#I actually think thats his weakest spot

[hshouse]

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[monkeyparasite]

hhhhghhh what type of pokemon i tghink the band would main nd just general pomkemon wif gorillaz because why not? i also restarted mgy game because why not also i feel like i didn't give my poor baby grookey enough attention :[

murdoc - first and foremost refuses to get any pokemon he thinks is "girly" ((has a soft spot for spoink tho, so its the only expectation)), probably goes with fighting, mud, and fire types a lot, made fun of 2D's team but accused him of cheating and cried in secret after he lost

2D - thinks all the grass and water type ones are adorable so thats the main two he catches, his favorite type of pokemon is Shiftry which he named "Big guy", panics and begs for whoever he is in a battle with to let him go heal his pokemon real quick especially if its the weakest one (will probably run off though if he is allowed to heal em, at least he does heal them all! just runs away afterwards), he also is filled to the brim with healing potions for his precious babies

russel - I think he wouldn't really care what type they were, he likes them all to be honest!, his fav pokemon from his team though is an psyduck, treats all of his pokemon like their his kids but also his friends, yknow?, Probably isnt that good at battling but his losing to winning ratio still remains even so,,

noodle - shes a pokemon god, cares a small bit about pokemon's appearance, more about their stats tbh, if they have a cute appearance she just considers that an extra perk, the only actual two people she has lost to were russel and ace, russel she refused to battle with again because she was scared to battle with him again, goes shiny hunting often

ace - he has no idea what hes doing hes is just like "oh yeah pokemon!! like plekacue!" and goes with that, bad at catching pokemon says its because he has bad aim when throwing the pokeballs but its actually because he feels bad capturing them and having them stay in such a small ball, anyways he has definitely surprised himself and caught a: skunktank, garbodor, and a ditto, theyre all his little buddies, especially ditto

[i8jisoo]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉ skz with pregnant!reader 

changbin x reader | part three of dad!skz

↬ genre; fluff & angst for a lil bit woo

↬ warnings; talk of perinatal depression, cursing, n labor 

↬ notes; changbin babi 🥺  ALSO ITS CHANGBIN DAY WOOO ITS MY BABYS BDAYYYYY SO I HAD TO POST THIS |

u two had just freshly started an official, public relationship

ofc changbin was freaking out while he was chilling in the bathtub behind the curtain so u could pee on the test already

u two were looking at the line coming in, praying that there would be only o n e 😳

slowly the other line comes in, dark blue n clear alongside the other one

“holy fuck—“

“what do we do?” you asked, your voice wavering while setting the test back down

his hands cupped your face, giving u a soft kiss n hugging you

“we got this, we’re having a baby, baby!” he started to joke and yall burst out laughing while crying in the bathroom

the first few months were amazing

ur lil bump sprouted out n u two were so happy about it

changbin is just so attentive and excited about this pregnancy and his first born

u really couldn’t have been better with ur lil family that was starting to become realer with each day

u two r such bullies yall r like

“what happened? ur a softie now binnie!!”

n he’d say shit like, “well at least i don’t pee every hour on the clock!!”

he makes u cry one time n u use that against him everytime u want something bc he feels guilty >:)

cute lil things like asking the baby what they want to eat or talking to it before the bed

(changbin reads the baby goodnight moon one time and ur just so in love like wow 🥺)

he secretly talks to the baby when you sleep every night because hes waiting for when ur little bean will reply back with a kick or a hand

he is W H I P P E D for u n ur baby bump

nursery is already done at five months

he needs all of the boys to come over though to help him figure out the instructions 😳 these are co nfusi ngg

they notice how smiley n giggly he is when he talks about u two and looking at the finished crib hes just so proud

yall r so happy and content with ur baby that was an accident, but u guys are so happy this happened

but something changes within u

changbin notices your lack of interest in the pregnancy during ur sixth month

ur sleeping pattern was off n u would sleep for hours during the day and night

u were very irritable, not wanting changbin to cuddle with u or kiss u like he did everytime he came back from practice :(

u were always unhappy and always so moody, he just wanted u to be happy 🥺

he is so confused and worried ab u, some days ur not eating or some days u don’t even wake up in the mornings like u used to

sometimes— just sometimes he’d come back home to find u in the same spot, asleep

he’s so fucking scared when ur around seven months that he can’t hold it in anymore

