#posting this in the middle of the night cause whatever this is when I typed it oh well

[mythals-whore]

Ship Sleep Dynamics

thanks for the tag @basedonconjecture I feel like it's been a sec since I yapped about them. I will be passing the tag along to @gingervitus @sugar-peanut-cat @jouskaroo @pinayelf & @cute-ellyna if you would like (:

How often do they sleep together?

In the beginning? Almost never. But post-game they basically never spend a night apart. Taking "Wherever you are, there I am" very literal I'm afraid. Assan is also included in their sleep arrangements until he gets so big that he breaks the bed frame and from then on sleeps right next to the bed.

Where do they sleep?

At the Lighthouse they definitely sleep in the Guesthouse (duh) After, they get a Minrathous equivalent of a one-bedroom apartment where occasionally Cyri falls asleep on the sofa before being air-lifted to bed.

How do they prepare to sleep?

 I think I'm legally required to include the drinking of whiskey into their bedtime ritual. I do think that at some point they trade this practice for like a chamomile or peppermint tea instead. When they really get into a routine, it includes making tea and then sitting in bed together while Davrin works on his monster manual and Cyri reads (sometimes she proofreads for him, most times she reads Tevinter serials, and when something especially ridiculous happens she'll gasp aloud and then immediately relay it to Davrin which results in a discussion about just how ridiculous it is). And when they've finished tea and are properly tired they have what I in my real life call "worm hours" which is, of course, where you are allowed to ask questions like "would you love still love me if I was a worm" but I think with Cyri it's "but if I had an endurance potion and flaming swords, don't you think that would be enough for me to defeat a hydra by myself?" and Davrin always sighs heavily and is like "I really wish you wouldn't." These discussions always conclude with ridiculous stakes that allow Cyri to take on whatever monster it is on her own but a promise that she'd never try it without him.

What do they wear to sleep?

Cyri is a "strip to my smallclothes and fall into bed" type girl. Davrin is basically the same. However, I think post canon Cyri gets ridiculously frilly silk nightgowns that she wears to bed (and rarely to sleep).

Do they cuddle?

I know in my heart that Davrin is a cuddler. For Cyri I think it depends how tired she is. If she's really tired, she can fall asleep in any position. But on a regular basis I think she's a cuddle before we sleep and then kick you to your side. Because Davrin is such a cuddler I think there are occasional middle-of-the-night snuggles but also in my heart I think Davrin runs very warm so Cyri is always kicking/elbowing him away.

How easy do they fall asleep?

In general, both fall asleep pretty easy. As much as I think they're both hyper-vigilant from being on their own, they've also both been part of a larger force (Wardens and Legion specifically) and are used to taking sleep when they need it. (As much as Cyri chooses not to sleep during the events og Veilguard, it's not because she can't, it's more because she doesn't want to/there are other things she feels she needs to do before she can)

Do they toss and turn a lot?

No, but Davrin's warden nightmares can sometimes cause him to move a lot in his sleep. But they sort of establish a rule of, if his tossing and turning wakes Cyri, she'll gently wake him so they fall back asleep together. Cyri only tosses and turns when she can't sleep, which usually means something is bothering her and she won't actually be able to sleep until she takes care of it.

Do they snore?

I have to be honest, Davrin looks like he snores. Not super loud or obnoxious but I think he's a soft rumbly snorer. And I really believe that. He knows it's true but if Cyri complains about it he claims to not know what she's talking about.

Who hogs the blanket?

Davrin. Because he'll try to cuddle Cyri and then wind up either stealing blankets or cuddling with Assan instead.

What do they dream about?

Davrin mostly has the standard Grey Warden dreams which range from 'vaguely unsettling' to 'cosmically horrifying'. On the occasion he has a nice dream, I think he dreams about being in Arlathan with Assan most of the time. Sometimes he has dreams about herding halla or about his mom singing to him. :')

Post-canon, I think Cyri has lots of unsettling regret-prison dreams. they're less nightmares that have her startling awake and more those kind of weird dreams that have her waking feeling like she hasn't slept. I think Cyri's dreams are the kind of dreams where she wakes up like "I dreamt that I was following a talking cat around docktown and he made me catch fish and then fry it for him even though I told him I could just take him to Hal's instead." They're odd but always charming.

How easily do they wake up?

I don't think Davrin is a particularly deep sleeper, which comes from all that time on his own + Warden nightmares. He can go back to sleep pretty easily.

Cyri was very similar to the above pre-Davrin, but is so much more of a deep sleeper now that she wakes for almost nothing except a particularly bad nightmare (from either of them)

How awake they are afterwards?

Davrin is a routine guy + he's the one who wakes to feed Assan. So he wakes at basically the same time every day, and when he opens his eyes he's awake-awake.

If Cyri is woken in emergency-mode, the adrenaline obviously curbs the sleepiness pretty quick. But on a regular basis, she's awake but moving slow until she's had (half of) a coffee. She rarely finishes a cup of coffee, but claims to really love it.

[sksninja]

@ovegakart art ramble [affectionate]

Hey Lady! I heard you were feeling a little underappreciated ‘bout you art recently and thought, “Hey! I can gush! I can ramble! I can throw some love her way!” So here we go! 

(note: this was just going to be a tumblr ask but partway through I realized those have a character limit and I definitely passed that so public post it is! [YOU WANT ATTENTION?! YER GONNA GET IT!♡] sorry-not-sorry) First up, it amazes me that you're potentially not constantly buried in asks/compliments with the sheer talent of your works. Like, you look at them and it's… it's them! The poses, the expressions, the SNARK. From your polished comics, to colored art pieces, to more sketched shitposts, there is clear heart in everything I've seen you create. I’m confident I could show off some of your LoZ pieces and tell people it's official concept art and they would believe me. It’d be easy. There’s feeling in this shit.

But those are just pretty words. Let's break down some examples! *scrolls back in the archive*

OKAY. FIRST UP, THAT COLORED LU IMAGE WHERE TIME IS SHAVING AND WIND IS WATCHING HIM/FOLLOWING ALONG. That alone is cute and fun, but you also got details like the mirror shield, the way they have their hair tied back, the- ohmigosh the tiny house by the rock in the foreground I don’t think I noticed that bit before! So. Fucking. Cute. And then there’s the boys playing with sticks in the background OHMYGOD. Lovelovelovethem. Wars with his hand on his hip all proper-like. Wild clearly cooking but teasingly wielding the soup ladle. And then Four, OH MY GOD FOUR. My boy, that is a whole-ass tree you’ve got there. Leaves trailing off of it and everything. Is he gonna go straight for the unsuspecting Wars? Is he gonna charge in swinging with no clear aim? Has he had a single thought past, “Big branch big branch YES BIG BRANCH!”? Who knows! Probably not Four!

Next up is from your Doll Comic. There’s a never-ending stream of fun in that thing but the scene I’m going to highlight is that bit where Wars just flops himself onto a resting Twilight. It is such a sibling thing to do. It's hot and humid (additionally highlighted by his not wearing his scarf) and you find your bro resting peacefully on the ground? BETTER MESS WITH HIM. The way it isn’t even a main point of what’s happening in the comic, and yet manages to carry over into the next update’s pages is just delightful. Adding in the other Link’s ignoring the pair of idiots rolling around on the grass fills me with joy.

What next… Ooo! That Hylia and First comic where she gives him Fi (and a little kiss ♡) and The Imprisoned is yelling about triangles in the background. It’s so cute, they’re so cute, I straight up use “TRIANGLE” as an adjective in real life now. I seriously could go on but this is already a lot of words so let's keep going.

Oh okay okay, that Dark Link and Cia comic? Specifically that bit where Cia realizes they’re going to lose, Dark’s like “Till the bitter end Mistress.” And then Cia stops a minute, USES THE TRIFORCE TO MAKE DARK HUMAN AND THEN SHOVES HIM AWAY TO SAFETY@!?!!!? Holy shit!???? The dynamic change between shadow-Dark’s red eyes and solid gray tones, to black hair yellow eyes and a startled expression that makes you want to cry? The way he falls through that portal only for gravity to flip and then up is down and he gets slammed face-first on the ground? And- she's gone? Everything's gone? He doesn't even get to try and fight? Fuuuuuuck.

Wait, how many has it been? What time is it? Eh whatever, let's do one more. I pick the older Windwaker Link & Tetra drawings! I love Links scruff and Tetra’s piercings! I love them yelling of their “spawn” and how happy the kid is to be picked up and flailed around. You don’t see aged-up Windwaker too often and I appreciate it extra for its rarity.

Well okay, that one was quick so I’ma pick one last one (for real this time). Ooo and I pick the recent SS Link seeing TotK Link’s degraded Master Sword and deciding yes. Yes, that dehydrated sack of eczema is going down. There is so much said without any words. The confused heartbreak in the first image, the heartbroken understanding in the middle, and Ganondorf cutting through the depths like an Olympic swimmer cause ohhhh boy son you messed up at the end. Chef's kiss. Sublime.

So look. Trust me when I say you could pick any one of your works and ask me what things I like about it and I would have WORDS TO SAY. Do it. I dare you.

Also I know I’m not alone in my love of your art. Even off of tumblr I’ve heard and seen people mention you by username, and very often your works are spoken of positively (be it discord DMs or voiceover videos on TikTok or YouTube)!

In conclusion, anyone else reading this wanna show ovegakart some love? Show them some love ♡ Failing that, toss ‘em some Ko-Fi 😘

Ps: this took forever to write, not because I struggled to find words, but because I kept getting distracted looking through your stuff ~(￣▽￣)~

[theguarddogofallyourfeverdreams]

tadashi headcanons

tadashi is here

generally

goody two shoes

never touches alcohol; will get asian flush after the first two shots

has never grown out his hair past the middle of his ears

boxer briefs kinda guy

owns a collection of scarves and gloves because he likes being warm and cozy

plays guitar or some instrument (he has to hes asian asians know)

not only surfs (a surfboard can be seen in his part of the room in some scenes) but also plays tennis and runs

has been approached for modeling gigs because he's well built and tall but he's turned them down, simply not interested in them

not very active on social media but whenever he remembers he has an account he just posts whatever he found interesting for the day like it could be mochi, a bowl of ramen, or littered packaging on the side of the street and then he would disappear off the face of the platform

sent to karate lessons as a kid so knows a bit of self defense which came clutch in situations spawned by hiro's teenage recklessness

he's the type to hide his injuries from his loved ones but get worried over the smallest cuts for them

sleeps like a fucking rock he needs several alarms and even aunt cass telling hiro to cause a ruckus to wake him tf up

learned how to cook from aunt cass because sometimes she is busy and away and hiro gets hungry

learned japanese conversationally from while his parents were still around, routinely tries to upkeep and improve his language ability through japanese books, movies and media

tries to teach hiro and get him to do the same but with hiro's young age and boredom from school he really doesn't think about anything other than his own interests robotics projects and botfighting

listens to pop and calm instrumental music like bossa nova

lowkey a swiftie

heavily dependent on caffeine; like near finals and midterms he can't function without coffee

until at some point he tried out matcha and was completely blown at how the matcha latte didn't give him jitters and caffeine spikes

so a matcha guy but will drink coffee if it's the only thing around

he's not lactose intolerant but hiro is and he makes fun of him for it

has really bad allergies though

keeps an extra futon in the storage of his lab because there have been way too many nights where he just passed out on the floor of his lab too exhausted to go home

i could see him in a VW beetle

or just any car that would run

appreciates any weather for what little delights they hold but interestingly i'd say he's a cloudy, chilly, crisp cold air that makes your breath look like steam, on-the-verge-of-raining day guy because he gets to bust out his cardigan and blazers and make himself a warm little drink

smells like fresh laundry, coffee and delightful little pastries -- like stepping into a warm bakery on a chilly day-- because the brothers have to help Cass open

on days he's busy with baymax and other robotics projects he comes out of his lab smelling more like metal, lubricant, oil, soldering-- all that stuff that comes with mechanical tinkering and is conscious of it; if he has a class after he will go home and shower and make himself a matcha latte and he smells like a bakery all over again

crazy well-regarded not just in his own department but in school overall

like not only was he able to make a portable huggable robot capable of 10,000 medical procedures with a built in defibrillator which is actually insane legend crazy work on its own

but he's insanely nice and kind to anyone he passes by on campus and offers help whenever he can

^ many girls and even some guys are head over heels for him they can't fathom that he's a real person and not some prince that came out of a fairytale

he's lowkey a loser when it comes to his brother (and other aspects covered later) though

since hiro and aunt cass are all he has left of his family he's insanely protective of them, especially hiro who is in his teenage rebellious years

like in an argument with hiro when hiro says something mean to him in the heat of the moment like "Why are you like this?! It's none of your business!!" or whatever he gets sad and even beats himself over it lowkey like "Am I a bad brother after all...?"

there have been multiple instances in which he didn't hang with the gang because he wouldn't trust hiro to run off and get into a botfight in some shady ass crevice of the city SCENE: hiro is grounded by tadashi yet again and tadashi insists to escort hiro to and from school Hiro: Why do I have to be dropped off by you? And you're picking me up too?! And why do I have to wear this stupid T-Shirt?!!! [t-shirt says "i got in trouble for not listening to my brother and nearly getting us arrested]

like look me in my tumblr icon and tell me that's never happened bruh

lowkey needs glasses but has contacts, will wear them if in a rush

hes a cool robotic genius prince in shining armor whos also lowkey really lame and dorky 😭😭😭 

romantically

since he's a goody-two-shoes so he's low-key romantically inexperienced and easily flustered

^ he's probably a virgin ngl

like he gets bitches "oh tadashi? from the robotics department? yeah he's really nice; he helped me carry some stuff this one time. and suuuper cute. would." / "yeah I would date tadashi if I weren't, you know, a heterosexual guy" ...but he doesn't act on any of the action he gets

part of the reason being that hiro hamada exists and that alone is a responsibility in itself

like he had to sew GPS tracking systems into hiro's clothes if he went on a date his date would get interrupted by hiro's jacket pinging from some sketchy ass dead end alleyway like 4 miles away

and even if he brought someone home he wouldn't be able to do anything peacefully since he shares a room with hiro, the only thing separating the brothers being a thin, timeworn shoji partitioning

would blush if brought into a victoria's secret-- he wouldn't know where to put his eyes so he would be flustered and his eyes darting all over the place

^ if one were to ask if he was okay from all the victoria's secrets being revealed in front of him he would stutter like a stereotypical flustered teenage boy

love isnt limited by gender kinda guy

he's just a chill guy who has so much love to spread all around you know

bigger spoon, loves cuddling

love languages acts of service and quality time

vvvvvvv sweet and considerate

sooo gentlemanly

is a clingy sticky affectionate sappy drunk to his s/o

free pastries and coffee for breakfast from the lucky cat cafe

would cook for his s/o maybe even breakfast in bed

would help wash and blow dry s/o hair

very polite (very demure very mindful LOL) often asks before a lot of things "can I hold your hand?" "can I help you with that?" "can I hug you?"

gives his s/o rides home on days they have to go home at night because lets face it even san fransokyo in 20thirtysomething has sketchy dangerous bums

he is very athletic and has crazy endurance from playing sports all throughout school and having to run, chase after, and rescue hiro out of botfighting "misunderstandings"...

