#you know if they're crazy and light blue they're about to be the most hated character in their game

[finisnihil]

Mihoyo may not get some stuff right but sugar they always know how to cook a damn good mad scientist/doctor character. Il Dottore, Ruan Mei, Herta, Alice, Rhinedottir... Y'all gonna have to sedate me

[flemingsfreckles]

Officially Off-Season

Jessie Fleming x Chelsea!Reader

Preview: The team goes out to celebrate winning the Super League and the beginning of the off season, you decide it’s time to follow up on a comment Jessie made earlier in the season.

Warnings: alludes to smut, suggestive, some cursing and drinking

WC: 4.3k

You hated this environment, the loud music and smell of sweat and how your shoes would stick to the floor, but this is the result of Chelsea winning the league. The girls went out and there was no getting out of this one. Normally after a big win you’d join in the celebrations then make an excuse, an early physio appointment the next morning, not wanting to drink due to being in the middle of the season, a headache, you had used every excuse in the book. Your teammates knew most of the time that your excuses were full of shit but they'd let you leave anyway.

You had only been at the bar for 20 minutes and were ready to bid everyone a goodnight. The first 10 minutes were spent running around trying to show face to your fellow teammates in hopes it would maybe get you out of here sooner. The next 10 had been spent in line at the bar. You ordered yourself a beer when Guro came up behind you grabbing the back of your neck with one hand, jostling you and shouting your name as if she hadn't seen you at the stadium shortly before.

“We’ll take two shots!” She hollered at the bartender. She waved a finger between you indicating one was for her the other was for you.

“Guro no!” Quick to protest, you had planned to stick to beer for the night, never being a huge fan of liquor and not wanting to wake up with regrets in the morning.

“Come on, we won the league, it's officially the off season. Just the one to make up for all the times you bailed on us during the season.” She looked at you, giving her best puppy dog eyes.

The bartender returned, placing the beer you had ordered down followed by the clinking of the two shot glasses and he held out two lime slices to you and Guro. “They're tequila, I hope that’s okay, that's what your teammates seemed to be ordering.”

“Perfect, thanks!” Guro grinned at the man, grabbing both of the lime slices, handing one to you before she picked up both shots forcing it into your open hand.

“I hate you.” You half heartedly told her. In reality, she was one of your best friends on the team and you loved her but she drove you crazy at the same time.

“Here’s to you, maybe you’ll finally get a certain someone to take you home.” She winked at the end of her sentence before clinking her glass to yours and bringing the shot to her mouth, taking it and following it up with the lime.

“I don’t know what youre talking about.” You did, you knew exactly who she meant. “Plus that certain someone has a roommate, I’m not doing that with her home.” You threw back your shot, cringing at the burn and as you put the lime in your mouth you were once again aggressively grabbed by the back of the neck, this time Niamh shouting your last name at you.

“Are we finally getting you to go all out? Taking shots and all?” You turn and in front of you now stands Niamh, her girlfriend, and they're both followed by, ironically, Jessie. You felt Guro’s stare on you as she realized that had they shown up a few seconds earlier, Niamh and Jessie would have overheard the conversation you were having.

Niamh and Jessie’s apartment not being far from the bar you had agreed to, they had run home to change. What caught your eye was Jessie’s outfit. She was dressed in all black, a pair of nice slacks and a button up shirt up top. Her hair was neatly pulled back. She was easily one of the best dressed people here, you and the rest of your teammates in some variation of sweatpants and sweatshirts. You had opted to put on the clothes that you wore into Stamford Bridge that morning. You stood wearing a pair of light wash jeans with a simple blue shirt. You suddenly felt underdressed despite standing next to Guro who was wearing her travel sweats and a t-shirt.

“Just the one.” You say sternly.

“Boo! I just got here and didn’t get to do one with you.” Niamh protests. She turns, pointing to her girlfriend and Jessie, “They want to do one with you too, right Jess?” You look over Niamh’s shoulder to look at Jessie. She’s looking around the bar completing a whole circle of the room before her eyes meet yours back in front of her as she hears Niamh mention her name. You give her a smile and she returns it.

“Uh, yeah sure.” By the look of confusion on her face you can tell she was just agreeing with Niamh, not really sure what she had just agreed to.

“We’ll take 5 more.” Guro is quick to holler at the bartender. You see Jessie’s eyes widen and her lips make an O as she realizes what she had said yes to. She mouths “sorry” and gives you an apologetic look.

The glass and lime are once again shoved into your hands along with the rest of the group. Niamh puts her shot in the middle of the 5 of you. “Here’s to winning the league and to finally getting these two,” she tips her head in your direction followed quickly in Jessie’s direction, “to finally join in on our hijinx.”

The second shot goes down smoother than the first, you finish off your lime and turn to the bar grabbing the beer that was supposed to be your first drink, not your third.

“Let's go dance.” Guro grabs your hand pulling you away from the person you actually wanted to talk to. You entertained Guro for a couple songs, dancing with her, letting the warmth from the two shots ease your nerves you normally would be feeling about dancing in public.

“Are you going to talk to her?” You hear Guro shout over the music into your ear. Guro was pressed up against your back dancing with you. To an outside eye it would’ve looked like you and Guro were together, the reality was you both just didn’t care, just having a good time dancing with the music. You turned around so you were face to face.

Leaning in, you shouted into her ear “I was going to, but youre the one who dragged me over here to dance with you instead.”

“Okay you're free to go,” She threw her arms back in an over dramatic fashion. “But I expect you to not fuck this up.” Her hand comes down giving you a pat and a shove on the back in the direction of a table in the corner. “You know she wants this too, don't forget that.”

It was a gentle reminder to you that Guro knew a secret of yours that no one else on the team, let alone anyone else in the world, knew.

It was many months ago, early in the season and you had stayed late getting in some extra practice and some recovery done. Jessie had joined you, you both were close, both secretly infatuated with each other, too shy to make a move. Instead you opted for subtle flirting with each other, gaining both of you nothing besides an increased tension between you. The flirting was so subtle that not even your teammates had picked up on it, the only reason Guro had figured out what was happening between the two of you was she had witnessed it with her own eyes.

Guro had also stayed late, up in the film room watching over some plays with the coaching staff. When she was done she ran down to the changing room to grab her bag and head home. Assuming everyone else was long gone, she had not expected anyone to be in the room so she was startled when she saw you and Jessie. She had been even more startled when she saw you both, sitting side by side in the cubbies, Jessie with a hand on your thigh and your hand cupping Jessie’s chin as your lips locked with hers. The sound of the door opening hadn’t alerted you and Jessie but the sound of it slamming shut did. You both split apart, whipping your heads around with wide eyes. You both saw Guro who was standing in the doorway mouth open, unable to look away from you and Jessie.

Thankfully in that moment, Guro agreed to pretend she didn’t see anything, you and Jessie both talking over each other to explain to her it's not what it looks like. Guro had stuck to that promise, never mentioning the kiss she witnessed to anyone, and hardly mentioning it to you. She had teased you for a bit about it in private but stopped once you let her know that Jessie had told you she wasn’t interested in starting any relationships in the middle of the season. She claimed she just was just too busy, and couldn’t even think about relationships until the off season. It had upset you, but it also led to you counting the days until the season was over. Your flirting had continued, the kiss and rejection not changing anything, giving you hope for the day the season ended. And now it is officially off-season as Guro had said earlier in the evening.

“Go!” Guro shoved you again in the direction of Jessie who sat at a table. You stumbled as her force caused you to bump into a few people on the dance floor. You excused yourself as you made your move over to the brown haired, brown eyed girl. As you walked up to the table, Niamh and her girlfriend got up from their seats, waving in the direction of the dance floor. You turned to see Guro waving back at them, she shot you a wink to which you rolled your eyes.

“No dancing for you?” You questioned Jessie as she had remained in her chair, picking at the label on the bottle in front of her.

“No, I’m alright here, there's no need for me to embarrass myself.” She looked up at you. “You seemed like you were having a good time out there though.”

“I mean, the two shots I was peer pressured into taking, no thanks to you by the way,” you joked with her “helped me get out there, I’m sure I looked silly, I just cared less.”

“You didn’t look silly, you looked good.” Jessie’s words ring in your ears. You look down to her to see she's back to watching her nails pick at the bottle in front of her. Her cheeks have a pink color creeping up them.

Not sure how to respond to her comment, you finally decide to sit down across from her, placing your own empty bottle on the table. You sit with her in a silence that borders on being uncomfortable, without the noise of the bar it would be fully uncomfortable. Your mind races through thoughts. Do you tell her you want to kiss her? Do you ask her what her plans are for the offseason? Maybe ask if she’s seeing anyone? Ask her if she’s looking forward to being back with the Canadian team? See if she’s visiting family? Despite the many options that you could have gone, your brain takes a different route.

“So it's the off season now.” Those were the words that came out of your mouth. Jessie looks across to you, a blank expression on her face. She’s not sure if you're asking a question or just stating facts. She can't tell if you are expecting a response from her either.

Letting your brain catch up to the sentence that you had just said, you clarified, “I just mean that, back when we kissed,” the latter half of that sentence coming out as nearly a whisper. “You said you didn’t want to start anything in the middle of the season. And now it's not.” You mentally smack yourself, clenching your eyes shut quickly, hoping it’ll take away the embarrassment that you're feeling. This is the least smooth way you could have brought this up.

“Right,” Jessie starts, her eyes dart around the room quickly, avoiding your stare, a smirk creeps up on her lips before she speaks again. “I’m going to step outside for a second, just get some fresh air, it's kind of hot in here.” Her eyes look intensely into yours as she glances over at the door, then back to you and to the door again.

You read that as rejection, feeling your heart deflate a bit you nod to her and you let her walk away without another word to her. When you hear the door close behind her you let your forehead fall to the table with a quiet “fuck” coming out from your lips. You’re jolted out of your thoughts by the sound of your phone vibrating on the table next to your head.

Sitting back up you grab it, seeing 9 new messages. Only caring about the most recent 3.

JFlem: are you joining me or what?

JFlem: apparently you don't know that the eye contact meant you were supposed to follow me

JFlem: I now see how maybe that wasn't clear enough

Not even bothering to finish reading the other messages you had received, most likely family and friends congratulating you on the league. You stood up quickly, nearly knocking your chair down behind you, pushed it in and headed toward the door you had seen Jessie go out just a few minutes prior. You walk out to an empty quiet street, streetlights lining the roadway.

“There she is.” Jessie calls to you. You turn to her, she's leaning against the brick wall arms crossed in front of her. She’s smiling at you as she watches you turn around. Her appearance slightly changed since you last took note. Her hair was now down resting against her cheeks and just above her shoulders. The top two buttons on her shirt now undone, letting you see more of her neck and chest. “Sorry about that, I thought you could understand what I was getting at.”

“No, I couldn't.” You walk over to her standing in front of her, giving her an eye roll for dramatic affect. “Sorry I’m not fluent in eye movements.” The comment makes her laugh, her face lighting up. Her laugh was one of your favorite sounds and watching her laugh was one of your favorite sights, the way her eyes would squint shut, the smile on her face, the way her shoulders shook, all of it.

“Come on.” Jessie grabs your hand, moving to the side to begin pulling you down the street. You took the second to interlace your fingers, her hands slightly bigger than yours, yours warmer than hers.

You decided it best not to ask questions on what was happening or where you were going, letting her lead you down the sidewalk. Her pace picks up slightly at first, making you speed walk to keep her from physically dragging you behind her. She eventually sped up to the point of the two of you both running, side by side down the street. The roads began to look familiar when you put two and two together. Jessie was taking you back to her place.

You walked up to the door of her building, having been there many times already you knew it well. She dropped your hand and you watched as she entered a security code, a beep occurred and she pulled the door back, swinging her arm to motion for you to walk through. You followed her direction, now you are grabbing her hand, pulling her toward her own apartment, nearly running out of excitement. You move out of the way as you watch her fumble with the keys, feeling like she takes hours to unlock the door. With this door, she walks in first, pulling you in behind her.

The door closes behind you and you find your back coming into contact with it seconds later as Jessie’s hands have found your hips and are pushing you backward. Her hands are firm in her grasp and yet soft in their force holding you to the door. She had you pinned against the door, but not moving any further.

Not sure if Jessie had sensed the question pop up in your head or maybe she had seen your eyes dart over to Niamh’s bedroom door. “Niamh said she is spending the night at her girlfriend’s, no one is home.”

You let out a small sigh of relief, wanting to be able to finish what you and Jessie were about to start. Your own arms are holding her, one on her shoulder and the other on her forearm. You’re both slightly panting, you could smell the faint traces of tequila and beer between you. Yes you were professional athletes but something about finally being in this position with each other, makes you lose your breath.

Jessie’s brown eyes rake over your face, looking everywhere before settling on your lips, glancing up to your eyes and then back to your lips.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about doing this.” With those words giving you final confirmation that this is what you both wanted, your hand that was previously on her shoulder moves to the collar of her shirt, grabbing a handful and pulling her into you, your lips finally meeting again after many months apart. You taste the drinks on her lips with a hint of vanilla, a chapstick she was known for carrying with her everywhere.

It starts sweet, like your first kiss but you can't help but move your hand from her collar to the back of her neck, pulling her in harder against you, not wanting this to stay sweet. You feel Jessie’s tongue against your bottom lip and you return the action against her lips to allow the kiss to deepen. The kiss has your head buzzing, all of your senses being consumed by Jessie. The taste of her lips, the smell of her hair and perfume, the feeling of her skin under your hands, the end of her hair tickling your hand that rested on her neck. All aspects of Jessie were consuming your thoughts.

One of her hands wanders from your hip to your stomach, sliding under your shirt. The coldness of her hands sends a jolt through your body and you pull back from the kiss. You rest your head back on the door for a second before looking back at her. Your heart pounding in your ears as you watch her open her eyes, pupils down large as she looks back at you. Her flushed cheeks made it look like she just played a full 90.

“Jess,” name is the only word that you manage to get out your voice sounding strained, taking another deep breath she finishes your thought for you.

“Bedroom?” She cocks an eyebrow up asking.

“How much have you had to drink?” You couldn’t help but ask, her new found confidence seeming out of the normal for her. The last thing you wanted was for her to regret this in the morning due to the shot and other drinks your teammates had handed her the night.

“Enough to give me a little confidence to make a move but also not enough so I’m still levelheaded and clear in this decision.” She answers, looking into your eyes, knowing you just were looking out for her. “I want this and I’ve wanted this.” She reassures you.

Not needing to hear much more, you gently push Jessie back, “Bedroom.” Nodding your head in the direction of her bedroom.

