#yes the way they do things annoys me sometimes!!

[baurutruffle]

Let's go!

1. I'm a therian.

2. Crocodile, torn between Mugger crocodile and Siamese crocodile.

3. The most common shifts are mental and phantom shifts. My phantom shifts include tail, snout, the "horns" (which basically are ears), hands/feet, belly and the general flat shape when laying down on my belly. My mental shits often mean the urge to bask in the sun with my mouth open, do the death roll or make sounds like hissing or the like. Occasionally, I have the urge to turn around and snap or slide back into water, too. My oddest cameo shift? Wings. They make no sense but they're funny and feel nice.

4. I sometimes imagine my body to be a crocodile on two legs, interacting with other animals rather than humans. Sometimes, I'm just constantly tired and need to recharge by simply laying around or sitting in the sun. Sunlight is extremely important. Despite me being a mammal - a human - in this life, I sometimes feel like I depend on the warmth and the UV light of the sun more than anyone else. When I choose my meal, it gotta include good meat and veggies (yes, crocs eat veggies and fruits). While most women (and many men) see a sharp jawline as crucial for beauty, I like a slight double chin which I think might come from my crocodile self where we all have a kind of a double chin. A good trait of my body is the robust build. I'm not chunky or something but on a healthy side with small stubby hands which resemble my crocodile hands. And this makes me feel very comfy at times. Guess I had some luck there to look a bit crocodilian in my human body. c;

Though, what makes me feel weird at times are my boobies. They're... big. As a reptile, I often look down and think: "Wth, what's this? Oh, yea... right." Reptiles don't have such. The same goes with other things which I won't talk about here for the safety of the minors on this platform.

When someone's annoying the hell outta me, I have the urge to either retreat in a water body or chomp them or hiss at them. Usually, I'm very disciplined and can avoid following my urges in a social setting but sometimes a deep rumble leaves my throat either way.

Those are just a few slight insights. But I'll happily talk about more of my experiences in my everyday life, if you're interested.

5. I've been part of the community for over a decade. It should be 16 years soon. Over the years, I witnessed a lot. I really like the side where we all peacefully talk about our experiences and discuss about terms and the usage of those etc. The downside on the other hand looks way deeper. Gatekeeping, unwanted grilling, excluding young alterhumans, hate and more. After all, I think if we focus on the positive sides of the community, it's a fairly nice one. We should build up some more of the neutral, peaceful side. We're all sitting in the same boat - nonhumans living a human life and trying to make the best of it. Following the construct of self-care to not lose our minds in-between all these humans where a big part still sees us with despise and hatred. The community has its potential for the good and the bad.

6. Inclusion. I'm most euphoric to be able to say that I'm not alone and not mentally ill simply for identifying as something nonhuman. For believing in having been a crocodile in my past life and still carrying this part of me with me. I am a crocodile and that's completely valid. As a rational person (by law) who grew up not showing too many emotions and letting go of feelings and the like, I tried to find a reason for all these experiences and thought I was just mentally ill for seeing myself as a crocodile. I read plenty of books, went to a couple psychologists and tried to "treat" away this side of me. But the community took me back on the ground and helped me understand what was actually happening. Now I'm 29, have two jobs (social worker and firefighter), pay taxes and all these weird human things and I can still say I'm myself. I gained so much self-confidence and became more self-conscious over the years. I did have my downfalls in the community as well but it still caught me and helped me back up on my feet. Now I can say out proudly that I'm a crocodile. Thank you for that, dear alterhumans!

7. I experience species dysphoria a lot after all. While most four-legged mammals can simply walk on all fours and feel at ease doing so, it doesn't feel that right for me. I can't do this slumber walk and have a heavy tail being dragged over the ground. I can't eat like a crocodile with this weak human mouth and this weirdly shaped face. If a tooth is broken, it won't just fall out and grow back but has to be repaired and treated carefully afterwards. My boobies, which I mentioned above. I have no scales and can't swim like a crocodile. I don't have a third eyelid. My claws are weak and soft.

Many many things make me feel species dysphoria. Though, it's fine. I accept those feelings and do my best with that. I got to the nail manufacturer and let them make me grey relatively pointy nails. I have the possibility to get tattoos. I can swim and dive as a human just as fine. You name it.

8. Don't rush it! I made this mistake which left me in an identity crisis for 11 years! Let it go, live your life, embrace your existence. If you're like me, a journal can help as well. Keep track of your experiences. And don't compare yourself to others. You might not know what you are right now and it might take years to find out for sure but this is what you have in advance. You're able to learn so much about yourself and educate yourself more on many levels which those who know what they are since they can think don't most of the time. Take the part where you have to read about so many animals and dive into zoology so hard that you can consider yourself a little nerd (lovingly). Take the patience that you need. Or maybe learning about many facettes and their correlation to your nonhumanity. Of course, those who know their true self since the very beginning can learn about these as well but you still do it on an absolutely different level. Enjoy it! And if you need help, don't hesitate to ask for help.

9. I don't have any gear yet but would love to have some. Though, I wouldn't know what I could get. Maybe you have some ideas.