^ crazy endurance... iykwim...

soft top, would be open to reasonable experimentation

rarely gets jealous but if he does, bottles it up

until he cant anymore and he does some slightly possessive stuff like putting his jacket over his s/o and he will feel a little romantical when he is alone with them iykwim

is sooo cute just trust

some darker stuff maybe(?) tw/ trauma, death, unresolved issues or whatever idk

as hard as he is on hiro and his loved ones he's hardest on himself

he was old enough to remember and feel his parents death so it was harder on him than it was for hiro

part of the reason why he wants so desperately to help everyone is because he wishes he could have done something to save his parents

it's not explicitly stated but i get the feeling their parents died instantly from a terrible accident that unfortunately first responders weren't able to save (which was probably the inspiration for Baymax, who is portable and capable of 10,000 medical procedures which is crazy work btw)

he lowkey has survivors guilt from it

any nightmares he has of his parents and the accident and he wakes up panicking and teary-eyed he goes to the bathroom to compose himself to not let it affect hiro

lowkey he might have a small issue of basing some of his self-worth off how helpful he is

nevertheless he's a well-adjusted and healthy young man who has gone to therapy and overcome his trauma but experiences from his past influence and manifest in his work of trying to help others through robotics

which manifested in many sleepless days and nights and innumerable pots of coffee during baymax's development stages

hates health insurance companies (don't ask how he feels about luigi's mansion)

hes so so gorg i love love love like since forever

[estrellami-1]

Electric Touch

Full fic on ao3

Eddie’s phone reads 1:56 when he finds the video that starts it all.

He’s scrolling TikTok, because that’s a viable source of income now and somehow people think he’s worth watching.

He’s scrolling and comes across a video of an angel, he thinks. She’s beautiful, ethereal, sun-kissed skin dotted with moles.

Then she stands up, and moves away from the camera, and holy mother of Thor she has thighs.

She could sit on him and he would genuinely thank her.

He hits React before he can think too hard about it. He turns his lamp on, vaguely brushes his fingers through his hair, and hits the record button. “Okay,” he says, eyes wide, “someone find me that Mommy? Sorry, video, because that’s- that’s me, right now. And then also- who is it, from that Disney movie? The really hot dude? I don’t know who you are, nor how I came to find you, but may I just say… hi. How ya doin’?” He shakes his head. “Cause that’s also me, right now, okay, I don’t know who you are but I know you’re an angel, and I’m sorry if you have a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, or whatever, but- listen, I had to let you know, okay? Um. That- that’s it, I guess.” He shrugs, gives the camera a little half-smile, and ends the video.

He posts it, shuts his phone off, and rolls over to go to sleep.

He’s awakened in the morning by a phone call from Jeff. “Dude,” he mutters, squinting at the clock. 9:04. Way too early to be awake. “Where’s the fire?”

“The fire is the fact that you post first and think later,” Jeff tells him, then laughs. “And it might’ve actually worked in your favor this time. You remember the video you posted last night?”

Eddie blinks, thinks, and remembers a blinding smile and moles and thighs. God. Really, what was he supposed to do? He’s only a man. “Uh… yeah?”

“She responded.”

Eddie nearly falls out of bed. “She what?”

Jeff chuckles again. “Uh-huh. You know who she is?”

“An angel?”

Jeff hums. “Try Stevie.”

“Um. Okay? Cute name?”

“Stevie, as in the most recent artist to sell out the Garden.”

Eddie nearly falls out of bed again. “What?”

“She’s a pop star, dude. I’m looking her up right now, ‘cause I don’t know much more than that. She’s won nearly 300 awards, she’s the most decorated artist in Billboard Music Awards history, and somehow, she found your feral rambling endearing.”

“Fuck you, I’m plenty endearing,” he says. Then his brain catches up. “Oh, shit, I’ve gotta- she responded, you said?”

“Mhm.”

“Shit, I’ve gotta answer!”

In his haste to get to TikTok, he accidentally ends the call. He doesn’t realize until he sees a text notification from Jeff: five laughing-crying emojis.

He sends back the middle finger.

He opens TikTok, realizes holy shit that went viral viral, and clicks on the video.

Her comment is on the very top. The hot Disney dude you’re thinking of is Flynn Rider from Tangled. Does that make me Rapunzel?

He flops back down onto his bed with a giggle. She’s flirting back. This is actually happening.

He pulls his phone up again, quickly types out I wouldn’t mind getting tangled in your hair. Hesitates for a second, then presses the send button.

That’s when he sees his notifications. He knows it’s just going to be everybody commenting to and saving that video, but he likes his screen clean, so he taps on the notification bar.

Except- it’s not just people commenting to and saving the video.

He has a DM.

From Stevie.

@madigoround - about a week late but it’s here!

[comically-callous]

I am currently OBSESSED with X-Men (thanks Deadpool and Wolverine). And I’m even more obsessed with Kurt Wagner. So, enjoy some headcanons of him. Or don’t. Idc.

Kurt Wagner x gn!reader headcanons

A/n: Hey, freaks. I’m back again. I wrote this at 1 a.m so some of these might get a little silly. Hope you enjoy. Requests are open 🧚‍♀️

Before relationship:

Super touchy with everyone, I feel like we’ve all accepted this as canon. But, if he’s interested in you romantically he’ll be a bit shy about showing physical affection

Like, 100% that doesn’t stop him from hugging you whenever he’s excited or whatever. But, afterwards he’ll pull away, laugh, and give you a meek little “Sorry”

Very worried that he might somehow fumble so hard that you end up hating him

Like, he’ll make you drop your food or something and then worries for the next two days about how you might not like him anymore because of it (meanwhile you probably forgot it even happened lol)

Overall, just afraid of losing you. Like, he’s so scared to make any kind of move on you because what if you don’t like him that way? Now you don’t even wanna be his friend and it’s all his fault!

That being said, if you start giving him hints or signals, he’s probably gonna over analyze all of it.

Tell him you love spending time with him, and he’ll be spending a good 30 minutes just going over any and everything you possibly could’ve meant when saying that.

Be patient with him he’s not used to people being interested in him romantically.

During Relationship:

You tell him about all of the signals you hurled at him that he completely missed and he gets so embarrassed

Sorry, had to get that one out of the way cause I think it’s funny

He loves getting words of affirmation from you. Promoted or unprompted.

If you guys are just chilling and out of nowhere you’re like “You’re such a good boyfriend, Kurt ☺️” Bro, he’s about to get too excited and start doing backflips (/hj)

I fear he would ask “Would you still love me if i was a worm?” Like, in the middle of the night too when you’re both on the verge of passing out.

Loves cuddling. I won’t get too into it because I kinda wanna make a separate post just for cuddling hcs. But, I will say that he doesn’t really care how you guys are cuddling. As long as you’re both comfortable and as long as he gets to be touching you, he’s a happy little guy

He probably thanks God for blessing him with you at least once a day while praying

I feel like he’s the type to tell strangers about you. Whether you’re there or not, doesn’t matter. He just wants people to know that he’s in love and that he has to most lovely partner he could ever hope for ❤️❤️

Ok, I need to go to bed now. Goodnight, Kurt Wagner nation.

[alicecorpseliddell]

PLURAL ASK GAME 2* (45 questions)

*inspired by some of our headmates

Remember to practice reblog karma!!*

*reblog karma does not apply to us/the original post

🪳 — Does anyone with a "problematic"/"bad" source identify with their "problematic"/"bad" actions from source?

🤍 — Is there anyone who has a distinctly different voice/accent than the rest?

🪒 — Is there anyone who's probably bigender but is putting off thinking about it? If so, why?

🅱️ — is there anyone that people outside of the system perceive as intimidating but inside the system is just seen as a silly guy? (/gender neutral)

⭐ — are there any headmates who when fronting cause your energy/spoons to drain faster than others?

🟩🚫 — is there anyone who spends most of their time fronting complaining about missing their s/o from source?

🌹 — has anyone had to explain queerphobia to another headmate?

🌸 — is there anyone who either fronts super frequently or you don't see for months and months on end?

🚂 — is there a resident RPF freak™? (/sil)

🍋 — is there a resident Swiftie?

🔋 — is there one double that is distinctly different from the other doubles of their source?

🌫️ — anyone who really shouldn't have any kids, have any kids?

🩰 — anyone who's entire personality is formed around a hobby you picked up briefly in childhood but never gained an actual interest in? If so, what's the hobby?

🦴 — if you have individual playlists, who's is the longest runtime wise?

🏷️ — anyone who uses unconventional first person pronouns (something other than I/me/myself/etc)

🎻🎵 — anyone sourced from a fanfiction?

🪞 — you got any uhhhhh.... Manipulative MILFS?

🗿 — anyone get reformed in an... unconventional manner?

🚨 — anyone front triggered by Emergency Service Alarms or other similar alarm systems?

🎵 — anyone form while you were hospitalized (for anything)?

🎻 — anyone who is the exact complete opposite of their source in every way possible, but still identifies with it?

🏥 — have you ever accidentally deleted a fully made profile (on anything) for a headmate and had to remake it from scratch?

♋ — anyone from a source you don't know have a high ranking/very important role within your system?

🩷 — anyone who bears a strong resemblance to a character but is not sourced from them in any way shape or form?

🖊️ — anyone who has "no concept of emotions"? (whatever that may mean to you)

🦪 — has anyone been forcemasc'd?

🪸 — anyone who picked an emoji/symbol/name/etc just because they liked the way it looked, and not for any real reason?

🐸 — anyone communicate either primarily or entirely in [a] random sounds? And if so can anyone understand them?

🚥 — anyone who is most definitely queer but is refusing to admit it?

🍄 — has anyone gotten you banned from a specific website or app?

🍴 — does anyone type in a different font as a typing quirk?

🐮 — do you have anyone who shifts through face claims and apparences frequently? (not including multisourced folk)

🌲 — is anyone's emoji/sign off/front indicator an inside joke from their source?

��� — is there anyone who's only like 80% sure of their source but still goes with it like it's fact anyways?

🦋 — is there anyone who enjoys math but isn't particularly good at it?

💣 — is there a lesbian who's obsessed with [a] fictional men?

♎ — is there anyone who when fronting with other people makes pain worse but when fronting alone makes pain lessen?

🌋 — anyone who is almost constantly crying? If so, why? Is it a disorder? An aesthetic choice? A trauma response? Something else?

🎙️ — do you have any tween/early teens gatekeepers?

🎤 — do you have any introjects from a series you haven't touched but was popular with your friends?

🧽 — do you have anyone who has an endless appetite when fronting? And what are their favourite food(s)?

🐲 — has anyone woke you up in the middle of the night to announce their presence then proceeded to never front again?

🥝 — is there any who is unreasonably funny for who their source is?

🔞 — is anyone addicted to candy crush (or similar styles of games)?

🍦 — is there anyone who's "just happy to along for the ride :)"?

[ PLAIN TEXT ] We Are A Diagnosed Traumagenic DID System We Are Pro Endogenic And You Will Not Change Our Mind If You Harass Us You Give Us Consent To Harass You Back

[kolyubov]

Rises the moon.

✧ pairing. Doa3 x gn!reader

��� word count. 2k.

✧ contents. fluff, ooc doa3, relationships are not specified (this is not necessarily romantic, take it as you please <3), mostly self-indulgent. if I missed anything, please tell me.

✧ author's note. it's been so long since i posted anything,,, i hope this is good enoughwaaaaeuxjwunxsk

It was past midnight and the apartment was enveloped in silence. You couldn't hear anyone talking in the living room, meaning everyone was asleep.

To be able to enjoy a quiet rest in this place was rare. Midnights are the most bustling hours, when everyone gathers to discuss “important” business until early in the morning, before leaving for whatever they have to do.

Considering this, you could have had a nice sleep for once… if it wasn’t for the rain storming outside.

A sudden thunder crash caused you to abruptly wake up in the middle of your dream— Your heart thumping quickly against your chest and your breath coming out in heavy gasps. You felt disoriented for a few seconds until you eventually calmed down.

Usually, storms don’t scare you, in fact, they’re quite enjoyable along with a lecture or a movie, but not now when you're alone in your room and in the middle of the night, surrounded by the darkness and with your vision barely helping you to perceive your surroundings.

Among the dark, shadows shape into tall monsters lurking from the corner of your room, seemingly waiting for the right moment to lay their ghostly hands on you before disappearing after each lightning. The brief second of luminance makes you realize that those shadows are just that, no one was going to actually hurt you.

Yet, going back into the land of dreams was difficult under these circumstances.

You tried by closing your eyes, ignoring the ���monsters” and the loud rumbling of the thunderstorm, and taking deep breaths to calm your unsteady heart but you just couldn't fall asleep. The unsafe sensation wouldn't go away, perhaps until the sun rises again.

However, you had some kind of idea that could help you sleep.

You sat on your bed for a while, contemplating the storm through the window that doesn't seem to end anytime soon and trying to gain the courage to leave your room.

