#Currently Coding... ;; Dash Games!

[franticmelody]

I've been seeing a lot of misinformation about the Switch 2 on my dash today and I'm not going to comment about prices or my opinion or anything but I just feel like clarifying a few things so that people have all the CORRECT info to judge whether the console and games are worth buying to them.

1. Game Key Cards- Physical Games are Just Downloads Now!

Yes, Nintendo has announced Game Key Cards, functioning how all PS5 discs do- as a key to unlock a digital download. However I have seen many people claiming all physical games are like this- this is not the case. Only 2 games confirmed for Switch 2 are Key Cards so far: Street Fighter 6 and Bravely Default. So only select games will use this. Not only that, but this also appeared in some form on Switch 1 already- you could buy physical games that contained... Nothing. You'd open your case and find a digital code to download the game. This was most commonly used on large 3rd party games with huge download sizes, or free games with large paid DLC such as Fortnite. So, all in all, this is another form for a rarely used already existing precedent, currently only on 2 3rd party games.

2. You have to pay to use your Nintendo Switch Games on Switch 2

I can see where this has come from as the talk of backwards compatibility and Nintendo Switch 2 Edition games used a lot of terms about a lot of different things. But all in all, you can put any* switch 1 game in your switch 2 and just play it. For free. The paid content is for specific games that feature additional upgrades- whether it be BotW and TotK with making the game run much smoother with its frame rate, or games such as Kirby and the Forgotten Land adding completely new additional content. While every backwards compatible game will take advantage of the Switch 2's higher power, the paid Nintendo Switch 2 Edition games go back in and update the games to natively perform better, which just running a game on a system with higher resolution without changing the code wouldn't do. Also, you don't need to pay to play BotW on Switch 2 without the Switch 2 Edition upgrade, you can play it on Switch 2 without the added frame rate boost.

*Not every game will run on Switch 2, this is true! But they have released the list of what isn't compatible, and the only games fully incompatible are games like Labo, which rely on features of the switch 1 that are not present in Switch 2. And since you can still use the original joycons with switch 2, you can still play most of them! The literally only game you can't play is Labo Vr Kit, because the system itself is a different size and will not fit into the toycon kit.

Again, not saying my opinions about prices or these features or what they're charging for what- this isn't an opinion post!!!! Just clearing up some stuff I've seen on my dash.

[little-annie]

Thanks to the @strangerthingswritersguild for the prompt and @eyesofshinigami for the brain worm 🪱 our conversation created.

Did you know in fan fic writing the term Rubber Ducking refers to bouncing ideas off of each other/ brainstorming with friends? Well I didn't. I thought it was a sex thing.

From that, this idea was born.

Rubber Ducking | M | 873 WC | Steddie | Buckingham

It was a cold February night when the first sighting occurred. The air in the apartment had felt different. Charged with an electricity Robin couldn't explain.

Something was happening. And at first she had thought it was an anomaly, then maybe a coincidence. 

But then it kept happening. 

Those black empty eyes met hers and mere hours later the sound of the city was lost to the wails of the night.

It sounded like torture.

Like the stripping of flesh and bones.

But even more horrifically, Robin learned it was anything but.

Sure, there was flesh and bone, but how Steve apparently getting absolutely railed by Eddie in the next room over had any connection to the rubber ducky that ended up on the living room coffee table every so often, Robin hadn't the slightest clue.

She just knew that unfortunately there had to be one.

A few weeks later, sitting at the breakfast bar and trying to ignore the low hanging neckline of Chrissy's already frankly obscene tank top, Robin notices the presence of yet another rubber ducky.

This one donning a Sailor's hat and suit. Similar to the one she remembers her and Steve wearing in their days at Scoops Ahoy. 

Not twenty minutes later she's met with Eddie asking if she knows where Steve hid his old uniform. Regrettably she tells him, and that night goes to bed taking precautionary measures with foam plugs in her ears.

The following week there's a light blue ducky on the coffee table instead, then a grey ducky the week after. Then after a few more weeks there's what appears to be a leather daddy ducky. 

Sometimes in between there's a plain normal rubber ducky.

“You figure it out yet?” Chrissy asks one evening, plopping down onto the couch next to Robin and setting her feet in her lap.

God what she wouldn't do for this girl and her polka dot pink fuzzy socks.

Looking over at the boys who are now apparently disgustingly in love, and currently trading lazy kisses and giggles back and forth in the loveseat, Robin sighs, “Unfortunately.”

She nearly had the code cracked before a drunken Steve had told her what it all meant.

Original Ducky = Someone is horny.

Sailor Ducky (Sir Butterscotch) = Someone wears the Scoops uniform. 

Light Blue (Richard) = Someone wants to give / receive head.

Grey (Bari) = Someone wants to be tied up/do the tying up.

Leather Daddy = "You really don't want to know Robin.”

So essentially flagging, she figures, but with various types of rubber duckys, which is horrific in its own way.

Now when one of them is feeling it, they pick a rubber ducky of their choosing and leave it out on the coffee table as a subtle way of asking for the represented attention.

“Sex Duck,” Robin sighs, leaning her head against the back of the couch, turning to look at Chrissy, “They have a fucking sex duck.”

“Like that show with the sex mug?”

“Like the show with the sex mug.” She answers flatly 

Sure seeing the ducks at home was bad enough, but when they started appearing in the wild it was so much worse.

First in Steve's car on the dash, then Eddie's van, then one day at work when Eddie came sauntering in and pulled a light blue ducky from his pocket, tossing it in Steve's direction before walking off towards the employees only bathroom.

They think they're subtle, but really they're not.

It's just another Tuesday evening when a new ducky makes its way onto the coffee table in the living room. Traditional like the first, but donning a pink bow and black painted on lashes. Feminine. Cute.

Like a game, Robin's began trying to decipher the meaning behind every duck before Steve inevitably tells her. It helps her cope with the trauma. 

This one though, makes her wonder. 

Sitting on the couch staring probably a little too intensely at the newest addition to the boys collection, Robin hardly notices when Steve plops down beside her.

She startles when she notices him, his voice catching her off guard. “Whatcha doing?”

“Trying to figure out what kink of yours this little lady represents.”

Steve hums and Eddie joins them shortly after, settling in the rocking chair across from them, giving the ducky the same odd look Robin had been moments ago.

“Whatcha doing, Buck?”

She gestures to the duck, “Figuring out her deal.”

Feminization maybe?

“Chrissy?” Eddie asks

“What?” Robin looks up from those cute long lashed eyes, “No. Your duck.”

Next to her Steve huffs a laugh, crossing his arms and leaning back against the couch. “Not our ducky, Rob.”

What?

“Course it is.”

“Not our ducky, Babe.” Eddie repeats Steve's words.

It has to be. “Well it's not mine.” Robin grumbles.

“No, no Rob it's not.” Steve nudges Robin's knee with his, “Maybe it's meant for you though.”

No.

No?

Looking far too excited, Eddie smirks, “Chris is in her room isn't she?”

Well… it… it wouldn't hurt to check would it? Maybe the boys are just teasing her, playing a game. But on the off chance they're not…

“You gonna go get your girl, Rob?”

Jesus Christ, she's going to, isn't she?

[rowdyluv]

summary: a requested prompt with trevor, trevor and y/n cuddling up sharing memories of their years together.

warnings: none, absolute pure tooth rooting sweetness, quite literally, “its so fluffy I’m going to die”

word count: 2.8+

notes: request made by @sweetestdesire - “Tell me again how you fell in love with me.” “I literally told you yesterday. “I don’t care, I wanna hear it again. Plus, I love hearing you speak.” - altered slightly but not much

© property of quinnylouhughesx43 ; do not copy and re-upload as your own - anywhere. do not place my work inside AI codes, do not translate.

The rare California rain gently fell against her bedroom window, carrying with it the faint echo of wind and the occasional honk of a vehicle. Trevor and Y/n lay snug in her bed, their limbs intertwined in a familiar sense of comfort. The soft rustle of their sheets joined the sounds of the weather that filled the room, a stark contrast to the joyous and thunderous cheers of Ducks fans they had just left behind at the Honda Center, a lingering memory of the game that had just concluded.

Hopefully gone were the ugly memories of watching Trevor’s team lose game after game, the Duck’s were on a hot streak currently winning the last five home games as shutouts.

Y/n's head rested on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart, a rapid strumming that was slowly beginning to flow back into normal rhythm.

“I’m sorry we had to spend our 4-year anniversary at my game.” Trevor mumbled, he had apologized already at least twenty times, feeling terrible for not being able to do something for Y/n that day.

“Trevor, truly baby stop, I love going to your games!” She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with affection. “I got to see you play, and score the game winning goal! I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else in the whole world, plus I am taking any opportunity to show off that I’m the only female who is wearing your last name with meaning.” She grinned a cheeky smile and he just shook his head.

