#-these hyperfixations clashing in my mind

[empiireans]

stuff (magma sketches, pocket sketchbook doodles… idk lol)

also shoutout to the admin who drew stewie next to my tlp drawing on the magma (IM SORRY I DIDNT ASK FOR YOUR NAME BUT IF YOU SEE THIS JUST KNOW YOU COOL)

[kitchensinksurrealism]

oh my god I've been obsessed with the who for 10 actual years now

[stargildedskies]

I saw your dilf Veritas post and listen I had to hop in cause I am so damn hungry for this man istg

Anyway, I don't think I've seen anything in regards to the moment when Veritas loses his cool for maybe even the first time in his life. And that's the birth of his child. He has knowledge on birth and all about it but with that comes the knowledge about all that could go wrong and bro is stressing 🥲 he wants his beloved partner and his precious baby safe and sound and healthy. He also hates to see his partner in so much discomfort throughout all this

I have failed my fellow HSR cuties bc I have been HOARDING some delicious content in my drafts while waiting for the hyperfixation to return. Everyone thank @delirious-donna for pinging my last brain cell and reminding me that hoyoverse still exists 🙂‍↕️💕

Anywho..... Back to our scheduled simping!

Veritas is the man who always has a logical plan or a well-thought-out answer to everything. He is aloof at most times, able to step away from any situation happening in front of him so that he may analyze and produce the best course of action. He prides himself on his ability to organize his thoughts and process his feelings according to logic, oftentimes being the only person to take charge during emergencies. That is, until you wake up in the dead of night to find that your bedsheets are.... strangely damp? Oh shit.

Being the chronic over-planner, Veritas had your due date neatly penciled into his calendar for precisely two weeks from now, so when you tapped at his shoulder rather urgently, he was decently confused. "My darling, I know cravings are intense, but eating at this time of-"

You cut through his raspy, sleepy drawl- the same one you'd heard groaning obscenities against the shell of your ear as his son was conceived-" Veritas, the baby is coming."

His head twitched, raising off the pillow as if he needed both ears to hear what you were saying, "I, I apologize, but it sounded li-"

"Veritas. Get the bag. Our son is coming."

For the first time since you'd met the man, you swear that you can hear the subtle clicking of Veritas Ratio's mind running as he processes a set of data. During that particularly pregnant (ha) pause, you heard one distinct tick as he registered the condition of the bedding, and then the father of your child was immediately out of bed vaulting across the room.

A choice string of vehemently hushed obscenities falls from his lips as he snarls in frustration at all the extra fucking buckles on his goddamn pants that he's never noticed before and-

"Dear, just keep your sweatpants on. Just find a shirt and some shoes first, and then grab pants and shoes for me."

Your clear voice stops his thoughts on a dime. Of course, How had he not thought of that? His beloved wife was so brilliant.

For the first time in his entire life, Veritas's brain was simply on overdrive. His carefully separated thoughts and feelings were clashing with no intention of stopping, leaving the man on autopilot. If it were any other situation, you'd have been amused.

Veritas's mind snapped back to normal after you winced from a contraction as he helped you with your shoes. Knowing that you were in distress gave his mind the kick it needed to prioritize correctly again, and he got you to the hospital in record time.

Originally, you had planned to go to the hospital that was further away- the one Ratio didn't lecture at daily- but now that didn't seem like a possibility. Getting you comfortable as quickly as he could won by a mile in Ratio's list of priorities, so many heads turned in the Emergency Department as they suddenly heard their strictest professor's voice at three in the morning. Some twitched in their chairs, fully convinced they were in the throes of a nightmare as the widely respected, widely feared Doctor Veritas Ratio strode toward them at a breakneck pace in his pajamas.

"Mywifeishereandsheneedstobetakenuptoaroomimmediately."

The doctors glance at each other. From the sea of confused faces, that didn't make sense to anybody. "uh- sir?"

"My wife. Is here. She needs a room. Now." Veritas annunciated his words very slowly as if they were the densest people on the planet, which meant that he actually managed to speak his sentence at a somewhat normal pace.

As if to drive the point home, the nurse Veritas had left to gather your things and bring you in suddenly appeared, quickly wheeling you into the room. The staff paled as they noticed you groan softly in pain, one arm draped protectively over your heavily pregnant belly.

The medical team whisks you away to a delivery room, and Veritas is quickly thrown into an unfamiliar world. The man used to having decisive answers is sat squarely in a chair next to his wife's bedside, grasping her hand tightly as she cries out in pain. He can't stop thinking about all of the variables, all of the things that could go wrong- the way your face is scrunched up in agony- the knowledge that he's about to meet his son.

The thoughts continue on a revolving loop of horror and wonder until a shrill little cry pierces the air, and Veritas Ratio snaps to attention to meet his son for the first time.

[beenbaanbuun]

halloween w/ choi jongho

so bunny found yet another thing to hyperfixate over… this is sooooo my-older-brothercore of me🧍🏻‍♀️

genre - nsfw

warnings - switch!jongho, switch!reader, bunny!reader, ghost!jongho, groping, desperate!jongho, mention of creampies… i think that’s it

not proof read (it’ll do it later but i’m a lil busy now!!)

“i hate you,” you splutter out as your boyfriend struts into the room, draped in his halloween costume that he’d spent so long trying to keep a secret. you hadn’t understood why he’d kept the idea under lock and key when you’d been so eager to show him your pastel pink bunny costume with the ears and tail to match. the dress you picked out was just on the sexy side of innocent, and jongho had fucked you in it the very same day you showed it to him. he’d been so eager to get his hands all over your costume, and yet you hadn’t been allowed a single glimpse of his.

you can see why.

the tactical gear fits him well, covering his body in a thick layer of padding that you want nothing more than to feel pressed against your spine as he fucks you from behind. it’s surprisingly realistic, from the thick khaki kevlar to the fake magazines in each of the pockets; even the name tag boasts an all too familiar callsign. you’re barely able to rip your eyes away from those five letters to look at his face, covered with just a balaclava for now, the rest of his face covering gripped tightly in his hand.

but even with his everything but his eyes covered you can see the smirk he wears clear as day. his pupils glisten with mischief and one of his eyebrows is cocked just enough that the thick, painted material covers it. the bastard, you think to yourself. of course the cocky little shit would go and do something like this.

“you don’t like it?” as much as you’d like to hear that thick mancunian accent come from jongho’s mouth, you’re happy he doesn’t attempt it. it probably would’ve put you off a little; given you the ick to end all icks. besides, his own voice is far prettier to you, the soft cadence of his teasing heading straight to your pussy, which clenches around nothing. what did you do in your past life to be cursed with such an evil, incredibly attractive man as a boyfriend.

“you know i like it,” you spit, petulant and irritable as you fold your arms tightly over your chest, “and i hate you for doing this to me!”

“doing what? making you wet?” jongho smirks, just watching the way his words make your brain short circuit. he’s cocky enough without the costume, and yet somehow it’s made him worse. you suppose it’s character accurate in a way; you can only hope he doesn’t start making awful puns halfway through the night.