10. Theoretically, such experiences and self-portraying as animals or other nonhuman creatures takes us back to the first humans with the spiritual and religious side. We have evidence of humans from the Paleolithic time to self-portray as animals, that's been about 40,000 years ago. Zoologic art has been found that may represent the earliest known form of anthropomorphism. I like to see that as the beginning of nonhuman identities. And maybe humans were identifying as nonhuman even before that or at least have very special connections to animals which could be seen as otherhearted or even as an identity already. Several religions, thelogies and spiritual beliefs practice animal related rituals and the like way before civilization. I think we could root alterhumanity there already.

11. I don't tag individuals but let everyone decide for themselves, if they want to partake in such fun things or not. So, go ahead!

If you are a alterhuman, reblog and answer these questions!

(don't be afraid to write a lot, do what you want ¯���\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

5/ What do you think of the community?

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ㅤᵕ̈

[artisiumstudios]

AU (yes another one deal with it) where Stanley saves up enough money to attend college. (Ofc first he sort of settles in a takes night classes to get his GED). He lives in a shitty apartment and while I do love making things a bit accurate maybe he just a needs to get one job, but also I want to make it a bit harder and have him have two jobs (like me-).

He’s tired and his clases are hard for him to understand and basically any free time he has is spent relearning all the material his own way. (Sue me yes it’s audhd/ dyslexia Stan) He’s practically running on fumes and coffee and one day while getting some books he accidentally bumps into this guy, muttering a quick apology as he continues walking. He hasn’t slept in days having worked clopens while attending class and his vision seems to be getting worse but he can’t afford glasses at the moment, his headache is making his head pound, and he’s just so ready to go home and finally take a nap.

What he’s not ready for is for a six fingered hand to grip his arm yanking him toward his twin brother who he hasn’t seen in almost 4 years.

Aka Stan joins college during fords last year of school. And neither of them are prepared for any of it.

(Other notes: I like to think ford gets mad thinking Stan is doing this just to annoy/distract ford or ruin his chances at getting his grant, only to quickly realize how untrue that is, and how poorly Stan is doing. He has no support system, he’s living in a shitty run down apartment since it was cheaper then a dorm, he’s constantly working since he was unable to receive any scholarships which leaves no time to rest (and at times eat) , his brothers mental health is at an all time low with all the stress, Stanley did unfortunately still mix with some bad people which caused his brother to be paranoid from the trauma (sometimes even go non verbal), and overall ford just sees his little brother suffer in real time.

Ford sometimes goes to Stan’s jobs and occasionally poses as a customer that just happens to look very similar just to get Stan to rest a bit, and maybe sneak him some food.

Both fidds and ford take turns tutoring Stan as to help lessen his load.

At some point Stan’s catches up to him and he ends up showing up to their dorm sobbing because he’s going to have to leave college and he’s upset because all his hard work would be for nothing. INSERT STAN AND FORD TALKING TO AN ADVISOR TO TRANSFER STANS CREDITS TO GRAVITY FALLS COMMUNITY COLLEGE! (Although not all credits will be transferred and he will be forced to retake some stuff. )

There will be more.

Someone should stop me.)

[xoxorory]

Always With You

— Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader Fanfic Genre: Humor | Fluff | Universe: Percy Jackson & The Olympians Word Count: ~3.2K (I'M SUCH A YAPPER LOL) Requested:@simpingmyassoff

Rumors Suck.

Camp Half-Blood had two guarantees:

A monster attack at the worst possible time.

Gossip spreading faster than an Hermes kid stealing your wallet.

I usually didn’t give a damn about rumors. People talked all the time, whispering nonsense about quests, secret romances, or how I once beat a kid from Ares’ cabin in an arm-wrestling match. (That one was true, by the way). Most of the time, I either laughed them off or, if they annoyed me enough, handled the situation… directly.

But this time? The rumor was about me. And worse? It actually got to me.

—"You’re, like, way too clingy with Jackson," a girl from Aphrodite’s cabin had said, twirling her hair with fake innocence. —"Like, it’s a little embarrassing to watch," another added, voice dripping with fake sympathy. —"If you keep it up, he’s totally gonna get tired of you and, y’know… want space."

I had laughed in their faces, of course. That was my natural defense mechanism. But now… I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

What if they were right?

Operation: Be Less Clingy (And Probably Die)

I decided to test their theory.

For the first time in forever, I didn’t steal Percy’s hoodie in the morning. I didn’t drape myself over him during sword-fighting practice. I didn’t sneak my hand into his when we walked together. I didn’t—gods help me—hug him like an octopus every chance I got.

And it was… awful.

I felt like a smoker trying to quit cold turkey. Every time I saw Percy, my body physically wanted to reach for him, to mess with his hair, to poke his stupid sea-green eyes, to wrap myself around him like I always did.

But nope.

I had self-control.

I had boundaries.

I was so freaking miserable.

Percy Notices. Obviously.

Percy was a dumbass sometimes, but he wasn’t stupid.

By day three of Operation: Be a Distant, Independent Woman Who Definitely Wasn’t Dying Inside, he had clearly caught on.

Normally, I would find him first thing in the morning, steal his stolen coffee (yes, double theft), and make fun of his bedhead. Instead, I stayed in my cabin, hoping he wouldn’t notice my absence.

But of course, Percy Jackson noticed.

—"Since when did you go full emo?" His voice startled me as I sat on the dock, dipping my feet into the lake.

I sighed. Of course he found me.

—"Go away, Jackson."

—"Nope."

He plopped down beside me and bumped my shoulder, expecting me to shove him back like I always did.

