#dj c-type

[cirnothemovie]

shes so crazyyy!! love her!

closeup under cut

[cusackswhitehair]

Hallo!

asking for romantic! hoarder alex hcs :]

(I love this stinky italian a little too much lol)

//Desc: Certainly, I was soo waiting for this one!! And no worries, that numbskull is hard not to love if you manage to look through like…every attribute of his! But this was certainly a really fun time, because it is physically impossible to imagine this guy not being in a total blindzone when it comes to romance. I also made this one non-gender specific for all Hoarder Alex kissers alike! Thanks for the request as always!! \\

𐙚｡⋆♡ 💌 Hoarder Alex Romantic Headcanons 🗯️ 𐙚｡⋆♡

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When it comes to Alex and love, he has the same philosophy like with his trinkets ; he sees something he likes and he will make it his purpose in life to know it as his. His science end here though, the whole operation tumbling down as if it was a fascinating car wreck. It’s insulting how much he lacks the ability to flirt when he puts in the effort. “So uhm— do…do angels have names?” “I’m sorry?” “C-Cause—like you’re an angel, as…as like, like I—HHNG FORGET IT! PORCA MISERIA!!” It is quite painful to watch, his skills only seem to work when he’s infuriated, (not a difficult state to keep him in) his passion blooms the best mid crash-out and it’s quite beautiful in a way.

Alex — for a lack of a better word, has numerous foes and fiends to his name, so just brush it off when you pull up at his bridge and find him having quite a squabble with someone. “KEEP ROAMING AROUND MY BRIDGE AND YOU PAY THE PRICE, YOU GOT THAT SFIGATO—oh, hey babe, you’re here early, cool.”

Belive it or not, despite how much of a deadbeat Alex can seem for first glance, he writes poems. More importantly, poems for you, he does have quite the firey passion inside of him and he SOMETIMES doesn’t waste it on smugly sitting on his trash bags and yelling at people walking by like a madman. He writes his poems in blank those files he loves to organize, well now we know, the man is quite the troubadour!

Him and his partner would find the best common ground in the people they hate. The gossip puts highschool girls into SHAME. “That jerk has been eyeing my things all day, look at those eyes, he’s got shifty eyes and they’re shifting on MY PROPERTY!” “Yeah, and that hairstyle is atrocious.” “YEAH—wait, hm?”

Unfortunately, he is definetely one of those guys who would brag about how they used to DJ. While that in and of itself is tragic, don’t knock until you tried it! Some regulars in the Purge Event do seem to know the guy very well and they’re far from complaining.

He is also the type of guy who, after a harsher argument between the two of you — would to pull up in front of your house in the middle of the night and start blaring cheesy love songs, making sure he will wake everyone up in a ten meter area.

He is keen on PDA, being ridiculously posessive he will always be holding your hand in public, standing by your side, chirping into your conversations with people. He is also quite effective as an unexpected body guard, if he senses someone overstepping your boundaries, the offender won’t hear the end of it. And don’t even get me started on catcallers…

You’re probably one of the few people who ever got to touch his hoard, and since it is simply a goldmine of funky trinkets, you often find yourself spending the whole day by his bridge, idly chatting along, sneaking under the bridge to steal a kiss or two like two giggling teenagers on Lovers’ Lane. It’s quite a lovely schedule.

No matter how much he wants to keep up the façade about himself — he complains to his partner all the time. About how hard and unfathomable his job is, about how bad his back hurts, about how he “can’t walk for too long!” because he’s got clubfoot (he doesn’t, he’s just lazy). Just pray he doesn’t catch the flu, that man will act like he’s on his death bed.

Alex loves to huddle up with his partner, it sort of seems to be in his nature, him being…how do I say this? Full-figured. It’s easy to just grab onto him and never let go, not to mention how aerodynamic he is! His droopy face is always curved just enough so that he can hide his nose into your neck and curl his tail around your leg while he’s at it. Deserved after all of that hard work he does (being a compulsive slacker)!

Hiding behind his overly tetchy temperament, he can bottle up his emotions and stay silent when something hurt him. Make sure to check up on him sometimes, he’d appriciate it.

If you think he’s masking his feelings well enough, think again and look down at his tail. It’s always a perfect indicator to tell you if he’s actually mad at you or not. But don’t tease him about it please, he has it rough enough.

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[nizhspo]

hiiii baby 😛 walk with me... c o n t r o l by pnd with collegeau!atsumu... maybe you haven't seen him since before spring break and now you both are on campus and now he's missing it....

OR OR OR freak in you or let's get married by pnd with osamu where y'all are flirting and giving each other song recs and he puts this on

but you can go with whatever vibes the songs give to you i trust you completely ��🫂

hi baeee u always know how to put me to work i got u!! took me a MINUTE but i got u.. and now we’re starting off w osamu for freak in you

you don’t really know the birthday girl. she’s one of those mutual-friends-of-a-friend types, pretty, loud, with an invite list full of people who dress like they know their angles.

the rooftop venue is warm with bodies and music, a dim kind of golden that flatters everyone.

you came for your friend, not the function. and it was only beneficial that you happened to live in the building, which made it easier to say yes, easier to slide into something fitted and sleek, easier to tell yourself you’d only stay for a drink or two.

you’ve been pacing the party like a pro, drink in hand, shoulders back, heels silent. you complimented the DJ. you asked where the host got her earrings. you held eye contact, just long enough to be polite.

you weren’t trying to be seen tonight, just polite. but someone saw you anyway.

…

he catches you in the kitchen.

it’s not even really a kitchen, just the sleek, tucked-away back bar where caterers refill glasses and cool trays of shrimp cocktail sit untouched. it’s quieter here. colder.

you’re bent slightly at the waist, peering into the wine fridge, when he speaks, low, warm:

“red or white?”

you glance over your shoulder.

he’s leaned up against the counter, sleeves rolled and collar slightly crooked. thick wrist, nice watch, broad in a way that doesn’t look intentional but still takes up space. his tie’s loose like it never mattered. glass already in hand. he looks like he’s been standing there a while, just watching.

you straighten, tilt your head. “whatever you’re having.”

his mouth quirks. “bold. i could be drinking anything.”

you shrug. “well you and your brother seem like you drink well.”

“that’s more his vibe,” he says, flicking his chin toward the crowd. “i’m just here for the food. he’s more of the life of the party.”

you glance toward the passed hors d’oeuvres. “don’t sell yourself short. i saw a few eyes on you.”

his lips twitch. “you been watching me?”

“i’d like to consider myself observant,” you say, voice as cool as the wine in your hand.

but before you move, your eyes drag over him, slow, unhurried. you take your time. appreciate the view.

he’s in a gray button-up, open at the throat, sleeves rolled just enough to show forearms thick with strength, not vanity. his watch gleams, understated but clean. pants tailored well, no flash, just fit, like everything on him was chosen with quiet intent. his stance is relaxed, like he knows there’s nothing in this room he has to prove himself to. not even you.

you let your gaze climb all the way back up to his mouth, tilted just slightly, that not-quite-a-smirk, and then meet his eyes. steady. calm. curious.

you take a slow sip from your glass, pulse ticking at your throat. and then—you turn.

on your way out, a small plate glints under the low light. one of those tiny, sculpted bites meant to look more expensive than it tastes. you lift it with a flick of your fingers, still mid-step, and your hip brushes his. barely.

but he makes a noise for it—a low, rough hum that slips from his throat like approval, like surprise wrapped in satisfaction.

it slips right down your spine.

you clutch your glass a little tighter. don’t even mean to. and you don’t look back. not yet. not until the balcony door opens, cool air curling against your skin, and you hear his footsteps fall in right behind yours.

he doesn’t say anything. but he follows.

…

the balcony’s half-empty and quieter.

city lights below, warm string bulbs above. some people are sitting, legs crossed over bench seats, chatting soft. there’s a couple on the far side, kissing softly under the fairy lights, and you two stay near the middle. it’s colder out here. your friend’s somewhere deep inside, caught in conversation, but you’re not checking for her right now.

you take a bite. make a face.

“not good?” he asks, just behind you.

you chew slow, nose scrunching. “it’s trying too hard. little overcooked. tastes like it wants to be five-star, but the execution’s off.”

he makes a low hum. “picky?”

“just know what i like.”

you look up at him. he’s watching you again. same lazy lean against the railing, one brow lifted like he’s trying to decode you in real-time.

“lucky for you,” he says, “i know how to cook.”

you raise an eyebrow. “what kind of line is that?”

he lifts both hands slightly, like he’s innocent. “not a line. it’s just what i do.”

“mhm,” you hum. “you a caterer or something?”

he grins, like he likes that you’re guessing. “nah. own a few places.”

“oh, so you’re rich?” you tease, popping another bite into your mouth, still unimpressed.

he chuckles, gaze flicking over your face like he’s clocking your tone, the curve of your mouth. “depends who’s asking.”

“a girl who’s eaten at damn near every decent place in this city,” you say, brushing crumbs off your fingers. “what’s the name?”

he tells you.

you pause. blink. “wait, the one with the spicy miso grits?”