They had met at one of his games, she had been dragged by one of her friends who was a die-hard Ducks fan. At that point in time, Trevor had been playing the not-so best season of his career. He was constantly in the box for silly retaliation calls, starting and finishing fights, he wasn’t scoring like a previous first rounder top prospect should have been. He was trying to keep himself from being distracted by the fans in the stands, so he hadn’t noticed her right away. It was her friend’s enthusiasm that had stood out among the sea of fans drawing his teammates eyes over during warmups.

However, when Trevor cracked and his attention was finally drawn by the way her friend cheered and yelled for his attention, his eyes fell on Y/n instead. The instant connection he thought that they had made, made him feel invincible on the ice that night. Trevor ended up earning himself a hat trick accompanied by two assists for a 5-1 win over the Sharks.

Trevor was determined to find her, after the game. He didn’t spare a single second for the media, he didn’t shower either. He wasn’t risking her leaving. In record time, he slung his gear off and changed into shorts and a t-shirt to make a mad dash out in hopes to find her still sitting in the seats behind the goal.

Luckily for him, she was still there. They ended up talking for hours after that game.

“Do you remember the night we met?” He asked her after being lost in his own memories about it.

Y/n’s eyes lit up, she had told the story to her friends and family a hundred times but hearing it from his perspective was something she never tired of. She nodded eagerly, “I was so nervous, I didn’t know why. Maybe it was because your eyes had this intense look when you were on the ice that night, or maybe it was just because you were so damn hot in your gear, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.”

Trevor pinched her waist playfully, a smirk playing on his lips. “I looked hot eh?” He teased, his thumb stroking the skin just above her hip bone. She giggled, swatting his hand away playfully.

“Stop it! You know you do.” Her giggle fit died down before she tried to speak again. “So, if we’re starting to share our memories together,” she smiled at him whole fully.

Y/n propped herself up on her elbow, sole purpose to be able to look at him better.

“Remember that night at the beach, when we had our first kiss?” Her voice was soft, a gentle whisper that danced in the air between them, stirring up the butterflies in Trevor’s stomach like it had that very evening as if he was a schoolboy again.

Trevor’s eyes searched hers, the question in her gaze so earnest, so hopeful. He couldn’t help but smile at the memory of the cool sand beneath his feet, the sound of the waves crashing in the background, and the way the moon had painted the horizon in a soft silver light. The night before she made a surprise trip to the Sharks arena to watch him play, unfortunately this game didn’t work out in the Ducks favor. When Trevor received her message post game about being there he turned towards one of Ducks equipment managers giving them directions to go get her.

“The night at the beach, the day after you surprised me by showing up at the game in San Jose?” He said, his voice carrying a hint of surprise. As if he would forget about it.

“Yes, the very one. Where I just showed up and you guys had just lost….but you still took the time to see me or I guess wanted to see me, so you sent someone out to get me.”

“It wasn’t a want after I knew you were there babygirl, I needed to see you. I knew you were going to be my girl after you bought your own $100 plus ticket to come watch me play and you went by yourself. You paid, knowing I could have got you free tickets all so you could surprise me.” Trevor's voice grew softer, the memory bringing a gentle warmth to his words.

He paused for a moment, his gaze drifting to the ceiling as he relived the night.

He had felt a fierce protectiveness over her as she approached the locker room full of raging hormonal men. He had almost immediately wrapped his arms around her, the smell of the generic body wash in the guest showers mingling with her perfume, something sweet and floral. The moment between the two shared in front of the locker rooms was when he had hastily asked her out to the beach later the next day.

Y/n layed back down on her stomach, her chin propped up on his chest, her eyes searching his as she spoke. "The night on the beach when you stopped suddenly when we were walking, I was scared you were bored or something," she confessed, a hint of vulnerability in her tone. She had never admitted it to him before, the small doubt that had lurked in the back of her mind that night.

Trevor stilled his motions before speaking, his eyes focused on hers, "Bored? With you? Not a chance." His voice was gentle, a warm caress that seemed to dispel any lingering shadows of doubt. "I knew right then I wanted to kiss you. I just had a moment of second guessing in case you smacked me or ran away." He laughed slightly as he smiled. “Then you turned back around and the way you looked, looked at me, I didn’t care if you smacked me. It wouldn’t hurt long. And hell, I’m a professional athlete. I'd catch up if you ran.”

Y/n felt her heart swell with affection as she laughed. "You're so dramatic," she said, her voice filled with love and amusement. She reached up and brushed a lock of hair from his forehead, her fingertips tracing the line of his cheekbone.

Trevor's smile grew with the soft touch of affection. "Maybe, but it's all true." His voice grew husky, the emotion of the memory thick in the air.

“Hey, Y/n?” He whispered, grabbing her by the waist with both hands lifting her to lay on top of him.

Her eyes searched for him, questioning and curious of the sudden change in position. He didn’t say a word, instead he leaned in and kissed her with a tenderness that could melt an entire ice rink three times over. It was the kind of kiss that made time stand still, where every beat of his heart resonated against her own. A kiss that was sweet and gentle, like a whispered promise of forever. It was a nice and welcomed difference to the passionate, urgent kisses they often shared in the bed they were occupying, but no less powerful in its own right.

When he pulled away, she found herself breathless, a soft blush painting her cheeks. “Trev, what was that for?”

He looked into her eyes, the warmth in his gaze making her feel like she was the only person in the universe. “I just wanted to remind you how much I love you, and that every day, every moment with you, makes me love you even more than I did the last time I said it.” He spoke with such conviction, his words a sweet melody that filled her soul. “I love you more now, than I did when we got home, and I’m sure you’ll give me a reason before tomorrow to love you more than I do right now.”

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat at his declaration, a feeling that was becoming as familiar as the sound of their breath mingling together. She knew she didn’t need the reassurance, but she craved it. She craved to hear his voice tell her that he felt the same way she did. That she wasn’t just some girl he had picked out in the crowd one night who had gotten lucky to get to know him, but the love of his life.

“Trevor.” Y/n whispered, laying her head against his shoulder, still lying on top of him, Trevor’s arms wrapped securely around her waist. “Will you tell me again how you fell in love with me?”

Trevor’s chuckle was a warm rumble under her cheek, a gentle reminder of his presence, and of his affection. “You’re like your little nephew asking for a bedtime story when he stays, you know that?” He said playfully, his eyes crinkling at the corners. But the request from her, nor the little guy, didn’t annoy him.

It was quite the opposite, it reminded him of their earlier days together. Back to when he first told her he loved her, back when she would ask him almost every day just to hear him say it.

He sighs and kisses her forehead before starting his story, his eyes closed as he recounts the moments that had led up to him falling for her. "I was in love with you far before I told you I was," he starts, his voice low and earnest. "Remember that summer when we got lost on our way to the Hughes’ lake house?"

Y/n nods, a smile playing on her lips, "You were so mad at the GPS," she murmurs, the memory bringing a hint of embarrassment to her voice, “thinking that it was wrong, but I had accidentally put the address in wrong. You never showed anger to me once we realized and wouldn’t let me apologize either. You laughed with me, not at me.”

Trevor’s arms tighten around her slightly. That summer had been one of the best of his life. It was the summer he had realized she was more than just the girl who had stolen his attention at the game. She was the girl who was breaking down every wall. Walls that he had no idea existed until she was in his life, because no other girl had ever managed to reach them.

"I was in love with you before I knew I was," he repeats in a caressing whisper. "It was the way you'd laugh at my terrible jokes, the way you not only cheer me on, but the entire team. It’s how even when I was playing like shit, you were still right there by my side. You see me for me I know that if I don’t or can’t play, you’ll still be here. You’re not here for the hockey side of me. It was the way you looked at me in a room full of people, like I was the only person in the room that mattered." His voice grew softer with each word, each memory weaving a tapestry of emotion in the air.

She’s heard the explanation a few hundred times over the four years, each time it fills her with so many emotions that she can’t help but tear up a little. She had never experienced such a love before Trevor, she never wants to experience anyone else’s but his.

“I knew it, when I had to pull over and ask that old man with his pet llama if you could pet it. You were so embarrassed I actually did it but you talked about petting the llama all day.” Trevor laughed remembering that specifically odd encounter.

“I still can’t believe I got to pet a llama because of you, that was pretty amazing.”

The warmth in her voice brought a grin to his face as he leaned further back into the pillows. She was so much more than he had ever hoped for in a partner.

"Every time I saw you, every moment we spent together, it was like you were throwing little glances of light into the darkest parts of me." Trevor's voice grew softer, his eyes still closed as if he could feel the moments more deeply that way. "You had this way of making everything feel right, even when everything was so wrong." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, his grip on her waist tightening slightly as the weight of his feelings pressed against his chest.

“The first time I told you that I love you that New Year’s Eve, when I flew back early to surprise you, during our first year together. I was so anxious. I had never felt this way about anyone before. And when I saw your face light up like the Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center when you opened the door to your apartment when I knocked, I had to tell you, right then and there. I blurted it out right in your face like the idiot goofball that I am. But whenever you feel so in love with someone the way I do, the kind that makes you want to jump out of airplanes to see if it matches the way they make your heart race or fight your way through the crazy mob of media instead of taking the interviews just to take a chance at meeting them.”