“you’re annoying,” you roll off of the bed, pretty pink thigh high’s hitting the floor with a thud as you manoeuvre your way over to the dresser where your heals lie. normally you’d rather die than go to a party in anything but your comfiest of sneakers, but the grimy brown shoes would clash horribly with your outfit. the pink mary janes fortunately aren’t too uncomfortable, and you suppose you have a big strong man to prop yourself up on if needs be. giving him the satisfaction of you clinging to him all night would surely make him unbearable, but you can cope with a few hours of over the top flirting if it means your feet are rescued from a grizzly fate.

you bend over to fiddle with the buckle, unsurprised by the gloved hand that makes its way to the swell of your ass. the skirt has already risen above the crease in your thigh, but thick fingers push it higher, desperate to get a glimpse as the pretty pink panties you’re wearing underneath. there’s no doubt in your mind that he can see the proof of what his costume has done to you; the little wet patch that sits at your crotch feels particularly cold as he reveals it to the room. there’s a low grunt from him as his fingers press into your exposed flesh and you can’t help but swell with pride knowing that he isn’t the only one able to perform some sort of sexual-tension based torture.

you stay in that position for just a second longer than you need to before shooting up to stand once more. his hand remains steady against your ass, the muscles in his arm tensing and relaxing as he kneads it like some sort of stress ball. part of you is tempted to see where he takes this; to see whether he’ll push you over the dresser and fuck his cock into your awaiting hole. the other part of you wants nothing more than to push every single one of his buttons. a couple of seconds pass as the two sides of your brain go to battle, and as you push his hand away with a giggle, careful to brush your own fingers against the tent in his trousers, you can tell that the latter has won.

“we have a party to get to, right?” every ounce of innocence you can muster finds its way into your voice as you turn to face him. there’s a hint of trouble behind the thin veil of excitement the words wear, one that you can tell by the look in his eyes that he hears clear as day. good; it was never your intention to hide your plan from him. you want him to know that you’re up to no good. to have to sit at that party and watch you tease him over and over again with no way to fix it. you want the tension to build until there’s no other option than for him to take you into the bathroom, or out front to his car and fuck you into next week. you can already imagine the way his voice cracks as he comes up with some unbelievable excuse as to why the two of you have to leave early, the way his hands cover his boner as he stutters out apologies to his dear friends.

its almost too delicious.

“don’t you just want to stay home, honey?” you can hear the desperation in his voice already; it shoots straight to your core, “don’t you wanna take advantage of this costume?”

“don’t you want to show it off?” you counter, “surely you didn’t put all that effort into becoming ghost just to rile me up, right? i know yunho will be gushing over it, baby. don’t you want to soak up their praise a little?” you lay it on thick, blinking up at him with a twinkle in your eye as his adam’s apple bobs up and down in his throat. the poor thing looks desperate, bless him. you lean in a little closer, watching as his eyes shift down to your cleavage; it makes you feel like you have all the power in the world in the palm of your hands.

“i’d rather soak up your praise,” he says as he reaches a hand out to where your nipple pokes through the soft material of your dress. you push it away, lacing your fingers with his own gloved ones and giving him a reassuring squeeze. you hope the tiny action is enough to let him know that he will get what he wants… eventually. “please baby,” his voice is as strained as the cock in his pants. he sounds beautiful, “let me fuck you, won’t you?”

“and here i thought soldiers were supposed to be patient?” you purr, “be good and i’ll let you cum inside.”

[carmenberzattosgf]

Carmy trying to make reader squirt 🤭 it somehow comes up casually and reader is like “oh yeah lol it happened to me once a few years ago but idk how the hell I did it” and Carmy just like short circuits 💀 then he hyperfixates on it for 3 days and when he finally has some time off bro is DETERMINED to make reader do it again. Like brows furrowed in concentration. Fingering them like no tomorrow and breathing heavy. Overstim and talking them through it. Praise. 🫣

Oh my god. ( this is not proofread it is literally 2am)

Carmy’s not super experienced. We all know this. In all honesty he barely knows what squirting is. He thought it was just a thing in porn, until it came up in a conversation between you two.

“I’m pretty sure it happened to me once a few years ago, but I have no clue how I did it.”

“W-wait what? I thought that only happens in porn.” His cheeks begin to flush as he thinks about it. You, with your fingers curling up inside of you, gushing onto the sheets below you.

You giggle at his pure cluelessness. “It can happen, it’s just not common. Some girls can’t do it at all. I didn’t realize I could until it happened.”

“Oh.”

Needless to say Carmen cannot get the idea out of his mind. It literally haunts him at work. He wants to make you squirt. He needs to.

Carmy being the nerd that he is researches the hell out of it, making sure he knows exactly what he’s doing. That Saturday on his day off, he’s determined to make it happen.

His lips are on yours the second he finishes cleaning up the kitchen from cooking dinner. His mouth moves sloppily against yours, teeth clashing together.

“Carm—“ you manage to break away from his eager lips for a brief moment. “What’s the rush? We can calm down a bit, you know. We have all night.”

“I wanna make you squirt. I’ve been— thinking about it non-stop for the past few days. I can’t fucking think straight. Can I? Please?”

How can you refuse him when he’s looking at you with those desperate blue eyes. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

You and Carmy work together to remove your clothes. He has you lay down on your back with your knees spread wide. He sits beside you, still fully clothed. “J-just tell me if you want to stop.”

His middle and ring fingers press into your soaked core with no hesitation. Carmy’s studying you, the facial expressions you make, and the way your cunt pulses around his fingers. His movements are slow and gentle at first, but that changes quickly. He quickens the thrust of his fingers while hooking the two fingers upwards. Carmy’s searching for that rough spot, and by your reaction, he knows he found it.

“Carmy! Fuck—“ you hand aimlessly searches for something to hold onto to steady yourself. Carmen offers his left hand, which you grip tightly.

Once he finds the spot, Carmy locks into focus. His thrusts are deliberate, alternating between speeds and making sure to apply pressure. Your hips move out of their own volition. “That it, baby? That feel good?” He asks. His voice his smooth, but you don’t miss the way he’s biting his lip in concentration. His brow is furrowed and sweat collects on his forehead.

“Yes, Carm. Please. Please don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it. I’ve got you.” Carmy continues to pleasure you, only stopping for a brief moment when you neared your climax. He softly shushes your whimper of complaint. “I know, baby. Trust me. You can trust me.”

His pace picks back up before you even know it. His fingertips move at lightening speed, pressing hard at the rough patch at the top of your core. Carmy looks like pure sex, and you’re not even pleasuring him. His face is completely flushed as he breathes heavily, panting for hair. Sweat is starting to pool off of his brow and down the side of his face. His eyes are blown out; only a small sliver of the blue still visible.

“Carm— I’m close. Please I’m so close. Fuck!” Your cries are nearly incomprehensible. Your hips buck against his fingers.

“Cum. Gush around my fingers. Make a fucking mess.”

“Shit— Carmen—“ you moan as your orgasm over takes you. You shutter as you feel liquid spill between your legs. It’s euphoria like you’ve never felt before.

“Good girl! Fuck. That’s it. Keep cumming for me. Don’t stop soaking my fingers, baby,” Carmy praises, watching you in awe. You clutch onto his body as more spurts leave you. He hasn’t slowed down his fingers at all. It’s all becoming too much.

“T-too much—“ you try and tell Carmy, but he doesn’t slow down immediately.

“I’ve got you. You can take it.” He’s still watching your cunt at your hips recklessly move against his hand. He can’t believe he made you squirt. He wants to stay in this moment as long as possible.

After he’s finally decided you’ve had enough, he removes his fingers from you. As if on autopilot, he places the digits in his mouth, licking the remnants of your slick off of them. You pull him down by the back of his neck to kiss him deeply.

“Fuck, Carm. That was— I don’t even know what to say.” You don’t need to think of anything else, though, because Carmen does the rest of the talking.