I didn’t.

Silence.

I could feel him staring at me.

—"Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong, or do I have to cause a scene?"

I sighed again, staring at my reflection in the water.

—"I just… thought maybe I should give you some space."

Percy frowned.

—"Space? Why the hell would I want that?"

I hesitated.

—"Because maybe I’m too clingy."

There was a beat of silence.

Then Percy laughed. Loudly.

I punched his arm—hard.

—"I’m serious, dumbass!"

He was still grinning, his stupid adorable face glowing with amusement.

—"Babe, love of my life, my antisocial sea monster—if you were too clingy, don’t you think I would’ve told you by now?"

I bit my lip.

—"Well… they said—"

—"They?" Percy’s expression darkened. "Who put that nonsense in your head?"

I hesitated, but he already knew. His jaw clenched, and I swear I saw his fingers twitch like he was ready to summon Riptide and go on a murder spree.

Hot. But beside the point.

Percy turned to me, grabbing my face between his hands.

—"Listen carefully, because I’m only saying this once. You are my favorite person in this entire camp. If it were up to me, you’d be stuck to me like a damn remora 24/7."

My brain short-circuited.

—"...Really?"

He nodded, seriously.

—"Actually… now that you mention it, I have been feeling kinda abandoned." He sighed dramatically. "Where are my hugs? My spontaneous kisses? My surprise attacks of affection?"

I stared at him, my heart doing stupid things.

—"You don’t get tired of me?"

He grinned.

—"Never."

And just like that, the weight on my chest vanished.

Without thinking, I launched myself at him, wrapping my arms and legs around him in the octopus hug I had desperately missed.

—"There’s my koala!" Percy laughed, holding me effortlessly.

—"Shut up," I muttered into his neck.

He just chuckled, running his hand through my hair.

—"That’s more like it."

Karma Comes Fast (and I Enjoy It Too Much)

Look. I’m not a vindictive person.

But when someone messes with me? Whatever.

When someone messes with me and Percy?

They better start praying.

The next day, I noticed the same Aphrodite girls lurking around, watching us like hawks, probably waiting to see if I’d go back to keeping my distance.

Spoiler alert: I didn’t.

But Percy? He had an even better idea.

As they walked past, he spoke just loud enough for them to hear:

—"You know,babe, I think we should spend more time together. Maybe start sleeping in the same cabin."

I barely held back a laugh.

—"Isn’t that against the rules?" I asked, playing along.

Percy shrugged.

—"Since when do we care about rules?"

From the corner of my eye, I saw the girls freeze. One of them actually gasped.

I lived for this.

But Percy wasn’t done.

He turned to them, voice dripping with petty revenge.

—"Oh, by the way," he said, smirking. "You know what’s funny? People who never had a chance with me acting like they get a say in my relationship."

They paled. One of them choked on her own spit. Then they scurried off, whispering frantically.

I turned to him, thoroughly impressed.

—"That was evil, Jackson."

He grinned.

—"They messed with my girl. Now they know what happens when someone tries to get between us."

I smirked, yanking him closer by the collar.

—"You know what?" I murmured. "I am clingy."

He grinned before kissing me.

—"Good. Never change."

I'm such a yapper lol. I actually had this one hald written already LOLL

[aquasoftware]

𖦹 NOW LET’S GET IN FORMATION!! ☆

Nerd!jo x Majorette!reader (suggestive on one/fluff) + ML

A/n: Satoru kinda implied a comp sci major/Black reader in mind, but everyone is free to read!!

÷ Nerd!Satoru who never misses a single one of your performances EVER!

⛤ He’s the loudest person in the crowd wearing your team colors, yelling shit like: “THAT’S MY GIRL”

“LOOK AT HER GO!!”

“YOU’RE DOING AMAZING BABY!” (Whole time you’re not dating him yet.)

⛤ Some mildly annoyed people in the crowd have to tell him to shut up.

⛤ He records every routine, adding silly little filters on the video, or doing boomerangs to post to his story.

⛤ He sometimes goes on facebook live during your halftimes just to get a solid four viewers.

÷ Nerd!Satoru who programs things for you.

⛤ Makes a whole custom countdown app (even if he could just go to his pre-installed reminder app on his iphone) that alerts him before your performances so he never forgets.

⛤ One time you mentioned needing a playlist for practice, but he’s too extra to just have his girl using spotify so he coded a whole-music app where you can queue songs with simple voice commands.

÷ Nerd!Satoru who hates coming outside until you take him to your practices.

⛤ The first time he sees you perform up close he’s stunned because of your body control, the uniform, the facial expressions when you dance, he’s obsessed with everything about it.

⛤ His pervy ass nearly drools when he watches you do a death drop or a split.

“Damn Y/n, you think you can do that on—”

“Toru I swear if you finish that sentence.”

÷ Nerd!Satoru who has you tutor him in social situations.

⛤ You have to teach him how to flirt without sounding like an avid reddit user.

⛤ Forces him to actually text people back instead of ghosting for 12 hours.

⛤ You teach him how to flirt without sounding like a Reddit mod, even if he doesn’t wanna flirt with anyone else but you.

⛤ Meanwhile, he teaches you how to code (or tries to).

⛤ You attempt to follow along, but end up doodling hearts around his notes instead.

⛤ He catches you and gets way too smug about it.