Maybe this idea wasn't the best one you could have, but it was the first thing that came to your sleepy brain, and it's not like you were in the mood to think of any consequences due to what you were going to do.

With a light groan, you leave the comfort of your bed and grab your fluffy pillow in between your arms. The wooden floor cracks under your feet as you make your way to the door of your room then carefully opening it, peeking through the small gap, making sure no dangers are around before stepping outside.

Luckily, the hallway was slightly illuminated with one lamp that hung from the ceiling— The old wooden floor cracks under your deliberated steps as you make your way to his room. Once you stand in front of it, and just as you place a hand on the knob, another sudden thunder makes you jerk in surprise.

Was that a sign from God to not do this?

Without properly rethinking —also too tired to think of any potential risks— you twist the knob, and immediately your eyes land on his sleeping peaceful form; almost completely wrapped with a blanket but letting you see his face. His lips barely parted and his eyelashes rested over his cheeks.

It's not every day when you see Fyodor sleeping on a comfy mattress…

Until now, you had always seen him working day and night underground, sitting in front of his bright purple monitor screen and typing away weird codes or messages that seemed impossible for you to deceive. And if he was not working underground, instead, he was taking a stroll through the city or drinking tea in some restaurant that picked his curiosity.

But sleeping didn't seem to be like a normal activity for him to do.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, hm?”

Fyodor's groggy voice makes you snap out of your thoughts. Now he’s looking at you with a gentle smile as you stand on his doorframe, gripping your pillow awkwardly as you wait for some type of permission— And almost as if he’s reading your mind, he motions for you to come closer with his hand.

The mattress sinks under your weight as you get into the bed and place your pillow just beside his. Wasting no time, Fyodor wraps his blanket around your frame. And it takes some time for you to realize that he's gladly sharing his personal space, which adds to another unusual thing he's doing tonight.

“I couldn't sleep.” You mutter, as he pulls you closer.

“Why's that, dearest?”

“The storm…”

A small chuckle escaped his lips, finding adorable the fact that you needed company just because of a mere storm. Though, he knew the answer even before you said it.

One of his hands —usually cold— is now warming up your cheek, cupping it and rubbing small circles with his thumb as if to soothe you, to tell that he’s there for you without any words needed, simply light touches and whispers shared in between the two.

And for a small second you return the gesture, gently tracing the dark circles underneath his eyes as you scan his features; his thin eyebrows, his purple eyes, and his nose before finally stopping at his lips— His lower lip a little bitten and red.

Unconsciously, your own lips twitch upwards as your mind clouds with the idea of kissing every inch of his pale skin, having him softly laughing underneath you.

To hide your smile, you rest your head against his chest, pressing your ear to where his heart is. The soft thud makes a gentle symphony, a calming sound, that allows any tension left in your body to slip away. Fyodor’s presence fills your senses, making you forget about the rain violently storming outside. Something pulls you closer as your arms wrap around him.

Fyodor doesn’t complain of the proximity, instead, his slender fingers play with your hair, twirling it around his digits or untying knots that were made while you were sleeping before the thunder strike woke you up.

It’s not a surprise that your eyelids eventually start feeling heavy, with all the sweet caresses and the warmth provided, your body is ready to resume your sleep, enveloped in the most comfortable shelter you could ever ask for—

“Oh…”

One of Fyodor's hands cups the back of your head tenderly, pulling you flush against him as if to avoid someone from snatching his most precious thing.

“…What’s wrong, Fedya?” You want to pull away, but a high-pitched giggle comes from behind you, accompanied by the sound of rustling the sheets.

Seems like we have company.

“What are you two doing sleeping without me? That's mean… Leaving a friend out is not nice, dovey.” Nikolai grumbles as he climbs to the bed, lying on his side and hugging you from behind, “Why not come to me when the storm startles your peaceful sleep, hm?

The jester seems not afraid in the slightest to have physical contact with Fyodor, or anyone really…

You can feel his hand removing Fyodor's from your head before he nuzzles against the crook of your neck; the tip of his nose brushes up and down your skin purposely to tickle you. Oh, how much Nikolai loved hearing your giggles as you squirmed around his bear hug, it made his heart almost beat out of his chest.

“I do not recall asking you to show up in my room, Nikolai.” By the tone of his voice, Fyodor doesn't seem pleased with the additional company taking space on his bed and ruining your peaceful encounter.

Nikolai’s hands trail up your ribs, and without any warning, he begins tickling you— not stopping even as you try to pry them away among laughs.

“Dove, you’re not gonna make me leave, are you?” He whispers against your ear, voice whiny and you are almost completely sure that he's pouting right now, hoping you at least feel pity for leaving him out, “Tell Dos that you want me to stay…”

But just by eyeing Fyodor, the answer is more than clear on his face. Refuting his words to let Nikolai sleep with the two of you is most likely ending with you and the jester being kicked out.

“C'mon, C'mon! You're scared of the storm, aren't you, birdie?” Nikolai pecks your cheek and pets your hair dramatically. “Poor baby! Shouldn't we help this frail dove together, Dos?”

“There's no need for that.” Fyodor's patience is going thin.

Nikolai clicks his tongue in annoyance, sitting up on the bed with his arms crossed like a child and glaring at Fyodor for a while, trying to convince him just by holding eye contact until he gives up, knowing there’s no room for negotiating.

“Fine, I'll leave… Gosh, you're such a killjoy.”

As he slips out the bed, muttering curses under his breath, Fyodor sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. It's not the first —and definitely not the last— time he has to put up with Nikolai’s behavior.

God blessed him this time, it seems. He didn't need to make too much of a fuss to make Nikolai leave.

When the door opens and the jester intruder is ready to leave in order to resume the calming moment that Fyodor was truly appreciating, instead of leaving, Nikolai throws his arms up in the air excitedly.

“Dear Sigma! What a great surprise!”

The casino manager stands in the doorframe, rubbing one of his eyes. It appears like his sleep was interrupted as well.

“Uhm… Could you guys keep it down, please? I woke up because you're so noisy and I'm trying to—”

Sigma didn't have time to finish speaking before he was dragged by Nikolai, tugging on his sleeve and pulling him to the bed. Fyodor’s bed. Then pushing him down to the mattress as if he was nothing but another plushie added to the collection.

“Gogol! I didn’t come here to have a sleepover!” Sigma complains, rolling his eyes before meeting your gaze, and giving you an awkward smile.

Then meeting Fyodor's.

Something didn’t seem to add up.

“Am I… missing something?”

“This little dove needs our help, my dear friend! You see, the storm ruffled their lovely feathers so they needed to shelter in our embrace.”

Sigma raises an eyebrow at the jester’s words, and even if he's stuck in this —unwanted— situation it's not difficult to understand the message. He sighs, lying back on the bed and holding your hand, “It’s going to be okay, angel.”

He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before bringing it to his lips and placing a soft peck on the back of it. He cares about you more than he hates having to deal with Nikolai.

The four of you managed to fit in Fyodor's bed with little space in between. Nikolai's head is now resting on your chest, him in between your legs, his arms around your waist. On the other hand, Fyodor and Sigma were lying on each side of you, either playing with your hair or stroking your hand. Any soft touch brings you closer to dozing off.

Fyodor mutters a small apology because of his "friends" behavior. His fingers graze your palm before he locks his fingers with yours as well. Silence slowly begins flooding the room; you feel perfectly safe with them around, so you close your eyes, letting your body relax.

“Oh! I have the greatest idea, how about we have a sleepover and do our nails and—”

“Nikolai.” The three of you called his name almost as if grounding a child; making the jester frown and pout.

You couldn't suppress your giggles, thinking that this might be the first —and the last— time you'll have the three men from the same dangerous organization sleeping together in the same bed only because they care about you, in their own way.

The storm slowly fades away, forgotten in the warmth of their embrace.

When waking up the next morning, you'll have to face the pain in your limbs from being entangled around them… And wondering how you and Fyodor ended up in between Sigma and Nikolai's hug.

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[tgirlmechanicock]

Posting this in the dead of night but I've had an idea in my head for a long long time about wanting to write like, an on-and-off series that I update whenever I have time. It'd follow three trainers with specific goals, ideals, and skills, and be kind of in the style of the anime but with a lot more smut. I dunno! I have no idea if it'll be any good, but I finally wrote the first chapter of it, and if it's something people like maybe I'll write more? I'm rambling but it's just something I'm kind of self-conscious about people not liking, really, lol.

Anyway! Enjoy the tentative first chapter

Pokemon: Wishing Stone

One

The ceiling was leaking again.

Amber had been halfway through brushing her teeth when a fat drop hit her in the forehead, causing her to grimace and tense, nearly biting through her toothbrush. Just another thing she didn’t fucking need, honestly. Her day was already going shitty, but this was icing on the cake. There’d been a fucking Hoothoot pecking on her window all night, staring in with those big, glowing eyes, and even when she’d tried to shoo it away it kept coming back to stare at her. Typical.

Now, as she draped her apron over her shoulder and trudged out of the apartment, not bothering to lock up – as if there was anything worth stealing – she was furiously typing on her phone to her landlord. Not one of those fancy new Rotom phones, just an old basic smart phone. The kids at the store made fun of her, but what did they know? All trust fund kids and trainer school students.

She rapped hard on the door to the apartment above hers, tapping her foot for a long moment before the door opened, frazzled woman inside meeting her eyes.

“Amber. Hi.” She blinked. “Fuck. The water-?”

“I told Joe it was a broken pipe,” she grimaced. “More issues with Buizel?”

“Yes,” she groaned, head in hands. “I’m always sleeping when Ben finds the ball and lets it out and then they’re in the bathroom and just…”

“I know,” Amber sighed, shaking her head. “Just… may want to clean it up before Joe comes by. You ought to pass it off to the old folks outside of town.”

The young mother sighed, deflating. “If they hadn’t just put out a notice about how many drop-offs they were getting, honestly I would. I’m just… going to raise a Buizel. Alongside my kid.”

Amber nodded, turning to leave with a wave and a smile over her shoulder. “Ought to see if there’s any more of those Rocket freaks around to sell it off to, sure they’d take it.”

“You’re awful, Amber!” she laughed, leaving the girl in silence as she descended down the old stairs. There used to be an elevator, but it’d been out of service since Amber moved in. One of those things Joe was “getting around to”. Still, the walk had its perks; at least living on the ninth floor meant she got her daily steps in.

The walk to the Goldenrod Department Store was grueling, and by the time she was there she had to collapse in the break room. It was her daily routine – walk down 9 flights of stairs, halfway across town because she couldn’t afford a bike, and then get to work 20 minutes early for a brief, unpaid nap. It was awesome. Really cool.

She threw her apron on, pulling her hair up and putting on a service worker smile as she clocked in. Just another eight hours and she could be done.

It wasn’t all bad. They’d hired her pretty quickly after she let slip she flunked out of trainer school. It was the perfect middle ground that places like this loved: enough experience to know what they were selling, but not good enough of a trainer to actually go off and leave the store to go battling, or whatever. She knew the practical applications of X-Speed, how best to utilize a Lagging Tail, which Pokémon learned TM-54; but she was never going to use that knowledge. This gave her at least a minor opportunity.

 “Ohmygosh,” a woman said, bouncing up to the counter with two girls flanking her, a Snubbull wrapped up in her arms. “This is so cool, look at this!” The girls began to peruse the various sundries, leaving the Pokémon on the counter. Amber could feel her body tense, trying not to look at it. Every once in a while, she’d glance over, and the thing would be glaring daggers into her. It went on far too long, the girls ooh-ing and ahh-ing over every single thing as she felt her body get more and more tense.

The Snubbull stood up on the counter, sauntering over as she froze up. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Pokémon she just… wasn’t good around them. She had a bad track record, and that aside, whenever she was around them, wild or not, Pokémon just seemed to-

Snubbull bit down hard on her finger.

Amber shrieked, jumping back and yanking it from the Pokémon’s mouth, swearing and nursing the bleeding digit as the girls gasped and cried out.

“What the hell happened?!” the woman asked. “What’d you do?”

“Nothing!” Amber retorted with a scowl. “Your stupid thing just fucking bit me!”

“How DARE you call Princess stupid!? Princess is the most precious, amazing, most special-“ She snapped at Amber again as she stumbled back, knocking into the rack. “Princess! What has gotten into you!”

A passing manager finally came by, giving Amber a look that told her she was relieved, and she scurried off as he was talking calmly to them, offering refunds and free items. To the person whose Pokémon bit Amber. Fucking hell.

She cleaned the room in the breakroom sink, wrapping it and groaning, leaning against the counter. She was so fucking tired. Not just physically exhausted, but mentally. She worked in a store that sold items to Pokémon trainers, and day in and day out, they’d come in and bring their Pokémon.

And Pokémon fucking hated Amber.

It was a universal constant. Since she’d been little, the family Zigzagoon didn’t like her much. It was more apathetic than anything else, but one time she’d gotten run down by a Beedrill and all it had done was watch and yawn. Like it didn’t care if she’d gotten skewered. That feeling in her gut had solidified, and it was a strange feeling between resentment and ambition.

If she could be a trainer, then maybe she could connect with Pokémon. If she could figure out how to reach across the gap, then she wouldn’t feel so… out of place. She’d been partnered up with a Charmander who was headstrong but studious. They’d gotten along fine, but as time went on, everyone else evolving their partner Pokémon and moving into advanced battle techniques, she and Charmander just… stagnated. She offered to let a new student raise him for a bit, and he evolved into Charmelon near immediately.

She dropped out shortly after.

She hissed at the antiseptic, shaking her hand and groaning as she collapsed at the nearest table. She knew it wasn’t going to be long before-

“Hey, Amber,” the manager from before said, coming in with a placid smile. “Your hand okay?”

“Oh. Yeah, it’s just-“

“I’m sorry to hear that. How about you take the rest of the day off, okay?”

“I’m not in trouble, am I-?”

“I’m going to talk to some of the other managers and we’ll see what we can do.” He just kept smiling. She yanked her apron off and stormed out. Fuck. She hated as tears sprung to her eyes, hated as she stormed out of the building and down the street, down the path out of town, crumpling against the fence and screaming out her frustrations. It wasn’t fair. None of it was fucking fair.