“You did so good for me. Holy shit that was—God, you’re so fucking pretty. I want to do that over and over and over—“

“Woah let’s slow down a sec. I need to remember which side is my left or or my right first.”

“Sorry… got a little bit excited.”

From then on Carmy loves to make you squirt. His favorite thing to do is bring a mirror into it, so you can see how fucking gorgeous you look squirting around his fingers. Also he definitely starts to try and learn how to make you squirt with his cock after this….

[ohdeerfully]

Hello

I live

Well, barely

OMG ISTG I JUST REREAD LIKE ALL OF YOUR FICS I'M GOING SGSJDGDJHFJDY

Your writing. I swear. It's so good. Like when I read any other alastor x reader fic I have this nasty voice in the back of my head going 'He wouldn't do this'. THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN HERE

You are a genius. (Thabk you for speepy Alastor coming from an insomniac is good praise, no?)

My personal favourites are

a. Either of the sleepy Alastoe fics (obviously)

b. Dry bed. Istg the writing in that.. Augh

Could you do a part two to Dry bed? Maybe they just wake up (Together!!!) and awkwardly get their way down to breakfast. Then they simply avoid each other all day, not talking, but still stealing glances at each other when the other isn't looking. Then reader finds Alastor chilling on the hotel roof the following night and they TALK about it. And figure things out.

Omg thabk you for listening to my rant I hope you are doing well byeeee

~❤✨

P. S. You and your fics are my new hyperfixation

hello!!!!! in general sorry yall for my absence, finals are literally next week so it Will happen again

im so glad u like my depiction of alastor hes literally so annoying to write... a dry bed is honestly probably one of if not THE fave fic ive written (though might be a tie with mourning dove) so i hope part ii does it a bit of justice (,: i kind of deviated from ur request at the beginning (they dont wake up together >_<) but otherwise i hope u enjoy! hopefully its not too obvious i kind of rushed it

mwah! <3

A Warm Bed

(sequel to A Dry Bed)

Alastor x Reader (hurt/comfort, fluff) TW: none really, alastor is probs ooc but who cares

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It felt a little bit too cold when you woke up, but you couldn’t immediately find a reason why. Your eyes squinted open, facing the curtains that were drawn just enough to where a peek of the morning light rudely shone against your face. You turned over with a dissatisfied groan.

Peering at the empty bed beside you, you stared blankly as wheels began to turn in your mind. It only took a few seconds to remember the previous night, and your face quickly warned as you hissed in a breath through clenched teeth, wrists coming up and rubbing your eyes with a sense of dismay.

Man, what were you thinking. You felt a strong mixture of regret and embarrassment but also… you felt lonely. The strong, strange affection from Alastor the previous night directly compared to him disappearing and leaving you alone in the morning made you feel all the more cold. The room also had an uncomfortable silence to it, but at the same time too loud with the hum of your ceiling fan.

Whatever, you feigned indifference to yourself and lifted yourself from your mattress, legs dangling over the side of your bed for a few moments, allowing yourself to get a quick stretch in before sliding on some comfortable slippers while you went to your restroom, protecting your feet against the cold tile.

You quickly freshened up, pulling on some comfortable loungewear before leaving your hotel room and walking down the long corridor that led to the steps. Maybe it was just your current mood, but the ambience was too quiet and uncomfortable.

Your spirits slowly lifted as you made your way down the steps, and you could hear the faint clashing of kitchen tools being dropped and thrown, alongside unintelligible and arguing voices, one doubtlessly being Vaggie trying to tame—or, no, threaten—the chaos.

The air, at the very least, smelled good despite the racquet. Though you were in Hell, the food was still appetizing—even if you weren’t exactly sure what it was half the time.

You must’ve made it just in time, as right when you turned the corner you nearly hit your head against Charlie’s shoulder as she rounded the same corner. You tripped over each other for a moment before she ultimately steadied you with a hand and a breezy laugh.

"Good morning! I was just about to tell everyone breakfast was ready…” You smiled at her gesture. Every morning she tried to host some sort of typical continental style breakfast that was standard for most hotels—that is if Niffty’s behavior permitted a successful morning—and the quality was usually higher than what you remembered in your time alive. Of course, you were dealing with the Princess of Hell, who obviously wouldn’t want anything mediocre for her treasured guests.

“Thank you,�� was all you could offer in return before she passed you, doubtlessly to gently announce the food to the other guests. There had been an increase in residents lately, so you weren’t shocked at the piles of delicious looking food that met your eyes when you stepped into the kitchen. You could practically imagine sparkles dancing around the fluffy pancakes and still sizzling pans of various breakfast meats.

You helped yourself to a meal, carefully stepping around the growing crowd of other guests, who all, for the most part, seemed a little aggravated at being woken up but nonetheless pleased at the free meal.

A brief hush filled the room as the air seemed to get just a bit heavier, more ominous, alongside the new presence of a prickling against your skin. You didn’t have to look up, nor did you even want to look up, to know who the culprit of such a suffocated atmosphere was; you knew him well enough.

The kitchen slowly came back to life, albeit a bit stiffer and with quieter conversation. You kept your eyes glued to your plate of food as you made your way towards the dining area. As you passed through the entrance, out of your peripheral you saw the large, looming figure of the demon you had become unnaturally attached to. You didn’t look up or even acknowledge him, pretending to just not notice, but you could swear you felt his red gaze burning a hole in your skin.

A few minutes passed after you sat down before Alastor joined you, sitting in his unofficial assigned seat. The only difference was he didn’t scoot his chair nearly as close as usual, as well as the way his body was turned just slightly so that his back was facing you. Not enough to be noticed by other people, but just enough for you—though, maybe you were just overanalyzing things?—to notice how he was pointedly uninviting you from any interactions with him.

Why even bother coming to breakfast, you thought coldly to yourself, deciding to just feel mad about it instead of stewing in your own self-hate and regret. You had already spent all morning feeling stupid for the night before. It’s not like you even eat this shit. Go eat a dead deer or something.

Your fork poked aggressively against the food on your plate, head propped up against a fist as you mindlessly scooted the food around in a pool of syrup. You hoped to convey some sense of hatred to the demon next to you as you jammed a fluffy bite of pancake into your mouth—oh, that’s so good, your spirits were lifted just a bit as the slightly sweet and buttery pancake touched your tongue.

A hand touched your back, and you jolted in surprise. Naturally your eyes first went to Alastor next to you, thinking maybe he was finally over himself, but he had his hands folded on the table in front of him as he watched another table argue over something probably meaningless. Maybe you’re crazy, but did you see his eyes flick to your just as you looked away? You shook off the idea.

Vaggie sat to your right, and was currently eyeing you with a hint of concern in her eye. You shrugged off her hand as politely as possible before smiling at her with a raised eyebrow, trying to play it off with an ‘I’m alright.’

“People that are ‘alright’ don’t usually have some personal vendetta against a plate of breakfast food,” She said in a low voice, trying to keep your conversation private, particularly from a certain set of prying, fluffy red ears. “You know you have friends here. Especially Charlie.”

“Really, I’m all good, just… long morning,” You did your best to wave away her worries again, suddenly feeling a little childish. From the way she spoke, you would think she was talking to someone going through something serious—you were just having some guy problems.

It seemed to work well enough, because after looking at you for a few more beats she raised her hand and turned away, picking up a conversation with her girlfriend. You sat in your spot for a few more minutes, but the growing anxiety from silently and awkwardly sitting next to Alastor, sifting through so many racing thoughts and doubts, gnawed at your stomach. You finally stood up and excused yourself with a thank you and left the room.

