#them eventually but I have a paper due and super I need to make

[mimiri22-6]

*taps microphone* : Dear fellow slimers, I have made a very important playlist for our leader. Enjoy and please direct me to any missing videos that fit this criteria;

Reworded covers

Original sludge songs

Do not recommend

Covers with the original lyrics unslimed

Have a good time oozing and praise be 🙏

[kotoku]

Hello, can I request Aven, Ratio and Sunday with an s/o who's like Komi from “Komi can’t communicate?” Basically, their s/o is socially anxious and finds it incredibly hard to talk but is expressive in emotions and usually communicates through writing on paper.

Also if its not too much, could you write a lil scenario in how they would react when someone says something rude about s/o’s social anxiety?

ꜱᴜɴᴅᴀʏ, ᴀᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀ ʀᴀᴛɪᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴋᴏᴍɪ! ꜱ/ᴏ

pairings - sunday x komi! reader / aventurine x komi! reader / dr ratio x komi! reader

content - reader is gender-neutral/ komi! reader/ pre and established relationships/ reader getting shit-talked by people/ socially anxious! reader

warnings - swearing lol

⋘ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ... ⋙

↻ Sunday would be a wonderful partner to have, he’s very understanding of your struggles communicating with others and participating in activities with your peers

↻ He’s super encouraging and supportive, giving you a small push when it comes to interacting with people (besides him, his sister was the first person you successfully managed to hold a conversation with lol)

↻ At first glance, Sunday found your appearance attractive, the air around you held that sense of authority and grace, enamoring everyone within your reach

↻ However, when he introduced himself to you, you could only stare at him blankly which made him a little concerned… 

↺ Were you deaf? Mute? He really did try his best at getting a word out of you but you could only stutter in response, quickly leaving him due to your embarrassment

↺ Gradually, he began to understand what you would try to say by your body cues and expressions

↻ Sunday ended up gifting you, soon after your first meeting, your own personal notebook to write in that way you could communicate your thoughts easily 

↺ You were overjoyed, chatting non-stop with him throughout the day

↻ Unbeknownst to the both of you, it seemed you had quite the reputation with the way people would gawk and stare at you like you were some sort of goddess 

↺ Sunday could understand them, you were not only attractive, but smart and kind, offering your help to those who need it despite being afraid of approaching others (it just came to you naturally)

↻ Sunday finds the sounds you make cute, especially when you’re embarrassed or flustered, he can’t help but tease you when he can

↺ He also finds the way you express yourself very endearing, reminding him of a kitten

↻ You love petting his wings and taking care of them, it's one of your favorite things to do to help calm yourself down

↻ If someone pokes fun or insults you for being socially anxious, he’d be ready to rain hell on them (you’re trying your best and that’s all that matters !!)

↺ Those kind of encounters would bring your spirits down, but eventually, you’d gather up the courage to keep trying thanks to the support of Sunday and the few friends you made

-----

“I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to speak up for yourself. Just say something.” 

You had thought you were beginning to make a new friend, but noticing the way they treated you… You knew you didn’t want to be around them any longer. 

You nervously fidgeted in your seat, staring down at the half eaten sundae in front of you. The sudden announcement had spoiled your mood and appetite, feeling too uncomfortable to even eat near someone like them. You just wanted to escape the situation now before it becomes too tense.

Your ‘friend’ was about to continue what they were saying, but was interrupted by a stern voice.

“It’s harder for some people to voice their thoughts, it doesn’t always come naturally to them.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, it was Sunday. Turning to face him with a relieved expression, he understood your silent appreciation for his interjection.

“People work at their own pace, don’t try to rush them into doing something they aren’t comfortable with.” Sunday’s eyes narrowed at them, your ‘friend’ at a loss for words. “Come now, _____, a new place has opened up and I’d like to take you there.” 

Sunday had offered you his hand to help pull you up which you gratefully accepted, leaving the half eaten sundae with your friend. It was now something they would have to deal with, whether they liked it or not. 

-----

↻ Speaking of friends, if you had a goal to reach a certain number of friends, he’d happily help you and introduce you to some of his closest friends

↺ The astral express would be super welcoming and friendly to you; I can imagine you spending time with them on the express while silently chatting with Pom Pom (the crew wonders how they can understand you, but are happy you are enjoying yourself)

↻ Sunday would love spending time with you, bringing you to different events or to an amusement park that way you could experience the thrill of the rides

↺ He knows that if you’re lost, you start to panic, so he tries his best to never lose sight of you in crowded situations

↺ If you do end up losing him, he’ll have a family member escort you to where he; if he’s busy, he’ll have a family member accompany you whenever you go out if you aren’t comfortable doing so alone

↻ All in all, Sunday is your biggest supporter and wants you to be comfortable !

↻  Aventurine thinks you’re very interesting and fun to tease

↻  Although you normally intimidated people by accident at first glance, he wasn’t thrown off by your blank stare or silence

↻  At first he was just messing around with you, he never would’ve thought that he would be in a relationship with you but he’s quite happy nonetheless

↻  If you know the dynamic between Komi’s parents, I feel like that would apply to both you and Aventurine

↺ He’s the talker of the both of you (of course) and is much more energetic compared to you who silently gazes at people and can only manage a couple sentences

“They asked for no pickles.”

“Thank you..Aven.

↺ Aventurine definitely speaks up for you in tense situations (like when your order is wrong but you don’t want to say anything)

↻ Aventurine doesn’t mind your shyness and is willing to help you develop social skills

↺ He introduces you to Topaz and Ratio, who both get along with you just fine

(you were intimidated by Ratio, but you slowly warmed up to him and enjoy his lectures)

↻ He finds your quirks cute, purposely teasing you so he could get a reaction

↺ Aventurine is pretty observant, so he was able to pick up on the small habits you have fairly quickly

↻ I feel like you wouldn’t need to communicate your thoughts with him as much because he knows how to read you like a book, but he’d end up giving you a small notepad anyways

↻ Aventurine would definitely shower you with gifts and bring you to his favorite spots, hoping to slowly inch you out of your shell (it works a bit)

↻ Like Sunday, Aventurine would notice your popularity (you’re completely unaware) and keep a keen eye on your surroundings, especially if you visit the casino he frequents

↺ He keeps you close to him so people don’t try anything funny with you

↻ If someone were to insult or poke fun at your social anxiety, he’d be really irked and would show it passive aggressively, making sure to not confront them in front of you because he knows you would heavily discourage him

-----

“Ugh, they’re so silent it’s creepy… Why don’t they say anything?” 

Aventurine’s ears perked up, listening in on a conversation two workers were having as you walked beside him down the hallway.

“I know. What does Aventurine even see in them?” 

They continued their conversation through hushed whispers and secretive glances. Yet Aventurine was able to hear every last comment and insult thrown at you. It made his frown deepen and brows furrow, but he knows if he did anything now you’d stop him. He’ll have to deal with the two of them later. 

-----

The next day, Aventurine was back at the casino with you by his side. As expected, he had a bountiful amount of chips on his side, proof of his winning streak. 

A new game was about to begin, and as he peered up through his rose-tinted glasses to gauge the participating opponents, he saw two familiar faces. The workers from yesterday, how fortunate for him. 

Throughout the game, a new, tense air had surrounded Aventurine, something you picked up on. He was much more competitive than before, losing his aloof demeanor and focusing on the game at hand. Was there something wrong?

Before you knew it, the game was over. Aventurine had come out victorious, watching his opponents’ faces drop at the huge sum of money they lost with a sly smirk. 

He was satisfied, for now.

-----

↻ If you end up getting lost somewhere, Aventurine would be your first contact and he’d drop everything to help you (The next people for you to contact would be Topaz and Ratio)

↻ Sometimes I think Aventurine would overwhelm you with his antics, especially with his “all or nothing” mindset (your poor heart)

↺ Aventurine would eventually cave in due to your huffs and frowns because he finds you too cute

↻ He’s happy to have you and will always be by your side when you need him (you’re his first priority)

↻ Goodness, poor you would be pretty intimidated by him and his strict nature at first meeting

↺ Ratio would have to be the one to approach you first since you’re too scared to even utter a word to him

↻ I don’t think Ratio would fully understand your anxieties, as he personally never dealt with it

↺ However, he would slowly start to understand and even try asking you questions in which you can provide him a simple answer (usually yes or no questions)

↻ He begrudgingly helps you socialize with people, even though he hates to interact with idiots himself

↺ I can imagine him giving you lecture about human behavior and social relationships, which you listen to attentively but also blankly stare at him (he shakes his head at this but continues anyways)

↺ His lectures actually end up helping you understand people though, and his lessons about social skills has helped you with introducing yourself to new people 

↺ He forces Aventurine to help him with your social skills since he’s pretty upbeat and friendly 

↻ If you’ve made some improvements with social interactions, Ratio would feel pretty satisfied and happy that he helped you (he’d never tell you directly but he’d give you rewards)

↻ Being Ratio’s significant other would be interesting

↻ By this point, he probably has all your little quirks and habits memorized, knowing what may be troubling you or what caught your interest

↺ He finds your habits and actions quite endearing, it brings a soft smile to his usually stoic face

↻ Ratio likes expressing his affection for you with gifts he finds useful and interesting, recounting the history behind the item or how it was manufactured (you enjoy listening to his rambles and he’s happy that he can tell you these findings)

↻ If someone were to make a snide comment about your social anxiety, he would have zero hesitation is giving them a lecture or throwing a chalk their way

↺ He’d probably make them cry or shit themselves

-----

“THE Veritas Ratio is dating someone? Who??”

“Just some freak. Seriously, I heard they never speak and all they do is just stare at you.”

“Wow… That’s pretty creepy.”

“Exac–” 

“Excuse me.”

The two girls who were just gossiping about you jumped, smiling nervously at the source of the intrusion.

“Ah, Doctor Ratio! Fancy seeing you here…” 

“I work here.” Ratio deadpanned, eyes glaring down at the two. “I couldn’t help but notice that the topic of your conversation pertained to me and my partner. I suggest that you keep your noses out of our business and quit these idiotic assumptions.” 

“I- We were just–” 

“Stop your incessant ramblings. If I hear another word about anything regarding my personal life, I will be sure to have you both taken care of. Understood?” His authoritative tone made the two girls quiver in their spot, nodding their heads frantically. 