You follow her down the hall and through her bedroom door. It was now your turn to take control of your movements, you grab Jessie’s wrist tugging her close to you. Reconnecting your lips, your hands now on her hips you walk her backward, pushing her in the direction of her bed. The back of her legs hit the mattress and she sits down, parting her legs so that you can stand between them. Placing your hands on either side of her face, you lean down to kiss her softly. Jessie, wanting to speed things up, slides her hands along the top of your pants. Her hands find the bottom of your shirt pulling at it gently hoping you'll get the hint. You do, pulling back from kissing her to help her pull it over her head. Jessie slides further up the bed extending a hand to you which you gladly take. She pulled you up onto the bed and on top of her. You situate your hips between her thighs and the midfielder below you wraps her legs around your waist, your upper body hovers above her. Her arm comes up to your neck and she pulls you down onto her into a sloppy kiss, feeling your body weight on top of her, she lets out a sighing moan against your lips.

You wake up to the bright light of the sun coming in through the blinds. You quickly realize this is not your bedroom with your blackout curtains, it is Jessie’s bedroom. You have woken up in Jessie’s bedroom, in her bed. Rolling over when you see her back, the blanket sitting just above her hips. It stands out to you that she has no shirt on, bringing you to the realization that you also do not have a shirt on, or pants. Jessie still appears to be asleep, the rise and fall of her chest is slow and relaxed. Your eyes wander across her back, admiring the muscle definition and also admiring some of the pink marks that you had a hand in making last night from your nails and mouth.

Pushing the covers off, you move to get out of the bed, grabbing Jessie’s shirt from last night off the floor and putting it on.

“Are you running out on me already?” A sleepy voice from the bed says. Jessie is sitting up, rubbing her eyes as she looks at you. She’s now covering her chest with the blanket. Her hair is crazy, partly from sleeping and partly from last night's activities. She looked absolutely beautiful to you.

“No, I was just going to use the bathroom and put on some clothes.” Looking down at the fact that you still had no pants on, you see Jessie quickly glance down following your eyes, a small blush coming across her face. She nods and you head into Jessie’s ensuite closing the door behind you.

“I have some clothes you can wear if you want.” Jessie's voice comes through the door. You walk out grabbing the shirt and sweatpants from her hands. She had thrown on some clothes while you were in the bathroom, her free hand was in the process of trying to tame her hair. You quickly throw on the clean clothes, smoothing down your own hair and then sit on the edge of the bed.

Jessie moves toward the door of her bedroom, grabbing the handle, you jump up follow shortly behind her but are quickly stopped as Jessie lets out a gasp and slams the door shut behind her before you have a chance to get through. Left face to face with the door you are confused until you hear Jessie start talking.

“Niamh. Hi. I thought you were, where's your girlfriend, weren't you staying there? Not here last night?” The shake and panic in Jessie’s voice is noticeable as she stutters her way through the shock of seeing her roommate, who explicitly said she wouldn’t be home, standing in front of her.

“We ended up coming here, we drank too much and didn’t want to make the trip. She’s still sleeping on account of we weren’t able to get much sleep last night. But I guess neither did you.” Your eyes widened as you heard Niamh’s words through the door. She had heard you and Jessie last night.

“You might as well tell her to come out here, instead of in your bedroom. No point in hiding when I had the torture of listening to you both yelling each other’s names all night.”

Cringing at the thought of Niamh overhearing your night, you pinched your eyes shut, taking a deep breath and reached for the door handle. The longer you waited, the more awkward it was going to become.

You opened the door, Jessie turning back to look at you, her face a deep red. Niamh is sitting at the counter, a smug look on her face as she watches you and the Canadian look at each other, both mortified. You look quickly at Niamh before glancing away. The eye contact with her is deeply uncomfortable, you can't help but think about all of the things she may have heard between you and Jess last night

“You owe me earplugs and probably some therapy.” The smile on Niamh’s face told you that she was kidding but also l that you wouldn’t be escaping these jokes for a long time. Unable to form words, your brain is still overwhelmed by being essentially walked in on by one of your teammates last night, you just lifted your hand in a thumbs up in her direction. You moved behind Jessie putting your forehead on the back of her shoulder blade to hide your face. “So embarrassing.” You mumble into Jessie’s back, unsure if Niamh could hear or not.

“I’m surprised you both have voices left after everything you were saying last night-”

“NIAMH!”

[jayzioxx]

Masterlist

Idol!Wanderer & Graphic designer!reader would;

Have met back when wanderer was just a trainee taking a break in a park, and [name] was struggling to look for inspiration

Wanderer sighed as he stared at the sky from where he laid. A tree branch, to be exact. It was evening, and there were too many dog owners, elementary school kids, old grannies, and trash divers roaming around the park. He was far too tired to witness the business of a place which should be much more relaxing (in his opinion), and a large tree in a slightly less busy corner of the park seemed to have called him. And there he was, resting his slim body on the wide branch of the tree, watching the blue sky fade into reddish hues through the gaps between the conveniently placed leaves.

Meanwhile, after a week of art block, a week without a single commission, even for an artwork, never mind any graphic designs, [name] was strolling through the city, walking around wherever his legs took him, searching for inspiration.

The sun was setting, and just as [name] decided to give up and call it a day (un unsuccessful, fruitless one), from the corner of his eye he saw a man, resting on a branch, looking so in sync with nature, and so far from human.

He was beautiful, the way his purple hair was slightly messy, and dancing in the mild breeze, the way his eyes were closed in the most perfect manner, showing his rounded eyelids, his clothes all ruffled up from whatever he was doing. His smooth, pearly skin, a perfect contrast to his clothes, hair, and greenery around him.

He looked like art. And his peaceful demeanor shone a light upon the dark corner of [name]'s mind where he had lost all his creative ability.

"Do you need something?" The man on the tree asked, without even opening his eyes.

"I- yeah kind of... can I sketch you?"

Have taken years of pining for them to finally realize they liked each other. Surprisingly enough, wanderer would have known first.

"I think I like you." [name] confessed. It was in the heat of the moment, seeing how beautifully wanderer danced on the stage, how smoothly his voice flowed to the crowd, and how adorable he looked quietly evading the crowd and dragging [name] backstage.

Wanderer continued to drag him somewhere silently, and [name] looked away, anywhere but wanderer's figure.

"It's fine if you don't- just forget about what I said I mean you probably don't even like guys and-" but wanderer cut him off mid sentence.

"Just wait till we go somewhere more private."

"Okay..."

Wanderer brought [name] to a secluded corner of the dressing area, turning around to face him and keeping a firm yet gentle hold on his shoulders.

"Say that again." He demanded, the slight red at the tip of his ears covered by his purple hair.

"I like you. A lot. I dont know when it happened either I just do and I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable but please don't let us lose what we hav-"

"Who said I'm uncomfortable? I like you too idiot." Wanderer said abruptly. His cheeks matching the colour of his lips by the time he finished his sentence.

"By the way... when did you start liking me?" [Name] asked as he rested his legs on wanderer's lap, attention leaving the cheesy drama playing on the TV.

"Way before you started making heart eyes at me."

"Since when did I do that?!"

"Around 4 years before you confessed."

"I didn't even know I was gay back then!"

"Sucks to be you."

Have their relationship caught less than a year after they got together.

"Your fans are fucking crazy." [Name] sighed as he scrolled through twitter, seeing tons of hate posts against him and wanderer, yet most of them were so poorly worded that he was sure it those 'fans' were all 12 year olds.

"I don't even like them don't bother reading that shit." Wanderer snatched the phone from [name] and held it away from him.

"But they're so funny..."

"Wait what are you typing."

"Don't you do anything reckless-"

And wanderer just replied on 15 hate posts (on his damn main) "bitchless behaviour".

Funny enough, a lot of his (non 12 year old) fans were going batshit crazy. Not canceling him, but rather supporting them.

This soon developed into a huge [name] fandom, I mean, there were a lot of artists in wanderer's fandom. Cue jealous wanderer.

Would work together after wanderer ends his 7 year contract with 5wirl and goes solo. [Name] is his muse for all his songs and every album cover, concept design and album design is made by [name] himself. The fans totally eat it up. After all, no one captures wanderer's beauty like his partner

Idol!wanderer

Shows his love through actions. He's not the best with words, but he still wears his heart on his sleeve. He's so clingy when he gets comfortable, yet stone cold in public. Despite that, when it comes to [name] no matter where he is, he's like a warm blanket on a cold day.

Again, he's not the best with words, yet he never uses them to hurt [name]. Others... not so much. He's snarky as hell and so obnoxious when he's talking to someone he doesn't like. Well that's also his charm. No wonder fans love him so much.

Takes time to open up, even after starting the relationship. And when he does. He says everything. His mother, how he was abandoned, the friends who raised him only to die untimely, when he lived with a gang, when his aunt's friend found him, when he was adopted by his aunt. Everything. And he knows [name] won't judge but still, his heart feels a bit unsure. [Name] still reassures him though, that his past doesn't change anything between them. He cries, by the way. And he's so cute when he does.

'I am a stone cold unfeeling strong man.' Is the little spoon. He won't admit it but he enjoys being wrapped in [name]'s embrace. Cutie.

a/n;

my final gift for scara fans while i go on hiatus for exams haha... I tried to get his personality as close to wanderer as i can but i feeeeeeel like i didn't add enough scara snark... And for those of you who didn't notice [name] is a MAN

[rotisserory]

Aventurine Is BPD Coded- Some Thoughts

Ahhh welcome back everybody to another installment of 'Rory writes a ridiculously long essay nobody asked for to shine light on characters who exhibit symptoms of borderline personality disorder so that we can learn to recognize symptoms portrayed in media that aren't just 'crazy manipulative abusive ex' and start to treat the disorder with a shred of compassion' !!

A good chunk of you follow me because of my essay I wrote on Reo Mikage from Blue Lock, my beautiful borderline princess, and I am PLEASED to announce that my essay is now the first result when you search 'Reo Mikage BPD' on Google, AND he has since been added to the BPD character database !! Saving the world one baddie at a time, no need to thank me B)

Today, I want to write something out that I've been dying to share. I think Aventurine can be read as a BPD coded character, and I think he would be able to cop a diagnosis should he go see a therapist (which we all know he CLEARLY has not done). I've been puttering around posting this because I've been spending so long on a full, all encompassing analysis of this sick blonde man, but I want to take a quick break and kick my feet over BPD Aventurine, so I invite you to come kick your feet with me!

Some context before I start:

1.) Borderline representation is extremely important to me. I've got the BPD / CPTSD combo meal, so I'm having TWICE the fun !! But seriously though, it's not easy being viewed as crazy and 'bad' all the time. Trauma disorders are rough enough as it is just to live with / overcome, but it's worse when there are books, forums, blogs, shows, ect. dedicated to hating you and talking about how evil you are. So, I get really excited when I spy BPD-coded characters (especially if they're likable people and not just ghoulish irredeemable villains or manic pixie dream girl characters). Fans, characters, and even Aventurine himself refer to him as 'crazy' 'insane' 'unstable' which only further rang my BPD bells because he's not crazy; he's just traumatized!

2.) I’m not a psych, so I obviously can’t diagnose real people, and don’t use any of this to diagnose yourself (I don't need the scandal!) I do, however, have a masters degree in English and structured the basis of my education and published my thesis on mental health, cluster B personality disorders specifically, so I read and research a LOT. I’m confident enough in my knowledge to diagnose anime characters (lol).

3.) If you're somebody who has a weird hangup about borderlines, feel free to either not read this, or do read it and soak up some useful information! Regardless, I know Aventurine fans can have some really wild takes (/neg) , so believe what you want at the end of the day! This is just my interpretation of what's festering in that sad brain of his. You can disagree all you want to, but what we're not going to do is spread hateful stereotypes or perpetuate negative stigmas about BPD! That's cornball behavior and I will call you out for it ^-^

CW for discussion of death, suicide, self injury, and identity disturbances

Anyways, if you ask me, Aventurine has a case of Beautiful Princess Disorder, and I'd like to explain why <3 So, buckle up! This will be another long one.

First, let me define BPD: it's a personality disorder characterized by a long-standing pattern of instability in mood, interpersonal relationships, and self-image. Though it's coined as a 'personality disorder', I urge you to look at it as a trauma disorder. People most often develop it when they are repeatedly traumatized during their formative years. It actually overlaps a TON with complex post traumatic stress disorder, which is why a lot of us baddies end up with both! (On that note, you could definitely view Aventurine as CPTSD-coded as well! I'm a stinky kinnie so I'll just say he's both <3) I won't preach too much on why it's so necessary to treat borderline as a traumatic stress disorder (since hopefully I'll be focusing my own personal academic research on that and I could yap for HOURS about it lol).

But when we look at BPD properly, it's evident that the basis of this disorder is that these people didn't have the opportunity to learn and foster proper emotional reactions. Because of the recurring traumatic events, sections of borderline's brains are underdeveloped as a result. They have a smaller amygdala and they have reduced volume in the prefrontal cortex, as well as other differences in brain development. I've heard it described as 'you were forced to learn some behaviors that helped you survive at one point in your life (for example, maybe fervent efforts to avoid abandonment, unstable emotional reactions, self harming tendencies, lying, mirroring, etc.,) but now you need to unlearn them, because they’re no longer helping you.'  They're trauma responses.

Aventurine shows us a perfect example of the kind of shit that would make someone develop BPD: dude grew up in extreme poverty, was constantly told he was special and he was supposed to bring good luck, watched his entire family and race die in front of him when he was literally still just a kid, was kidnapped and sold into slavery, was forced to murder roughly 34 people while everybody watched him like it was a game, probably went through several other fucked up things while he was enslaved, and then killed his slave owner and was promptly sentenced to death for it. That's...a whole lot of ridiculous trauma that would severely impact somebody's ability to mentally grow and develop correctly. The bulk of his childhood/adolescence was spent with no safety, no security, overwhelming guilt, constant fight or flight reactions, learning how to take on other personas to avoid violence or mistreatment – you get the point. He did not have a normal life and it is absolutely probable that he would develop a trauma disorder from the shit he's been through.

So then, what behaviors/signs does somebody need to exhibit to receive a Borderline diagnosis? The 9 diagnostic criteria for BPD are as follows:

1. Fear of abandonment

2. Unstable or changing relationships

3. Unstable self-image; struggles with identity or sense of self

4. Impulsive or self-damaging behaviors

5. Suicidal behavior or self-injury

6. Varied or random mood swings

7. Constant feelings of worthlessness or sadness

8. Problems with anger, including frequent loss of temper or physical fights

9. Stress-related paranoia or loss of contact with reality

As with my last post, I'm going to organize this based on the 5 immediate traits I think Aventurine exhibits most (you only need 5 out of 9 to receive a diagnosis, so let me cut to the chase and stop wasting your time w my yapping).

Fear of Abandonment:

Aventurine has a habit of wanting relationships and then pushing them away once they get too close. He also clearly has trauma associated with losing people prematurely.

First of all, let's look at Aventurine's tendency to view relationships as transactional. With the expectation that a friendship, partnership – whatever –  is mutually beneficial, that generally implies both parties will leave satisfied once the 'transaction' is complete. That’s his parting line in the game, actually! “Satisfied with our transaction, I trust?” 