“that’s the one.”

you laugh, full and surprised. “get the fuck outta here. i love that place. you really own it?”

he nods once, still calm. “yeah.”

your smile curves slow, crooked. “okay, i see you, guy fieri,” you say, tilting your head just enough to make it playful. “droppin’ restaurant names like you didn’t just casually change my whole dinner rotation.”

he huffs a laugh, eyes glinting. doesn’t deny it. “you didn’t seem like the type care.”

you tip your head, eyes narrowing just a little. “i didn’t say i was. but now i might.”

his gaze lingers, and it’s not passive.

it’s focused. deliberate. like he’s letting his eyes trace you slow and easy, undressing you in his head without ever losing that calm look on his face. he watches the way your dress fits over your hips. the way your collarbone catches the light. the little way your lips move when you take a sip.

he doesn’t try to hide it. doesn’t leer.

just stands there, looking at you like he’s already decided he wants you, and he’s willing to wait just long enough to see if you want him back.

“you always this composed?” he asks.

you snort softly. “you always this nosy?”

“just like to know who i’m talking to.”

you swirl your drink, letting the ice clink. “and what do you think you’ve learned so far?”

he says nothing for a long second. then:

“i think,” he says, slow, like he’s still thinking it through, “you’re the kind of woman that plays it real cool till someone actually earns it.”

that one makes you laugh. warm, genuine. you nudge his shoulder. “and you think you’ve earned it?”

he watches you pick up your glass again. watches you sip. his smile deepens. still doesn’t move closer. just lets you shift the space yourself.

“i think i’m doing alright.”

and he is.

you’re both smiling now, the kind that stays even after the punchline. like you’ve been talking longer than you meant to, like the rest of the party’s fallen away.

you steal a second bite off your plate, make a face again. “you sure you know how to cook? because if you made this, i got questions.”

he grins. “don’t insult me like that, i’m just here as a guest. i got better taste than whatever this is.”

“oh yeah?” you raise an eyebrow. “prove it.”

he shrugs. “say the word. i’ll cook for you tomorrow.”

“tomorrow?” you laugh, tilting your head. “bold of you to assume you’re getting my number.”

“i assumed nothing,” he says smoothly. “just planting a seed.”

you snort. “oh, so you’re a gardener and a chef. is there anything you don’t do?”

he leans in a touch, eyes glinting, “dance. sing. flirt too loud.” then adds, softer, “but i’m learning.”

you grin at that. “mm. slow and subtle?”

“only way that works on you,” he says, and it hits, low, quiet, smooth enough that your breath catches just a little.

you look down, smile, take another sip. “i work in marketing, by the way,” you say after a pause.

he hums. “makes sense. you got that pitch-perfect kind of voice.”

“you saying I’m trying to sell you something?”

“nah,” he says. “saying i’d probably buy it if you did.”

that earns another laugh out of you, the kind that shakes your shoulders. you nudge his arm. “what about you? where do you live?”

he gives you a look, amused. “don’t make that face.”

“what face?”

“that ‘maybe i’ll run into you’ face. i live here.”

you blink. “you mean in this city?”

he laughs now. “no. like here here. same building as this venue. top floors are residential.”

you stare at him. “shut up. i live here.”

“you’re lying.”

“apartment 7B.”

he stares for a second. “you’re joking.”

you look at him harder. “you’re not.”

he shakes his head slowly, smiling wide now. “6A.”

your jaw drops. you smack his arm. “there’s no way i’ve been walking past you in the elevator lobby all this time.”

“guess i don’t make much noise,” he says, leaning back on the railing.

you tilt your head, grinning. “or maybe you just weren’t lookin’ before.”

his gaze lingers. sharp now. “oh, i’m lookin’ now.”

the words land between you with a heat that neither of you try to soften.

your glass is low. the wind moves through again, cool, enough to make your skin prickle, enough for your arms to fold in instinctively, and without a word, he shrugs out of his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. smooth. practiced. his fingers brush your arms on the way down, slow and warm. like they could stay there.

you don’t pull away. you just breathe in the scent of him, smoke, pepper, maybe cedar, and let it settle over you like he belongs there. “least i could do,” he says low.

and this time, you don’t even try to fight the smile. you just let it sit. then motion with your chin.

“well, neighbor,” you murmur, eyes glinting, “you gonna walk me to my door or just stand there looking like trouble?”

he chuckles, low, warm, deep in his chest, and nods once.

then follows.

opens the door for you, again and again.

the building’s quieter now. the party still hums faintly from a few floors below, but the residential level is softer, hushed lighting, echoey halls, that stillness that settles over polished floors after dark.

you walk side by side toward the elevator, steps in sync without trying. osamu’s jacket still hangs from your shoulders, warm with his cologne and the shape of him. you scroll through your phone absently, thumb hovering over a message towards your friend.

[you: heading back upstairs. i’m good.]

you send it as the elevator dings open. inside, it’s just the two of you.

he hits the button for your floor.

you shift to the side, fingers grazing the chrome railing as you lean back slightly, half turned toward him. the silence isn’t awkward. it stretches long and comfortable, thick with the kind of awareness that doesn’t need words.

he stands close. not pressed to you, not crowding. just close enough that the air feels charged. his hands are in his pockets. his shoulders roll with the movement of the elevator, heavy and steady, like he’s been holding in something all night.

then—ding, your phone buzzes again. not a vibrate. a ringtone. make a mil by partynextdoor rings out loud and clear into the quiet.

you flinch. “shit.” you scramble to silence it, thumb tapping hard, embarrassed.

he’s already raising an eyebrow. “pnd?” he asks, voice dipping low. amused.

you shrug, sheepish. “yeah. me and my best friend saw him live in chicago. changed each other’s ringtones after that. hers is make a mil. mine’s curious.”

he grins a little at that, leaning against the wall now. “good taste. that your favorite?”

the elevator opens before you can answer. you both step out. the hallway’s dim, lit with soft sconces, shadows pooling around your feet as you walk toward your door.

your steps slow as you reach it. your keys slide out, but you don’t unlock it yet. you stay in the doorway, back leaning gently against the frame, eyes still on him.

“mine’s dreamin’,” you say. voice quieter now, but not uncertain. “i don’t know if you’ve ever heard it.”

he makes a low sound. “no, no. i know that one.”

he’s already pulling out his phone, smirking like he’s about to say something smart, like he’s laughing at a joke only the two of you are in on. “i think this ones my personal favorite though.”

his thumb taps. his speaker clicks on. and “freak in you” slips into the air between you.

you blink. then laugh, warm and real.

“oh?” you murmur, raising an eyebrow, lips curling into a slow smirk. “real subtle.”

“what?” he says, playing innocent. “you don’t like it?”

you shift a little where you lean, one foot still outside your door, body angled toward him. the jacket slips slightly down your shoulder. your eyes don’t leave his.

“i like it fine,” you say. “just think it’s funny.”

he cocks his head. “what is?”

“the way you’re asking without asking.”

he doesn’t blink. doesn’t flinch. “and if i was?”

you let the moment thicken. let the silence between you stretch just long enough to taste.

then you push off the doorframe, step into his space like it’s always been yours. your voice drops, honey-slick and unbothered.

“then maybe you’re not the only one wondering.”

your fingers trail lightly up his arm. then your palm rests on his chest, casual. slow. enough.

he exhales like he’s been holding it all night, shoulders dropping just a bit, jaw tight.

you glance down, then back at him. your hand lingers.

and just above the beat, you murmur—

“wanna find out?”

yay the end!! here you can click for the atsumu part<3

[esotericpluto]

the ideal career for you

from left to right; intuitively choose the pile you feel more connected to. To make it easier, you can take a deep breathe, close your eyes and ask for guidance to your deities or guides. These are all general messages, so just take what resonates and leave what doesn't. This reading is timeless. If it resonates, feedback is always appreciated and motivates to keep doing pick a card readings. You can donate here.

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pile 1

the moon, 7 of wands, ten of cups

this pile includes 18+ themes, so please skip over it if you are under 18. You can pick other pile.

with this pile, I'm getting a lot of possible careers coming through. I feel like many of you might end up working in careers that require you to work at night or until night. However, I do also see that some type of fame and recognition is very possible here and that you will keep this air of mystery, regardless of how famous and known you are. Some people reading this pile might even have more than one career from these options throughout their lives or even change it up a bit later on in life when you are more stable, looking forward to the field that truly makes you happy and fulfilled.

Now, some of you this indicates jobs in public eye. Some of you will be entertainers and bring joy to others. This can mean being an actor, singer, artist, musician, a comedian, a dancer or even could mean being an illusionist, working at the circus or at the entertainment part of hotels and touristic areas.

This might be especially true if you have leo and 9th house placements, if you love to sing, if you like to dye your hair or paint your nails. It might also resonate if your initials are C, K or M. Some of you who like to wear bold eyeliners can also resonate with this.

For some of you, I feel like you might end up becoming strippers (and yes this includes some men reading this) and get even some popularity from this. While this is sex work, keep in mind it still is counted as entertainment by many. Alternatively, you could go into burlesque/cabaret or similar things. Later on, for some of you, I do see a career change into something new you'll fall in love with but this will keep you afloat for a long time and many of you will enjoy it, especially due to the money. Others will make enough money to retire early or even leave early and just invest and live life. Now please, keep in mind that for those of you in this field, it is important for you to keep yourself safe and work in regulated spaces.