“Aww, you’re thinking about me? That’s so cute.”

“Boy bye, nobody thinking about you.”

÷ Nerd!Satoru who loves when his majorette best friend seems lovestruck when you have an “Oh shit, he’s kinda fine.” moment.

⛤ You’ve always seen Satoru as your nerdy/dorky, lazy guy friend, but one day he actually dresses up (no hoodies, no glasses, hair trimmed & styled) and you almost malfunction.

⛤ He absolutely notices how hard you smile when you try to be subtle by saying “I see you Toru!”

“Wait, do you actually think I’m hot? Stop, I'm blushing.”

“Satoru shut up before I break your neck.”

“You’d never. I’m too cute.” (You got him feeling himself now)

÷ Nerd!Satoru who asks you to be his girlfriend by programming a whole website, it’ll say “Will you be my girlfriend?” with only two options that say “Yes or yes!”

⛤ When you call him out on it he just shrugs.

“Satoru there’s only a yes option…”

“Guess that means we’re practically married now”

÷ Nerd!Satoru who gets on your nerves daily, but he’s also your biggest supporter.

⛤ He hypes you up, calls you the prettiest, most talented majorette alive, and always makes sure you know how proud he is of you.

⛤ He’s also your personal chauffeur when you’re too tired from practice.

⛤ Drives you home, lets you nap in his lap, rants about nerdy shit while playing with your hair.

Bonus: Whenever you have a bad day from your coach, maybe being too harsh on you he makes sure to cheer you up with corny little jokes or he’ll do your assignments for you to take the load off your shoulders. <3

Divider/Boarder creds | enchanthings-a & enchanthings.

REBLOGS ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED!!! thank u

[danadiadea]

filthy rich James and poor proletariat member Snape needs to take 0 posts, since this is literally in the HP books themselves, lol. maybe not billionaire, still deserved to be eaten.

YES GOD, this thing maxdibert says about Sirius – 100% correct. I hate his guts, truly, he gives me ick (that's largely personal), but you won't see me trashtalking him and his fans in a manner I can trashtalk James sometimes – because he has at least some redeeming qualities, yes, but also because he has reasons. at least I can explain to myself how his cognitive development and socialisation influenced his cruelty in ways he doesn't fully control. still awful, but explainable. with James – he is just awful for the sake of it.

a victim of bullying and abuse doesn't have to be weak to be a victim. they don't need to be "that helpless" to have their decisions influenced by social pressure and lack of safe spaces – because this is literally how people work. Snape's decision to join the DEs was largely affected by his traumatic experiences, including those with the Marauders, and I truly apologise if this obvious conclusion one can make if they read the damn books ruins Snape's charachter for you, because clearly having realistic, humane reasons to do bad things takes agency away from people.

and yeah, Snape is so obsessed with James for talking about him with his BFF after he and his friends (to Snape's belief) had almost fucking killed him, then painted James as a hero. guess what – he changes the topic from Mulcibier to the marauders, because Marauders are the main reason he wants to stick to Mulcibier suddenly on his 5th year! ofc when Lily is complaining about the friendships he started to form and says that he can't do that because they are bullies, he would want to refute her with the Marauders! they just have murder attempted him!!

it's James who strode into Severus and Lily's dialogue in the train and gave Snape a sexist nickname, while Severus and Lily chose to leave the conflict. it's James who decided to attack Snape the moment he'd seen him because Sirius was bored and threatened to publically undress him naked. It's Sirius who WATCHED Snape during an exam and reacted to him "like a dog to the rabbit". It's James who kept hexing Snape and hiding it from his girlfriend who wouldn't approve of it, because he was a "special case". But "Snape was obsessed with James". Sure.

Snape fans problem with James isn't even James, because I can confirm that before the Marauders fandom existed we'd barely talked about him – there is almost nothing to talk about, he's a bullying privileged garbage in the most uninspiring way possible. yk what did the fandom bring up though? victimblaming. statements like "James undressed Snape because Snape was a nazi and he deserved it" or "James changed so Snape's traumatic reactions as an adult are unreasonable and causeless" or "Lily married James so he couldn't be a bully" or even making up shit that Snape was the bully and the Marauders were queer SJWs icons. and Snape is a character that is largely shaped by his trauma, especially in his interactions with James' carbon copy son, so ofc all the tries to dismiss and deny that trauma ever happening are annoying as hell. Snape has trauma that James and his friend gave him. this is crucial for his character. you are the ones destroying him by trying to paint James’ actions like "not a big deal".

Isn’t that funny that Snape stans are obsessed w James as much as Snape himself was obsessed with him

[idrawweirdstuffnominors]

"You say I'm changing- sorry I didn't know I had to stay the same."

Summary: Understanding your boyfriend don't forget sometimes the boys need reassurance and compliments. Yes,even bill.

Tw: angst!!! But other than that wholesome vibes <3

Bill Dickey

The Good:

As a partner even bill has his moments of letting those annoying ass walls down. Even if it is mostly doing whatever he wants in that specific moment. Seeing him geek out and constantly yap about how every consistent detail matters, is endearing. The way he just comes to life when he finds a super rare collectable, or when he arrogantly goes on a tangent about comic book timelines and trivia. You can't deny that his annoying arrogance has a charm to it. You find amazement in how passionate and obsessive he is with every little detail he knows about Fandom. Sometimes you wonder to yourself "god...doesn't he have a life?" He does. He just doesn't like it. Bill may be a stubborn, insufferable know-it-all, but when he gets lost in his passions, it’s almost… endearing. Seeing him light up over some obscure comic book fact or a rare collectible is one of the few times he’s genuinely himself, not hiding behind sarcasm or arrogance. When he gets into one of his rants—talking way too fast, hands gesturing wildly—you can’t help but watch, even if half of what he’s saying goes over your head.

