#this has been a brainworm of mine for a while

[iheartdottie]

ur swap au art is SO GOOD! I love knight's design especially his outfit which transfers over to dogman, and the detail of the crossed bones motif is the cherry on top!!

i've had brainworms abt ur swap au since the first post abt dogman hating the way he acts like a dog and it's CANON?? ur brain is so big and mine must be too i cant believe i thoughts that second but listen ok what if lil greg can talk in human speech but dogman can't cause the surgery damaged his vocal cords + knight never let him learn 'speaking' english. maybe dogman is a strict dad.

love your au and u don't have to reply to this if u don't want to, it;s ur au and im basically adding some ahh hcs : ( LOVE YOUR ARTS. EATING THEM RN. THANK U FOR SHARING THEM

Ive also been thinking about including that detail but i was afraid the au (or in general) would become a little tooo different from the original, since i wanted to abide by the books (📚✋️🫩), that only cats can talk, not dogs.

But ya know what, why not, it'll make lil greggy's character more funny and little like lil petey haha. It's definitely Petey that taught LG how to speak and write english. Especially after he found out that LG loved to create stories through his drawings. He wanted LG to be as educated as any other child since he was a "stray".

Greg was horrified when he first heard LG speak english but later turned into hatred when he was told it was his nemesis who taught him it. He usually has to demand LG to talk their dog language, but ofc LG doesn't listen to him haha and after a while Greg just sorta disregards it since he also understands english.

(BUT STILL TALK BARK TO ME)

Greg is definitely a strict dada just like petey in the original. But ofc love finds a way to tear down those walls sometimes.

Lil greggy really likes that he can now speak words. Words also made his little books more interesting to look at. And it's so cool to know two languages! He still talks bark to his dada when he's not being supa silly. This catches Greg off guard sometimes too lol.

Gee, thanks for the push man. I was going NUTS over this specific detail haha. But now I'll make it official to my au. I'd love to hear from you again, you also have a big beautiful brain anon and thank you for all the love I am truly grateful for all of it🫰⚞😄⚟💕

[just-beyond-ecoust]

pressure machine (album) by the killers x bj

in another life / s8ep22 / pressure machine / s8ep22 / in another life / s8ep22 / in the car outside / s8ep6 / in another life / s10ep17 / in another life

[lsunstreakerl]

hello everyone I have tiny platonic max and george brainworms so here you go! 3k of the most unorganized universe ever LOL. gen, max POV, george POV, alex POV, christian POV, and an extremely brief nico POV. this is kind of in chronological order? it's little snapshots, don't think too hard about it.

"George."

Max shoves at his shoulder, hissing his name through his teeth. They both hate running, which means it's a team effort. It's also a terrible start to their day, considering waking each other up feels like more of a high pressure sport than the actual driving.

"Wake up."

He shoves again, and George throws an arm out, halfheartedly smacking him in the face.

"I'm up, I'm up. Christ, you're as graceful as a fucking tractor."

"At least I'm consistent."

"Consistently dickish."

George slides off his futon, fumbling for his water next to the bed while Max waits impatiently. He takes his time, and Max is sure that he's only doing it to be an annoyance.

"Your shoe is untied."

"No it's not."

George lowers the bottle, scowling.

"It literally is, I'm looking right at it."

Max is pointedly not looking at it.

"I don't see it."

"Because you're not looking—"

------

George has never hated anyone as much as he hates Max. Mostly because Max eats four eggs in a single sitting, has the most dorkish reading glasses he's ever seen, snores like a freight train, and is one of the greatest drivers he knows.

There are very few good qualities about him, limited to his relentless dedication to both of their training, his willingness to carry inside all the grocery bags in one trip, and his sharp eye for contracts. George is better with sponsors, so whenever they have new terms and conditions it usually eats up all of their limited spare time, taking highlighters to paper packets they'd printed out at the library that stack higher than their arms.

It's what they're currently doing now as they eat their way through an entire bag of grapes. Max is squinting down at a reworked section of George's contract, brows furrowed, and George has been attacking a predatory sponsor offer for Max with as much red ink as he can.

It seems like the perfect moment to bring it up.

"Alex is coming to London."

Max blinks, eyes still glued to the contract.

"Okay."

George crosses out another line, adding four question marks above it.

"He needs somewhere to stay."

"Is he bringing his own futon or are you both sharing? I'm not giving up mine."

That... was easier than he thought. He's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth— if Max has any issues, he's not voicing them. And Max always voices his issues.

Max looks up, properly confused as George's words actually register.

"Wait, he's not emancipated? Is he?"

George makes a face, rolling his pen across the table.

"No, his family is fine. He just needs to be closer to karting."

Max narrows his eyes, looking at George suspiciously. The effect is somewhat ruined by his giant glasses.

"And you're not going to fuck on the futon?"

George's eyes go so wide he worries briefly they'll pop out of his skull, right before he lunges out of his chair and tackles Max to the floor.

"No, you stupid git, we're not going to— what is wrong with you?"

He tries to whack at Max's head, but Max gets his knees up between them, bracing himself in a familiar way that George has learned means he's either going to get a foot in the gut or a headbutt so hard he see stars. Max chooses the foot.

"Oof—!"

George rolls off of him, scrambling a few feet to get a pillow off of the couch before wheeling back around, holding it over his head threateningly.

"Don't do it."

Max is still sitting on the floor, but George knows better than to think it's surrender— he has no issues trying to take him out at the knees, and he has a disturbingly good success rate.

He's frowning, hair rumpled.

"You better not do shitty handjobs either, unless he is bringing in enough rent to move us into two bedrooms instead of one. I don't want to listen to it."

"Max!"

George doesn't shriek, but it's close enough, swinging the pillow down as Max rockets to his feet, darting around to put the kitchen table between them.

"It is fair!"

"We aren't fucking!"

"Not yet."

He sighs, lowering the pillow. Max is doing the dumb thing where he doesn't say what he actually means, despite generally being about as blunt as a sledgehammer.

"Will it bother you? If Alex is here?"

Max glares.

"I do not care who comes in and out as long as they are helping with rent and don't snitch."

There it is.

"Alex isn't going to tell anyone. That would screw me just as much as it would screw you, so obviously I'm not bringing him here as some kind of sabotage."

There's a slightly wounded noise from the other end of the table, and Max is making eyes at him, the sad ones that make George not hate him.

"I would not ever think you are trying to sabotage me."

"I didn't mean it like that, Max. I just meant that he's not going to tell anyone."

"Because then they would know you are in love with him?"

George is back to hating him.