This could especially resonate for you if you have a couple tattoos, that know how to belly dance, that like smoothies, that have curly hair, that wear glasses/contacts, that love working out or go on shopping sprees. If you have a tongue piercing, it could also be a sign it resonates. Extra confirmation of any of you are aquarius, leo or virgo, especially with moon in scorpio or moon in capricorn.

Alternatively, some of you could end up working as dj's at clubs, bartenders or even bodyguards. This seems like it will actually help you meet a lot of people, make connections and network. I see some people even managing or owning nightclubs/bars later in life. The same could go for motels/hotels, although the sexual theme is being compelled here, so I think a motel seems somewhat likely for those of you this resonates with.

I feel like for some of you, you might become teachers/professors who give night lectures at universities or even to bigger audiences in important conferences. I feel like your input in your field will be extremely important. For those who will follow this teaching path, I feel like you will either be a political science, sociology, sexology or arts/entertainment teacher. And some of you could even end up having some minor career in politicians (like being a deputy/congress person in a parliament).

I feel like this one can apply for everyone in this group, so there is a chance any of you do end up doing this later in life out of passion.

For those of you thinking of going into investing into property or in general, I feel like this will go extremely well for you. Again you might invest in nightclubs/motels like i mentioned or even in rehabilitating older houses in usually less appealing neighborhoods, giving it a new life and appreciation and increasing thr value and safety of the area. If you want to invest in stocks instead, definitely invest in things related to the topics above. For some of you, I heard "invest in HIV research" so pick medicine companies that are working on researching it and creating cures/treatments. I'm also getting a special warning to not invest into crypto/nfts if you pick this pile.

pile 2

7 of pentacles; Tower; 3 of wands; Queen of Cups

I'm getting that some of you might get a career that has a long path to go through and that might include having a lot of patience. I feel like this could indicate some of you will have to study a lot and spend years and thousands on education to get this career, which leads me to think some of you are becoming doctors or medical practitioners. Alternatively, you could be in a career that will require you to start with low paying entry level jobs, but that will take you to the top positions that will be extremely well paid. I see that for some, this could also indicate having to go through an unpaid or lowly paid internship in order to make your way into the field or being in a job that doesn't pay you well and overworks you before switching to a better one.

For some of you, this wait in order to collect the seeds of your labour can be literal as in becoming a gardener, a farmer or even similar jobs in agricultural management or even owning a flower shop. This could, in a few cases, also involve baking and cooking and all the time that can go into it.

There are a group of you that this wait refers to working on your psychic and intuitive abilities as well as on your spiritual knowledge to the point of mastery and make a career out of it.

Like I mentioned before, I do see many healers, doctors and medics coming out of this pile, psychologists, psychiatrists and therapists are also coming in strong. Some might also go into traditional medicine and hollistic practices, maybe even reiki, energy work or medical astrology. I see that checking your 12th house or pisces placements either on your solar chart or on your midheaven persona chart can help you confirm this information.

Those of you that are thinking about going into therapy and psychology are being recommended to look into specializing in anger management and conflict resolution, so possibly something like family and couple therapy.

There could also be some of you that create youtube channels/instagram pages to help others with your knowledge and tips.

A small percentage of you might end up becoming a military medic/doctor/nurse as well, specializing in helping wounded soldiers. On the same note, a military cook is also possible.

It is also very important to note for everyone who picked this pile that your career might cause you emotional overwhelm or pressure, so always be sure to protect your energy and not allow yourself to be too drained.

This strong energy also takes me to believe some of you will be writers or artists, which also makes sense for the time aspect of this reading, as making art or writing can be time consuming. Some of you could even become freelancers or start creative industry enterprises/businesses.

These are just extra confirmations, so if nothing of these signs match you, it doesn't mean the pile is wrong for you.

This could resonate especially if you've recently watched a documentary or movie touching on the subjects of oppression, if you're in university or if you have been to university and if you have ever worked a waiter/public service job. If you enjoy stuff like Silent Hill and Red Dead Redemption, this could also resonate with you. Same if you like purple and blue or are wearing either. Extra confirmation if you're a taurus, gemini, aries or capricorn. Also if you specifically have a libra venus in either tropical or vedic.

pile 3

Lovers, Death, Star, Tower, Four of Pentacles

This pile has a brief mention of de*th and s**cide, so if you're very sensitive to those topics, please avoid this pile.

With the number of major arcanas here, I feel like whatever career you end up picking, you will have an important role in the area and maybe do something very groundbreaking in it. You'll be essential in your job/career and could even change the world in a way with it. No matter how small of a change it is, it will still be impactful.

The career will involve other people or at least one more person to some degree, this could be either a business/work partner or work involving clients or the public.

I'm getting two main groups here. One group will be focusing on healing and some type of therapy, especifically involving death. So this could be councilling focused on helping disaster survivors or grief therapy to help people who lost their loved ones or witnessed traumatic deaths. You will essentially be very important to help them move on and find themselves again. Because the Star can be related to peace, being true to one self and healing, you will definitely help people heal and find their peace and meaning in life again. For some of you, you could also help people who attempted suicide or have suicidal tendencies, helping them to work through this. You will help people who have lost everything and you'll help them rebuild their lives back up with healthier and better foundations, allowing them to feel more secure and in control of themselves and their lives.

For the other group, I feel like your work will be focusing more on creative industries. This could be publishing and marketing for some, however I feel like many of you will embark on music and acting careers, which will help many people also heal and have healthy coping mechanisms.

I feel like your music or your acting (mainly acting) will allow you to become separate from yourself for a moment by wearing another persona and putting yourself in someone else's shoes, but also will allow you to explore different aspects of yourself, giving you a deeper understanding of yourself and others. For some, this could be a musical theatre career. If not, you could become a music composer for movies and shows or even a music producer.

I'm also seeing some of you will be a play writer or a movie writer/director. I feel like there might be moments of your career you won't feel as valued, but rest assured there will be millions loving your work. You might also have extremely innovative ideas for the field and do things, create storylines no one has ever really seen before. You could even create a new genre of cinema or a new wave/style of film.

For a smaller percentage of you, I'm also seeing that you might be doing something money/management related, so an investor or establishing a new business/company that might help people around the world.

Extra confirmation if you like rock n' roll or watched an Elvis Presley movie/documentary or read a tweet about him recently. If you consume true crime, especially from the 80's, if you enjoy the aesthetic of the circus. It might also resonate if you listen to Britney and/or Mariah or if your favorite color is red. If you like high heels, especially louboutins, or enjoy using red/dark lipsticks, or shaved your legs in the previous 3 days, this is also extra confirmation for you. Could also apply if you're a scorpio, sagittarius or pisces.

[timeslipcamp]

dj khaled voice another one

i had. a WHOLE half of this post typed up and in my drafts and it DELETED

thanks tumblr

anyways i wanted to do a lil compilation post on the defunct houses. let's see how much i remember of what i already typed

spoilers through ep 14

so this post is going to be a lot more conjecture than the other ones simply because we don't have nearly as much to go on. i'm looking to compile what little we have and my guesses based on names, and then i'll be updating as we get more information.

we first hear about the defunct houses when mc is in the library doing research. ngl when i saw that there was 10 houses i was like oh god even MORE names to remember now! but thankfully we don't have any! everyone transferred out of them.

(i do, however, have a sneaking suspicion they'll add more later on. obey me did, and if the story goes how i'm predicting, we'll follow mc through the start of the time loop and go back far enough to see the houses before they were disbanded.)

all we know is that the houses went defunct last year. the timeline so far is a little ambiguous about what happened when, but here's how i have it in my head:

one eyed sleeping beauty murder -> whatever betrayal involving jin and the traitor -> the clash -> houses going defunct and people transferring

if anyone has any canon evidence saying otherwise PLEASE send it my way!! i'm going to be doing a full reread when i get started on character theories, but i can only do so much at the same time on my phone at work lmao

the three houses are clementia, ultio, and dionysia. interestingly, they're all named after gods. clementia and ultio are both roman goddesses, and dionysus is a greek god (but he did have a roman counterpart named bacchus.)

let's get into it

clementia

this is the house we've heard the most about so far in the story. i think that's for one of two reasons, either A. it's more important to the story and what happened last year, or B. it's just where mc lives so it comes up a lot. my bet's on the former, but i honestly wouldn't be surprised if there's a secret third option: C. it had a huge role to play last year but won't be major going forward, so they're gonna tell us more about it now and then we'll learn about the other two later

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

clementia was located in the absolutely fucked up church mc lives in right now. i still can't believe she's just living like that lmao it kills me every time i think about it.

though i do wonder if it has to do with what happened last year. i mean, obviously it got destroyed in the clash last year, we know that (at least i think we do), but maybe the manner in which it was destroyed makes it somewhat unfixable.

i know there's folk tales out there of objects and places being seals of sorts and if they're broken, something bad is unleashed. i don't think that's actually what's happening, but mc did make a point to say that the church still hasn't been fixed even though the rest of the campus got fixed after jiro's fight with the big anomaly. perhaps it has to be cleansed before it can be fixed? but if the holy house is gone, who else can do that?

haku can :)

like i mentioned, clementia is a roman goddess. she was the personification of mercy, gentleness, forbearance, clemency, forgiveness etc etc. this fits with what we know so far, especially because she also represents absolution, salvation, and redemption. a couple gen ed vagastrom students said they used to go to clementia for exorcisms, and rui spent some time there after he was cursed. haku was originally a clementia student, and his family has a prominent shrine and he has quite a lot if experience with spirits and laying them to rest

this pretty much solidifies clementia as the holy house, so to speak, on campus, especially with their dorm being a church. their job was probably centered around purification and spiritual healing while mortkranken handled the physical healing.

