, the heroine is an up and coming America's sweetheart type actress who entered into a PR marriage with this sex symbol A-List actor. But he doesn't touch her; sex is off the table for them. It's total PR. And she's just kind of like "I am a non-sexual blob to him"; she's also plus size, and you get this sense that she feels very.... desexualized and and disempowered in life? Anyway, her husband fucks up and gets caught on camera fucking this woman who looks.... just like her lol.... In a very kinky way, and he's like "so sorry, I fucked up, I'm going to this place my friend owns where I get my freak on so I can just fuck the pain away" and she's like "UMMMMMM NOT WITHOUT ME" and chases him there. And a lot of emotional but also extremely affirming shit ensues.

His Study in Scandal by Megan Frampton--Heroine is 40 and recently widowed, and she goes to this sex party thing and hooks up with a 28 year old random in order to like, feel alive for the first time and take life by the balls (also him by the balls). But oops, turns out he's the guy being eyed to marry her daughter!

Other "oops I'm falling for my daughter/stepdaughter's potential husband after feeling dead inside for years" recs, as this is a specific variation of this "taking life on" vibe: Her Night with the Duke by Diana Quincy (I do find the heroine a bit more headstrong in this one, and she's in her late twenties still because her stepdaughter is a bit closer in age to her); and The Countess by Sophie Jordan (late thirties heroine, husband is still alive and he sucks!!!!).

Pippa and the Prince of Secrets by Grace Callaway--Been recommending this a lot, but I do love it. The heroine is a recent widow who was shamed by her husband for her horniness and became very shut down as a result. Now that he's dead, she ends up working with her teenage sweetheart, who's now hideously scarred and like, kind of the Pied Piper if it wasn't creepy and all his kids were child spies, lol. He ends up ..... really widening her horizons. Also her legs.

[mattslolita]

i wanna get my belly peirced sooo bad but im terrified of needles 🤧last time i had a blood test i fainted and like i dont want that to happen EVER again 😭 my bf said i should do it (he wants me to die how sweet🥹) an it would look nice but im scared asffff!!

ALSO today me an him went out tgthr. when we walked into one shop i saw this girl who was maybe 7 or 8 years old CRAWLING ON THE FLOOR...... WITH A MASK....... AND A TAIL.......!!!!! i could not help myself i literally had to leave bc im sorry WHAT? 😭Like yes everyones style..?🤣 is different but did we reallyyyyy have to go out like that???????? she was w her mum an dad and before we left she looked to her mum an she went "am i embarrasing u mum?" and she said "no never darling" IM CRYING! some old man was shakin his head and went "youd never catch someone like that 60 years ago" HELPPPPPPP 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 (so sorry if i offended any furries 😔)

and omg hes been so sweet to me, he keeps complementing me and hes so nice to my mum and my brother 🥲 and i LOVE physical touch and hes the exact same so hes literally always touching me (woahhh). we also love cooking and baking so weve spent hours in the kitchen already (my mums so happy she dont need to cook)😋 then we also went to the gym today cuz 💪💪💪💪 he does way harder things an i was tryna lift how much he does but i failed OFC😚

I WANT A BELLY PIERCING TOO GIRL, I FEEL THE SAME WAY !!

nah cause the way i woulda been looking at the parents crazy cause WHY on God's green earth you let yo daughter walk out the house in that outfit?

im ssoso glad to know y'all are doing good !! he sounds like he makes you so happy ml !! <3

[trixies-show]

CARNEVIL!!!!

A story directly following this post

The prior post has a bit of context but here’s more story for fun, and this one follows a separate character, Jackalo! Constructive criticism appreciated :)

Jackalo! waved his hand lightly, and the ribbons bonded to his arms flowed around his body like water. He smiled softly. During the performances, his magic was mostly restricted to quick, borderline violent movements. Circus Mcgurkus believed that made a better show. But the softer, smoother movements were just as good in Jackalo!’s eyes. It reminded him of his solo acts, long ago.