You had no specific place to be, so you just wandered into the lobby and slumped against a couch. You briefly wondered where Angel was; he was surprisingly good at listening to romantic troubles, though honestly you probably wouldn’t divulge your whole “thing” with Alastor. That would probably meet no welcomed response.

You must have dozed off, because the sudden sound of raised voices startled your eyes open. Arguments and general anger were commonplace here, so you weren’t particularly shocked to find Vaggie and Angel Dust going at it about something regarding his behavior and the Hotel—a recurring theme in their conversations. Vaggie’s words fell on deaf ears as Angel tutted at her words with a waving and dismissive hand.

“I’m sure ninety percent of these guests would love to have a piece’a me!” He said, taking long strides across the room as he fixed up his chest fluff with two hands. He leaned his hip against the large chair that, much to your dismay, sat Alastor, his grin tightening as Angel approached. His eyes narrowed suspiciously as the spider laid his torso across the head of the chair.

“Even this one…” Angel said with a pouty lilt in his voice, finger dragging up the embellishments as he tried to play flirty. Alastor clicked his tongue distastefully in response before he stood up, hands folding neatly across the top of his cane.

“Not quite to my taste, thank you!” He said, looking down at Angel with an ugly curl in his lip. Angel only huffed in response before slinking down the back of the chair and taking up the space where Alastor previously sat, leaving said demon just standing there.

Alastor’s eyes glanced at you, so brief that you honestly may have imagined it, before he simply hummed with closed eyes and melted into the ground, the shadow where he once stood inking across the carpet before finally coming to a rest… behind the couch where you were laying. You grimaced as you felt his presence manifest again, sending a ripple of that familiar prickle down your bare arms.

Was this going to be your eternity now? Playing some game of cat and mouse where you have to leave every room you’re in just because Alastor gets too close for comfort? You turned your head to try to get a look at him from the corner of your eye, but immediately looked away again when you saw he was already looking at you. You couldn’t read his expression.

You sat up and thought for a few moments. Honestly, it was probably best to just go spend a depression day alone in your room. As pushy as Alastor could be, he wasn’t typically the type to barge into rooms without invitation.

Slowly standing, you managed to avoid the attention of the couple of others in the room—though, realistically, none would care if they happened to see you leave; you were just on edge to everyone and everything. You quickly made your way up the stairs, frowning down at your feet as you walked. You shot a sideways glance at Alastor as you rounded a turn in the steps, finally meeting his gaze for a few seconds before your view was blocked by the wall.

You sighed as you found yourself in front of your hotel room, a heavy feeling making you suddenly choke up. You ushered yourself into the room before you embarrassed yourself by crying openly in the hallway, but the comforting solitude of your room as you leaned your back against the door to close it made it a bit easier to breathe.

After ensuring the door was locked, you went to stand at the edge of the bed, frowning down at the still unmade sheets. Thoughts of that tender night came to the front of your mind at full force, and you bit your lip anxiously. The warmth of his body against yours, the tangle of legs and soft touches of lips… was it all actually, in a cruel turn of reality, a fake expression of care from him? When you had finally begun to think you could read the affection on his face…

You settled into the soft mattress, uncomfortably aware of how big and cold it was. You were no stranger to sleeping alone by any means, but after finally experiencing the shared space with someone you loved, the contrast was stark and unwelcomed. You did your best to ignore it as you tucked yourself in, letting your eyes fall shut in a poor attempt to sleep away your worries.

Your attempts were unsuccessful, and an empty feeling of longing and despair in your stomach grew stronger with each hour that passed as you watched the red hue of the daylight sky turn darker. You felt both restless and tired at the same time, lacking any energy to actually do anything to pass the time. 

It all proved to be counterintuitive to the whole “sleep your worries away” as the hours you spent just lying down only gave you ample opportunity to melt in your own thoughts as the memories of last night kept returning. Man, why did you have to kiss him? You unwittingly ignored the fact that he had also played a part in closing that gap between you; you were honestly just pinning the blame fully on yourself.

Finally sick of stewing in misery, you kicked off the heavy blanket and stood up. You needed some fresh air. 

You tried to walk quickly with a fake sense of purpose so, in the odd chance you passed someone, they hopefully wouldn’t ask about your absence all day—you were typically more present and friendly with everybody as you would often help Charlie with event organization. Lucky enough for you, you passed nobody on your way to the door that opened to some stairs up to the roof of the Hotel.

After a quick pace up the echoey, metal steps, you pushed open the large doors and greeted with a pleasantly cool rush of wind. It was still warm, of course, being Hell and all, but cooler than usual. You quietly closed the heavy doors behind you.

There was a spot on the roof you typically sat at during long, restless nights, and you turned the corner of the door before promptly backtracking and pressing yourself up against the metal door once again, jaw clenched in a mix of shock and anger.

Why the Hell was Alastor on the roof at your spot with your blanket that you had left up here on some previous night? Was he doing all this on purpose? Constantly getting all too close to you while simultaneously acting cool and indifferent towards your existence? Was this all just some sick game to him? Well… it is Alastor.

You peeked over the edge from where you hid to get a better look at him. He sat serenely with his back towards you, legs hanging over the edge of the roof. You couldn’t see his expression, but his body waved just slightly, most likely to the tune of some song in his head. Despite all the frustration you felt in your soul towards him, looking at him under the blanket of a dark red sky with a sprinkling of stars… he still endeared you. Especially when he looked so harmless and relaxed.

Just as you were about to turn away again and find somewhere else to relax, he cleared his throat, stopping you before you could even move.

“It’s rude to stare,” He stated, projecting his voice just enough for you to hear the light humor in his voice. “You seem like a stalker, darling!”

You straightened your shoulders before walking out from behind the wall, a frown on your face. You didn’t walk any closer—God forbid you accidentally do anything to hurt your relationship anymore, if that was even possible.

“I didn’t mean to, I was just… surprised, that’s all,” You reasoned, tapping your foot impatiently. “You are kind of in my spot.”

He hummed, absently pointing at the surface around him. “I didn’t see your name on it.” 

You couldn’t really think of a response quickly, so you just stayed quiet, continuing to just stand in place a few meters away from Alastor.

He briefly put his hand down on the space next to him, patting twice in a vague invitation for you to join him. You thought for a brief moment before cautiously walking towards him, steps growing slower with each foot you got closer. He made no move to send you away—in fact, he even started moving the blanket in a way to make the concrete just a bit more comfortable to sit on. He still didn’t look at you.

Embarrassingly your hands had started to shake, which you realized when you reached your hand down to support your body as you lowered it to sit. You just hoped Alastor didn’t notice. You let your legs fall over the ledge, swinging slightly next to Alastor’s. You didn’t notice how he shifted his knee a bit closer to yours.

The two of you sat in silence under the still-darkening sky, and you couldn’t decide if it was a comfortable or awkward silence. Alastor didn’t seem to mind, so you tried to convince yourself it was comfortable despite the itching anxiety in your chest.

“I’m really sorry about last night,” You blurted out, unable to contain it anymore. Was it a bad idea to even bring it up? Maybe. But you felt that your relationship was already irreparably damaged so it couldn’t hurt to at least apologize. You saw his eyes turn towards you out of your peripheral, and you were too ashamed to meet his look, instead opting to fiddle with a fray of the blanket edge.

“Whatever for?” He responded after an uncomfortably long pause—this stunned you. Fuck you mean ‘whatever for?’ Your head whipped up to look at him, brows furrowed.

