#HIIII WELCOME BACK

[the-blossica-fan]

Ah, a new main story update.

Call me Semmelwiess the way I'm still stuck in Vienna...

YOU'RE BACK!!! HIIII

Best chapter ever, chapter 6. You're gonna enjoy it for real.

And, dam true, Semmelweis just got her latest trauma extension so I guess you two can share Vienna!! Like besties do! (Run Comrade)

I can't say a lot about the new chapter tbh, I haven't made it to half of it, and I also allow no spoilers 😠

Just know you're not actually missing much ☝️

[spaceinvadeeer]

sigh. guess fucking what.

[ii-meeple-confessions]

i wont lie the fact mephone didn't know the true extent of his powers before the finale is Actually Insane to me. That's gotta be a terrifying existential threat in its own right holy FUCK. Imagine waking up one day and in THE SPAN OF THAT SINGLE DAY learning that you CREATED everyone you've ever loved (barring some exceptions) and your own life is a hell YOU made. Literally everything ever can be blamed on you because suddenly YOU are the root cause of everything wrong with everyone. IN THE SPAN OF A DAY this guy went from being an admittedly traumatized Reality T.V show host to JESUS CHRIST to extremely traumatized and wounded (and also out of a job) average robot guy. I THINK ITS SO AMUSING AND ALSO VERY INSANE.

Something something him having nightmares of being a god again, of having all that power, being in a position of such authority and KNOWING IT, and all the things he could do with it. How he'd kill and disrespect and hurt others without a single care in the world because he was untouchable. In another world, maybe he IS just like that, but in this one, the idea now TERRIFIES him. I love (and have talked about before) the idea of mephone specifically avoiding leadership positions and not trying to take on more power then he thinks he's 'worthy' of because he's nervous at the idea of controlling others. And I think it holds really valid when you look at canon. Power imbalance has been the root of all his pain, be it cobs or himself. And that. Agh. Ough. Ouch. This guy. This GUY... -2G anon (I missed this blog, it's nice to be back!!!!)

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[cadaverousdecay]

I haven't logged onto my tumblr in a few years and I have no idea who you are but your vibes are familiar.... have you changed your @ recently? or I guess not so recently since it may have been years?

used to be whyamionlyabletouse32characters :3 i looked like this

[crescentfool]

What are your ryomina headcanons? I've loved these two since I played P3 FES, and I'm so excited to get back into the fandom^^

hi!! thank you so much for the ask, welcome back to the p3 fandom, it's always a delight to see new and old ryomina fans alike! 🥺💛💙

as for headcanons, here's a "few" i that i tend to come back to a lot! my interpretations of them are influenced from both the source material and other's fanworks, so i've linked to them as i saw fit! hcs in no particular order under the cut because oops this got long (900 word bullet point list, mentions of reload content up to 1/1)

minato's hair is dyed blue (hair originally brown, you can see it in his roots!) and he has a beauty mark on under his left eye. i like mirror imagery and there's definitely a few arts i've rb'd that portray them this way :) (e.g. this one by feliichu and this one by marasschino)

as far as i'm concerned the bathhouse scene from the manga where ryoji's hair down = similar shape to minato? that is canon to me. this art from xierru is a fun depiction of hair down ryoji :D

ryoji is homeless. everyone say thank you foxmulder_whereartthou for this awesome fic it's why i have the headcanon! but like seriously. we have no idea where ryoji lives and i could believe this.

minato dying at the end of the game is sad to an outsider's POV BUT!!! ryomina gets to be together in death for the rest of their lives (this illustration from mafuwara is a gorgeous representation of them as nyx avatar + the seal)!

speaking of the seal, they are like telepathically communicating to me in the great seal together. (mymp3 had a comic wip with this. give it a looksie :D)

ryoji likes cuddling with minato because he's warm :) (something something orpheus has fire affinity, minato is warm by extension and ryoji is cold because he's death)

ryoji's camera roll is filled with pictures of minato! ryoji... loves life, to me. and i feel that photography and journaling are perfect ways of expressing gratitude and capturing the moments in life that are most important to you :3

my other favorite activity for these two is stargazing- i feel like it's something they could appreciate either in life or death (looking at the stars from the great seal...)! they do a bit of this in the fic eurydice's vow by crescentmoontea (P5R spoilers, takes place in third sem it's a very fun fic concept).

between ryoji and minato i feel like ryoji was the one who fell in love first- and it doesn't really click in place for minato that he loves ryoji until december hits (appriser reveal + ryoji transforming into thanatos). its about the realization that ryoji was with him for his whole life and that he gets him like no one else does.

ryoji is like a sad and wet puppy who is so scared minato won't like him back. he is so scared of being rejected by minato to me like. this boy straight up deflates after he does his "i know i said i wanted us to be friends, but... i actually want to be something more." / "what about you?" on 12/1 ???