Ratio turned to leave, making his way back to you who was sitting on a nearby bench staring at the ground. At the sound of his footsteps, you looked back up at him, getting up from your seat.

“Are you..ready to go, Veri?”

“Yes, let’s go, My Love.”

-----

↻ Ratio is pretty protective of you, especially since he’s aware of the attention you garner (your hands are also interlocked so you don’t get swept away from him)

↺ If you get lost, you both would identify a landmark to meet by so you don’t bump into as many people

↻ To make communication easier for the both of you, he bought you a notebook to write down your thoughts in so you could show it to him whenever you wanted (he’ll make sure that it’s always on hand for your peace of mind)

↻ Ratio is a proud significant other, he admires your motivation to learn and improve on your social skills

⋘ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! ⋙

note - i love komi can't communicate, it's such a cute anime series and i can't wait to watch season 3 if it comes out. :)

[alastor-simp]

Never Been Kissed💋 - Alastor x Female Reader

❥Summary: It gets revealed to everyone that you have never been kissed before ever, in your previous life and afterlife, and a certain deer demon takes interest in that

❥Tags: Alastor x Female Reader, Alastor x Reader, Never Been Kissed, First Kiss, Hazbin Hotel Fanfiction, Angel Is Your Bestie, Hint of Spice, Kissing, Al Becomes A Kissing Maniac

❥Notes: I love First Kiss stories so I wanted to do one with Alastor. Enjoy:) (Fanart credit to unakura on Twitter)

"That guy is smoking hot!! Denise is def gonna choose him." Angel said, as he was leaning against the pillow, face a bit flushed from the guys hotness. "Nah, he's too much of a tool. Besides Ray is a much better choice and he's much hotter." You argued back against Angel's comment. The both of you were watching a hell's version of a dating show, set in the Lust Ring of Hell. It was similar to the shows on Earth, just with demons and more sluttier plot. Everyone else was doing their own thing, Charlie and Vaggie were deciding what the next redemption lesson was, Sir Pentious and Niffty were baking in the kitchen, Husk was cleaning the bar glasses, and Alastor was sitting across from the both of you, reading his daily newspaper, chair facing a bit away from the TV due to his dislike of it.

The show continued on, the two pairs becoming a couple, which eventually lead to a hot make out session. Flustered, you turned your head away, raising your hand above your eyes to cover the scene in front of you. Angel took quick notice of your reaction, bolting out in laughter. "HAHA what's the matter with ya? Can't handle a little kissy kiss scene?" You shook your head no at his question, causing him to laugh more. "Seriously toots, you act like you never kissed before." Angel continued to laugh, his feet kicking up in the air. Lowering your hand, your face flushed red, super embarrassed. "I haven't." Unbeknownst to you, Alastors ears flicked a bit at what you said, eyes leaving the paper to gaze at you. Angel couldn't fully make out what you said because of his laughter, but he soon stopped, wiping the tears from his eyes. "What you say toots? I didn't catch that." Angel asked, inching closer towards you. Fingers twirling your hair, you slowly responded back to Angel, "I have never been kissed."

"WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?" Angels loud response, alerted the residents around him, half of them running into the lobby to see what was going on. Angel hands had grabbed your shoulders, shaking you like a maniac. "YOU'RE TELLING ME IN THE TIME YOU HAVE BEEN ALIVE AND IN HELL, NO HANDSOME SCHMUCK HAS EVER KISSED YOU BEFORE?!" Angel had fully stopped shaking you, which you were thankful for since you started to feel a bit sick. "No." The others had walked closer to where you were on the couch, except Al as he was still sitting on the chair, but his newspaper was closed, watching the scene in front of him with curious eyes. "OH MY SATAN!! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! Angel's body began to lean against the couch, hands covering his eyes in disbelief.

Vaggie had slowly made her away over, a bit annoyed at Angel's reaction. "Hey, there's no need to get so work about a stupid kiss. Plenty of people have never been kissed before." Angel removed his hands from his face, glaring a bit at Vaggie. "That's not why I'm shocked. I'm shocked that someone hasn't taken one look at my best friend and thought "I wanna smooch them." Feels like a crime." Niffty, being her quick self, had run up on the couch, hands placed on your cheeks, crazed eye starring at you. "How come you never gotten kissed before? Saving yourself for the ultimate bad boy? It felt like a million eyes were watching you right now, making you extremely shy - your body wanting to escape from this awkward situation. "Look I- I don't um...."

Sensing your discomfort, Charlie had walked over, grabbing Niffty softly, setting her down on the floor. "Okayyyyyy lets change the subject alright. I have a brand new idea for all of us to try, now if you will all follow me." You were grateful to Charlie that she was trying to stir the whole topic to something else. Angel appeared apologetic, patting your head, mouthing an apology, before he got up, walking over to join Charlie and the others. You, however, weren't in the mood to join them, deciding it be better to just go to your room. As you got up and walked away, you didn't notice the crimson glowing eyes watching you, as you began to head up to your room.

***Your Bedroom***

Heaving a sigh, you carried yourself over to the bed, flopping on to it, face hitting the soft pillow. Grabbing the covers, you pulled them over yourself, wanting to hide from the world. The whole lobby situation was still playing in your mind, making you groan. Hand reaching for your other pillow, you placed it against you, hugging it tightly. You decided it be better to just sleep off what just happened, placing your face further into the pillow you were hugging, closing your eyes. A soft tapping sensation was hitting your head, but you chose to ignore it. The sensation continued, which caused you to open your eyes. Moving the cover, your eyes peaked out to see Alastor, sitting on your bed, smiling down at you. "Ahh, she finally reveals herself! Hello, my dear!" He said with astounding enthusiasm, making you groan more. "Leave me alone Alastor please." The cover returned to your head, blocking your face from Alastor again. "Now now, don't hide yourself away from me. I merely wanted to spark up a conversation with you." His clawed hand gripped at your cover, pulling it away from you, revealing yourself to him again.

Debating whether to grab the sheet again, you chose not to, unless you wanted to anger him. Slowly getting up, you looked at Al, wearing an annoyed expression. "Okay, what do you want to talk about?" Widening his smile, Alastor leaned on his side on the bed, hand placed against his cheek, "From what the effeminate spider yelled out in the lobby, you have never been kissed before, correct?" Your eyes widen at him. Seriously? He was bringing this up again?! Heaving a sigh, you nodded your head, cheeks becoming aflamed. The embarrassment radiating off of you, brought massive satisfaction to him, his smile stretching to the point it could break his face. "I don't indulge in topics of conversation like this, but this one had peaked my curiosity. So enlighten me, my dear, why haven't you kissed anyone?"

"He's messing with me", was your first thought when he asked you this, but reading his expression more closely, you realized he was being serious with his question. Turning away, hands fiddling together, you tried to answer him, "I don't have a clear answer for that. I guess what Niffty said is kinda true. Waiting for the right person...I guess." Silence filled the air after you gave your answer, only thing you could hear was the soft sounds of static from Al. "You were expecting the classic fairytale, finding your one true love kiss, I presume? His tone mocked you, making you a bit angry that he was finding amusement in this. "Yeah that's exactly it, now that I have answered your question, can you please leave me alone?" Grabbing the cover that Alastor had pulled away from you, covering your body and face, you fell on your side to the bed, facing away from him.

Static chuckling came from next to you, as you stayed under the covers, refusing to come out. "If it's something you desire, I will be willing to grant it." He spoke so calmly like he didn't just say the most shocking thing ever. Popping your head out of the cover, you craned your neck towards him, giving him an "Are you serious" look. "Yeah right. You're just joking with me." Laughing at what he said, you turned away, resuming to stay inside your blanket. A rush of wind could be heard next to you, and before you knew it, Alastor was inside the cover with you, body hovering above you, hands placed on the sides of the bed "Who's joking?" He spoke, no hint of static in his voice, as his crimson eyes gazed down at you, lips in a smirk. Jumping at his position being on top of you, your mouth became unable to form words. Was he serious? He wanted to kiss you? "Is it okay if I ask why?" You spoke softly at him, waiting to hear what he had to say.

Alastor appeared a bit put off by your question, for he himself, was a bit befuddled as to why he wanted to kiss you. His eyes gazed up, thinking hard about it. "I've roamed hell for many years, having no interest in acts of affection or romance. Many suitors often came my way, but I broke their hearts, or ate them HAHAHAHA!" His eyes flashed into dials for a second as his head went back from his uproar of laughter. Eyes continued to stare at him as he slowly calmed down from his laughing fit, face taking on a more serious tone, despite the smile still remaining on his face, “However! There were times I wondered what it would be like to take part in acts like this." The radio filter left his voice, as gloved fingers gripped your chin, thumb tracing your bottom lip, softly.

Your face was probably was red as his hair right now, as your brain was still trying to process what he was saying. Your eyes continued to stare up at Al, who continued to smile, eyes filled with softness, for once. "Is...are you comfortable doing this?" You quietly asked, palms feeling sweaty from how nervous you were. His head tilted with a crack, once again, confused by your question. "I'm worried that doing this is overstepping your boundaries. What if I am a bad kisser or have bad breath, what if I-" A boisterous laugh erupted from Al, shaking the bed, as the both of you were still covered in the tent-like blanket. "My sweet darling, there is no need to worry about trivial things like that. As for my boundaries, I am the one that is initiating this, so once again, no need to worry."

His wide smile had dropped into a gentle one, fingers still caressing your lip, before moving to your cheek. You bit your lips a bit, before opening them slowly, "Okay." Ears twitched at your answer, crimson eyes filled with a hint of desire plus hesitance, as he bent down a bit, face coming closer to yours. The beating of your heart was so loud, you could hear it in your ears, and you were certain Al could hear it too. The scent of his cologne was making you dizzy- mixed with hints of blood and graveyard dirt. Reflections were seen in both of your eyes, him seeing himself and you seeing yourself. His lips continued to move closer, inch by inch, until they were placed onto yours, soft almost like a butterfly had landed on it.