That being said, he's already prepared for people to leave when they're done getting what they want from him. In one trailer (and the game) he refers to himself as "another cog in the machine known as the strategic investment department" and then says, "Your humble servant aventurine at your disposal [...] I can also play the role of ‘friend’ – if needed; Go ahead, use me as you wish, even stab me in the back if you see fit."

This is a very strange thing to say upon first meeting someone LMAO. He's speaking of himself like he's an object, rather than a person. Before the other party even says anything, he's basically saying 'hey btw if you end up disappointing me in some way, i'm already prepared for it!' Establishing relationships with the assumption that the other person will betray you/abandon you/hurt you in some way? Borderline behavior. God forbid somebody does try to break down one of these walls, we'll see Aventurine's second habit to avoid abandonment: pushing people away.

Something people don't necessarily consider is that ‘efforts to avoid abandonment’ doesn't always mean the person is on their knees begging you to not to leave them. It can manifest as someone being very flighty and purposefully cutting ties randomly/pushing people away from them so that nobody is able to abandon them. If you leave first, they can’t leave you, right? This is a very common behavior for borderlines to avoid the pain that comes with being abandoned.

The most notable moment of this, in my opinion, is when Aventurine tries to gaslight himself into thinking that Ratio really did stab him in the back during their ploy against Sunday. As we know, their fighting, bickering, and Ratio's 'betrayal' were all part of Aventurine's plan. When they leave Sunday's office, Ratio immediately asks if he's okay and if he needs help, and Aventurine is very dismissive/a little rude in his response. Ratio is confused because Aventurine is talking as if he wasn't the one who MADE this plan and TOLD Ratio what to do:

Aventurine is basically saying, "Hey babe this is not in the script we talked about! Let's stay on track, remember? You hate me, you betrayed me, and now you're leaving me!" And Ratio is like "Yeah okay but are you good? Because you don't seem good,” but Aventurine's heels are so far in the dirt at this point that he is NOT budging at all. When he's in the Trauma Maze, Future Aventurine grills him on this moment:

I get why this part confused some people; why would Aventurine think this when the plan was his idea in the first place? Because, he subconsciously doesn't want to get too attached to the idea that Ratio might ACTUALLY care about him or want to help him. He's forcing himself to think "no, that's not what he was doing, he was planning on actually ratting me out all along, he was only asking about my wellbeing to get in my head."

However, I think it's evident that Aventurine wants relationships/attention just as much as everybody else does, he just won't let himself have it. To further this idea, I think the lyrics to White Night (the Penacony trailer theme song) are worth looking at (these specifically):

I don't wanna be alone tonightOh, lead me with your altered signThere's no one else left for me to loseHeadin' to the other side, other side

I don't wanna be alone tonightI'll bring you to my best disguise'Cause you don't need, don't need to know the truthLet me rave forever in your life

The song is obviously about Aventurine when you look at the lyrics, but these lines in particular just further my point that this man does NOT like the fact that he's alone. He wants relationships, he wants closeness, but he rejects it at the same time out of fear that he might lose somebody prematurely again and doesn't want to experience being abandoned or being rejected for his personality (his real one or his fake one), which leads me to...

Unstable Self-Image; Struggles With Identity or Sense of Self:

The shift from Kakavasha to Aventurine screwed this guy up REAL bad. A MASSIVE part of Aventurine's character, in my opinion, is his struggle with his identity/sense of self. I mean, he literally had to kill off who he used to be in order to live how he's living now, and he didn't have much of a choice in the matter. Jade sums it up pretty well when Aventurine is sat before her on trial: 

Aventurine joining the IPC comes with the price of...well, becoming 'Aventurine'. Since I'm clocking him with a BPD diagnosis, the identity disturbance would have probably happened before this moment, and I think it did. I'll bet it started festering after that first massive traumatic event where he watched his family die and tried to rationalize how that was possible with his 'good luck' (since that was really the only consistent idea he had about himself), and it probably only got worse when he became fixated on the fact that whoever tf he is, he's only worth 60 copper coins (did the math – that's about $3). That's gotta cause some massive identity issues. He's coined as this ‘good luck charm’, this ‘blessed child’, a ‘beacon of hope for the Avgins’, and somehow, he ended up in the absolute worst situation possible while simultaneously dooming all of the Avgins (obviously not his fault, but he thinks it's his fault).

When Jade tells him to pick a new identity, ironically he picks one that is everything he probably grew to hate after his childhood/adolescence.

Associating with the wealthy? The rich were the people who paid to brand him and enslave him. The IPC? Promised to help the Avgins but disappeared when the Katicans invaded, then came back and kidnapped him to sell him as a slave. Now he's both wealthy and a part of the IPC, and you have to wonder how he truly feels about it. We'll look into that more later. Regardless, he's not really 'free' now, even if he isn't technically owned by a master anymore. He's chained to the IPC because this is life now; this is his identity. Where else would he even go? What else would he do? (Die, perhaps?) It's not like he can go home, or go live a peaceful life out on the countryside somewhere. He made 'Aventurine' his entire life and his entire personality. On that note, I really like this quote from his third character story:

“The aventurine, that symbol of power and of the future, is about to be officially handed to him — Yet it would have no more allure or value in his eyes as soon he obtains it, even though he had sought it by putting his life on the line.

He returns to his office in a daze. The aventurine stone emits a peculiar glow on his desk, seemingly congratulating and mocking him at the same time."Was luck truly on your side when you wrestled with fate?"”

Did he really luck out with this one? Comparatively, of course, this is better than his life as a slave, but he essentially just traded his rusted chains for golden ones. Becoming Aventurine might wind up bringing him a lot more pain than it was worth. 

Also, the outfit he chose? Covered in gold, fur, and jewels, all materials that somebody who knows nothing about being rich would assume rich people wear in excess. It's evident in his tacky taste (sorry honey I love you so much but the hat is just crazy work you look like a pimp) that he doesn't know anything about how to dress himself. And I bully him for being tacky but it makes sense! He dresses exactly how you'd think an out-of-touch billionaire would dress. Back to his sense of identity: it's very important to establish that Aventurine feels guilty about taking on this persona! That's all 'Aventurine' is: a persona. If he were to die tomorrow, the IPC would dust off that stone and give it to another bozo who would end up being the next 'Aventurine'.

While he didn't initially develop this personality subconsciously and it was a 'choice' to start playing this role (not that he had a plethora of alternative options), the perpetuation is damaging him mentally. He does a good job of keeping up the act, obviously. This theme that his entire personality is just one big act is overarching through the entire Penacony quest, but there's one moment in particular I really liked: when Sparkle is being a jerk and he has this offhand comment about how he's so frivolous, vain, and flashy, and how he'd hate to live anywhere where it rained since his outfit is too expensive to get wet.

Then, we have this interaction in the maze: Future Aventurine brings up the memory of him and his big sister playing dead, floating in bloody water to avoid being killed by the Katicans when they attacked. He mentions that it was his father's shirt, the last one his father left behind before dying, and that it was ruined. Aventurine says it wasn't ruined, and he's always kept it. (I wonder if that's the shirt he wore during his time enslaved?) Future Aventurine grills him and asks ‘why keep it? This new person that you are would never wear something so dirty and old. 'Aventurine' wouldn't want that old rag, it's not worth any money. 'Aventurine' would never splash around in murky water like that; he wouldn't need to.’ Nobody is hunting him, now he's the hunter. Future Aventurine makes the snide comment that he bets Aventurine wouldn't even dare to go outside in the rain, let alone do any of the things Kakavasha had to do, since he's so much more elite now. Aventurine, clearly hurt by the implication, says that even after all this time, he's never changed.

Of course, he hasn't. Deep down, no matter how much he tries to trick himself and everybody around him, he's still the same scared, traumatized boy he always has been. His future self chastises him for having an inferiority complex and mentions that with every gamble he makes, he has his left hand shaking in fear behind his back.

But the constant pull to push Kakavasha down and keep up this act that 'Aventurine' is the real him obviously perpetuated the identity disturbance in him and made it a hundred times worse, to the point where (as Future Aventurine points out) the hole he's dug is basically impossible to climb out of.

Because of this, I interpret Aventurine to constantly be struggling with his identity, not knowing who really exists under all the masks he wears, not knowing if he or anybody around him will ever figure it out. I imagine he feels very empty and unfulfilled, since as I mentioned in the abandonment section, he doesn't want to be alone. But the higher he climbs on the social ladder, the further he can separate himself from other people. This is a classic issue borderlines face. We masquerade as something we think the people around us will like, someone WE might like, but it always ends up leaving us feeling more empty than before.

(This is just an added bonus to chew on, but I got stuck on this line when I played through Penacony:)

Do you think once he became Aventurine and got the money and the resources, he researched toys that normal kids play with? Fancy ones like building blocks, stuff that he would have never been exposed to as a kid? Obviously baby Kakavasha would not know wtf building toys looked like, and I'm sure teenage Kakavasha didn't have the opportunity to browse toy catalogs. But, he recognizes the toy even though he says he's never played with them before. Maybe he considered buying it but decided against it, since it doesn't fit his new persona. Kakavasha doesn't exist anymore, so there's no reason to nurture that part of him. Anyways, just wanted to hurt y'all a bit more. Speaking of hurting ourselves:

Impulsive or Self-Damaging Behaviors + Suicidal Behavior or Self Injury:

I'm combining these two because my points kept blending together, so bear with me lol.

Aventurine is known for being incredibly reckless and putting himself in the path of danger over and over again. When discussing how he tricked Sunday with the Cornerstones, Future Aventurine asks:

I want to exaggerate how crazy it is (i can say that i'm also a bpd baddie) that he smashed his Cornerstone. I don't think a Stoneheart has ever done that before. Their stone is what makes them a Stoneheart. Ratio mentions that without it, Aventurine would be back to being nobody. Remember: that's what makes him Aventurine. You know, the persona that required him to kill off his former identity? Their Cornerstones are more important than the Stonehearts’ lives, as stated multiple times. But that's just it: Aventurine doesn't GAF about his life. He doesn't mind putting his life on the line to pull off his plan because he has that deep-rooted desire to punish himself for everything he thinks was his fault. He gets called out for gambling with his life multiple times during Penacony, and while most of the time it's reduced to him just being crazy (cough, bpd) or just having a severe gambling problem. Extremely hot take, but I think he gambles literally as another way to hurt himself. I mean, look at what he says when you ask about his hobbies:

"There's no denying it, my fascination is with the game of chance... be it the exhilarating rush of triumph or the extensive emptiness that follows, both are worth savoring, time and time again."

Being impulsive and risky, betting his life over and over –  it makes him feel alive. He knows the end result will hurt, that he'll have to face that 'extensive emptiness' and the extreme guilt he feels regarding his continued good luck, but he does it anyway.

Speaking of betting, his bets are always 'all or nothing', seemingly every time. Future Aventurine calls him out on always risking everything with every gamble, asking:

"Do you truly believe the greater the risk, the greater the reward?"

Or...do you just not care what happens to you? He doesn't need to risk a lot; he's never lost. He could bet the lowest amount and still win every time, and make a lot of money depending on what everybody else bet. In fact, that would actually be a better strategy in gambling (poker/black jack specifically), because it would insinuate that he's not very confident with his hand and prompt the other players to bet higher, assuming that they'll beat him.

I imagine he gets a shred of dopamine betting everything he has knowing that he'll probably win, but hey, who knows? Then after winning and multiplying everything he has, I imagine that 'extensive emptiness' that he refers to is the feeling of 'oh good, more money. More status. More success. A reminder that no matter what I do, I'm stuck here in this role forever.'

For some reason, he also thinks that taking risks makes him appear more confident and secure. He makes a show of always keeping up the big bets and he boasts about how successful he is, while clutching his hand behind his back thinking 'oh god, is this it? will I finally lose this time?' He brings this up when he's speaking with himself and he says, 'How could a weak person take such daring risks?"

Oh, the delicious irony.

That raises the question, though: if he wants to die so badly, why hasn't he yet? It's not like he had an easy life. He fought very hard to stay alive, so why does he act so recklessly now?

I think at his core, he's scared. Dying is scary. His family is there in the afterlife; would they be disappointed in the person he’s become? At the same time, being alive is exhausting. The constant emotional pain this guy probably deals with every day? It's gotta be heavy.

His behaviors around suicide remind of a classic passively suicidal person with BPD: maybe they don't necessarily want to die, but they're tired. They don't have an active plan, but If something is going to kill them, they're not going to move out of the way.

So, carrying out his Penacony plan makes sense. Of course he’s not completely sure what will happen when Acheron kills him, but because he doesn’t have anything to live for, he’s fine gambling with his life. He makes a show of finally throwing out every last chip, too, no longer clutching them under the table in fear. He was fine with smashing the Aventurine stone because it's not like he was planning on using it after his final show; the little bit of power it had left in it was more than enough.

That being said, we do have to address this little number:

Aventurine attempted several times in Penacony, he admits it flat out. The writers even went sofar as to bold this line specifically! I think this does also go hand-in-hand with him being passively suicidal, since he's pretty sure he'll live when he attempts in the dream, but he's gonna try it SEVERAL times just to be sure. Mentally healthy people wouldn't try it... once, Aventurine!

As if we needed more evidence that Aventurine constantly puts himself in danger, you know I HAVE to mention...the light cone:

n case you haven't read the description for this light cone, let me share it with you:

"You don't believe me?"He (Aventurine) provocatively looks at the man (Ratio) before him, then draws out a revolver, empties its cylinder, and leaves a single shot in the chamber.

"Seems like I'll need to get you up to speed on how I do things if our cooperation were to remain amicable."He pushes the gun into his opponent's hand, spins the cylinder, and points the barrel to his own chest.

He pulls the trigger repeatedly, and the smile on his face remains the same after three empty clicks."Life is a grand gamble, and I'll always be the final victor."

Now what the HELL is this? Mind you, this is the first time Ratio has met this man!!! Imagine you meet your new mission partner for the first time and he puts a revolver in your hand and fires it thrice, then leaves. WHO does that? (...a baddie, perhaps!)

I don't think it's a secret to anybody who has spent a reasonable amount of time around Aventurine that there's something off about him, and that there's a really deep sadness running through him. There's some instances where other characters mention his passive desire to die – A few quick examples I can think of:

The instance in Story IV with Opal:

"Maybe luck won't be on your side this time, and the bill for all your past good fortune will come due [...] But isn't that what you've been longing for?"

Opal implies Aventurine wants to fail on Penacony, which, as we've discussed, is an accurate assumption. Jade says something similar after Aventurine's stunt: when Topaz says the light in his stone went out, Jade replies by saying "he got what he wanted."

Also, I’d like to point out that Ratio must have been anticipating that Aventurine would do something rash, since he wrote that note (doctor's advice) long before he started grilling him after the meeting with Sunday.