AND SPEAKING of wet puppy ryoji. ryoji is like. every animal in the world to me. he's a bird. he's a cat. etc. and also ryoji knows every language in the world ever and uses it to express his love for minato. see this fic from superheroics to see what i mean.

both of them are lactose intolerant. "this isn't lactose, it's milk!" i definitely think ryoji would make himself sick eating ice cream and milk he doesn't know what lactose is. (i made a silly poll about this once and the tags were very entertaining.)

i see minato as transmasc or nonbinary depending on the day (schrodinger's headcanons babey they're simultaneously true and not true at the same time!!). either way he's not cis to me and ryoji is like. His Gender. anyway go read this fic by nail_gun for t4t ryomina :D !

ryomina are WEIRD GUYS TO ME!!! they are so strange and they understand each other better than anyone else because of the circumstances of their relationship!!! if you asked them to do the "i wonder what i taste like" meme i think they'd start biting each other (affectionate) tbh but that's just me.

after ryoji gives minato the music box in 12/31 on reload, minato listens to the music box every night in january. this boy has insomnia and also chronic illness to me (things that housing death does to you). but i think he finds comfort in the melody and memories he made with ryoji.

in general, i think it's fun to imagine minato taking ryoji to places and show him things he's interested in! i feel that ryoji takes a lot of interest in minato's life, this isn't really a hc because in reload, minato DOES give ryoji a tour of the school (11/9) and possibly port island (11/12). but ITS CUTE OK! (tangentially related fanwork: this series of doodles from vinnigami: 1, 2, and 3)

not a hc but minato's kindness is like the backbone of their relationship and i think we would not have the ryomina we know and love today if minato wasn't such a kind soul. oh minato.... we can learn so much from you... like ryoji did!

anyway! that's all the hcs that i could think of, thank you for the ask! i had a lot of fun answering this, these two mean a lot to me 💛💙

i hope you don't mind the links to the fanart and fanfic as well, the fanwork people have made for ryomina have really made an imprint on me! if you want to see more of them, i definitely recommend looking through my tag for them because oh. i got a lot of them reblogged alright 😂 (<- SOOO NORMAL)

[kreachvera]

[brokenpuns]

Oh, we love the [REDACTED]

yes this is shipart… scratches head

[mychlapci]

Megatron has regular orgies with his high command and some of his favorite soldiers. They last all night long, no one gets any sleep. It ends with a lot of them sparked; oh well, just means more strong soldiers for the Decepticon cause.

-💚💙

(Sorry I haven't sent a horny anon ask in a while, I've been busy with work and being in a musical!)

Auhhhh the entire decepticon high command getting pregnant!! i can just imagine them all waddling around as they try to do their job, holding onto their huge baby bumps... mhmm

[a-hazbin-spider]

“Oh! Angel! If I need to pay to waste your time, how much do I owe you? Is it, like.. $5 for 5 minutes? Or maybe I’m ‘lowballing’ you…? Huh. Anyway!! Just let me know! Because I have too many things to ramble about, and you’re my lucky target today! :D”

-@theprincesscharchar

“Okay, Dollface. Let’s hear it.” Angel stretches, rubbing at his eyes. Yeah, he’s back now, and technically off the clock, but. He won’t turn down five bucks. His head bobbles in a nod and he leans back. Facing is palm up to gesture her to begin.

[gaudebo]

I see you like my oc :333333

I DOOOOO the hairstyle was so cute!!! i was snooping on your blog before work for more info lol

[briana-matthews]

It feels surreal to see everyone after getting my memories back because. what.

[soursweetshota]

Little brother that tries to act mature like daddy, wants to be big and strong like him- so he takes care of his little sister and tries to carry her everywhere, puts her in his lap, kisses her little cheeks and his hands start getting more and more grabby cause that’s what he sees Daddy do to Mommy. Little brother treating his little sister as his small wife <3

(is ☕️ taken?)

wait das so cuuute omgggg >.<

[dragonmasterhiccup]

(AAHHHGSSB been a while since I've done this 🫣HELLOO) ————

Noise. That was the first thing she thought of when she stepped foot on that island. It was rather too noisy, even for her. She covered her ears multiple times in a vain attempt to silence out the burdensome commotion which overwhelmingly surrounded her. Her father's voice was, thankfully, the only one which could soothe her in the midst of such chaotic babel. The next thing she knew, or at least remembered, was fretfully walking into a large, spacious room where other groups of Vikings were scattered about. "A meeting" her dad called it. She didn't particularly understand why they had to travel for hours to come to it. She wasn't a fan of being aboard on a ship for an extended period of time.