She wiped her tears, collapsed to the grass, and just… watched passerby. The entry to Goldenrod was pretty busy, lots of people coming in and out from the forest, or little trips to and from Azalea. It was a bustling port town and the new track over to Kanto was just installed not too long ago. People walked by, alone, but more often, with their Pokémon.

She just didn’t get it. As she sat there, occasionally a Pokémon would make their way by, a squirming Caterpie or a curious Pidgey, and she tried to smile, relax her body, and let them approach her, but they would always fly off in a huff. What made her so unapproachable to Pokémon?

That… wasn’t quite it. It wasn’t just Pokémon.

She didn’t have many friends growing up, and in trainer school barely anyone talked to her at all. She was the loner with her lonely Charmander, trainers taking on friend groups, traveling buddies, hell even rivals. But when it came down to battle training, she was always picked last. And even then, no one in her group bothered to remember her name.

It was like… she was cursed. Cursed to be loathed by man and ‘mon alike. She knew her managers hated her, she didn’t have any close coworkers, and she couldn’t even draw in a Pokémon. Even wild, friendly ones like Pikachu avoided her. Just… cursed.

She trudged back into town, throwing her hood up over her head as the sun began to dip lower into the sky. The tall skyscrapers became bathed in beautiful oranges and reds as she walked her way down to the docks. She wasn’t even sure where she was going, just… wandering. Maybe she’d find a Krabby to finally break her of her melancholy spell, or maybe a Tentacruel would pull her into the water and eat her and her nightmare of a life would be over.

People passed her on their way off work, and by the time she got to the shipyard, it was basically abandoned. She ducked under a “Private Property” chain, down a set of stairs, and into the sandy area beneath the docks where the tide occasionally met the shore. She came down here to hide sometimes, to feel some sort of kinship with the washed up, abandoned Staryu, or just to pick through trash that had washed up.

She kicked at a can, took a picture of a dirty magazine someone had left to make a funny post about later, a selfie with a small pocket of used needles. Fun stuff. And then… something caught her eye. She frowned, picking her way through the detritus over to it. It was half-buried in the sand, and glittering amongst the rest of the dull, boring trash. At first she thought it was a shiny stone, which would’ve been nice, something to sell back at the Department Store at least, but… no. This was different.

A crystalline chunk of rock, roughly the size of her outstretched hand, and oblong. It was a pale yellow, reflecting the light of the sunset as it slowly made its way beneath the docks. Inside the strange crystal was a stone even deeper, a shade of deep emerald, or turquoise. As she turned it over in her hand, it seemed to have a strange iridescent quality, and the stone in the center felt like…

It was like an eye. Almond-shaped and peering back at her with a single, stoney pupil. She dropped at the realization, wiping her hands on her pants but then pausing. She picked it back up again, turning it over in her hands. It wasn’t like anything she’d ever seen. It wasn’t a crystal, or an evolution stone, it seemed organic but also… manmade. Like, nothing could trap the sphere inside of the bigger thing, unless maybe it was like, those ancient Pokémon trapped in amber? That could happen, she supposed.

She took out her work apron, gently rubbing the grime off the surface, polishing it to a shine and simply holding it in her hands. She felt a deep pang in her soul, some strange instinct bubbling up inside her. There was a wistfulness, a draw to this gemstone, that she couldn’t describe. It was drawing something out of her, and until it tumbled from her lips, she didn’t realize what it was.

It was her greatest wish.

“I wish I was wanted,” she whispered, pushing her forehead to the stone. “I wish people and Pokémon wanted to be around me, fuck, I just… I wish I was wanted.”

A deep, resonating force pulsed from the stone. It wasn’t a sound, or a feeling, but it wracked her body just the same. Like a sudden migraine or a disorienting change of pitch, it pulsed through her, and nearby she saw the water ripple outward from the force. It was as if something had been contained in the stone and was… discharged.

And then, it spoke.

“A wish, understood,” came the whispering, strange voice. Genderless and high pitched, like when she’d heard psychic Pokémon speak into her mind. “A wish, taken. A wish, returned. A wish, granted.” The stone began to crack, eventually turning into dust, slipping through her fingers, inner sphere and all. She was left alone and stunned as the sun dipped down below the horizon, oranges and pinks turning to deep purples and blues as night finally fell.

“What the fuck?”

---

Amber didn’t tell anyone about the stone. She didn’t have anyone to tell. Nor was she confident that anyone would actually listen to and believe her. Sure the world was full of weird and super unexplainable things – she heard that there was a group off in Sinnoh that was trying to… capture spirits of willpower and emotion or something? – but this felt like it took the cake. She’d searched around for a while but nothing turned up. No wishing stones, no strange eyes, no mysterious voices.

Maybe she dreamed it. That thought made her feel a bit better. It wasn’t like she’d never succumbed to stress-induced psychosis before. She worked retail, for Arceus’s sake. Who hadn’t?

She pushed it from her mind and slept on it.

And in the morning, her ceiling was leaking.

“For fuck’s sake,” she groaned, banging her fist lightly against the mirror. “I swear to fuck, if this shit doesn’t stop.” She grabbed her apron, her bag, and stormed upstairs, not even bothering to text Joe. She was going to take the ball for that damned Buizel and snap it over her knee if it was the last thing she did.

Before she could even knock, the woman opened the door, looking apologetic. “Amber, I am so sorry, I know I said it wouldn’t happen again but-” She gasped as her kid ran past her, the Buizel squeaking and chittering as it chased her. “Ben! Buizel, both of you-!”

“Hey,” Amber said firmly. Both skidded to a stop, looking up at her with wide eyes. “What’re you two doing?”

“Playing?” Ben said, pressing his fingers together.

“Were you two playing in the bathroom?”

He huffed, folding his arms and looking away. Buizel mirrored his movements. “Uh huh…”

She took a knee, getting down to their level. “Look. When you were playing in the water, it got down into my bathroom and got all over.” Ben’s eyes widened, looking mortified. “And it can make the floor really weak too, and then Joe’s gonna have to come by and your mom might have to pay a lot of money. Meaning no more toys for you and Buizel.”

Ben looked to his mother with increasing horror, and she simply nodded. “B-but-! We just wanted to play-!”

“Can you two just play when your mom is up?” she sighed. “Like, can you save bath time until she’s awake? Or, hell, you could get a little pool to put down in the terrace if you really wanted.”

Ben lit up. “Mom! Can we get a pool for downstairs?” She paused, as if she hadn’t thought about that.

“As long as you two don’t make messes in the bathroom anymore, we can get a little pool.”

Ben squealed, Buizel chittering loudly, both running around Amber as she pushed herself upright. They ran inside and his mom sighed, leaning against the doorframe. “Thank you, Amber. Really. I’ve never seen anyone handle Ben like that.”

Amber blinked. “Oh. Yeah, no problem. I was kind of ready to come up here and kill the wet rat, but… I dunno. He seemed like he wanted to talk.”

She laughed and smiled, hugging her arms to her side. “Well, thank you for not killing the rat. I think your talk really helped.”

Amber felt her cheeks flush and she turned away, scratching the back of her neck. “Yeah, sure. Don’t mention it.” She paused at the stairs. “If it floods again I’m throwing it off the roof.”

“I’ll be there to help.”

The walk to work was… less arduous. People smiled in her direction, and a few Pokémon gave her little chirps and chitters. It felt… weird. Nice, but weird. She finally clocked into work and threw herself onto the counter when there was a gentle ding from the bell. She glanced up to see a gorgeous woman with long, dark locks, blue cardigan, flowing skirt, a little green bow. She was watching her with interest, cocking her head. “Hello.”

“Hey,” Amber croaked, pushing herself upright. “Sorry.”

“It’s no problem,” the girl chuckled. “I have a few things I needed, could I get your help finding them?”

“Oh, sure,” Amber yawned, stretching. “Didn’t wanna use the directory?”

The girl laughed again, soft and tittering. “I like the human touch. And you seemed very approachable, and a bit under the weather. A walk around the store might help?”

“Maybe,” Amber smiled, beginning to guide her.

“My name is Roo,” she smiled, holding out a hand.

She paused for a moment before tentatively shaking. “Amber.”

“Well Amber, I very much appreciate your help.”

Several notebooks, plant presses, some berry pots, cookware. “What is all this stuff for?” she frowned, cocking her head.

“Oh, I’m a botanist,” Roo smiled. Then faltered. “Well, not exactly a botanist. I’m a… tea expert?” She frowned, humming and tuttering. Her hand went to her waist, an ornate white and purple Pokéball releasing a strange, saucer-shaped Pokémon that hummed as it floated by Roo’s head. “I run a blog about tea, and I found that most teas online are simply using berries or very simple things like Tropius fruits.”

“What’re you wanting to make tea out of?” Amber chuckled.

“EVERYTHING,” Roo’s eyes sparkled. “Have you ever thought about steeping an autumn Deerling’s head flower? Or- or a Gloom’s Spore for a nice, calming sleeping tea?”

Amber grinned, handing her another on her list. “Can’t say that I have. Honestly not much of a tea girl.”

“You just haven’t found the right tea!” Roo gasped. “All of these trainers are out here putting together ‘battle dexes’ or encyclopedic knowledge on every Pokémon, I’m hoping to make a tea dex. It’s a new way to explore our culinary horizons while bonding with Pokémon! Pokémon can drink tea too, you know.”

“What about this little guy?” Amber asked, gesturing toward the floating saucer. It perked up and made a quiet laughing sound when she noticed it.

“Oh, Sinistea? It’s a Pokémon native to Galar – they love tea over there – and it’s a frankly very acquired taste, would you like some?”

Amber paused, looking the Sinistea down. “I- n-no, I’m good,” she smiled. “Pokémon don’t really like me, I don’t want to upset it.”

Roo frowned, cocking her head. “Really? Sinistea seems to like you quite a lot.” She opened her mouth to protest but the Sinistea made a humming purr and came to rest in her open hand after a moment, clinking its porcelain. “I think it wants you to try!”

“You said it’s an acquired taste?” Amber chuckled nervously, taking the handle. “It won’t be mad if I don’t like it?”

“Oh, few people do!” Roo laughed. “Even I barely like it sometimes. I honestly take mine with a nice hefty amount of sugar.”

Amber lifted it to her lips, taking a sip and… hm. It was fine. Nothing out of the ordinary. She wasn’t really sure what tea was supposed to taste like. Bitter, sure, but that seemed like par for the course.

“It’s not bad?” she smiled, setting it back down.

“Oh! I think Sinistea must really like you!” Roo grinned. Amber found herself blushing, handing the Pokémon back as it floated to rest on the girl’s shoulder. “Gosh, you made a friend today, huh?” The Sinistea gave a little tinkling laugh and Roo put her hands on her hips. “Well, I think I’ve got about all I need! Thank you for the help, Amber, want to help me check out?”

“Yeah, sure.” The experience was so… strange. Roo was sweet, and Sinistea seemed to get along with her, and… it was just nice.

Halfway through ringing up Roo’s items, it hit her like a truck. Her eyes went huge, everything clicking into place, holding up a slotted spoon and pointing it at Roo. “You want me,” she blurted out, before going bright red. “N-no. Wait, that’s not what I meant to say-“

Roo laughed hard, head tilting back and wiping tears from her eyes. “Goodness, Amber! I mean, not the most forward I’ve ever heard, but definitely bold!”

“N-no!” Amber replied, shaking her hands. “I just mean-! Y-you, um! You don’t hate me!”

Roo’s eyebrows went up. “My we’re going on a real journey with this conversation.”

“It’s just-“ She groaned, rubbing her eyes. “You don’t hate me. And Sinistea doesn’t hate me.”

“I would say that’s accurate, yes,” Roo smiled, gently petting at Sinitea’s saucer with one finger. “We both think you’re very pleasant.”

“That’s- that’s crazy,” Amber breathed, running her fingers through her hair. “I mean. I guess it’s not that crazy, especially for you, but… wow. Fuck.”

“I feel like I’m missing something,” Roo chuckled.

“Amber!” She winced at the loud bark, turning to see a manager approaching with a far wider smile than normal. “We’ll finish checking this young lady out. Why don’t you go into the break room so we can have a chat?”

She felt her heart drop. Fuck. “Hey,” Roo said, smiling and passing her a scrap of paper. “Here’s my number. Not that I ‘want you’, but you seem to be going through a lot. We can talk over more tea.”

“Y-yeah,” Amber sighed miserably, taking the paper. “See you around, Roo.”

She shuffled off to the break room, ready to take her lumps. It was about as bad as she expected – a series of being late due to the walk and a run of various customers and Pokémon leaving bad reviews had accrued just enough marks to put her over the edge, and “regretfully” they had to let her go. She turned in her apron and stepped out of the store and into the world. It felt… different, somehow. Changed. Whatever the bizarre stone was had worked. People didn’t hate her. She was… accepted. Her curse had lifted.

She headed back out of town, taking the same seat she had yesterday. This time, the Caterpie that passed by rubbed against her hand, the Pidgey came closer to examine her. People waved and smiled from the street as they passed into town. She was so overwhelmed she could almost cry.

The trees behind her rustled, and a pair of eyes peered back at her.

“Oh, uh, hey,” she smiled. “You’re not, uh, like a big scary Ursaring are you?” Instead, the curious face of a Furret poked out, paws gently padding across the grass. “Hey little guy,” she chuckled. It was ruffled strangely, and panting. For a second, she considered taking it to the Pokémon center and then- “Oh-!”

Poor thing. She’d taken the requisite breeding classes and went up to the advanced classes, hoping she could fall back on that barring her poor battle technique in being a trainer. She knew what it was like when a Pokémon was in heat. And this poor thing had it bad.

“Furr…” it whimpered, padding closer.

“Oh, no, little guy, you should be looking for a girl Furret,” she frowned, scanning the treeline. It kept coming closer, eventually whimpering and looking up at her, pawing at her hand. She went red, scooting back toward the foliage, the tall grass keeping her from being seen easily by passerby. One thing that they taught very early on was that trainers and Pokémon have strong bonds, and sometimes you have to help Pokémon out. There were limits, of course, but by and large, most Pokémon were knowledgeable enough to know what they were doing. “Humanlike intelligence”, some Pokémon professors called it. Not quite human, but humanlike.