------

Max had known George for longer than he'd like to admit when he moved to London. It was less of a "move" and more of "frantic scramble", and he occasionally feels that it's a miracle he wasn't murdered by any of the people who decided to help a teenager and his trailer hitchhike to the UK. The same trailer is now parked up in the driveway, but it's been gutted on the inside in order to fit both of their karts and gear.

Well. Some of their gear.

The suits and gloves and helmets are frequently tossed around the flat, and Max has accidentally found himself trying to put on the wrong pair of shoes or rib protectors more than once. George never labels his things, sleeps like the dead, and has a personal vendetta against eating anything with protein.

Max has no idea how they're going to manage Formula 4, and thinking about Formula 3 gives him hives. It's a horrifying amount of driving, there's countless plane flights they'll have to figure out tickets for, and keeping track of the sponsor agreements has been a nightmare.

He's pretty sure one of his sponsors is a paper towel manufacturer.

Not to mention neither he or George are licensed to drive actual road cars, so they're playing with fire every time they drive the trailer.

It's a bit of a nightmare, and it's a lot for two fifteen year olds. George is behind him slightly, as far as their careers, which means they have to bulldoze their way through Max's obstacles before they're able to take things slightly smoother with George.

Max has only had to sleep overnight at tracks a few times— and it helps them know which hotels are best when it's George's turn, and which ones won't look too hard at unsupervised teenagers.

He drops his head onto the table with a groan. He's halfway through a sponsor agreement, George and Alex are passed out in the bedroom, and he's only mildly panicked about the utilities bill coming up. He can probably put off getting a new pair of boots if he patches duct tape on the hole that's started to wear on the inside of his right, and they'll need to take care of George's boots first, who's hit an uncontrollable growth spurt.

He's not going to be able to wear Max's things much longer, and Alex barely brings in enough support for himself. He and Max trade off each month who's going to panic about their finances, and it's a fairly good system. His phone buzzes and he winces, because it's probably the landlord, and Max isn't sure what he's going to tell her.

"This is Max Emilian."

"Hello Max, my name is Christian Horner."

------

Christian carefully sets the phone down, staring blankly at Helmut and their talent manager.

"He's managing his own contract."

Helmut breaks into a grin, eyes sparkling.

"No Christian, weren't you listening? His manager has no legs or arms to take phone calls with, and he doesn't travel."

"Yes, and I'm sure he can only be summoned on the full moon and has to be watered with the blood of virgins as well— how the hell has he gotten this far without a manager?"

Their talent manager presses a palm to her face, sighing.

"You're going to want to sign him, aren't you."

Christian can feel a weird pang in his heart thinking about the phone call— the scratchy, pitchy voice on the other end, the clear disbelief in his voice— but Max hadn't hesitated to agree to meet with them, not even for a second. He doesn't have much of a hand in the junior teams, but it would be impossible to miss the junior rocketing through the scene, especially considering nobody's seen much of his team. There's no big name backing him, just raw speed and a pair of racing boots Christian thinks might be entirely duct tape.

"Yes, I think we will."

------

"I like the looks of the tall one— from the UK."

Nico rolls his eyes, feet kicked up on the table.

"You're just biased."

Toto takes a slow sip from his coffee, gazing at the pages of stats in front of him.

"I have to agree with Lewis, I quite like him as well. He's got good speed."

"He's a tad young, Toto."

Nico is understating it.

"I do not mind pulling a few strings. The other fast boy is being watched by Horner, and Ferrari of course have their own."

Toto sighs.

"We simply have to scout younger than we have before."

------

"Uh. I did not know there were pre-racing contracts?"

Max is looking at them slightly suspiciously, which Christian thinks is probably fair, because they're not actually a thing.

"We don't hand them out often, but we really want you on the team later, Max. The pre-racing contract just means you'll go to our junior team when you're eligible, and in the meantime you'll get a stipend for gear upkeep and flights. We might ask you to do some development driving if need be."

The trick is making it sound real, like something that makes sense for a team to be doing, instead of a glorified allowance for the kid to buy new gear. And probably groceries. Christian doesn't even want to think about whatever his living situation is, because he's been doing some digging— Max doesn't have a team. It's him and his made-up quadriplegic manager, and a scraped together group of sponsors with the kind of variety he's never seen before.

There are local mechanics and grocer's shops on the list, for Christ's sake— there's a paper towel company on his helmet.

He's close with two of the other junior drivers as well, constantly around at the junior formula races that George William is at, and he's fairly sure Toto is eyeing the younger driver.

George is in slightly better shape than Max in terms of gear, but the difference is minimal. It makes Christian want to poke his eye out.

Their little trio is rounded out with one Alex Albon, oldest of the three but not quite as fast as Max. Christian wants Helmut keeping an eye on him anyway.

"So it's a stipend?"

"Exactly."

He politely ignores the relieved slump to Max's shoulders, because it makes him want to do unprofessional things like hug him. And take him to a restaurant.

The sport is making him soft— this is why he doesn't work with junior drivers.

------

Max tells Alex about his contract stipend first, so relieved he thinks he might cry. He's already thinking about where to put the first chunk of money— they'll be able to pay off their late bills, and get George pants that actually fit, and finally have a full fridge.

Alex nudges his shoulder gently.

"And maybe some new boots for you, yeah?"

Max blinks.

"That too."

------

The bull child does not immediately buy new boots. Christian's eye twitches. Max is the youngest person running around the factory by far, not counting any of the employees that have to bring their actual children on occasion.

Christian has made sure Max's badge that he scans for meals is secretly connected to a team account, and he's informed their dev team to make sure they're taking lunch breaks.

It was more like "For the love of God please make sure he's eating", but it had gotten his point across.

Daniel is bouncing a stress ball off the wall of his office.

"Boss, I wasn't aware we were running an orphanage."

Christian ducks under the ball on his way to the desk.

"We're not. He's a talented driver, and I'm going to want him in that seat."

"I hope you've got engineering working on booster seats."

He rolls his eyes, sitting heavily in the chair.

"And don't call this an orphanage, I'm sure that's not the case. We just can't figure out who his parents are."

Daniel looks so surprised that he doesn't catch the ball, and it bounces dejectedly across the floor.

"Wait, seriously? You don't know? Mate, he's a Verstappen. Like an evil nepo baby."

Christian blinks, running through his catalogue of notable names—

Oh.

Jos Verstappen had made motorsports news with his eventual arrest and charges, and it would've been early in Max's karting career. It's not surprising Max doesn't race with the name, considering the connotations that come with it.

But if he's not managed under Jos, who the hell...

"Who the fuck's raising him then?"

Daniel's eyebrow twitches. It's one of his tells, the one that means he's about to lie to Christian's face.

"Must be a relative or something."