Trevor unwrapped his arms from her waist, only to move his hand to tilt her head to look up at him.

“Y/n, every day since then, that love has only grown and grown until it’s all I can think about, no you’re all I can think about. To the point I know that I want to marry you one day." His voice was steady, filled with certainty that had been growing in his heart for months, waiting for the perfect moment to tell her.

Y/n popped up with renewed energy, elated with the words that fell from his lips. “One day? Why not elope tomorrow? I have been waiting for you to say that for, forever. I don’t need big and fancy, I just need you.” She was beaming at him, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Trevor shook his head in amazement, his eyes filled with love and amusement. "You're something else, you know that?" He replied, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb. "But no, not tomorrow, I want to do it right. Meaning I am going to ask you, not you ask me. I also know that you do want some type of ceremony, I’ve seen you scroll through Pinterest.” He stroked the side of her cheek with his thumb, wiping away the small tear that had fallen. The smile she wore let him know she wasn’t crying from him saying no. “I have always been one to rush into everything. I want us to take our time and make sure that when we do get married, it's a day neither of us will ever forget."

Her heart fluttered at his words, feeling the love between them grow stronger with each shared memory, and his confession. The room grew quiet once again, their breaths mingling together in a soft dance of contentment.

"I can't wait for that day," she whispered with a yawn taking over her words, her second wind of energy vanishing as quickly as it appeared. "But until then, I'm happy being with you just like this." Her eyes fluttered shut and reopened slowly.

“It’s okay to go to sleep, I will be here tomorrow. I can always talk about whatever it is you have ready to ask me then.” Trevor assured here pressing a kiss to her head from an awkward position. “Close your eyes and go to sleep, babygirl.”

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[tsams-and-co-memes]

LAES Lunar Canon Info

Updated - 3/7/25

Lunar's likes:

Sour skittles, Smarty’s, and chewy chips ahoy

Beanbags

Things that glow in the dark

Metal music, as long as it’s still intelligible

Peaches and bananas

Comic books

Spider lily flowers

Space and astrology related things

Making an entrance

Spigot

Uncrustables

Kingdom Hearts

Anything sugary

Chainsaw Man

Sushi

Making himself smaller for other people (<- being small is a comfort thing for him)

Coffee (it's implied that he rarely, if ever, gets it though)

Tekken 8

Penguins

Friday Night Funkin

Bowser

My Chemical Romance

Wildberry poptarts

MLP (his favorite is Rainbow Dash)

Lunala and Pinchurchin (his favorite Pokémon)

His favorite expression of love is words of affirmation

Lunar's dislikes:

The ocean

Putting ice in his drinks

The color red

History. In his words, history sucks and is like the worst subject in school

The color yellow

Football

Eclipse (<- he's more indifferent to Eclipse now, more than anything else)

Bloodmoon

The creator

Jack (subject to change) (Lunar's cool with Jack now)

Peanut butter

Miscellaneous:

If Lunar gets too scared, he WILL cry

Unlike his brothers, he can eat food (<- retconned. They can all eat now)

When he is upset, anxious, tense, or getting scared, he makes a high pitched squeak sound that’s almost the equivalent of a whimper, but it sounds like a creaky door

His voice box has a concert hall sort of effect, in which a lot of reverb is added to whatever he says. There’s also another special function that lets him sound like he’s talking on an old radio station

He’s very sassy

He was originally made of nanomachines, before he was blown up by Eclipse

His birthday is August 11th

If he could have a pet, it’d be a chinchilla

He prefers showers over baths

He likes to act more childlike, although he himself is actually an adult

He has a habit of saying things that are very out of pocket

Lunar is slightly colorblind

He has weather based powers– namely wind and lightning (<- his powers are actually based on nature in general)

One of Lunar’s favorite games is Bloons TD6

His memory isn’t very good

Lunar doesn't wake up immediately and is groggy for a bit in the morning. He also screams every morning to help himself wake up more. His "wake up scream" also helps motivate him, too

It's implied that he watches Phineas and Ferb

He cleans himself via taking a sponge and scrubbing the metal parts of himself

Monty did design Lunar with the capability to change his clothes

Lunar's a sleep talker

Lunar can't read cursive, while Earth can

Lunar gets into a lot of trouble with small animals

When Lunar gets angry enough, he sounds more like Moon

He's good at math

He occasionally eavesdrops on Earth’s therapy sessions with people if he finds the person attending interesting at all

Lunar doesn't know how to read Morse code

Lunar's comfort food is chips, and he eats them when stressed

When Lunar had a tail, his tail apparently was sensitive

Lunar's not good at rhythm games

Lunar has a stomach hatch that opens sideways like a cabinet door

Lunar sometimes makes the kids dance in the daycare. He even dances with them

Lunar thinks Bowser "can get it"

Lunar could eat an entire crate of Nutella in 3 days, and his body would convert it into star power

Lunar doesn't watch R-rated movies

Lunar doesn't eat very much healthy food

Lunar is possibly Monty's smoking buddy

Lunar has a bedroom in Sun and Moon’s basement, then he has a separate room for napping

Lunar has a borderline addiction (?) to Nutella and even has a room he uses for the sole purpose of storing it

Lunar is pansexual, but doesn't currently know if he's polyamorous or not

If he could wear other clothes, Lunar would want sweatpants, baggy t-shirts, and at least one suit (for Earth's amusement, mostly. So she can pick him up and pretend he's her son or something). No matter what he wears though, he'd always have his hat

Lunar has a little private getaway in the woods that he goes to sometimes. Monty helped him build it

Lunar is non-binary and omniromantic

Lunar eats rice with his hands

Lunar doesn't clean up after himself

Lunar sometimes draws with his Nutella

Lunar's a lightweight drinker

Lunar's awful at scheduling things

[forestgromlin]

intro post!!

special interest: hermitcraft + life series current hyperfixation: hungry hermits!! (tango’s game in hc10)

more info below the cut!

Basic Stuff

call me: bee (like this lil guy -> 🐝)

minor (nothing weird please)

pronouns: she/her mainly, they/them is good too

sexuality: aegorose

art is under #bee doodles blog where i reblog stuff: @forestgromlinreblogs

Other Stuff

(may have been a hyperfixation in the past or is a general thing that just hangs around)

singing (i’m a soprano, and am in choir and musical theater, my range is around A3-G5 on a good day)

piano (i just started learning again, i used to take lessons when i was in like. 3rd grade?? maybe??? idk)

fanfic (i only read it, i don’t write it)

i like coming up with ideas for books and editing, but not writing the actual story lmao

i think programming/coding is very cool, i have done some very very beginner stuff before (if anyone has heard of perchance.org, i made a warrior cats things that has like 10k views or smt at this point 😭 it’s really bad, the code is so messy)

i would like to possibly go into game development in the future bc it combines a lot of stuff that is very interesting to me, but i currently don’t even have a computer i could use, so uh.. yeah

hermitcraft

life series

language/languages (grammar, linguistics, etymology, learning new languages, etc.)

art (i draw on procreate)

marauders (harry potter)

harry potter (i do NOT support JKR)

kotlc

the owl house (this my FAVORITE SHOW i love it SO MUCH ASGDHFHFJFHFUUFGUUVHFJF)

she-ra and the princesses of power

bluey

pjo, hoo, toa, mcga, etc.

good omens (i’ve read the book and watched the show, but i’m specifically referring to the show)

hamilton

newsies (the musical. specifically the pro-shot on disney+. also my mucial theater class performed newsies and i got to play davey so that was awesome)

lotr

rings of power (i’ve only watched season 1)

six: the musical

i used to play violin for like 2 years

music:

maisie peters

noah kahan

chappell roan

laufey

conan gray

boygenius

phoebe bridgers

clairo (specifically the album Charm)

plus many more!

im one of the people that saw tumblr stuff on pinterest before joining tumblr

im very friendly online and would be happy to chat!! feel free to tag me in whatever

tag system

#bee’s thoughts - random original stuff, ramblings, thoughts, questions, etc

#bee doodles - sometimes i get the motivation to art, you can find it all under this tag :D

#bee watches stuff - i’m making my way through a giant list of hermitcraft and life series series, updates will be under this tag :]

#bee’s song of the day - i’m gonna try to do a song of the day everyday!! feel free to remind me if i haven’t posted one lol (i almost never do)

#bee does texting - screenshots of texts i or my friends sent

#bee’s ultimate quiz - i made a really hard quiz about myself and had y’all take it to see how much you know about me :] maybe someday i’ll hold it again for new moots or make a new one? lmk if you’re interested (if so, google forms or kahoot or both?)

tags for moots

(so if you want to see all of my interactions with a certain person, just filter by their tag!)

(lmk if you dont wanna be here, or if you’re my moot but you’re not on here! i’m really bad at staying on top of stuff like this lmao, trust me, i encourage you to tell me)

#my beau-dee-ful wife <3 - @twinklefwinkle <- at the top bc she is my fiancée <333 i love her sm (her name is dee she is amazing)

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#bug!! - @musical-dash-trash

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[sukunatoes]

Sanguine

Chapter 7: What Lies Beneath The Surface

True Form Sukuna x Fem Reader

18+ ONLY, MDNI

Chapter Index

It was quite the somber sight — your once bustling neighborhood was now nothing more than a ghost town. As the evening drew close to midnight, its sky was nothing more than a black abyss. Thunderclouds blocked off the light of the moon, with the only source of illumination coming from your headlights and the seldom street lamp.