The small, stiff, and apprehensive girl dubiously sat next to her father, a little too close at first (something he had to then correct) as she nervously bit her lip, a habit she had begun developing at her young age. "Freya!" He spoke, only loud enough for her to hear; his voice was firm, yet graciously dipped in compassion for her. "Don't do that to your lip. You'll end up bleeding if you keep doing it."

Instantly she stopped and fiddled with her hands in the meantime. It seemed an eternity before the "meeting" started, allowing her to unhurriedly glance at the scenery. Tall, intimidating Vikings on every side of the lengthy and round table discussed matters her mind didn't have a lot of knowledge on yet. It made her feel smaller than she appeared. The subtle stares thrown her way didn't go unnoticed either. That, however, she did have a warning for. Her father spoke of different tribes that didn't particularly "like" them, and she was prepared for that. Therefore, to distract herself from such unwanted attention, her amber eyes lifted themselves up to the person beside her, startling herself in the process.

The now defensive, yet curious, girl did a double take as she stared at the…very small boy that sat next to her. Why was he there? What was he doing sitting next to one of the Chiefs? Piles of questions filled her thoughts as she uncomfortably shifted in her spot. Her curiosity, however, got the best of her in the end, and as the adults continued to talk, she lightly scooted her chair ever so slightly closer to the boy's direction. "Hey, who are you..?" She whispered, her tone trepidatious as she became vaguely brittle.

Thor only remembers how their short-lived conversation went. One important detail her mind did grasp onto for memory, despite the rest of their interaction being fuzzy, was his name. She concluded it was a strange one. A name she hadn't heard before now. After hearing it, she hesitantly gave hers in return, questioning whether or not that was safe.

When it came time to leave, she immediately stood and turned to him, furrowing her brows and stiffly bowing her head to say goodbye, a tradition which her tribe never lost. Holding her father's hand as they made their way to their ship, her face showed herself deep in thought, meditating on the peculiar name that boy had.

"Hiccup… How weird.."

And so it was, on the rare occasions when she'd go to these meetings as a girl, she made it a point to at least greet the strange-named boy, too nervous and cautious to form a genuine friendship.

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"Any sign of them yet?"

"No, not yet."

"They're usually always on this route! Our afternoon has gone and passed now! It'll be sunset before you know it!"

"Can't you calm down for one second, Einar?! Please?!" Ylva shouted, running her hand through the black strands of her hair, grateful it was short in length. If it hadn't been, it would otherwise be a tangled mess.

The young man who stood behind her in an infuriating manner, Einar, scoffed slightly - the sound barely audible. "If you ask me, I think Freya should just come up with a different plan. She--"

"He's coming back! Andri found them!" Ylva interrupted, nearly hitting the ginger in the face as she jumped from the unexpected appearance. "Stand back, they're all on dragons!" She began pushing him away towards another end of the ship they were on, ignoring his vexing comments of ‘Oh, wow, we didn't notice.’ The rest of their small crew, which, in total, consisted of seven people, quickly moved aside to where she stood, awaiting for the dragon riders to land.

Einar spared a short glance at their leader, noticing she didn't come down from the upper deck and instead chose to remain speaking to one of the guards she brought along, her back turned towards them and almost out of sight. "Well, she sure does care about this meeting, huh..?"

His sarcasm was cut short as he narrowly managed to stop himself from falling over as the long anticipated group arrived, shaking the ship with the newly added weight. The one who found the group they needed, Andri, nodded towards them as he dismounted the changewing he sat upon, swiftly striding across the deck to stand by them.

They all carefully watched the newcomers, waiting for something to happen as Freya turned to examine the scene from above for a moment. She mumbled something quietly to the guard, words somewhat muffled due to the black neck gaiter that hid half of her face before she started to leisurely walk to the beginning of the small staircase. One voice, however, decided to speak when it wasn't deemed proper.

"So? Which one of you is the leader? You dragged us over here, now tell us why!"

Everyone from the bjornson tribe grew silent in complete bewilderment and shock. Including their leader. That is, until Andri replied in a low and threatening tone: "Who do you think you are?"

