#(implied for me and pico)

[artistlara]

Happy (belated) Pico Day! To my most absolutely favorite ginger in the entire world 💚🩷

Extra notes below :D

Ft. @cursedcataclysm as the Maya in question :]

Originally I wanted to also include a heartfelt letter here regarding my love for him and my experience so far on self-shipping with him these past few years, but considering this drawing took me ~15 hours... my mind's still too fried to properly get my words together 😭

So, perhaps another day. Maybe even on our actual anniversary date instead considering it's soon

Still, for now- please enjoy the drawing! Poured quite literally my entire heart and soul into this just to celebrate the love of my life properly HSJAHSJDHA He deserves nothing but the best

Once again, Happy Pico Day to y'all! And to my most dearest beloved as well 🙏💕

[lycankeyy]

Protect me? Protect yourself!

[viamia]

Sooo I haven't been getting requests lately, so I'm just gonna make some hcs on my own time until request come in. So here's one

The SDJ boys (and Gallgher mansion + Dachabo) and how they sleep with you(plus some hcs).

Tw:Mostly fluff and wholesome, a couple of swears(sorta on that one) and implied sexual themes. if you are uncomfortable with any of these, leave now.

Jack: He would 101% just engulf you in his arm, man is a giant teddybear, and you can't tell me otherwise. If you ever fell asleep from exhaustion from work when you got back home, he'd definitely carry you to bed and cuddle up to you. And if you allow him to, he'll also help you shower and clean yourself up :>

Ian: Now this boy, he would definitely cling on to you while he sleeps. I also headcanon him as either a very light sleeper or the kind of person who can sleep through a fire alarm or something like that. He'd definitely sleep talk. I can just imagine him taking a nap, then mumbling the most random things sometimes while he cuddles you. I feel like he'd also be a little spoon like, 90% of the time. He may be a cheater, but I fuking luv him-

Nick: He'd definitely sleep with you with his pomeranians Pico and Cheese. I feel like he'd give Lil love nibbles while he sleeps. (mf is a sleep biter I just know it) Considering he's a adult movie actor, I feel like he'd be the big spoon.

Shaun:Big spoon little spoon, man goes both ways. He just wants to hug and love up on you. He's all cuddled up to you on the couch, bed, anywhere that's comfy. (I just see him as a really affectionate guy tbh) He'd definitely pet moonpie chill with yall on the couch and bed, Lil kitty deserves loving too :>. He snores. But not like giant level snoring, more like the little Snortsbhere and there, sometimes it's a bit hard to sleep while he snores cause it slowly increases in volume over time.

Bo:This motherfuker said fuk sleep, I'm fuking them. Jk jk, but seriously, he'd bite you randomly while you either slept or cuddled. This dog is hard to deal with sometimes. Compared to his normal mode when you first see him, his feed me mode, of course, is much bigger and more cushiony cause of his height and size. He'd be hella warm too, keeping you nice and toasty on cold nights, but in hot summer months, he's in his normal mode cause it doesn't give off much heat.

Taylor:My baby boi I luv him so much. Anyways, knowing Taylor, I feel he'd be clingy like Ian, but on a lower degree. I have a couple headcanons for him, such as him snoring sometimes, biting randomly while he sleeps, sleep talking and so forth. For the the biting, mf-er wrote lewd fanfic with Mc and him in the game. I believe if he starts to about think said fanfic or...something else about you, mf finna get hard. But overall, he'd just be cuddling and giving Lil kisses throughout the night.

Elias:Can ghosts even sleep??? So for Elias, I'm not sure what I can say, considering he's a God darn ghost. But if he can, he'd be a Hella quiet sleeper (well he is dead so-) sometimes when he sleeps with you, he'll accidentally phase through the bed and through the floor or just, into another room. If you're able to keep a grip on him somehow, USE HIS CHEST AS a PILLOW PLS. His chest would be so damn comfy, I swear. Plus, he'd be really clingy cause the poor guy just wants to be loved :(. He'd feel so damn cold since he's dead, and sometimes the blood will drip onto your pillows.

I hope yall like these hcs. And remember, feel free to request me anytime :)

[ochrearia]

More RGBFverse shenanigans

I wanted to write a one-on-one with Beefer (cs!BF) and Yourself. cs!BF is one of my versions of BF, from my Fossil Fighters AU that I'm totally NOT neglecting rn. It's okay. Also Peacock (SFA!BF) is mentioned like once and he belongs to Shed!!! yeah

Caeru jumpscare.

Coming into his room to find he was not alone was the last thing Yourself had originally been expecting. But he supposed when he’d made the choice to tell his other selves they were allowed around whenever they needed, paired with their better versions of mirror-walking, there were going to be times where he came home to find obnoxious intruders. Beefer was the only one here this time, so at least it wasn’t everyone at once. YS would rather be notified ahead of time if everyone was going to show up. He didn’t mind one or two.

“Most people would, you know, send a text telling me that they’re coming to visit. I’m not prone to experiencing heart attacks when I’m surprised and find something that wasn’t here when I left.” YS snarked lightly, falling into the usual banter that would normally go on. Though when he crossed the room, he could tell something wasn’t right. “You okay?”

Beefer was curled rather pathetically around himself on YS’s bed, eyes half-lidded and sad. “Slipped away, for a little bit. Things are still… bad, with my situation. Feels like it never ends, like one day stretching out over months and months and I don’t know how to fix it.”

“It’s not your job to fix something you didn’t cause.” YS said slowly, moving to sit next to him on the bed. “Has nothing really changed? Haven’t you gotten to talk to your Pico and Cherry by now?”