You applied pressure on the brakes, allowing yourself to slow down enough to effectively weave through the debris that littered the barren streets. As you drew closer to your apartment, the scene in front of you only grew more bothersome. Your neighborhood had been in bad shape since the Culling Games first started, so this was nothing new that you were bearing witness to. Regardless, it still struck a nerve to see your colorful, lively neighborhood be reduced to such a state.

Many of the surrounding buildings and homes were in ruins, with only an occasional one still intact. The area was completely evacuated. However, it seemed to remain a hotbed for cursed spirits. You could sense hundreds, if not thousands, within just a couple of kilometers. Albeit most of them seemed to be incredibly weak.

You cut your eyes over to Sukuna, who was crammed into the passenger’s side of your car. His seat was reclined partially. Otherwise, he’d have to duck to avoid hitting his head on the roof. Two upper arms were folded across his chest as his two lower ones rested in his lap.

Both of his legs were ramming into the dash despite the seat being fully pushed back, and he was shoving the left side of his body into the door to avoid intruding across the center console into your space. It was likely not out of consideration for your comfort, but more so he truly did not want to interact with you if it was avoidable.

Sukuna’s head was angled toward the window, with all four eyes gazing out of it. Every time he had been in your car so far, his discomfort was obvious, though you knew he’d never voice it. This current world was not built for someone like him.

Then again, was it ever?

As far as sorcery goes, Sukuna was the ideal being. He possessed both exceptionally large amounts of cursed energy and the capability to wield it with razor-sharp precision. However, even if he did not have that, he still would be a force to be reckoned with.

His sorcery abilities were unfettered largely in part to his remarkable physical form. A second set of eyes gave him enhanced perception, while two extra arms allowed him to weave hand signs more efficiently. Plus, an extra mouth afforded him more opportunities to chant incantations. It was as if he was specially evolved to be an unsurpassable sorcerer.

Without a doubt, his body gave him advantages in fighting that no other human would ever be able to achieve. In the world of jujutsu, Sukuna was perfect.

But what of the world outside it? The parts of one’s world where sorcery did not matter — the parts where one just existed. How had Sukuna fit into that world in his previous life?

You snapped your head back to the road in front of you before giving it a soft shake to rid your mind of such a ridiculous question. He was your enemy and, upon finding the divine weapons, would soon become your opponent as well. There was no room to offer a being such as him any empathy, no matter how fleeting the thought may be.

Ryomen Sukuna was considered to be the most vile, evil human to ever walk this planet. He was cruel and sadistic. Bound by no code of honor and lacking absolutely any morals, he lived solely only for himself. Upon returning home, you would plot out a new course in your hunt for the weapons, and once acquired, you would rid this world of him once and for all. You’d allow yourself just one month to do so.

A familiar building began to come into your sight. Just five stories tall and made from concrete, it was simple. No frills or amenities, just basic and reasonably priced apartments. Regardless, it was your home, and considering everything you had been through the past few days, you had never been happier at the sight.

You pulled into your usual spot on the side of the street and shifted into park. Reaching behind you, you grabbed your bag before swinging the door open and jumping out. The lights at the bottom of the stairwell were lit, which meant your building still had electricity.

Excellent.

Wasting no time, you quickly ascended the stairs all the way to the fifth floor, where your apartment was. The wind was beginning to pick up as you fumbled with your keys in the breezeway. Slipping the key into the lock, you turned it counterclockwise and pushed the door open. Holding the door open with one hand, you ran the other across the wall until it settled on the light switch.

You kicked your boots off to the left of the door and immediately entered the kitchen. As much as you wanted to shower and change into clean clothes, cooking came first. You had been five days without a decent meal, and it was at the forefront of your mind.

With a soft thud, you let your backpack fall from your hand onto the tile floor. You pushed it aside with your foot before sliding your keys across the granite countertop.

Making your way to the refrigerator, you bent down, reaching for the handle on the bottom drawer. You pulled the freezer door open and began examining the contents, seeing what your options were. It was limited, as you knew you’d be on the road and hadn’t been shopping since you had been assigned your mission.

An unopened bag of frozen tuna steaks, a singular salmon fillet, and four packages of steak were all that awaited you. The tuna would likely take the least amount of time to prepare a meal out of, so you grabbed onto the plastic bag and lifted it up.

The front door could be heard slamming shut, and within an instant, you could feel two sets of eyes on you. Glancing up, you saw Sukuna standing opposite you, with his arms crossed.

Right.

You still had him to deal with.

You glanced down at the frozen tuna in your hands. Usually it would be non-negotiable to prepare a meal for a guest staying in your house, but he was no ordinary guest. If he could even be considered a guest at all. Something like basic hospitality should be completely off the table. He absolutely didn’t deserve it.

However, there was one issue that could arise. Even if Sukuna did not have to eat for survival, he ate for pleasure. He was bound to desire something to eat at some point during his stay here, which meant he’d seek it out on his own. You knew what kind of vile appetite he had, and although there wasn’t a human within multiple kilometers, he might still make the trek to find one.

Perhaps if you could sate his hunger before it fully develops, you could avoid something like that happening. But what could you offer him that he’d be willing to eat?

You scrunched your nose in annoyance.

What a pain in the ass.

“Woman,” he grumbled. “What the hell are you doing?”

You finally looked back up at Sukuna, and it was the first time you had actually looked at him in hours. Every time had been nothing more than a fleeting glance, but studying his face now underneath the fluorescent kitchen lights, his exhaustion was apparent. His stare was blank and almost unfocused while his shoulders slightly drooped into a lazy posture.

Strange.

You knew his behavior had been off throughout your short time together, but you didn’t realize the extent of it. Something was off with him, you knew that much. Even though you hadn’t personally met Sukuna before your unfortunate encounter just a few days prior, you knew enough about him to know he’s been acting uncharacteristically the entire time.

While he’s been aggressive and cruel towards you, he’s also been a lot easier to deal with than you could’ve ever imagined. You had mainly chalked it up to him being stuck in a vow that ensures he cannot harm you and possibly a change in his personality due to his brush with death. But what if there’s something else you’re missing entirely?

“I’m making something to eat, and I plan to make enough for the both of us. If you want to partake, then you’re welcome to do so.”

“What makes you think I want to eat your shitty fucking food?” His empty expression quickly twisted into a scowl.

A sigh escaped your lips as you dropped the bag of tuna back into the freezer. He was really going to make such a simple task impossible. “Well, don’t. That just means there’ll be more for me, so I won’t complain.”

He scoffed before you could even finish getting the words out of your mouth. “And what was it you thought was even worthy of offering to me?”

“I don’t know,” you replied truthfully, throwing both your hands up in exasperation. “I do not know what I’m making yet. Think about it if you want, or not. I really do not care.”

A second scoff.

You looked back down into the freezer at what you had to offer him. There was a large chance he wouldn’t eat no matter what you served him. However, if there was a way you could possibly prevent him from harming any humans, you’d try anyways.

He seemed to like the beef jerky he stole from you earlier, and you knew Uraume had served him roasted boar a couple of nights prior. The steaks were probably your best bet. If he did decide to eat what you made, he’d probably eat a vast amount of it. You imagined he had an appetite as large as his terrible fucking attitude.

You reached for the packages of steak. Each one contained three individual steaks, so if you cooked two packages, you could feed him five and eat one yourself. Hopefully that would be enough.

You stood up and walked over to the sink, setting both packages to the side. Sukuna’s eyes burned into you as you sliced into the packages and pulled out the frozen meat before setting them in a large bowl of water to help them thaw.

“It’ll likely be an hour or so before it’s ready,” you informed him as you turned back around, pulling a rice cooker out from one of the bottom cabinets. “If you’d like, you can go clean yourself up. I have a tub large enough to comfortably fit you, and I know it’s been a while since either of us bathed.”

You set the rice cooker on the counter and plugged it in. Glancing over your shoulder, your eyes met his as he just stood there glowering at you.

“Or not. Do whatever you want. It’s just an offer while we have access to running water.” You reached up into one of the top cabinets and pulled down a bag of rice and an unopened bottle of mirin. “But if you do decide to bathe and want me to wash your clothes, leave them outside the bathroom door, and I’ll stick them in the washer while you soak.”

Nothing but silence.

You continued your task of prepping dinner as you finished rinsing and putting the rice in the cooker. You opened the fridge to pull out a few more ingredients.

Steak donburi is what you had settled on to make. It was a fairly quick meal and loaded with protein, so maybe, just maybe, it would be up to his standards. You weren’t even sure if he’d eat the rice, but you assumed he’d at least try the steak and the egg.

After a few minutes of glaring at you in silence, you could finally hear Sukuna stomp away in retreat, and soon after, the sounds of a slamming door and running water followed.