a quick note regarding clementia the goddess and her history: she was never a major goddess. like, at all. there's very little known about her cult, and in fact, a lot of evidence points to her just kind of being used as a symbol for the rulers to make themselves look better to the people. several of the roman emporers and dictators used her in their symbols and coinage to make themselves appear merciful. in fact, the year that the senate voted that julius caesar was a god with his own priest, they were going to build a temple with a statue of him and clementia holding hands as equals. and then a few months later he was stabbed to death!

if this is translated into tkdb's story at all, i could see clementia being caught in the crossfire between the faculty and the ghouls. they're a neutral party, focused on healing, and because the ghouls rely on them and the school is holding them up as a model house--boom. friendly fire from both sides. could have been from multiple ghoul houses as well, if the faculty was playing snake in the grass.

or, as is so common, those with a holier than thou attitude are quickly brought to heel by the common man

either way, we ended up with an empty and broken church and one less house of healing.

ultio

one of the ones we know next to nothing about! so feel free to correct me if i'm wrong, but ultio was the one that had the prison below it. it's across the lake from hotarubi--god i want a map so bad--and it looked like it had the same mists. i would love that tbh, spooky battlefield vibes.

in a historical context, ultio was another roman goddess who was more a personification of values than an actual goddess that we think of in modern media. she represented vengeance and was typically placed inside already existing altars and temples of mars, the roman god of war. super cool fact, she was the direct counterpart to clementia. roman rulers were told to always hold both ultio and clementia in equal respect, otherwise righteous vengeance would become its more negative version, revenge.

and in roman culture, it ultimately did. julius caesar had done so much pr to have clementia associated with him that his successor, augustus, began promoting ultio until mars was once more one of the most prominent gods and the roman military was out conquering again. clementia all but faded into obscurity after that.

but we're talking about a mobile gacha game, not the fall of the roman empire.

having both ultio and clementia on campus is so interesting to me, especially when you take into account the faculty's stance on anomalies. in lyca's case, for example, they were perfectly content to leave him locked up forever and have stated that if they even get the hint that he's done something, he's done for. looking at how trigger happy most of the ghouls are and the lax consequences on them killing anomalies, i'm willing to bet that reflects how their stance has been for a few years now. ultio became less about the righteous side, containment and preservation, and became its darker side: imprisonment.

darkwick became more about containing and destroying than actually researching and understanding, and that's why haru's stance is framed as being the odd one out. saw an incredible theory post by @labulemon about haru having been originally in ultio and i think i'm fully on board. from a thematic sense, it's so easy to see someone like haru being in ultio (the prison place) and being like "wait...why are we treating these living creatures like this?" and ending up the sole caretaker of jabberwock like that.

weird thought i just had typing that; what if towa was another one that was in the cages? like it was another suba and lyca situation: there was a weird ass creature stuck in a cage and haru broke him out and now towa helps him run jabberwock. (i have another theory post coming about how i don't think towa is actually a ghoul, i think he's something else.)

ultio is now an abandoned prison...or so we're supposed to think. there's other anomalies still down there even though we broke lyca out. who's taking care of them? who put them there? if ultio is gone, why are they still locked up?

if ultio isn't fully gone, who's to say the other two aren't either?

dionysia

this is the third house and the one with the least amount of information on it. as far as i'm aware, the only time it's mentioned is when tohma says something like "their campus is this way" when we spot him out at night. why's that shady man going there? what's he investigating?

dionysia is also named after a god, dionysus. i could write entire essays on what he as a god represented to the people, but i'll keep it to basics (and historical context) for now.

dionysus was the greek god of revelry, wine, and ecstasy. good times and good wine. he's one also with a bit of a dual nature to him. greeks believed you should let loose and have fun and relax, but if you leaned too far into excess, you were at risk of being lost to madness. in a few accounts, however, he's also referred to as the dying and rising god and acts as a communicator between the living and dead. he's one of the gods that's had so many tellings and retellings that just about anything about him could be true, and even has a crazy amount of parallels to christianity. kind of compelling for a god of ecstasy and madness to have layers upon layers of versions of himself.

zero idea how this plays into their role on campus. each house tends to have a specialty of some sort that vaguely relates to their name (jabberwock is creatures, mortkranken is illnesses, etc) so i suppose dionysia could have dealt with anomalies that affected the mind and emotions? like for instance the cat, from the latest jabberwock episode, that drove people mad. maybe they could have helped with that. or maybe even the plants, and that's why rui took them over. he was the god of wine and was very "back to your roots naked in nature" for his worship, maybe dionysia students were the farmers.

bacchanalias were actually outlawed by the government at one point in time, and i do think it's worth saying that lots of roman gods were depicted wearing laurel leaves. interesting that the clash happened and got rid of not only the party house but the party too

i think dionysia could have gone either way. it feels more ghoul aligned to me, like i get the vibe that their wild and whimsical nature wouldn't have been easily held down by the faculty, but i could also see these shady teachers being like "hey go fuck with their heads"

oh shit is that what happened to taiga?

there's what i have on the three houses! not a lot, mostly vague guesses and their historical correlations. it's fun to see what each theory u post leads to another. this one, now, is going to have me looking a lot more into haru and also the chapter where we found lyca.

and the teachers, i don't trust those mfers

asks and dms always open!

[everdreamtheseclowns]

INTRO ──★ ˙♦️ ̟ !!

“Salutations, dudes, dudettes, and every single solidarity pixel of the world wide web! Time-traveler Chester Titor here! Ever wanted to see what happens when you give a demonic killer clown that lurks from the depths of your nightmares and his most devoted mortal follower, both of which are currently stuck in the ancient year 1955, access to modern day social media? Well, You’ve come to the right place!” -🛸

CONT’D BELOW CUT!! (Including character intros, basic etiquette, boundaries, etc.)

.★⋅.──────.˳★˳.──────.⋅★.

CHARACTERS ──★ ˙♦️ ̟ !!

Unlikely (Nightmare Clown) ♠️🃏

“Anon” (Mask Clown) ♥️🤡

Chester Titor 🛸👽

.★⋅.──────.˳★˳.──────.⋅★.

“Now that you’re here, let’s talk about the two circus freaks that this account is reallly about! (I mean…sure, i’m apart of this whole thing too, but…c’mon, read the room!)”-🛸

“Let’s start off with the big man himself—The night hag, The primordial chucklenuts from the void, The grin reaper! The-“-🛸

“The clown that’ll be the reason you end up in a horrifically overdue grave?” -🃏

“…well dang, i was just hamming you up! No need to get your taco in a twist, man!” -🛸

“Mmmmhmm~ that’s what i thought, Titor. Now make like an egg n’ beat it for me. Lest i end up scramblin’ you like one!”-🃏

“SO not cool, dude… but i’ll dip.”-🛸

“Good, good…now…”-🃏

���️🃏”What say you to a little GAME?”🃏♦️

MEET UNLIKELY! (AKA The Nightmare Clown)

(Biologically) 100+ years old, (Physically/Mentally in his late 30s-early 50s

Voice Headcanon: DJ Grooves (AHiT)

Speech indicator: signed with 🃏, ♠️/♦️ + RED text!

He isn’t the sweetest ball of sunshine around, feel free to expect the worst from him. He’s just peachy when he wants to be though

He likes human contact! Go ahead, approach the clown! he won’t bite! (Reverse psychology woooooo)

A sore winner and a sore loser. A sore player even. Every last ounce of him is sore. Yeah.

The only thing bigger than himself is his ego. Followed by his appetite, greed, and sportsmanship (or rather the lack thereof). All of which are at an unrecordable size.

Despite his knack for bloodshed, and all things carnage, he has a strong sweet tooth! He favors the more sugary cuisines (Cotton candy, cake, ice cream, anything that stands out to him)

Totally doesn’t secretly run an underground society of mortals wearing clown masks that devote their entire existence to him

.★⋅.──────.˳★˳.──────.⋅★.

“…What’s the fun in playing all these games if you know you’re going to win? It’s kind of anticlimactic methinks”-🛸

“What isn’t the fun ‘bout it? It’s definitely funner when you don’t got a pathetic lil’ morsel in your ear screamin’ about some “YoUr gAmE iS rIgGeD!!””-🃏

“Heyyyy!!! I don’t scream like that :c”-🛸

“I don’t mind it one bit though! After all, it ain’t like they’re gonna be screamin’ their heads off any longer—once they’re CUT CLEAN OFF!”-🃏

“True, however, there’s a possibility that they’d still be alive for a short duration of time afterward, considering that bodiless heads can still function semi-properly, albeit for only a few seconds. But yes, they physically be incapable of screaming post-decapitation.”-🤡

“Hey! Where’d you come from?”-🛸

“…”-🤡

“Ya see? I even got my own second in command to back me up! Where’s yours, Titor? Scared her off or somethin?”-🃏

“…moving on.”-🛸

“It’s…!”-🛸

♣️🤡”ANON!”🤡♥️

MEET “ANON”!