“Hah. As if. Living on the run now, I have to be jumping through puddles to mirror-walk. At least any reflection works… They don’t know I’m gone. Maybe that’s for the best anyway. I don’t know how to talk to Pico right now, and Cherry… I messed up, she saw. My Alectro convinced me to vent to them and I didn’t originally mean to fall asleep after, but I did. They told her everything. I didn’t want to give her more guilt, she already has enough. I can’t talk to them.”

Making a face, YS extended his hand out and let it rest gently on the top of Beefer’s head. “Venting is good, you know. I told you not to bottle shit up. It’s not healthy. You clearly need someone to talk to but you’re not letting yourself have that. Someone that isn’t one of your dinosaurs. Vivosaurs? Is that what they’re called?”

“Yeah.” Beefer sighed, shifting slightly. “Vivosaurs. They’re better listeners than you might think. I know you can’t understand them, only Dinaurians can. But… that’s kind of why I came here. I’m pretending to be okay with being changed into something completely alien. Pretending. But I don’t really have anyone else who’d understand that. Pico is… complicated. I don’t know if I can trust him right now. So that leaves you.”

“Me, huh?” YS chuckled softly. “Well, I’ll do my best to understand then.”

“You do understand.” Beefer looked him in the eyes with an almost unnerving look. “Takes one to know one, YS. I’m not human anymore. And you never were.”

The taller one stiffened. “How…?”

“Do I know that?” The Dinaurian finished the question. “Maybe it’s a Dinaurian thing. They spend so much time disguising themselves to look human, using technology to create physical lies. Something about that makes it second nature to see through fake humans. Instinct, maybe. You look human but you’re not. You’re supernatural. Not necessarily in the same category as an alien, but still not human. Peacock is too, but he’s new to this whole fucked up family thing. You’re a better choice.”

“I… don’t follow on how I would understand your predicament the way you’re implying.”

“You’ve lost your wings, haven’t you?” Beefer asked bluntly. “I’ve seen the way the muscles on your back move sometimes. Like an old habit. Trying to move something that’s no longer there. Where I have gained, you have lost. Both changed in an instant to be something unfamiliar.”

Well that was… uncomfortable to say the least. YS hadn’t really been planning to tell any of the others about his whole fallen angel thing, and realistically he didn’t want to talk about the way he lost his wings to begin with. Secrets weren’t the greatest things to keep, especially from yourself, but it was a traumatic event and he was more than within his rights to choose not to reopen that wound. Didn’t seem like he could avoid it anymore, not with this self at least.

Beefer took his silence as a go-ahead to keep talking, though. “Maybe it’s not the same really, but… I don’t have anyone else. I really can’t justify saying I have Pico right now and Cherry doesn’t get it. Is- does it get any better? You seem to be more or less tolerating the fact you’ve lost something important to your body. You know you’re not the same anymore but you seem to handle it way better than I do, and- please tell me it gets better. I feel so fucking alien and it’s like… yeah, I literally am an alien now. God, I don’t really know how to word this. I don’t feel like myself.I feel like I’m a spectator in my own body. It’s probably dysphoria and I really didn’t think I would ever experience that, and it’s weird because sometimes I look at myself and I don’t mind. I don’t mind because I know I did this to myself, deciding to be a fucking idiot and almost get myself killed. And sometimes the features really are cool. But then I think again, and suddenly everything is so fucking suffocating. You know it still hurts?”

YS blinked, trying to process everything. “Hurts? What hurts?”

Beefer sighed, grabbing onto his shoulder and pulling up the sleeve of his Dinaurian suit. The suit was designed to camo as the skin underneath, always throwing the rest of them for a loop, and it was weird to see it peeled back like a second skin. It seemed like even the suit had its limits on what to mimic as, though, because rolling the sleeve back revealed a nasty patch of a scar in the shape of a dinosaur’s fang. He looked between YS and his arm as he continued speaking. “It wasn’t exactly painless. Kind of like a vaccine booster but 100 times worse. I didn’t have to focus on it for long because I was busy throwing up all the poison that was literally killing me, but… sometimes it still hurts. And it reminds me every time it does. Cherry offered to let me use the human disguise device, but that feels awful in my head too. Because it’s a disguise. It’s not me anymore.”

This… was a first. Yourself had tried to get the alien to open up more about how this had happened, he only really knew bits and pieces. Knowing how gruesome and traumatic it actually was, he was surprised how well he was pretending to hold it all together really.

“Please just- tell me it gets better. I know you don’t know the future, and you don’t know everything. But you’ve had extreme changes to your body too. Just tell me it gets better. Tell me that with time I’m not going to constantly flip between being numb and accepting of this and violently hating myself the next second. I don’t know what I’m doing-”

Having heard more than enough, YS shook his head and pulled Beefer in for a tight hug. “Shit, man, you have it so much worse than I thought. Sorry. I- I don’t think I know how to really help you. That’s… a first.” He paused. Of course he didn’t know how to help. He didn’t have an experience like this. Having your wings torn off was one thing, but he still at least looked like himself in every other aspect. Beefer had gone through an entire body transformation just to keep himself alive. “It… it can get better. I’ve never really gotten over losing my wings, and I don’t think lying and saying I have will do any good. Not for you. Losing a part of yourself is never not going to be tough. And you feel like you’ve lost all of yourself, not just a part. Am I correct?”

Beefer nodded into the taller’s shoulder. His arms were curling around his back, funnily enough right below where YS knew his long healed scars were. Nails were bunching up parts of his shirt, but he didn’t care.