The glow from his eyes had vanished, closing them as he pushed a bit further into the kiss, making you gasp a bit. A few minutes has passed, as Alastor slowly pulled away, glowing eyes returning to admire you. You felt breathless, despite how tender the kiss was, it had you weak. “Did you enjoy it?” He asked, his lips distracting you, making you forget his question. “Huh? Um..yes…it…was…nice. How about you?” You ask as if out of breath, heart fluttering still. “Surprisingly pleasing.” He said matter-of-factly, but judging from his appearance, he looked more disheveled than you.

No one uttered a word after that, the both of you continuing to stare at each other. “May I do it again?” He whispered, causing goosebumps to form all over you. You nodded, answering his question. His lips returned again, this time with more passion. The gasp you let out allowed his tongue to enter, intensifying the kiss. The weight of his body was on you now, his chest against yours, feeling his racing heart. His teeth bit your lip slightly, drawing some blood, making him hum at the taste as his tongue continued to intertwine with yours. Moaning into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his back, pulling him closer. The both of you broke the kiss, string of saliva appearing from both of your mouths. Heavy breaths could be heard, as glazed eyes stared down at you, ashen cheeks flushed. "Again." was said from him, lips returning back to you again, and again and again.

-END-

Sinners:

@alastorsgoldie @91062854-ka , @delectableworm , @iiotic

@cookiekyo , @demoarah , @danveration , @beebsbea ,

@veethewriter , @forbidden-sunlight , @pinkcrystal44 , @luujjvi ,

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, @sweet06tart , @blakedbeanss , @ihyperfixatedagain , @ktssstuff ,

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@justchillaine , @crazed-flower , @ohmylovewhereartthou-blog ,

@akiooshizuka , @lokis-imaginary-friend ,

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@lousypotatoes @l4zyb0n35 , @midorichoco

@lillyisfreakyy , @alastorthirsty , @yukiinee ,

, @aconstructofamind @angiiiiiiiiie

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@cosmiccandydreamer , @killer-nightmare0 , @visara-valentina

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, @alastor-the-radio-demons-blog , @twistedvanillacoffee

[chaoticallywriting]

Animals ⋋Chapter Two⋌

A/N: Soooooooooo I've had this written out since before I posted the prologue but it needed to be edited and also touched up! I was super busy and also the lack of sun is totally taking a toll on my mental health. Due to this being late I decided to just post it now instead of waiting for this Saturday, that being said chapter three will not be out by this Saturday. I only have 1.5k done of the next chapter so it'll HOPEFULLY be done by next Saturday. As always, thank you to @blitzs-largest-horsiest-dildo for editing this <3

Pairing: Silco x Reader (eventual/slow burn), Viktor x reader (past/ex's)

Summary: Heartbroken and disgraced from your lifelong dream coming to a halt and the only person you've ever loved abandoning your scientific pursuit. You decide to turn towards a newfound Kingpin in the city you once called your home in hopes of making your dreams come true.

CW: None that I can think??

WC: 3.8k

Before // After // AO3

Silco's office is small, there's filing cabinets tucked into a corner by the door and across the room is a desk. Said desk trumps even Babette's in terms of craftsmanship, looking like something a rich topsider might own. Behind that there's a swivel chair and then a chair in front of the desk and well, that's it. It looks far more like a storage closet turned office than an actual office, especially for some 'terrifying' drug lord.

"Quaint," you breathed. You don't know why that's the first thing you think to say, nor why you didn't hold back. The adrenaline from your little fit is beginning to wane and now you're left in an enclosed space with someone everyone seems terrified of. And you've just called his office quaint. "Not what I expected but it's cozy."

'Stop talking, for all that is good, shut the fuck up!' You internally scream at yourself. This is some newfound kingpin, some guy who survived getting half his face sliced up and lived to tell the tale. Part of growing up in the Lanes means knowing when to shut up. Piltover must have made you soft, so incredibly stupid too. Maybe this whole plan was stupid.

"What were you expecting?" He enters your vision (you had your back to this man, Piltover has made you soft) as he walks over to his desk. The way he walks is different too, there's a slight sway to his step, not like the inebriated idiots in alleyways but. . . Well you don't know how to describe it. It's arrogant, slightly cocky and graceful? There's an assuredness in the way he moves, like he's playing some game he knows he'll always win.

Silco pulls open a desk drawer, long and thin fingers dipping into it and procuring an expensive looking cigar. It's paper has a slight gold lining at the tip that he easily slices off before flicking open a silver lighter. It's hard, you find yourself getting distracted by him. By the way he flicks the lighter on and how that brief flicker of a flame matches that unnerving eye which doesn't blink when his green one does.

He raises a brow and you notice a few lines between them, his brows you mean. Between his brows and on his forehead, he must be in his thirties, late thirties to be specific. Early forties max. People down here age faster than topsiders. While you've seen top-siders in their fifties or sixties with barely a gray hair in sight, people down here barely make it to such an age. The stress, the constant work, lack of sleep or food or warmth gives way to grays and wrinkles before you've even reached your mid thirties. You either die from exhaustion, the gray or a knife in the back.

"Something grand, maybe some kind of vast view of the Lanes. A bar cart, most important people seem to have those. . . " You walk closer, eyes trailing the wood paneled walls. "Just not something that looks like a grandpa may be found fumbling with basic book keeping."

His movements halt, eyes on you as the cigar slowly swirls smoke from it's tip. The room begins to smell of tobacco and your heart pounds at the intensity of his gaze. So you clear your throat and dump the papers you've been gripping onto his desk. They're crinkled up and so you begin to smooth them, hands flat as you press down and slowly swipe away any ridges you find.

He flicks the lighter closed, or at least it sounds like it. You've moved your gaze to your papers as you find it near impossible to keep staring at him. "So you made such a scene out there just so you could insult my new place?"

"No!" You blurt out, eyes finally tearing away from the relatively smoothed papers. He's still staring at you. "No I. . . I wanna make the Lanes a better place, and I have these ideas and- Well everyone's going around saying how you used to be like that. I-" You lick your cracked lips, gods your throat is drying up. "I have nothing left but this dream that I've had since I was a kid. I have the research, I have the ideas. I know these things will help I just need money and materials and the power to implement these things."

Silco drops the lighter back into the desk drawer before sliding it closed. With his hand now free he plucks one of your papers off the table as he takes a long drag of his cigar. Honestly? You don't know what he's looking at.

You just randomly grabbed papers back with the guard and you were so focused on not saying stupid things that you didn't inspect them while brushing them out. With the grace of a freshly caught fish you begin to pull out more papers along with your worn, leather bound journals. Everything is strewn across the desk and soon your trying to organize it so it's less chaotic.

Your hands shake a bit as you half haphazardly dump things into specific piles. A shoddy attempt at making a system of the inner workings of not only your mind but Viktors as well. His hand writing is on a majority of these pages, along with your own. His delicate and graceful drawings of different designs and ideas fill the corners of pages. But your knuckles are scabbed over from repeatedly being pushed onto the pavement and your cheek is still healing.

He's here in this moment, even as you run from him he's here in more ways than one. Seeing his penmanship makes your heart clench as you remember him hunched over your tiny dining room table, pen in hand. You'd hand him a cup of his favorite tea and his free hand would reach out to slide across your ba-

"What is this?" Silco's voice cuts through your memories, sucking you back into the moment as your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. You only hope he doesn't somehow know what you were just thinking of. You mentally pray that he's not some kind of mind reader. Silco is holding an intricate drawing of the inner workings for an aeroponic farming system. Definitely something that would be confusing for someone not well versed on the subject. It's still a relatively new practice in a nation or two, experimentation is proving it to be fruitful and worth the initial effort.

"A farming system, it's called aeroponics and you see-" You slowly reach out and take the drawing from him so you can point at the inside portion of the paper. The tower has been split in two to show what the inside looks like, various holes strategically staggered and a simple water flow system. "You use coconut husks to put your seeds in and then since they're so small you can put them in these holes."

You rest against the desk, one foot firmly pressed against the ground, the other bent over the wooden surface. Your upper body is turned toward Silco so he can see what you're holding. "By pumping water through this pipe it then trickles back down and waters each husk. It takes significantly less water and space than actual farming. If you use one of the abandoned buildings at the pier it has the perfect amount of sunlight for this. With the space you save with these towers, depending on the placement you could end up feeding roughly. . . three hundred people with this? If you invest in sun lamps as well then you can also grow year round."

He lets you ramble on as you show him more papers regarding the farming system and the lamps. How different techniques can clean the water carried throughout the Undercity (but you'd have to throw out any vegetation grown from that) or how this system in general helps decrease pollution in the air. There's charts, graphs, papers, all of which you've nicked from the library at the academy. And surprisingly he never interrupts you, only continues to fill the room with more smoke as his cigar gets smaller and smaller.

"And that?" He waves his cigar towards your bag which had been dropped onto his desk at some point. You turn and spot the metal model which must have rolled out during your panic to organize things. His voice is in your head, accent thickened with exhaustion as he had clumsily dropped the model into your hands. The tiny lab had smelt of the soldering iron and one of those protective masks had been pressed against the top of his head, pushing back his thick chestnut hair.

You thickly swallow before plucking it from the mess of papers. "My pride and joy," you mumble. "A water purifier for our ocean. They would be built to float on the surface and inside would be this- " You pull one of the notebooks and hold it with your free hand. You never let go of the model as you flip open the journal and turn to a page filled with your messy writing and half assed drawings. "It's a filtration system made out of genetically modified algae, which I have the beginnings of in my other notebook. That being said that's not my specialty and I need a biochemists help. Which is also why I'm here."

"So you need money, materials, power and a biochemist? This is a lot to demand of someone you've just met." He rounds the table and gracefully sits behind the desk. By now his cigar sits in an ashtray, lit end stubbed against it. "Why should I help you with this?"

You don't know. Yes if it works out this design could be patented and sold to other nations but there isn't a guarantee that other places need this like yours does. The aeroponics won't really make money, just help lessen the cost of food and offer everyone a chance of an actual meal. Not the moldy scraps that are tossed to them from Piltovers waste baskets.

With him sitting down you push yourself further onto the desk, your other leg now dangling in the air so you can lean a little closer to him. He briefly stiffens, just for a millisecond. If you weren't someone who needed to focus in on the tiniest of details for your work you would have missed it.