⚠️NOTE: “Anon” is a PLACEHOLDER NAME for the Clown Mask man in TNMN. This character has no official name as of the moment this is all being typed. This section is subject to change in the future, if any more information regarding this guy’s identity is revealed in the tnmn canon.⚠️

33 years old. (8/11/1922)

Voice Headcanon, in the cases where he rarely speaks out: L Lawliet (Death Note)

Speech indicators: signed with 🤡, ♥️/♣️, BLUE text + small letters

Small text will be used for his speech, since i headcanon him to speak in a very soft tone, by default. Only ever raising his voice when experiencing intense, overwhelming emotions

Isn’t good with presenting himself, and social cues. Has trouble communicating his thoughts, and feelings properly—considering how many would assume, upon initial meeting, that he lacks them.

Unlikely’s right hand man. Does errands and chores for the Big Top, all the while luring pedestrians into playing his boss’s inevitable games.

Rarely speaks, unless talking in regards to his boss (Unlikely), or to add onto a conversation

Knows too much. The government fears him.

Is neighbors with Chester, knew him before the incident occurred (2/9/1955), but didn’t become proper friends with him until then.

When he isn’t talking, he’d normally either write his thoughts out, draw, or reply with simple gestures.

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“Alright, Chestnut. You’re up…”-🃏

“Oh? Already?? Cool beans!”-🛸

“Yea, yea…don’t go all grandiose, grandpa. This ain’t about you, y’hear?…”-🃏

“Ughh,, fiiine…”-🛸

“But lemme just…ahem…”-🛸

“ohh boy.”-🃏

“Salutations, dudes, dudettes, and every single solidarity pixel of the world wide web! It’s (as seen on the news) Time-Traveler…

🐄🛸CHESTER TITOR, HERE!!🛸👽

47 years old (6/24/1908)

Voice Headcanon: Fiddleford McGucket (Gravity Falls)

Speech Indicators: Occasional typing quirks/modern “slang”, 👽/🛸/🐄, PURPLE text

He was on the daily newspaper. Twice! Such an achievement, i know.

Rots the brains of civilians nationwide with his obscure 21st century Pop/Internet culture references

Has an exact 42% chance of popping up during asks, even if they don’t have anything to do with him.

May or may not be friends with Aliens

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“Well, that’s just about enough out of us! Next stop: basic rules and etiquette! Bye-byeonara!”-🛸

BLOG RULES ──★ ˙♣️ ̟ !!

Basic blog rules:

The blog will open and close every so often to prevent influxes of asks. If there’s a lack of asks at the time of closing, they’ll stay open for a day or two

No Anonymous asks, for now. This fandom (TNMN) has a bad problem with anons and askboxes, as one who’s been in the Tumblr community for a while now should know. As per the beginning of this askblog’s existence, I’ll be keeping Anonymous asks off, for safety reasons.

Though i accept and often play into suggestive jokes about the three (🛸,🃏,🤡), borderline N$F₩ asks will be discarded. The person running this askblog (@gabbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ) is a MINOR!!

If i end up discarding or never answering your ask, it’s possibly because I was uncomfortable with it. I hate to do it, but. Yeah.

I may be on/off with this blog due to real life issues (in this specific case, School and other projects.) BUT i will make time for it though!

Please note that most of the stuff i make these characters say and do are based around HEADCANONS!! Their actions and thoughts aren’t entirely correct, unless proven otherwise by canon (or by Nachosamagames himself). However, i attempt to stay as close to whatever goes on in said canon as possible, aside from throwing in my theories and personal twists in there.

[brights-place]

Can we have more king trollex headcanons?,

With a s/o who tells him he's gonna be a dad ?, how he acts during his s/O's pregnancy and what kind of dad would he be ?

Take your time, if you don't want to do it then it's fine, (hope this doesn't make you uncomfortable)🩷

Trollex with an pregnant S/O

Pairing: Trollex X S/O

Warnings: Lots of Fluff, Mild cursing

A/N: I love Trollex so much he's such an cutieeee anyways I'm doing lots of requests rn so my inbox is closed for now and this is my first work of the first day of the year lets gooooo <33 - You and Trollex have been married for 2 years and dated for 3 years - You and him have planned your future together which INCLUDED having kids after having an large talk - You had to sit down and hold each others hands while talking about it since Trollex is always an hyper person it was so different the mood was different - Started trying to have kids after an few months of being married - I mean you two already did those stuff together before you got married but hey he gets to have more fun for himself - Every time your done doing the deed he'll pepper your face with kisses for fun - You two sigh and wait every time hoping - You tried so many times and it was always negative but he says that there is multiple options if it doesn't work out - When you two had done it once without meaning to make kids once after an rave surprise supriseeee it finally happened - He'd tear up when you told him he would be an dad after he came back from his duties - You had seen Trollex overly excited before, hell even bouncing off the wallsbut his over joyous attituded right now was something that beat all those times easily. - You would watch as he was literally throwing fist bumps in the air zipping around like a child high on sugar while gushing all about how he wanted to be a dad and how happy he was... he may or may not have knocked over some furniture happily - Turns out you were having triplets same designs but different colours first egg would be an blue full egg was an rainbow stripe in thee middle with an F/C pixelated heart, Second egg would be an F/C egg with an pink pixelated heart rainbow stripes an the final egg was an F/C and Blue hued with rainbow polkadots instead of an stripe and had an Green Pixelated heart - Would stare at the eggs hoping it would hatch sooner. He also would cuddle and talk to the eggs telling it how amazing you were - Would cry when seeing the eggs hatch - He'd be an patient yet hyper type of dad - He'd be the type of dad who would dump everything for his kids special events First DJ session There and he's their biggest fan shouting 'Thats my kid' loudly. He's there for your kids birthdays, hobbies, sports whatever that day is free on his schedule on it for yearas - He'd let your kids off with somethings but when needed he will set down rules if ever needed which is rarely - Every chance he gets he'd kiss you when your kids weren't looking - Since He's the king and an father its difficult sometimes for him to spend time so he'd do his best and most of the time its something childish with his kids - he knows it's difficult to raise kids without him there all the time - Him and your kids would run around being childish and you always found it cute taking photos of your husbands idiotic behavior and your kids being dumb - He'd make the kids lunches and would always peck their cheek or forehead. - Wears an 'my favorite people call me dad' shirt and would have an mug that says '#1 father' - He would spoil your kids with affection and so much love those are his babies and he will not let anyone harm them and he will make sure they're raised properly and with his whole pixelated heart - Somehow has balanced his personal and work life. - Though its hard to be together alone to have some intimate moments due to your kids appearing out of nowhere you still share small sneaky kisses and have some fun when your kids are out.

[emelinstriker]

Promo for the Empire Dlsc0rd server! :D (unhinged edition) (censoring the word in this post, but it is an actual server)

Come join us at .gg/zr2hjw3! (13+)

Following contents are offered on the server:

Rats and a goddamn zoo. (wholesome and lovable members)

While not seen too often, you will get jumpscared by reading the words "Several people are typing..." (active community)

There's voices coming from the void in the basement. (active voice chats)

We're all unhinged because we share approximately one braincell. One and a half on the weekends. (lgbtq+ and disability friendly)

Many on the server find the local lifeguard hot, and would happily drown themselves just to get CPR from him. (welcomes nezha shippers)

Canon arranged marriages with your beloveds. (supports selfshipping)

Don't worry about whether you cooked up bad art or not. Even if you are still cooking up food, the rats will find you and eat literally anything you try to create raw. (art appreciation)

You will most likely be called a simp if the rats smell any drop of interest you may have in a piece of plastic. (absolutely true simp allegations)

Man tiddies. (exposed chests of men from lmk and more)

The Jade Emperor's sick beats. (dj club raves in vc via bot)

We goin' to court, boys. (random events)

Table for at least $60. (inside jokes)

Following channels are also available:

Mmmmm... monke. (lmk-themed channels)

Memorable quotes that can get you cancelled within seconds. (out of context quotes channel)

You can expose what your fictional type is. (smash or pass channel)

You're not alone. Life sucks. (vent channel)

Note: The server is more of a community server regarding my own content, but we do talk a lot about LMK and various other fandoms and topics. As in, this isn't a server focused on LMK. We also may allow minors, but suggestive jokes about characters for the fun of it do get thrown around. If you know you can't handle the humor, I suggest you better not join.

Cute lil promo art drawn by @hahawasabi c:

[dreamin-gacha]

DJ X/DJ Phantom HCs

DJ X

-He’s like 48

-This man is not a DJ, the only thing he listens to is classical rock music and anything else a divorced dad in his 40s listens to even know he’s not divorced.

-He’s a lead scientist at the place he works at, a geneticist to be more specific.

-The place he works at is a facility called “The Vinyl City Center for Scientific Research and Studies” and hosts all types of scientist and Engineers (Clover being one of them as she is a cyber engineer.)

-He’s kinda sad…looks to Phantom for comfort a lot. Which usually involves Phantom playing the cello or piano while Xavier just listens.

-Has a lot of medical issues due to the events that took place in game, so he has to book lots of appointments and has medical leave at work.

-I’m not entirely sure if I want Eve to like be there but I think she’s allowed to ascend back to Vinyl City as much as she likes, but she has to go back at the end. Doesn’t stop Xavier from tucking her in every night she visits.

-He’ll take her shopping for new clothes so she’ doesn’t have to wear the same outfit all the time. Buy her anything she wants but she never wants much.