You had spent all die scared that you ruined everything between you and Alastor, regretting everything that led up to last night’s events—it didn’t help that Alastor himself was also blatantly avoiding you. What the fuck is he acting so confused for?

Apparently you said that all out loud, as Alastor’s smile was growing more and more strained with each loud word that tumbled from your lips. You didn’t even realize until you were done and catching your breath, but at this point you couldn’t care less to apologize or feel bad about it. You folded your arms and fixated your eyes on some random pedestrian below as another long stretch of silence filled the air.

“You confuse me,” He finally said, with a voice that lacked its usual radio tone. You didn’t respond, so he continued. “I feel these alien emotions when I’m near you—you bewitch me. And I don’t like it. I hate you for it.”

You couldn’t control the slight slump in your shoulders and the sharp pang in your stomach that his words brought you. Hate. 

“But… I kill the demons I hate,” He said, looking away from you and up at the sky. “And I can’t find myself wanting to kill you. That has to mean something, though I’m really no man to figure it out myself.”

You cautiously returned your eyes back to him, shoulders curled forward as if to protect yourself against the blow of any harsh words. But, as he spoke, you felt that anxiety slowly lighten as you pieced together what he was trying to convey in his own strange way. Although, you weren’t really sure what to say in response, filled with too many swarming emotions—both new and old. 

Suddenly you looked at the space between the two of you—was Alastor’s hand there just a minute ago? You looked up to try to get any hint of his goals; but, unsurprisingly, he remained unreadable. It was definitely safer to just ignore it.

Well, that got a lot harder when his pinkie finger stretched towards you just a bit, practically inviting you. You looked at his face one more time, swallowed your fear, and tenderly laid your hand down next to his. You moved it cautiously closer, just enough so that your pinkie touched his own. His lifted up and curled over yours, tightening in a way to bring the rest of your hand closer and enveloping it with his own. Your gaze was fixated on this exchange and you felt heat warm your cheeks and ears.

You both said nothing, but you thought the pounding in your ears would drown out any attempt.

Your attention finally broke from the hands that now clasped together between the two of you, turning up towards Alastor. You found that he had been looking at you with such an intensity it made you feel like an open book before him. His eyes had a slight glow to them now that the sky had fully darkened—eyes that were usually so malicious and secretive seemed to now burn with what you could only assume was affection.

“I can’t promise I’ll be a good man,” He finally broke the silence. His smile was small but strained, and his voice uncharacteristically quiet. 

In response you shook your head with a breathless laugh, tightening your hand just slightly around his as you focused on the street below, watching the scattered presence of night owl demons.

“I probably couldn’t promise the same, either,” You admitted, leaning back and stretching out your legs in the open air over the ledge of the roof. You froze momentarily when Alastor shifted a bit closer, his knee now barely knocking against yours.

He reached his hand out, fingers curling gingerly but firm over your chin and pulling your face closer to his. He examined your face for a moment, red eyes trailing over every curve of your features before settling back to look into your eyes.

“But I can promise, cher,” The new name he referred to you as made the already present flush in your cheeks only intensify. “That as long as you own what’s left of my heart, no demon in Hell can keep you away from me. Not even you.”

His words were spoken almost like a threat in an ominously low tone, that heavy radio affliction dripping from his words. In his eyes was a sudden look of sinister intensity and devotion, something you had never even dreamed of seeing, especially from him and especially towards you. As menacing as the words seemed, you couldn’t stop the wry smirk that inched up your lips, slightly smushed between his fingers that still firmly held your head in place.

“I’d like to see anyone try,” You responded in an attempt to match his energy. This seemed good enough for him, as his smile lifted for a moment as he released you from his grasp and faced forward again.

You yawned and stretched out your arms above your head, popping a few bones in your back before you stood. He followed suit, deftly touching his clothes with one hand to smooth any wrinkles or crooked buttons—his other was still holding your own.

He stepped closer, nearly pressed against you, when suddenly the atmosphere around you seemed to melt in a swirl of black before being replaced with the familiar decor of your hotel room. He gave you a light nudge and you fell back onto the bed.

After recuperating and settling, you watched him from your spot on the bed as he draped off his coat and slacks before joining you in the sheets. His body language was tense and unsure, but to your own pleasure the stiffness in his shoulders lightened just a bit when your hands tenderly rubbed against his skin.

The bed that was only hours before too big and too cold was now inviting with the warmth of Alastor’s body against your own, his scent filling your nose with every inhale as his hair brushed against your cheek. Every movement was a shaky blur as you were still filled with a sense of disbelief and maybe a little bit of adrenaline from the unexpected switch-up from him. The mattress dipped and creaked as he tried to make himself comfortable, which took an awkward few seconds, but after finally settling in you found yourself laid against his chest, fingers trailing down his skin.

Alastor’s own clawed fingers trailed through your hair and he hummed the quietest tune, lulling you further into an exhaustion that you didn’t realize had been creeping up on you. You fell asleep to a comfort that you hoped you wouldn’t have to spend another day in eternity without.

[ultrakill-confessions]

Okay so I may have hyperfixated on and developed my version of GabV1el so hard that I forgot to solidify V2’s relationship with V1 inside my head without having to dismantle their pre-existing (headcanon) relationships

Like in my mind V1 can be kind, which obviously clashes with the canon shit (like why kill literally everyone for the p rank?). I did make up a reason (for survival reasons, although I’m starting to like the ‘likes killing but doesn’t like that it likes that’ idea), but it doesn’t really explain why V1 decided to chase V2 that one time. And why V2 hates V1 for that matter.

I know that two contradictory things can be (head)canon at once, but I like me some continuity so.

help

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[andytheelf]

i'm very tired and bored rn, so I'm going to talk about my current hyperfixation! Here are my opinions that no one asked for or wanted on what type of music I think the different members of the Akatsuki would like. Sorry ahead of time if this is obnoxiously long and boring. Also, apologies for how my shitty taste in music is influencing this post.

Itachi: I think I mentioned this in a previous post, but I think he would like David Bowie's music (Specifically the albums from the early '70s, so Ziggy Stardust and the spiders from mars, Hunky Dory, and Aladdin Sane. Though I do think he would like the song Heroes a lot) I think he would also like queen, especially Queen II. He might also like Blondie and ABBA. He likes some more recent bands or music artists, such as the neighborhood (He probably only listens to chip chrome and the mono-tones though), Cults, Weyes blood, Cigarettes after sex, and Madilyn Mei.

Kisame: He would not listen to that much music, but when he does, he listens to a very random combination of a lot of genres. Like, I think he would like a combination of alternative rock, pop, hip-hop, but mainly instrumental or orchestral. He just gives off the vibe of someone who listens to instrumental music whenever he needs to focus on anything. My sibling once joked that he would like The Strokes, and honestly, I see it- I think he would really like Future, Present, Past , Comedown Machine, or is this it.

Deidara: Deidara would listen to everything, he is 100% the type of person to have an absurdly large collection of vinyls and CDs and way too many liked songs on whatever music streaming service he would use. He probably has headphones on, loudly playing music 24/7. His favorites would probably range from raditude by Weezer to the rise and fall of a Midwest princess to heathers: the musical. His playlists all have no overarching theme, he just puts his songs on whatever playlist he sees first. He would really like punk-rock/punk music and bands especially Sex Pistols or green day. I think he would listen to both mainstream and underground bands. He is the sort of person to like to pretend that he only listens to cool lesser known bands only, but he still somehow knows all the lyrics to the entire 1989 album. He would definitely like lights go out by LuLuYam. He would like Gorillaz.