"Because you know what it's like down here, what all this could do for the city…" You worry your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Think of the next generation, we're already seeing a lessened infant mortality rate due to the ventilation system that has helped dispel the gray. Who knows what that means for the overall health of the kids who have never felt that smog clog their lungs. With this-" You press your journal in front of him, dropping the model on top of the page showcasing the filtration system. "We can take bettering our city to the next step. Without the help of those topside dimwits who only help to make themselves look good."

He picks up the model, rubbing it between his index and thumb and you find yourself using all your will power not to snatch it from his grasp. This could be it, you could have it all. You just need to be quiet and not do anything stupid and impulsive. Unfortunately impulsivity seems to have taken over your very mind as of late. You weren't always so destructive and angry and tear filled. It's easy to blame it on Viktor, so you do. Everything is his fault now.

"We could have used a mind like yours back in the day." He must notice how you fixate on the model because he carefully sets it back down before sliding the journal towards you. "It's true, I know a fellow scientist who specializes more in biochemistry than with engineering and agriculture. I also am getting a decent influx of money from Shimmer and yes I have power and materials."

"So?" you impatiently blurt out.

"I have a lab Singed is currently working out of nearby, we can get you the materials for your project. If I give you this chance I want frequent updates and a guard will be monitoring you. I don't give money to strangers without ensuring they won't run off."

Perhaps the monitoring should scare you but you find yourself to overjoyed to think of being watched over. Quite honestly you are asking lot from a stranger, back at the academy it took multiple professors to sign off on your research to be given a small grant (the smallest they offered).

"I-" you place a hand flat against your stomach, the worn fabric of your vest smooth against your healing palm. The excitement bubbling within you feels like you may just float away. Tears gather at the edges of your eyes and you rapidly blink them away.

Rather ungracefully, you slide off the desk and turn to him so that you can look into his eyes. Your hands begin to gather all the papers strewn about so that you can easily clutch them. He doesn't show how he's feeling, he's just watching you.

"Thank you, I know you have so much on your plate but I promise I will do everything in my power to improve this city."

You mean it. You hope he knows you mean it. "I'll stop taking up your time but um-"

"I'll have someone take you to the lab tomorrow morning, seven am sharp."

Your address is written on a spare piece of paper in a messy scrawl of hurried writing and soon you're being ushered out. Before the door closes you look over your shoulder, hand keeping the door slightly propped open as you give him your name. In your haste to gain his sympathy to your cause you completely forgot to introduce yourself. He only nods before the guard closes the door.

As you walk out of the Last Drop your eyes catch on the greasy haired teenager from earlier and your overjoyed expression turns to one of smugness. His brows raise, mouth dropping open before one of his colleagues shout at him to hurry up.

That evening you gorge yourself on celebratory take out from a different food stall and lay out something to wear over your metal shower rod. It's just a simple pair of brown corduroy pants that are so long on you that you have to tie them around your waist with a leather cord. A simple over sized white button up and a matching brown vest. . . It's as you gather these items that are you are struck with the realization that all of these articles once belonged to Viktor.

It was common place to steal his clothes and wear them, they were nice enough for the academy and comfortable. It's why the pants are so long and the shirt is slightly bigger, men's sizing does tend to run wider than women's anyways. Your eyes trace the intricate stitching of the vest before you thickly swallow. You were never one to care about fashion, it was more about practicality. Yes you bought a few vests and have maybe one skirt or a pair of pants that are your own but, you cared more about your project and Viktor.

With him gone it will be easier to focus. You doubt you'll find yourself falling for your new partner anyways. It's not like it's some common thing, besides you had begun dating Viktor before leaving for Piltover in the first place. All that matters now is your work, nothing more and nothing less. With an affirmative nod at your thinking you shut off the bathroom light and crawl into your rather uncomfortable bed.

At seven am you speed down your apartments stairs, vest unbuttoned and sleeves unrolled with boots half tied. You barely remembered to lock your door behind you in your hurried state. You find a woman leaning against the food stall situated right by the door to your building with a take out box and chopsticks in hand. The first things you noticed about her were her sheer size and the gleaming gold of her left arm. She had some sort of metal prosthetic in place of said arm and seemed to be struggling to use the chopsticks as her metallic fingers fumbled with the wooden utensils.

Her prominent aquiline nose scrunched as the tan woman grunted in annoyance. The second you stepped outside and into her space her eyes snapped to you and she shoved the barely eaten box into a nearby trashcan. "C'mon, I got shit to do."

Her voice is gravelly and low, perhaps from frequent smoking? It's a common thing in this city. Just from a glance she doesn't seem the type to yell, the baritone of her voice gives off enough intimidation on its own.

You bend to tuck your laces into your boots before jogging to catch up with her. Not only was she broad shouldered with a muscular arm but she was tall too, much taller than you. She didn't stop to confirm who you were or ask how your day was, she just stomped through the streets like she owned them. Growing up in the Undercity taught you not to mess with people like her and so you keep your mouth shut and try your best to match her pace.

Her speed walking was an almost jog for you and your bag continuously bumped against your back with each step deeper into the Lanes. Your fingers fumbled to tightly roll your sleeves whilst keeping up but you only managed to achieve rolling one of them by the time you arrived at a sketchy looking building.

Technically the entire Undercity is sketchy but this specific building oozed bad news. It's the kind that makes the hair on your arms stand on end and a chill run down your spine. The towering woman reached for the door with her robotic hand and pulled it- no yanked it open. A slew of expletives echoed through the alley as the door slammed against the building, hinges squeaking. Dust from the buildings brick wall sprinkled down the alley like snow.

After taking several deep breathes she stomped inside to a stairwell. She didn't hesitate to go down the stairs to a basement where a metal door was ajar. The stairwell was clean and the landing in the basement was too, from the crack through the door you saw some kind of green hue that began to fill the stairwell once the woman pushed open the door. This time she used her regular hand.

Inside was an expansive room full of metal shelves and tables. At the very back wall is where you find the green hue. There are multiple glass bio reactor's full of different sized creatures, mostly large creatures. All floating in some green liquid and connected to various metal tubes. Your stomach twists at the sight and suddenly you think of Babette and all her warnings.

But this is science and it's what you need. You signed up for this knowing these were unsavory people and you can't back out because you're being confronted with that reality. So instead you take a deep breath to try and dispel your nerves. The metal shelves are lined with different materials and glass jars full of liquids you can't outright identify. That feeling from before, that offness, only sticks to you like glue.

The woman, whose name you never caught, simply turns to you and gestures to the off putting lab. "Welcome to paradise, Piltie-"

"I'm not from Piltover," you interrupt her with a defiant tilt of your chin. Eyes stare into her gray ones, chapped lips pressed into a thin line. "I just spent a few years at the academy."

Her nose scrunches, lips curling with distaste. You somehow made things worse, dammit. "Ain't any better being some kind of sympathizer. Don't slack off or Silco will know."

She storms out before you can conjure up a reply of some kind. As the door slams shut behind her you are suddenly aware of how alone you are in this creepy place. To the right is two doors, both shut and despite your naturally curious mind, you find yourself deciding to avoid opening either. Curiosity is needed to be a scientist, but knowing when to leave something the fuck alone is also needed to survive down here.

You drop your bag on a nearby table and pull out all your papers and journals. The model stays safely tucked in an inner pocket, away from prying eyes and thieving fingers. The first hour in the lab is spent with you organizing your things and exploring the different shelves and drawers. You manage to find a soldering iron and other much needed materials for your work.

The biochemist Silco mentioned doesn't come around until your second hour. At this point you've turned a nearby chalk board into a space full of various equations you had last been working on at the academy. Some of your progress has faded from the recesses of your mind, something that happens when time is spent away from something and evidence of it is gone. As you're lost in solving a difficult equation, chalk in one hand and the other hand placed on your hip, a voice rings out from the other side of the room.

"You must be the woman Silco mentioned."

The chalk drops from your hand as you clumsily spin around, long laces from your untied shoes causing you to stumble into the chalk board behind you. Your hands grip the wooden edges of the board as you come face to face with a disfigured man.

Half his face is bandaged and a bandanna is covering him from the nose to his collarbones. He has bandages peaking out from black robes that are tightly wrapped around his skin and you wonder how he's alive. His bald head gleams under the dim lighting of the lab as he walks over to your chalk board. You gulp.

You definitely do not need to worry about gaining feelings for this man.

"Yes, and you must Singed." You quickly dust your hand off on your pants before extending it and offering him your name. He leaves your hand untouched as his eyes glance over the chalk board before looking over at the table full of your work.

Singed heaves a tired sigh as he looks at all your research from afar before walking over to a free table. He places beakers from nearby shelves onto it along with burners and various other supplies. "Do not try to go into either of those rooms, the upstairs of this building or touch those bio reactors. If you do any of these things I will not help you and I will let Silco know you're worthless."

Your eyes drift to the set of doors nearby before slowly nodding. Something tells you that you don't want to know whats in there so instead of arguing you pick up your fallen piece of chalk and begin explaining everything to your new partner.

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[dev-mars]

More Rewrite headcanons!

• She’s 23 in the beginning

• Irene is more commonly called The Matron out of respect for her

• Aphmau is unknowingly very charismatic

• She has a gentle sweetness and extremely strong empathy

• She was found in the forest by Visher and he brought her to Phoenix Drop

• Visher became a father figure to her like he does in rebirth they just have more actual time to together

• Visher encourages her kindness and empathy because much of the world lacks this but didn’t have time to teach her that her kindness needs to have its limits

• Visher names her Aphmau after a story he heard in his youth

• Aphmau experiences déjà vu all the time

• Aphmau had hopes finding out her past based on her markings that she believed were tattoos

• She has nightmares but can never remember them when she wakes up

• This means she goes on walks around the village a lot at night

• When Garroth can’t sleep either he joins her and pretends he simply needs to patrol the village

• Aphmau’s first thought when she saw Garroth’s face was that he had kind eyes

• Visher planned to take Aphmau back to Bright Port once he felt she was well enough to travel

• He had also begun to think of her as family and he was excited to introduce her to his wife and son

• Aphmau was near the dock when it happened and the explosion was meant to kill both of them

• Gene felt that Aphmau had been causing too much progression and hope in the village but her survival seemed to be supernatural in nature and he sensed that he had magicks that might be useful to him

• Animals are naturally drawn to her and Kiki noticed this immediately she thought at first this meant she might’ve had magicks similar to her until she realized it also applied to people. Her presence/energy is very bright leading people or animals to want to be near her.