-He’s a good cook and finds joy in cooking for others. Phantom especially.

DJ Phantom

-He’s incredibly old. 1000s of years. But looks forever in his early 30s.

-Phantom doesn’t care much for his gender, as he’s presented as both a man and a woman and everything in between throughout the years. You kinda stop caring about your gender after the first 100 years.

-He’ll call X old but say shit like “Oh? The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe? I remember when this first came out.”

-He’s a conductor. Mostly makes pieces for ballets and orchestras that have elaborate stories. He’s like pretty well known too.

-He does DJ occasionally but it’s mostly in goth clubs and plays goth music as it’s the one modern gene of music he can enjoy. It’s also like super rare for him to do.

-Phantom’s view of mortality is quite strange. Like he never has an intention to hurt anyone but he finds his goals (whatever those are) important. And he’ll do anything to reach them until he stops caring about them.

-He’s genuinely trying to be a better person. Therapy is something new to him and he’s trying to make connections with other people that aren’t just Xavier and Eve.

-Speaking of Eve, I think Phantom does actually try his best to connect with her. He’s his husband’s daughter, so that’s also his daughter. He’ll teach her to play any instrument she’d like, she choose the violin. He’ll read her old fairytales or all 3 of them will go out for ice cream or something.

-Sometimes they talk about the fact that they’re both immortal now and how X isn’t. Phantom changes the topic quickly because he doesn’t want to talk about that, let alone to a child.

Both of Them

-I think they probably met when X was in his late 30s. Got married a few years after they started their relationship and got married during the ultimate record project or whatever I decide to rename it.

-They didn’t have a wedding. Phantom doesn’t like weddings and X thinks it’d be a waste of time. But they did have a honeymoon. Not sure where though.

-X will sometimes mentions him being a mortal and asks what Phantom will do

-“I told you to not ask that. Let’s just enjoy our food.”

-Their dates aren’t extravagant. They’re a down to earth couple so they’ll go to cafes or the library or antiquing.

-Both do over work themselves but X has started to do it less and less as he’s gotten older. Phantom on the other hand…not so much. So Xavier will normally try and get him to take breaks. Take him lunch or making him take a tea break.

-If go out for lunch, they take Eve with them if she’s there.

-Phantom knits and does embroidery. So he’ll knit sweaters for X and do some cute embroidery on the dresses X buys for Eve.

-Xavier likes to cook Phantom’s favorite meals. He likes Pizza but he finds any pasta X makes to be better.

-They intend on staying with each other as long as they can.

[antonymphdraws]

Dandy's World Headcanons: Full/Surnames

We know that the mains of Dandy's World (and Connie) have surnames...but what about the other Toons? Here's the full/surnames I came up for them, as well as ones for my OCs too.

May be subject to change in the future.

Canon

(Not including the Dandy and the mains (except for Bobette) and Connie since they already have canon surnames)

Boxten Sonata Bobette Carolbelle Brightney Watterson Cosmo Madeleine Flutter Mariposa Finnegan "Finn" Wake Gigi Ponder Goober "Goob" and Scraps Craften Glisten Lookinglas Looey Heiler Poppy Sarsaparilla Razzle and Dazzle Melozari Rodger Dupin Shrimpo Viscampi Teagan Brewer Tisha Spotliss Toodles Octavio Yatta Yadda

(Gigi's surname is similar to "Potter" but with "Pon" like gachapon)

(Looey's surname is a play of "helium" and "heeler", the latter word is even the name of a dog breed.)

(Poppy's last name is from the soft drink sarsaparilla)

(RnD's surname is a portmanteau of "Melodrama" and "Zari", the latter being a type of ribbon.)

(Rodger's surname is taken from the character C. Auguste Dupin, the detective from the Edgar Allan Poe story “The Murders in Rue Morgue”, which is considered the first detective story.)

(Shrimpo's surname comes from the dish known as shrimp scampi. "Scamp" is also the word used to describe a troublemaker or someone otherwise mischievous.)

("Octo" means "Eight" in Latin, hence Toodles' surname is Octavio)

(Cosmo's last name comes from Madeleines, which are a kind of french pastry/cake)

(Yatta's last name is a play on "yadda yadda", a slang term for someone's blathering. I just felt it was clever)

OC's

(Again, not including the mains)

Ace Deckard Barry Armstrong Chillian Fahrenheit DJ Discotechque Frankie and Shotson Prickelstein Geo Globetrotter Halo and Luci Morningstar Oakley Underwood Pearl Lochlynn Pixi Faewin Rugby Pigskin Stitch Seamley Ticker Timekeeper Zester Citron

[jmtofp]

In response to this post:

I think it's because it has the best story progression and build up.

Everyone appreciates a story with rising action, climax, and resolution. You need the "lows" in order for the "highs" to stand out, and vice versa. A small problem some other chapters had was the use of too much "high", tense moments, which results in feeling like the player was just thrown into the climax of a story.

One thing Xkour also does with its "low"s is set up a growing sense of unease, teasing the player with mystery.

Xkour starts with a friendly tutorial into the game, the player feels welcomed as no imminent threat is found. However, that changes as the tutorial goes slightly haywire and with the newly learnt fact that dying actually has consequences. This unease steadily grows until the third quest where it reaches its peak. So, what does the summoner do? Flee this "peace" and "fun" to find out the dangerous truth behind it all. One exposition later, and we've reached the first climax and subsequent resolution. Beautiful.

But of course, the story isn't done. After the first resolution, we get another moment of "low"s getting "higher" as the guardian trials start, but similarly with that unease that something is wrong back at main and even here. This time, instead of reaching its peak when the exposition drops, the story suddenly goes into a relative "low" with the reveal that the threat, the creator, wasn't here all along. But of course, it almost immediately shifts back into a "high" once another similar truth is revealed. So then we have the big climax of the whole two chapters, and then the story somewhat manages with its resolution.

Another thing would be the story's relatability.

What I mean is that players can easily connect with the characters that appear since everyone is a player here. (Also, who doesn't like the idea of a VR parkour game?) So this connection makes the stakes hit harder.

The ultimate threat of this chapter is the imprisonment and brainwashing of the players. And I assume it's easier to understand the dread of being trapped forever as opposed to other fantastical threats.

The story also uses Cyto as a way to personalise the danger of being potentially stuck in a game forever. Something about feeling more for one person's story rather than a general populace's. Although that may be the case, the story kind of fails to deliver on his anguish and thus people, us, are going to rewrite that sh** because it's too good to give up on.

(Luna's emotional anguish with herself as a program rather than a real being was also a treat.)

Another neat thing about Xkour is that it's the only chapter to have a clear connection to Luni that isn't about the swords of corruption.

There are a plethora of other minor things about this story that compile up to make this my favourite two chapters in Gacha World, some of which may differ from individuals.

tldr:

The Xkour storyline applies story writing 101 (the hill) well enough and is quite relatable, allowing the player to easily get invested into the story.

Cyto is an underrated character with almost as much emotional baggage as DJ X, and that's something this small community likes to see.

(I say that with a straight face as I continue typing out my currently 2600 word count analysis on Vale in canon and her despair with being trapped under C!Kilios' rule.)

Goodness, I love Xkour.

[sjerzgirl]

No One REALLY Likes JD Vance.

JoJo of Jersey emailed this to her subscribers. It's long winded and I eventually tired of it, but it's got some jim-dandy smackdowns of JD Vance! Some vulgarities, yes. But, some real cold, low-blow, one-liners that're worthy of night time comedians. Enjoy!

"Yesterday, I tweeted the following:

(Let’s be honest, no one likes JD Vance. Not even the MAGAiest MAGA likes that f*cking guy.)

And boy oh boy did that trigger the cult. Every fascist asshole from Mike Lee (Utah's contribution to treason. wwv) to the Project 2025 “bloodless Revoltiin” guy came to his “defense” and that was how I knew I was directly over the f*cking target.

Because they all KNOW that J.D. Vance is the political equivalent of a wet fart in a crowded elevator—unavoidable, embarrassing, and guaranteed to ruin everyone’s day.

The guy has the charm of a truck stop urinal cake.

Nobody f*cking likes this guy. Not his colleagues, not his constituents, not his own party, not even his poor f*cking dog likes him.

The GOP only tolerates him because he’s just barely useful enough to keep around, like that one coworker who always f*cks up the coffee order but knows the Wi-Fi password. The second he stops being useful, they’ll drop him faster than he dropped his principles. J.D. Vance is not a leader. He’s a f*cking placeholder. A warm body in a cold chair. A white dude with a pulse and a willingness to sell out. That’s it. That’s the whole résumé.

He isn’t just spineless—he’s the political equivalent of a damp tissue someone tried to use as a parachute, and he sold out Appalachia faster than a meth head pawning a flat-screen TV.

He’s so f*cking weird he’d bring a karaoke machine to a baby shower and sing Nickelback like it’s a goddamn encore. He’s the type of guy who’d eat soup with his hands and then get pissed when you stare. Talking to him feels like getting stuck in an Uber with a driver who won’t stop talking about crystals—painful, endless, and it makes you want to jump out of a moving f*cking car.

This man is so soul-crushingly boring, he could make a Red Bull chugging contest feel like a meditation retreat. Honestly, he’s so f*cking dull, if he started talking at a rave, the DJ would cut the music just to tell him to shut the fuck up. Seriously, watching J.D. speak is like staring at a beige wall while someone reads you the terms and conditions of a Comcast contract. It’s not just dull—it’s an assault on your will to live.