And sure, his enthusiasm is a lot, but there’s something intoxicating about how much he cares. Whether he’s debating the best era of a franchise or trashing a reboot he swears ruined everything, he commits to it with the same intensity as someone fighting for their life. He doesn’t just love things—he obsesses over them, analyzes every detail, and expects everyone else to care just as much.

Of course, that arrogance of his never disappears. He loves correcting you, loves having the right opinion, and if you dare to challenge him, he’ll scoff, roll his eyes, and launch into a lecture just to make sure you know how wrong you are. And yet, despite how annoying it is, despite how much you want to smack that smug grin off his face, you can’t help but admire the passion underneath all that attitude. Because for all his faults, Bill feels things deeply—even if he’d never admit it.

The Bad:

Though it may seem like Bill is an abrasive asshole, he's annoyingly so much more than a misogynistic loser. Which you saw the more you got introduced in his life and behavioral patterns. Even though he doesn't want to admit it, he is very affected by his parents divorce. He's neglected by both parents leading to him to not having a sense of a male role model. Or a sense of what it's like to be comforted and feel safe by anyone. Bill surrounds himself with fandom and comics to escape the shitty reality that is his home life. Arguments between parents, a sister who 'hates' his guts, a group of friends with similar broken family's or situations, bullies, lack of a support system. No wonder he's the way he is, but beyond those sexist comments, warped views on women and the world. There is something you fell in love with. Bill isn’t just an abrasive asshole—he’s a product of his environment, whether he wants to admit it or not. He acts like he doesn’t care, like nothing gets to him, but you’ve seen the cracks in his armor. The way he stiffens when family is brought up, how his jaw clenches when someone casually mentions their dad teaching them how to drive or fixing something around the house. The bitterness that creeps into his voice when he talks about his mom, the subtle frustration when his sister barely acknowledges his existence. He pretends it’s all fine, that he’s just above caring, but deep down, you know he’s been carrying that weight for years.

It’s not hard to see why he retreats into fandom the way he does. Comics, collectibles, debates over continuity—it’s all a distraction, a way to drown out the real world. In a world that makes him feel powerless, he clings to the one place where he knows he’s right, where his knowledge means something. He surrounds himself with people just as bitter, just as lost, because at least they get it. Even if they constantly rip on each other, even if half the time they seem like they barely tolerate one another, there’s an unspoken understanding: We’re all we’ve got.

And yeah, he says some awful shit sometimes. He parrots toxic ideas, doubles down on them just to prove a point, because being challenged makes him dig his heels in even deeper. But underneath all that, you see the parts of him that he doesn’t show just anyone. The way he hesitates before making a cruel joke, the way he occasionally—begrudgingly—admits when he’s wrong, the way he clings to the people he actually cares about even if he refuses to say it outright.

For all his flaws, for all the walls he builds up, there’s something in him that’s still good—buried under all that bitterness and bravado, but there. And somehow, against all logic, that’s the part of him you fell in love with.

The ugly:

Bill honestly isn't even physically ugly, sure he isn't 'conventionally attractive' but he does have some beautiful features about him. Like his eyes, his messy hair, the way he condescendingly calls you 'Babe.' Mid argument purposely to get under your skin. You hate and secretly love when he does that, but you would never admit to it because you know he'd make fun of you. Bill isn’t physically repulsive, but what really makes him ugly is his personality. He’s smug, constantly looking for ways to feel superior, whether through his encyclopedic knowledge of comics or his cutting remarks. He has a bad habit of dismissing anything he doesn’t personally like as trash, and god forbid you enjoy something he deems unworthy—he’ll go on an exhausting, self-important rant about real fans and fake geeks.

His arrogance is insufferable, especially when he’s right about something. He lives for the moments he can correct you, arms crossed, smirking like he’s just solved the greatest mystery in the world. And he’s relentless in arguments. If he gets the upper hand, he won’t just let it go—he’ll rub it in, make a joke at your expense, and then call you babe in that condescending tone that makes you want to strangle him.

Then there’s his stubbornness. Apologies? Rare. Admitting when he’s wrong? Almost unheard of. Even if he knows he messed up, he’ll find some roundabout way to make it seem like you overreacted. He’s petty, too—he’ll bring up old arguments just to win them retroactively, holding grudges over the dumbest things.

But what really makes him difficult is how emotionally closed-off he is. He acts like nothing really affects him, like he’s above caring, but you know that’s a lie. He hides behind sarcasm, humor, and superiority, using them as armor. When things get too real, he deflects, shuts down, or just gets mean. And yet, despite all that, there’s something there—some part of him that’s trying to be better, even if he’s too damn proud to admit it.

[bakersimmer]

Future Story Snippet

Thanks for tagging me @zosa95 💛 I have no idea who to tag here 🤷🏻‍♀️

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Mattias sat in the backyard, legs stretched out, while Ellie hovered over him with a toy stethoscope jammed against his forehead.