“Thank god,” you muttered under your breath. He acted more like a petulant pest than the King of Curses.

You made your way over to the bathroom, and right outside the door was a black haori and a matching pair of pants. Scooping them up, you walked back towards the front of the apartment. In the front entryway, a small washing machine and dryer were tucked away behind a pair of folding wooden doors.

Shoving them in the washing machine, you poured in some soap and pressed start on the cycle. As soon as they finish, you’ll just use your cursed technique to dry them rather than use the dryer so Sukuna wouldn’t have to wait.

You shouldn’t even be doing his laundry at all, but they were the only clothes he had, and frankly, you didn’t want him sleeping on your furniture in them. It had been five days since you had last bathed, and it had likely been even longer for him. He didn’t appear to be someone with bad personal hygiene, but he more so just hasn’t had the proper facilities to do so.

You could hear the sound of water cease as you headed back towards the kitchen to get started on the steak, and you could hopefully pull something together that would be enough to satisfy Sukuna.

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The water had long gone cold since Sukuna stepped into the bath, but regardless, it still felt good on his body. His head was leaned against the wall behind the tub, with all four of his arms resting along the sides. You were right — he did comfortably fit into the tub. It had been a long time since he was able to relax like this.

A pair of footsteps could be heard just outside the door, followed by a soft plop. It was likely his now-cleaned clothes being brought back to him. The footsteps softly retreated, and the second he was sure that you were gone, Sukuna sat up and reached down towards the drain to lift up the plug.

As much as his muscles longed to continue soaking, an aroma wafted throughout the apartment and smelled of freshly roasted meat. He originally had no desire to even try whatever pitiful excuse of a meal you would attempt to serve him. However, he supposed it wouldn’t kill him to give it a try. Even if it was nothing more than an excuse for him to further berate you.

As soon as the water began draining, Sukuna pushed himself up to his feet and stepped over the edge of the tub onto the tile floor. A single gray towel laid across the counter next to the sink, although it was unfolded and likely used. He brought it up to his face and took a large whiff. The right side of his upper lip immediately curled into a sneer. It reeked of you.

Disgusting.

Sukuna tossed it over his shoulder, and a soft sound could be heard as it collided with something behind him. The fact you even possessed the nerve to imply he needed to bathe was astounding. Whether it was true or not was irrelevant. Usually he would never tolerate such impertinence, and if it had been anyone else who had said such a thing, it would’ve been the last words they ever spoke.

That goddamn vow.

Although he supposed it really didn’t matter. Soon, you’ll be suffering a fate far worse than your minuscule brain could ever comprehend. The thought alone was enough to bring a brief smile to his lips.

He reached down to the cabinet underneath your sink and yanked open one of the doors to reveal a stack of neatly folded and presumably clean towels. Pulling one out, he started atop his head and began vigorously rubbing the fabric against his wet hair. He then slowly moved onto his face and his torso, allowing the cotton to absorb the dampness from his skin before finishing off the lower half of his body.

Now fully dry, he made his way over to the door to see his freshly washed clothes lying in a folded pile right outside. He slipped on his pants and haori before following the tempting scent back to its source.

Sukuna had been correct, and it was the scent of roasted meat. He leaned against the wall and observed as you were slightly bent over the kitchen counter, a knife in one of your hands diligently slicing through a chunk of meat, while the other hand held it in place. As soon as you finished the first piece, you moved on to a second.

The outside appeared to be charred, giving it a deep brown crust on its edges, while the inside was a reddish hue. A bright, scarlet liquid seeped from the center. At least a moron like you had enough common sense to prepare him some sort of red meat.

“Have you decided whether you want some or not?” You inquired, never once looking up as you pushed the second now-sliced hunk of meat to the side and reached for a third.

“I suppose I’ll indulge. I do look forward to seeing what else you can pathetically fail at.”

With a click of your tongue, you briefly cut your eyes over to him before returning them to your task at hand.

You thought you were difficult to read, and to most people you probably were. However, Sukuna was not like others, and even being as idiotic as you were, you should’ve realized that by now. You could play aloof all you desired. He was still able to peer through the cracks of the feelings you regularly tried to repress.

Emotions often act as a catalyst for exposing one’s weaknesses. Unfortunately, you seemed to possess the ability to quickly regain control of yours. Even after your draining fight with that cursed spirit, you had gotten ahold of your anger before it began to spiral. It was a sign of a decent mental fortitude.

No matter, he’d still find a way to wear you down bit by bit. If he could not physically control you, he needed to find a way to do so mentally. He would patiently chip away at your exterior as he awaited Uraume to return with Tatsumaki, and in time, whatever lies beneath the surface will be laid bare for him to see. All he desires will finally be his for the taking.

Sukuna sauntered over to the wooden table in the center of your living room and lowered himself down as he awaited you to serve him. He dragged his fingers across the table in front of him. The surface was completely empty. In fact, besides furniture, your apartment was almost completely bare.

It was strange — most humans decorated their personal spaces according to their tastes or hobbies, but yours was completely void of anything of the sort. No pictures of family or friends graced the walls, and no forms of entertainment were to be spotted. It was like a blank slate.

Whenever you had first mentioned coming back here, he hoped he’d be able to gather more information on you just by observing where you lived. However, it wasn’t likely, judging by his current surroundings. He’d have to acquire what he wanted through different methods.

“It’s steak donburi,” you informed him as you made your way over with a bowl in each hand. You stretched out your left arm to place the bowl directly in front of him, and a pair of metal chopsticks clattered onto the table immediately after. “It’s nothing but rice, steak, a few seasonings, scallions, and eggs.”

Sukuna leaned over to inspect the meal in front of him. Short grains of fluffy, white rice were almost completely covered by thin strips of the meat you had sliced up. Two large amber yolks were perched atop, with the occasional green speck littering them.

You placed your bowl opposite Sukuna’s and lowered yourself down to the floor as well. Your portion was a similar size to his, except with only half the amount of meat and much more greenery.

He observed as you pushed your chopsticks into the yolks on top, allowing them to break and spread their gooey interiors throughout the dish. You carefully picked up a slice of the meat and some rice before bringing it to your mouth. Gentle, deliberate chews followed before you reached to pick up another piece.

Sukuna knew you were starving. You were unlike him, which meant your mortal body actually required sustenance to survive. For the past five days, you had lived off of small amounts of food, never once having a full meal. Despite the hunger you must feel, you still ate mindfully and leisurely. It was a show of self-restraint in a situation where one did not need to exhibit such behavior.

Interesting.

He looked down at his own food and finally reached towards his pair of chopsticks. It looked and smelled decent enough, he’d give you that much. Most modern food did not appeal to him in the slightest, but this he may just be able to stomach.

He lifted the bowl up with one hand and used another to pick up two slices of meat before bringing the chopsticks to his lips. Upon tasting it, he immediately clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes.

He loudly chewed and swallowed before hurriedly grabbing two more pieces of the meat, this time dipping them into one of the egg yolks and picking up a small amount of rice along with them.

“Is it tolerable enough for you?” Sukuna glanced up to be met with your inquisitive eyes. You seemed genuinely curious.

“Hardly,” he growled through gritted teeth. “I find myself barely able to choke it down.”

It was actually an adequate meal. No, it was more than adequate. But he’d sooner fucking die than ever tell you that.

The two of you briefly ate in silence, but it wasn’t long until Sukuna’s meal was devoured and he once again found himself feeling unsatisfied. He dropped the empty bowl, allowing it to clatter against the table and break the quiet atmosphere.

“More, now.”

With a gentle sigh, you reached outwards and lifted up his bowl. “Thankfully I anticipated you having a large appetite.”

You soon returned with his bowl replenished. However, this time your opposite hand carried two books in it, one of which he recognized as something you had discovered the night of your fateful meeting.

Setting his meal in front of him, you made your way back to your seat before opening the book he wasn’t aware of. You pulled out a singular folded piece of paper and opened it up, allowing it to spread across the table.

A map of Japan.

“This is where we are.” Your finger hovered over the star that was labeled as Tokyo.

You insolent brat.

“I know where Tokyo is on a fucking map,” Sukuna spat.

You completely disregarded his statement, allowing your finger to slowly trace further down. Another thing you often did that pissed him off.

One of his lower hands that rested by his side began tightly clenching into a fist, his knuckles turning a shade of white. This was not the first time you had ignored him, although if he could have his way, it would certainly be the last.

“Originally I had planned to start my journey at the northern part of the country and work my way down.” Your finger glided further down the map, beginning to near the southern coast before it came to a halt. “However, due to unforeseen circumstances, there will be a change of plans, and instead we’ll start in this area.”

Sukuna did not give a shit what the two of you did nor where you went on your pathetic little search. He just needed to keep you occupied and in one piece until he could get ahold of the wind weapon. He just grunted in acknowledgment and continued to eat the meal in front of him.