“I can’t pretend to know what that’s like physically. But I think it can get better. This is all still very recent for you and a lot more traumatic than you’re letting yourself think about. And the way you talk about your Pico and Cherry, you’re not letting yourself have a support network either. Because, what? You think they’ll only feel more guilt? Push you away more? I’m still pissed at your Pico to be honest but that’s not really my place or relevant right now. What I’m saying is let yourself have some time. Time to process. Mourn what you’ve lost and then work on going forward.” YS sighed, worrying his lip. “The rest of us BFs are normally just… shitters, really, because that’s just how we are. But I know all of them have the capacity to care and want to care. If you really need someone to talk to I think asking any of them would be successful. And yeah, none of us are going to know fully what to say. You’re the only instance so far that is a dinosaur alien. Dunno if there’s gonna be any more but. I would say hopefully not, but maybe I should say hopefully so. At least that way you’d have someone who knows exactly what you need.”

The two fell into silence, and for a moment YS wondered if he was really at all helping. But he could feel the smaller start to melt against him, mainly out of exhaustion. He was clearly tired, holding in a lot more than he was letting on. Having been cut off from any sort of comfort when he desperately needed it.

“It’s funny.” Beefer said after a while, not moving his face away from where he buried it into the crook of YS’s arm. “You really remind me of my brother, the more that I think about it. He’d probably say the same thing.”

Never has his blood felt like it froze faster than it had done now. Yourself’s grip tightened, seemingly unnoticed by Beefer- or he just didn’t care. His jaw clenched. “Brother…?”

“Yeah.” Beefer said, finally pulling away a little. “My brother. Shit, I didn’t mention him before did I? Oh… I haven’t seen him since everything happened either. He’ll be worried sick about me I think… But yeah. I have an actual adopted older brother. Caeru, that’s what he insists on being called. You remind me of him so much. He kind of looks like you too, honestly. Just like, way cleaner and put together.”

Caeru. Does this idiot think I’m fucking stupid? Latin for blue? YS thought bitterly. Well, maybe ‘idiot’ was rude, but he wasn’t talking about Beefer. He was talking about ‘Caeru’. BFs don’t have brothers aside from Ritz in some cases. Not a single world I’ve looked into has ever mentioned having a brother named Caeru. That’s not a brother. That’s another BF, and that’s not just any other BF. That’s a fucking ME, isn’t it? Using Latin?

“You alright? You’ve gone silent.” Beefer asked. “Something wrong?”

YS startled quickly, burying his thoughts and lying once again. “No, nothing. It’s fine. Just… thinking. Look, take as much time as you need here for now. I don’t mind.” Fucking stay out of your world when another one of me is fucking running around and apparently pretending to be your brother. Jesus christ.

He’d hoped there weren’t other versions of him that aligned with him specifically. So there really was more than one universe where something happens, something so devastating they became a Yourself kind of BF, huh? And Beefer clearly didn’t know. So that one was lying more egregiously. That was dangerous. Protect Beefer. Oh, what am I saying, Beefer can handle himself. I just don’t trust another instance of me that’s like me. Guess there’s another I have to keep tabs on without alerting this one of his brother being a liar.

[asherashedwings]

my computer sucks ass please infodump about this pico game it sounds interesting

YIPPEE INFODUMP TIME 💥💥💥

Basically the game takes place 3 months after the events of Pico’s School, and Nene’s wanting to have a picnic with Pico and a few others. After a bit of convincing, Pico decides to attend. But when he gets there, he finds that no one is there, and a lone note sits on the ground

So Pico goes to save his friends (which consist of Boyfriend, Captain, Darnell, and Nene), who have all been locked inside a lab of sorts. The gameplay is just a simple point and click pseudo puzzle game with boss fights sprinkled in, just like the original Pico games

Along the way, we encounter guards, which I am assuming are Peniliens of some sort due to details revealed later (and also their horns/horned helmets, a trait only really belonging to the Peniliens in this series)

Remember those boss fights I mentioned?

Well, here’s those characters

First we have Fleet, a soldier for the Peniliens with a gun for and arm and duplication abilities.

His death at the end of his fight is one that is non-optional. Either Pico kills him or he shoots himself so Pico can’t get any information out of him.

This is me getting into theory territory, but note the goggles he’s wearing. It bares a pretty close resemblance to Hanzo’s. So maybe that means the night vision goggles Hanzo has are Penilien technology that Cassandra gave them.

Also, take note of Fleet’s duplication ability, that’s important for later.

Anyways, moving onto the next boss, we have Atomica.

She is likely some sort of bomb specialist (given her name and her literal use of them), and also possesses the ability to float.

After her boss fight, we learn that she’s actually an intern and doesn’t actually know any details as to what is going on. Her death IS optional, in which Pico can spare her due to her reminding him of Nene

If spared, she will help by releasing Darnell and Nene.

Then, the final boss fight: Conquest

Except that’s NOT a new Penilien character, is actually CASSANDRA in DISGUISE for SOME REASON??