She and Charmander had both made the attempt once, but it didn’t work well for either of them, it was clumsy and awkward, and both decided not to do it again. That was the one and only time she’d ever tried to touch a Pokémon. Until, well…

“Furr…?” it whined.

“Okay, just…” she huffed, holding out here hand. “C’mere. Just… make it fast.” It purred and chirped, climbing into her palm. Beneath the thing’s furry body, she could feel the long, thick shaft in her hand, a small knot at the base. It whimpered and chirped, rutting into her hand, slick with juices as it panted and whined. The thing was large, coming up to about her hip, and its cock was… reasonably sized, as far as she was aware. At least, comparing it to videos she’d watched online. She felt a bit of a heat in her chest that she bit down on hard, pushing it down as the thing humped and rutted and whimpered and eventually.

“Furret!” it whined, cum shooting over her side and the ground.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, wincing as she finished it off with her hand before looking to the mess she’d made. “Shit. Buddy, you got me all dirty, I’m gonna have to walk home like-“

She froze. There were more eyes in the woods now. Dozens of eyes. She wracked her brain for trainer school knowledge – were Sentret and Furret heats by the individual, or was it an entire pack thing?

Amber shakily got to her feet, the Furret purring and rubbing against her leg. “I, uh, really gotta go,” she grimaced, starting for town at a jog. She heard a cacophony of cries and chitters, but didn’t look back, and it didn’t seem like they were following her. She didn’t stop or turn around until she’d made her way to her apartment, slamming the door shut behind her.

As she slumped against it, the words began to form in her head. “I want to be wanted”. “Oh Arceus fuck,” she groaned, banging a fist to her temple. “You fucking moron.” She’d have to find another one of those weird rocks. She’d have to… she didn’t know. Make a reverse wish? Was that how it worked? Even though… She squirmed. Part of the attention was… nice. Maybe not jerking off Furrets in heat in the woods, but Roo and her Sinistea, and the people that wanted to be near her…

She picked up her phone, fishing in her pocket for the scrap of paper. “Hey, Roo. Do you, uh, wanna do that tea?”

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 “A wishing stone,” Roo hummed, sipping her tea. “Fascinating.”

“Or, I dunno, I guess that’s the best way to describe it,” Amber huffed, waving a hand. On a napkin she’d scrawled a picture of it, and it sat between the two as they enjoyed a cup of tea at the Department Store, much as she was loathe to come back to her former place of work within a few hours of being fired. “And you’ve never heard anything like it?”

“Oh no, not a clue!” Roo laughed. “That’s kind of exciting. I wouldn’t say I’m the world’s foremost archaeologist, but I like to keep up to date on strange goings-on. And this is a very strange goings-on.” She tapped a pencil to her lip, humming. “So humans and Pokémon are finding themselves attracted to you now that you’ve made your wish.”

“Y-yeah.” She paused. “Are, um. Are you…?”

Roo laughed softly, shaking her head. “No more than I would normally be, no. You’re not quite my type, you’ve got the whole…” She gestured to her. “Frumpy sort of shut-in vibe. No offense.”

She snorted. “Sure.”

“You’re cute, but I’m not about to throw the table aside to jump your bones or anything, no. And Sinistea here doesn’t seem to be madly in love with you either. Just the run of the mill good first impression.”

“Sinis!” it agreed with a gentle bounce.

“I wonder how much of your new condition is psychosomatic… Thinking you’re going to be wanted, and so you’re able to interact more freely… or perhaps your interacting better is a part of the wish, hmm…”

“What do you think I should do?” Amber sighed. “Should I reverse it?”

“What are you feeling right now?” Roo asked, pointing the pencil at her. “Gut instinct. Would you give it up?”

“N-no,” she stammered. “Or… maybe? I don’t know.” She groaned, pulling at her hair. “I dunno! I just got fired from my job and I don’t know where I’m going or what I’m doing and now I’ve got some weird fucking wish? Thing? Going on? It’s a lot to process, Roo.”

She nodded and hummed, taking a pensive tip from Sinistea, and making a light face. “I think you ought to think on it,” Roo finally said confidently. “There may be facets of the wish you don’t know about. Perhaps it’s more positive or negative than you know, and you can’t know it shut in that apartment of yours all the time.”

“Yeah, but I just got fired,” Amber grimaced. “Not really much to do other than job hunt I guess.”

Roo grinned mischievously. “That’s not entirely true. There is one other option.”

“I don’t like where this is going.”

“Well, I’m headed out of Goldenrod soon to work on my tea-dex, and you need a change of pace, and there are a solid handful of trainers that pass through here from Kanto or abroad, and I think it would be quite easy for us to find someone who’d be willing to escort us and keep all of the big nasty Pokémon away as we… maybe traveled Johto?”

“What, by foot?” Amber laughed. “Like…?”

“Like a trainer, yes,” Roo hummed, sipping her tea. “You did go to trainer school, yes?”

Amber blushed furiously, looking away. “Yeah. Flunked out, like, year three. Was a whole mess.”

“And that was because you couldn’t bond with Pokémon?”

She paused. “W-well… yeah-?”

“And you wanted to be a trainer, and wished you could bond with Pokémon?”

“Roo, this is a lot,” Amber groaned. “We’d need… like, camping supplies and a whole itinerary and money for food and-”

“Leave that to me!” Roo smiled. “I know my way around the trainers that pass through here, I’ve got more than a few connections. All you’d have to do is travel with us as a specialist on both technical specs and…” She chuckled behind her hand. “And Pokémon breeding.”

Amber went darker red. “That wasn’t my fault-!”

“I know, I know!” Roo laughed. “It’s alright, really.” Her expression fell more serious. “Honestly, though, Amber. I’d really love to have you along. If you ever feel out of place, you can always get a ride back, I’m sure we could find someone willing to fly you home.”

She fidgeted, huffing and groaning. “I’ll… think about it.”

Roo smiled, nodding. “Tomorrow morning, meet me at the gatehouse to Route 35. If you don’t show up by noon, I’ll assume you don’t want to come. How does that sound?”

Amber groaned, letting her head fall to the table as Roo laughed.

“I’ve got the tea covered, see you tomorrow!”

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Amber stared at herself in the mirror for a long while. She studied every strand of blue hair, every minute detail of her purple eyes above deep, bruise-like bags, every pore of her face. She’d seen herself a million times, why did it feel so… different now? Did the wish affect how she saw herself, too?

She saw… a once prospective trainer. Someone who wanted to connect to Pokémon, who truly loved them, and fell off hard when the going went rough. She saw someone who couldn’t connect to anyone, human or Pokémon, for years. Her parents said she’d grow out of it. The people at school didn’t like her very much. Teachers pitied her. She saw a woman who couldn’t hold down a consistent job for more than a year or two at a time. She saw… no. She didn’t see that person anymore.

She saw someone who’d made a friend.

She saw someone who’d talked to Pokémon, who’d had a Caterpie crawl across her hand. A few days ago, she would’ve seen someone who would’ve closed and locked the door and went back to sleep after scrolling her feed for hours. Maybe she was still that person, maybe she would always just be a shut-in. What was she expecting, to just get out there and make an impact? Make friends? Meet Pokémon and people with a smile and just… get along?

She winced, and with a start, she realized she’d been waiting for water to drip from the ceiling. It wasn’t leaking anymore.

She grabbed her bag, stuffed it full of clothes and her phone and sprinted out the door, taking the steps two at a time. She’d wasted so much time trying to figure out what she wanted to do that she missed the deadline – it was past noon now, by about fifteen minutes, and if she ran fast as hell she could maybe catch them down Route 35 before-

She skidded to a stop as Roo laughed, waving her down.

“Told you she’d make it,” Roo smiled. The redheaded boy beside her gave a scoff, rolling his eyes. “Amber, this is Kai; Kai, Amber.”

“Yeah, nice to meet you,” Amber smiled, holding her hand out. Kai rolled his eyes and turned toward Route 35.

“She doesn’t look like an expert trainer, Ms. Ebos,” Kai grumbled.

“Roo, please,” she urged. “And I promise, Amber knows a lot about Pokémon! She studied for years in trainer school and she can land you that acceptance no problem.”

He turned, red-faced, but didn’t say anything, huffing and folding his arms. “Fine. Welcome onboard, Amber. Did Ms- did Roo explain the journey?”

“Nope.”

“Splendid. Well, in order for my father to give me the money I need for trainer school, he wants me to have passed the Johto gym circuit. We’re heading up toward Violet City, they have the Johto league headquarters there, as well as the first gym.”

“Wait, your dad wants you to the gym circuit first?” Amber balked. “That’s so backward, most of the trainers I studied with weren’t even CONSIDERING the gym circuit until way after graduation-”

“I am a Locke,” he scowled. “We do not do half measures. I will finish the Johto gym circuit, and prove that I am ready for a prestigious trainer academy, like my older brothers-”

“Okay, okay!” Amber said, throwing her hands up. “Yeesh. Didn’t know it was such a touchy subject.”

He glared at her for a moment before turning back to the road.

“Awesome, so we’re all in agreement,” Roo smiled, clapping her hands. “I think this is going to be a wonderful adventure!”  

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Also, included are what Amber, Roo, and Kai look like!

[deuxide]

hello! i hope you're doing well ^_^ i just wanna ask about your favorite headcanon of rus, cana and ame (if you're up for it, no pressure, i wanna see what kumajirou looks like in your style)

i like your art! don't mind me if you see me liking your posts hehe

Hello (^_^) thank you... Your art is very beautiful I'm honoured... Sorry if this is kinda late(?) my brain works best when it's the middle of the night. I wrote this in my notes at like 3am...

My headcanons are really messy and subject to change so keep that in mind 🙏 Gonna put them under a read more cause they're pretty long and I rambled on and on.. Got carried away sorry!! Also it's kind of cringe at some points but that's okay. To be cringe is to be free.

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Rus: My beloved... He's cute, yes, but also very creepy. (I love a creepy rus) I see him as this character that's always looming over everyone, always watching... He likes how docile and obedient Cana is, and with Ame... well... He likes the challenge.

He likes the arts... And I believe he's an incredible poet and dancer. I like to think that Rus spends his free time writing hauntingly beautiful poetry in a journal of his since there are a lot of beautifully written Russian literature... That journal could also probably work as his diary too because why not. He also does ballet and figure skating, and Ame probably calls him gay for it, this irks Rus but that's okay. He'll rip the tongue out of that American's loud mouth one day. He just has to be patient. (that last part is cringe but my rusame brain told me to write it)

For music I think he'd like classical (tchaikovsky) and metal. I also think he'd visit old abandoned buildings just to see the ruins. Maybe even appreciate the architecture? He finds beauty in the decay.

His relationship with Ame is a game of chess (Rus loves chess, so he loves whatever he has going on with Ame), each move calculated, each interaction charged with unspoken tension (they never reveal their love for eachother... the only time that would happen is probably in life-or-death situations but with their immortality that's practically impossible – actually you know what?? Scratch that. No confessions... Unless drunk or under the influence of something maybe.) With Cana, it's more like a delicate dance, appreciating his gentleness but always aware of the fragile nature of their bond – he's aware that cana and him are only really bound together through Ame.

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Cana: Neglected boy (eng and fra both coddled Ame more) ... Envious of Ame but still loves him – he's frustrated. He knows so much about Ame but Ame knows nothing about him. Ame doesn't care enough to bother learning about him. It's unfair. I believe he actually has Kumajirou for comfort... But even his pet bear doesn't remember him (to be fair, he doesn't remember Kumajirou's name either.)

For music taste, I think he'd like shoegaze actually... it's calm yet messy-ish and it matches well with his vibe. (Totally not just projecting my music taste onto him)

He dislikes being in the shadow of his brother but he does appreciate his brother sticking up for him. Doing all the talking for him. He doesn't like new people usually. They never understand. (Never understand his freak.. yes Cana has a hidden freak to me.)

He genuinely gets along with rus. They're more similar than they initially thought after all. I mean they're both shy (to a point), both live in cold climates, both have weird relationships with ame... And both are connected through Ame... Rus and Cana both recognize that they are intrinsically tied together only through Ame.

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Ame: Insufferable (put him in the eternal torture chamber!) Even so, Rus and Cana are still drawn to him like moths to a flame. Type of guy to test the limits of his immortal body... I wish Hima did more with their immortality because that is such an interesting subject. Probably has more DUIs than you can count. Has crashed a plane on purpose. No way you can be the United States of America and not end up crazy.

For the Cold War... Ame was genuinely disappointed when the USSR fell, he was like "well... what now...??" Because for several decades he had a villain to match his hero... But now that Rus fell off... what now? He misses the thrill and rush of it (he's a thrill-seeker... Type 3 fun typa guy). Also, he knew nothing would actually happen anyhow because of M.A.D (Mutually Assured Destruction) no one would actually drop bombs.. right? (they had a few close calls). Maybe the cold war was just one big edging session... (Lmfao sorry had to say it)

Okay adding to the above thing but the paragraph got too long for me. Another reason why Ame thrived in the cold war is that Rus had his singular attention on him. Just him. He loved that. He loved having all of someone's attention. He can't help it. He's just a girl! 🎀 (Kinda yandere-ish vibes but I fw yandere ideas so... Actually all 3 of them could be yandere in the right mindset.)

To me, Ame is the kind of person who thrives on adrenaline, always seeking the next big rush – he's also a huge sucker for attention. That's why he does the crazy things he does. For attention. After all, what is he without attention?

With Cana, well this is a me thing but I like to think that Ame is actually quite clingy with his brother.. He's one of the only people Ame allows to touch him.. Ame's not a very touchy person. Ame does crave genuine connections and Cana is one of the few that can offer that. They're each other's one and only brother after all. That has to mean something.

His relationship with Cana? Complicated... They seem good from the outside but Ame barely knows anything about his brother. Cana could say a million things about Ame but Ame could only respond with maybe a few hundred or so things about Cana – heck, maybe even that would be stretching it. Although, Ame does care for his brother in his own way, truly.