Sasori: He exclusively listens to instrumental music but is super annoying about it, like he seems like the kind of person to act as if he is superior to others (Deidara) because he listens to more classy music. I feel like the one band that is not classical that he likes is Muse, though he would never admit it.

Hidan: Metal. He would like a lot of the classic metal bands like iron maiden, Metallica, etc. He would love Ghost. Whenever he would find out about a band he hadn't listened to before, he will 100% make it a decent portion of his whole personality for a few days. He and Deidara's music taste has some overlap, so I think they would often swap music recommendations. I think he would like songs with prominent bass lines and electric guitar solos.

Kakuzu: Jazz and classical.

Konan: I think Konan would have a few main genres of music she likes. She probably likes pop-punk and punk, garage rock, some metal, and even a bit of bedroom pop and indie pop. I think she would like The Clash a lot. She would like some Team Dresch songs mainly your hands my pockets. I think she would be a pretty big fan of Cigarettes after sex and TV Girl.

Nagato: He listens to Conan Gray. Konan totally had a Conan Gray phase and you can't change my mind, she introduced him to Conan Grays music, she is long past her Conan Gray phase, Nagato is not. He would like Kid Crow and Found Heaven.

Obito/tobi: While Tobi, he would play all the most annoying joke songs, much to Deidara's annoyance. I honestly can't decide on what type of music he would actually like, I feel like his taste in music would include some stuff Deidara introduced him to. He might like Arcade Fire. But mostly I think he would like sad sounding stuff, maybe Mitski, The Marías, Billie Eilish, and Alex G

The Zetsus: I don't think they would listen to much music.

[thebeetleguy]

Sapphic romance is so beautiful shoutout women shoutout lesbians shoutout bisexuals shoutout adventure time shoutout realistic romance.

The things I really love about Bubbline are very central on the nature of their relationship and the way their very real personalities clash in a very real way. I really appreciate Adventure Time writing their gay women so well because not only do they have gay people but these gay people are women and are written as well as I have ever seen women be written. Really awesome how the narrative handles them.

Not only did Adventure Time excel at writing not only LGBTQ characters but women as well, they introduced it in a show catered toward children which gives young queer watchers a breath of fresh air and a definitively queer experience without it feeling like they were watching anything to heavy or erotic. The most they did was kiss like 3 times ever. The struggle of realistic romance, the young understanding and acceptance of queer love, the relatability of the characters and the phenomenal writing ties the two of these characters so closely to my heart that they never actually leave my mind. Every new hyperfixation I relate to them, every new romance I imagine through the lens of them…

The most important thing about them to me is that they explore trauma, how it affects relationships, and how even messy love can improve when people heal from the wounds they got. A lot of people have this weird stigma about themselves that because they’re traumatized they’re unlovable. Packing all of these important lessons into a children’s show to introduce these concepts early on to younger audiences is really important and it’s done in a compelling way that’s actually enjoyable to watch and consume.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for making a typo?

💬🍃

(to help find later)

This has been really frustrating me, but I don't know if my emotions are clouding my judgement and if I really was the one in the wrong. For context everyone mentioned is an adult.

The other day I (19) was talking with a friend in server about a character from a book series we both really enjoy. Two other people who never read the book were popping into the convo occasionally so me and my friend were trying to explain some context. One of those two people are who the situation revolves around, let's call them Leaf (20), fake name.

I have ADHD and I tend to get really excited when ranting abt my hyperfix, I tend to have a lot to say and a need to get it out as fast as possible, so I tend to make a LOT of typos. I make a lot of typos even when texting normally, it's a very well known fact about me. Because I make so many I don't tend to correct or change them in normal casual conversation because it's simply too much work and takes up too much time when people understand what I'm trying to say anyways.

When trying to explain a character's backstory I accidentally misspelled like and used a k instead of an l, since the letters are very close together on my keyboard. I had NO idea that it was an actual word at all, let alone that it was a slur. There was no malicious intention behind it at all. Leaf let me know that it was a slur, and I immediately apologized and explained I didn't know and I tend to make a lot of typos. Leaf was weirdly condescending about it though, we are NOT very close but they passive aggressively called me their "beloved darling" and to "use my eyes ❤️". They responded to my message with the apology in it by saying "well now you know" basically, and I thought that was it. The conversation moved on.

We sent a lot of messages in between that and when Leaf brought it up again. The original message was typo was completely buried. Admittedly I did not edit the original message right away to correct it, since I don't edit messages on discord often and I was distracted so it slipped my mind. But I did go back immediately when Leaf brought it up again. They said that they felt that being excited about a book isn't an excuse to say a slur and they shouldn't feel scared to speak up about it. We were all very confused by this, because we thought it was resolved and my friend even thought that they had said something wrong this time. I apologized AGAIN and had to do so profusely, with Lead responding to my messages with "ok" multiple times. They finally said that its okay now bc before I hadn't apologized or changed anything. Which is VERY CONFUSING TO ME because I DID APOLOGIZE, AND THEY RESPONDED TO THE MESSAGE WHERE I DID.

I will also admit that I did not like Leaf prior to this incident. They have a tendency to get condescending and harp on others for accidents or mistakes, but when they perceive the slightest bit of criticism they have a break down, regardless of if the actual message meant to be negative. They also do not communicate clearly and it's usually a guessing game in regard to what they're actually trying to say or what the problem is. I know they have some other mental health issues so even though I disliked them I never let it show in my behavior. I tried my hardest to be as polite and kind as possible, because I didn't want Leaf to feel unwelcome in the server. Sometimes people don't vibe and that's alright, their needs just clashed with my own (I have a need to over explain and completely understand a situation, so Leaf being vague and passive aggressive is especially frustrating for me) and I didn't want to isolate them from their friends just because I didn't vibe.

Additionally, in a previous conversation where I was talking about a fandom appropriating my culture and why that made it hard for me to enjoy the source material, Leaf said some questionable things. They were also a fan of what I was talking about, and they didn't seem to understand what I was talking about or why it was upsetting for me. This obliviousness made me extra baffled when it came to the typo incident.

I guess I've just been frustrated at the immaturity of how the situation was handled. I make such an effort to be polite and mature when it comes to them, and some of my other friends have said I've been much more patient with Leaf than they would have been, but maybe my judgment is clouded and I should have done something different. The server that we're in is very small (~20 ppl but usually only 5 or so are regularly active) and I don't want to stir up any kind of drama or trouble when I can just handle my own emotions personally. However what happened baffled me so much I feel like I need an outside opinion.

[s1arco]

Speech Bubble things by @i-love-my-evil-old-husband

TL:DR: queer, multifandom+OC, furry, 18+, pro-kink, antiship, para-complicated, checks reblogs+follows

Hey, my name's Nico!

You can also call me Tempo, my fursona's name

I'm a bisexual transmasc, polyamorous (with one perfect bf currently!) and use he/they/galaxy/star

I'm a 19 y/o furry artist! This is a multifandom blog, so things will change as I switch hyperfixations. Because of how much things change, always feel free to unfollow!

I MIGHT SAY SLURS I CAN RECLAIM, UNCENSORED! Please either make sure those slurs are in your blocklist before following, or don't follow if you're uncomfortable with that! The slurs I say are f/g, f/ggot, and tr/nny (I censored it now just because this is my intro post)

I like to post fandom stuff, mostly fandom OCs, with occasional ship art, fanart and fandomless OCs, plus reblogs of just whatever I want! I do not check profiles before liking/reblogging posts, nor do I expect others to check before liking/reblogging mine

#my art - Any art of mine. WIPs will be excluded

#WIP - WIPs of any art

#doodle and #sketch - Art doodles, I always forget which to use

#saving - Any posts that I'm saving. About half of it might be useful

#not my ship - Reblogged art that I like, but where I don't personally ship the ship shown

This is my fursona, Tempo! They're nonbinary, bi and poly! They also double as my main Hazbin/Helluva OC, but those are two different versions of them (the main differences being that the Hellaverse version is a worse person and the fursona version is not drug-addicted). They are NOT my Hellsona -- I don't have a Hellsona!