“There’s a bunch of abandoned towns in this area, so I’m sure we’ll be quick to find shelter and supplies. Plus there’s a bunch of locations to be searched just within a few hours of one another.” Your finger began to tap on a few different locations on the map, although he really paid no mind to exactly where they were. “We’ll be able to hit multiple within the same day and get through them faster.”

Sukuna knew you were impatient to cover more ground and finish your mission as fast as possible. You wanted to be free of this laborious task, and more importantly, him. However, slowing your search down was beneficial to him at the moment. While you were busily entwined in your hopeless quest, it allowed him more time to lay the groundwork for his scheme. But more so than anything else, stalling you gave him time to rest.

Forming this new body of his from cursed energy alone was utterly exhausting and had taken everything out of him. He had been hoping to be back to normal by now. However, his body was still desperately trying to recover from the strain he put on it. You somehow hadn’t realized it yet, but he was weakened in this state, and had you been able to pick up on it, there was a chance you could have finished him off during your first encounter.

How unfortunate it was for you to have already missed your only opportunity to complete your mission. Sukuna grew less fatigued by the day, and it won’t be much longer until his regeneration is fully completed.

You babbled on about your plans for the search, but he wasn’t paying attention. Rather, he finished the second portion of the meal and pushed the empty bowl to the side as he awaited your obnoxious rambling to cease.

After you finally shut your damned mouth, you carefully lifted up the map and refolded it neatly before setting the open book in front of him. Sukuna glanced down with one of his eyes and immediately straightened his posture, leaning forward at the sight that was now before him.

“Where did you get this?” He carefully reached down, his fingers caressing the worn pages.

Each page held a drawing of two weapons. On the left were two tantō blades, and on the right were two katanas. It looked like something had been written underneath each individual weapon, but the bottom parts of both pages had been ripped out. In the center, stretching across both pages, was a singular kanji, sanguine in color.

Divine.

That’s how you knew of the weapons.

“I stole this from the Gojo clan’s personal library years ago along with a few other books that contained information on the weapons.” Sukuna’s eyes immediately snapped up to you. “I was forced to return the others but managed to keep this one concealed.”

You claimed you were after the weapons as a way to successfully end Sukuna’s life, so why did you steal this book years prior to his incarnation?

You sat up on your knees and leaned across the table, pointing with your index finger at the pages. “Apparently the weapons each have individual names, but someone tore them out years ago.”

Sukuna ran his finger along the jagged edge where the fragile paper had been torn. That’s why you only referred to them as the divine weapons.

Kazan, the fire weapon. It was a katana and the largest of the four. The hilt was a vibrant red hue and adorned by delicate gold ornaments in the shape of flames that could be seen protruding from underneath the wraps. Its tsuba and blade were golden as well.

Tsuchi was the earth weapon and was also a katana. It was the plainest of the four weapons. The hilt was an emerald green, with the tsuba and blade both being silver. No intricate carvings or adorations could be found anywhere on it.

Suiryu was the formal name of the water weapon. The tantō’s blade itself was golden, while the hilt was wrapped with various hues of blue. Suiryu’s tsuba was not circular but instead shaped like a wave. It was the smallest of the four weapons.

And finally, Tatsumaki, the second tantō. The prize Sukuna was eager to get his hands on. It’s said to be the strongest of the four weapons. The blade along with the tsuba were both silver in color and carved with intricate designs, while the hilt was wrapped in lilac with silver adorations peeking through.

All four weapons possessed a unique ability, although Sukuna only knew what Tatsumaki and Suiryu were capable of. He knew significantly less about the katanas.

“How is it these weapons that allegedly have the power of a god exist, yet I’ve never heard of them despite living in an era close to their existence?” He cut his eyes up to you.

“They’re not talked about outside of the three major clans. Only members of the Gojo, Kamo, and Zenin families are allowed to know of their existence.”

Good. You really were clueless. He figured as much, but it never hurt to check.

“And you claim to be from a non-sorcerer family,” Sukuna drawled as he pushed the book back towards you. “Yet you know plenty about them.”

For a brief second he saw it. A fleeting look in your eyes that if one were to so much as blink, they’d miss it entirely. A look Sukuna couldn’t quite put a name on. Was it anger or sadness he saw? Perhaps even disgust. Maybe a mix of all three.

“It’s complicated,” you shrugged, pushing yourself to your feet. “And not really worth discussing.”

It may not have lasted long, but that momentary expression gave him what he was so restlessly searching for, a possible weakness he could exploit. Whether it was the mention of your family or the three big clans, he did not yet know. However, he’d find out soon enough who you were and what all you hid.

He couldn’t resist the grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Nothing you’ve said since I met you has been worth discussing, yet I’m still charitable enough to listen. What’s one more useless story?”

You snatched the book up and gave him a polite smile, one that he knew killed you inside to force upon your face. “It’s late, and I believe we’re both tired. I need to go clean up and get some rest. Goodnight, Sukuna.”

Sukuna soon found himself alone after you made a quick exit, not even bothering to clear the dirty dinnerware from your table. He glanced over at the now-closed bedroom door you had escaped through, and a soft chuckle erupted from his throat.

It appeared you were already being pulled apart at the seams. He’d just be the one to fully unravel you.

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[nicnevans]

Hey! GW2 fandom!

I'm semi-new here, though (since you guys seem friendly) a few of my screenshots and doodles have done the rounds so my characters might not be entirely unfamiliar to you. Anyway, I want more GW2 on my dash! with some caveats due to being New TM I'm looking for folks to follow who;

post a fair bit of GW2; other games and fandoms in the mix is fine, I myself am pretty multifandom over here (I don't have the braincells to separate everything out lmao)

have a spoiler-tagging system I can reference; I've just finished HoT and I'm absolutely not rushing through GW2's storyline (experience has taught me that the best way to enjoy an MMO is slowly) If you don't have a spoiler tagging system but still wanna chat, that's also great! hmu I wanna interact and meet the fandom! I just don't wanna hit a spoiler for content that, to most other people, is ancient lmao

I'm especially interested in seeing fanworks, whether you're a creator of them or a chronic reblogger. I miss the good old days of tumblr when my dash was 90% peoples' fanart and OCs and everyone hyping each other up 🥺

A bit about me (and my characters)

I'm not a single-fandom blog. My blog runs mostly on a queue, and in that queue goes basically everything I enjoy with anything cool that crosses my dash in between.

I'm a Millennial TM. I make Millennial TM jokes (puns) like my life depends on it. I'm sorry. I can't change.

I post art over on @ilmhist sometimes. Doodles and portraits and such. (That's also the blog I like/follow from.)

I have... a lot of OCs. A lot. My OC page is packed and in a constant state of "oh god I still need to write so-and-so's bio..."

idk how to play GW2 I'm just here for the blorbosis, I'm certifiably Bad At It and I die constantly. This has become a character trait for my comm, it's a running joke at this point that he never walks away from a fight under his own strength, he's always getting carried or dragged out when it's all said and done.

I'm... kind of obsessed with sylvari. I support everyone who has brainrot for the other races and I'd love to hear thoughts on them, I just have none, it's all plant people all time in my one singular braincell.

(pictured above, left to right: Duilliche (main comm), Callainn, Lusanaisig, Dreaghann)

These lil guys are my current pride and joy. Lus and Drea are twins, but all four of them awoke during different times of the same day, and (mostly) had connected Dreams. Cal is the odd one out in this, she never got a Wyld Hunt and her calling in life is much more mundane than the others, but she sort of gets swept along with them anyway. Her running gag is that, for one reason or another, she never seems to make it to the Big Climactic Fight at the end of any given journey. Dill is very much in the wrong genre and should have been a Disney prince. He even sings. He also has a godawful sense of direction and if left in charge of Leading The Group, he will blithely lead the group in circles for hours. As is evident, they're season-coded. Autumn, winter, spring, summer. I thought it was a fun idea for a group of sylvari sharing a plotline :>

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> [—A monitor blinks on.]

> "Hello? Is anyone there- oh thank god. I've been trying to reach someone for a while now..."

> "Totally unnecessary when I'm here. Do you really hate me that much, newbie? Well guess what, you're alone on that boat! I'll have you know that-"

> "... Ignore him. Can you help me in any way? I'm kind of stuck in a weird elevator right now."

> "I... don't know who or what you are, but all I know is a feeling that you can help me. So please, uh, do that?"

//Read below cut for newcomers :) Last updated: May 10, 2025

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> [Narration.]

> (Thoughts.)

> "Dialogue."

> Coworker's the same, but with smaller text.

//Out-Of-Character

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elehitch protag ask blog. and uh maybe something else?

Blog contains canon-typical violence.

This blog may be headcanon heavy at times. The mun will try to be as canon as possible otherwise.

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01 - Please avoid sexual topics! Jokes are fine. (eg. straight up ERP is forbidden. stuff like 'lol i'd hit' is fine, discussions of SA are iffy but I'd prefer if you don't bring that up often)

02 - The mun will answer every ask sent, however they reserve the right to delete an ask for whatever reasons there may be. (I'll try to avoid deleting asks.)