Ylva looked as though she were in total disgust at the rather short man who was bold enough to say such a thing, lips curled in revulsion and features clothed in detestation. Einar could only gape, blinking wildly. He soon snapped out of his surprised daze and responded almost in an incomprehensible speech: "How can you say something like that?! I mean, who even are you--?!"

"Snotlout! Who are you?" He retorted, crossing his arms as the bjornsons continued to exclaim in offense. Andri, thankfully, looked behind him to see Freya finally going down what little stairs there were, her darkened drape cloak lightly swaying with each step made as she calmly made her way towards them.

He awkwardly cleared his throat, stopping Einar and Ylva from going into a full argument between a guy they had no acquaintance of. "Alright, that's enough. We apologize." He put his hand out in front of them both and gestured behind them, making them step aside.

Apparently, ‘Snotlout’ didn't get the hint as he inattentively grumbled, "Can she tell us who we're supposed to be talking to here?" He raised his voice a bit as the stranger became closer, "Hey! Is your leader even on this ship? Where are they--" But then, his words abruptly were forced to end as he noticed the rest of their small crew respectfully bow their heads in greeting while she, at last, stood a reasonable distance away from Berk's group.

"Right here."

Her tone sounded as though she was holding herself back from laughing, eyes barely squinting to show that she had been smiling beneath the cloth that covered any other evidence of it. After a brief second, she composedly brought down the neck gaiter, revealing that she was, in fact, very amused by the interaction. She attentively glanced at the people who came with the Chief of Berk for a moment before standing taller and bowing her head in greeting towards them as well, nonchalantly closing her eyes while doing so.

It was almost done mockingly because of Snotlout, but since it was their custom, she still had the courtesy to do it wholeheartedly. The rest of the bjornsons followed her actions, although a little unwillingly. "Pleasure to meet you guys at last, in the flesh." Freya spoke in an unruffled conduct, struggling not to snort at how…interesting things were going so far.

Lifting her head, she surveyed the other group in front of them, eyes silently proclaiming that she was intrigued. "Andri here," she gestured at the taller man next to her, "already gave you a short explanation as to why we've been looking for you. I'll go into deeper details right now about it, but first.."

Freya's attention was directed to a certain one amongst the people from Berk. More specifically, the one with a prosthetic leg. "I don't want to keep assuming things incorrectly. Are you the Chief?" She asked him, memories of his name flashing in the back of her mind. She dared not say it though, in case she was wrong.

'I'm pretty sure he didn't even have a prosthetic if it is him anyways..'

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Hiccup didn't want to go to the gathering of Chieftains, but Stoick didn't give him a choice. So here he was, clinging to his father's cloak, green eyes wide as he took in his surroundings.

There were too many people towering over him, and the boy shrank down in his seat from sheer intimidation. His hands wouldn't keep still, pulling at his sleeves, his father's cloak, whatever he could fidget with.

A voice to his side made him jump, his eyes even wider as he took in the dark haired girl beside him. He gulped. "I--I'm Hiccup. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third." Sniffling, he wiped his nose. "It's a stupid name, I know...w-who are you?"

Freya.

Hiccup hadn't heard a name like hers before, either. Even though he was from Berk, he didn't quite understand why everyone's names were so strange. But hers was kind of pretty.

They talked a little, slowly but surely Hiccup began to open up. When the meeting ended, he tilted his head at her bow, but did the same in return. He didn't know why, it just felt right.

Stoick was shocked when Hiccup requested to come back the next time, hoping to see his new friend again.

She wasn't always there. When she was missing, Hiccup was left to entertain himself while the meetings droned on. But, when she was present, Hiccup made a beeline towards her, bringing a small wooden gift and offering it with a smile.

Afterwards, he became embarrassed for giving her the gift, thinking it might have been weird...so he didn't make a habit of it, though he always made sure to say hello.

She never talked much, but he didn't mind. He just liked having someone to talk to.

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Fifteen years later, Hiccup was twenty one years old, Chief of Berk, with a dragon best friend and missing his lower left leg.

They were on their way back from freeing captured dragons when someone flagged them down.

Hearing their reasons, Hiccup felt he should at least hear their leader out. Despite the protests of his fellow riders, he sent his mother and Fishlegs on ahead to guide the new dragons back to Berk. He kept Snotlout and the twins with him as he looked into this, just in case.

As they neared the ship, Hiccup took note of the small crew, and wondered what else might be going on...