He could read the ingredients on a cereal box and still make it sound like a eulogy.

He could walk into a room full of cocaine and make it yawn. He could host a TED Talk on surviving poverty and have people in the audience Googling “how to fake a seizure to leave early.”

He could walk into a room full of free beer and blowjobs and still have everyone wishing he’d f*ck off. He could hand out winning lottery tickets and people would say, “Keep it, asshole.”

He’s like a rash that talks—irritating, ugly, and impossible to get rid of.

This guy is so f*cking boring he could host a seminar on surviving the apocalypse and have people praying for the sweet release of death. He is such a charisma vacuum, he makes C-SPAN look like a goddamn Tarantino movie.

He thinks cargo shorts are “edgy” and oatmeal is “spicy” and refers to sparkling water as “a little too wild for me.” He’s the dude who brings a PowerPoint to a potluck to explain why he only brought napkins. The man probably thinks using a GIF in a text makes him “hip with the kids” and then ruins it by calling it a “jif” out loud.

He has the social instincts of someone who’d high-five a stranger at a funeral and then try to save it by saying, “It’s what they would’ve wanted.”

He’s so f*cking useless he can’t even order a goddamn donut like a normal f*cking person. He’ll stand there holding up the line, squinting at the menu like he’s deciphering the f*cking Rosetta Stone, and then hit the cashier with, “Soooo, what donut really speaks to the human condition?” Bitch, it’s fried dough with sugar—just pick one and f*ck all the way off before someone pelts you with a Boston Cream, you pretentious donut-dumbass.

Honestly, J.D. gives off the energy of a guy who practices finger guns in the mirror and still manages to miss.

He’s about as interesting as vanilla pudding, but somehow manages to be even blander—like if f*cking pudding could apologize for existing.

He has the energy of someone who keeps a diary of every gas station bathroom he’s ever visited, ranked by “vibes,” and still calls it his “travel journal.”

If charisma were a currency, this guy would be deep in debt, begging Elon Musk for a loan in Dogecoin.

He’s the kind of weirdo who says “goodnight” to his Roomba and genuinely waits for it to respond.

If a malfunctioning AI tried to simulate a relatable human but accidentally downloaded all its personality traits from the comment section of a f*cking mayonnaise recipe, it would be JD.

JD Vance is what happens when ambition and mediocrity have a baby, and it grows up to be a professional f*cking disappointment.

Oh, and let’s not forget that this guy has changed his name more times than a scammer on Facebook Marketplace. J.D.? James? Jimmy? Whatever the f*ck he’s calling himself this week, it’s clear he has no idea who he actually is. He’s like a Build-A-Bear stuffed with bad ideas and self-loathing.

And let’s not pretend his supporters are any better. These people act like he’s some kind of backwoods messiah, but in reality, he’s just a bootlicking corporate shill with the personality of a DMV waiting room.

They’re out there screaming, “You’re just jealous of J.D.!” Bitch, jealous of what? His ability to look like an apperceptive loaf of f*cking Wonder Bread? His uncanny knack for making every room he’s in feel like a funeral for fun? The only thing I’m jealous of is the people who’ve never had to sit through his bullshit. They’re the real winners here.

And can we talk about his face for a second? Why does he always looks like he just got caught jerking off to a Sears catalog? It’s this weird mix of smug and confused, like he’s genuinely shocked people haven’t figured out he’s a fraud yet.

Not to mention the fact that he’s somehow still out there pretending to care about the working class while sucking up to billionaires like they’re handing out free blowjobs.

And as an aside, Hillbilly Elegy is a steaming pile of self-aggrandizing horseshit masquerading as literature. This man wrote an entire memoir about his family like he’s the f*cking protagonist of Appalachia, but all it really proves is that he’s a judgmental little bitch who thinks he’s better than everyone else. “Oh, look at me, I escaped poverty and now I’m here to tell you why it’s your fault you’re still poor!” Shut the f*ck up, J.D. You’re not an inspiration. You’re a walking “How To” for bootstrapping bullshit. Your book is what happens when white guilt meets a thesaurus and decides to ruin Thanksgiving dinner.

He’s about as relatable as a f*cking Fabergé egg. He’s the kind of asshole who shows up to a tailgate party with a quinoa salad and wonders why everyone hates him.

And for f*ck’s sake, can someone teach this strawberry-scented-shit-heel to hold a six-pack. It’s beer, not a live grenade. Watching him clutch it like that is like watching a toddler try to parallel park after it got into granny’s secret stash of Crème de menthe.

And let’s not gloss over the fact that he demanded a thank-you from Volodymyr Zelensky.

Imagine being so insecure, so pathetically thirsty for validation, that you’re whining about not getting a gold star from a guy who’s literally fighting a war. “But why didn’t the Ukrainian president personally thank me for my performative bullshit?” J.D., shut the f*ck up. You’re not a hero. You’re not even a sidekick. You’re the random background NPC that gets killed off in the first five minutes of the movie so the real characters can have a reason to care.

So here’s the deal, J.D.: You’re a joke. A punchline. A f*cking afterthought in the grand scheme of American politics. You’re not a leader, you’re a leech. A parasite. A bottom-feeding opportunist who latched onto the MAGA movement like a tick on a dog’s ass. And the best part? Nobody f*cking likes you, dude. Not really. Even your so-called supporters are just pretending, sticking with you like they’re babysitting a screaming toddler they can’t wait to hand off. The second someone even slightly less unbearable comes along, you’re out—ditched faster than a blind date who shows up wearing Crocs and talking about crypto.

The sad f*cks in your little cult rushed to “defend” you, but let’s be real—that’s just guilt disguised as loyalty. Sure, the MAGA incel brigade swarmed Twitter like it was a Call of Duty lobby, hurling lame memes and misspelled insults in your “defense”, but it was less a movement and more a sad group chat spilling onto the timeline.

They don’t like you; they pity you. Every forced word of support screams, "We’re stuck with this clown." Even your defenders can’t stand you. The joke’s on you. And maybe, just maybe, if you could get your stupid f*cking face outta that poor f*cking futon for a hot sec, you’d be able to figure that the f*ck out.

But now that I know just how triggering insulting you is to the cuckholds in your cult of a party, there’s no f*cking way I’m taking my foot off the gas anytime soon."

This was also in the newsletter - it starts out good, but then crashes and burns for me. Like he just went too far. There's already enough stuff to laugh about without creating stupid shit.

[booksrbetterthanpeople]

Can we know what are the science and recess kids pets?

Some of these are head canons from @aganyan and @nerdy-chocomallow

Lacey has a Brindle greyhound named Scout

Cosette has a Algerian Black hedgehog named Westley Cottonballs and he. Is. Fabulous.

Reshma’s uncle owns a zoo back in India, and he gave her ownership of an Element named Jewel when she was three and Jewel was a newborn. At home, she has two Bombay Cats- one named Luna and the other named Scar, and one Dwarf Roborovski named Merryweather

Marc has two Fischer's Lovebirds-one named Carrie and the other named Beetlejuice. There’s also a raven that sometimes hangs out on his balcony late at night. He named him Poe

Mireille has has Dalmatian Guinea Pigs, one named Alice and the other named Bambi

Denise and Cerise have two bunnies- One Cinnamon Bunny named Cassiopeia or Cassie for short, and one Blanc de Hotot named Lyra

Ismael has a Curly hair tarantula named Jean-Eugéne that lives with his dad because his mom didn’t want it in the house

Jean has a Red Betta Fish named Heather C., Green Neon tetra named Heather D., and a Yellow Molly Fish named Heather M.

DJ has a parrot named Groucho who repeats all his jokes

Gerald has four rats named Stephen Hawking, Neil deGrasse Tyson, Ada Lovelace, and Bill Nye

Victoria has a golden retriever named Air Bud who knows how to dunk

Rochelle has a guinea pig named Rascal who might be plotting something

Gia has two German Shepherds named Bravo and Charlie who understand military jargon

Mason has a Gerbil named Barbie who retrieves pencils and pens for him

Austin A has two chinchilas, One Pinkwhite chinchilla named Beth and one Sapphic chinchilla named Timity and dresses them in drag

Austin B has a Lykoi cat named Elisabeth III and loves her more than his own mother

Austin Q has a Tamagotchi named Scampers since he can’t have any fur babies at home

Austin T has a Python Brongersmai named HuggyCake and the others never saw this pair coming

[sadgirlglimmeringdarling]

Erika and Olivia stopped following one another on instagram. When exactly was Erika kicked to the curb? Why? What's going to happen to their duo DJ group DJ Night Legs? Too many questions.

First things first - is it Erika or Erica? I thought it was with a K all this time but her IG has it with a C, therefore we're all spelling it wrong. lol

I responded about this unfollowing drama in the comments of this post.

I don't know what happened but I speculate and allege that maybe Erica got tired of being unemployed for long periods of time.

Remember, Olivia allegedly doesn't like to work. Her max is 6-8 gigs per year - not counting a month when she's in the studio recording her awful music.

How the fuck is Erica suppose to pay bills or rent that way? That's why she does side projects and is in other bands.

This is me just sitting here speculating if that could be the reason for the unfollowing.