It's also worth noting the nod to T.S Eliot's "The Waste Land" (a very long poem about life and death). You get the achievement Sibyl, What Do You Want? after playing through the past of Kakavasha's life, and once you defeat boss Aventurine, you get the achievement She Replied, I Want to Die. I don't think that one needs an explanation, but boy does it hurt! (There's other, smaller nods to him being suicidal, like the Waiting for Godot achievement – Google the story if you're unfamiliar. Not as relevant, but I must mention it bc it makes my english major brain go brrrrr)

Also, overspending/gambling/being loose with money is a very common vice for borderlines to indulge in and harm themselves with. It's also implied that he drinks a decent amount. I counted 6 bottles of SoulGlad in his hotel room just from the angles I could see, and he's shown to be passed out at the bar when Ratio goes to get him before they go on their little date-I mean, mission. Aventurine says 'he must have drank too much', and whether or not that was true is irrelevant since it was a believable enough claim that Ratio bought it.

Borderlines are (usually) self-destructive in some capacity, and while some very annoying people assume it's for attention, it's so much more common for it to be because our inner emotions are just so out of whack. Sometimes, matching the inner pain with outer pain is a way to cope. They might also do it to try and combat-

Constant Feelings of Worthlessness or Sadness:

Probably the most nagging, prevalent feeling Aventurine deals with is the constant feeling of worthlessness. One thing about this man? He hates himself. Like, really hates himself. Take a look at the missions during his maze in Penacony. This one is one of my favorites:

It doesn't get much more on-the-nose than him calling himself a selfish, useless loser. He gets stuck on that word, in particular. Loser.

Aventurine, at his core, views himself as a massive loser. Is that ironic because of how much he wins? Not really. Money and materials are just part of the Aventurine persona. He's 'rich' in stuff, but he's not rich in what he actually wants. I think it's obvious that if he had the option to quadruple his wealth or see his sister again just one more time, we all know what he'd be picking.

The only thing he wants is connection – connection with his mother, his father, his sister, anybody at this point – but he can't have it. His family has been dead for a long while, and as I discussed before, his fear of abandonment and his luck scare him away from forming any other relationships. 

This luck, this destiny to be blessed, leads him to reflect on his life a lot and wonder what the hell the point is. He treats himself like some sort of walking curse, because he's convinced that his luck is bound to hurt other people. Every time he wins, somebody else loses. The luck that keeps him safe destroys everybody else around him. As Future Aventurine puts it:

His luck is "built on the pain of someone" else. This perpetuates the constant feeling of guilt, which in turn, makes him feel worthless. Why is it him that's spared every time?

Then, right before you start his boss fight, Aventurine says,

"The architect's flawed stone, of no value at all."

Some people speculate he's talking to the MC when he says this, but I can't help but assume that he's referring to himself. Even if it was directed at the MC, so much of what Aventurine says in his bluffs and boasts are just digs at himself. He's sort of an expert at hating himself, and what do people who hate themselves do if not project? Especially when you consider the fact that aventurine is actually a really cheap, undesired stone. It's like $3 a caret and mostly only used to rip people off and pose as jade. I really don't think it's a coincidence that his character is based around a stone that is, essentially, worthless.

The way that Aventurine is also prone to giving people ridiculous amounts of money/gifts can be read as a frantic effort to keep relationships going and prevent people from leaving him (relating to my points on both his feelings of worthless and his fear of abandonment). He has a skewed view on relationships, since the only value that's ever been associated with him is monetary value and that of his 'luck', which in every context is spoken of as an asset to benefit people he cares about. His sister told him that his luck was 'the most precious wealth' of the Avgins and Jade sees him as an investment that can bring her more wealth because of his luck, but he views it as a massive burden that ends up wrecking everybody around him. So how does he prove to other people that someone as worthless as him should be allowed a seat at the table? Deep down, he thinks that he's still worth 60 red copper pieces, and he's desperate to show other people that he's worth more than that now – even though he doesn't believe it at his core. With all the money he wins now, he can throw it at people and say 'look, look how much money I'm worth now, you want me around because I can buy you anything you want, that's a useful quality in a friend!'

(I did use the 'seat at the table line' as a nod to what his slave master said to him when they were discussing his worth: "Don't forget your place, slave. You're not qualified to be at the table." Which is, painfully, what Aventurine says when you open up chests! He scoffs and says that "it's hardly enough for a seat at the table." :’) )

There is also, of course, Aventurine's overarching struggle with finding purpose in his life. We see a lot of his existentialism during his trauma maze, but at the end of his trauma maze, Future Aventurine finally stops ripping Aventurine a new one and is vulnerable for a second, saying he doesn't understand what he's ever done wrong to have suffered as much as he has.

Then, when he's in the Nihility and he's speaking to Acheron, making the decision on whether or not he even wants to keep going, he asks her:

As I said, he has this conversation with himself in the maze as well, but here he's actually being vulnerable and speaking to somebody else about it: what's the point in being alive if we're just born to suffer? If nothing else, this solidifies the emotional struggle that Aventurine is constantly having. I also think it furthers the idea that he has this nagging sort of emptiness inside of him which is another BPD trait: the feeling that you're empty at your core, and you're constantly trying to fill it with things (friends, money, substances, whatever) but nothing ever works. You worry if anything will ever make you feel 'whole' again, and pair with the the identity disturbance? You're left with a constant feeling of despair.

Other Points:

These are a few other random thoughts I have, inspired by in-game moments but I'm taking them for my own evil fiendish BPD narrative. Take them with a grain of salt.

I think the stigma he gets around 'being crazy' is really BPD-coded. Separate from the ridiculous discrimination he gets for being an Avgin where people assume he's a liar and wolf in sheep's clothing (which can this man catch a SINGLE break jfc), he also has this reputation of being crazy, insane, manipulative, cunning, and someone you want to avoid, which is more rooted in his reckless gambling habit and status with the IPC. Living with this reputation of being insane and unstable for...lowkey no reason at all? Very BPD coded. I think Aventurine leans into that stigma to keep people a certain distance away, but it also just ends up making him hate himself even more.

Also, his entire mantra is "all or nothing", which always rang my BPD bells as well. There's not a lot of gray area with him, which is a key trait in borderlines as we often display very black-and-white thought patterns.

In Conclusion:

I think Aventurine is a borderline princess <3

No but actually though, Aventurine is extremely smart, witty, funny, generous, and very kind-hearted, and he also happens to have a lot of BPD symptoms :^) I don't think it does any harm to view him as BPD-coded; in fact, I think it's great to associate positive, fan-favorite characters like this with BPD because it helps to humanize us. Borderlines are not violent, crazy maniacs, they're people who have been severely traumatized and developed some unhealthy habits because of it. They deserve love, respect, understanding, and communication, just as everybody else does.

If you actually made it this far, thank you for reading! I hope I was able to shed some light on Aventurine and his Symptoms. And, as I do in all of my BPD posts, here’s your reminder to kiss the borderline baddies in your life and tell them they’re important to you :^) Living with BPD is exhausting and I know I speak for all of us when I say that. We try so hard every day to stay positive and regulated, and though rewarding, it's exhausting and very hard work. Nothing makes us smile more than some recognition that we're trying our best !!

Till next time xoxo (and shout out to @roxirinart for helping me edit this monstrosity mwahhh mwah)

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Could you do headcanons for how the sv + sve bachelorettes get when they're a bit tipsy

I actually wrote earlier (like a year ago) on a similar ask, only it was almost all vanilla residents without Expanded mod. But I don't mind repeating it, it'll just be a little different! Thanks for the question, dear anon 😊❤️

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Given that Penny hates all alcohol and has sworn never to drink anything strong, she became intoxicated by accident, drinking a cocktail that the young teacher mistook for fruit juice. And she doesn't like this state. She feels tired, sleepy, dizzy... Why is she staggering around? How can her mother drink beer and like this condition? Penny wants to go home, to sleep and finally get rid of the feeling of intoxication. Oh, she doesn't enjoy drinking, that's for sure.

The party for Abigail was just beginning, woohoo! After a couple of delicious cocktails based on hard liquor, the purple-haired girl felt a huge rush of energy and euphoria. She was ready to drag Sebastian to the dance floor, challenge Sam to a duel in an arcade machine, or something else crazy. But also when drinking alcohol, Abby could be a little aggressive. It even got to the point where she threatened a rude tourist with a sword (now there's a "No swords" sign in the Saloon. Sorry, Farmer).

Haley doesn't often go to the Saloon, preferring to drink liqueurs and martinis at home. In principle, two small glasses of sweet, strong alcohol are enough for a girl to tell herself to stop. In light intoxication, she becomes chatty, cheerful and flirtatious, sometimes a little capricious. But if she miscalculates and drinks too much, she gets sad and tearful (then nauseous and headachey. Ugh, hangovers suck).

Maru was very curious about what the strawberry wine she had been given for her birthday tasted like... Just a quarter of the bottle, and the young inventor left the rest for later, as she treats alcohol responsibly. With the alcohol in her blood, Maru became very talkative: a whole stream of words about her future inventions seemed to know no end. And she would talk even if no one was listening and until intoxication made her sleepy. So the most common condition is talkativeness and sleepiness.

Leah usually prefers to have a couple of glasses of wine at home, alone, after a finished sculpture or painting. Or in the company of a dinner of fresh salad or delicate goat cheese at the Saloon. Alcohol always makes her feel relaxed, and the ginger haired artist will gladly surrender to the hands of calm and serenity during a well-deserved break. Leah is pretty well tempered in terms of drinking, but always drinks in moderation as she's not too fond of losing her motor coordination.

A couple of speciality cocktails, the recipes of which were invented by Emily herself - and the blue haired girl will turn from an energetic and joyful person into a more energetic and joyful person. She can't sit still, she needs to move, she needs to have fun and she needs others to have fun too. No aggression, just a lot of movement. Most of the time Emily goes straight to the direction of the dance floor. Tolerates strong alcohol quite well, but she rarely drinks and doesn't allow herself to do so at work in the Saloon.

Sophia owns a Bluemoon vineyard, works there alone, and naturally also tastes the wine she makes before bottling it. Just a little bit, but enough to make her feel quite normal from a couple of three strong cocktails in the Saloon with friends. Sophia can get a little louder and more chatty, sometimes she might giggle loudly at some funny joke or wave her arms around, but overall alcohol doesn't change her too much.

As with Penny, Claire has no tolerance for alcohol and would rather have a cup of tea than wine or whiskey. And so it came to pass that Claire also accidentally took a sip of some strong drink, mistaking it for something else, and what she feared - a headache - began. A severe, unbearable headache from even the smallest amount of alcohol in the body. So when she drank alcohol, Claire's face would be creased with a dull ache, and she would be weak, sad, and slightly irritable.

No strong wine in the Ferngill Republic can make Olivia lose her ability to adequately assess her state of mind or darken her eloquence. She doesn't drink several bottles of dry red wine in one sitting, of course not, but the former Joja accountant has been visiting many wineries since she was 20 years old to try out different types of wine. Some people might think that Olivia gets a little impatient (even flirtatious for some) after the fourth glass, but no wine will make her say or do anything indecent.

[trainfanz]

Further ramblings on London 2024 as I've now had a chance to listen to it! Below the cut! (I can't send out the audio, sorry.) SPOILERS ABOUND!

ACT ONE

"Stop that boring music!" IS GONE!

There really isn't a lot to separate the additional trains. Their introductions and little pre-race mantras are all "They're fast!"

Al Knott sounds great.

I appreciate they rewrote Crazy to actually make it more of an intro song for Rusty instead of just sticking it there.

Arguing before 'I Am Me' is hard to follow with no visuals!

"Friends!" "Friends!" "More than friends?!" "-just friends." HAHA

"Trucks will identify themselves! Fuel Trucks!" Honey, they're all fuel trucks.

Freight really doesn't get to finish and I don't think I really like that.

Stopping here to say that Hydra is the standout of this new incarnation. Going into his little mantra at every applicable moment and annoying everyone else is hilarious.

AC/DC is... fine. Still prefer the older sound.

New take on Pumping Iron however is pretty good!

I want to see Control offering Pearl a spot to sit so bad.

"Please welcome to the other side of the tracks: Momma McCoy." "HOW WE DOIN?!" That's great.

Shoutout to them for using my preferred little outro ditty for the blues. Hard to explain what I mean.

I get that the 4th qualifying engine isn't integral to the downhill final but to only have 1 winner in Race 2 feels weird.

Surprise El DeBarge Lyrics???

ACT TWO

The Rap is pulling a lot from the first two incarnations - "Race Time" shows up in the megamix but not in the actual song.

Dinah UGLY crying hhhh

Slick gets her own take on Wide Smile. Not sure if I like it but it's definitely unique.

Still think what immediately follows Race 3 ends up being 2 versions of the same scene stuck together, but that's not this production's problem.

It stings that Right Place, Right Time is gone. I get that it doesn't really work with the fuel trucks as apposed to the Rockies but I miss it!

No awkward key change in Starlight Sequence!! (If you've heard the current German version, you know.)

For how integral to the plot he is I expected Hydra to get a little more of his own number, but the "It's not a matter of if, it's a matter of when" is the most song he gets and the rest is just talking.

Aaand here's Lord Andy's big twist, Rusty explicitly converts himself to run on hydrogen. More on this in a few lines!

They REALLY get their mileage out of what they got Lord Andy to write for this production.

Ok, I see what people mean by them altering Prusty in 2017 to fit 'I Do' better instead of changing the song again. I get it now. I think.

Even as a sapphic, Greaseball still can't spell.

New lyrics in Light At The End of The Tunnel is WEIRD.

I don't hate that they try to work in a message about clean fuels but at the same time I don't think its necessary? Was the original Starlight really meant to convince the audience that coal is the future in real life? Not really. Especially at the end things feel a bit heavy handed but again, I don't HATE it.

Still amazed I am open to/liking this new take on Starlight as much as I am.

[mikaikaika]

Hello I've seen you around the QSMP spaces a lot, but I'm curious!! Do you have any cool headcanons you wanna share?

Hey anon! Thanks for the question and sorry if it took me a while I was recollecting my thoughts. I don't have any set hcs but a few thought sparced around here and there so here they are. They are mostly about the eggs but some people found their way in

Tallulah has all of Wilbur's letters memorised and she repeats them when she finds herself in danger. However sometimes Chayanne hears her muttering in her sleep and if he pays attention he can hear the repeat of Wilbur's words.

Richarlyson does not like to take baths due to his parenthood side that comes from Catboy Cellbit

Flippa and Tilin were very clumsy and often got injured so they had a bet going on with each other about who can convincingly tell their parent the most batshit crazy getting injured story without worrying them too much. Their record was never broken despite their exaggerated shenanigans

Missa was the better chef of the house who used to make diverse meals. Seeing him Chayanne took up cooking because he wanted to help after he saw how exhausted Phil was while taking care of two kids. It now helps him make proper use of all the potatoes and now he has one more skill he can use to provide for his loved ones incase they are stuck in danger

Not mine but someone had a hc that Antoine is an alien due to his moon and the tomska sketch he was a part of. I just wanna add to it that that is the reason his mc skin is layered with an outer layer. So it is him trying to imitate huamans and trying to fit in. That's the reason he has like three faces cause he wanted to fit in by doing his best attempts possible

Since Phil said they shop at hot topic cause they're a emo family, I think Tallulah hates it, so as a little sign of rebellion she keeps choosing tshirts with the most ridiculous captions to take home like one that says "crazy plant lady" with weed on it but Tallulah insists it represents her venues or anything over the top pink that she can find there like I'm talking mable pines level fluffy

Dapper is really good at doing rubix cubes and loves them but Ramon absolutely hates due to how engrossed Dapper got when he was learning it

As Chayanne grows up he end up outgrowing his duck floatie. So he ,with the help of Ramon and dapper, devises a belt with a duck belt buckle on it that can turn into a floatie anytime it is required. It comes in handy more often than you think.