“are—are you okay?” he questions u from the doorway, making u stop to look at him in the mirror

ur eyes were cold, setting down the towel u were drying ur hair with and leaving him by himself while heading into ur bedroom

“don’t you dare fucking walk away from me.”

ur s h oo k

he was really nice during the pregnancy everyday, super bubbly and kind so u were shocked to hear his upset tone

“i can and i will, i’ll just go sleep in another fuckin room.” u mumbled, changbin grabbing ur hands and turning u around to face him

u struggle for a bit while ur arguing with him and telling him to let go so u could go to sleep

“stop! i am your boyfriend, i am the only one who is going to care for you like this. i am the only one who is dying, seeing you like this. do you understand? we’ve been through seven months of this together, it was fine for awhile and now you’re fucking turning me away?”

hes shouting at this point, hes just so pissed after three months of not having answers and your attitudes and arguments, he cannot handle it

u start crying

hes quick to hold you, pulling u down to the bed so u don’t have to stand on ur tired feet anymore

“i don’t know what’s wrong with me.” 🥺🥺🥺

he insists u two will find out n u both will get thru this rough patch together

perinatal depression, they diagnosed u

changbin is so upset when he hears the doctors tell u

everything is making sense to him and he’s just so heartbroken he didn’t put two and two together earlier

he takes time off for the time being to make sure ur taking care of urself

hes watching u like a hawk but trying not to make it evident

the first time u ask him for a kiss, he gives u dozens

he hadn't been asked for kisses in so long he was so relieved 🥺

he’s constantly telling u how beautiful u r and talking to ur bump about how they have the best genes and their uncles

this man is a father already it seems

he is ur #1 face mask partner cause he buys the cute ones only because u deserve the cute ones that r ur favorite ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

cooking together is something that happens, not often but every once in awhile he will let u do small things

cut up some lettuce? sure! pour in the soup broth? of course u can! taste test his food? always.

he wants to make sure ur comfortable with him touching u or kissing u or what hes saying

“i love you.” he’s mumbling, quickly placing a kiss against the fabric of one of his own shirts that was worn by u and fit u like a dress still

he then goes up to ur cheek n presses a kiss to it, ur hand cupping his jaw and letting him kiss ur lips >.<

also u guys let out a quiet talk of pregnancy to the public, letting jyp release a notice on changbin’s absence from live-streams and posts with the boys

u two received a lot of positive feedback which changbin let u read the positive ones n loved when u smiled at each one

u were overdue by a week which was the worst, ur back hurt and u had migraines

u also were put on bed-rest for the next week before u could be inducted

u guys waited out the week and u got scheduled for an induction

the labor was really slow which sucked because u just wanted to hold ur baby already :(

rly intimate moments like chan just holding u n rocking u like a baby

u guys are given this position to move the baby down, your knees on the ground so u could kneel against the bed and changbin would hold ur hips n rock them

he just feels so bad he can’t do anything to help u with the pain 🥺

yall kinda vibing with the hospital food (idk bout yall but some food from hospitals smack chile)

“i just want to go home.” :(

u bet ur ass he scoots into ur hospital bed, holding ur hands n u just cry into his shoulder

he feels like his heart is being torn to pieces when he listens to u cry out of pain

his free hands holds your jaw, making u look up at him

“we’re almost done baby, okay? i know it hurts, if i could i would take your pain in a heartbeat. you are incredibly strong and i’m so proud of you. you just need to hang in here for a few more hours, yeah? you think you can do that?”

u give him the weakest smile ever but its better than nothing

u reach 10cm!!!

now the part that wasn’t fun was the pushing :/

u were hurting, u were tired, and u had been promised almost seven times that all u need was one more push but no matter what, it seemed like the baby wasnt budging

“the cord is wrapped around the neck, we need you to stop pushing. okay?”

ur too tired and stopping the pushing sounded good so u did as they said but when they told u they needed to actually reach in and unwrap it ur blood ran cold

u both were worried about how much u could take

u screamed, god it hurt and it felt like hours of them twisting but it was a mere minute

the labor progressed n there it was

“a girl!”