But yeah, wanted to note Fleet’s duplication cuz Cass does the same thing, implying that either it’s just a Penilien ability and Fleet was also a Penilien OR I WAS RIGHT AND PENILIENS DO HAVE MAGIC THAT THEY CAN PASS ON TO HUMANS. CHAT ITS ALL COMING TOGETHER

Either option is possible tho

That is the end of my infodumping, I hope my rambling was enjoyable

[raiy-yn]

Maybe this is the self shipper in me but the fnf dev team lowkey did nene dirty like her character was just fine until when phantomarcade started working on the weekends weeks and that’s when nene character started to go downhill

Firstly her being obsessed with pico just feels so forced because if I remember correctly back in 2022 it was (sorta) implied that she might be dating Cassandra and don’t give a fuck about pico cut to now nene is pretty much water down to a lovesick girl

and don’t get me started on the stress remix like wasn’t the whole point of the pico weeks that they are completely different from the original weeks? Why couldn’t they have nene throwing knives at the tankmen soldiers oh yeah because she LOVES pico so let’s have her being held up by him and squeezing him to death as a game over sprite sarc/

also Darnell gets done dirty too but that’s a conversation the fnf fandom is not ready for yet

im ready for that conversation brug, Idcccc if otis was more unexpected I WANTED TO SEE MY WIFE MURDER A BITCH.

now that you do mention it its KINDA weird though. during most streams he didn’t really hint at her being like that but then all of a sudden dave just made panini but asian. I wonder if it was just to feed the sharpshooter fans or if the speakers held some kinda significance. fuck its even weirder cuz A-bot has always been DARNELL’S GUY so it just has this air of bizarro world to it, like this is a world where darnell doesn’t exist despite thw fact that he literally does. maybe he really DOESN’T exist and was just erased from existence when he went to hating simulator lmao

[sprouts-xreader-stories]

“All I can say is ‘I hope you’re well’.”

Requested : No

Genre : Angst, Familial, OC X Canon - Aria X Pico [Pico’s School; Friday Night Funkin’]

POV : Third Person Semi-Omniscient

Warnings : MAJOR REFERENCES TO KILLING. IMPLIED CHARACTER DEATH. Reader discretion advised.

Context : This is an AU sorta thing I have! Pico found Aria in the snow when he was 20, she was 4, and he’s been raising her since then.

It was hard to breathe. Hell, it hurt to.

“Are you gonna take the job or not?” His boss snapped, pushing the file closer to Pico. He had to take the case. Or else he’d be killed. He had to take the case, kill the girl.

But the case was his daughter.

It was his life, or hers.

“…I-… I’ll take it,” he whispered, silently collecting the folder. All her info, everything he already knew about her, all there. Inside that folder, was everything the client had on her.

Everything his bitch of an ex had on her.

He walked out of his boss’s office. What was he supposed to do? The client had requested proof that she was dead; he wanted her horns. Pico couldn’t exactly put Aria somewhere safe and then say she was dead. Because Blue wanted proof that she was gone.

What did he have against her anyway?!

“…-kay? Dad? Dad.” Her voice knocked him from his distressed daze. “Wh- What? Huh?” Pico looked up. Greeted by those familiar bright red eyes, the ones that held so much trust in him. The ones that were so dull when he found her. “Are you okay. You look upset.” She stated plainly.

Pico could feel his chest tighten. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t put the fucking gun to her head. Could he?

He’d have to.

“Uh… I- I’m fine, Ari,” he managed to croak. “Just-… Just give me some time alone, yeah?” Pico waved her away, holding the folder tightly. He couldn’t let her see it.

Aria nodded, walking off, down the street. She was skeptical, but she listened. Pico just collapsed. He felt sick. He could feel the bile threatening to rise up his throat. He shuddered, eyes wide. He could feel his heart, beating almost too loud for him to understand the world. Everything was ringing in his ears. Where was he again?

People were staring. He had to move, but he couldn’t. Everything was blurry. Pico was acutely aware of each little sound, yet, he was so disoriented at the same time.

He had to kill her. He had to. Or else he’d die. And she’d have nobody to take care of her. But if he killed her, then what was the point?

He waited. And waited. Finally returning home, heart in his stomach. He watched her. So peaceful as she slept. His hands were shaking. He slowly, carefully, lifted the gun. He didn’t wanna think. Didn’t wanna do this. But he had to.

“I’m sorry, Aria… I’m so, so sorry.”

@parker-vaporwave-alt , @vexter-the-comedian , @drxgonspine

[piratesexmachine420]

This video keeps appearing in my recommendations and annoying me. What do you mean "8-bit Minecraft"? Minecraft for one of several historical 8-bit home computer platforms? Minecraft for one of several historical 8-bit video game consoles? Minecraft for some kind of modern 8-bit homebrew architecture? Minecraft but it only only uses 8 bits of memory/disk space? Minecraft but you converted all the game logic to use 8-bit integers and quarter-precision floats and 8-bit addressing? Minecraft for the PICO-8? Minecraft but it "looks old and low-res and isometric"?

Turns out it's option 3 (modern 8-bit homebrew architecture). You wouldn't know that from the title, which seems to imply that an 8MHz 65c02-based system and a 1.79MHz NES are basically the same!

[artistlara]

I love the Funkadelix Mod

[lycankeyy]

if you'll have me

Grins so big and wide like that one cat gif. BF number three everyone give it up for BF number three /silly. I'm actually not super confident in how I wrote YS here but whatever it's passable I think. Brayden tiem,,,

BFs in this one-shot: brayden (wildfire!bf, mine), ys (yourself/hs!bf, @ochrearia), boyf (fc!bf, mine) briefly

Note: Yourself isn't referred to by name for most of this and Boyf isn't for all of it. Lol. Also mild tw for like. Loosely implied suicidal ideation. Idk it's there BDKWHDJ

-

To say the past few days or so had been weird would be an understatement. It wasn't every day you had someone walk in through your mirror, let alone have that happen twice, though to be fair, Brayden had seen weirder.