Ellie: Your fever is very bad. I think you need… (dramatic pause) a shot.

She grabbed a plastic syringe from her doctor's kit and jabbed it unceremoniously into his arm.

Mattias: OW! Jesus, a little bedside manner, maybe? Ellie: No talking! Sick people need rest!

Mattias sighed, accepting his fate as Ellie continued her aggressive treatment plan. Lisett, sitting nearby with Mia, raised an eyebrow.

Lisett: So… Why are you actually free in the middle of a workday? Mattias: I overslept.

She gave him a look.

Lisett: And why did you oversleep? Mattias: Because I was tired?

Lisett narrowed her eyes. Mom friend mode: activated.

Lisett: And why were you so tired, Mattias? Mattias: Good question, Officer. Maybe it's because I've been doing tiring things lately. Lisett: Smartass… You look like absolute garbage. Mattias: Thanks! I love you too. Lisett: You sleeping okay? Mattias: Sure. Sometimes even in my own bed. Lisett: Uh-huh. And other times? Mattias: Depends. Lisett: Been drinking a lot? Mattias: Only when I'm thirsty. Lisett: You should probably talk to someone. Preferably someone who isn't a four-year-old.

Ellie, still playing doctor, slapped a band-aid onto his forehead.

Ellie: This will fix you. Mattias: Oh, thank you, doctor. I was worried for a second. Lisett: You should take this more seriously. Mattias: Yes, mother. (dramatically) Ouch!

Ellie cackled and jabbed the syringe into his arm a few more times, just for good measure.

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Okay, hear me out. Back in the day (like way back when I was still playing The Sims 2) I used to create characters and write their stories by hand, on real paper, and with a real pen. Fortunately, these notebooks have long since become fuel for the bonfire 🤪 Now, in 2025, I'm doing the exact same thing… just with ts4 and notion. And this story will probably never make it to this page.

I've given up on posing my sims. I hate it. It's annoying and time-consuming. And let's not even talk about searching or making the poses. I hate that too. So instead, I stick to what I like, creating characters in my game and writing their stories. Yeah, I know... I'm weird. But who cares.

[sl-vega]

[🫐] - YOU'RE TOO SWEET FOR ME - hiori yo

✮⋆˙ you make hiori act in ways he wishes he didn't, you make hiori feel things he wishes he didn't. yet despite all that, he still goes back to you. you're his escape, his safe haven, his sweet refuge. -> this is a part 2/bonus chapter of sweet refuge from hiori's pov

cw/additional notes; potentially ooc, gn! reader, angst(?),manga spoilers/spoilers for hiori's backstory and mild spoilers to one of the light novels, mild suggestive content (it's just kissing nothing nsfw), vee's poor attempt at writing a makeout scene and physical intimacy beyond hand holding, title taken from that one Hozier song because YES

divider creds to @junabuggy

-> part 1 // part 2

Hiori Yo hated how he treated you sometimes.

He didn't like to think he was a bad person, hell, he knew he wasn't a bad person.

So why was he toying with your emotions like this?

Hiori knew what he was doing, he knew that you felt something more for him beyond physical attraction. He could tell that you were doing everything in your power to not give your true feelings away.

He could see it in your eyes whenever he made a comment about your body, or when he'd call you simple things 'hot' or 'cute'. Guilty memories would always arise in his mind whenever the two of you were alone together.

His hands moved to grab your thighs, the soft, supple flesh spilling from his hands as he nipped at your neck and collar bone, leaving a trail of reddish and purplish marks in the process. The rough intimacy made him forget, it made him believe that even for a moment nothing was wrong.

You were a distraction.

A very pretty distraction who unfortunately had feelings for him.

A surprised mewl spilled from your lips before Hiori moved his mouth to your's to swallow any sound that could come from it, he wasn't some kind of exhibitionist, it would be too much of a hassle to clean up if a teacher had caught the two of you.

Just you and him, just a rough and wild moment that would let him forget.

You always played along, you were always sweet and compliant with his wishes. He liked that about you.

Your hands moved to wrap into his hair, he let out a soft groan, trying to let you know that he wouldn't mind it if you were a bit rougher. He leaned into your touch a little more. But then you pulled away.

You never pulled away.

His grip on you tightened, he wanted to fall back onto you, he didn't like being apart from you, he needed your touch, he needed to forget, even for just a moment longer.

Your hands traveled to his shoulders and you held him down as if he was some rabid animal.

"H-hey...God, you're gonna suffocate me at this rate..."

You muttered as your breaths became staggered, he saw your chest rise and fall at a pace quicker than your heartbeat from earlier. He didn't notice his own staggered breathing, his eyes flickered down to your bruised lips, a string of saliva connecting your mouths.

He huffed as he grabbed both of your wrists, he pressed a small kiss to the corner of your lips, mumbling against your skin as he trailed more wet, open mouthed kisses across your neck and jawline.

"I don't fuckin' care..."

His gaze darted up to meet your own, your eyes widened slightly at what he said, as if you were shocked that he was physically capable of swearing.

You really didn't know him at all did you?

He continued pressing kisses across your skin, pressing a few light ones to your hand before continuing to mark your neck, his brows furrowed- why were you so out of it? Normally you were all over him.

Hiori begrudgingly brought himself to pull away from you, he missed your familiar warmth already, he hated how everything came rushing back into his being when you weren't in his arms.