u two are like faucets or waterfalls

shes literally the perfect mixture of u both 🥺

he washed her hair n helped wrap her up in a blanket, giving her over to u for the first time

u both were just in love with her, she was absolutely perfect

he’s obsessed with her, taking in that baby scent, the scent of the light baby shampoo and the bit of baby powder that lingered throughout her onesie

her hair wooooww its so soft n fluffy

her little baby pout and her puffy cheeks

i can see him calling her bunny for awhile as a childhood nickname

he’ll just be like

“oh that’s my bunny!!”

weird look from u but ur heart melts while he bounces her in his arms n gives her some kissies and running his fingers thru her hair

he’s also rly soft, i don’t see him singing but i see him definitely whispering to her about how she’s gonna grow up and have the best life because thats his little girl

“ur gonna have eight uncles, they are crazy but it’s okay. u definitely lucked out on fathers though, i’m pretty good at lullaby's. u did get great genes too, u have a handsome daddy and a gorgeous mommy. we worked really hard on making u, please don’t hurt ur cute little face. u also have a storm coming, there’s a thing called stays, they are gonna adore you, i promise.”

omgomgomgomg jejejejeje im blushing at the thought of this i just adore dad changbin 

u guys may or may not be planning for another but it definitely would happen in a few years

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[literaila]

lurking

spencer reid x reader 

summary: reader longs for spencer 

warnings: fluff? longing.. no real conclusion. mentions of alcohol..its based off of a day dream i have all the time so... beware...ummm.. thats it 

***

Dreams are things made out of hope. 

Dreams are made out of emotions you collect as a child, emotions that you store in your back pocket for a rainy day. For the future. Dreams are made out of all the things that you once saw as reality. Things that escape you as you age, as you fade away from the bright-eyed child you were. Once were. 

Dreams are made out of things that fall out of your pocket. 

Dreams are invasions, popping into your head at any moment, any second, awake or asleep. They crawl around your insides, looking for your weakest spot, the very place that will hurt you most.

They lurk. Climbing over walls and tip-toeing through corridors. They lurk and they don't leave. No, for them, there is no exit, no signs directing the way out. 

There is no escaping from the dreams that sneak their way into your body.   

They search in the dark, not alerting you to their presence until they find it, that one spot, that one place that hurts the most, in the darkest corner, in the farthest place. 

Dreams are invasions that know how to hurt you the most. 

They sting, and they burn, and they sear at your skin, they create their own passages, burning you in the process. They go through flesh and bones, and all the things your body has to work to repair. They destroy your insides, looking, searching, lurking, for that one thing. 

The one thing that hurts the most. The one thing that you try to keep locked away. Keep away from the prying eyes of other people, and monsters that lurk in the dark. Monsters that like the tear dreams away from people. It's the one thing that can be taken by anything, people, places, things. 

It's the thing that will always, inevitably, hurt the most. 

The very one thing that you don't think about. 

You don't think about it. 

You aren't supposed to think about it. Because it hurts. Because thinking about it can only hurt you in the long run. Because you can't trust yourself to believe something that isn't there, might never be there. 

Dreams are monsters that people pretend save them. 

*** 

Her dream wasn't any different. 

It wasn't hopeful, was a dream she ever planned to follow through with, her dream was just a secret she wouldn't keep, deep down, for as long as she could. 

You see, her dream wasn't something obtainable. Wasn't something she’d ever hoped to dream. 

She loathed this dream of hers. 

Because it wasn't realistic, because she wasn't a child anymore, she wasn't bright eyes or naive, or full of hope for the world. She was older, and she understood that dreams are just made up things. She understood that you didn't get everything you hoped for. 

And this dream, this dream, in particular, was especially made up. 

This dream wasn't about becoming a princess like she had dreamed of as a kid. This dream wasn't winning the lottery, or opening up her own business, or having kids, or traveling the world. 

No, those things were all obtainable, were all possible to some extent. If anyone tried enough, they could make any one of those dreams come true. 

Her dream. Her only dream. Was impossible. Utterly impossible. Something that would never come true. 

And for that reason, she hated her mind for coming up with it. 

She hated her subconscious for allowing this dream to dance around her head while she was powerless, while she could do nothing to stop it, nothing to avoid it. She hated that she could ever come up with something, something so far away from her, something she could barely reach. 

Something lovely, something perfect. 

No. 

This dream, this far away dream of hers, it started in her house. 