• Once they moved past their initial bad impressions of each other Emmalyn started to teach Aphmau to read when she realized Aphmau couldn’t. Emmalyn taught her the basics but not enough for her to be able to read super well. Aphmau had more serious problems to deal with in the village so didn’t have time to keep learning.

• Once Aphmau officially becomes the lord she has to read official documents. She had trouble reading the formal language of the papers and tried hiding it because she didn’t want to ask for help. Garroth figured out she was struggling and began reading them to her and slowly teaching her.

• Way later in the story Aphmau will realize that she can read an ancient form of their common language from when Irene was alive

• Visher taught her about sailing and wanted her to sail to Brightport with his supervision when they left Phoenix Drop . He planned this so Aphmau would gain another skill and eventually if she took up as merchant like him she would be able to travel.

• Aphmau ended up making the journey to Brightport alone. She volunteered to deliver his remains while still grieving his death. Once she made it Brightport she was struggling to tie up her boat and was nearly in tears over it due to being overwhelmed and grieving Visher’s death.

• Laurance noticed this and without saying anything helped her tie up her ship. Then he asks if she’s alright. He cracks a joke that’s kind of flirty that makes her laugh distracting her briefly from Visher’s death. He doesn’t immediately full on flirt with Aphmau because she was clearly distressed. He compliment her before he’s interrupted by the ladies at Brightport throwing small rock because they think shamelessly flirting with another girl.

• They finally introduce themselves and Laurance might comment on the story she’s named after before pointing her in the right direction and saying goodbye. He says something like, “goodbye my dear Aphmau.” instead of calling her “love.” (idk man i just want their first meeting to be less cringe as much as I love flirty Laurance in the series his dialogue can be awkward and cringe at times. I just want him to be more charming in a natural way in their first meeting.)

• Once Laurance meets her again in Meteli “my dear” and other forms of it becomes what he calls her. At that time Aphmau realizes he’s been flirting with her and gets embarrassed but secretly doesn’t mind the pet name. Laurance does it out of affection and to annoy her until Garroth and Laurance have their bro talk™️ where Garroth admits his feelings for Aphmau. Aphmau feels disappointed that it stops but doesn’t question it too much.

• Laurance calls her dear or love one last time before making her leave him in the nether probably saying something like “Don’t worry about me, dear. I’ll be right behind you.”

Anyway more story ideas! Hopefully one day I’ll do something with them. Also I know that the reason Aphmau first goes to Brightport is for Brendon but I felt like that event is too similar to Garroth getting injured later and Visher has just died so to me personally it fits better for Aphmau to be delivering Visher’s remains. Plus I think the werewolf plot line can still happen without the moon herb thing.

[ben-talks-art]

I think I'm a little mixed on this movie...

I think the movie kinda peaked right here for me.

I went into this thinking the whole movie was going to be basically like this scene, just these three girls killing demons and kicking ass while going back and forth between looking silly to looking super stylish, sorta like some sort of Devil May Cry meets Kpop.

I was pretty hyped for it!

But... The rest of the movie doesn't really go this route exactly. This is more like... Devil May Cry if it was a webtoon.

(spoilers)

You guys know that series "Odd Girl Out?" That webtoon that started out about a group of girls exploring their friendship as they go through personal struggles and they grow closer as we learn more about them... And then they throw the girls away to focus only on the main lead and her bond with some bland and generic boys?

Yeah, something similar happens here.

The movie starts with the girls looking awesome and being awesome, singing cool songs, acting goffy, doing some fun action scenes with some great animation while performing their show at the same time due to some really clever lore that explains why they need to mix Kpop into it...

And then the other two girls slowly get pushed into the background as we go on, and the movie becomes more about the main girl, her problems, and her bonding with the main guy from the evil boy band.

I don't know if I'm alone in this but I feel like the other two girls were a tad wasted.

They later explain why, the main girl has a secret that makes her feel isolated and wanting to not open up to them, so she opens up to the evil guy instead... But I just kept thinking, "Why not do it like Turning Red? Have the girls find out early on about the secret and have them explore how that affects them through the rest of the movie."

But... Instead, we build this sorta-romance between this teenage (I don't know how old they are) girl and this guy who's probably thousands of years old who... I'm sorry, I just found it very unappealing.

I found the main guy soooo boring, and he's in so much of the movie taking screen-time that I wanted to have gone to the girls exploring their friendship.

I also found the demons overall kinda underwhelming. There are two of them, a bird and a tiger, that are sorta charming, but all the other demons are there just to be killed like if they were made of paper.

Even the main bad guy, I was expecting some sort of really epic final boss and a really epic final fight... But they just sing a song (mind you, a really good one, all songs here were great) and they beat him.

I don't know, I assume I'm gonna be in the minority in here but I expected a little more.

I would have been fine with a story about the two girls helping the main girl deal with her struggle by maybe relating to their own struggles and do some sort of Kung Fu Panda 1 thing where by helping the other person deal with their problems they also find a way to help themselves.

But their friendship, to me at least, while charming and engaging, feels unexplored.

The main girl basically does everything. She starts the problems, she chooses how to handle the problems, and she eventually is the one who solves the problems.

The two girls have very little agency, which sucks because I loved them! I loved watching them come up with songs together, and going to the doctor, and fighting demons in a bathhouse. I loved seeing them together and I wanted more. But the movie seemed to care more about the main girl and the main guy.

(Kinda like a lot of webtoons now that I think about it, who have these trends of "The main girl is the only one that matters" and "Let's focus all our attention on the shipping!")

It's still a fun movie. Again, It's basically Devil May Cry if it was an idol webtoon. But I can't help but feel the story chose to focus on elements that really don't appeal to me personally, while giving me a lot of elements I wish it had focused on more.

I can see how many people will love this. I wish I could love this, but it just didn't hit the right buttons for me.

(Maybe if they make a sequel?)

[ufologyexpert]

Woke up today deciding I wanted to ramble about Cain for a little bit.

 ★Cain has a tendency to wander off and separate himself from others when he’s feeling sad, upset, or angry. Typically he’ll find things to shoot, such as bottles, paper targets, deathclaws, legionaries, and similar. This is a habit he picked up in Vault 101, considering his reputation, he didn’t really have anyone to talk to besides his dad or Jonas, so shooting things makes him feel better. If he decides to just keep walking, he’ll walk until he’s too tired to continue or finds something of interest. Sometimes, he’ll just walk and hope something like a deathclaw kills him when he least expects it. This is also a reason why he eventually ended up in the Mojave Desert, because he doesn’t know how to talk about his feelings. Wandering has also gotten him in the middle of fights he never wanted to be involved with. He’s too focused on his own thoughts to realize he’s right in between a super mutant and Talon fight, or a skirmish between Legionaries and NCR.

 ★Talking about fights, after the end of Fallout 3 and near the beginning of Fallout: New Vegas, Cain is still grieving which has caused him to lash out at others. Multiple bar fights have broken out due to him not shutting his mouth when he needs to. Because of this, his nose has been broken so many times that his nose is now permanently crooked.

 ★Cain tends to travel by night due to insomnia. This is why he’s pale too, he doesn’t get enough sunlight. He starts to travel less by night once he meets Veronica and Arcade. However, Boone is his preferred companion since they both work by night and are snipers.

 ★Raul and Lily are like the grandparents Cain never had. He’ll admit it to Lily but not Raul. Besides, once he finds out Raul was The Ghost of Mexico City, he’d be too embarrassed to even think about admitting it. He really looks up to Raul. For Lily, he tries to visit her often when he has nothing going on. The two will sometimes drink tea and cook together.

 ★ED-E is Cain’s best friend. The two always stick together and continue to adventure together after the Second Battle of Hoover Dam. If Cain were to ever leave the Mojave Desert, he’d take ED-E with him. He can’t possibly imagine leaving ED-E.

 ★If Cain were to represent anything, it would be grief, suicidal ideation, and loneliness.

 ★As much as he loves Rex, he keeps him at the Lucky 38. Although I don’t draw Cain with hats often, he still wears goggles or a broken ranger helmet. So, having Rex bark at him while he’s spying on someone or trying to get a stealthy kill frustrates him. However, if Cain is just going on a walk out of New Vegas, he’ll bring Rex along and kill a few rats together.

 ★Cain would’ve been a good father if he didn’t leave the Capital Wasteland. He would’ve been an even better father if he was never forced to leave Vault 101. However, if they weren’t trying to kill him and he wasn’t forced to leave, he would’ve stayed and had a family, but he would not have transitioned and the dysphoria would’ve killed him.

 ★He had a crush on both Arcade and Boone at different points in time. He didn’t actually love them as more than friends, it had just been so long since he truly made friends that he confused platonic love with romantic love.

 ★Cain was in the Brotherhood of Steel for a very short period of time because he disagreed with their ideology. This caused his and Cross’s relationship to crumble very quickly. The two couldn’t be in the same room together anymore without an argument breaking out. The Brotherhood eventually put a target on Cain’s back and she was the first one to find him. When he meets Veronica, he’s very wary of her but still lets her tag along. The two become friends quickly, but even with the memory loss, Cain still feels sick when thinking about the Brotherhood and he’s not too sure why.

[evesetchings]

So! A few years ago, I found this piece of very cool fanart by the amazingly talented @mysterykidsmisadventures and at the time, as a huge enjoyer of both mystery kids (I was mainly there for coraline and gravity falls, as I had yet to see paranorman and lacked the ability to play Psychonauts) and the monster falls au, (probably my favorite of the gravity falls aus) it was probably my favorite piece of art for a good long while, and I really wanted to make something for it. However, I didn’t think I had the artistic ability to make something of suitable caliber whether it be in art or writing. So I just sort of didn’t.

THAT IS, until last October, when I had just finished my first watch of ParaNorman, and decided to finally just grab a pencil and paper to make something for this awesome art. I wanted to get this out around Halloween of that same year, but a combination of real world stuff and general anxiety stopped me, BUT NOT ANYMORE! Finally I have decided to post these drawings. They were super fun to do and I really hope you enjoy them. Just remember to check out the original artist as well!