He was a fairly solitary person, outside of his day job. Gina had pretty much been his only friend outside of Nene, who he only got to talk to on rare occasions anyway. He'd only met back up with Pico and Darnell recently, and while they'd been kind to him, they weren't exactly on speaking terms, in his eyes.

Brayden had also, as previously mentioned, dealt with all sorts of weird shit. Shapeshifting aliens, zombies, shapeshifting supervillains unrelated to the shapeshifting aliens, weird shit from other timelines. So the first time he saw some lanky, kind of off-putting dude on the other side of the mirror, and that guy that proceeded to attempt to speak to him, he didn't hesitate.

To be fair, this was the first time in a while his "shoot first, ask questions later" mentality ended up doing more harm than good.

He wasn't even necessarily talking about the guy who came in later. There's a lot in the way someone reacts to pain being inflicted upon them that tells you about their intentions. And from this other him's reaction, his intrusion wasn't at all malicious.

Brayden felt a lot in those weird few seconds that the other him hobbled off back wherever he came from before he could even process the thought to rectify what he'd just done. Not that a guy would want to have their wound dressed by the guy that just shot them, but it was the thought that counted. Or something.

There wasn't a lot to do after the fact other than feel guilty. Good going, idiot, you shot a complete fucking innocent. There goes your good record. You sure as shit aren't seeing the pearly gates now, fuckwad. And so on and so forth. He didn't even have work the next day due to the Dearests going on a brief vacation, so he had a whole thirty-six hours to mope into his pack of cigarettes.

And then this second fucking guy showed up.

It was yet another him (he called this one Phoney), little shorter than the other guy but a lot taller than him, and with a scar a lot like his own, but on the opposite side of his face. This guy made it immediately clear that the other guy was close to him, and, well, he didn't intend to let the whole shooting him in the leg thing go unanswered.

Aiming to be useful in these increasingly odd circumstances, Brayden very graciously offered Phoney his gun to shoot him in retaliation with. For whatever reason, the guy didn't accept it. Even looked a little disturbed that he offered. The nerve of some people.

That apparent social blunder sort of shut Phoney down all together. He'd clearly come over looking for a fight, but by that point, he almost looked like he pitied him.

Pitied was a pretty horrible thing to be. It was like the gross, moldy leftovers of love. He never understood the appeal.

Anyway, eventually that guy left, having gotten over whatever he came there for. Or something. Honestly, he wasn't entirely sure what the guy was hoping to gain if he didn't want to shoot him in the fucking leg like Brayden had the other guy. Whatever. At least he wouldn't have to explain to his boss why he had a hole in his thigh. Just why his smoker's cough got a little worse over the weekend.

That was until about two days later, when he was trying to pass out after his usual shift of "protecting" Gina, and he was visited yet again by one of these... mirrorwalking... clone... guys.

Surprisingly, it was the taller one. Visibly not at peak performance, because duh, and Brayden was thinking that he probably shouldn't be standing. So he said so. "You shouldn't be walking on that yet."

Not-Brayden shrugged, and while the pain wasn't one that could be easily hidden, Brayden could tell he was doing his absolute damndest to try. "Brothers say so, too. Doesn't hurt that bad, though."

Brayden blinked. "You've got some nuts, coming back after that," he said, and while other people might see that as a threat, it was actually a completely genuine compliment from him. Not that he wouldn't do the same thing in that situation, he just knew that wasn't exactly normal.

"I could tell you didn't mean it," he said, still remarkably casual. For as much of an act as he was willing to put up, he finally gave in to the urge to sit down on the bed, something it seemed he was completely unwilling to do until either Brayden gave him permission to do so or his leg finally gave out under him - he hadn't noticed the first option fast enough for the second not to come to pass. "Thought I'd drop by so you could get it off your chest. I wouldn't have kept you hanging for so long if I could have helped it."

Again, that was a weird ass statement. If it was from, like, Mr. Dearest or something, he'd see it as some sort of weird ego trip, basically telling someone you knew they wanted to apologize for something.

But maybe it was something about this guy's clearly slightly supernatural appearance, or the fact that he looked so similar to him, but he just kind of knew what he meant. And that was that, somehow, he'd been able to tell. Tell that he'd been sitting here in his pathetic little guilt puddle for days.

And obviously, that was a little mortifying. That isn't the kind of thought spiral you want other people knowing about. Kinda harshed the cool, rugged hitman vibe that he had going on.

Looking at him, though, it was impossible to deny that, yeah, that was exactly what had been going on, and he did feel awful, and he was sorry. He was really sorry.

"I just thought you were a shapeshifter or something. Better safe than sorry," he explained - but, damn it, wasn't that just an excuse? His trainer had always told him he made too many excuses. "... but I guess I'm pretty sorry now. So. Sorry."

Not-Brayden gave him a lopsided grin, clearly nonplussed about all this. "It's fine. It was bound to happen one of these times anyway, the amount of people I've scared the shit out of."

"You do this sort of thing a lot?" Brayden asked, tilting his head like a dog. Yeah, that was kind of a miracle. Before the other him could even respond, he continued absentmindedly, "is that where that other guy that looked like me came from? You just some squad of other me's?"

"Pretty much," he replied, almost looking grateful he caught on so quickly. Brayden briefly wondered how cushy the others' lives must be to not get it in two total seconds, before he realized that he was probably the weird one. "I can pick up on when other versions of me need support, so I do what I can."