Last little thing I'd like to add: Ame has a collection of vintage stuff. I don't know why. Vintage things just scream American to me. Like old comic books..

[tobiospoiltmilk]

I love you, I’m sorry.

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summary. in which megumi could not handle avoiding you anymore. apologizing to you by letter, given he could not face you in such circumstances. could this also be an accidental confession?

cw(?). sfw, swearing, !megumi x !femreader, mentions of tsumiki, gojo and your !sister, slight angst, fluff, not proofread, terrible capitalization, reminiscing, reciprocal feelings, childhood friends, mutual pining, things not being casual, lyric/title name mentions (i love you, im sorry, casual, kaleidoscope.), basically megumi is so in love with reader his heart hurts and yearns for her

a/n. omg guys i love this so much agdydhdhsj… very first post so i hope this does well! might consider releasing pt. 2 if it does -sob-

Dear Y/n,

It’s me, Megumi. And before you decide to throw this thing out, or whatever it’s supposed to be… hear me out. Please. I know I haven’t been the greatest to you these past weeks. i’ve been a total jerk, and i’m guessing it really wasn’t a secret now, was it? Yeah… whatever, anyways. I guess i’d like to tell you that i’m sorry. I really, truly am… and i know i don’t seem the type to apologize, but i guess when it comes to you, apologies come easy. Because you deserve every damn apology in the world, and if i had one wish given to me, I wouldn’t… hesitate to use it on you. I don’t know what i’d wish for, but i do know that no matter what, it would always regard to you. When it comes to you, I’m selfish, i guess…? Please don’t make fun of me. i’m only trying to make things right. Not that i should have a say in that right now… because I know i’ve hurt you deeply, i don’t deserve your forgiveness nor your kindness, but yet, some part in my heart believes that you’ll forgive me anyway. No matter what shit, twisted way i had caused pain in your precious life.

Remember when we first met? We were both as tiny as we would ever be in our lives— so pure, (not really applying to me.) You were taking one of those daily afternoon naps like usual, and unbeknownst to you, a tiny me would be lounging around in your own family’s estate— with the exception of a loud and rowdy Gojo speaking to your sister, of course. I remember when you finally woke up, and i got to see that glass face of yours for the first time. you were 8, i was 7. Yet you looked so beautiful with that droopy and puffy post-afternoon nap face of yours. We played til’ evening in the courtyard that very same day. It’s not like you forced me to play dolls with you, i actually kind of enjoyed it… only because you were my playmate. i just wish Tsumiki would’ve been there when Gojo first took me in from those dreading streets. Yes, i was a grumpy little toddler with somehow the ability to summon a specific arrangement of creatures, you never questioned anything about it. An 8 year old like you, and a 7 year old like me, should have no reason to know anything about curses or techniques at our age. it was so cruel, and although you were older than me by a year, i still felt the need to protect every fibre and aspect of your existence. An existence i hold very dear to my heart, every damn night.

Remember our middle school days? Yes, where my grumpiness piqued at an all time high, a burning flame that threatened to burst if not carefully dealt with. I was considered a delinquent— no, i was a delinquent. It’s no use trying to defend that title, anyway. I beat up kids left and right, totally abused my gifted strength to terrorize other bullies and jerks who were entitled to popularity. Hey, atleast i only went after the bad people, haha? Nonetheless, you never considered me a bully, or a bad person. That sweet, little mind of yours thought that little 12 year old me could never do anything wrong. Yet you know every action i did proved you so wrong. You watched from afar as i would beat up several kids above grades older than me at once in an old, abandoned baseball field. A small smile on your face, sat prettily on a bench with your friends while happily eating away at your bento your sister made for you every day for school. And during recess, while i was being the usual grumpy jerk that i was, you’d somehow find away to cheer me up. One day, when things got so bad i almost lashed out on Tsumiki, you were there to comfort me. Your small little hands wrapped around my arm, rambling on about how your day went as if being this close of a proximity was casual in anyway. It immediately snapped me out of whatever bullshit show i was about to put on against Tsumiki’s teasing. Part of me hoped—no, wished the way you were with me wasn’t casual, was it casual?—

—You and Tsumiki were the bestest of friends, given you both were the same age. I loved seeing you bond together, even if i never made an effort to show my appreciation. In conclusion… i was never really necessarily a good person in my life, but during the years you were gone— two years, i’ve managed to learn how to calm down the raging fire burning within my heart. i would think about you and Tsumiki when things would get tough. Whether it be controlling my emotions, or when i’m somehow losing a battle against a curse a slight grade level above me. I always won, thoughts filled with the both of you. Minus the injuries. The most important people in my life. Someday i’ll be able to thank you for your help, and in another life, Tsumiki.

Those days you were absent from my life, i spent reminiscing our greatest memories. Not one memory have i forgotten that the two of us shared. And the one that stuck the most in my head, was the one spent at the hospital when we were 9 and 10, waiting outside the comatose room where your dearest sister lay. You were crying into your small little arms, wailing and mourning for your sister’s comfort yet you knew she wouldn’t be available right now. All you wanted was for her to wake up, why wasn’t she waking up? Your 10 year old brain asked yourself. I watched as you wept from the chair beside you, peeking to see those glossy tears falling from those God-gifted eyes of yours from under your wrapped arms, hugging your small frame. My heart ached so much for you, i swear i was going through heart murmurs at that moment. Little 9 year old me had no idea how to comfort someone… because i was never really familiar with comfort to begin with. The only solution that appeared in my young mind… was to share my red bean stuffed panda bun with you. And so that’s exactly what i did. My small, yet experienced hands immediately got to work, reaching into my little side bag to search for the familiar wrapping on mind. Once in my grasp, i carefully tore the packaging, revealing a wonky, yet delicious red bean stuffed panda bun still warm and ready to eat. Yet instead of stuffing it inside my small little stomach in 4 bites, i tore it in half, not the most symmetrical halves, but it still did the job. And with that, i reached out to give a little tap on your bony shoulder, snapping you out of your sobs as you turned to me with puffy, red cheeks stained with raw tears. I proceeded to (nonchalantly) hand you the other half of my red bean stuffed panda bun— I gave you the bigger side, of course. You deserved it more than anything. Oh the butterflies i felt in my jittery stomach when i finally saw that sad face of yours light up in appreciation and excitement. Especially when your precious smile was caused by little ol’ me. It was safe to say, that we both happily indulged in our savoury snack that day. Not to forget, I also remember Gojo taking us out for ice cream the same day. I wasn’t proud that it cheered you up more than my attempt, but as long as you’re happy, i guess.

When I saw you the first time in 2 years at the Sister School Games Event, i swore my heart stopped beating in 3 exact intervals. I saw a kaleidoscope of bursting colours grow within my blurry vision as i tried fathom if it was really you or not, but that radiant aura of yours that you carry was so igniting, i knew i wasn’t mistaken. It was you, you, you, you. Where did you go, and why did you leave me with no closure? I know i have no place to say whether i’m mad at you or not— in fact, i was more mad at myself than i was at you. I was mad at myself for letting you go so easily, without even trying to reach out to you when your clan sent you away to become a sorcerer at Kyoto Jujutsu Tech. Who were you to leave me behind for so long, only to come back happy as ever, like nothing ever happened? Not that i’m… complaining, obviously…— After those 2 years, you had become even stronger than you were before. Stronger than me, in all honesty. It was hard to admit the fact you were a higher grade level than i was at first, but i’m happy for you regardless. I remember those days when i was the one to protect you from mosquitoes and critters hungry for your precious, sweet blood whenever we’d play outside in your courtyard. 7 year old me, and 8 year old you, were practically inseparable. You loved my divine dogs so much, some days i’d think you only hung out with me to chase them around with mud all over your clothes. You always assured me that you ‘loved’ me more though, if that was casual. I don’t know.

Now… back to what i was saying at the start.

I love you, and I’m sorry.

-To my dearest Y/n L/n.

From Megumi Fushiguro.

a/n. LET ME KNOW IF U ENJOYED IT ?? 😔

and once again, i might consider releasing pt.2 of reader responding/reacting to the letter! who knows, maybe you’ll even spill out some confessions… wink wink.

[greenbunny7]

How to accidentally kill a god, for the wip asks?

It's a oneshot I wrote in the middle of the night when I was dead sick

How to Accidentally Kill a God

Fiddleford was in a room in the museum (that everyone seemed to forget existed) punching letters of a name into the memory gun

Fiddleford hesitated for a second. Was he really going to go through with this? Yes. it's too late for second-guessing. Besides, he had already made up his mind to pull the trigger

He finished typing in the name and held the bulb of the memory gun up to his head, but before he had the chance, Fiddleford heard it echoing through the empty halls of the museum

that oh so familiar but strange voice, from that oh so familiar yet strange man

But something was very, very wrong, the voice was laughing, a high-pitched shrill laugh that made Fiddleford's head throb

He was right across the room. When did he get there? Fiddleford supposed It only made sense that he'd be here at the end

But this wasn't Fiddleford's used to be friend, or whatever he wanted to call him.

This was something else

The gaze staring at him from across the room wasn't Stanford's soft brown eyes. No, these eyes were glowing a putrid radioactive shade of yellow

These were the eyes of a monster

"You look terrible specs," the thing forced out of his once friend's month

A million thoughts raced through Fiddleford head, what had happened to Ford since they last parted ways? Why was it puppeteering Ford's body? Why did it have...so many bandages...

He could see something too dark to be tears running down one of the monster's cheeks

"How did you find me?" Fiddleford spat out

"Oh, you're not nearly as unseen as you'd like to believe, I have eyes everywhere. "

It lurched and contorted a bit closer,

Fiddleford backed away, not wanting that thing to get too close. "Wh what do you want?" he said with a shaky voice

"figured I'd drop by cause Mr. IQ over here has had you on the mind recently." it spoke in its stolen voice."And all tho I'd never admit it to him, I'm running out of ideas! Yet he still stubbornly refuses to comply. so I think it's time for some, drastic measures”

It was unexpectedly fast for something possessing Ford. (who had never run a day in his life) In an instant, it closed the gap between it and Fiddleford

Fiddleford panicked, adrenaline kicking in. Before he even knew what happened, there was a blue flash of light, and Ford's body fell to the floor like a puppet whose strings had been cut off

There was no way of knowing what would happen to someone who had their own name erased

I never got the dialogue to a place I was happy with, so I never posted it (still not happy with it, but oh well)

[yupokaysuremhm]

Mentioned that I'm a fan (albeit a quiet one) of transfem Mike(s) Walters on another post and got this in response

so my trans woman Mike Walters thoughts:

1. In my experience, friend groups with one trans person very rarely have only one person.

Anne and Mike became friends in college when Anne had just started transitioning (ep 69).

Even though they were in the same dorm room in freshman year, there's a reason why people gravitate towards one another. (My freshman year roommate and I will never speak to one another again. Just being roommates doesn't make you friends.)

If you're trans and you see another trans person in a new place where you don't know anyone, you go talk to the other trans person.

In my mind, mike had already transitioned - possibly years ago. There's no friendship quite like that between the seasoned and newly transitioned trans friends. I've been on both sides of this. One of my transmasc friends looked at my very unshaven legs in 11th grade the first time the weather allowed for shorts (something I was explicitly bullied for and therefore mildly insecure about), said it gave him gender envy, and I will be chasing that high for the rest of my life.

I want this for mike and anne, bringing one another up when they're nervous/insecure/unsure about some part of their transition.

2. Middle aged identity crisis

Following Edgar's death, the grief turned michael into a cowboy (ep 114). Grief looks different for everyone but it often involves some kind of massive life change. Michael was also around 40 when this happened: the perfect age for a mid-life crisis and another cause for huge life changes.

She's not gonna change her gender again, it took long enough to become who she is. But edgar liked cow[girl]s and so she'll become a cowgirl, as a way of keeping edgar with her and making a change of her own control that feels big enough to counter the lack of control from edgar's premature death (babe) (ep 84).

She transitioned once, doing it a second time (into a cowgirl) is a walk in the park.

(Also open to the idea that this is when the mikes realize they're women - edgar's death acts as a catalyst and michael goes from, well, the Mike that we know and love and into the Cowgirl Michael that I know and love in my head. Sometimes it's easier to transition if you go big or go home, and Michael can't go home anymore now that edgar's passed. This also tracks with michael being so nonchalant about breaking the rules and doing whatever she wants - transitioning can be one hell of a confidence boost)

See also: Michael wore fishnets for Rocky Horror movies with michael (ep 100). I'll let that speak for itself.

3. Fun little things to think about (under the cut in the interest of post length)

Mike and Michael moving in to the riga apartment together was the first time two mikes were living with one another for extended periods. This sounds like the trans dream to me. You have a second version of you that you can bounce ideas off of and ask about outfits and try hairstyles on and see how the world perceives you. The mikes absolutely do not seem the type to be put together enough to do makeup or preen over appearance but this is my headcanon, goddammit. anyways

Mike sitting michael down to braid her hair during movie nights.

Michael donating the clothes she no longer wears (on account of becoming a cowgirl) to Mike, who now has a massive collection of vaguely in and out of style clothing to choose from and has no idea what to do with - mike says in 82 that he comes home from a thrift shop with 2 shirts that make him look like a slob and that he only wears on laundry day. I'd love to think that Michael threw herself into figuring out how to layer that shirt or what belt matches which skirt and now has a plethora of knowledge about how to dress yourself specifically tailored to the body type of the mikes. What I'm getting at is michael as a sort of queer eye esque* stylist for mike. *note: all of my knowledge of this show comes from tumblr

MW has polished nails and you cannot convince me otherwise. This isn't even necessarily trans, I will choose to believe it canon until explicitly stated otherwise. But I adore the idea that MW got really into fancy nails as a hobby she picked up while living out her best life in OVER with edgar, and after she went from being many mikeys to one MW she didn't stop. The other mikes are wary at first but it really grows on them (or, better, they really really like it but are too nervous to request anything from this new mike) until of them sits down with MW as she's trying out a new design in her room and asks if MW can do hers as well. Which becomes a big important "breaking this new iteration out of her shell and getting her to put down her walls" weekly activity in riga activity.