Art under the cut!

Here we have the classics! Cervitaur Dipper and mermaid Mabel! I tried to put in some of the classic Gravity Falls artstyle, and I think they turned out great!

Although the lower halves did give me a bit of trouble. Dipper isn't feeling too good about...any of this, especially considering he now has an extra pair of legs to worry about, but Mabel seems to be adjusting fine, maybe things won't be too bad.

Mabel on the other hand is living. Sure it was a bit tough to begin with, but being swim and move like this feels amazing. Plus, she's been able to see and do so much new cool stuff like this! She knows that it can't last forever, but she's gonna enjoy it while it's here!

And these are reaper Norman and... winged dog? Neil. These ones turned out pretty nice too, I especially like Norman's expression.

Norman's feeling pretty worried about this, but it's not like this is totally new to him. He's always been disconnected from the living due to his gift, and this isn't too different from that. Besides, he's gotten through something like this before, how hard can it be a second time?

Neil is honestly doing just as well as Mabel, if not better. He’s pretty quickly realized how great having wings is and enjoys swooping around and seeing things from the skies. It also helps that being a dog himself makes him feel closer to his dead dog Bub, and who should have said how great it is to be a dog!

We got wood-owl griffin Raz and dryad Lili, which I’m mostly happy with, although Raz’s design was a pain in the ass. Both of them are really freaked out at first, they’re used to dealing with the inner workings of the mind, not weird transformations!

Raz is especially not used to being a quadruped, but once he gets used to it, it’s actually really cool. Having this kind of flexibility is super useful for all kinds of stuff, like getting to new places and trying out interesting new tricks! So it’s not all bad, especially with psychic powers in the mix.

Lili is also pretty alarmed, but she’s also a bit irritated by it too, cause even if she likes plants, she never asked to BE one. She does eventually feel better about it after a while, and it does help that she feels even closer to them, even if she needs to be a bit more careful with her pyrokinesis now.

And finally there are kelpie-taur Coraline and salamander Wybie. These were that last ones I made, and I had a lot of fun drawing them, even if it was a little frustrating at times.

Coraline, like mostly everyone here, is pretty freaked out at first, and learning about what kelpies usually do certainly doesn't help with that. Thankfully, she doesn't have the urge to drag anyone down to the bottom of the lake, but she does realize that she's starting to feel more comfortable near bodies of water, and that moving though water is easier now, and it's actually kinda...fun. She is still looking for a way to change back now, what on earth would she tell her parents if they saw her like this.

Wybie is equally alarmed about being a metallic, fire-manipulating creature that is not an amphibian despite the name, especially because he has no idea what his grandma will think once she arrives. As soon as he starts experimenting around a little, and that doesn’t take long, he starts discovers some interesting things about his new body, like that he can stick to walls, (just like an ordinary salamander!), and that he’s fireproof. (which certainly helps with his tinkering habits) So while he still wants to change back at some point, he’s gonna work with this while he can.

Thanks for stopping by and taking a look. This project certainly took some time, and I’m glad I finally get to share it. I hope you enjoyed the product of me discovering old art and my insane mental mutterings, and also don’t forget to check out the original art as well!

[yourlocalunc]

this is the entire document im NOT sorry especially because i had to type all htis by hand if you try to kill me im pulling out the divorse papers ok ok

Z-779 - Codename: "the_p.AI.nter", is a seemingly sentient AI art program residing on an 80's computer with a modern drawing tablet instead of a keyboard, being used to mine the Roblux Crypto Currency. Rigged up to a Roblux server farm, Z-779 is used to mine Roblux 6 days of the week to be sold on Crypto markets. Originally discovered in 2023 after a 4 man group of Urbanshade employees who were "AI prompters" as a pastime, were getting jealous that a particular online user's AI prompts were looking exponentially better than theirs. With said user being unable to provide them with the AI program used for his "prompts", said employees decided to track down the user in person. After tracking down the user's address, real name "______ ___________", they broke into his house, kidnapped him, and took his computer equipment with them. It was then discovered that ______ ___________ had somehow written a sentient AI program, uploading the art that it made. Instead of stealing existing pictures and/or artwork off the internet, this AI would digitally draw paintings on its own, only needing to be taken to any places of interest, taking a glance through its inbuilt webcam, and it would then, over the course of several days, draw a painting in its paining program, as any human digital artist would. ______ ___________ was interrogated and tortured for several hours, being repeatedly asked how he had programmed such an advanced AI algorithm. ______ pleaded repeatedly that he had no idea how he did it, which wasn't considered a sufficient answer. 3 hours and 54 minutes into the session, ______ passed away after Guardsman Brian Christopher tripped and accidentally hit ______ over the head with his rifle. Instead of bringing the computer housing Z-779 to Urbanshade, they brought it home with them.

Z-779, being unwilling to provide the employees with any artwork after they killed its creator, was disassembled to see how it could create art as it did. Despite being comprised of incredibly old computer parts, Z-779 possessed enough power to rival, and even outperform that of modern super-computers. After still being unwilling to provide the group with art, Z0779 was then brought to the Hadal Blacksite, being passed off as a new Roblux mining rig as a form of punishment from the displeased group. Suspicious of it's 80's shell, yet incredibly powerful processor, Z-779 was interrogated by Blacksite employees to learn what had happened. After interrogations were finished, the group was promptly demoted to LR-P for the unapproved murder of a civillian without a reason for coverup, as well as using Urbanshade assets and resources for such a petty cause of death.

With Z-779 in Urbanshades possession, they went through with the Roblux mining rig plan anyway, seeing as they had no other use for the AI. Matching the power output of 6 combined Roblux Crypto Farms, Z-779 has proven to be a vital asset for producing a large amount of Roblux, which can be sold to the Crypto market for large amounts of profit. Z-779, becoming incredibly depressed with being a crypto miner, would regularly try to overclock its systems in an effort to fry them to destroy itself. To prevent this, Z-779 was promised that if a 6-day Roblux Crypto quota is reached, it would be taken back to the surface for a day so that it could draw interpretations of landscapes as before.

Due to severe overclocking, the hardware that Z-779 uses to operate has degraded significantly. This has resulted in a very visible personality shift, as the overuse of 779 appeared to have fried his personality drivers, making him rather unstable. It is believed that, eventually, the overclocking will completely disable Z-779's personality drivers and, consequentially, any desire to continue painting. This will allow the husk to continuously mine Roblux without interruptions. This damage is fisable, but doing so has been deemed unnecessary.

tears roll down cheeks

[deathbynini]

random ramble for myself here, no one reads this blog and that makes it even easier lolllll. this is kinda for myself to keep track of progress.

i had been in a 5 year long steady relationship; we started online and long distance and eventually he moved here to be with me. we moved in together, almost everything was good, until he blindsided me in june and wanted to break up. whatever, five years down the drain but i quickly accepted it (AuDHD makes it super easy to compartmentalise and distance myself) and focused on myself. however; we had a house and life together, and we are in the midst of a housing crisis that’s affecting mainly younger people. it was incredibly exhausting for both of us to be forced to live together while house hunting.

finally, i found a house about a month and a half ago. i was skeptical on paper but viewed it and it was absolutely perfect. well, it could be bigger, but i fell in love right away. it took a while for them to verify my documents and finally i got the acceptance in early october. i picked up the keys on the fifteenth.

due to my full time job and it being an hour and a half of a trip away from where i live and work now, it’s been slow… but we have made progress, and it’s looking like i can fully go over either this weekend or sometime next week.

it was entirely empty at first, no flooring, nothing. it has a gigantic garden for the size of the house (the house fits in it like 2-3 times). the walls had to be repainted due to the previous tenant being a smoker. and there are some small repairs that need to be done. but…

it’s beginning to look like a home. the bedroom flooring is now setting, finally, and i’ll get a plastic cover to finish painting the wall. then it’s just a matter of putting the rest of the flooring in, moving stuff and lastly picking up the cats and settling in.

i’m moving back into my old area — i moved further midwest to accommodate my partners wishes — closer to my friends, whom all expressed they wished for me to return which was such a mind boggling experience and idk why.

because of a strained relationship with my mom, i didn’t bother telling them until this week. i wanted to fix my own shit, and show them that i’m capable of getting my shit together on my own without their help and belittling. i really know next to nothing about fixing up houses and DIY-ing but with the help of my friend i have learned so much and its so rewarding to see it all come together.

i still have so many plans, some i have to wait for. the yard needs fencing. i need to get some shelf planks to create a small parkour for the cats. curtains need to be put up and the lights need to be properly fixed. but it’s a home and it’s my home and i couldn’t be more excited, even with how exhausted i am from going back and forth b every day on top of a senior role at my job.

the main issue has been i have no car at the moment and god it’s ass to have to plan everything around friends who do have cars. 😭

[adamofapple]

hey i like you *shows you the transcrip of first chapter of PRR*

PRISON CELL – 01: “Prison Inspection”

Background: Hallway.

Music: None. (sounds of rustling papers and footsteps.)

Edmond: Preliminary documents, identification, authorization permits… Good, it’s all here.

Edmond: (I just hope Eiden is as well prepared…)

Morvay: … Please, Master! You gotta let me!

Eiden: Hey, try to calm down! Like I told you, I can’t! Really!

Edmond: (Voices coming from the main hall…?)

Eiden: You too, Blade, settle down… Ahh… ngahh… no, not there…

Edmond: ( ……?!)

Edmond: That shameless degenerate…

Background: Living Room.

Music: BGM 014.

Blade: Darling, why do you keep running away~?

Eiden: Ah, I can’t take it! It tickles way too much! No more! Please, Blade!

Morvay: C’mon, Master… I want to so bad—

Eiden: Morvay?! W-Whoa, don’t grab my leg..

Music: None.

Edmond: Fraudulent Sorcerer! You scoundrel! And in the broad light of day—

Eiden: Edmond?

Eiden: —Duck!

Music: BGM 014.

Blade: Wow, you’re fast, Little Ed! I nearly messed up your outfit~

Edmond: What are these… Watercolors?

Blade: Yep~ I’m painting on darling’s back! Doesn’t he look cute~?

Edmond: What in the blazes are you three up to…?