Erica actually played on Olivia's Raving Ghost album. She makes royalties from it but not much. Like all of Olivia's albums, it didn't sell and nobody streams that shit for free on Spotify. At most, Erica made pennies from Raving Ghost. She would have faired better playing in a Jack White album.

Another thing I speculate, could it be jealousy? Remember how much attention Erica brought to Olivia's shows. The cameras were always on Erica. Even in the jumbo video screens at a mini festival they were playing, it was Erica they were filming not Olivia.

Erica was always the main focus at those shows, which tells you a lot about the dynamics of that hired band. Erica wasn't suppose to be the "star" - it was suppose to be Olivia.

But Olivia is so stiff on stage and has zero charisma, of course Erica overshadowed her. Erica is a natural performer on stage where as Olivia struggles the whole entire time.

Read those early reviews of Olivia's shows. I have them on my page. The critics destroyed her. She's awful on stage and on record.

There's a reason why legit critics no longer review Olivia's shows or albums. They don't want to piss Jack off. Rather then write a fake positive review, they rather not write anything at all.

Then the amount of grandstanding and censoring that allegedly comes from TMR when anyone writes any type of negative review on Olivia. Holy shitballs. It's ridiculous.

About DJ Night Legs - I didn't even know they named themselves that. I must have missed it or forgot it.

Going by the IG videos I seen over time from their "DJ gigs" at Thirdman, Erica was the one who mostly did all the work. Sad to say (for Erica) there was hardly anyone at those gigs. No one really gave a fuck to bother going, except for the same few Jack fans who went to see if Jack was there.

I hope Erica goes on to succeed elsewhere. She was wasting her talent playing on stage to that god awful music. At least the press and critics noticed her talent.

Good luck Erica!

[beerdobaradoblog]

The PlayStation 1 Drum & Bass DJ Mix | Jungle, DnB, Breakbeat, Big Beat

Exploring the amazing PS1 library on its 30th anniversary, going from DnB to jungle to breakbeat and big beat. Featuring gems such as Tekken 3, Ridge Racer Type 4, Gran Turismo 2, Planet DoB, Ape Escape, and a bunch of very obscure stuff.

0:00:00 - PlayStation 1 Startup Jingle 0:00:15 - Rage Racer - Silver Stream 0:03:19 - Gran Turismo 2 (PAL Version) - Blame (Grooverider Jeep Mix) 0:04:06 - Meremanoid - Destination Village 0:05:20 - Ape Escape - Time Station 0:07:03 - Tank Racer - Whalter 0:08:51 - Aironauts - JAZZ 0:10:20 - Rollcage - Cool Manoeuvre 0:10:47 - Ace Combat 3 - Montage 0:13:05 - Monaco Grand Prix - Credits 0:14:08 - Monaco Grand Prix - Canada 0:15:00 - Zanac X Zanac - SCORE RANKING 0:16:40 - Gallop Racer 2 - Song01 0:18:15 - Need For Speed IV: High Stakes - Cygnus Rift 0:19:13 - Team Buddies - Droopy Wood 0:20:28 - Diver's Dream - Track 35 0:21:18 - Anna Kounikova's Smash Court Tennis - BGM02-03 0:22:15 - Tank Racer - Wait 0:23:10 - Jet de GO! - Design The Skyline 0:25:52 - R4: Ridge Racer Type 4 - Lucid Rhythms 0:26:55 - Destruction Derby - Electronic 0:28:31 - Darkstone - Track 10 0:30:25 - Zanac X Zanac - OPTION 0:32:01 - Bomberman World - Planetary Disruption (World Select) 0:32:53 - Bomberman World - Area 4: Planet Ocean (Aquabomber) 0:34:03 - Barbie Super Sports - Snowboard (Yellow - Blue CD) 0:35:19 - Jackie Chan: Stuntmaster - Chinatown Level 1 0:36:14 - C-12: The Final Resistance - Track 50 0:38:05 - Tekken 3 - Nina Williams 0:39:54 - Tekken 3 - Tiger Jackson 0:40:25 - Die Hard Trilogy 2: Viva Las Vegas - Hoover Dam 2 0:41:42 - Die Hard Trilogy 2: Viva Las Vegas - Viktor's Lair 0:42:45 - Einhander - Ruins (Old Town) 0:43:28 - Einhander - Badlands (Desert) 0:45:00 - Need For Speed IV: High Stakes - Liquid Plasma 0:47:20 - Moon Remix RPG Adventure - Moon Fish (Prologue) 0:50:42 - Wipeout 2097 - Photek 0:52:36 - Zanac Neo - THE AIR CURRENT 0:54:42 - Rescue Shot Bubibo - Mechatropolis 0:56:35 - R4: Ridge Racer Type 4 - On Your Way 0:59:08 - Planet DOB - how do you think 1:00:51 - Racing Lagoon - South YOKOHAMA 1:02:00 - TOCA 2 Touring Cars - Menu Theme 1:03:56 - Naniwa Wangan Battle - Track 7 1:05:40 - Looney Tunes: Sheep Raider - Level 12 1:06:49 - Bomberman World - Title (Main Menu) 1:07:26 - Circadia - 麻衣イデア 1:08:10 - Rollcage - Bamboo Lounge (Peshay Remix) 1:10:27 - Castlevania Chronicles - Thrashard In The Cave (Stage 2) 1:12:24 - Rollcage: Stage II - Secret Life 1:13:52 - Monaco Grand Prix - Brazil 1:14:47 - Threads Of Fate - Bonds With Claire 1:16:46 - Rollcage - King Of The Beats 1:17:33 - Lord Of Fist - Keep Challenging 1:19:45 - Klonoa - Beats From Above 1:21:00 - Rage Racer - Volcano Vehicle 1:21:56 - R4: Ridge Racer Type 4 - Move Me 1:23:20 - Ultimate Brain Games - Track 5 1:25:03 - R4: Ridge Racer Type 4 - Epilogue

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

New SpaceTime out Monday

SpaceTime 20250120 Series 28 Episode 9

Starship explodes during its seventh test flight

There’s been a spectacular ending to SpaceX’s seventh Starship test flight with the Super Heavy booster being caught by the launch tower's 'chopstick' arms during an amazing text book landing – while moments later the Starship upper stage exploded in a fiery blast as it was ascending to orbit.

The maiden flight of Blue Origin's New Glenn mega rocket

The third of America’s trio of new mega rockets Blue Origin’s New Glen has successfully undertaken its maiden flight.

Uncovering the source of mysterious stellar pulsations from deep space

Astronomers may have discovered the source of a mysterious extreme astrophysical event known as long-period radio transient – a strange regular pulse of energy emanating from deep space.

The Science Report

Groundwater projected to warm by up to 3.5°C by the end of the century.

Sugary drinks could be responsible for 1 in 10 new type 2 diabetes cases.

Study shows New Zealand’s ancient Moa birds ate truffles.

Skeptics guide to New Jersey’s mysterious drones -- they’re suddenly all gone!

SpaceTime covers the latest news in astronomy & space sciences.

The show is available every Monday, Wednesday and Friday through Apple Podcasts (itunes), Stitcher, Google Podcast, Pocketcasts, SoundCloud, Bitez.com, YouTube, your favourite podcast download provider, and from www.spacetimewithstuartgary.com

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SpaceTime -- A brief history

SpaceTime is Australia’s most popular and respected astronomy and space science news program – averaging over two million downloads every year. We’re also number five in the United States.  The show reports on the latest stories and discoveries making news in astronomy, space flight, and science.  SpaceTime features weekly interviews with leading Australian scientists about their research.  The show began life in 1995 as ‘StarStuff’ on the Australian Broadcasting Corporation’s (ABC) NewsRadio network.  Award winning investigative reporter Stuart Gary created the program during more than fifteen years as NewsRadio’s evening anchor and Science Editor.  Gary’s always loved science. He studied astronomy at university and was invited to undertake a PHD in astrophysics, but instead focused on his career in journalism and radio broadcasting. Gary’s radio career stretches back some 34 years including 26 at the ABC. He worked as an announcer and music DJ in commercial radio, before becoming a journalist and eventually joining ABC News and Current Affairs. He was part of the team that set up ABC NewsRadio and became one of its first on air presenters. When asked to put his science background to use, Gary developed StarStuff which he wrote, produced and hosted, consistently achieving 9 per cent of the national Australian radio audience based on the ABC’s Nielsen ratings survey figures for the five major Australian metro markets: Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane, Adelaide, and Perth.  The StarStuff podcast was published on line by ABC Science -- achieving over 1.3 million downloads annually.  However, after some 20 years, the show finally wrapped up in December 2015 following ABC funding cuts, and a redirection of available finances to increase sports and horse racing coverage.  Rather than continue with the ABC, Gary resigned so that he could keep the show going independently.  StarStuff was rebranded as “SpaceTime”, with the first episode being broadcast in February 2016.  Over the years, SpaceTime has grown, more than doubling its former ABC audience numbers and expanding to include new segments such as the Science Report -- which provides a wrap of general science news, weekly skeptical science features, special reports looking at the latest computer and technology news, and Skywatch – which provides a monthly guide to the night skies. The show is published three times weekly (every Monday, Wednesday and Friday) and available from the United States National Science Foundation on Science Zone Radio, and through both i-heart Radio and Tune-In Radio.