03 - M!As, dupes (one could say, doppelgangers :3), OCs, and fandom crossovers are always welcome :3

04 -Shipping is fine, but please be informed that I wont take it seriously. (NEITHER IS THIS THE PLACE FOR DISCOURSE.)

05 - Violence of any kind is NOT off the table, and even encouraged! Expect the gore to be unrealistic and over-the-top like in canon. PLEASE feel free to shove him around, push him into Floor 5's pool or out of Floor 9 or whatever!

07 - Please don't DM me just to remind me to answer an ask or to continue a reblog chain! I am well aware, just please be patient. I have a life. I'd rather not roleplay in DMs either.

06 - Generally just don't be a jerk to anyone. Harassment outside of the narrative will not be tolerated.

General information to be updated!

Pretty much just an ask blog of canon elehitch with a pinch of meta tomfoolery sprinkled in. What exists between lines of text and code but the nothingness of blank space? Do unwritten details really exist in the world of their respective stories?

awawawa ooc intr

hello am aff0_ also known as nobody! find me over at @nonexistent-tales i love geometry dash i lvo enamelels deity wrath igf the gods

as you can see, this is currently a work-in-progress! Feel free to send asks regardless. It'd help me get started n find my flow here :]

other ask bogs:

@ask-guidinglight - Guiding Light from Roblox Doors 👁, my most active and beloved one :)

@ask-congregation - gregregation segregation (congregation coagulation). Least active but still :3

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all graphics used are by @/saradika and @/saradika-graphics, and all sprites used come from the game files!

[beawhatchumean]

TADAA~ ✨

something been in the work since last year, on and off but now finally it done, it originally somthing made for myself privately but why not share

LMK SUN WUKONG SHIMEJI VER 1.0!!

Just click on the big words and ya can download, ye :D

if got any problems launching and stuff, dont be afraid to message me, i'll try to help ya out :>

but as seen in the quick lil poster i made there, it says extra animation + more more info about that underneath the read 👇

so first things first,

EXTRA ANIMATION

For certain shimeji actions, unique frames for each action is made. best example is the walk, run, dash actions seen below

there are other actions that have unique frames like these, you are free to explore them :>

CUSTOM ACTION NAME

There are a few actions renamed in the shimeji code. Here is a guide for what they do:

Eat Peach = SWK pulls out a peach and eats it

Create Clone = Shimeji breeding 1

Visit Diyu = Shimeji breeding 2

CUSTOM ACTION

there is currently one custom action in the game that is not in the original shimeji coding. For this one, a petting action is coded in (credit to Kilkakon for the original script)

as seen in this gif :3

Steps to do this action is as followed:

Make the shimeji sit down (any surface is okay, ie work floor/window top)

Move the cursor to the shimeji's head

Make sure it is a hand cursor and not an arrow cursor

Pet away!!

If you want to pick up the shimeji without prompting the pet action, just move the cursor lower until it turns into the arrow icon

UPDATES WILL HAPPEN!!

if you noticed this is version 1.0

since this is a shimeji i made personally for myself, updates will most certainly happen (and i already have plans for something relating to transformations :3c)

i may or may not gives sneak peeks to those updates but just know, i am at work HARD >:3

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but for now that will be all for ver. 1.0

many thanks to anyone interested in this project and of course

BIGGEST THANKS TO THOSE THAT HELPED BETA TEST THEM

for privacy reason they shall stay anonymous but

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ >:3

[knights-of-venus-if]

Knights of Venus

Hello! I've never really been a tumblr girlie, but apparently this is the done thing when making an IF. I'm making a game about squishy humans in big stompy robots on our local hell planet, give it a play here:

Current Demo (CoGDemos) Current Demo (Dash) Or read more about it here: https://forum.choiceofgames.com/t/knights-of-venus-37k-word-mech-wip-updated-05-16-24/148371?u=apple

Current ROs (that you can meet):

Sun “Sunny” Lei (孙雷): Your co-worker turned armature mechanic, Sunny is a generally cheery if acerbic presence. She hasn’t shown any interest in you before, but maybe you can make her notice you?

“David”: Your taciturn and enigmatic handler, “David” (if that even is his real name) provides mission control and serves as your connection to the mercenary world of Venus. Perhaps you could make him see you as more than just another asset?

Diana: A bold and eccentric ‘Knight’, Diana (no last name given) is a soldier of the corporate lords that rule Venus. She may have ruined your old job, but perhaps something new can spark on more even footing?

Current word count: 37k words prose, 43k with code

Asks are open, thanks for checking me out!

[mysimsloveaffair]

Sims 1 & 2: Legacy giveaway post coming tomorrow (Saturday, February 1st, 2025)! Be sure to check back!

It's crazy that it's been 25 years since The Sims franchise started. But, in response to my giveaway poll question found here... I remember going to Fry's Electronics store when my son was a baby (he's now a senior in college) and seeing the boxes for the first Sims game and the Living Large and House Party expansions. I had no idea what it was then, but I was intrigued. So I saved up my pennies and eventually purchased it, and it's been a wrap since then.

I've owned every Sim (1, 2, 3 & 4) game and most expansions (scrapping up money by filling out online surveys and stuff like that 🙃). I have no regrets because I don't think there's ever been a game that's allowed so many opportunities for creativity to flow. The games are imperfect. Purchasing them gets costly, and there have been many bugs and ridiculous loading times...I've been ready to rage quit more times than I can count (side-eyeing the Sims 4 My Wedding Stories pack 🤣). But the games have also been very therapeutic and have gotten me through some stressful times.

It's cool that the re-release of the first two games in the series came out today. I know plenty of Simmers still play the Sims 2, and I follow some of them here on Tumblr. But I haven't seen much from the original Sims game in years. Hopefully, some of that gameplay will pop up on my dash soon.

If you decide to purchase the original games or any current Sims 4 Expansions during the Sims 25th birthday sale (ends February 10)... Please consider using my code DIEGO2MEMPHIS as your promo code on the EA App or thesims.com. I'll earn 5% on the purchase at no extra cost to you! It's a great way to support a small creator, and I'd be so grateful.

Thanks for the ❤️.

[robinchan-hananomi]

Sorry for the KH spam.

When I was younger, I used to watch the neighbors play Kingdom Hearts. He loved that game and I didn’t own a game system. So when we hung out together he asked if I was alright if I watched him play KH and later KH2 and I was always like ‘sure. It’s interesting’.

When I got a DS of my own that first game I z wanted to get was a KH game. The only one that GameStop had that day was the newly released 358/2 Days. So I bought it. I was already fond of both Axel and Roxas, but I fell in love with the seasalt trio.

I’ve had that game ever since, and over the years it has been a comfort game for me, much like Harvest Moon. But not to long ago I decided it was time to get another game system so I just bought a PS4. And wouldn’t you know it the game store I got it from happened to have the box set of all the Kingdom Hearts games. So I’ve actually been playing all the other games for the first time. I have beaten KH, KH2, Coded, Birth by Sleep, DDD, and I just got started on KH3 (I tried Chain of Memories but I couldn’t grasp the cards, so I just watched all the cut scenes).

So yeah, not only am I currently fixated on KH, but especially the seasalt trio, who have been a comfort game for me for over the last decade. Sorry, not sorry, for Axel/Lea, Roxas, Xion, and even Naminé and Isa/Saix spam that will be coming across my dash.

[harocat]

Dramas I watched this year ranked from fave to least fave, purely on quality as opposed to level of investment:

Love Game in Eastern Fantasy

The Double

Lost You Forever S2

Fangs of Fortune

Sword and Fairy

Burning Flames

In Blossom

White Cat Legend

Meet You at the Blossom

Melody of Golden Age

Snowfall

Fox Spirit Matchmaker: Red Moon Pact

Honestly 6-10 are essentially tied, and there’s a large gap between ten and eleven.

Unfinished or dropped: Dashing Youth (may finish when I get a chance), Shenli (likely dropped), Kill Me Love Me (dropped), Follow Your Heart (dropped), The Mutations (dropped), Strange Tales of Tang Dynasty (may try again), Hard to Find (probably dropped).

Watched from previous years: Under the Skin, I am Nobody, Nirvana in Fire (currently watching)

Watching right now: Blossom, Guardians of the Dafeng.

Plan on watching in the future: 19th Floor, Escape from the Trilateral Slopes, Riverside Code, Joy of Life 2 (once I finish JOL1), maybe The Spirealm.

[rqplurf0rever]

For the ask game: 2, 11, 15, 21, 26, 27!!!