Right. It's quite possibly the least reassuring thing he could've said— and he's taking a clear side here, trying to somehow protect the younger driver.

Which means Max probably does not have anybody raising him. Which also means—

------

"Toto."

"Christian."

"You're taking on the William's boy, right? George?"

Toto leans back in his chair, lacing his fingers together.

"Don't you have your own junior drivers? Why are you trying to poach mine?"

"I'm not trying to poach him, I'm trying to make sure they're not living out of their damn karts on the street."

At Toto's raised eyebrow, Christian elaborates.

"Max Emilian is actually Max Verstappen, and I've spent the last few weeks becoming increasingly confident that between him, George, and the older boy Alex that there is not an adult around. At all."

"Is that why you've given him an allowance?"

Christian winces.

"I was thinking that you should also do that. I can't up Max's again without him getting suspicious, and there's only so much reasonable intervention for a team to make. But he keeps spending it on the other two."

"Don't tell me he's still in the boots."

"He's still in the boots."

"My God."

------

"Max! I have another contract!"

Alex shoves his head under the pillow. He's trying to sleep, and George had been in a meeting with Williams all day before he'd caught the train back to their flat. He and Max are probably going to spend the next few hours— and following days— going over the paperwork line by line. Alex pays a manager to handle his work.

He's not sure what it says that Max and George are doing so well without one.

Max's hair is still damp, long at the edges. Alex needs to cut it soon, even if wrangling Max to stand over the sink and let Alex take a pair of scissors to his head goes well approximately never. It helps if George sits on the edge of the tub and becomes the victim to Max's thoughts on track layouts while Alex tries to focus.

His own hair is a mess, because Max and George are completely hopeless with the scissors, and he's learned it's better for him to give it his best shot with a hand mirror and a dream. They spend most of their time under balaclavas anyways.

He shoves aside his thoughts on his own career as he sits up, because he's genuinely proud of George, and he wants him to know that. His hair is grown out and starting to develop a curl pattern, and Alex often finds himself twirling strands of it absentmindedly around his fingers when they're on the couch together.

Max peers at the papers. His reading glasses are shoved up into his hair.

"Oh! You have a pre-racing stipend also!"

Alex takes a slow breath. He's not sure what the hell is going on with Max and George and their fucking racing allowances, but it's ridiculous. It's not a real thing, he knows it's not a real thing, but it's been their saving grace lately, the only thing keeping them both in racing, and Alex is petrified that if he breaths on their delicate house of cards wrong, the entire thing will come crashing down.

He couldn't do that to George. If he did do it to George, Max would probably take a hammer to his skull.

"Oh, I make more than you do."

"What?"

Alex bites his lip to avoid laughing.

"With Williams?"

Max rolls his eyes, glasses dropping to his nose as he takes the packet from George.

"George William in a Williams, that is fucked up mate. It's like if I was Max Bull in a Red Bull."

"Max Bullshit, maybe."

Alex winces at the ensuing scuffle. He should probably get in the middle of it— he's the oldest, and Max fights mean— but he'd caught a bony elbow to the face once and has no interest in it happening again.

They'll get it sorted out eventually.

[sayojin]

Impact font for Impulse ⚠️☢️

i know ive been mostly posting double life designs and headcanons for my AU but this is just a default impy. Well, obviously with my delusional twist on him but this is him without any bdubs traits.

Just felt like drawing good ol Impulse.

if anyone is curious about the designs process, here are some brainworms of mine;

basically i knew i wanted impulse to be netherborn and also wanted him to be an "imp" whatever that means. So while researching imps i found a few forgotten realms designs for their version of imps which is a lil guy with horns, your typical demon kind of wings and....a scorpion tail. so that's where that part came from.

Then i thought "okay how i make this minecraft nether related?" scorpions have venom right? but poison isnt very nether coded so i thought of other effects. fire is tango's thing in my brain, thats off the table. then naturally my brain goes to wither effect. and what has wither in the nether? wither skeletons. thats where his black markings and exposed spine came from. (also if you remember my double life au bdubs design, this is why he got wither roses in his new design)

then an extra pair of wings to make him more buggy and thats about it.

little things like his tripp shorts and piercings were just me hitting him with the projection beam and making him punk-ier. i literally just used my own shorts as reference.

im not gonna go into the delusional nether lore i made up for him...at least not for now.

oh but the fact he has blue in his design is cause i somehow decided hes native to the soulsand valley biomes. cause uhhh skeletons?

[covenofagatha]

hello hello! it's been a full day or two since i popped by (i had to study. devastating, truly) and I've been SAVING your fics and making a point to not spoil myself before i read them.

anyway, i just finished them all in one go and.... wow. yes, i understand the influx of asks demanding happy endings because how dare your writing have me in a unrelenting grip of horniness and despair? horrible. it should only be the former /nm

stepmom fic was always one of my favourites and i was ecstatic that it was brought back to life with your incredible talent again ☺️

of course, no ask of mine is complete without a tiny worm. let me know what you think of this miss covenofagatha:

desperate agatha this desperate reader that.... what about desperate rio vidal?

(ft. mommy! agatha, babygirl! reader, g! p rio, choking like once, tiny tiny worm)

inspired by the chronicles of FFF and NNN with you and agatha, it's only right you give rio a shot (or not, ha) at it. after she's gone for particularly long without telling you both (again), the two of you decide it's time for her to get punished in her least favourite way: edging.

she doesn't take you seriously when you tell her, not believing her sweet little girl would be serious, but when agatha backs you up it dawns on her how screwed she is. one of you is... well. one thing. but when you two join forces? it's torture.

in the first week, it's surprisingly worse than she thought it would be. being gone for so long meant rio was already worked up, and she'd been looking forward to being all over you the moment she'd gotten home, but apparently not. for a few days, you and agatha work separately. agatha mumbles a few dirty words in her ear, about how she "must be so pent up, huh, my love?" while you tease her with a few easy flashes of skin here and there. it's astonishingly easy to get her riled up, and more than once rio has to excuse herself because she can't stop imagining the two of you touching her. despite this, she persists, snarking about "can't even do anything about me, huh?" all while having to rush off so she doesn't get hard.

the second week, she settles a little. at the same time, you and agatha team up to tease her. agatha's arms wrapped around rio as she pulls her possessively, you gently pressing kisses along her abdomen. she squirms, but because it's so soft and domestic she feels awfully bad about destroying it with how hard her bulge is straining against her boxers.

the third week is when it all goes downhill. rather than touching her, it's all about you and agatha -- fucking each other. in front of her. she feels like a voyeur, even though you two invite her to join you, but mock her regardless. it, humiliatingly, turns her on. the fact that the two of you fuck like bunnies (sorry señor scratchy) while she's in the bed, hearing you blatantly call her name while agatha coos that you're "mommy's good little girl" and that you're "so obedient, moaning rio's name like i told you to," as your mommy plunges two fingers into you.

rio holds out for a grand total of two (2) more days, each one filled with her having to camp out in the basement to avoid hearing your wet, desperate sounds of skin upon skin. what makes her break, however, isn't even contact with her cock. it's a combination of agatha and you taking one boob each in your mouths, licking and nipping gently, and agatha's hand reaching out to grasp her neck while you dig your fingernails into her back, and she keens loudly before exploding all over the sheets.

you pull back, stunned, while agatha scoffs in amusement. "i knew i'd last longer than you," she declares smugly, and rio growls once before she pounces.