"Yer' distracted."

He states bluntly, it comes across more annoyed than he wanted it to. He noticed your expression quickly shift to mild distress at his change in tone, he almost wanted to apologize.

Almost.

Hiori just let out an exasperated sigh and slid his hands around your wrists once more, guiding them down to his lower abdomen as his gaze bored into your own.

"I don't mind if ya' touch me more..."

He whispered softly as he leaned his head against your's, leaning in to capture your lips once more. Maybe you just needed a little encouragement today, that's all...

Your hands moved to cup his own, they were shaky and clammy, but at least he had you again. He almost let himself smile, but ultimately pushed it down as his lips brushed against your's again, attempting to coax a kiss from you.

But you pushed him away, again.

This time he wasn't annoyed, just confused, did he do something to upset you? Did you want to stop seeing him?

"Did I do somethin' wrong?"

He was about to lift his hand to caress your face, maybe he just needed to be all tender and gentle for you to start acting like yourself again, that usually worked...

"No...I'm just not in the mood right now."

Lies.

Hiori could tell you were lying, the guilt in your expression, the way your eyes were suddenly so interested in everything but him when they would normally be drinking in his very being.

You shuffled away and readjusted your school uniform, buttoning up your polo and adjusting your tie, you looked like you were about to leave, like you were about to deny him of your affection.

Without thinking his hand flew up to your sleeve to pull you back down, or at least prevent you from ditching.

"Stay. Please? I-"

"I need you Hiori." You murmured meekly as he stood up, adjusting his jersey, slick with sweat from practice and being with you. Why were you like this? So needy, so desperate, and for what? For him? A guy that only gave you the time of day when he needed some quick relief? He quickly stood up, barely extending his hand as he helped you off the ground, you stumbled, your head almost hitting the back of the bleachers as you regained your balance. "I have to get home before my parents kill me...I'll...I'll see you at school."

He looked back down at the ground at the memory, is that what you were trying to pull? The same thing he did every single time you wanted him?

He never thought of it when he was the one who ditched you, but the thought of you denying him yourself made his stomach do acrobatics.

God, why was he like this? So selfish, so greedy, always, him, him, him, never you, never what you felt.

What was the matter with him?

He lifted his gaze to meet your own, bright blue eyes shaking as his cold icy gaze burned into you.

"I need you."

The words fell from his lips so easily, they were true in a sense, he did need you, just not in the way you wished he did.

Just not in the way you deserved.

He pulled you down to his level, wrapping his arms around you in a soft, tender embrace. He knew this was what you wanted, you wanted to pretend just as much as he did. If acting like a sweet boyfriend for ten minutes would make you stay for months on end, he'd do it without hesitation.

"So much has just been going on. School, soccer, my parents. God I hate them so much...It's just...A lot you know?"

Confide in you, that's what you wanted right? To be there for him? To hear the same old song and dance he always used when he wanted you to stay. When he wanted you to believe he was just some sad, broken boy who needed you to fix him?

He brushed away some stray strands of hair from your face, you were always rather attractive to him, you were like a naive guardian angel, like putty in his hands. A perfect being for him to mold to his liking.

"And...you've helped take my mind off things. I guess that's why I like you so much."

Your eyes softened, and you brought your hands to cup his face, this is when he knows he's won, that's all it takes, a few sweet, surface level words and you're back.

You were too good for him, too sweet, he was doing nothing but cause you more heartache.

And yet he didn't care.

When you soothed his own so well, he couldn't care less about how he was undeserving of you.

Because he was what you wanted, wasn't he?

🍓 tagging: @shrii-kk @freyao7 @analiee6 @thetwinkims @bellflower1257 @blvdmrcnry @bloukoup @yuan1819 @fishii28 @yourstrulymauki @fungaltoehehe

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

the one time my show's (not mine but yk very small fandom) tag is actually used and it's for ridicule and discourse. now that stuff will be the only stuff you can see :/

[ganondoodle]

the idea that demise controls not just ganondorf but really anything deemed 'evil' seems to be very widespread in the fandom and im wondering where that came from?

demise was one throw away end boss that, even with the unfortunate lore implications and damage it did to any other antagonist even in retrospect, was never associated with controlling others? (isnt it mostly ghirahim that summons or corrupts things in skyward sword too?) is it just bc he is the (said to be) the ultimate origin of all things "bad" so clearly he is the one controlling everything even post mortem? he is never relevant again and plays an honestly tiny role in the very game he is introduced in (the only one too)- we dont even know what he is capable of given how little he does even in his own fight- he very clearly dies at the end, doesnt fi even say whatever is left of him will be fully eradicated within the master sword??

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is it bc of the one line he is always reduced to? (its the damn line he always gets reduced to isnt it..)