Not the apartment she lived in, but the house she used to live in, the house she’d lived in for most of her life. 

It started, with her on the couch. 

And she was staring at the wall. 

There was this feeling in her heart, in her chest. This unmistakeable, indescribable feeling. 

She’d never felt it before, never quite felt the same panging in her chest, the banging of her heart. Not in all the years she’d lived, through all the emotions she’d felt. No, she’d never felt something like this. 

There was no word she could put on it. 

She wondered for a brief moment if there was something wrong. If there was something wrong with her heart, with her lungs, if that was why she was feeling this strange new emotion in her body. 

But, then her eyes moved around the room. 

They moved and they saw him. 

And, even though she’d never felt like this before, her mind understood. 

Spencer was sitting in a chair across from her, his legs crossed, almost uncomfortably in the tiny chair, and he looked at her. 

And she was used to that. He looked at her all the time. 

But this was different. 

There was a small smile on his face. Not like a grin, not like a smirk, this smile was completely different, so so different. 

And this look, this look he was giving her, it was new, it was brand new, straight out of the box and shiny. It was a look she hadn't seen before. 

But it filled her stomach with butterflies, her heart with hope, and that feeling was stuck in her chest. 

She could feel herself get flustered under his gaze. 

Her body was moving away, her eyes leaving Spencer and heading toward the kitchen, as she looked around she didn't wonder why she was there, her mind already seemed to know. 

She was moving around the kitchen, trying to ignore the burning gaze of Spencer, trying to remember what she was doing in the kitchen, why she went there in the first place. 

She hated that he could still see her from the living room. She turned her back towards him, staring at the cabinets above her head. Trying to get her mind together, her thoughts in a straight line. 

She tried to control the pounding of her heart that wouldn't stop, wouldn't stop as long as she could feel the burn on her back. 

And when she turned back around, he was still staring at her. With the same look in his eyes, the same smile on his face. 

Her body almost crumbled under his gaze. 

“Why are you staring at me?” she asked, her laughing surprising herself. 

Spencer only smiled wider, amused, well aware of her reaction to him. 

The two of them were alone in this house, 

“I’m not staring,” he said, laughing with her. 

She rolled her eyes. Placing a hand on her hip, her heart beating loudly in her ears. 

“Then what are you doing?” she questioned, her eyes were scowling at him, but her smile proved otherwise. 

Spencer idly looked up, fiddling with his hands in his lap, teasing her with no answer. 

“Spencer,” she warned with her voice, the threat clear in the air. 

“I’m watching you. You’re hard not to look at.” 

Her heart skipped a beat. 

A moment passed, two. 

“So you are staring at me?” 

Spencer laughed. 

She laughed with him. 

He motioned for her to come closer, speaking all the words she needed to hear with just his expression. 

And then she was sitting in the chair with him, sitting on his lap, and they were alone. 

And they kissed. 

His lips were soft, and inviting, and completely mesmerizing. 

It felt like a first kiss. All over again, 

And there was this thing. This thing between them. A feeling in the air. It was just a feeling. But they were looking at each other, and the adoration could be seen from a mile away, miles away and anyone could tell just how much love was in their eyes. 

Love. 

Love was the feeling. 

…

She hated it.

She hated that dream. 

She hated it with a blinding, scorching, fire. 

She hated that it existed. 

She hated that it was the first clue. She hated that it was her realization, that waking up from that dream had changed her. Forever. 

She hated that the dream had found her opening, in the deepest darkest place of her body. She hated it. 

She hated that she’d so thoroughly enjoyed it while it was going on. She hated that there was a part of her that wished it wasn't a dream. She hated that she loved it. She shouldn't, she couldn't, love it. 

She hated it. 

So much. 

She hated it. 

*** 

Dreams were nothing but ideas, fantasies. 

Dreams were only there to hurt you. 

*** 

She couldn't stop staring at him. 

Couldn't stop thinking of that dream. 

Couldn't stop searching his eyes for that same look. 

She knew she knew, that it would never work out. That he didn't like her like that, that her dreams had fooled her, that she was just making things up. 

She knew that. She did. 

But she couldn't stop thinking about that moment. 

That moment she had woken herself up to. That moment when they were both staring at each other, lovestruck. 

She couldn't stop thinking about the look in his eyes, the smile on his face. 