At that, maybe to incidentally prove his point of being a weirdo, Brayden practically coughed out a laugh. "Good luck helpin' me, man. You're looking at Philly's lost cause numero uno." And he was proud of that, too. You know how many people were at rock bottom in this city? Because it was depressing.

If you asked him, he wouldn't be sure why he said that. It wasn't exactly a dick measuring contest, and if anything, he'd just be repelling one of the few things he'd wanted this whole time. But he said it, and amazingly, the other him didn't seem too fazed.

Maybe if he was the taddest bit smarter, he'd be able to tell that it was because that sort of thinking, as well as his unshaking belief in it, was the exact reason he'd been drawn to him in the first place.

"Either way," he continued casually, "it's more about you than me. As long as you want me around, I'm here. If you don't..." He gestured vaguely back to the bathroom, concerning the mirror. "Up to you."

Brayden felt like his brain stopped working.

What... what was he supposed to say in response to that? He wasn't sure he'd ever made a friend willingly in his entire fucking life. People just adopted him off the street like a stray cat. Was he even allowed to want this?? Like, externally?? Was he allowed to say, yeah, dude, I am so unbelievably fucking lonely, please for the love of god, I don't know what I did to deserve this but I have decided in the last five seconds that I would die for you?

"Will your friend be okay with that?" He blurted out, before realizing that bordered on incoherent without further context. "The other... me's, like, you all talk, right? One was here the other day and he was pissed, they all must hate me, right?"

The other him screwed up his face a little, looking behind him. He'd definitely considered it, and he definitely cared, but he looked like he was trying to convince himself to stop doing so. "They'll get over it. They're mad for my sake, and I don't want them to be mad." After a moment, he shrugged again. "Most of them hated me at first, anyway. Something to bond over, I guess."

Something clicked in Brayden's brain. Given how this guy talked about the other them’s... when he mentioned brothers earlier, he wasn't talking about the biological kind. Those other them’s were this guy's family. And he wasn't just being invited to some weird interdimensional BF mafia, he was being invited to a fucking family unit. Out of nowhere.

That wasn't... right. He hadn't done anything to deserve that. His parents were about the best he deserved in the first place, and they'd practically abandoned him when he was fifteen. He barely had a job. He didn't have a house. He had two friends, total. His life was essentially meaningless and over already at age nineteen. What the fuck was this? An anime plot??

Why couldn't he just outright say no???

"Are you..." He trailed off, the words starting to come out before they were even fully formed in his mind. "Are you sure you want me? I shot you damn near point-blank with an assault pistol, man. You're lucky you even still have two legs. There has to be someone better."

He only got the same frustrating, and somehow much more terrifying answer. "It isn't about me."

Brayden had learned a lot in his short life. One of those things was when to switch tactics. Clearly, avoiding it wasn't working. Time to break out ol' reliable. "... yeah, alright." He sighed, then tried for a smug grin. "Can't wait to see how shit this goes."

"That's the spirit," Not-Brayden said, almost completely deadpan if it weren't for the slight, almost undetectable comedic lilt to his tone.

There were a few moments of silence. Brayden wasn't exactly sure what to do now. What were you supposed to do after you made friends with someone? Hug them? Show them your rare Littlest Pet Shop collection? Introduce them to your parents??

The awkward air was cut by the other him saying something abruptly. "You can call me Yourself, by the way."

Brayden looked at him for a moment, processing that sentence, before asking, with complete sincerity, "are you sure you're not an evil shapeshifter guy?"

A pause.

"... eh...?"

[crossover-enthusiast]

Hey don’t apologize because you spoke your truth!

Looking back at the b3 lore I always wished the dev team actually focused more on shaya character (since week 4 was heavily implied to be about her and the relationship with her mother after running away and transition) but instead the dev team just wanted to focusing on out of nowhere angst for b3 boyfriend like remember when they did their own version of triple trouble and they were like “OOOH THERES THIS SPOOKY MYSTERY CHARACTER NAMED TORMENT OOO AND HES PART OF B3 BOYFRIEND TRAUMA OOO” like that’s cool but where the hell did he come from? Why are we talking about a random villain and not the rest of the based game weeks?

And it doesn’t help the fact that they tease the fans with mommy mearest senpai AND tankman and just for them to go “BUT WHO CARES ABOUT THE BASED GAME CAST WE GOING TO DO CROSSOVERS AND CONSTANTLY CHANGE THE SPRITES”

Thank god d-sides never fall victim to this and people behind it actually gave their fans the long awaited week 6 and 7 update along with other cool updates

EXACTLY

Like yeah doing funny expansion stuff is cool but. People did not initially fall in love with FNF because Sonic.exe was plastered all over it, they fell in love with the base game cast and how weird and cool and silly they all are

I never really got into B3 (tho it being cancelled is making me want to look back on it now, maybe finally really try it out), but it was one of the first remix mods to really make their versions of the FNF cast their own thing and not just "FNF to the left", and it actually really sucks that instead of building on that they focused on a bunch of other shit that wasn't base game

Even from the outside looking in the entire concept of Shaya not only being trans, but that actively factoring into her backstory and her relationship with her parents just sounds SUPER fucking cool

WAIT THIS REMINDED ME OF FUCKIN. Funkin' Mix. A mod with an incredibly creative concept -- characters getting elements of another character mashed into theirs -- and yet when V3 of that mod released, Pico's week being added was completely overshadowed by the fact they remade the entirety of Vs Imposter and included it in the same update for some fucking reason

They literally have designs of the rest of the base game cast shown off and instead of focusing on them it's just Among Us for an hour

Like. I don't get that. Funkin' Mix week 2 is literally one of the coolest Week 2s out there because it has other SM characters aside from Skid and Pump, and they don't. They don't fuckin build on that.