Now I'm thinking about mdawg and mw doing their nails together because you know they would the minute they could spend a free day together

!! What if (the) OverMike(s) start transitioning at OVER because overmike and ovedgar finally have the time to live and being relatively stress free for the first time in so long with Good Influence Edgar gives mike the space to do some real introspection and realize that she does really like being in charge of her own life and she does think a little bit of eyeliner looks nice and the weight she put on when she started working at over the first time made her chest grow a little and hey, she really likes how that looks and it's not a crime to want more of it. It's an extra slap in the face when base grows more and more distant because how could you not notice that overmike was becoming a girl while you weren't looking? If one mike had that realization, what does that mean for the other mikes?

Its 3am and I've been thinking about this for over an hour. More thoughts tomorrow if anyone wants to hear them <3

[arabaka-archived]

hi i love your laios posts 🫶 how do you think he would react to reader's pregnancy cravings?

omg tank youuuuu <3

and um, are you kidding me?! (/pos) he's the KING of meeting your every craving.

in fact, i'd say it was just one of the many things he was most excited for when you discovered you were pregnant. he made that known too, asking you if you had any cravings because honestly? he's down to try whatever your hormones cause you to desire.

laios will learn how to cook anything and everything you like or want. he's the type of guy to rush in the middle of the night to get whatever it is you're fiending for, even if it's 3 AM and he's dead tired too.

omg, he probably keeps track of your cravings too, in a journal that will totally go into your memory box you've been keeping during your pregnancy...

[shysuccubusstuff]

yandere! diluc pt. 1

Content: dubcon/noncon, stalker behaviour, yandere, syringe, manhandling, kidnap, foul language.

Note: Yeah I know I have a pt. 2 left but i'm so so dry bc of exams and stress so I just wanted to post stuff I like without (trying) to think too much, as always, non-proof reader.

Credits to anitelenia for the lovely divider.

It had been a few days since you started to realize it.

You mostly noticed it when you were alone, walking quietly to your house after your night shift. You had just left the flower shop, trying to walk as fast as possible, just thinking about your warm and soft bed. You were far too deep in your fantasies when you finally stumbled upon someone. Your forehead bumped against something stiff, you could say that it was even hard. Just as you were about to apologize a deep voice talked:

"I'm sorry... I really wasn't looking, are you ok?" Deep blazing eyes encountered with yours, his eyes shining as wild flames despite the cold light of the moon. His hair was swaying, making his face look even more charming, how come you had never seen someone as beautiful as him around? You were dazzed for a moment, your lips almost forming a small circle, luckily, you were fast enough to realize it, finally being able to snap out of it.

"Oh, no, it's my fault, it's kinda dark today so yeah... I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings, I'm sorry..." As soon as you babbled your poor excuses, the man laughted softly, his eyes forming small crescent moons.

"Diluc, just call me by my name." You nodded, a bit stranged cause, who would simply give their name to some stranger found in the middle of the night?

"Oh, nice to meet you sir Diluc, I gotta go, see you around!" You left without losing more time, after all, your dear bed was waiting all alone for you. If only you had pay a bit more attention to whatever that man was saying before leaving...

"I'm sure we will meet much more often from now on, dear." Without saying nothing else, Diluc left, walking back to the wineyard and starting to plan how would he be able to make you let down your walls.

A few months had passed, and just as he had foresaw, both of you had suddenly became the soon-to-be couple in Mondstadt. Everytime people saw you around, his eyes started to share furtive glances, their hands making small gestures in a comedic way. Even despite Diluc acted as if he was unaware, he knew it. After all, those rumors had been planned by him. He helped you with even small stuff, always getting up and bringing you your drink, paying when he invited you to have lunch or diner, always as "friends" of course, definitely not because he was already thinking about the ring to ask you to marry him... He also waited for you after work, always bringing you small bouquetes of flowers that he had "found" around while he was doing small quests (he was actually buying them, then making the bouquet with your favourite flowers).

He had already written down all your favourite places, foods, flowers, colours, the type of clothes that you liked, your most hated food, your fears, the name of your first pet... the list could go on for hours. Cause if he didn't know all that information, could he even call himself your boyfriend?

He also had a "small" compilation of sneak pics he had taken of you, the photos were laying around his room, some were hanged in frames, others were hidden in boxes, the rest were used for his shrine in progress.

Of course, when he finally confessed his feelings, he was 100% sure you would fall in love with him, he had done everything you had told him you liked in a man! So when your face changed, your eyes suddenly losing that loving spark, his world almost crashed completely. You tried to explain it to him, it was not the first time a man who you had considered a friend had confessed to you, so you were a bit dissappointed... did that mean that you had approached her with that intention since the beginning? You didn't know what to think, so you asked him for some time, just enough for you to think deep about it. Before you knew it, his hand was already way too close to your neck, a small zap being sent all through your body and causing you to fall against his arms.

When you finally woke up, you were in his room, the fire was crackling, almost making it feel way too... cozy, almost as if you were at "home". What happened? Just as you were about to move from the bed, you noticed something. There was a chain tied to your ankle, tying you to the bed, your clothes had been changed to a soft nightgown, somehow perfectly fitting your body, what the hell had happened?

You were about to scream, when the door opened, his crimson hair swaying just like the first night you had met. He was carrying a small tray, some grapes and other fruits were on top of it. As soon as he noticed you were awake, his lips curved up, his eyes shining with pure devotion.

"Darling! I'm sorry, it seems the thing I created had a little misscalculation..." Diluc apologized, leaving the tray in his desk.

"Are you ok? Do you feel any type of pain? It would kill me to know that I have hurt you..." His hands moved towards you, although as soon as he saw you flintch his hands stopped, his face looking as hurt as if he was the one that had been chained. He suddenly got up from the bed, once again heading towards his desk and taking something from one of the drawers. He got close to you, and despite your failed attempts of squirming away from his touch, it was all in vain as soon as you felt a pulsing pain, almost as if you had been pricked with a needle. The blood that was supposed to keep you on edge was suddenly towards your lower half. What was happening?

As soon as he had used that strange needle, your whole body had went soft, almost limp. did he inject something inside of you? Before you were able to complain anything about it, your brain felt as if it had turned into mush, your brain feeling too fuzzy to think.

"What... what was that?" Diluc eyes' glistened, looking a bit too proud of his work.

"Just some potion to help ease your mind, you looked too... stressed before, but now you look just like a pretty little doll, darling. Did you like the nightgown I bought? I knew it would suit you, but I didn't think it would make you look even prettier!" His hands went through your soft hair, his hands feeling a bit too... hot, maybe it was actually your body the one that was melting?

"Diluc, you need to let me go... I... We can talk about all of this... I promise I won't say it to the knights of Favonius..." You tried to hard to form a cohesive sentence, but Diluc's face switched, his calm face turning into a grin.

"Oh sweet heart, you are almost as naive as beautiful. Do you truly think that those... pesky little knights can harm me in anyway?" Diluc's gaze darkened, his eyes drifting through your whole body. "I'm sorry for having to take this...solution, but you were getting a bit too... close, you know?" Diluc sat down at your side, his hand moving your head a little, just enough for your head to rest on his shoulder. "Just being close to you makes me feel at peace, you know?" His body shifted a little, his calloused hand taking your hair out of your face. "I finally made up my mind after seeing you two that afternoon... that damned liar keeps trying to take what's mine." His hands moved, his fingertips drifted through your chest, pinching a bit your nipples, just enough to let a moan leave your mouth.

"That drug is still active, I guess..." He pushed you just a little, your body falling to the bed without much resistance. His frame on top of you, his soft hair sending shivers down your spine. His face lowered, his soft lips leaving kisses all through your neck, letting you whimper as much as you wanted. His hands were moving around, slowly touching your clothed cunt, treating you as if you were a delicate porcelain doll. "I can even see your pretty pussy, are you that excited to be touched?" You tried to complain, of course that was not the case! That damned syringe had done something to you, of course you were only able to make some complain noises.

"Uhm... to be honest that was just a muscle relaxant, it was just in case you tried to play some little tricks on me, I'm sorry for doubting you, honey. But I swear I will never do anything like it again, I just got a bit anxious." His hands got away from your lower half, going back up and starting to caress your face, kissing your pretty lips and making them all shiny.

"We can consume our love any other day, I've prepared plenty of stuff for us to do, sweet heart." Before you were able to complain, your eyes started to close, body too tired to even ask when would you be free.

[lottienatsgf]

˚✧ ˚♡˚ ✧˚ abby anderson date alphabet (pt1)

synopsis: one date with abby for each letter of the alphabet, filled with pure fluff and drabbles about each one.

a/n: this has been so much fun to write omg, but it’s taken a lotttt longer than i’d expected, so i’m posting part one now while i continue to write part two. this part contains letters A-L !!! i hope everyone likes it :-)

A = arcade

abby isn’t much of a video game / arcade game person, but once she gets into it, she gets into it. she can’t even decide which machine to go to first; she wants to try everything. you can’t help but giggle as you watch her excitedly bounce from game to game, winning a surprisingly large amount of tickets. some friendly competition arises between the two of you, as she -of course- wants to win, but she’d never let that cause her to act mean to you in any way. after testing out each game, she decides that her favorite is the boxing one, the one where you simply punch the machine to see who can hit it the hardest. she plays this one over and over again, loving to impress you with her strength. after combining all of you tickets, she lets you pick out whichever shitty arcade prizes you want, her face lighting up as she watches you pick out different types of candy and plushies.

B = beach

abby simply doesn’t understand why you’re packing so much in your bag for just a simple day trip to the beach, but she doesn’t complain. arriving at the sandy beach, you can’t help but stare at your beautiful girlfriend, dressed in a tight white tank top and swimming trunks. her hair is tied up loosely in her signature braid, blowing carelessly in the wind. your day on the beach begins! abby ends up being glad that you overpacked, and she happily uses up the sunscreen you brought. even still, the sun tints her cheeks a soft pink color, making her freckles stand out even more. you kiss each one of them before carefully rubbing another blob of sunscreen onto her face. abby prefers to stay in the sand under the umbrella instead of going into the water, but she gladly inspects all the seashells you show her, marveling over your eye for finding the best ones. you stay at the beach all day, soaking up the warmth and the salt air. at the end of the day, you sit together on the blanket, sandy legs intertwined as you watch the sun set over the ocean.

C = camping

abby is a WHORE for camping. she eats up every minute of it, loving the outdoor time and a chance to show off her strength while also spending quality time with the love of her life. she makes sure to do everything for you; carrying all the equipment, setting up the tent, starting the fire… absolutely everything. even with your rebuttal, it’s always, “relax, baby. i’ve got this.” she’s quick to comfort you if you express any fears of being in the middle of the woods at night or getting eaten alive by a bear, and she holds you close to her as the sun goes down. the two of you sit on the ground by the fire and make s’mores, and abby keeps giggling about how sticky her hands are getting from the marshmallows. once the nighttime air becomes cooler, she wraps her jacket around you, making sure you never become cold. you stay up all night with her by the fire, listening to her corny jokes, having deep conversations about the world, and stuffing yourselves full with s’mores. when you finally decide to go to sleep, she pulls you into her sleeping bag, insisting that it’s simply “to keep warm.” she holds you tight as you drift off to sleep, wrapped in her strong arms and lulled to sleep by the gentle beating of her heart and the crickets chirping outside the tent.

D = dinner and dessert

after a loooong day of working, abby wants to treat you to a nice little surprise. she watches as you get all dolled up, literal heart eyes as you apply makeup and style your hair. once you’re both ready, she takes you to a fancy dinner at your favorite restaurant. “pick out whatever you want,” she tells you. you glance at the menu, not wanting to spend her money. “are you sure?” “you deserve it. you spoil me so much, let me do the same now.” she insists. you order your favorite food, and you enjoy your meal together in the romantic candlelight. it takes you forever to finish your meal since the two of you can’t stop talking, discussing things going on in your lives. after dinner, she takes you out for dessert, bringing you to an adorable cafe with so many options to choose from. abby orders a coffee and a slice of cake, and you get your favorite sweet treat. she gushes over how beautiful you look and won’t stop staring at you to eat her dessert. finally, you both finish, and abby insists on order another slice of cake togo so she can eat it later.

E = escape room

abby is so. good. at escape rooms. she’s incredibly smart and always solves them so quickly, but she pretends to be confused just so she can have more time with you on the date. “yeah, i really have no idea what to do here,” she’ll say, meanwhile she’s already two steps ahead of you. still, she loves watching you figure it out, the way your brow furrows as you think and the way you talk out your thoughts as they come to you. of course, there’s been a few instances where the two of you have gotten in trouble at an escape room for making out when you were supposed to be solving the puzzle, which you both laugh about any time you go back to one.

F = fair

abby is pretty nervous about a fair date. there’s huge crowds, long lines, and you can’t forget about her fear of heights. she absolutely refuses to go on any rides that leave the ground, but she’s more than happy to play rigged carnival games with you and try all the different types of fair food. you beg her to ride the ferris wheel with you so you can kiss her at the top of it, but she won’t give in. her compromise is to give you as many kisses as you want - as long as her feet don’t leave the ground. of course, you take her up on this, smothering her with kisses any chance you can get. she blushes as this draws the eye of a few people, but neither of you really care. abby is somehow a master at the fair games, especially the darts or shooting ones. she has no use for any of the prizes, so she gives them all to you. by the end of the day, your stomachs are full from excessive amounts of fried food, and abby’s hands are full of huge plushies that she won for you. “that wasn’t horrible, hmm?” you tease her. “absolutely terrible,” she replies sarcastically, earning a kiss on her nose before you leave the fair.

G = gym

it’s no secret that abby loves the gym. she’s so happy that you finally agreed to go with her, and she gets you the cutest athletic set to wear. you have no idea what half the machines in the gym are, but abby quickly gets you accustomed to everything. you end up having a pretty good time, racing abby for who can run the fastest mile (she wins. obviously) and who can lift the heaviest weights (again, she wins) the exercise is done in a fun way, and abby is soooo supportive. “hell yeah!” she’ll exclaim after you complete and exercise, and she makes sure to reward you with tons of kisses and praise. she’s become your own personal cheerleader, and you return the favor as she works out. you can’t help but stare at her muscles as she flexes them, earning playful smirks from your girl while she continues to show off her skills.