His lips on hers. 

She couldn't stop thinking about that feeling. 

That feeling that she had never felt before. That feeling that seemed to be stuck in her chest, glued to her ribs, to her heart, to all the veins that ran through her body. That feeling was everywhere, far too intense, far too much. 

Stuck. 

And maybe she was making it up, maybe he didn't actually make her feel that maybe it was some false reality her mind had created to give her a moment of peace while she slept. Maybe maybe maybe. 

But, even if it wasn't true, she couldn't get rid of the urge to find out. To know, to discover how she really felt. That annoying urge to know. 

And that dream kept appearing behind her eyes. 

Even a month later. 

It hadn't faded even an inch. 

And she was standing in front of him, watching him laugh with all of their friends. 

He was laughing, talking to Hotch about a case they’d been on when he’d first joined the BAU. And she was laughing with them, partly listening. But she was thinking. She was too preoccupied to pay all of her attention to the conversation. She was looking around, noticing things. 

And she’d noticed. She’d noticed the way he was looking at everyone else. 

She’d noticed how he looked at JJ the exact same way he looked at her, how he looked at Emily, and Garcia, all the same. He looked at them like he loved them like he cared. 

But it wasn't that look. It wasn't the same look. 

She couldn't stop staring at him. Couldn't stop thinking, wondering. She hoped no one had noticed. Hoped that it wasn't obvious. 

She wondered how long she had felt this way. How long she had been hidden under the fog, the fog that kept her away from these feelings, this staring. How long she had been trapped without the realization of her dream? 

Her stupid stupid dream. 

She watched him laugh. 

“Hey Pretty Girl!” she heard from across the bar. The lights on the ceiling blinded her as she looked over to Derek, her hand in front of her face, trying to notice him in the crowd. “Another drink?” he shouted when her eyes had finally found him. 

And she looked down to her glass, almost empty. 

She thought about how she felt. How she would feel later. 

She thought about how Spencer wasn't looking at her, the feel of his lips, the way he had grabbed her thighs in her dream, the lovestruck look in his eyes, she thought and she thought and 

She nodded. 

Her head was already spinning a little, getting heavier to hold up. But, she thought, another drink won't hurt. Just one more. 

Just to get this feeling out of her chest, to get this image out of her head. To get this hurt away from her body. 

Because it hurt too. While she was curious, and mad, and hoping. It still hurt. 

It hurt because she didn't like dreaming. She didn't like expecting, she didn't like that feeling, that crushing feeling that always made her way eventually, that feeling when everything fell out of her body, when all her excitement, her nerves, vanished, and she was just alone with disappointment. 

The disappointment was almost worse than anything else. Because disappointment didn't leave, no matter how much you begged it to. 

And for that reason. It hurt. It hurt to dream, to hope, to know that nothing was coming, that nothing was there. 

“Y/N?” she heard, and her heart jumped, and the glass in her hand almost fell. 

She turned to look at Spencer, her body moving slower than it was five minutes ago. 

“Yes?” she asked, her voice almost too soft for the music playing in the background. 

But who could blame her? She was distracted by his eyes on her, his lips, his smile, the mess of his hair. 

“What's the craziest case you’ve been on? Everyone else has shared theirs…” he said it soft, almost as if he was talking to a child. She enjoyed it, enjoyed that moment when he was looking at just her. 

And then that moment was over. 

And the funny feeling in her stomach was gone. 

And Derek handed her a drink. 

And she was talking. 

*

And even hours later, when they were all blinded by the lights, and dizzy, her dream was still there, sinking in her chest. 

And she couldn't stop staring at him. 

It was ridiculous. 

It had been like this for a month. A complete month of staring at him, waiting for something, anything to happen. 

She hated it. She hated this hope, she hated this dream, she hated everything about this situation. 

Spencer was her friend. Spencer was just her friend. He had always been her friend, always been extra support when she needed it, had always been nothing more than a person she loved. He was like all of her other friends, there was no difference, there was nothing different about him. 

So why did she feel this burning, this terrifying passion whenever she looked at him? Why did she feel like she was never going to breathe again if he was in the room? Why did she feel like nothing would be complete unless she got to feel his lips against hers, just once, just once for real? 

Why did she feel this way for someone who had always been her friend? 