Sorry for going off on an entirely different mod tangent but I was actually super excited for Funkin Mix to update and seeing that they basically ignored the based game cast when they already had designs and concepts for all of them really pissed me off and turned me off from checking out the update

Uhhh I guess moral of the story. Everyone thank the D-Sides team for having common sense and actually caring about the source material they're adapting from

[fierykitten2]

I had a meme I wanted to make this morning but I couldn’t find the right template so you get this mess instead (me making the meme template myself instead of finding one online). Here is “would my favourite (headcanon) Smash friendship group plus the guys I want in Smash play God” feat Falcon, Samus, Fox, Mewtwo, Lucario, Robert, the Proto Beasts and the Neo Swords

I decided I would scale everyone the same based on how tall the pngs were which results in some unusual height discrepancies, probably the most unusual one being (best F-Zero racer) Robert being the same height as (best Pokémon) Iron Leaves (bare in mind the average Iron Leaves is 1.5 metres aka 4’11” and a demo version of GX listed Falcon’s height as 1.9 metres aka (approximately) 6’3” (I’ll be honest up to a point I prefer to measure height in feet and inches so I only memorised Falcon’s height in feet and inches I just made the corrections after visiting the F-Zero Facts wiki. Only reason I know Leaves’s height in both systems is because I realised its exactly 2 metres shorter than Wake and at some point I discovered it’s the same height as Meowscarada, Delphox and Armarouge, all of which I know are 4’11”) plus Falcon and Robert tend to be around the same height, even SNES-era when Pico and Goroh were much smaller. Admittedly height isn’t very consistent in F-Zero, GX shows Goroh is taller than Falcon but if I trust that demo information Goroh should still be shorter than Falcon. Also that demo listed everyone as a year older than they actually are in GX so it’s probably not supposed to be taken seriously. I still like the idea of having a debatably-canon height for Falcon if anyone knows what that demos says about Robert’s height I’m interested hang on I found a link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVaN9gi9BTk&t=476s it’s at 8:18 but I can’t read anything about a height and don’t even know if that information is on there (if this part sounds rushed, tumblr reloaded twice and both times it went back to “debatably-canon” and I had to start again just because I dared to be interested in the F-Zero Facts Wiki. I’m now taking steps to avoid that problem by saving this as a draft every so often) hang on, I don’t think it mentions his height bc I’ve seen where it’s supposed to be from Goroh and Falcon’s fact files but Robert’s one is shorter)

To explain the second and third tiers, Samus and Fire’s tier means they can’t play God because they lack anything like Falcon’s belt, Robert’s medical knowledge and Mewtwo and the Neo Swords’ psychic abilities but would willingly play God if given the chance and means to do it while Crown’s tier means it can play God it just thinks sometimes it’s best to let nature take its course (ironically for a robot and not even the Grass-type of its trio, in fact it’s the Steel-type. If anything it’s the least natural (okay given Cobalion is also part Steel that part’s probably not true))

Yeah I think Leaves and Boulder are both quite impulsive just in different ways (Leaves in a “manic pixie dream girl” way and Boulder in a “tough guy” way, both gender-neutral. Fun fact, I made another meme about these twelve where I called Leaves a manic pixie dream girl but the post never made it out because I didn’t like my way of pointing out for some of the categories I didn’t take the entire category seriously, just the core details (specifically Leaves being female being implied by “manic pixie dream girl” and Falcon and Robert implied to be parents by “big titty dilf”. I’m less defensive against the whole Falcon and Robert being parents thing because I accept it is possible especially if you believe that Kent isn’t just doing it for attention and given how mysterious the Maximum Velocity gang is, I think he’s just doing it for attention. Speaking of the Maximum Velocity gang being mysterious, they should meet some Paradox Pokémon. Anyway I take the whole “genderless/gender unknown” category of Pokémon a lot more seriously than I should (I’m still calling Cosmog’s line and the Hero Duo genderless even though their Pokédex entries suggest Lunala and Zacian are female and Solgaleo and Zamazenta are male) and especially given Virizion is also listed as genderless (again in a sort of “we don’t have the means to study this Pokémon” way) I can’t see Leaves as anything other than genderless)) and they’d both be ready to play God if they felt like it. Leaves is literally a Grass-type it has an advantage here (uhh, in playing God. I swear I didn’t start a random conversation with myself resulting in me talking about who would win between Leaves and Boulder. That kind of stuff happens irl, it doesn’t happen in my posts)

[mystery0028]

toast just covering his eyes or looking away for the starting spikes of level 4-4 of pico park dark is just so funny to me.

its like hes implying -> look at these dummys who can't survive the spike when i can do it with my eyes closed

[asherashedwings]

OH ANOTHER THING

I was thinking on how you said a lot of the Picos are clones and started thinking specifically on B-Side Pico bc he looks like Otis, and I can't decide which I like more:

That he's actually an Otis clone calling himself Pico, which would in turn imply there's a Pico clone calling himself Otis running around (the funnier option)

Or he's a Pico clone with elements of Otis spliced into him in an attempt to further harness the "warrior's gene" of his family line (the lore and character option)

...wait actually now that I'm thinking about it both of those could fit if there's an Otis clone that got spliced with Pico- neither of them know who they're supposed to be so they just took a name and ran with it

OOOOOOOOO GHWHERGGRRRHRHRHRGRRRGRRR I REALLY LIKE THAT SECOND ONE. GRGRGRGRRR I FUCKING LOVE LORE GUYS.