Baghera is deathly afraid of snakes cause she's a duck

Cellbit's family are his anchor anytime his past comes haunting him back. He often gets nightmares that wake him up but all it takes is him seeing the picture of Richarlyson with he Favela Five or turning to his side and seeing the face of his sleeping husband and with one squeeze of his hand - Cellbit comes grounded back to reality and peacefulness.

When he's outside and people are accusing him of being a traitor or when things get too rough, you would often find Cellbit toying with his ring. It serves him as a reminder that his past is behind him and now he's in a better place and no matter what he would always have someone looking out and waiting for him - something he has never had before

The dragon colours that the eggs would be turned into coincides with the signs they use. Flippa's would be green similar to what gegg uses, Bobby's was brownish since he used normal signs, Tilin's would be slight orange as hers was red but she passed hers down to Pomme and Trump is light blue since his was blue but he passed it down to Richarlyson as Richas is more socially "loud" than he is

If Tilin and Juanaflippa were still here, their name together with Tallulah would have been TFT trio

Pac paints his nail but it's always chipped due to him working with Mike but you would never see it completely gone and no one knows how/when Pac reapplies and redamages it

Also I love this hc that all the partners of the people on the server are some kind of godly entity with specific powers that tie into the story

[viscerax]

Nature Channel

Tim isn't exactly a deep sleeper by any means. Years of being awoken by nurses doing checks, nightmares, or things along those lines, sort of messed up his circadian cycle. So he's not surprised when even the faintest of murmurs wakes him up.

He hesitates to even open his eyes or get up, but as his brain continues to wake up, he realizes that hearing talking in his situation wasn't exactly ideal. There was a possibility it was just his brain playing tricks, but in case it wasn't, in case someone else really was in the room with him and Jay, he needed to check.

Tim sat up with a groan, eyes adjusting as they were bombarded with a blaring light from the TV. As his eyes adjusted, he found the source of the noise to be the shitty hotel TV. He thought Jay might have left it on before he went to sleep, but a swift glance to the bed next to his disproved that. Jay was sat nearly at the foot of the bed, eyes fixated on the TV screen like it was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen.

"Jay?" Tim called out in a groggy voice, and the other snapped his head back to look at Tim.

"Shit, sorry Tim. Did I wake you?" Jay scrambled to find the remote and turn the TV off, but Tim cleared his throat and shook his head.

"No, no its fine. I was bound to wake up soon anyways." Tim sighed and looked back over to the TV. "What are you watching?"

Jay sighed and looked back to the program on the TV. "Oh. Uhm, the nature Channel. They're doing a documentary on birds. It's kind of dumb, though. I was gonna turn it off soon and-"

Tim let out a chuckle, shaking his head as he sat up and scooted to the end of his own bed so that he was closer to Jay.

"Oh yeah. You looked real bored staring at that screen like a kid watching cartoons." Tim teased, although it didn't have the sour edge that Jay was used to when it came to Tim's mockery. Come to think of it, Tim had been a bit less antagonistic as the days went on. He supposed that was sort of necessary since they were practically living together. Still, the soft banter was something Jay was so unadjusted to ever since him and Alex stopped talking. At least when Tim was being rude, Jay knew how to deal with that. He knew how to retaliate. Now, though, Jay didn't have a clue on what he was supposed to say or do.

He didn't have to say anything, because Tim spoke up for him. "Im just messing with ya. I don't really care if you like nature documentaries. I just don't get why you feel like you need to hide it." Jay dared to glance over and found Tim staring back at him. He caught his eyes for a moment before turning his head back to the screen.

"They were talking about common bird species in Eastern America. They were talking about blue Jay's and-" Jay let out a soft chuckle, as if he were reminiscing on old times. "That's where I got my name, y'know. I just always thought Jay had such a nice ring to it."

Tim smiled, a soft smile that Jay just hated because it made him feel so vulnerable and understood and he couldn't stand it. He wished Tim would just make fun of him already.

"I think Jay fits you." Tim added, and Jay sighed, pulling his knees close to his chest and resting his chin on them. "There was a group of birds that used to nest outside my window at the hospital. You remind me of them."

Jay, curiosity piqued, looked over to Tim. "How so?"

"Annoying, mostly. Waking me up way too early than necessary." And there it was, the antagonistic remarks that Jay was used to. But they still didn't feel right. They didn't hold the same weight. "But they were alright, sometimes. They felt like my only conpanions sometimes, I didn't really get along with a lot of the other kids. Turns out I was even more crazy then the 'crazies'. But the birds didn't know that. Or they didn't care." Tim let out a chuckle, that sounded more like he was trying to clear his throat before words started bubbling in his throat.

Jay feels his lips pulling into a smile, his own face betraying his will to remain straight-faced and uncaring.

"Birds are like that. Unbothered by their surroundings. Doesn't always do them good though, if the countless times I've seen a bird slam into a window has anything to say about it." Tim remarks and Jay grimaced. He thinks about the loud thump and a bird falling limp, and he can't help but mourn the imaginary bird he just watched die in his head.

If Jay thinks about it too hard, he feels like he can pick up some implications of his and Tim's relation to eachother. But he decides he doesn't want to think about it too hard. Doesn't want to consider that Tim might be growing fond of him, and doesn't want to consider himself being the bird flying into the glass window. So, he just nods and turns his attention back to the TV.

The two of them sit, absorbing eachothers presence while their gazes are fixated on the screen, the both of them stealing glances when they think the other isn't looking. Jay makes a few comments here and there about the show, dropping a plethora of facts on Tim that he surely will not remember in a few days.

Soon enough, the program is over and the channel tells of some upcoming program about some fishermen going out and catching 'lake monsters'. Jay laughs at the absurdity and switches the TV off, crawling back to his spot on his bed. Tim falls back asleep, and Jay is left to listen to his snores until he eventually does the same.

[tae-shimura-is-my-wife]

They aren't shoujo but...

Originally I wouldn't post it because I didn't wanna to cause controversies and thought it was silly, but this has been annoying me for a while so here we go...

The idea that shoujo is any mang/anime containing romance is annoying and tiring when it's a diverse demographic, and is even worse because a lot of people use the "romance" aspect as a way to dumb down the demo, so I really understand shoujo fans frustrations with it but there's certain mangas that folks get PISSED OF when most think they're shoujos even insinuating it's a completely crazy statement which in my opinion isn't fair.

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Apothecary Diaries

Let's start with this one, that actually is the one which makes me more annoyed (and novel fans too)

Apothecary Diaries is a light novel that was published digitally, since LNs don't have demographics like mangas, they're categorized as joseimuke (for women/girls) or danseimuke (for men/boys), and guess what? It was written by a female author aimed at a female audience oh wow! "But the manga adaptation is a seinen!" yes, but this isn't a strong argument when code geass manga is a shoujo and we know very DAMN WELL women aren't the target audience for it 💀. Also an interesting thing to note is the (printed)novel beloging to square enix and they don't have a josei demographic, so it didn't have much chances of getting labeled as their og target audience.

Also it's kinda funny that people got kinda pissed at the notion of elements that could intend it being for women like Maomao herself or Jinshi (there's plenty of Jinshis in joseimuke medias so why they got mad) and it's especially funny because jp otaku men hated it when the anime aired, calling Maomao ugly and annoying, saying that Jinshi is too unrealistic and it's a female power fantasy why this is a bad thing help .

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Horimiya

Recently I discovered a lot of people hate that anime/manga and hate the fl, welcome back Toradora! Now to our shounen or... not exaclty? It was published in Monthly G Fantasy a manga magazine known for their bishounen characters and fanservice for fujoshis; some of their titles are Black Butler, Jibaku Shounen and they also do the manga adaptation of Twisted Wonderland a joseimuke game,

Despite being a shounen jp sites sell them in the joseimuke category and some of their titles can be found in the female aisle alongside with shoujo and josei and most of the information of the magazine is focused on it young female readers, which is ironic since other magazines don't keep ofuscating their male readers y'know, but looking at what is published there is kinda obvious the actual male demographic is almost inexistent.

Now to the actual manga, let's be for real Miyamura ALONE is a reason to why most wouldn't think this is for men yeah bishounens exist in male demographics but not in romances, it's literally a recurring joke on how shounen romance girls look stunning meanwhile the men are average as hell, but in Horimiya is the opposite, look Hori is super pretty but compared to Miya she gets overshadowed to the point HE is the main selling point of the series.

Since i talked about Miyamura being the main point, this is also a reason why much wouldn't think this is for men, generally the idea of shounen romances is getting a perfect waifu, she's the main point, a girl that a guy would dream have, but when Horimiya launched actually the girls were fantasazing about Miya and they still do! Miyamura has more merch than Hori and look it's basically IMPOSSIBLE to have anything of a male character in a male targeted romance, since the idea is to you collect and appreciate your 2d gf, just search for popular shounen and seinen merch of that genre and see what I'm talking about.

To finish Horimiya most jp sites tag it as "for girls" manga and it's not even because of being a romance as many would think, since Blue Box and Kaoru Hana are sold as shounen in the same stores, so yeah maybe people weren't that crazy about calling it shoujo 😆.

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Skip and Loafer

And last but not least Skip to Loafer you probably would be thinking "this chick gonna say this shit is secretely a seinen shoujo?" but no! It magazine is pure seinen, so if this isn't from a proto-shoujo magazine, neither having the a adaptation being joseimuke why is it here? Simple the content, Skip to Loafer is a coming of age story about a high school girl that focus on growing up, female friendships, characters emotions and has realistic deciptions of girlhood, hmm where did these things are more common? Which demographic would have something like that? It's obvious guys c'mon! The only thing that makes it not be a shoujo is the label, to the point where a lot of shoujo fans thought it was one and it's constatly compared to kimitodo, also the author already wrote bl and josei before so it's not like people are completly crazy thinking this could be for girls, and let's be honest, do you really think this is a series which the target audience are adult men? SERIOUSLY?

And yeah there's some men that said this is better than shoujo and stuff, but if it was shoujo they would say the same shit, saying "it's not like the other shoujos" how they did with Yona, Fruits Basket, Rayearth and even Sailor Moon recently and please stop letting dumb dudebros that don't even know what shounen or seinen is affect you that much, most of the fans are women both in jp and west, and most of them already watched shoujo before.

Just to conclude that part and also adding some things seinen and shoujo line sometimes can be very blurred, a lot of shoujo authors are or were seinen writers, also Kageki Shoujo were a seinen before moving to Melody and Orange moved to a seinen mag.

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And to finish I understand the frustration of people recommending this series instead of actual shoujo ones (except Apothecary Diaries bc it is for women), especially because the manga community tend to snob shoujo series and see them as lesser just for being targeted at girls, demographics do matter! But I don't think is fair to get pissed off at people interpreting these works as targeting girls, considering they do have a female appeal and were purposely created that way by its women mangaka. I still think the real enemies are the ones calling Nisekoi, My Dress Up Darling, Rent a Girlfriend a shoujo💀.

[ms0milk]

What i like about this chapter is that Bakugou is, in the grand scheme, not much a part of it, but is clearly down horrendous. Down stupid. Obsessed even. He is a crazy person who gravitates towards even crazier people so he seems normal in comparison, and reader is fucking nuts (as is our RIGHT).

I bet out of all of the feelings he felt when reader crashed the ball, the first and most important feeling was this giddy thrill that he's the reason for it. Reader can't behave themselves and it's because of him and they're both so fucking nuts. Its a Mutual Peacocking attraction ritual where both subconsciously compete for the most jaw dropping unhinged abnormal display of devotion instead of just holding hands. Right now Reader is winning because they keep almost dying in Bakugous arms (unfair advantage, as it is their job, but even still they manage to perform it with such gusto that you're thrown). no matter how much takoban royalty hates these alderan visitors, you KNOW this moment is going to become folklore. Oh the king apparent and his kight? Two beasts in love? In 20 years takoban bodice rippers are going to all be reskinned Bakugou x reader fanfic of some kind.

Anyway I think Takoba should be burned to the ground because this place is speed running giving people the most acute trauma. love and light to the Todoroki family they need to be overthrown and forced to become farmers because what the fuck do you mean "She wanted to flame to be blue :)" blue fire killed my grandma what the hell were you all thinking. This place sucks I wanna go home.

I do like to think that like... once reader is dancing peruro some of the takoban staff and royalty are like "oh wait they're not that crazy they're just stressed all the time." That's my headcannon. Fix it fic in the works where everybody who was mean to reader apologizes.

Kisses, brother. great work as always

their relationship is so important to me, i just think bkg’s type here is House Fire and reader is desperately trying to firefight without realizing she’s the arsonist . atp you understand these two better than i do, i love how wild reader has gotten (as is your right🙂‍↕️) and it’s insane how generous this message is thank you thank you!

bkg looking like the most normal person here and he is so cripplingly whipped for this exhausted little lady (feral) (/pos) LOVE your interpretation of his thought process at her entrance, LOVE the biblical-level meet cute these takobans are gonna be jerking it to for the next generation, LOVE your takoban bomb threat. blue fire actually mugged me at gunpoint and i was laughing so hard through half of this message i had to read it thrice with tears in my eyes

theres so much this horrible tense kingdom leaves unsaid abt their thoughts on these guests but i too like to speculate bc really, when you think about it, takoba is kinda just full of really normal people who dont get paid enough. “just fucking kiss about it” i’m sure every singed member of the castle is pleading. maybe it’ll make them leave faster

[xinnamonbun]

...YOU KNOW WHAT- F IT!

SHIP KIDS!

I'm not going to do anything with them but they have been rotting away in my drawing app for months, they deserve to breathe (also because they've been in there for months these drawings are old and as such I HATE them; burn the old art with fire)

Napoleon Ice Cream (Berry/Vanilla/Coco): Bot/Goo

The youngest; would be adopted YEARS after the second youngest is born; yes this means test tube and fan would be grandparents

I remember I loved these three so much, but looking back it's something about them doesn't look right- and also very original personalities were just so one dimensional (shy/happy/silly; from left to right) I still think that the idea of them being an object version of conjoined triplets is fun though.