It was ridiculous. It was completely stupid, and it didn't make any sense, and she wished she could go back to a month ago and will herself to never dream, to never have this dream, filling her heart with empty promises, and expectations. 

And she was staring at him. 

She really needed to stop staring at him. 

She needed to stop thinking, to stop hoping. 

She needed this dream to stop. 

And they needed to leave. 

It was already three in the morning, already later than she ever went to bed, already pitch black outside. All of them knew that if they left the bar it would be completely quiet, their city dead with all its people asleep. 

All of them knew it was time to leave. 

They walked out the doors together, the cold air outside filling all of them with relief after being inside, after walking around all the body heat all night. 

It was wonderful outside. 

The stars were up, lit, it seemed just for them. The sky was quiet, not a thing going on. It was peaceful, wonderful, it almost felt like a completely different dream. 

One that wasn't hopeless. 

“Beautiful.” She breathed under her breath, the words filling their air with something content, and all her friends turned to look at her. 

“It isn't it?” Spencer whispered from beside her. And for a moment, it felt like he was just talking to her like this was meant to be a moment for just them. Like this was just for them. Like it was a dream. 

But then Spencer looked away from the sky, to their friends, their friends who were waving goodbye. 

And the moment was almost broken. Almost. Almost. But. 

Then he turned to look at her again. Turned back to her now that all of their friends were gone. 

And she thought of him, she thought of nothing but him, nothing but his voice, the kind way he always seemed to talk to her. She thought of nothing but his lips, but his eyes, but his mouth, but the way his hands would feel on her. She thought and she thought, and she could think of nothing, her brain was so full, so filled to the brim of just him that it was almost impossible to think- 

But.

His lips. 

His soft-looking, right there, lips. 

She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to stop closer, to take that step, to be close to him under the beautiful sky, to feel his lips against hers in a moment that wasn't a dream, she wanted to move, she wanted to move miles with him, move miles away so it would be just them. And she just wanted, she just wanted, she just wanted to kiss him. She wanted nothing more, but to kiss him, to live her dream. 

Her dream that was almost as close as he was, her dream which was only a reach away. Only one movement, one movement, one tiny little step away, her dream her dream her dream. 

His lips. His lips were everything, this moment, this moment was everything. He was everything. Dream dream dream dream. She wanted to kiss him, to step closer, to just- 

No. 

No, she muttered to herself. 

Her brain might be fogged with alcohol, and dreams, and desires.

But, she won't, she doesn't. 

She won't kiss him. 

She’ll just walk away. Walk far away. So far. 

***

Because, the thing about dreams, is that they’re not real. 

They’re just not real. 

Dreams can come true. They can shape themselves into reality. 

But, dreams are just ideas you keep stored in your pocket, hopes that you hope won't fall out. A different world that you must carry in your own arms. 

And sometimes, the weight simply gets too heavy. 

Sometimes you can't carry the weight of the world by yourself. 

Sometimes, dreams fall out of your pockets, hope goes with them, and sometimes you drop the world, the world that you were supposed to be carrying. 

It's just too heavy. 

Dreams are monsters that lurk in the dark of your body, searching, lurking, for the places, the spots that will hurt the most. 

Because, pain, deep-burning pain, is all dreams are. 

They used to be good. 

They used to be full of innocence, and hope, and desire, and nothing but lovely thoughts. 

But they lurk too long. 

And never come true. 

*** 

She would sleep again that night. 

She would know that it would come back, that her dream would be back to haunt her another night. 

She would fall asleep in hopes that she could dream again. 

Just once more. 

***

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[lmanberg]

(seeing the ranboo/tubbo dream mcc team ask activated my hyperfixation so im writing this while waiting for your ask box to open Oops)

in terms of their placements, benchtrio are like…. Scarily similar. can pop off and get top 10, can have a bad day and get below 20, will more often be in the 11-20 range. in fact tubbo and ranboo both went 14 24 in their first two mccs which is kinda funny tbh. i mention benchtrio because tommy and dream were able to team, so tubbo or ranboo teaming with dream are about equally as likely. another comparison is cpk who also sits in that “can get top 10 but will more often get 11-20” range who Also was allowed to team with dream. if you pressed a gun to my head and made me pick who was the weakest out of benchtrio i would maybe say ranboo because he hasnt gotten top 5 yet like the other two, or tommy since hes the only one to have placed below 30, which by process of elimination i guess makes tubbo technically the best player in the benchtrio dkdgksgdkdgsk???