H = horror movies

abby looooves watching horror movies with you. not so much for the actual movie aspect, but mainly just because she loves to hold you during the really scary parts and run her hands through your hair as you bury your face into her chest. before the movie, she insists on preparing a plethora of snacks, because “that’s just part of the movie watching experience.” you finally get everything ready and you curl up in bed with abby, flicking off the lights and starting the movie. she pretends to not be scared, but you still catch her flinching at the jump scares and you can feel her heart beating faster. you snuggle close to her, loving the feeling of her protective arms around you as the movie goes on. you absentmindedly trace over her skin with your fingers while you watch, and abby occasionally leans down to kiss the top of your head. halfway through, the two of you become way more interested in making out than watching the movie, which leads to the entire last half of the movie being forgotten. as the credits begin to roll, abby pulls away from your lips, leaning over to check the time. “over already?” she grins, reconnecting her lips with yours once more.

I = ice skating

after dressing up in warm clothing (and a lot of persuasion) abby reluctantly follows you to the ice skating rink. abby does not like skating. however, more than that, she likes pleasing her girl, so she obliges. let’s just say that abby is not good at ice skating. of course, you’re not a pro at it, but even a small child could be better at skating than abby. her usual confidence disappears the second she steps onto the slippery ice, and she begs you to hold her hand and never leave her side. as you slowly glide over the ice, she grips your hand impossibly tight, her knuckles turning white and her hands becoming increasingly sweaty. she’s a mess, and of course, she’s incredibly embarrassed about this. you find it adorable to watch her slip around on the ice and insist on holding your hand, begging “no! no, please don’t let go!” but finally, she’s been struggling so much that you decide to just leave early, promising her that no, you’re not mad and no, she didn’t look stupid. on the way home you stop to get a sweet treat for a very defeated looking abby, who gladly accepts it.

J = jewelry making

as soon as you come up with the idea of a jewelry making date, you and abby storm the craft store for supplies, returning home with bags of beads, string, and charms. neither of you could decide on just one color or design, so you just bought everything. a little while later finds you both sprawled out on the carpet, carefully sliding plastic beads of all colors onto the string. abby lays on her stomach, propped up by her elbows. she would never ever admit it to her friends, but she’s actually really enjoying herself. some light music plays in the background, and your girl hums along softly, focused intently on figuring out the perfect color combination for her bracelet. you’ve been stringing together a combination of pinks and purples (as well as some heart and star charms) and abby seems to have decided on a light shade of blue. the two of you work mostly in silence, too focused to engage in conversation, but she’ll occasionally look up at you with pure adoration in her eyes, her mouth spread into a wide smile. after a long time of bracelet making, abby sits up, reaching out to you to drop a bracelet into your hand. “for you,” she grins as you examine the bracelet. it’s a chaotic mess of an entire rainbow of colors, but it’s the letter beads in the center that catch your attention: a-b-b-y. “you can wear it all the time, and i’ll always be with you,” she winks. “that was the corniest thing i’ve ever-“ you begin to say, but the sound of her laughter cuts you off. she takes the bracelet into her hands, sliding it carefully onto your wrist. in return, you gift abby with one of the bracelets you made, a soft pink one with glittery hearts. blushing profusely, abby puts it on, rotating her arm to admire it. “i love it. i love you,” she says, kissing the tip of your nose. abby wears your bracelet every day, never taking it off her wrist. anytime you see abby, you can guarantee that she’ll be wearing her pink beaded bracelet given to her by the one and only.

K = karaoke

after finding an old karaoke disc stored away in an abandoned building, abby is insistent upon trying it out with you. you’re pretty embarrassed to sing in front of her, but abby promises you that she won’t judge you. after lots of begging, you give in, and abby pops the dvd into the player and sits you down next to her on the couch. she’s gathered two hairbrushes to use as microphones, persistent on the idea that this has to be “as realistic as possible.” however, as soon as the dvd starts playing, you know you’re in for a mess. all of the songs are ancient, and you have no idea how any of them sound. this results in you and abby guessing the melodies, singing painfully out of tune while making up how you think the song would go. “ooh, i got this one!” she exclaims before breaking into the chorus of one song, tripping over her words and laughing more than actually singing. “yeah, you really do,” you tease her, even though you’re no better. all of your fears about singing in front of abby are gone, replaced by the sheer happiness of the two of you laughing and playing around together. even though neither of you know any of the old songs, you still play the dvd until its very end, dramatically improving to all the songs. by the time it’s done, you’re both sore from smiling so hard and worn out from all the laughing.

L = library

abby looooves reading. huge book nerd. she flies through novels, always wanting to talk to you about what she just read. one day, she takes you with her to the library to pick out some new books. as soon as you enter the building, she’s off, on her way to find her newest selection. you follow cluelessly behind her, pointing out books with interesting covers, or marveling over how long some of them are. “this one is so good,” she’ll say to you, pointing out a book on the shelf that you’re passing. you pick up a few books, reading the synopsis and flipping through the pages. abby continues to wind through the shelves, curiously hunting for a new book. after searching the entire library, her hands are full of books of different lengths. “okay, which one should i get?” she asks you. you look through each one, wanting to make the best decision. finally, you’ve made your pick, and abby heads to the counter to check it out. you follow behind her, gazing at your beautiful girlfriend. she looks so happy, so excited. she hasn’t stopped smiling since you set foot in the building, and you just love watching her do things that she loves.

[madrone33]

THE WISDOM SAGA IS OUT AHHHH

It was SO much better than I anticipated. Like, I knew it'd be amazing to listen to - 'cause practically all of Jorge's stuff is - but I was less attached to Telemachus as a character than Ody, so while I was settled in for a fun time I wasn't as invested as I had been for the previous sagas.

Little. Did. I. Know.

HOW DO THE SAGAS JUST KEEP BEING SO GOOD LIKE WHAT JORGE DO YOU SLEEP

Anyway, now that it's officially out for everyone, here's 1000+ words worth of excited screeching/rambling/word vomit from my immediate reaction to the audio, when it released at midnight for me! (I'm australian, so I got it 15 hours ahead of the americans lol, but also means I hadn't seen the animatics from the Live at this point)

Also, heads up there's a lot of swearing and I wasn't very coherent, 'cause my brain-to-type filter was non-existent at midnight while in the middle of a HYPE adrenaline rush lol

I feel so awake rn, even though it's midnight lol.

Started smiling as soon as I heard him. He sounds so GOOD!! MICO you're knocking it out of the park!

"Come and give me a sign!" Ayyy the Athena motif!!

Ooh they merged MICO's audition way of saying "if you're dead... or just tooo far"!

"Can I do whatever I takes to keep my mum safe?" aww don't worry bebe Athena's coming!

"Where is the man who'll have to wife?" ooh they really did use the Man of the House lines!

And they dropped that it's been 20 years! That's good, a proper timeline needed to be established at this point or newcomers might get confused.

ohhh shit! That growled "Boy!"

(Also, edit from after I watched the Livestream: HE DID NOT JUST THROW A BOWL AT MY BOY OH HELL NO-)

"Why don't you open her room so we can" oh FUCK OFF ANTINOUS!

oh the LINE! The CHAMP line!

"If I fight this monster" THS MONSTER! It changed from those monsters to this monster, because while he might be having fun thinking of conquering distant monsters out in the world, the real monster is living in his home and he needs his father's strength more than ever and AHHH

(Another edit from post Live: he decided to fight for his mum's honour and thought he'd get a beatdown or DIE in the attempt and STILL put his fists up oh my goddd!! And also, HIM STEPPING INTO THE SPIRIT OF HIS FATHER AHHH)

Ok I hate Antinous already. Like, I really love his voice, it's perfect, Ayron did amazing, but Antinous? What the FUCK! FUCK HIM! And I decided I love Telemachus. He sounds so helpless in that last line 🥺 ATHENA STEP IN!

Listening to Little Wolf now! Oh god I'm scared for Tele

(Edit post Live: YOOO IT'S FULL ON STREET FIGHTER STYLE!)

"Wanna entertain me?" oh EW Antinous!

I just have a permanent stink face on rn lol

"Wanna entertain me?" Still ew, but also aww he didn't do the growl like in the demo

Clock sound effect! ATHENA!!!

she's giving TE/MO type vocal vibes, more than Act 1 Athena lol

"What's going on here??" lmao he's confused about Quick-Thought, like ody wasn't

"Uppercut him. Now." AYYYY FIGHT ADVICE

she's doing the verse melody but for him!

wait what'd she say? "I've no respect for bullies! Those who [something something] will!"

SHE CALLED HIM A DOG HA! What's a dog to a wolf hey antinous >:)

"One young wolf has a larger heart than all these men combined!" awww Athena <3

YES!! SHE'S SINGING THE CHORUS BUT IN HIS FAVOUR!!

the HARMONIES!!

"Oooh, maybe I pushed you a bit too hard..." lol she's too used to ody who is used to her

oh FUCK OFF antinous!

"Tell me, Athena, why you came to my aid..." wait WAIT HE SUNG THE "what keeps you up so late at night myyy friend?" MELODY??? HOLY SHIT!!

Ok that was awesome. We'll Be Fine time!

SHE CALLED ODY HER FRIEND!!

OMG SHE'S DOING THE "MIIIND" RIFF!!

awww she regrets <3

NO THE "SLEEP AT NIGHT" CALLING BACK TO ALL THOSE TIME ODY COULDN'T SLEEP FROM REGRET

omg but her HIGH notes

ooh? 👀 The line changed from "sailed to an island" to "and I didn't die?? What does this mean for HTD's "I heard he's on a diplomatic mission" line?

oh now HIS high notes!!

THEIR HARMONIES!!

awww their motifs mixing! <3 <3

(Edit post Live: lmao him trying to lean on her shoulder and accidentally falling through her instead XD)

Well that was nice! Time for LIP... What am I in for bro

AHA I was RIGHT! The music from the cover art reveal IS here at the start of this song!

OH HOLY HSIT NOT HIS "REMEMBER ME" OMG WAIT GO BACK

The "ohhhh" motif from Remember Them!

TIME DIVE! WITH LYRICS!

oh yo! THESE scenes! We called the Sirens, Scylla, and Thunder Bringer on the discord, but the lines that are being used are INTERESTING

(Edit post Live: the animatics are going CRAZY this saga!)

calypso time...

Ooh calypso's voice is much gentler than the snippets! (I'm determined to not let my bias against her character in the Odyssey colour how I feel about her performance, because Wangui is a lovely person, and her voice is beautiful.)

lmao the awkwardly long pause and then "... ANWAYS!" is always funny XD

the electronic elements when she reveals what she is!

"Time can take a heavy toll." uh oh what's that mean

Damn not the "all I hear are screams"-

...

... holy fuck. Um. My jaw literally dropped what. What. Ok first, her "ody" fuck that. Second, the LEDGE?? Um. UM. I need to rewind please

Oh shit

Oh my goddd JUST LET HIM GO

NOT THE OPEN ARMS NO WHAT THE FUCK NOT POLITES OMG EURYLOCHUS OH FUCK ANTICLEA TOO OH SHIT

no him calling for athena! 😭

the slow clock omgggg

YES GO HELP HIM HE NEEDS HELP

... wait I need to rewind wait shit I'm shaking

ok. Pause. That was.

I guess I called correctly, but it turned out to be a BIT of an understatement when I said there'd be an UNEXPRECTED EMOTIONAL MOMENT! What the FUCK. Oh god that was incredible and I teared up and ah fuck wtf fuck who gave him the RIGHT

TIme for God Games. Shit. Am I ready for Beast Mode Zeus??? No. But I'm doing it anyway! :D

ok that was beautiful. Also her calling him "father" was unexpected but welcome

"... Odysseus." commander motif!!

god I love his voice but I hate him

ok I love how he says "AphroDITE!" I'm smiling, I'm getting into this

also, wait why does he say "or" instead of "and" like the snippets did?

The voice teasers! Ah shit I can't believe I'm going to HEAR THEIR VERSES IN A FEW SECONDS WHAT. Also Hera's voice is VERY interesting!

Apollo? YO?? Wait wait I have to go back and actually listen to the words lmao his voice is cool!

oh the sirens??

Huh. I... don't really get that logic? Athena just said "yeah but they had it coming and now they'll know better" and he replied "understandable have a nice day"?

wow what is that accent? Lemme go back and understand lol

damn those went by quick. Also, not what I'd thought their issues would be. Tho I think someone called the sirens one!

ooh wait I've always loved aphrodite's, this is BEAUTIFUL. I need to go back to the start of the song so I can get her full impact after pausing so much.

ohhh she's the first one to reject athena!

Ares!!

"HOLD YOUR TONGUE NOW! HIS SON'S MY FRIEND!"oop you done fucked up ares

oh I LIKE hera's voice! It's kinda airy but still hella powerful!

damn my jaw hurts from smiling

I hear cheering 👀

ohhh THAT'S what he meant by "or"! Athena was supposed to face either the five gods or Zeus?

"You DARE to defy me!" DAMN Zeus! That growl!

THUNDER BRINGER CHORUS!

lightning bolt to the face lmao

oh? The Wotm motif?

wait. Is the. Is this the "anime character on brink of death thinks of their friends and powers up" moment???

(Edit post Live: shit, zeus. Someone call CPS)

"Let him go..." oh wait that's IT?? NO WHAT SHIT

... lemme hear that end bit again.

WAIT reading through the comments and JORGE'S DAD VOICES HEPHAESTUS?? HOLY SHIT THAT'S EPIC! Now we just need his sister lol.

Oh that's right, I can see the cast now! Brandon McInnis as Apollo, POSEY as Hera, and Mike Rivera as Hephaestus. Nice.

It's 1 am now. Holy shit that was a wild ride. Damn. Hats off to Jorge and all the cast and editors and EVERYONE, that was absolutely incredible!! 💙🙌🏼🎉

... but also JORGE! WHEN I CATCH YOU JORGE-