Candy Apple: Marshmallow/Apple

Second youngest; was raised in the mansion; got bow from Aunt Bow as a birthday gift

Genuinely was a character that I think had potential if i was to do anything with them. They were just kind of silly and they were fun to imagine shenanigans with. I also had this thing where everyone else would think of her as "the crazy homeschooled until 3rd grade ghost believer"

Hurling Ball: Baseball/Nickel

3rd youngest; definitely a bit on the rude side but more in like the older brother way (like he'll pick on his friends and other ship kids but if you make fun of them he will destroy you mentally and physically; their best friend is Hot Air Balloon (more on that later)

I honestly thought he was boring before but weirdly I think he would have been one of the more interesting ship kids, weird how time changes people's perspective. Also some fun peace of trivia they were originally going to be a steel Ball but because I was obsessed with originality after I found out someone else already did that I tried to find another ball and hurling Ball looked good enough (tbh I don't even remember what sport his ball is from)

Paprika: Salt/Pepper

4th youngest; just like her moms; considered pretty

She's just a Blue's Clues reference. She is the most boring one on here.

Golden Cup: Trophy/Cheesey

5th youngest; loves pranks; would be a part of the mean girls.... that I never fleshed out-

The second most boring. It's unfortunate that her design ended up being the most simple because this was the FIRST one I did. Originally she was going to be a yellow cab but she was going to be a mug specifically so I could have a pun on there for cheesy but it ended up looking too clunky so I ended up going up this instead (I should have gone with the pun mug)

Hot Air Balloon (Balloon Jr.): Suitcase/Balloon

5th oldest; shy; despite the previous trait EXTRAORDINARILY protective of his friends; best friends with Hurling Ball

For this genuinely being my favorite ship surprisingly I didn't think of much for him. SIKE I MADE A WHOLE ARC OF HIM NOT WANTING TO BE BABIED BY HIS PARENTS. Kind of made him have a hole rebellious teen arc in which part of it is because of influence from Torch- oh right I scraped them because of my originality rule. So now they're arc doesn't make sense because I never even designed their love interest that causes half of the arc...great

Lamp: Lightbulb/Paintbrush

4th oldest; likes bossing other kids; has temper issues (geez wonder where those came from)

her whole thing is that she genuinely loves the world around her and constantly wants to explore it but because of the fact of if she gets too angry her light bulb explodes (and causing her to pass out and if not treated die) she's constantly pushed away from pursuing what they want to do in life which ironically has the opposite effect and ends up with them slowly bottling everything in (at least trying to) until it explodes in their face (literally IN their face)

Cucumber Salad: Taco/Cucumber (OC)

3rd oldest; has trust issues; has lived with her her whole life yet knows nothing about her mom

I've explained the absolute TEA that is the Taco drama when it comes to cucumber salad and I don't want to explain it again so if you want to know that whole story go here. She has no idea who her father is until much later in the story and as such Taco is her single mother. As for cucumber salad herself her trust issues are immaculate and what that basically means is that you cannot have a normal conversation with her without her demonizing you in her mind. Her one and only friend is Edge (we'll get to that in a little bit). Originally her and Ed were written into be love interests but WAY later for drama reasons I decided I wanted pickle and cucumber to be brothers... WHICH MADE THE SHIP REALLY BAD SO I SCRAPPED IT. I'm still in the fence about pickling cucumber being Brothers but I don't want to risk it so yeah the crush thing is scrapped. Unfortunately I realizing I didn't have a lot of her personality planned out cuz I was so distracted by tacos drama. Most scenarios I thought of with her was her realizing everything her mom has done in the past and/or the fact that she was a mistake-

Straight Edge Paring Knife: Knife/Pickle

2nd oldest; therapist friend; is it dumb in the smartest way possible

His entire personality was basically being the therapist friend and being smarter than he gave himself credit for. Like with more logic focus stuff he's terrible but when it comes to pretty much anything mentally he's as smart as a wise old man that's already lived life. A little bit of this comes from knife but a lot of it doesn't both pickle and knife are very confused on how they're son is so emotionally intelligent. He considers cucumber salad a friend but not a best friend unlike her (ouch)

Candelabra: Silver/Candle

Oldest; well at least she would be if she wasn't the only scrapped character that I've drawn

I forget what her personality was going to be before the most part she was pretty much just this elegant refined person. She was scrapped because I kid you not literally a couple HOURS after I drew her I came across an ask blog that also had a candelabra in it. Don't get me wrong I'm very appreciative is that I found it and it's one of my favorite Tumblr blogs to date (and is also run by one of my mutuals) However again I had a huge "all of the ship kids I make must be original objects with no exceptions!" thing so because of this I scrapped her immediately.

Closing thoughts:

This was a nice trip down memory lane, but if I was ever to actually make a ship kids thing then they would be redesigned, rewritten, and in certain cases replaced. Some of these designs are horrendous to look at looking back and/or are just boring. I'd want to rewrite a lot of their personalities and stories at the very least to make them feel more dimensional. And for certain characters I don't know if I'd want them to exist at all (mainly golden cup)

[retrobeanzz]

Husk X Short! Reader (M/F)

( here's the Husk x reader I wrote on WattPad originally; decided to post it here too- why not 🤷‍♀️)

It's a rainy, gloomy day. Most demons are asleep in bed by now; of course, there's some that stay up 24/7 wondering what the hell they're doing. (Sponsored by coffee) You see a few demons here and there, what are you doing up so late you wonder? You got both you and your Buddy Husk a small treat from the store a few blocks away. Some chocolate and a new thing of booze, his favorite kind that he doesn't sell. Soon you make it back, you can't use the main doors due the safety standards, because it's locked. So you go to the back where Husk let's you in...

Present time:

"So, whatcha go getting this time?" Husk says looking down at you, then the few bags you were carrying. "Movie night, it's late and it's been raining all day and night.. why not?" You smile as you look up at husk, as he's looking at you confused. "You don't drink booze.. I can tell what's inside that damn thing.. shorty..". He ruffles your hair as he chuckles, you pout at him. "But hey, seriously.. why the booze? I thought you hated that stuff.." Your smile widens as you drag him upstairs and make it to your room. The room has small LED lights that shine a dark blue. The TV has a fireplace background playing as you close the door behind you, husk looking around confused. "What's all this Shorty..?" He stops to look back at you. "Movie night for me and you. I got your favorite booze and got myself chocolate.." Y/n is smiling and looking at him nervously waiting for a response, he's in awe. "I never expected this.. y/n m/n.. no one's ever been this nice to me.. I-I.." he sits on the bed and holds the booze. You get on the bed and start looking for a movie, you find his favorite without him noticing; because he's staring at the booze.. thinking.. After repeating his name a few times he finally stops zoning out. "O-oh um.. sorry just thinking.." he looks up and sees the screen. " Is that.. (F/M)?! This movie is great!" He looks at the TV, his eyes shining like an innocent child receiving a toy. "Wow.. we both like this movie huh.?" You play the movie, as more time goes by, the more you eat your chocolate.. the more he drinks his booze. He rubs his eyes and looks at you, looking at your eyes.. nose.. lips.. slowly going lower and lower. "Hey husk, my favorite part is coming up! See? Look!-.. husk? You okay- oh my.. you drank all of it!?" You pause the movie and hold his hands, looking up at him. "Husk.. you idiot..are you feeling okay..?" Y/n looks at his eyes with a caring expression. He leans in and rests his head on top of yours. "Hey..! I'm not a stool.."

He sits up a little and kisses your neck passionately, holding your hands more; with a loving grip. His grasp, his mind going crazy; all he cares about is you.. and only you.. he places kisses all over your neck and collar bone.. Y/n is speechless and let's him continue, gripping his hands more than before. "You are my home y/n.. I.. really love you" He sits up and looks down at you. You look up at him in shock, with love marks on your neck and chest. "Husk.. is that really you.. or..-" Y/n is cut off by him as he kisses them, his lips are soft with a taste of strong booze; it's addicting. Being short gives him an advantage of this movie night.. giving you kisses and loving words.. holding you close..

(Lemon Part) As he rubs your shoulder down to your stomach slowly; your breaths are getting shorter and lungs are getting heavy. He stops right at your panties and looks at you, looking for approval. His eyes never looked away from you, your body was a work of art in his eyes.. Never wanting to ruin such beauty.. You nod yes but he replies "I wanna hear it.. Let me know if you're comfortable.."

You replied "Yes Husk.. I'm comfortable with this.." After saying that, he rubs your thighs and opens your legs slowly; he leans down and cups your cheek gently. Looking into his eyes, you place your soft lips on his; he ends up squeezing your thigh and pulling you close to him. He pulls away for a second and looks at you; seconds later he slams his lips onto yours to only slide his tongue in. At this point both of your tongues are dancing with lust. You feel something poke your left thigh, it feels hard and wet. You wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the breathtaking kissing being done.

He slowly starts to grind on you; he starts to make small grunts and gripping you more. After a few minutes he goes faster and freezes up. You pull away from the kiss and look down, you see husk panting hard, looking where he's looking, you see white liquid above your panties and all over your thighs. His seed was warm and wet, perfect lube for what was about to happen next. You were already wet and ready for this demon to be inside you; looking at him he stays in place, catching his breath. You open your legs more and see his hard penis, it was a light red like his wings. "You sure you.. wanna do this?" He asks getting closer to you. "Please husk.. I want this more than anything.. I trust you with my body.." With those words came more than one thing.. He only moved your panties to the side while you were still wearing them; he aimed and leaned down as he slipped inside. He firmly yet lovingly gripped your thighs and started moving a little faster than you were expecting.

He looks at you with such care and lust in his eyes that, you can't look away. "Husk.. Are you wearing a.." before you could finish he nods yes. "I'm wearing a condom.. don't worry sweetheart.." You grip his arms as he moves his hips in circles, making the pleasure double. He's definitely done this before, it's been a hot minute though.. you both could hear your hearts racing as you both moaned each other's names. Hot breath and moans late at night made things spicier for the both of you. You felt him starting to go faster, then slower; it was a pattern you figured out. Both bodies, naked, melting in pleasure from the amazing sex.

He starts to slow down and push harder and harder with each thrust, looking at you; your face was quite lewd. He took it as you were close and kept slamming his hips. "Husk..I.." You gasped and your back arches from pleasure. He pushed hard when you came and it makes you moan louder. After a few seconds he starts going faster. He's about to finish too; he's panting hard and his wings twitch a little. He gasps a little and pushes a little and you feel the condom fill up with his warm seed.. (Five minutes pass..)

He finally pulls out and throws the condom away, then lays next to you. You both just had the best sex in years, you can't even remember the last time you even did.. He gets up and gets a small towel and cleans you up a little.. (aftercare ✨💅)

He then snuggles next to you, spooning you gently and holding you close to him. You smile and snuggle up to him. He pulls the blanket up with his tail. His lips met the back of your head, placing a small kiss. You both soon fall asleep..

Morning:

Last night was probably the most tense and exciting time you've ever experienced; losing yourself in a ball of noises and becoming a beautiful duet with your song. You fall asleep soon after and.. well.. so does he.. he told y/n before falling asleep that, he really loves y/n. --- Husk wakes up to see you by his side sleeping still.. the light from outside frames your body beautifully. He just adores you.. after having so much bad luck.. he's finally found his short four-leaf clover 🍀. "Love you too Husk.."

[oranges-arent-fruits-idiot]

this is for the whole system but it's ara rn

lock screen is dirk strider fanart cause he's so babygirl

chocolate we fucking hate cheese

i mean we have like 20+ nicknames but mainly kae (short for kaeso, our system and collective name)

we last listened to joyful girl by ani difranco (it's so good u should check out ani she's epic)

yes we write fanfic for fun sometimes but it's just a continuation of things we like

we are not on discord :/

we have our ears pierced lol

we think someone's long term behavior says a lot about them, not first impressions

we would be a triple chocolate cookie cause we're a bad decision who keeps you up at night ;)

we have had dogs all our life but we like cats more cause they don't bark and we're incredibly noise sensitive

headphones 100% cause it's hard as hell to break them but we don't own any

"is that biblically accurate freddy fazbear?" in response to a photo of a cat with a top hat

weird fact: if bunnies get wet they die

we are a bit of both since we sleep from midnight-4am est and get up immediately but function really well at night

we nap in bed lol

of course we're every flavor of gay what did you expect

insomniac goat child

jeans 100000% we fucking hate sweatpants

we don't go to starbucks but if we did it would probs be a hot chocolate or one of those fucking energy drink fruit things they keep advertising

we can't stand yellow, wdk why

our most prized possession is probs our guitar we named jessicaa. she's our prized possession.

tea 10000000000%

we fucking love mesosaurs they're epic look them up

we've been on tumblr for a couple months now and we intend to be on here til the end of time

we would bring snans unddertheale (there's gregory, why the fuck is he wanting to bring sans.)

our aesthetic is 70's teenage gay canadian bimbo

our dream job is either a:

music/history teacher

sole creator of our different art projects (animated tv show about DID and mental illness, books, other sitcoms, creepypastas, music, giant fucking epic paintings, etc)

criminal justice lawyer

full time engineering/gaming content creator

and/or sole owner/employee of a small plushie/accessory/kandi/cosplay/giant fucking mecha kaju suit making business

a few of us are very taken with the best person we've ever met they're so amazing we're so fucking happy to have an awesome gf. the rest of us are either adult fictives who are aroace/involved with someone in their source or a child.

our fav outfit is a green and blue and brown and white striped shirt with long navy jorts, a brown belt, tall white socks, black vans or converse with handmade platforms soles and beaded laces, a old digital watch our mom got in the 80's, a silk hair tie to tie up our hella long wolf cut/mullet, our crocheted cross body bag with ~15 fnaf keychains, and our fucking awesome kandi collection.

we know all the lyrics to all the songs on our 75+ hour playlist which has 1,400+ songs caus we're fucking crazy

our hair is a dark blonde but we wanna dye it light pink with platinum roots

we talk to ourselves all the fucking time cause we're a system and we also have some alters who are hyper verbal (we think that's the word) who don't shut up ever

we wear makeup sometimes but it depends on who's fronting and what our gender is at the time

best compliment was probably when our best friend genuinely wanted to hang out with us. sounds really sad but the fact that anyone would even like or respect us is fucking insane to us cause we got really fucking bullied lol (sorry to get deep but that's just the truth)

@bloodyraremedium ily /p

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[ilyasorokinn]

perfectly perfect , tyson jost

note, holy shoes! i just want to thank you for following me and sticking with me through the crazy. so as a way to thank you for everything you've done, here's a little something that you voted on. it's a best friends-to-lovers fic with tyson jost. and yes, this is a jess and nick inspired fic. pair, tyson jost x reader summary, tyson and y/n. y/n and tyson. that's always how it's been. they're best friends, roommates, each other's person. phrase it however you want. y/n and tyson were perfect for each other because they balanced each other out perfectly. warnings, alcohol consumption, some light cursing, injuries (bruises and a hospital visit (sprained wrist)) word count, 3852 words (holy shoes, this is long)

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You let a sigh as you trudged down the hallway towards your apartment. You knew Tyson was already home cause you saw his car parked in the spot next to yours.

As soon as you were inside, you dropped everything right in front, not even kicking it out of the way, and made your way over to the fridge and grabbed the first bottle of wine you saw.