-

short one this time! I've been thinking about bratty rio too but not sure what you think of that.... hmmm.......

unfortunately my workload from both my actual job AND my classes are steadily rising so i don't have the chance to type out my brainworms as much.. but please have heart and know i will always check this blog religiously, haha. all the best dear 💜

-lots of love, worm anon

Omg hey I missed you (but completely understand work and studying ugh gross)! I think we should just all settle in for a lot of horniness and despair which is such a good mix

I am absolutely obsessed with this brainworm oh my god thank you so much for sharing and I would actually be so down to write about this because fuck this is hot

[jymwahuwu]

Gym Trainer Jing Yuan anon here!! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

I have been giggling and kicking my feet to your response cause it's so!! <3 I really like your writing a lot and Jing Yuan planning to bring a vibrator to the next session giving me brainworms to future scenarios now like:

- Jing Yuan keeps helping you on the different equipment and basically just thinks of a way to get his hands on their ass or grind against them

- then it leads to getting invited to a private session cause of how bad their endurance is because like "You've only squatted for 15 minutes and can't handle the leg press machine, you need to work on your stamina or you'll feel like a fool in front of the other trainers :c but don't worry I'm here!!"

- And since this will be more private, he can be a lot more cheeky now with adding yoga to the list but BUT!!! Adding a sprinkle of sex positions and basically gaslighting them that it's yoga! (You know he's rock hard and grinding against them so hard)

Imagine that this keeps going for so long that even when he uses the vibrator saying that it'll help more with stamina! Then while squatting while leaning to the wall he just presses the highest power and now they feel their thighs being jelly

Sorry for the rant, but I hope you have a lovely day!!

part 1

CW: yandere, non-consensual contact, vibrator, inappropriate use of fitness equipment, mention of future non-con

Hi nonny <3 Now I'm chuckling at these thirsty ones too- your feedback is better than mine XD Jing Yuan really has a great opportunity to manipulate us right? Personal fitness trainer…

Exactly. Your tears were glistening as his big hands kept caressing and pushing your ass without any scruples. Jing Yuan even invested in fitness equipment development technology so he could get more suitable equipment. It wouldn’t be a surprise if there was any equipment that required you to take off your underwear to exercise…

The squat part…this position is really suitable. He'll keep spanking you and then say it's your fault when you can't hold on anymore <3 And it means you can't handle the leg press machine and other equipment. It is necessary to prepare private lessons for you.

Jing Yuan is in front of you to help. Right in front of you. Even though the general's move of taking off his shirt to reveal his muscles was rather suspicious, you couldn't say no… why not try spreading your legs? Um. mwah here. mwah Kissing is just lung capacity training. Keep your legs open to train your thigh muscles. He helped adjust the position on your body, and his bulging crotch kept rubbing against your private parts… "S-stop… it's too close…" But this was part of the training, and of course it was impossible to stop. Stick a little rabbit vibrator on your most private parts, then do some squats.

This is going to be a long - slow workout. He won’t tell you that the end goal is that you end up being penetrated by a dick…

[billy-cockblock]

SWTD Theory

Still Wakes the Deep has been a huge brainworm for me the past few weeks, so I wanted to make a post with one of my takes. Someone’s probably thought of this already, but I can’t find anything about it, so here I go. 

I’m gonna take this time to shout out a little sub theory of mine that plays a bit of a part in my main point. 

For a little background, in populations of organisms, there are limiting factors on their growth and spread. Think of it as a series of funnels of different sizes: the rate of liquid that can flow through is going to be determined by the narrowest funnel. For example. if there’s a population that has ample food, space, and whatever else it needs, but has a restricted access to water, that water is going to limit how large that population could grow.

Before the Shape was dug up by the drill, it was probably dormant in the sea bed, doing its best to survive, the same as any other organism. Down where it was dark, wet, and cold, I think it had one main limiting factor: oxygen.

I don’t think the Shape can efficiently exchange gas underwater. Most of the untouched bodies Caz sees are only underwater, where an organism that thrives in air would struggle to access. Once it gets dug up and brought to air with plenty of organic matter to consume and grow with, its population explodes. When a limiting factor is removed, there’s nothing holding the population back any more until they hit a new limit. The Shape’s old limiting factor was removed, and it would only stop reproducing by running out of space to grow on the rig, running out of organic matter to use, or being killed (like, say, in a giant fiery explosion).

(I could go on and on about how the Shape potentially works, please feel free to ask me about it)

Now, I’ll get to my main theory:

I think Caz was dead the whole time.

Now, I don’t mean that in a “the whole game is in his head, none of it was real” way; I mean it in a “this man got Ethan Winters’ed” way. 

So, I started to do a little research into how tall oil rigs are to know how far Caz would have fallen off the helipad. I quickly learned there are many types of oil rigs and not every oil rig of the same type is the same size. I’m studying marine biology, not petroleum engineering like my brother, so I got tired of trying to guesstimate how tall the Bierra D’s helipad would be and attacked the problem with some simple math. 

Watching a video, I saw he fell for between 4-5 seconds; the acceleration due to gravity is 9.8m/s^2. Plugging that in a calculator while not accounting for air resistance to solve for distance gets me ~80-120m, depending on if I used the 4 or 5 second count, so I’ll guess around 100m. I’ve found many conflicting sources on what the tallest heights you can safely fall into water are, but I can safely tell you that 100m is much higher than any of them. 

Now, maybe the devs weren’t going with the mathematical exact timing it would take for a guy to fall off an oil rig, and didn’t mean for it to be implied that he fell from THAT high. Still, we can agree he fell from very high up, high enough to have likely ended in injury. Maybe he’d just fall on and break a leg? Maybe an arm or some ribs?

After falling off the rig, the last frame before Caz blacks out shows the water at the top of the screen, meaning he hits the water head-first. He may be wearing a hard hat (that somehow stays on his head through the whole ordeal since he clips his flashlight to it), but he still should have cracked his skull open or broken his neck. 