Landing, he dismounted Toothless, though the Twins decided to stay in their respective saddles. Keeping his helmet on, he looked around at the strangers surrounding them.

When Snotlout spoke up rather rudely, the Chief shot his cousin a look, shaking his head at the fellow rider's arrogance and pressing his fingers to his forehead. "Oh, gods..." His cousin could get them killed with that mouth of his.

Hiccup was about to step in, give an apology of his own when the crew moved out of the way of the masked stranger coming down from the upper deck. The way they bowed their heads was oddly familiar, but he couldn't quite place where he'd seen that before...

Looking at the leader, he could see her amber eyes flash as she took in the sight of the dragon riders. The combination of her eyes and dark hair, the way she bowed was incredibly familiar as well. Hiccup stayed still as his eyes narrowed under his helmet, trying to place where he may know this woman from.

When she removed her face covering, he stifled a gasp. He knew this woman...a very, very long time ago. Or, at least, he was fairly certain he did.

...Freya?

When she turned her direction towards him, he had to remind himself to not blow it. He'd wait, see if she remembered him first before saying anything. Maybe it'd be better if she didn't remember the weird kid from those chief gatherings...

How she had already pegged him as the leader, he didn't know, but in response to her question, he stooped over, removing his helmet. Straightening back up, he ran his fingers through his hair to fix it, his expression firm. "Yes. I'm Hiccup Haddock, Chief of Berk."

Tucking the helmet under his arm, he stepped forward, still staying a respectful distance away. "It's not often that others seek our help--"

"Yeah, that's a mistake," Ruffnut said, crossing her arms.

"You know how many battles we could dominate while on the backs of dragons?" Tuffnut said excitedly. "All of them! That's how many!"

Sighing exasperatedly, Hiccup whirled around. "Would you two cut it out? Why don't you...check the perimeter, or something?"

They rolled their eyes, scoffing, but soon they were back in the air. Shaking his head, the chief turned back towards the other leader. "Sorry about that. Can, can we go over those details now?"

[rainbow-beanie]

Looked up if someone could experience trauma at a young age from someone leaving, cause that was definitely something that happened to scratch, (idia moving away, presumably leaving him alone) and:

AND WHAT’S DESCRIBED HERE PERFECTLY REPRESENTS SCRATCH I’M SCREAMING-

“Can leave people feeling anxious and worried about their own physical and emotional safety” thinks about how last episode scratch was trying REALLY hard to convince people he has a “rock star personality” aka asking if they think he’s cool, and unintentionally or not desperately seeking their approval.

“Children worried about how their basic needs will be met may suffer from from anxiety and have a pronounced need for control over what’s happening around them.” The whole scene in the first episode where Molly first moved in and how he reacted is a very important aspect of his character. The moment he realized the mcgee’s were moving into HIS HOME he immediately wanted them out, cause he didn’t want anything to change on that moment, he’s scared of change, it TERRIFIES him, and when he was unable to convince Molly to move out he sits curled up in the corner of the room.

And when that didn’t work he tried to flee out the window (unfortunately because of the curse, that didn’t work.)

(Also this is not a diss at Molly, she was completely unaware that what she was doing was stressing scratch out, she was just too focused on decorating her new room on her new home, something that she probably did multiple times. Molly had trauma too that involves her and her family moving around her whole life. Point is Molly and scratch both have trauma, and it’s up to them to work through it)

Him having anxiety is a very important thing we (and when I mean we I mean the fandom) found out shortly after in the mind aired, what with a monkey being in his mind, which could be a reference to “monkey mind” in which it was first taught over 2,000 years ago by the Buddha, he described the human mind as “being full of drunken monkeys, constantly screeching, fighting, chattering, distracting, and generally creating mental chaos” which is a perfect representation of anxiety. And perhaps adhd, but I’ll probably need someone that has it to say whether or not this is true.

Point is, scratch being anxious is something that has been very prominent on the show, the first instance being in turnip twist where he was extremely stressed out cause of the ghost council breathing down his neck about his scare reports (something I’ll never forgive them for btw)

Anyway, thanks for coming to my Ted talk

[karihighman]

Tracy hanging out with Jesse’s sister Jenna is one of the best things to come out of her (Jenna) working on PD 😄👍 love their friendship! Also, I’m totally convinced that 👋 is Tracy’s go-to selfie pose haha. She looks great regardless though — loved that she’s back on IG!!

[thegalacticjustice]

Yknow what fuck you. Curse of ten-ask blinding stew on Star. - aftergraveyard

Star is now blind for 10 asks