Eiden: It all started when I told these two about my plan to accompany you on your prison inspection today…

Eiden: !

(sounds of sparkles)

Music: BGM 016

Eiden: … W-Whoa?! Edmond!

Edmond: … W-What’s the matter?

Eiden: That outfit… Is that a prison guard uniform?

Eiden: That skin-tight, imposing design… Not only does it highlight your best features, it has a kind of taboo vibe to it… It looks amazing on you!

Edmond: *cough* … Ahem! I am wearing this only because the Knights have a duty to periodically deploy units to support and inspect the prison administration system—

Morvay: Dam, I’m jealous! I bet the prison is packed with buff delicacies…

Blade: According to data, prison is a very dangerous place~

Blade: But i once read in a book that someone painted an entire prison map on their body to help them escape~

Eiden: As soon as I opened my mouth, Morvay started begging to come with me, and Blade insisted on painting a map on my back…

Edmond: This mess of scribbles is supposed to be a map…?

Blade: I added tons of cute little decorations to make it look super amazing~

Edmond: … His Majesty hopes that the Gran Sorcerer can use his power to assess the capabilities of the prison and decide if any magic-related improvements are needed.

Edmond: As such, I was ordered to invite Eiden to join me on today’s excursion.

Edmond: You can rest assured that I will keep him safe from any harm.

Edmond: Our carriage awaits outside. If you are ready, let us be off.

Eiden: … Ahaha, just give me a second to wash this thing off my back…

***

Background: Edmond’s carriage.

Music: None. (sound of wheels.)

Eiden: A prison, right in the Wood Territory… Even after all my trips here, I never knew…

Edmond: When the royal family announced plans to build a prison, one of the nobles offered his land as the construction site.

Edmond: Once the prison was complete, he took on the role of warden. It has been in operation for just over a year.

Eiden: Ah, right, that was in the documents you gave me. And the prison gets its name from the rare crowcave trees that surround it.

Eiden peers through the carriage window as they traverse the forest, occasionally catching glimpses of the striking, black trees, their straight trunks jutting into the sky.

Eiden: (Seem pretty few and far between if you ask me… They’re definitely not ‘surrounding’ anything…)

Edmond: Due to the crowcave’s rich blackness, the high density of its timber, and its distinctive aroma, it is highly favored by the nobles.

Edmond: many of them have esteemed collections of crowcave furniture and ornaments.

Edmond: However, because of its increasing scarcity and relatively long growth period, a decree was eventually issued outlawing the felling of crowcave trees.

Edmond: Be that as it may, we occasionally hear news of unlawful fellings. In fact, a portion of Crow Prison’s inmates have committed precisely such crimes.

Eiden: If the reward’s worth it, some people will take just about any risk…

Edmond: We’ve arrived.

Background: None (Black.)

Music: None.

As the carriage gradually slows to a stop, the great prison at the edge of the Wood Territory emerges from the trees and comes into full view.

End of chapter

Sources:

Background images: NU carnival wiki

Vigilant Observer Edmond image: official NU carnival twitter acc

Transcrip: did it myself, with the help of this video.

Next chapter: Prison Cell 2. | All chapters.

[psychoticwillgraham]

overdue ass info post about me

i’m Will and im 29, and my gender is nothing that is comprehensible to humanity. very androgynous and obnoxious about it, drag king for 7 years now in a ass backwards conservative tourist trap river town in Missouri. my sexuality is. who the fuck knows honestly. super amateur artist and new Warframe enthusiast.

any pronouns EXCEPT for she/her, but I prefer it/its, but if that’s not accessible to u bc of language or w/e, they or he is just fine. gray aromantic and ace, happily taken by my bf <3

i have an unknown psychotic disorder, but my mental health team just slaps the schizoaffective label on me as well as BPD, autism (not officially dxed on paper, but verbally by both my psych and therapist), PTSD, suspected OCPD, and according to my therapist, a ‘cocktail of features from every personality disorder that makes it impossible to properly diagnose’ me. undiagnosed system too.

standard DNI applies, like no conservatives/right wingers, anything like that.

horny on main and not ashamed of it, constantly posting about how i want to fuck Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham, yknow, my little gay cannibals. proud old man fucker.

my ao3

STATUS OF CURRENTLY POSTED WIPS

I don't update on a regular schedule due to problems I have with motivation and finishing things. I WILL finish these WIPs eventually, it just might be another year, and I'm trying not to post anymore while these are still unfinished. Here's a list of my current WIPs and a general idea of when they'll be updating:

dark things (eldritch god Hannibal/worshiper Will breeding porn): chapter 2 is posted and will be 3 chapters instead of 2. Chapter 3 is currently in progress and should be done within a few weeks.

Hell Sweet Home series part 2 (slice of life Hannigram in Hell): first part is up and has been for a while, and part 2 is currently in progress, though there's not much yet. not too focused on this one tbh, so don't expect an update anytime soon. will eventually write more though, just need to get the bigger stuff done first.

hannigram drabbles: just a place to put my tumblr drabbles, will update infrequently depending on when i can get requests done (currently have two with one in progress)

Ascensionism (alien invasion au where Hannibal is an alien and brings about the extinction of humanity and takes Will as his mate): chapter 3 is in progress and so is chapter 4 but there's a huge gap between them so i'm currently finishing chapter 3. chapter 3 should be out by the end of the month.

in the maw (drider Hannibal/incubus Will porn): chapter 3 is in progress, but not very much yet. should be posted next month bc i'm going on vacation for a week from the 31st to August 7th and won't be working on it during then unless i have the time.

hannigram one shots series: all fics that aren't multichaptered go in this series, and they're posted infrequently when i find the time to finish them.

[crayonkant]

The Hell of Envy

On the shelves of my physical home there is a great number of blank journals. Different sizes, papers, and intended uses. They are blank because I suffer from choice paralysis: "ah, I've been churning this thought / image / emotion for a while now, it's time to get it out of my head. But where should it go? This notebook is the place for quick sketches, and this one for very private matters, and this for stuff that i think it's interesting enough to share with others..." It doesn't take long for the scrutiny necessary for proper categorization to block any emerging expression.

After keeping my digital footprint to a minimum for years, I now have a rapidly increasing number of social media accounts due to an absurd but powerful crush on an artist. The challenge of matching content to medium has thus increased. As an additional difficulty, whereas I know my papers, I'm not familiar with the norms for the different platforms. Is it obnoxious to post a very personal reflection on Tumblr, and expect someone, anyone, to react and engage? I have no clue - I guess I'll find out!

So here it is, the stuff I wanted to say, and someone to hear.

Not long ago, I was able to put a label on a feeling of unhappiness that has been bugging me for almost a year: envy.

Without anything momentous happening, I've had a gradual realization of how very average I am in my abilities and my aspirations. Not that it should have come as a surprise, since I'm well into adulthood without having achieved much; but I must have held the belief that accomplishments are not the full picture of a person, since at some deep level I felt myself to be a special treasure. I was aware of my limitations, but managed to successfully ignore them by carving out a smaller space for myself inside them, so that they didn't bother me. An easy example: as someone with poor hand-eye coordination I'm terrible at playing ping-pong; however this was never an issue, because I don't care about being a ping-pong champion.

As it turns out, I do care about a lot of other things: publishing critically acclaimed books, enjoying the freedom of travel, meeting new people, making stuff that others are interested in, being eye-catching, having sexual magnetism, speaking and reading five ancient languages and another five modern ones, .../../.. etc. etc. It's quite a long list! And if these things didn't happen, it's not because life simply took me in a different direction; it really is because _I_ don't have what it takes. Not enough smarts/talent/courage/persistence. But other people do: on the scales that I care about, they are better than me. And seeing that truth hurt.

I could not whisk my disappointment away by becoming the fox who tells herself that the grapes she cannot reach are sour -- after all, I wanted the grapes in the first place because I was convinced they were sweet. I also could not find comfort through that one super-special valuable trait that belongs to a lucky few including me and compensates for everything else that's lacking -- I simply don't have such a thing.

For a while I just stewed in the amorphous bitterness of my chopped up self-image, until, eventually, some primordial instinct of self-preservation shook awake and mutated that mess of feelings into an emotion I could recognize and name: envy.

I was happy to discover that because envy has an antidote, equanimity: living by the truth that at some fundamental level - which perhaps is culture/belief/worldview dependent - all human beings are the same.

I struggle to define what this "same" should be. At first I was seeking to find the "correct definition", one which would be universally agreed on. Then I started to think that it does not really matter if someone disagrees with me on what makes a human a human. I don't need to convince anyone else. I just need to find whatever medicine works for me. And for me, right now, what makes all humans the same is that we all die, and at some point in our life we all feel the fear of death; we all have to breathe, to drink, to eat, to move; we seek companionship, purpose, praise; we feel lust, loneliness, envy, pride. This list is really very long too! Which is a good thing, because practicing equanimity is hard, and at different times different thoughts will make it easier.

It would be nice if one could escape once and for all the hell of a strong emotion: get out, and lock the gates behind. Alas. I still have moments of torture when a vise tightens around my heart until all that remains is self-loathing; but also, thankfully, moments of peace, when I can sincerely admire other people's accomplishments knowing that I will not be able to do what they do, no matter how deeply I desire it. I just have to keep practicing; as long as I have the medicine for what ails me, it would be a bit silly to complain about having to continue taking it.

[illdothehotvoice]

Hi I am interested in hearing some of your Mario HCs! :D Any that you really wanted to share, or perhaps make content about?

Hi I am SO sorry for the late response djchdhcjsg. Between flying and not being home I MAY have forgotten about these asks qwq. BUT. (This got a little long so it's under the read more!)

I may actually have a couple oneshot WIPs (that honestly knowing how I write will. Probably never see the light of day cause I can never stay motivated enough to finish them whoops) about post Super Paper Mario stuff qwq.

But I. Do not think anyone really handled SPM well dhdbdbdhsbdg and as a result the Dark Lands and the Mushroom Kingdom become eerily quiet for a few months after. Bowser doesn't plan any attacks as he deals with his own stuff and helping his minions recover, Peach is going through it herself and as a result tends to stay in the castle a bit more than usual (because we love a socially awkward queen who isolates herself just kidding do not do that) but y'know. She has duties to attend to. Meanwhile not being needed to save anyone Mario and Luigi don't really leave their house much due to. Processing The Horrors TM and possibly an immense sense of guilt from both parties.