A shiver ran through his ribbons, a tremor that Jackalo! didn’t cause. His focus dropped away from the ribbons, and he turned to see Circus Mcgurkus running past with a delighted smile on his face, masks piled in his arms. Jackalo! simply watched him run by, sprinting past the braindead performers and out the door. He sighed, and turned back to his ribbons, but Raya approached slowly from Circus Mcgurkus’ room as well. She took a seat silently next to Jackalo!, and he turned to her, but when she didn’t say anything he moved back to his ribbons.

The two sat silently for a while. Jackalo! absentmindedly twirled his ribbons together, forming patterns and making soft, simple movements. It wasn’t his usual style, before or since the Carnevil, but since being trapped in the Carnevil he didn’t get many chances to do this style of magic. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, so they say, Jackalo! thought to himself.

The ribbons grew and twisted into many forms: vines, a flower, a star, flipping and flowing between new symbols and sigils as images sprung into Jackalo!’s mind. He turned over to Raya, looking on at the display with starstruck eyes. Then he turned to the other set of performers. They were all milling about, nothing sitting behind their eyes. Occasionally, one of them would look over at the two of them, but their eyes glazed over Jackalo’s show, not recognizing that something was happening in front of them.

Jackalo! called down his ribbons, and began to wind them back up his arms. Once his show was over, Raya looked over at Jackalo!.

“I’m sorry there aren’t more people to enjoy your tricks,” she said apologetically.

“It’s fine,” Jackalo! said without taking his eyes off his ribbons. “The magic is mostly for myself anyway.”

“How’d you convince him to let you do your own magic?” Raya asked.

“I didn’t,” Jackalo! said shortly. “This magic is mine.”

Raya perked up. “You… have your own magic?”

Jackalo! smiled. “What, the retained sentience and the independent tricks didn’t give it away?” he said dryly. “I assumed you’d have magic. What makes you not like the rest of them?” He gestured vaguely to the walking corpses. As if to illustrate his point, one collapsed, and proceeded to flail aimlessly, unable to pick itself up.

Raya sighed, and moved to help them up. She turned back to Jackalo! and continued. “No… I wish I had magic. But as for why I’m not like the rest of them, I don’t know. I think he likes me. Or he at least thinks I’m special.”

Jackalo! laughed. “You think you’re special? Of course you’re special. Have you seen the way he looks at you?”

“I… I don’t know. You think he did something to keep me alive? Because he likes me?”

Jackalo!’s smile faded away. “You really didn’t notice. Interesting. But yes. The longer you spend here, the more you’ll realize that yes, he does care about his performers, in his own twisted way. But something is different about you. You are special. He keeps you alive.”

“And he doesn’t do the same for you?”

“Ha! No. I’m sure that if he could have made me like them, he would have. Tell me – have you ever wondered why his mask is fragmented in one corner? Did you know it wasn’t always that way?”

Raya paused for a moment. “I think I saw an old poster once, with a full face mask. I thought that was a design change.”

Jackalo! froze suddenly. Raya saw a poster with his full mask on it, while she was living a normal life. She lived outside of this world, fairly recently at that. Circus Mcgurkus’ mask was damaged so long ago, at least it felt that way to Jackalo!. He wasn’t even sure when that was. It might have been last week, or it could’ve been a year. His mind drifted to the last things he could remember from his past life. He’d started thinking of it that way, a lifetime ago, a whole other person, one who didn’t know about the Carnevil.

“...Jackalo!? Jackalo!?” Raya had been calling out his name. Jackalo! snapped back into the present, and looked back to meet Raya’s eyes.

“Sorry… I was just thinking about something. What did you say?”

“I think you were telling me how Circus Mcgurkus’ mask broke.”

Jackalo!’s expression dropped. The ribbons hanging from his wrists twitched on the ends. Raya didn’t notice, but he did, and he stood up quickly, winding the last ends of his ribbons back on his arms to prevent them from moving unintentionally.

“I’ll tell you later.” Jackalo!’s voice had suddenly turned cold. “I’m going to go design some new modifications for my outfit.”