You made your way into the living room and plopped down next to Tyson, taking a long sip straight from the bottle, "All right, guess I won't be drinking that one." He sighed.

"Let me be sad, Tyson." You hit him softly.

"Why're you sad?" He asked.

"Are you asking because you care or because it's the proper thing to do when you're best friend's sad?" You asked. He stayed quiet, "That's what I thought."

"I think "best friend" might be laying it on a bit thick." You hit him in the shoulder and sulked off into your room.

Whether Tyson would admit it or not, you were best friends, and at the end of the day, you were there for each other when you needed each other the most.

A few minutes after you settled into bed, you heard a knock on your door, "Yeah?" Tyson pushed the door open and popped his head in.

"I ordered a pizza," He told you as he laid down on your bed next to you, "You want to talk about it?"

"No, cause then I'll get all sad and mushy, and I know you don't like crying."

"Well, I don't hate crying..."

"I know, you hate when I cry." You corrected, letting out a sigh, "Guys suck."

"What happened?"

"You know that guy I was sort of seeing?"

"Cooper?"

"Yeah, him. Turns out he's engaged and the woman he's engaged to is pregnant with his baby."

"Wow." Tyson nodded, too speechless to say anything else.

"Yeah." You nodded, "I dumped him, made a scene, so that was the fun part, I guess."

"How are you not angrier?"

"I don't know, I'm just not." You shrugged, " Can we talk about something else? I'm sad and this is making me even sadder."

"All right, let's change the subject." Tyson nodded, reaching for the remote sitting on your nightstand and turning on the TV.

-

You stormed into the apartment, on a mission, finding Tyson in the kitchen leaning on the island, sipping his drink, "What's wrong?"

"I need a date like yesterday."

"Why? What's going on?"

"My sister's wedding is this weekend, and I forgot I checked the date box but there's no time to uncheck it, and I don't have a date because Cooper McDouchebag turned out to be a two-time sleaze bag."

"Awh, that sucks." Tyson made a face as he sipped his drink.

You stared at him, narrowing your eyes, "This is usually the part where you offer to come."

"Oh, right." He straightened up, "I offer myself as your stand-in boyfriend this Saturday evening."

"That would be wonderful, I owe you big time." You smiled, leaning over the island and kissing him on the cheek quickly, "And make sure your tie is light blue, that's the color of my dress."

Tyson was too shocked to reply, the effects of your kiss still lingering in his brain.

-

"You ready? I know how much you hate being late." Tyson hollered from the entryway of your apartment.

"Yeah, I'm almost ready. Give me a sec." You hollered from your room as you slipped your other shoe on. You quickly made your way down the hallway and met Tyson by the door.

He heard your footsteps and looked up, his eyes widening and mouth opening in shock as he took everything in, "What?" You caught his open mouth, "Is something wrong?" You looked down at your outfit, running your hands down it to smooth everything down.

"No, no, you look amazing." He stood there shellshocked, "You look beautiful." He let out a breath.

"Oh, thank you." You smiled, "You look pretty good, too." You reached for your bag on the kitchen island, "Now, let's go. Or we're really gonna be late."

-

You were sitting by yourself at a table, eating some appetizers that had still been sitting at the buffet. Tyson walked up, having just made his escape from talking with all your aunts, and sitting down next to you.

"Sorry, I know they can be a lot sometimes." You smiled, offering him your plate of egg rolls and little finger sandwiches.

"Not the worst encounter in the world." He shrugged.

"Thank you for coming, and if you ever need a favor, let me know. I can be a stand-in date for you."

"I'll let you know." He smiled. Your ears perked up when you heard the song playing through the speakers. You looked over at your sister, who was standing on the dance floor, flagging you over. You laughed, jumping up and running over to join her.

Tyson watched her spin you around, taking a bite of an eggroll. After a few songs, you came stumbling over to Tyson, who quickly caught you before you could hit the ground.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm good." You nodded, grabbing your drink from off the table and practically inhaling it when something caught your eye, "A photo booth!"

He turned around and saw the little booth in the corner and before he could even get a word in, you were dragging him over to the photo booth.

Your sister, who was dancing with her new husband, pointed over at you, "I'm placing my bet now." She told him.

-

Tyson received your text and was already running out the door. He made sure to grab a bag of peas from the freezer before bolting down the stairs, having forgone the elevator because it would've taken too long.

He ran over to your car and pulled the door open, feeling his own heartbreak when he saw you sitting in the driver's seat a light bruise forming on your eye.

"What happened?"

"I didn't get into a fight, so call off the calvary." You joked tiredly, reaching into the passenger side for your stuff. He took it from you and handed you the bag of peas.

"Sorry, cold." He winced.

"It's fine." You held it to your eye as you made your way towards the elevator, "Thank you for coming down." You sniffled, stuffed up from all the crying you had done on your drive home.

"I'd do anything for you." He wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you waited to go up.

When you got up to your apartment, you made your way into the kitchen and grabbed the leftover pizza box from the fridge, digging into it not even caring that it was cold.

"We have a microwave." He pointed out.

"And it takes too much time to use it." You brushed him off as you made your way over to the couch.

He followed you after having grabbed a few beers and then plopping down next to you. When your hand started to get cold, he reached up and held the bag to your eye.

You breathed out, leaning your head on his shoulder, "How'd it happen?"

"I ran into a door." You stated. Tyson choked on the beer, "I'm being so serious. I ran right into the door."

"Are you okay?"

"No, it hurts."

"Do you need anything else? Advil? Tylenol? Something stronger than beer?" You smiled, shaking your head.

"I'm good right here." You cuddled further into his chest.

-

You excitedly ran down the hallway and quickly unlocked your front door, "Tyson, Tyson, Tyson!" You shouted, hanging up your jacket and slipping your shoes into the box spot they normally were.

"What, what, what?" Tyson ran down the hallway to greet you.

"I got tickets to that movie we've been wanting to see. I had to skip lunch, but that's okay cause I got them." You watched his face fall, "What? What is it?"

"It's nothing, it's just Kate got us tickets for tomorrow."

"Kate? Who's Kate?" You asked.

"My girlfriend." Every sort of excitement and happiness completely disappeared.

"Girlfriend?"

"Yeah." He nodded bashfully, "I was gonna introduce you later tonight. She's coming over for dinner."

"But it's-"

"I know it's Star Wars night, but this was the only night she was free beside tomorrow night." He explained, looking guilty.

"Oh, okay." You nodded, still trying to comprehend everything he had just told you, "I'll, uh, see you then, and I'll stay out of your way for the rest of the night."

"Thanks, you're the best." Tyson beamed, kissing you on the cheek, then running off to his bedroom. You stood in the hallway, feeling dejected and upset and trying to ignore the butterflies erupting in your stomach from the kiss.

-

You had come into the hospital with your best girl friend, Abby, "Come on, you should call him. He'll want to know what's going on and why you're not home yet."

"No, it's date night. He's out with Kate." You shook it off, wincing at the pain in your wrist.

"Well, if you don't do it, I'll do it," Abby stated, and you knew she meant business.

You sighed, reaching for your phone and calling Tyson. You let out a breath as it rang, "Hello?"

"Hey, just wanted to call and let you know that I probably won't get in till late tonight."

"Ooh, got a hot date?" He joked.

"Well, if by hot date you mean the doctor that's about to wrap my wrist in casting, then hell yeah." You smiled.

"Why would a doctor need to wrap your wrist?"

"I sort of sprained it."

"Sprained it?!" He shouted.

You winced, holding the phone away from your ear, "Yeah, I guess I partied a little too hard."

"Well, where are you? I'll come right now." You could hear him grabbing his keys and slipping his shoes on.

"Oh, no, you don't have to come. I know it's date night."

"Where are you?" He repeated.

You told him which hospital you were at and waited. When he finally rushed through the doors, he looked disheveled, "I'll just wait outside." Abby stood up, giving Tyson the chair she once occupied.

"How hard did you guys party?" He joked.

"A little too much. One moment I was standing upright and the next I wasn't and my wrist was throbbing."

"Geez," He scratched his neck.

"I'm sorry, I know it was date night."

"Ah, it's all good. Kate understood." Tyson brushed it off. As if she could sense she was being mentioned, Kate walked into the hospital room you were staying in, and you felt yourself deflate, "Speak of the devil." He smirked.

"Hey." She greeted with a warm smile.

"Hi." You smiled back, plastering on the fakest smile you could muster up.

"That looks pretty gnarly." She pointed to the cast on your wrist.

"Oh, yeah, it's nothing. I'll be counting the days till I get it off, though." You joked and she laughed, "Well, I don't want to keep you here any longer than you need to be."

"You sure?" Kate asked.

"Yeah, I'll catch a ride home with Abby."

"Are you sure?" Tyson asked.

"Yeah." You nodded again.

"All right, I'll see you at home." Tyson stood up, pressed, a kiss to your head and followed Kate out the door.

You watched hopelessly as they walked all the way out the door till you couldn't see them. You sank further into the hospital bed as Abby walked back in.

Although you said he could leave, you almost wanted him to say no and stay with you until you were discharged. You knew he couldn't read minds.

"Men are clueless." She stated.

"You can say that again." You let out a shaky breath causing her to look up from whatever she was doing.

"Oh..." She stood up and wrapped her arms around you, careful not to jostle your wrist. She rubbed your back, letting you cry into her shoulder.

-

A few weeks after your hospital incident, you heard Kate and Tyson get into it, wincing at every insult they would throw at each other. When you finally heard the front door slam, you opened your door and crept outside.

You found Tyson sitting on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. You learned in the door, "You want to talk about it?"

"Nope." He shook his head.

"All right." You nodded, taking the empty spot next to him. You laid in silence before you ultimately decided to break it, "All right, you don't have to talk, I just have a question, and you need to answer honestly."

He nodded, "Was it something I did? Did I do something to break you guys up? Because I've been sitting alone in my thoughts and it's been stressing me out."

"You weren't the cause of the breakup." He told you, "It was a mutual decision."

"I picked on that." You mumbled. He bumped your shoulder, "Sorry, too soon."

"We didn't break up because of you. It was something else she said a couple days ago."

"What'd she say?"

"She said she couldn't be with someone who was in love with someone else."

"In love with someone? Tyson Jost, are you keeping secrets?"

"No! That's why I'm confused."

"I think it's time to get those two brain cells in your brain thinking because they're really gonna be going into overdrive now."

"I think there's more than two."

-

"All right, Y/N, truth or date?" Abby asked.

"Truth or dare? What are we? 12?" You rolled your eyes.

"Why? Scared to pick dare?"

"No." You stated, "Dare."

"All right," Abby looked around the circle, trying to think of something, "I dare you to..." When the thought finally came to her, she perked up, "I dare you to kiss Tyson."

Your eyes widened as you looked over at Tyson, who looked just as surprised, "Oh, no." You both shook your heads.

"Oh, come on." All your friends whined.

"No." You shook your heads again. They were all a little tipsy and slightly drunk, so they were much more whiney.

You rolled your eyes and stood up, heading into the small kitchen to get some space and air. Tyson followed you in, "Refill?" He asked.

"Yep." You nodded, grabbing another drink from the fridge, "You want one?"

"I'm good." He shook his head. You looked up and smiled at him, but jumped when you heard the kitchen door slam shut.

Your brows furrowed together as you turned the knob, but found it locked, "What the heck?"

"We aren't letting you out," Abby shouted.

"Not until you kiss." Your other friend, Brie shouted.

You looked back at Tyson, exasperated, "Abigail!" You shouted.

"Nope, you gotta kiss." She sang.

You sighed, sliding down the door and leaning against it. Tyson slid down the opposite wall, so you were staring at each other, listening to the music playing on the other side of the door.

"Well, out of all rooms, I think this is the best room to get stuck in, just sayin'." You shrugged.

"True, we have food. We'd survive just fine."

After 20 minutes, things were starting to get boring. You had been staring at the same spot on the ceiling and it was starting to look like South America.

"Come on, Tyson. Just kiss me and we can get out of here." You groaned.

"No, I will not." He shook his head.

"Why not? It'll be quick."

"I won't do it, not like this." He stated.

You froze, and looked over at him, "What do you mean?"

"I just-" He stuttered, "It's nothing."

"No, it's not nothing. It's-"

"Did you guys kiss yet?" Abby shouted.

Before you could answer, Tyson beat you to it, "Yeah! Now let us out!" You tried to stop Tyson, but he moved quickly and ran out the door.

Not long after your almost-kiss, Tyson left the sort-of party, but you were stuck because you were the person in charge of making sure everyone got home safe, so you didn't get home till late.

The almost-kiss was still fresh on your mind, so when you walked into your apartment, you ran around the entire apartment looking for Tyson.

"Tyson? Where are you?"

He came out of his room, rubbing his eyes, "Oh, sorry, were you asleep?" He opened his mouth but you cut him off, "That's great, I don't care. We need to talk."

He sighed, "Right, talk."

"What did you mean? When you said not like this?"

He could practically see the hear the cogs turning in his head as he avoided eye contact, "Tyson?"

"I meant..." He groaned, "I didn't want our first kiss to be because of a dare."

You felt like your world had just been altered as you stared at him, trying to wrap your head around what he had just said, "Wait, you mean-?"

"Yeah, Y/N, I like you, a lot."

Your mouth opened then closed, like a fish out of water. He nodded his head, understanding what you were trying to say, "Forget I said anything."

Your blinked back into reality and realized if you didn't do something, you could lose him. You grabbed Tyson's arm, pulled him back over, and smashed your lips onto his.

He stood frozen for a second before his brain caught up to him and he started kissing back.

You pulled away and stared at each other. You both took a step back, then turned in opposite directions and walked into your bedrooms, shutting the doors.

-

The next morning, bright and early, you knocked on Abby's door. She groaned, answering it, "What could be so important at 8 in the morning?"

"I kissed Tyson." You blurted out.

Her eyes widened and any form of exhaustion quickly vanished as she pulled you into her apartment, "What do you mean you kissed him?"

You filled her in on the story and she listened the entire time, "Wow."

"I know." You nodded.

"What're you gonna do?"

"I have no idea. It's so awkward. I was making coffee and he came out and we just... ignored each other."

"Dd, you do that awkward dance around each other?"

"Yeah."

"Oof." Abby winced, "Yeah, that's bad."

"Ugh!"

-

"Hello?"

"Hey." Tyson winced at the sound of how shaky his voice was.

"What'd you do?" JT asked.

"Nothing, I didn't do anything. Well, not really."

"What happened?"

"Y/N kissed me."

"Holy crap!" Tyson proceeded to fill JT on everything that had happened the previous night, "What're you guys gonna do?"

"I have no idea." Tyson ran a hand through his hair.

"Figure it out." With that, he hung up.

"Can always count on JT for some great advice." He fell back on the couch as he thought of what to do.

-

Out of the blue, Laura Jost came into town. She had given you a day's notice, so you were scrambling around the apartment, cleaning every nook, cranny, and surface.

"Look at you. You look amazing." Laura pulled you into a hug.