When they pull him out of the water, he’s cold and not breathing, which wouldn’t be unusual for a drowning victim in the North Sea in the dead of winter, but it would usually be a death sentence. They never explain how they dragged Caz out of the water, but it would presumably have taken a long time to get him out, and time is key when dealing with someone who isn’t breathing. The fact that he’s able to cough up water and start breathing on his own is a miracle, since it doesn’t sound like Brodie or Douglas do CPR when they bring him inside.

So, fall damage, head and/or spine injury, drowning, and hypothermia. By several different factors, Caz should be a very, very dead man. So why isn’t he?

My theory is that, somehow, somewhy, the infection from The Shape healed and brought him back to life. We know for a fact it has amazing generative properties, basically able to double, triple, quadruple the amount of tissue and organic matter in the crew’s bodies with no regard for conservation of mass, so what’s just a little regeneration of damaged tissues in a single body? Once Caz’s body gets someplace with better conditions suited to life (inside where it’s warm and there’s air), it just jumpstarts his body functions. The Shape’s presumably been dormant in the seafloor for a long time, so it could be able to go dormant and kinda “come back to life” as conditions change, similar to a tardigrade, and potentially pass this ability onto its hosts.

And Caz mentions how his head hurts a lot, especially when he gets close to the Shape. 

Now, this might seem like baseless conjecture, and y’all might say “That’s a good headcanon, but there’s no evidence that The Shape could bring people back to life!” to which I would say “Oh, but there might be!"

After the helicopter on the starboard side, we get a call from Bruce, who is actively drowning. Through his gasps, he tells us that O’Connor hurt his leg and couldn’t swim, presumably drowning. And guess who we see still kicking as we’re passing through the pontoon? My thought is that O’Connor couldn’t swim, drowned, and drifted to the bottom, landing on a part of the shape. Once Caz and Brodie start working in the legs and they drain, it exposes him to air and allows the shape to start growing again, assimilating him and bringing him back to life. 

Obviously, he’s not doing as well as Caz is. My thought was that, if Caz died as he was infected, the infection would’ve had to put a lot of its energy into bringing him back, not leaving much for itself to begin assimilating him into the Shape. Since O’Connor was in direct contact with the Shape, it could hook him up to its network to help supplement that loss. Caz, meanwhile, stays as far away from the stuff as he can and doesn’t even get anything to eat all day; guy's running on empty. He has small things where the Shape affects him, like the colors at the edge of his vision, but most of his hallucinations only happen after the Shape attacks him through O’Connor. Before, I’m pretty sure the largest incident (other than when he’s blacked out) is when we can barely hear Suze’s voice over the speakers when moving through the pontoon. It’s really only after getting attacked that he starts to hear her when he’s awake, near the Shape, or over phone calls. He only hears her clearly over the speakers in administration after he runs into the shape many times when he gets swept away in the flooding.

With my main evidence out of the way, I’ll also mention that Caz sees the “light at the end of the tunnel” from the end of the game in the oil flashes when he blacks out.

But hey, that’s just a theory. 

A GAME TH- I have received a cease and desist.

Man, this became a long read. Thanks for getting this far, and I hope you enjoyed!

[daryslaytonramblings]

my laywright au 💫

i need to yap, so consider this a formal introduction to a project of mine that will be ongoing for a while but is also very important to me at the same time haha.

the story is called "Midnights In Chelsea" and is essectially just that - london life. the premise is simple; phoenix has lost his apartment two years into disbarment and is relocates to london with trucy after asking hershel for help. of course, he initially assumes this to be a temporary solution, but...well, that doesn't work out much.

it doesn't have what you'd consider a traditional plot - just slice of life moments focusing on character development, their respective backstories, hurt/comfort, angst, some fluff, and eventually romance.

you can read it here - updated every thursday and whenever i feel like it in between!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65386462/chapters/168260281

some visuals for the au are these two drawings i made (and have already posted separately, but who cares):

as well as this wallpaper/collage i made :) i love making aesthetics

in addition, i also have a playlist!!

i'll probably pin this post because the au is what's been giving me feels for ages (aka since i wrote the oneshot for the layton secret santa that was basically a much shorter version of this)

enjoy my brainworms my five fellow laywright shippers 🫶

[hanafubukki]

So my friend said she was gonna date the next card she pulled and that gave me the brainworms tm

OT3 obv

But what is nrc did a raffle and had a date with mc up. Who buys tickets, who tries to rig it, and when did melanoa get here

Pls chaos to the max

[Masterlist]

Hello Ladyzsgolla🌻🌺🌷

Okay, but you need to tell me what card your friend pulled and who she ended up dating 😂🫶

Please, this brought back so many memories of the times where this type of trope would pop up in books and shoujo romances. The chaos is always always hilarious as it is and then we add in the diasomnia crew? NRC can’t catch a break.

The only way YN ended up in the auction is because Crowley somehow tricked them or set them up because I doubt certain people would let it happen.

At one point, I think diasomnia squad would be, “Want a date with YN? Fight me.”

You sighed as you stared at the chaos in front of you. You don’t know how you ended up in this situation, but you were sure Crowley had something to do with it.

Unsurprisingly, Sam and Fellow Honest had convinced the headmaster about having a festival to raise school funds. Azul had also supported the idea for monetary gain and knew what buttons to push.

But a date auction? With you? You wondered who came up with that daring idea.

Honestly, you were surprised at the amount of people trying to win a date with you, especially given your connections and your relationship status.

Though you wouldn’t be surprised if some didn’t know or were using this opportunity to get info about others. You were pretty sure some were doing it just for shits and giggles too.

Well you weren’t worried, at this point, the bets mostly came down to your friends and family having a higher chance of winning.

…you wondered if you can get a participation fee, after all, you were the main prize and you should be able to get some of that money.

You didn’t need it of course, but you wanted to see certain capitalists suffer.

Lilia: You think you can win against me? I have centuries worth of madol.

Meleanor: You mean the money that I paid you? I can freeze your accounts. That prized date will be mine.

Lilia: Meleanor! When did you get here! Stay out of this!

Meleanor: Do you know me at all?

Malleus: I do have some money saved. I can take YN on a gargoyle exploration. It’s been a while since I last had a stroll with them.

Dawn: …I do have money set aside during my days as a commander. The interest on it should have reached a sizable fund.

Levan: The steward is going to cry again.

The riggers:

Sam, Azul, and Fellow are going to figure out a way to sell more tickets despite the odds against others. I wouldn’t be surprised if certain charms and even magic was used.