Raya looked at him, but stayed quiet. Did she offend him? Did she say something she shouldn’t have? She looked on at the small groups of performers that Jackalo! had disappeared into. She’s never really looked into them, but something had to be different about them. What made Jackalo! and her different than the rest? Circus Mcgurkus would know, but he was… difficult… to speak with. He might still be willing to share something, though. She resolved to ask him later.

[empire-system]

Have a really long fucking vent about the parent being kinda bad regarding our mental issues.

God our parent annoys me so much. For a bit of background- we’re autistic and the parent is also autistic and is aware and diagnosed. And that’s the issue. You’d think having a parent who understands everything would be amazing, because she gets that we physically can’t do chores unless we want to, and actually more chores get done just cos we can, than if we were forced cos we actually want to do it and there’s no punishment or anything for doing it wrong, cos point is we tried (basically the standard is on the floor-), she basically lets us decide everything in our lives due to sensory issues and anxiety and her wanting everything to be as comfortable as possible for us. However. That can be the issue. Of course I wouldn’t change the way our life is much, because generally it’s pretty great, but because she knows autism is different for everyone, or she experiences part of what we experience with other things we don’t have diagnosed, she thinks everything we experience is because of autism.

So, for example. Autistic people- from what she’s said- are more likely to have imaginary friends and such, or talk to themselves, maladaptive daydream, things like that, so she says that’s what the system is, which is one of the reasons causing the host to have so much doubt about us actually being a system cos we’re not diagnosed- keeping in mind we exhibit all but one of the symptoms listed on the NHS website, aka the diagnostic criteria (I’m pretty sure don’t quote me on that) and our therapist says it’s the most likely possibility, given, ya know, she’s literally had alters talk to her before (side note to the side note, therapist specialises in autism and is also autistic. So. It’s just the parent saying that it’s a side product of autism)

She also says that host being non-binary is just autism, and that it’s actually just a tomboy or whatever like- no? Sure it’s dysphoria isn’t like..horrendous but I’m pretty sure making sure it’s chest is as flat as possible before it goes out, quite literally getting suicidal thoughts from the thought of a period and feeling uncomfortable at the idea of having a uterus at all, refusing to let it’s hair get longer than chin length, and if it does styling it after male anime characters (most frequently Toya Setsuno, the one in the system is very flattered), and getting physically uncomfortable whenever referred to with she/her pronouns or as a girl or whatever, isn’t JUST AUTISM.

Same goes for the system: hm yes. We have exactly 7 memories of the first 12 years of our life (save for the historian but that’s for another time) we have a whole city in our head which never changes and we can physically touch, we experience day to day amnesia and dissociation, we’ve been hearing voices since, I don’t know, THREE YEARS OLD, and some alters, myself included, quite literally cause physically differences to the body when they come to front, but ya know, that’s just autism. Like- what?? Ma’am you have spoken to several different alters, you literally asked ‘do you think you have DID?’ Yet you’re still in denial and say it’s autism?? What???

Then same thing with the germaphobia!! ‘Oh it’s just sensory issues’ no it’s not! Funny story- we went to the hospital once to see our granddad who was dying of dementia and Alzheimer’s, (which like- first of all why would you take a 10 year old to a place like that?) and all we could focus on was ‘oh god, what if we get sick? What if someone touches us? There are so many germs in this place, get us out’ and honestly? Even now I understand the concern and would probably still be the same way. Also- we wear gloves and a mask everywhere we go because we don’t want to get sick, yet she decided, didn’t even let us explain, she decided it was just a comfort thing and if we didn’t want to, we wouldn’t. Like- do you- do you understand how uncomfortable wearing gloves with seams in them everywhere is?? Cos I feel like that’s one thing you should be able to understand since you’re autistic, we wouldn’t do this if we didn’t feel in danger if we didn’t.

TL;DR: not everything in our life revolves around autism, amazingly.

Also just remembered- she once said ‘all of your mental health issues are just your autism’ bitch all your physical issues are going to be just my fist in your face-