"It's good to see you, too." You laughed, hugging her back.

"Oh, catch me up on everything. How's work? You still dating that boy, Cooper?"

"Oh, no, we broke up."

"Oh, dear." She frowned, "I'm so sorry."

"Eh, it's okay." You shrugged, sneaking a quick glance at Tyson behind her.

"Well, how's work?"

-

3 days later, Tyson was dropping his mom off at the airport. You were switching from the back seat to the passenger side, waiting for him to say his goodbyes.

"It was good to see you."

"Good to see you, too." Laura smiled, looking back at you, "And I'm really glad you have Y/N here to help you. I know it's hard being in a new city."

"Yeah, she's pretty great." Tyson smiled, looking back at you.

"Don't tell her too late." She bumped him in the shoulder.

"What're you talking about?" He scoffed.

"Oh, come on. I'm not blind. Don't wait too long." She told him.

-

Tyson had been thinking about what his mom had been saying for days on end and he knew she was right. He knew if he kept waiting, time would run out.

He walked into your room, looking around for you, but he quickly found out you weren't home. The apartment building you lived in wasn't big, so he could hear someone shouting from outside.

He peaked his head out the window and heard you shouting, "Hello? Can someone please help me?" You rubbed your arms as the wind blew, "Please? I left my keys inside. I live here. I promise I'm not a murderer."

He laughed, "Y/N!"

You looked up, "Tys." You smiled.

"You left your keys?"

"Well, you know me. I was in a rush." You shrugged.

Tyson knew it was now or never so he decided to shoot his shot, "Stay right where you are."

While you waited, you thought about everything. Everything your friends told you, everything your family told you, every sign that was right in front of your face that you seemed to miss.

Someone opened the door, "Oh, thanks." You smiled, rushing into the building. You pressed the elevator button a bunch of times, hoping it would open faster, and of course, it didn't.

Right as you were pushing the button on the ground floor, Tyson was pushing the button on your apartment floor, "Come on, come on, come on." He mumbled to himself and whoever above would listen to him.

The door opened and he booked it inside, pushing the button he needed.

When you realized the door wasn't opening anytime soon, you decided to run up the stairs. By the time you were on your apartment floor, you were completely out of breath.

You ran into your apartment, looking around frantically for Tyson, "Y/N? Where'd you go?"

You looked out the same window Tyson had jsut been at, "Tyson? What're you doing down there?"

"What're you doing up there?"

"Stay right there." You spoke at the same time, then bolting in opposite directions back to the elevator.

Tyson was pushing the buttons, hoping and praying the elevator would open. He sighed, and pushed open the door to the stairs, but stopped when the elevator dinged.

The doors opened and a man pushing a high pile of crates came out, "Can you go any faster? I'm trying to tell my best friend I'm in love with her."

"Geez, going as fast as I can. What's the hurry?" The man rolled his eyes, but got out of the way.

Tyson held the elevator door open and was about to get in, but stopped when he saw you standing there. You smiled, "Hi, Tys."

"Hey." He put his hand in front of the elevator before it shut and got in, standing next to you. You smiled at each other as the elevator doors closed.

When they opened up on your floor, your arms were thrown around his neck and his were around your waist, lips pressed against the other's.

-

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[artsysurvivor]

[Image ID: 14 Pictures with two main characters through out. One is grey with swirly red eyes and sharp teeth. Then there is a dark purple one, also with red eyes, but look more normal.

1st Pic: Pink background. Grey is sitting on the floor with hands on their head, sweating. "Tips to not fall into unnecessary anger" and "@poobit" is written beside them.

2nd Pic: Salmon colored background. Purple is standing on the side. "This is based on my own experiences and observations. I've been on the internet since 2009 but only started socializing and actively participating since 2013-14. I've had ups and downs, and so will you. Its ok." is written beside them.

3rd Pic: Light Orange Background. Titled "1⭐️ Recognize Bait" There is a light purple person holding a paper with a swirly smiley face on it, orange colors in the corners. They're saying: "Look at this outrages thing! isn't it crazy disrespectful? Let's rant/laugh about this for a good while! KEEP GOING!" Grey is holding their hands up as if pushing the other away saying "this frustrates me so much uugh I'VE GOT TO PUT MY OPINION! I NEED TO BE INVESTED!!"

4th Pic: yellow background. Bust shot of Purple explaining "as someone who was in a 'Trolling'/Drama deviantart group when I was young, I know and come to learn what a BAIT looks like.

+ Often outrageously long

+ Overly descriptive and convoluted

+ Causes immediate confusion and a baffling reaction over what is it supposed to Even Mean. (most of the time)

Head shot of Grey saying "DOES IT MEAN, ITS ALL FAKE THEN?!"

5th Pic: lime green background. Purple is holding Grey's shoulders to calm them down saying "nope! A BAIT is a statement publicized to provoke a reaction out of anyone. It can be fake or real." A white head is smiling mischievously. Beside the head it says "A TROLL, is someone who actively does FAKE things to bring attention to themselves. (not every troll is malicious, and not all trolling is done to harm)." Underneath it says, "Realizing that someone wants your attention and time to have either: a minute of fame or just an ego boost is what really matters here."

6th Pic: Pretty green background. Purple has their hand over Grey's shoulder still saying "lets practice 3 simple steps:" (As displayed by lil grey head).

Roll your eyes.

Scroll and ignore.

distract and tell yourself "this is not my time" OUT LOUD.

"Make a routine out of it. And you'll do it instinctively."

7th Pic: Green/Blue background. Title is "2⭐️ Change of Scenery" Grey and their two other friends look mad/annoyed/frustrated. Purple is to the side saying "does it feel like your friend group can only bond through incessant venting or ranting, and just mutual hate of people or things? does it feel like you or they actively seek this because theres nothing else?"

8th Pic: Blue background. Purple is laying beside Grey saying "This does not mean they are bad friends. This does not mean you should leave them or cut them off. Sometimes they are exhausted just like you! you just need to ease them into new changes..."

9th Pic: Blue/Purple background. Two sections, the first section is titled, "A. Rant about things that you dont take as seriously. Laugh it off." Grey is talking to their friend saying "god, Happy Feet 2 really sucked!" Which is replied with "I Knowww!"

The second section is titled, "B. Let yourself be vulnerable and honest for a moment." Grey is talking to their other friend, "I care about us a lot, and i don't want things to go bad. We need to talk a bit." Their friend nods in reply.

10th Pic: Darker purple colored background then last time. No pictures. "it's a bit of trial and error. And thats normal, allow yourself to meet new people who may have a slower pace in life, a more relaxed outlook, someone who just listens or just to have FUN with, without overthinking every conversation."

11th Pic: Purple/Pink background. Titled "3⭐️ Redirecting your Energy" Purple is roasting a marshmallow on Grey's enflamed head, who is also looking down confused. Purple says, "your anger is fuel. It can be converted into many things!

12th Pic: Pink background. There is two sections, Grey is freely crying in the first one. "NO TIME FOR SHAME: CRY! Allow yourself to cry out of sadness, happiness, relief or love for anything. people you don't know, animals, songs, media, ANYTHING."

Second section is titled "Can you move? Move." It lists some examples:

". Pacing

. Stretching

. Singing

. dancing

. wandering

. reorganizing"

Purple is stretching, Grey is singing with energy and little squiggles coming out of them.

13th Pic: Salmon background. Titled "The world needs you." A drawing of the planet earth with a sign on it that says "HOME" is off to the left. On the right it says, "Theres billions of people out there, lovely people. The world needs your anger to protect it out of love, not hatred." Theres a picture of Grey holding a sign that says, "I CARE ABOUT LIFE!" The text beside them says, "Look into ways to actually help with the causes you actually believe in. Its all worth it in the long run."

14th Pic: Light Orange background. Grey and their friend are hugging happily. The text says, "Help must be a mutual thing. Check on the people you care about." Purple is giving a thumbs up, saying, with the letters containing a rainbow gradient, "I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!" /End ID]

Tips to not fall into unnecessary anger (long post below)

this is meant to help anyone who is having problems with getting caught up in things that have no immediate harmful repercussions but are in an environment that makes them feel like they have to care about very trivial discussion that gets sparked out in any kind of social media or even just with friend groups, or feeling like they lash out very quickly at any person that just annoys them a bit, i know its hard but i know you can get out there and work on your own emotions to not end up driving people away. 

im not a certified therapist or anything like that, im just an overly observant autistic schizoaffective 20 something who has learned from up and downs of trying to socialize in my late teens when i had been caught up in my own head without understanding how people work, for years. i can only hope anything i say can help even just a little!

take care of yourselves and dont be afraid to share this around for either yourself or someone you care about who could be going through a similar situation.

im also open for anyone willing to do a transcript of this whole thing, as i am not good with transcriptions.

[stranger-chichka]

Why I think Dustin definitely knows about Byler and is more than ok with it

So, I already have a few posts about Dustin and his water-and-electricity-related lines, which I do believe are Byler-coded. As I was comparing Back to the Future with Stranger Things, I couldn't ignore the importance of two very similar buildings - the Clock Tower and the Hawkins Library, so I decided to look for every scene with the library in it (the post is already here). During this process, something different drew my attention. Dustin and Dart, to be exact.

So, Dustin finds Dart after treat-or-treating. What happened before? Will gets scared and Mike gets him to his home. We see Dustin trying to comfort Will, but Mike wants him all by himself.

I believe Dustin always knew Will and Mike's friendship was special (considering he called Lucas Mike's best friend in s1), but that was Dustin's oh moment. Let's move on. The next day he goes to the library to find some info about his "discovery" and then - to share it with the party and Max.

We see that Max, Lucas and Will aren’t really into Dart, they are kinda scared or even a little disgusted with him, but not Mike. He is really interested in it. Now, the interesting part. Dustin though it to be a pollywog. A tadpole. The larval stage of a toad. And ho is called "frogface" in s1? Mike.

From Dustin's research we know that:

most tadpoles are aquatic (=straight), but Dart isn't;

there are only two terrestrial pollywogs - one from India, and one from South America (during this line we see only Mike - in the light - and Will, so these words should refer to them)

Dart hates the sun, it hurts him (Will is associated with the light, and it hurts Mike to feel that way to his friend. Also, their love is forbidden and they have to hide it. There's no sun for them.)

The moment Dustin says: "I've discovered a new species" we can see a rainbow on the right. He's discovered that gay people exist but, specifically, he found out about Mike's love for Will, and Dart symbolises that (his growth symbolises Mike beginning to realise his romantical feelings and how he's feeling more and more insecure and scared about it because it doesn't feel right in that society). Next, we see disturbed Will. He already knows how Mike feels about him ("crazy together"), but he doesn't want others to discover, so he asks Mike for help.

Also, we see two young boys on Will's left, while Dustin is talking about his "discovery."

At that time Dustin, Lucas and Mike come to Mr. Clarke and again, we can see a rainbow near Dustin while he's speaking about his discovery, that "may change your perception of the world" (=gay people exist and this is normal). Also, behind Mr. Clarke there's a poster with the phrase "news from space" and in Back to the Future Martin's father wrote a book with the title "A match made in space." (And he's paralleled to Mike)

Of course, they're interrupted by panicked Mike, who calls this "a stupid prank" (stupid = love), and e see yellow, blue, and green (Byler colours) squares behind Mr. Clarke. (there are red squares - El's colour - too, but apart from others).

The party is at the AV club again, this time without Max = Mike and Will don't want her to know about them. During their talk, a rainbow apple is above Will and Mike. Will saw something like Dart last year = he was already in love with Mike. He didn't tell them, because wasn't sure about his own feelings.

Mike thinks they should take Dart to Hopper and it's better for him to be dead because it's from the Upside Down, which is logical because Will was hurt there and he cares about Will, but Dustin claims that the fact he's from the Upside Down doesn't automatically mean he's bad (=it's okay that you love Will more than a friend, don't try to bury these feelings).

the line "we have to take him to Hopper" made me think that maybe Mike is going to have some heart-to-heart with him in s5 (or maybe it was foreshadowing of Hopper's monologue telling us about Mike's feelings toward Will)

Mike is afraid of his feelings, so he decides to hit Dart, but Dustin pushes him away and Dart escapes because of Max. Mike blames Max in this situation, although it was him, who attacked Dart. It makes me think that Mike blames her for destroying his bond with Will because as soon as she joined their party, he was uncomfortable with being himself + after she started dating Lucas and El was back he felt like he has no choice but to date El.

While Mike wants to get rid of Dart, Will is trying to make a contact with him and doesn't want to hurt him (=he already accepted his feelings toward Mike and is okay with it).

We know that Dustin hides Dart and continues taking care of him until he's eaten his cat. Orange cat. It symbolises Max and how Mike treats her.

Mike tells Dustin and Lucas about the shadow Will saw and we see the rainbow apple above Lucas now (=he starts to realise something). Mike is afraid the shadow can hurt Will, so he is going to his home to check on him and ask Lucas and Dustin to look for Dart because he feels like Dart would help them to solve this thing (you're correct, Michael, just admit you love William already!)

Dustin closes Dart in the basement (can it be more obvious?) and after failing to contact Lucas and Mike (both spending time with their lovers) asks Steve to help him with it (by the way, Dustin shares his water-and-electricity-related lines with him). Dart escaped. Lucas and Dustin are arguing they both broke the rule of the law (telling Max the truth about Will and hiding Dart=Byler). + Dart once again is called "stupid."

So, if Dart symbolises the love between Will and Mike, then the Upside Down is the place where Will escaped because Mike had ignored his love confession in s1 ("it as a 7"). That's why he feels the Mind Flayer or has his episodes every time he feels some negative emotions connected to Mike/sees him with El etc.

Some posts, related to Dustin and Steve are here, here, here and here

There's not much interractions between Dustin, Mike and Will during s3 and s4. Not a coincidence. The Duffers made it definitely on purpose, to water down Byler, as to say. However, there are some interesting moments:

Dustin calling Mil3ven "a bullshit", looking at Will and wearing a green t-shirt = thinking about Byler;

Dustin is the one singing "Never Ending" story that is Byler-coded song (+ when Max and Lucas sing it he's wearing a green t-shirt and they change lyrics from "her" to "their face" and we actually see Will in a t-shirt with blue and red stripes)

in s4 we only know about Mike whining to Dustin about the phone, that's all, we don't even see their reunion. It's strange Duffers minimalised their interaction so much, but it also means we'll see it in s5 and that is whhen Dustin definitely will notice the electicity.

+ I somehow missed this parallel, but that’s not my main concern.

I remembered the meaning of the word “dart”. A small pointed missile that can be thrown or fired. The synonyms are “arrow”, “barb.” And who is associated with arrows in s4? Michael Wheeler.

NO WAY sign

arrow-shaped flag #1

literal arrow hitting his head + arrow-shaped pocket

arrow-shaped flag #2

Also, “to dart” means move or run somewhere suddenly or rapidly. And who’s always late? Whose playlist’s full of songs about running? No way, it’s Michael Wheeler again.