Other Betters:

Floyd and Jade: I can see them getting just to make the pool larger lol

Rook: He might find this type of challenge fun, especially with such a prize. He also has the money for it.

Idia: it depends how close you are with him and the date he would like honestly. He might just not do it because of the potential headache.

Leona: literally just to mess with diasomnia.

Kalim: he is having fun and thinks it’s going to a good cause. Jamil has to stop him of course at one point.

That poor steward/accountant of Briar Valley 🫡🤣

[rainisdey]

Thinking about sunkissed and their parallels… How they’re both so paranoid and afraid of being abandoned…..How they’re both still trying so hard to make it work even with all the doubts and fears they have about eachother….

Oh. My. Days. Did you read my mind.

The Sunkissed parallels is something that has been spinning in my head for the past week or so. I love, and I mean love finding "motifs" and "narratives" in characters' story arcs, and so I've been exploring the crossing and similar motifs between Zam and Derapchu in that big document of mine! And the loneliness motif is one I pointed out immediately.

It's also the fact that their narratives and parallels are so similar yet so different. It's what (to me at least) makes sure they struggle to work out. An example I've already written out is the loneliness motif I've already mentioned. Yes, Zam and Derap are both scared of abandonment; yes, they both share the knowledge of what it's like to feel truly and utterly alone. In fact, when the pair only started getting together, they were both team-less, both lonely, both players with a lot to prove and nobody to lose or rely on. BUT there is a core difference between their loneliness: Zam's is more often than not self-inflicted, while Derap's throughout this whole season hasn't really been his fault. Zam pushes people away over and over, even when they try their hardest to reach out; Derap tries his best to keep people close, to not let them go -- yet they still leave. Wemmbu, Parrot (yes, he counts, I do NOT take criticism), Zam (97 days) -- all of them left for reasons out of Derapchu's control.

Sunkissed have such huge similarities that should make them work. But they have bigger glaring differences that affect their behaviour and mentalities that, when met with lifesteal-typical distrust, cause them to grow further apart. And still. And still they cling to the similarities I'm sure they subconsciously see, still they try to keep the communication line open, still they try to be there for each other. But they've now had too many conflicts and doubts to ever truly make it back to the level of trust and understanding they were on in their peak era. AND IT MAKES ME INSANE!!

I'll have more to say on them in a week or two, I think. Soon! Trust! Until then -- please do keep sending messages like these, they give me brainworms.

[wings-of-ink]

Hi! I'm the same anon from quite a while ago that asked about the what if scenario of if there was no curse what would it be like, and well, guess who got the brainworms again 😂

Though this time is not a question but just a thought process I have been ruminating on every once in a while ever since you have answered that question of mine

And that is on how, poetic? It is

Without the curse, our MC's life would surelly be one of less hardship and suffering, but we would also lose so much: all the connections and experiences

And the same way, the people (and demigod) we would have met would also never get to experience the same level of growth

And that is just, so poetic to think about

That it is through the path of suffering and hardship that everyone gets to also experience the happiest moments

And I think that is kind of beautiful

Exactly! That's a great way to think on it. A life of hardship has a ripple effect not only for their own, but the lives of others. There's a lot of good that can oddly come from it all. Makes you wonder just how impactful the life of the MC could be by the end of their story...

[miraclewoozi]

CLOSED.

this blog is now an archive.

i want to take this chance to thank everyone who has been along for this ride with me over the past year-and-a-bit. if you’ve followed me here, reblogged, engaged with or even just liked any my posts, i want you to know that i appreciate you so much for turning this little hobby of mine into something meaningful; it’s been so much fun putting my little brainworms out into the world for you all to enjoy.

that being said, being here lately has felt a lot like a chore and writing has become more stressful than stress-relieving. i haven’t been happy with anything i’ve written for a while, hence the lack of (new) posts. things have been a bit difficult lately. i just feel like my time on this part of the internet has run its course.

writing this kind of post feels very dramatic (it’s the pisces sun, sorry about it), i won’t lie to you. i toyed with whether i should even make this post or just quietly disappear but i just wanted to give a heads-up to the few friends i’ve made here, more than anything. the askbox on this blog is now closed, as are my messages. the notifications are off. you can find me at my main, @vcrnons , for gifs and visual content if you like, but i politely ask that you please don’t message me there about this blog.<3

thank you again for all the love.🩵

(and for one final time, even though i’m not here anymore, MINORS, DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT WITH THIS PAGE.)

[dancingthrustars]

Two steps forward one step back, but in a good way, promise. Give me five minutes to talk?

I’m writing this with the knowledge I might not post it, I might get embarrassed about it and I might delete it but. I want to try.

Let’s be a little frank about what this blog’s been, as a whole.

It’s been a place for me to write, yes, but it’s also been, full honesty, an escape, a panicked and grieved one, away from all I was before. I grabbed my funny little Star Wars OCs and my loose concept for a Mars story and I ran out the door. I made a blog that for years had a header title specifically referencing that it was somewhere new. Somewhere different. Hell the name of the blog itself was that too. I didn’t want to lose all I worked on but I couldn’t bear to be in the same place as it anymore.

I still, frankly, can’t be. The part of me that craves validation and misses all that old feedback, even when I can acknowledge to myself that I wasn’t getting any of that anyways, really. Not towards the end. The peak of the glory days of the Achievement Hunter fiction community had, admittedly, passed a while before I closed up shop. It was nice having what I personally considered a Big Follower Number, but I’d watched plenty of people move on over the years. I’d made several posts half-joking about it in the year leading up to the Big Move alone but it was happening before that too. It wasn’t fun, I got really genuinely upset over the fact that in the middle of all the things I’d cared about writing, the quick brainworm things I slammed out in two hours were the only things that really got traction, but it wasn’t unexpected. It happens, people grow into and out of fandoms and followings and the beginning of the end for AH in the state it had been felt looming on the horizon well before…everything that happened. And everything since.

I don’t mean to dredge old wounds. It’s dramatic to say but I still find mine plenty raw, four years down the line. It aches at me that I can acknowledge, objectively, just how Mine everything was towards the end, how little I’d even really been watching videos and being influenced by them, and still be unable to even brush the edges of character descriptions, much less names. For a very long time I couldn’t even go back to look at my old work, though that particular aspect has gone away through slow and steady effort.

Anyways.

My tenure on satansprettyprose ran a little over five years. It had a huge impact on my life, with reverberations I still feel, and then it was over.

I left a lot of stuff behind when I moved here. A lot of things I loved, a lot of things that filled me with joy. Concepts of ideas, plans I had, conversations I wanted to continue and people I wanted to hold close. Not every attempt to bring any of those back to life has succeeded. Some have failed to such an extent I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to even shape the edges of them again without feeling it in my chest. Some things I might never be able to use again.