(I'm not sure if anyone will make any but) fanart of them and my OCs are always welcome! Just @ me so I can see please! Also ask about ship art! I love ship art but I just wanna know who it's of so it's not adult/child or clashing with their sexualities or anything! (Most characters are bi/pan but a few are gay or even straight)

OCs can be found on my Toyhou.se, along with designs for trade

This is an 18+ blog! While not everything I post is sexy or kinky, some of it is, and that's not stuff I want minors interacting with

Whenever people follow me or reblog my sexual posts, I check their profile to see if they're a minor. If they are a minor, then follow = I ask them to unfollow, and reblog = block

I don't check any likes, or the age of rebloggers on my SFW posts. Checking every like I get, even just on sexual posts, would be too time-consuming, and I don't mind if minors interact with my SFW posts

This blog is

Multiship -- often ships characters in multiple relationships, either with the characters polyamorous or in separate AUs

Antiship -- views the positive portrayal of abusive relationships as immoral and unhealthy, for both the viewers and creators. Antiship ≠ pro-harassment

Pro-kink -- supports people into weird stuff, as long as they're not harming anyone

I check all reblogs and follows to see if the people interacting are proship or proship-adjacent. This is just to ensure that my stuff doesn't start getting recommended to more people along those lines, since they're not people I want regularly interacting with my stuff or trying to chat with me. Any found will be blocked, and reblogs may be asked to be deleted if I decide

Loli/cub and feral NSFW are not kinks. Those are paraphilias, specifically pedophilia and zoophilia. DDLG/variants and petplay are kinks, since the subject is a consenting, roleplaying person, not a child or an animal

I do not believe in the immediate demonization of anyone with any paraphilia or paraphilic disorder. I believe that anyone with a paraphilic disorder or harmful paraphilia should speak to a mental health professional and get the help that they need without judgement or punishment for their problem(s). I believe that they should be judged on their words and actions (whether they've harmed anyone; whether they create, consume or promote abusive content; etc) rather than something that cannot be chosen -- as paraphilias cannot be chosen. People with harmless paraphilias should not be demonized or harassed. Due to the extremely wide ranges of opinions I found on both sides that could put this explanation on either side, this blog is labeled as neither propara nor antipara

I block freely, and I encourage you to block me if you want to, no matter the reason!

Now, have a good day :3

[sillayobjects]

this is the part where i ramble about my lairy headcanons...

i posted this to twitter a while ago for pride month but ill copypaste it here too for the tumblrians (i need to use tumblr more i hate twitter)

vvv insane ramblings of a madman under the cut vvv

i headcanon that airy is autistic. he was hyperfixated on ONE which became his special interest, until liam came along and ended ONE. then he became hyperfixated on liam because ‘backpack’ is all that he has left of ONE. he is also brain damaged. (due to extended isolation and also shattering his head)

airy is cupioromantic/cupiosexual to me, for lack of a better label. but he doesn’t really think about labels or cares about what he identifies as. he just is really interested in liam and all things liam related. he wants to experience everything there is to experience with liam.

as for liam, i headcanon him as adhd. he cannot stand airy but deals with his antics because internally he feels a little guilty for destroying the one thing most important to airy (ONE). he would never admit it, but he thinks its nice that someone cares about him so much.

he doesnt think of himself as anything special, a nobody with a boring life. he’s never had someone dote over him and care for him so unconditionally before, and despite hurting airy and constantly pushing him away, airy will never leave him. he likes that sort of stability.

it took a long time for him to come to terms with the fact that airy wasnt the evil villain he built up in his head, he’s just a very mentally ill dude living in the woods all alone for who knows how long. he doesnt know how to deal with someone like that, and struggles to teach airy boundaries. airy has sort of lost the capacity to genuinely care about other people’s boundaries, but generally wants to make liam happy. his desire to make liam happy clashes a lot with his desire to be close to liam however, because liam does NOT want to be close with airy. any time airy tries to hold hands, hug, or anything further, it makes liam upset (outwardly… sometimes inwardly he likes it and is just being tsundere), so airy has to balance between what he wants and what liam wants. but he’s not very good at balancing.

this leads to liam fighting with airy a lot (airy doesnt fight back), which makes liam feel conflicted about his feelings towards airy, as he can see that he has no malicious intent, but is still very cold and insensitive regarding his feelings.

in my mind, they have a very interesting dynamic!!! its not entirely healthy, liam has the mindset of “i can fix him…” but… he cannot fix that thing. he will realize this eventually

i bend things every so often for funsies (like making liam a lot more tolerant towards him, or more hateful/unforgiving) because i like every flavor of lairy.

if you've made it this far you must be a big lairy fan... i will bestow upon you my two fanfics... maybe you will like? :)

Curtain Call - Begin Again

[fictionfixations]

damn that turn in like the animation of when you get an id for the first time, thats really really cool

like wooah look how menacing

looks cool

would have to see his kit because hm the killing allies thing does concern me

i mean i know like his fell bullet ego also did the same and i think upon killing allies would do even more damage? i dont entirely know how it works but at least you usually probably only use it like once, not have like an id that can do that a whole bunch more

i mean people can probably build teams around it like oh having a few ids in as fodder that youre gonna have him kill intentionally but i have no idea how thats set up.

actually question, do passives still work if the id died? i cant remember 💀

very curious how his kit is and how people'll utilize him

i also dearly await the fell bullet yi sang vs gubo solo stuff (or i wonder if maybe itd be more like there are other ids but with the expectation of him killing them and they dont do anything else except defense skills 🤷)

also i

cant get over how this dropped like 40?? something seconds away from the new alien stage video dropping so im just watching the countdown youtube automatically gives to videos being premiered, get a ping,

realize its a new limbus company thing and im just sat here like NOO (cause i wanna watch it but i was taking a long while to think and it reached 20 seconds...)

??? DO I GO WATCH IT and i look at how long the video is and realize wait shit i cant watch it in time and then quickly go back to alnst before the countdown ends

and now im just. like a mess of emotions after the rollercoaster that video was oh my god so my mind is kind of in disarray as i watch his video

fell bullet yi sang i will give you the appreciation you deserve i swear (i wanna read your uptie story 👀 though im actually gonna save now)

but my hyperfixations are clashing and one is story (...and i. i think it was the last video???? IT SURE SEEMED LIKE IT) and the other just an animation showcase so uh yeah.

youre not dropping the same time as alnst when dropping your kit though so youll be fine and i shall eat that up 👍 (well, i read stuff, but that doesnt mean i fully understand, so i shall watch the funny cube man read it and explain it to me)

and also anything else updating is in july so youre fine

also wait i forgot but what happened to wei yi sang 💀

.........i mean i guess we've never seen him fight?? maybe thats why??

or is he dropping too in the next intervallo???

i wonder.

also i dont know shit about the story of fell bullet, i remember i think in one of the refraction railways that guy was the boss but do i know anything about it? uh no

so im curious, cause people called this gubo yi sang because gubo had this ego gear, but would that mean yi sang's uptie story would be about like if he either took the place of gubo or was working with gubo or something something like that, or like him in the shoes of the boss whose name i cannot remember

the dialogue makes me think its probably more on the thing(? person?? i have no idea) fell bullet is based on but im still hella curious

[cuckaracha]

Ohhh please give Ace opinions. I love seeing people yap about Ace

With pleasure ^_^!