HELLO ASK GAME MOOT!! thank you for feeding me attention by giving me ask games to answer im bored af rn sigh, it do be like that sometimes

ask game link

under read more cause its long and i dont wanna spam someone's dash lol

2- What is your go to comfort show?

probably my little pony. or steven universe (LOVED the su reference in your sys ask game answer btw steven universe moots??? /vpos), i really like shows about redemption and accepting people for who they are and steven universe is also just suuuper trans acceptance coded. i think steven universe and pinkie pie specifically would be radqueer. maybe also twilight though she'd have a whole episode dedicated to her being a stupid bigot based on internalized ableism and ageism and sexphobia and having to unlearn that

11- Do you have a comfort item? Tell us about it!

hmm i dont think i do actually... i am very attached to the things i have in general but there's nothing specific i always go to for comfort. i deep sea miku plush i really like, so maybe that one. but i wouldn't like have nothing to go to for comfort if that disappeared so really i dont have a huge comfort item. anything soft with no weird textures will do really

15- Comfort food?

easy very overcooked soggy spaghetti with packaged tomato sauce and parmesan. and a whole 1kg pot of that pretty please thank you

im also a big fan of anything with mayo based curry dip though, specifically pizza. pizza with chicken + curry dip no tomato sauce no cheese + pineapple the best. can't eat that much of it though because all the fat from the amount of dip i eat gives me a headache sigh...

21- Tea, Coffee, or hot cocoa?

tea definitely, i do like cocoa ( i drink one every saturday and sunday specifically and if i forget i will be very upset /srs) but not hot. so between that any kind of fruit tea. always reminds me of a inpatient mental hospital visit i had back in 2023. the hospital was eh but it was in a big city which was amazing. ive never felt as free as when i was able to just take a bus anywhere it was so cool. so now everytime i drink tea that kinda freeing feeling is all i think about lmao

26- If you could live anywhere with anyone you want, where would it be and who would you bring?

naturally with how obsessed i HAVE to answer my boyfriend nico. ideally if i didnt have to regard anyone else's opinion, my current fantasy would be living with my boyfriend and his husband on our own and im like the family dog who just follows my boyfriend around everywhere and sleeps on his lap and bed and gets pet all day. sounds nice... though this is very rose tinted glasses influenced of course, we havent known each other long at all yet especially his husband and i. but purely going of off my own fantasy id want that in some good healthcare pro lgbt country. i think finland is pretty decent? maybe something like that idk shit about countries lmao

27- Do you like to garden? Have you ever grown something?

i dont like growing things but i LOVE garden work. just this month i dug out a massive 50 sq metre dirt patch because my sibling wanted to grow vegetables and it was SO exhausting and difficult /pos and rewarding. love doing hard work like that, also gives me gender euphoria whenever i do. being a sweaty man digging up dirt fuck yeahhh!!!!!

[inchidentally]

Hi! I just saw your brilliant post about the Landoscar turning point and as you asked other people's opinions here I am, I didn't want to crash the original post so here are my thoughts about it (It may be long, sorry!)

Disclaimer: neither of us know how they actually are and this is all based on their public personnas.

I think Lando and Oscar are figuring their relationship out slow but steady, and it's super interesting because as you mentioned it's so different to Lando's previous teammate relationships.

Carlos: Instant click. Carlos quickly assumed the role of the older brother and experienced driver. Carlos is an introvert and Lando was VERY shy at the beginning of his F1 adventure, so it wasn't an overwhelming dynamic for Lando.

Daniel: The polar opposite. A very overwhelming extrovert. I think that's one of the reasons it took them longer to get along. Daniel tried hard to be friendly but Lando just needed time. It didn't help that Lando was probably missing Carlos. At the end of their first year together they were already what people was expecting of them: jokes, laughs and two funny guys having a great time.

It's unfair to analyze all of this without mentioning the sports-side of things which is vital. Carlos taught Lando how to be in an F1 team, shared his telemetries, gave him advice. I guess that for a 19-yr old Lando that made him feel closer to Carlos. In Daniel's case it was trickier. Everybody expected Daniel to destroy Lando but Daniel struggled. A lot. And we know Lando tried to help but it was a complex problem, and that must make things a bit more awkward and distant. After the 1-2 in Monza and Daniel finally getting a great result, that awkwardness seemed to dissipate.

And now Oscar.

Oscar is a reflection of rookie Lando, but older and probably less anxious. They seem at ease since the very beggining (a softer 'instant click' I'd say) due to Oscar's calmer nature, and we know Lando does better at first with those introvert types. Worth noting that I don't think Lando had this 'heartbreak' after seeing Daniel leave as he had with Carlos, because he knew Daniel was suffering in McLaren to the point it was affecting his health, so it was good for him to leave. So Oscar's arrival was already smoother than Daniel's, and it's important to mention that they weren't complete strangers, Max Fewtrell knew Oscar personally and probably talked about him to Lando before the Aussie arrived at Mclaren.

So a good starting point but as Lando said, Oscar is in his "serious phase". He wants to show that he deserves the seat and that he's not here to be McLaren's #2. Add that to his introverted personality and you'll have a difficult code to break for Lando. I imagine Oscar thinking at the beginning that Lando would want to play mind games with him, but that boy seems pretty honest and if he tries to get close to someone is because he genuinely likes them.

They're probably in that point where they know can trust each other, but they still feel a bit like strangers. They don't seem to have a lot in common aside of racing but give them time. Lando started playing golf because of Carlos. Daniel started to mess around with his photo camera because of Lando, I'm sure they'll find a common ground.

So I agree, they've not had their turning point yet, but I think they're cimenting a solid relationship without rushing things. Maybe not seeing each other during the off-season will bring them closer as I'm very sure they're going to miss each other. And if the car performance continues being good next year, that will help them too. More battles in track doesn't necessarily mean a brocedes situation, as most people think. It's way worse to have a shit car and being grumpy because you're battling for P12.

So to sum things up I think their current state is: Good relationship with a solid base to build a friendship. Mutual admiration and respect. And a dash of mutual fascination too ;) If you got here, thanks for reading!

I love this and I agree!!

what's so interesting is that i my other analyses (it's very weird I have so many askgfksagf) including my carlando astrology one is that I've never really considered before that Carlos is more an introvert than an extrovert like you said. I very much see him as a natural leader and his genetic makeup absolutely puts him in the more 'dominant' position with his teammates. and obviously he's very easygoing with humor and naturally funny but in fact he clearly isn't much of a show pony like Daniel. even him zoning out as he said is more that he just has kind of moved on from the conversation and is thinking about something else. and his romantic relationships are as private as an F1 driver's can be with the huge majority of content coming from paps and journalists and fans. his love of spending quality time with family during the winter break is also very introverted.

and I actually have a thought about the needing to find common ground the way he has golf with Carlos and friends and photography with Daniel. since Oscar truly is someone who has his job as a racing driver and then otherwise switches off to video games/TV/naps I feel like what's bound to happen with him and Lando is that they find their friendship in those liminal spaces. I feel like Oscar is way too shy to appear in Quadrant videos or Lando's streams but then Steve is a very lowkey part of that team so I still think he would work?? and I love like you say that Oscar already has that connection with Max F so it would be so cool to have him integrated into Lando's life that way... IF you could get him to agree to it which is a big if.

same about the brocedes worries (I did an insane post abt that too). Lando wears his emotions right on his face and doesn't have much verbal filter so if he were going to develop bad feelings toward Oscar then it either would have happened at the start of the season when the car was awful or when Oscar's success started paralleling Lando's mid season. but they both seemed to gain a lot of solidarity from that rough start and we know how hard Oscar has worked to show Lando that when the race is done, all rivalry between them is over.

[amischiefofmuses]

Behind The Blog - Whose this guy?

Hello! I'm Magpie/Magnus/Mags, the mun behind this chaos. Figured I'd make like - a full mun rundown so y'all could get to know me. I go by he/they pronouns, I'm 31, and I'm a chaotic ND goblin. I like to consider myself very chill but I do tend to be a bit withdrawn because I get overwhelmed - and I struggle with task-switching, so if I'm trying to do replies it's hard to chat and vice versa. I wish that wasn't the case but it be like that. However I'm very rarely able to be still, so I have about 1000 different hobbies on the go at all times. Figured I'd do a little showcase!

Cosplaying! Unfortunately with all my stuff in storage I've not been able to do so in a while but I'm hoping to get back into it soon and maybe cosplay some of my muses here! This is just a small selection of all the characters I've cosplayed, most of the time I make/modify my own costumes because I find that more satisfying, even if I hate sewing with every fiber of my being lmfao.

I do art! Currently however my drawing tablet is broken, so I haven't drawn anything new in a while - doing so with a mouse is a nightmare. Considering getting a cheap one soon so I can get back into the hobby and draw some of the chaos that goes down in my roleplays.

(There's 5 seconds of silence at the beginning as it wouldn't post otherwise!) I occasionally do some singing, I really enjoy electro-swing style vibes but I sing all sorts. Other faves include 'That man - Caro Emerald', 'Home - Gabrielle Aplin' and 'Landfill - Daughter'.

And the last visual one will be one you're all most familiar with, making graphics. I really love just throwing things at a screen and seeing what works, it takes some time to get something I like but usually I get there. I also used to do coding, I taught myself how to make themes but given most people are dash only these days (myself included) that's a hobby I haven't had to poke at in a long time. I also enjoy playing some games, predominantly Rivals and some Fortnite. I wouldn't consider myself a 'Gamer' but I definitely spend some downtime vibing on either of those.

Was this unnecessary as hell? Yes. Was it fun to throw together? Absolutely yes. I hope it was at least a little interesting to poke through ehehehe.