To be entirely transparent, the reason I pushed so hard last year to write once a month is that I felt myself drifting away from writing at all. I felt like no matter what I wrote it didn’t matter, it wasn’t what people wanted to see, it wasn’t what I’d done before, what I couldn’t go back to. Writing gives me such joy and I was losing my grasp on it because it felt like it was just me and the big dark shadow of the Before, even while I was actively running away from it. I don’t even talk about writing outside of here and my friend group and that was happening less and less. So I figured I’d give myself one last shot and see if I could even still do good consistent writing anymore. And I’ll be honest, I think I’m a worse writer now than I was. I’ve let the muscle atrophy.

But this last year I wrote some damn good chapters of Orbit in Decay and got us at least lined up for the real meat of the story to get going. I wrote Neighbors, a good amount of it, and got to play with different styles I’d been nervous to touch again, on top of having a lot of real genuine fun with opposing viewpoints. I wrote proper Star Wars things, pieces I’d been holding back on for years because I couldn’t get myself over the hurdle of my own self-conscious hurdles.

But more than all of that, I started working on things like what I’d loved. I started writing the still-unnamed fae stuff, which was and is a blatant rip of the ELR longform spy rewrite I’d been working on, just with supernatural elements and different characters. I started working on some old-fashioned tolsmol stuff, one of which went out last week. Another, which involves some mushrooms and star-void, is still rather piecemeal but has had some space to grow anyways.

And then last month. Last month I made Jay and Obie. Last month I broached the writing topic I was terrified to come back to the most. I wrote criminals. More than that, I wrote a lot of criminals. I’ve still been writing a lot of criminals. And it makes me so so happy to do.

I’ve written so much this last year I’ve had to start sorting it aggressively so that I don’t lose everything.

Here’s the point.

It’s been four years here. I’m older, I’m more tired, my health is worse and it’s harder to want to keep the ball rolling. I’m rarely on here, and I’m aware of that. There were some months this last year where it was all I could do to kick out something short at the very end of the month for the sake of checking that box and very little else. I’ll never match the person I was, but ultimately I think that’s what happens with time anyways. So, what then?

The answer is that I’m going to try. Like I’ve been but also more than that. I’m going to stop living in the shadow of it all. I want to write what I want to write and I want to create what I want to create. No more clinging to the idea that I can’t even acknowledge all I did because of all the guilt and rage and grief. No more forever reminding myself that I can’t because it was something else. I miss writing things, so I’m going to write them.

It won’t be the same, obviously. See the fae stuff, see Jay and Obie, hell see the clone lesbians I’ve been toying with. I don’t know if I’ll ever find a way to write a revenge story I won’t find utterly lacking and I know with a certainty that tears at me that I won’t ever be writing a massive longform polyamorous corruption arc again. No matter how much I miss it.

But we’re going to find rhymes, going to make new suspiciously similar OCs, going to write new and weird things, and some old and weird things too. And I’m really hoping it’ll make some people smile like it used to because I know it’s done that for me.

If this is published, if you’ve read this far, thanks so much. I hope this rambling thing made sense to you, since I’m getting too emotional to read it back. And I hope you enjoy what’s coming next.

[covenofagatha]

it's me!! worm anon!! (confession: i wrote the whole thing on the train and had to squeeze my thighs together multiple times. horrible time to have to go to work)

i got a little scared ngl cause i thought i got too freaky.... glad to know so many people enjoy it 🤭

anyway, just wanted to chime in with the FOURTH installment of my brainworm (sorry covenofcovenofagatha), but consider this:

(cockwarming obviously, power bottom reader, dirty talk, jealousy, breeding kink, daddy kink, the usual)

after agatha riles you up (maybe because she's been getting a bit too close to someone else, and you decide it's time for *her* to get punished), she's left restrained on the bed, and you're sitting prettily on her cock. the rules are simple: she's not allowed to move, and more importantly, she's definitely not allowed to cum before you do.

you, however, are. you take the opportunity to remind her how full you are, so full of her, and how good she fills you with her cock. you play with yourself, rocking yourself against her while you play with yourself. one hand moves to squeeze your tits (and you don't forget to remind her, "wish it was your hands on me, daddy, but i guess you'd prefer __") while the other hand reached down to rake your nails under you, over the dip between her thighs, running them over her balls.

she's writhing beneath you, begging you to stop teasing, and her sounds just make your walls clench a bit tighter, resulting in her moaning louder as her cock *throbs*, and the cycle starts again. you're not sure how much more she can take, but she's holding out considerably well.

cooing at her, you mock her condescendingly, "daddy, your balls are so full, is that all for me?" and "what's got you so worked up, daddy?", while she mumbles incoherently about how you're most definitely getting punished for this, and she's going to spank your ass till you turn red.

maybe you decide that she needs to make you cum for each time she flirted incessantly with someone else, each time agatha showed up in her post with her arm snaked around their waist. and if that happens to also edge agatha all three or more times (you doubt she'd be able to hold out any longer), it's *just* a coincidence. she's reduced to mumblings, "i'd all the way up so you'd leak all over the house, bet i'd breed you so good baby", eliciting a "daddy, please, you feel so good in me", driving agatha absolutely insane.

the breaking point (and agatha) comes when you do for the final time, and you babble nothing but "mine, mine, mine", and finally, "cum for me, daddy, you're mine, fill me up with your cum, breed me" as you bounce on her cock. she groans before she holds true to your promise, and fills you with so much cum that it trickles out of your sensitive cunt, and agatha rushes to swipe it with her fingers (finally broken out of her bindings) and stuff her fingers into your mouth to suck as she ruts into you.

.. anyways, hope everyone has a happy lunar new year... i know what I'll be doing tonight...

-worm anon, with lots of love 💜

Oh my god 🫠 you have me absolutely speechless

I don't even know if the story I write is going to be able to be hotter than this request jesus but I'm going to try my best (you need to start writing if you aren't already)

Um yeah I'd say it's safe to say that people enjoy it

[lustrous-dawn]

Some Positivity

I'm absolutely surprised I do not have an image of my sona with a heart so Zhen will have to do it. Especially given his ‘job’

The start of the year for me has been rough. The folks who know my situation know my words are a severe understatement but I can’t let that hold me down. But it has made it abundantly clear that I am loved. 

Loved.

I genuinely have folks who love me for who am I. 

I couldn't ask for any more words than that today.

I am loved for what I am and what I do and that's all I could ever ask for. And I love myself for it.

So today, lets give out a little bit of love to some folk today. 