[rattusrattus3]

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[sergle]

There's something about like. A certain genre of posts / Online Opinions about insecurity/depression/misery/complaints that are so unhelpful that they wrap right around to being straight up hilarious. and it's the ones that are more or less written to the tone of "Feeling bad? That's gross!" Like, just so you know, don't voice your insecurities/ have low self esteem, because that's offputting! You're gross and weird. Don't be insecure about that, though. That would be stupid if you felt insecure about people disliking you for being insecure. Not attractive. You should be thinking about being as attractive as possible. You shouldn't make comments about suicide, even if you're suicidal! Keep those thoughts entirely to yourself. Make sure nobody around you knows you're thinking about this. It would Make Them Uncomfortable. It's better to keep these thoughts in your head where they can fester. Don't post OR talk to friends with complaints about you feeling miserable or depressed. Tbh people who are sad/upset a lot? Kinda a red flag! You are probably miserable because you're a bad person and you've brought this on yourself. If you don't have friends, it's because you're awful to be around. Easy! Solved the problem for you. And no, there is no nuance to this, got it? So, make sure to feel bad about feeling bad, but don't feel bad about it, because, well, that's just gross. And annoying! You might've wanted your brain rotted thoughts to be Peer Reviewed, you might have just needed to vent- you might've been hoping for some comfort, to get things off your chest. Well, don't! Don't talk about thoughts or feelings that are negative with your friends, you'd be burdening them and that's only meant for THERAPY. #SponsoredbyBetterHelp #MentalHealth like, DAMN. that's so helpful. you're so good at helping. I um really liked the part where these are all hard and fast rules that encourage keeping feelings bottled up and keeping your friends at arm's length. That's really funny of you.

[thegreatyin]

How did you manage to handle not one, but FOUR separate accounts in fl? I recently made the account for my HD little guy but having to do the tutorial again just seems miserable

there's... weirdly several answers to that question, actually??

a HUGE part of it is due to the way FL is structured. the 10-minute action timer is a core part of the game on a fundamental level, and the fact that i can very easily run out of stuff to do on one character and thus have an excuse to quickly and easily swap to another is just... convenient? satisfying? i'm not entirely sure how to explain it. the fact that i can make progress even while i am fundamentally simultaneously Not Making Progress is like pure dopamine for my freak insane awful little brain. there's just something really pleasing about spending all of my actions pursuing The Goal Of The Day™ on one account before casually swapping to another and doing the same without feeling like i'm wasting time or acting to the first account's explicit detriment. the downtime helps! the recharge time helps! the structure really really works!!

i'm technically only actively playing three, maybe two accounts minimum. the only reason the fourth (the one that'll be my future BaL playthrough) currently exists at all is so i can get his earlygame completely out of the way now and not have to waste time running through it all later, when what i actually want to do is play the ambition i've made myself wait a full year to play. and also getting free goodies as seasonal stuff happens,, something something surprise tools to help us later. the only two accounts i'd say i'm really "actively playing" at the moment are caeru and lark- and of the two, lark takes the most priority, since his ambition is the one i'm currently pursuing in earnest. for a couple months now- despite being My Main FL Character- the scoundrel has actually been pretty inactive on a gameplay front outside of the occasional progression in TLC and discordance content. purely by virtue of having Very little left to do outside of Very long-term grinds and vanities. they're in their "now what?" "now you can start playing the game" era. they've graduated to previous protagonist background cameo in a sequel anime series. they're like the yin FLPC equivalent of red at the top of mount silver. they're Literally just vibing rn. i only keep posting about them regardless because i'm insane and i will never ever ever ever ever let that bat go. but yeah, big TLDR, outside of doing the bare minimum to keep making waves/notability up every week, i'm not actually spending that much time on accounts i'm not currently actively interested in playing. and that accounts for way more gaming spoons than you might think.

i have a virtually lifelong history of playing MMOs, especially and specifically world of warcraft. i was born in the endless grind for useless video game pixel vanities and/or bragging rights. molded by it. you all have merely adapted to doing the same piece of content a pointlessly excessive amount of times for literally no reason besides whimsy and folly. me? i've done my time. i've served my sentence. i've spent weeks doing the original burning crusade netherwing dailies. i've devoted days to running praetorium over and over and over again, back-to-back, nonstop, long before square enix cut it in half and made it NOT take at minimum an hour and a half per run. i've perfected my silverwastes + auric basin goldfarming strategies. i've (almost) crafted dragonwrath tarecgosa's rest. i've killed the sha of anger so many times its dying scream of agony is embedded into the very fabric of my being. ""only"" doing making your name content four times over? that is nothing to me. it means nothing to me. it is so infinitesimal i can do the persuasive seduction quests in my sleep. it's not a matter of handling misery, or having the capacity, or even sighing as i remember the brass embassy raid segment of the watchful questline seriously i don't know why i keep forgetting that exists or what even is my problem with it i just am so consistently mildly inconvenienced by it and its highly specific resource requirements and it is the worst thing ever. maybe i'm just so used to the scoundrel's near-infinite money and troves of disposable items that i've completely forgotten what being poor is like. despite having done that step 3 fucking times now. ahem. anyway. i have transcended the feeble mortal bindings of my resistant-to-grinding flesh and ascended to a higher plane of enlightenment, they may call me insane but they will be the ones left laughing when they see what that "insanity" has wrought, i've usurped them, i've usurped them all-

hacks and coughs and awkwardly clears my throat. i mean. uh. um. Ahem.

the empress' court artistry + tales of the university nerfs helped too.

[sobredunia]

Do I really have to make myself breaking-down-sobbing miserable over not doing something every single time I am not perfectly productive for you to believe that I have a disability that disables me from being perfectly productive

[indigodawns]

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[a-dash-in-the-middle]

spend 3h with one bathroom break studying

the amount that was done is horrific but hey at least the confusing kept me focused