Making it canon now: B-Sides is a Pico clone spliced with some of Otis’s DNA. Cuz the Peniliens fucking would. He still only really has the memories of Pico, so he would be calling himself Pico.

Haven’t mentioned this before, but I did retcon Citizen Pico a bit to make it to where those clones were Penilien experiments in order to harness the warrior’s gene for themselves. They later resort to just trying to eliminate the gene all together when Pico foils their plans (which leads to the events of Pico’s Cousin 2)

I love all these ideas ur giving me dude. IM BEING SPOILED /pos

[animutate]

you update your followers on your pico-fucking habit like a divorced parent explaining to their kids why mom and dad are gonna be living separately

are you implying me and pico are getting divorced 😰

[nyagrounds]

Musings on Pico and Nene, written several years ago.

This is technically set on my monster/demonhunting AU, but I thought these were interesting and the closest I got to really cementing characterizations for this trio- unfortunately it seems I ran out of steam before I got to Darnell and now I can't for the life of me remember what his bit of this was supposed to be. In any case, under the cut is what I *did* manage to write. CW: pretty much the same dark subject matter that Pico's School covers except, you know, taken seriously. Also, HEAVY warning for discussion of nene's suicidal tendencies and ideation in specific.

the three survivors have like. impostor syndrome-based survivors guilt but in different directions

pico is very, VERY aware that, unlike what everyone assumes, he DIDNT survive because he was faster or smarter or more gifted at demonslaying than anyone else- he survived because cassandra deliberately spared him, because she apparently had a crush on him that he never actually noticed. so its twofold, the guilt of being spared through no action of his own without being more deserving of it than all those who died, but also because he has the constant feeling that he SHOULD have noticed and done SOMETHING.

like, originally when he realized these people were Literal Demons And Monsters he very quickly dehumanized them and kind of distanced himself from the notion of having killed four of his classmates, even if in self defense, but the more he learned about the actual mechanics of demons and such he ended up with the realization that actually, what happened was pretty much literally just a school shooting for very normal human teenage reasons, and the teens just so happened to be demons. so... it's not like he has any qualms about hunting or anything, in fact he thinks it's probably a good thing in hindsight that he no longer draws any morality lines between hunting monsters and just killing people, since oftentimes there isn't actually a clear line at all; but it does kind of fuck him up, the notion that if he had payed more attention to the weird emo kids, he COULD have reached out to them, cassandra at least. and because he's developed something of a weird hero complex, he feels like if he COULD have done something to prevent the shooting, but DIDN'T, that makes him directly responsible for what happened.

so that leaves him in this mindset of "the only reason i survived and no one else did is because i was in the position to stop the massacre in the first place, and didn't"

and that's his Big Secret, he has never actually told anyone about this. he just kind of lets people assume whatever they want to think about why he survived the initial shooting. even people implying he was actually the ONLY shooter just kinda rolls off his back. he's not really pressed about the bullshit people say about him, partly because nothing can make him feel worse than the actual truth he plans to take to his grave.

nene, on the other hand, pretty much just fully knows and accepts that she survived thanks to sheer coincidence, that's not a secret, she was in the bathroom when things went to hell and she stumbled across pico in the hallway, so that's just a well known Fact about the event.

her Big Secret, on the other hand, is that despite everyone assuming her depression and suicidal tendencies arose from the ptsd and survivor's guilt, she was actually already deep into suicidal ideation and had been distantly planning to kill herself far before the incident. in fact, begging pico to kill her was really more opportunistic than anything- obviously he not only Didn't Do That but ended up making himself out to be personally responsible for her safety troughout the years that followed.

nene feels like it's a cruel joke at her expense; her, idly fantasizing about death in class, while everyone around her would likely have done anything to survive; and yet, when death came, it left her untouched.

ironically, the more she recovers, the more it bears down on her as sheer guilt, where before it was mostly frustration. especially because she knows pico and darnell just assume she was perfectly fine before the shooting, that it's normal that she's so fucked up because she lived through something horrible. she feels like a liar and an idiot, that she's letting them think she has a Good Reason to be that way, when really she was ALWAYS Fucked Up for absolutely no real reason- she has a far more stable and supportive family and home situation than either of them, pico with his neglectful asshole parents and child of divorce darnell. there was nothing wrong with her life, but she wanted to throw it away; and worse even, that she had been childishly, selfishly upset that it would be that much harder to do so now, with the implicit responsibility to "live for the sake of those who can't anymore" and pico unsubtly fussing about her safety.

she knows full well that pico's got a Thing going on with needing to protect her and darnell, even if he doesn't really seem to realize the extent to which he does it- she knows HIS guilt is tied up with not having been able to save anyone. it's the reason he and darnell don't really talk anymore, but she kind of has to concede it's also part of the reason she never succesfully killed herself. not that darnell doesn't care about her, of course- he's just more prone to actually respecting whatever one wants to do with their lives, even if it leads you straight to self destruction. he'd be a hypocrite NOT to, she supposes.

pico is far less tolerant, though, in general and in specific. they get along well despite this, or maybe because of it; he doesn't stand for her self-destructive bullshit, and she doesn't take anything sitting down, so they have a very frank back-and-forth where they both know exactly where they stand with each other. and yes, pico's paranoia about her safety DID actually lead to him and darnell pulling her out of a bloody bathtub in time. even back then she had the presence of mind to be more grateful than annoyed.

still, that's her secret that she'll take to her grave, even if that grave awaits her many more years down the line than she'd once hoped for.