V spoilers talk! V

Most of my opinions were revealed to be sort of true on the last episode so it wouldn't surprise me if this is one-to-one what everyone believes now: Ace to me seems like an extremely love starved person, like, its so painfully obvious that he's faced some sort of neglect in his life. So much so to the point that he keeps himself guarded all the time to avoid falling for the trap of liking someone and then they immediately turn on him. Hence what he said to Levi during the trial. Ace is feels too much. He's well aware of his surroundings and how shitty he acts, but if he doesn't feel anger or fear, the loneliness kicks in. It's a toxic cycle of self-hatred, low self-esteem and cynicism. Though I do believe that it's mostly the situation making his bad habits shine more brightly, because during the prologue/chapter1, Ace is kind of just a bratty jock. He cracks jokes, he hangs out with everyone and he seems to not be plagued as much by his fear unless you breach the topic.

Hence why I personally think that there's no other person like Levi to be used as foil for him. Regardless of how you think on their relationship, be it romantic or platonic or whatever, it's nothing new that their attitudes clash so much, it comes back around to them covering each other's weakness very well. A little guy that feels to much and is scared of giving out of fear of being hurt, and a big guy that feels too little that gives to others out of necessity. So when taken to their natural extreme, they would very obviously have problems, specially under the circumstances that they're both in. Ace, tragically believing the one thing he knew he shouldn't have, and Levi hopelessly attempting to fix what he inadvertently broke. It's peak toxic yaoi imo.

(which also, at least in my opinion, makes Levi the one true Ace lover. None of the other boys have as much of their nuance intrinsically mangle with Ace's as him. But again, that's just me. Ship this little freak with however boy you want. Fuck it. Make him a slut even.)

The other thing that has popped in my mind a lot is his family situation. I know with my take of his family, he's like a middle child or whatever, but that was just me wanting to be contrarian to the obvious, more solid interpretation of Ace being the eldest of the 9 brothers. Because when you think about, him being forced into jockeying by his family to maintain them economically makes sense. He hates it, but if he doesn't do it, he'll be the loser everyone knows him to be. He'd be disposed of by his family, believing that they only care about him for his talent and the money that comes from it. And if he doesn't do it, the job might fall to one of his younger siblings. Something he can't morally do. Because as much of a stupid little shithead as he is, he's not an idiot. Ace knows what's right and what's wrong. He understands the cruelty of the world to an extent. And as such. He's forced into being the breadmaker for his big ass family until the day he either retires or dies.

All this to say. I love Ace Markey. He's such a silly little goofball full of depression and anxiety that is one fart away from going insane. Like I haven't even touched on my thoughts on Taylor (which I also got right on my earlier theory) and how that affects the Ace economy. I relate so much to this guy it's fucking unreal. I don't think I've ever hyperfixated on a character this much. Like. So much so that I even got a fucking custom plushie made out of him and am constantly drawing him.

Anyways thanks for listening to my old man ramble, have an Ace my friend Fennex made.

[pilot-boi]

i know this is about jaune but i have a hyperfixation on a character and it’s everyone’s problem now im sorry

i need more oscar (and oz) fusion au content or im gonna have to make it myself there’s angst to be had there…please…i love my boys

It’s not just about Jaune! He’s just the catalyst. And it’s not just Jaune who can fuse with people, he’s just the one who starts the chain reaction. I can explain how this works in more detail in a different ask, if you’re interested

Jaune fuses with Oscar (and everyone else) before leaving on the train and PROMPTLY unfuses from the weight of two souls, two sets of memories, and centuries worth of regrets. Jaune vomits and collapses, and Oscar and Oz are Shook

Oscar has been carrying another person’s soul for a month, but it NEVER felt like this. It never felt like his was vanishing and merging into someone completely different. Poor kid has a break down after realizing that this is the fate that awaits him

Oz, meanwhile, understands for the first time what it feels like for his hosts. He’s always been there during the merge, of course, but he’s never been the one getting subsumed by another persona. He’s never had to feel his mind dissolve and clash against another soul suddenly occupying the space

And as Ozpin sits there in Oscar’s mind as the boy hiccups sobs and hyperventilates, he’s never felt more guilty about his curse falling onto this boy

[spyderlondon]

The Amazing Pokemon Circus Prologue

The Amazing Pokemon Circus is based on two of my most prominent hyperfixations- Pokemon (specifically Pokemon Mystery Dungeon) and The Amazing Digital Circus. Filled with intrigued, comedic moments and action!

Art by @mangotangerinepastry

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Bladed arms met with colorful legs as two pokemon clashed in a destroyed area, both were already plenty injured but neither of which accepted defeat. They shoved off each other, going far in opposite directions as they breathed heavily in their exertion.

"Why must you oppose me, brother?!" The Kartana hissed out as his eyes narrowed in fury, "I have used enough Swords Dances to defeat you in just a few more attacks- just admit defeat!" He readied another Leaf Blade as he watched his brother cautiously.

The Blacephalon stared in exhaustion but refused to let himself faint so easily, "Your way of thinking..." He panted as he floated in the air, trying to prepare himself for his brother's next attack, "...it goes too far. It could hurt the humans... that will come in... We were told... to keep them safe and happy..." He explained while out of breath, he wasn't going to last much longer... But he still had one attack up his sleeve and it was going to hurt.

Blacephalon shook his head before engulfing his body in flames, racing towards the Kartana that was already speeding towards him with his arms turned in sharp leaf blades that were designed to hit as critically as possible and with his attack stat already fully boosted, he was sure if it landed- it would knock him out. He raced around to avoid as much as possible before finally hitting his brother hard with his head and flames which caused the leaf blades to go up in flames but not before they struck him hard on the back.

The clown like pokemon yelled out in pain as he fell hard to the ground, on the verge of defeat, his health nearly depleted. His whole body throbbed in agonizing pain, "Dear Arceus... get me away from him..." He pleaded with the pokemon deity in quiet prayer.

"You have one last chance to give up peacefully." Kartana warned, one of his bladed arms pointed at the colorfully dotted head of his brother, "I have already proven to be far stronger than you and I am not afraid to teach you that multiple times." He drawled in warning.

The older brother would glare if he had eyes before he suddenly grabbed smaller pokemon's arms quickly and yanked him close to his head, "I won't go down without you. Mind Blown." He hissed.

Kartana's eyes suddenly, "Waitwaitwait-!" He tried to get away but it was too late. Blacephalon's head shrank to a tiny size as his brother tried to struggle out of his brother's grip.

KABOOM!

The head suddenly exploded with a loud bang. The environment around the two once fighting brothers became a large crater as pebbles, dirt and everything around was flown all over the place but it wasn't like either of the beasts could see as both of them were blown far, far away in opposite sides. Not seeing how two portals opened up to swallow of the fainted pokemon before closing back up.

Far above the clouds floated a large Pokemon with two long disconnected arms that had holes on either side, the openings on the larger ends seemed to stop glowing once the portals closed up. The floating pokemon, Celesteela, floated downwards until they were barely hovering above the crater with a small Naganadel floating a bit above them. The larger beast looked at the smaller one, "Keep an eye on them." They simply ordered as they created a portal for the poison-dragon type to go through.