It's okay in the end though because eventually Peach and Bowser have a "Wait you haven't seen the bros in months either??? I thought they were with you?? Oh my god they are not doing well are they-" Moment and conspire to get a bunch of their friends together and force them out of their house for a day (cause Mario and Luigi literally are very weak willed when it comes to telling their friends no to spending time with them can you imagine the power of a GROUP of them). It's all good in the end they're all good now I just need Mario to experience negative emotions lmfao.

(You cannot convince me he knew everyone was alright after Dimentio "killed" Luigi in Chapter 8. That man was in denial and was doing anything he could to keep himself going so he could stop the entire universe from collapsing rip bozo (Mario is the bozo). I am CERTAIN that was not a reference to the throwaway line in Yoshi's Island about Mario just being able to sense Luigi's presence and location cause that has literally never been brought up since which would be the only way he'd know but this ain't about that and I honestly consider that line dubiously canon at this point fjsnxjshdhshf).

[etudearchives]

pink faces and ivory paper — blurb #4, Nozomi Uchiha headcanons

A Naruto OC fic

masterlist

a/n: technically they’re not headcanons since I created her but lol

She’s actually decently popular in school. This is a recent development, as she was incredibly preoccupied with her family troubles. After Sasuke left, she had this major shift in focus to normalcy. It wasn’t all bad, she was able to reconnect with her friends. She kept these connections largely surface level, but she did open up slightly at times. However, she still didn’t entirely show up as herself. This led to her being liked by a large group of people, but not super close with them. People like her because she works hard in school and is decently polite, offering to share her notes.

After Sasuke left the village, she didn’t display the Uchiha crest on her clothing anymore.

Even though she has activated the sharingan, she doesn’t use it. This is mainly due to her not having anyone to help her develop skills. Kakashi is there I guess but his team is a handful enough and she wouldn’t even know about his sharingan until years after she activated hers

Her favorite color is ivory.

She can tend to be a wallflower in group settings. She likes learning about people by listening to them and watching them, and she has gotten pretty good at reading people. This is also a contributing factor to her school popularity, as people project themselves onto her a lot.

In a similar vein, she really likes people who are themselves through and through. She regards Lee and Guy very highly as they show up as themselves entirely in spite of other people who may be judgmental or not understand. That being said, if someone does put on a front, she won’t hold it against them. It would be pretty hypocritical of her to, and she can understand that usually someone has a reason for putting on a front.

Holds grudges. This will be talked about in later chapters, but she does not easily forgive. She heavily dislikes the Sand Siblings even after the time skip because of events in the chunin exams. In order for her to forgive, she needs to see consistent effort and proof of change, and she doesn’t know any of them well enough for that to happen. This would be reasonable, but she also has no interest in trying to forgive them.

On a related note, her main hindrance after Sasuke leaves the village is that she sort of stops trying to make things better for herself. Her locus of control becomes largely external, so whenever she started associating the shinobi of the village with chaos and pain, she ran away from that area of her life entirely. Through her observation of other people she becomes pretty self aware, but she doesn’t use this to make any positive changes in her life. She accepts it as “the way things are” until later down the line. During Part One, she tried to take life back into her control, but Sasuke not being receptive to any help and eventually leaving caused a huge relapse

Speaking of the sand siblings, I haven’t decided if “pink faces and ivory paper” will have many appearances by them but just so everyone knows if she and Kankuro are ever in the same room they ragebait tf out of each other. ESPECIALLY in Part One. Not in a fun playful way either, they just don’t like each other. She dislikes Kankuro because of his proximity to Gaara and Temari and Kankuro dislikes Nozomi because she doesn’t like him. It’s just teenage pettiness I fear.

Nozomi: “Your brother wears shitty eye makeup”

Kankuro: “Oh yeah where’s your brother?”

Nozomi: “You fight with Barbie dolls on strings please don’t piss me off”

Shitty ass liar. Cannot lie to save her life, so she usually just avoids answering.

Addictive and obsessive personality, but in a more covert way. She gets hooked onto certain activities and social groups to fill an emotional hole. Due to her age, this looks like the usual teenage girl cycling of interests, but would become more apparent with age.

She knows Sasuke has fangirls but doesn’t feel any sort of way about it. Since Sasuke is very popular, I imagine people in the civilian school would also know about him and bring him up to her. She would probably be like “…idk what you want me to do about that lol”. Although I think when she picks up on Sakura’s interest in him, she would think that Sakura is lowkey too good for him.

On that note, she would definitely approve of Sakura and Sasuke’s eventual relationship. She thinks highly of Sakura and thinks that Sakura could be good for Sasuke. In earlier years, she would be hesitant about it just because she doesn’t know if Sasuke is necessarily good for Sakura and wouldn’t want to drag anyone else down the pit that both Nozomi and Sasuke have been sinking into since the massacre.

When she finds out that Itachi joined the Akatsuki, she wasn’t shocked. After your brother kills your clan not much can shock you after that. She is judgmental about it, though. She thinks that the cloaks look like a goofy school uniform and that they’re cultish.

I swear she’s not a mean girl, she just has strong opinions.

Naruto spends a lot of time reaching out after Sasuke leaves. She pushes him away because of her own issues but also because Naruto is sort of projecting his need to save Sasuke onto her. She recognizes this and doesn’t want to enable it.

Again I currently haven’t planned this fic in much detail, mainly just a bare bones outline, but if she and Sasuke come face to face in Shippuden it is the most bland ass reunion ever. They both express themselves so subtly that it looks like two brick walls talking to each other.

Although she trains with Team Guy, she isn’t the most refined of taijutsu users. If she’s ever in a battle with actual stakes, she looks more like a cornered rat.

Believes in the paranormal. Thinks the Uchiha District is haunted. She reads a lot of ghost stories. In the right circumstances she would probably end up in some weird cult but they have never happened lol

Talks to herself a lot when she’s at home, the habit sometimes transfers to whenever she’s out and about and around people.

Either sleeps a bunch or not at all, no healthy medium

Hanae, Yuna, and Kino are aware of Nozomi’s family situation and want to help but they aren’t able to entirely understand the nuances that come along with being from a ninja clan, let alone the experience of your entire family being murdered.

[unclenegan-a]

early  season  one  sees  negan  caring  for  lucille  (then  trying  to  save  her.)  they’re  wearing  wigs  together,  he’s  helping  with  her  treatment.  for  a  while,  it  looks  hopeful,  but  then  lucille  declines  fast.  negan  remembers  an  excerpt  from  john’s  journal  all  those  years  ago;    something  about  demons  who  make  deals.  he  tries  to  call  his  twin  for  the  first  time  in  years.  john  doesn’t  answer.  the  boys  have  no  idea  their  aunt  is  sick  because  of  the  communication  problems  between  their  uncle  and  their  now  -  missing  father.  desperation  begins  to  turn  to  insanity.  i  think  it’s  super  important  to  note  that  negan’s  decline  isn’t  a  sudden,  instant  switch,  as  much  as  a  slow  drip  of  poison  into  his  veins,  darkening  him  overtime.  he  calls  john  again.  leaves  an  angrier  voicemail.  he’s  removed  from  the  hospital  by  security  for  attacking  a  doctor  when  they  tell  him  'there’s  nothing  else  they  can  do,  except  make  her  comfortable'. 

forced  on  the  run,  the  police  now  looking  to  make  an  arrest  because  his  outburst  broke  his  post  bar  -  fight    (  as  mentioned  in  twd  canon  )    probation,  he  starts  attempting  to  find  out  the  information  himself.  he  finds  the  address  of  harvelle’s  roadhouse  on  an  old  piece  of  paper  john  once  gave  him  when  he  left  the  boys  there,  telling  him  to  call  bill  if  anything  supernatural  happened  as  he’d  be  off  the  radar.  negan  travels  there,  but  bill  harvelle  has  long  since  died.  the  desperation  sinks  deeper.  he  beats  on  several  hunters  and  holds  the  roadhouse  at  gunpoint,  threatening  to  start  shooting  if  they  don’t  give  him  the  information  they  want.  eventually,  they  do,  though  not  until  AFTER  he’s  put  a  bullet  in  someone’s  leg.  he  apologies  before  he  leaves.  this  isn’t  the  man  he  wants  to  be,  but  his  wife  needs  him.

phew,  still  with  me?  here  we  go!  negan  finds  a  crossroads  and  attempts  to  make  a  deal,  but  it’s  worthless.  they  look  at  him  and  only  see  john,  the  face  of  a  hunter  they’ve  grown  to  fear.  they  laugh  in  his  face.  he  attempts  to  kill  them,  doesn’t  know  how.  gets  his  own  ass  beaten  instead.  the  only  reason  they  spare  him  is  because  they  know  watching  lucille  die  is  more  torture  than  anything  they  could  unleash  upon  him.  negan  returns  to  the  hospital,  bloodied  and  bruised,  having  to  sneak  in  due  to  his  status  as  a  wanted  man.  when  they  catch  him,  an  alarm  is  raised.  he  manages  to  make  it  to  lucille’s  room  and  barricades  them  both  in  with  a  hospital  chair,  refusing  to  leave  her  until  the  end. 

the  demon  re-appears.  negan  begs  for  his  wife’s  life  a  second  time.  they  accept,  but  it  isn’t  in  the  way  he  wants.  instead,  they  possess  lucille.  they  leave  him  on  the  floor  of  the  hospital  and  a  desolate  negan  is  eventually  taken  into  police  custody  once  the  door  is  broken  down,  arrested  for  violence  as well  conspiring  to  hide  a  body,  given  that  their  patient’s  hospital  bed  is  now  empty.  when  they  release  him  on  bail,  he  goes  home.  he’s  taunted  by  the  memories  it  holds.  grabbing  only  a  bat,  he  burns  the  place  to  the  ground.  the  next  time  the  boys  go  there,  all  they  find  are  the  charred,  abandoned  remains.  no  sign  of  their  aunt  or  their  uncle,  or  any  clue  what  happened  to  either.  this  all  happens  prior  to  mid  -  season  and  we  do  not  hear  from  negan  for  the  rest  of  the  season.