Edge; @casteliacityramen

I love how you are incredibly indecisive about reblogging some things on your side account. Something that means a lot to a character that someone may get a free hint on. I mean hell I used to do that all the time in my younger days to keep them on my brain to stay a little consistent on it. But man, I'm sure you've been hearing a lot from other people and honestly I'll be one of them hollering in the back about how we love Rio. 

MepersonallyIwanttoseeRaybutwe’llgetthere. 

The point is your story and characters have managed to grab people by the throat. You have an eloquent way of making them pretty relatable and gripping their attention. 

Hope you're enjoying the day with your significant other :0

Owli; @askvekpa

I always wonder if you be like “THERE GOES THIS GIRL AGAIN ASKING FOR HER DANG LUGIAS TO BE DRAWN AGAIN.” I can't help myself. You're too damn good at your craft and your attention to detail on beasties, dragons and animals alike. It's praiseworthy so I hope you always treat yourself kindly when it comes to what you do. Also, you seem to be doing better in the anxiety department, or I hope so. It's been a pleasure to see you be more interactive as of late with others so I hope you have been able to adequately spread your wings in that environment and get better.

Vega; @pokitsune

MAN I SURELY DO MISS YOU RIGHT. I HAVE SO MANY BRAINWORMS ABOUT YAKO AND ROSHI FIGHTING AND TEA TIME WITH ROSHI. Then I remember you're literally a DM away and my ass is just straight-up forgetful. I remember you chatted away about your Ninetales lore and goddamn I was eating it up. It FUELED ME to be so motivated with my characters, you have no idea. And coupled with your old ask blogs, I am so glad we started to chat last year and I am always grateful you send me images of stuff I can relate with on my characters. 

I hope you're having fun with FFXIV and I hope you and gf are doing something good today or both of you are taking some good ass time to relax.

Skins; @asksavel

I mean there are a lot of words I want to say. Overall it is always overwhelmingly positive. We were both there for each other in a horrible mental down. While mines is a bit still ongoing, you still have been sending me kind words and images to make the day all the more bearable. You noticed I have been withdrawn lately and you consider that when talking with me. 

Communication. It's something I always prized and I really appreciate it when we have chatting. Thank you so much for being the person you are and helping me. It has meant a lot to me.

Kai; @bunnkick

I'm pretty sure you weren't expecting me to do this! But HA I GOT YOU NOW TODAY. 

EVER SINCE YOU TOLD ME YOU CONSIDERED ME A FRIEND I HAVE BEEN LIKE A NERVOUS LITTLE PERSON TO CHAT MORE WITH YOU. I have been doing good to shoot messages your way to check in on you though and I'm proud of that much. Ah, I love your work man. I have been saying this for years as I have been working with you and imma saying it again, your style rocks man. And the chats we have, I love staying up for 3 hours to chat with ya. It's always a great time. 

Now I gotta hit you up for shows. I have been watching some and I always loved your insight ~

[viperwhispered]

Gotta throw Malleus in for the character ask meme with the recent madness goin on 😇 (Never apologize forda feral brainworms, oomfie) ++and maybe Deuce? iirc he was kinda high up on your character sorter thingie

Hasdfs I still keep on forgetting this is your main, one day I'll learn. One day.

Ty for the ask! Let's see here

Malleus

First impression

Cool mysterious dude with horns and things, and that voice? Sing me up.

He was also the one whose hand I took back when I first started playing.

I'd seen some fanart of him before playing so had some awareness of him, but didn't know much.

Impression now

Well, there sure is more nuance now, lol.

I do enjoy the duality of Malleus's apparent regality / maturity, and then those moments when you realize that he may be over a hundred years old but he's so totally a (sulky) teenager still.

It's definitely kinda tragic, thinking of just how isolated he has been, and always a delight when he gets to experience new things. (Like, remembering that moment in Firelit Sky when he's sitting in the car all pensive because he's taking in the experience of being in a car for the first time.)

And all the things he does with such good intentions (his dorm vignette, book 7), but with just abysmal execution.

There's just something endearing about how op he is in many ways, yet clueless in others.

Plus gotta love it when he sees fit to get playful / snarky.

He may have lost the top spot to Jamil but he is still my bias, too.

I mean, a dragon? How could I not love him.

Favorite moment

I have a feeling that vignette with Malleus taking Roaring Drago to Deuce for repairs will always have a special spot in my heart. I think it was one of the first stories where I started to see behind the first impressions I had of Malleus and grasp more of what's going on with him.

Idea for a story

I mean, there's the current madness that might or might not spawn something. (Can't believe I'm actually considering canon x canon things too, this is new, lol.) Otherwise I've not really thought of writing for him. I've got this snippet of a protective bff Malleus that I might use somewhere, though I did use parts of it here.

Unpopular opinion

Not sure if this is unpopular exactly, but while the jokes about Malleus not knowing this is not an otome game are funny, I personally read his in-game interactions with Yuu as being platonic.

But also like one can read these things in so many different ways so it's not like it bothers me much either way.

Favorite relationship

Can I say the whole Diasomnia family? Because I wanna say the whole Diasomnia family.

Lilia, if I have to pick and choose, because I just recently saw snippets of their Beanfest fight and I just loved the vibe.

Favorite headcanon

Uhhh headcanons are always the point where I screech to a halt because like idk I feel like I just try to stick to canon or plausible interpretations most of the time.

Tho I do always love art that makes Malleus look more obviously non-human.

Deuce

First impression

Trying to rack my brains ngl. Iirc, it took me a while to warm up to both Deuce and Ace (the bickering during Dwarfs' Mine didn't help). Though I think Deuce started off more favorable with at least trying to be sensible and behave himself (until the delinquent stuff came out from the left field).

Impression now

What a sweet, earnest boy. He's trying so hard and loves his mum unashamedly and I love him for it, even if he can be a bit of a silly goober.

(And yes, looks like he was rank 4 on the sorter.)

Favorite moment

Whenever he pulls through for us, like the end of book 4 (even if it was kinda unsuccessful, but they both sure tried), or worrying about us during book 6. Just, what a sweetheart.

Idea for a story

Nothing that I've been planning, but I certainly could do some more expanded friendship exploration for Emi even if Emi might end up looking kinda bad / haughty in the process, oof.

Unpopular opinion

I don't know if I've followed the fandom at large enough to know what the popular opinions even are, tbh. I mean, we all agree he's a sweetheart, right? Even if he's a bit of a knucklehead (affectionate).

Favorite relationship

Call me basic but I do love the friendship group with Prefect, Grim, Ace and Deuce. Took a while to grow on me, sure, but by now they're such a respite from all the everything that tends to go down in the main story.

Favorite headcanon

Alas, I am drawing a blank here 😔

(ask game in question here)