the Main difference is that tubbo and tommy both lean more towards pvp whereas ranboo leans more towards movement. otherwise both ranboo and tubbo are both good at being the second leader on the team and are both cracked at solving puzzles and shit like that. dream being cracked at both movement and pvp actually works really well there, where he could compliment tubbos pvp skills and then hopefully make him more confident in games like parkour tag, and then with ranboo compliment his movement skills and then hopefully make him more confident in games like survival games or sky battle. the only problem with a dream and tubbo team i can see is if they both get demotivated? and like, create a feedback loop of negativity, in which case we pray that it doesnt happen 🥴 stick some good supportive players in the last two spots and it should be fine.

as for dream tubbo AND ranboo on the same team…. yea i think thats basically impossible 😭😭😭 THREE players who can all place top 10 on a team??? yeah theres like no way scott allows that after the amount of shit he got for letting dteam+bad team. it would have to be like, a non canon mcc and the fourth player is someone who has never touched minecraft before. if dream gets top 10 theres no way one of them Doesnt get top 10, and if two of them are top 10 theres like no way the third isnt also top 10 😭😭😭 dream ranboo and tubbo would just be like… a slightly weaker dteam who yell less and scott would probably get beat to death by the mcc reddit dont do the mans like that

uhhh but yea tldr: ranboo and tubbo basically same skill level, players of similar skill level have already teamed with dream, both could benefit by teaming with dream, and theres like no way dream + beeduo team happens. sorry for the long ask i just really love mcc ok bye

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[alolanrain]

More on Eric Kingler and the league. (This is super long and I’m sorry i can’t put a read more since I have no computer)

Unlike his League who mostly have separated teams for their gyms and personal use, his team is used for both!

His starter is a shiny Eevee, named Miku and the only named Pokémon on his team, followed closely by his Goodra. Both being seen as his starter since he caught Goodra as a Goomy the same day he got Miku. His home town is Sherdee and the forest, Bikwood, is where he also captured his Dreepy which is now a Dragapult. The rest of his team is Blissey, his Grandma’s starter his Aunt gave him after winning the Champion title and also replaced his Braviary who quickly died of Pokémon specific cancer, Sawsbuck and Drampa.

Eric Kingler team: Miku (Gigantamax/Eevium Z), Goodra, Dragapult (Dynamax), Blissey, Sawsbuck, Drampa (Dynamax/Dragon Zcrystal)

Unlike most league members who have the option to Dynamax and or use different zcrystals with different Pokémon but don’t, Eric regularly trades out who does what on his team. Though he does tend to lean towards Miku but has the advantage on non-verbal signals during fights, Vincent taught him that, Eric is actively trying to catch himself and change that.

Sherdee is placed more in the lush side of Mount Vince, though not as close to the base of said mountain like Snow Cap who circle completely around the mountain in a very weird circle shaped town with parts. Winery’s, farmland, and general green rolling hills cover most of Sherdee’s north side while the south side is more population dense. East side is more lush wood dense, think more of Cali’s red oaks then anything, where most of the dark and poison typing mingle. The west side, towards New Loc, is a thinner more wet type of bog land where water and grass thrive. This is where Kalos is receiving most of the helping Pokémon through the trade.

Despite the extremely popular wineries and being the Champions home town, Sherdee is not that populated like New Loc or even Benene on the other side of the mountain. Filled with drillers and generally older people. The west side of Mount. Vince is just generally where older people move to go retire and live. The lush shady and green land is much more gentle then the harsh dry lands of the east side. Salond is the only town thats mostly filled of young adults and trainers. And having the second and last gym on the League docket especially helps.

Though Jackson is usually found in Lily’s gym, to the point it’s basically his gym mission to come drag him from his friends gym back to his, and prefers the quiet Sherdee brings. It’s also where he mostly gets his dispensed weed and other things of that nature. The poison gym is based around the more populated zone of Sherdee, south east to be exact where the majority of poison and dark type live. Vincent Ghoul, heavily named after the mountain, is the dark gym leader and also a pretty sick dude and his gym is based in the north west despite a lot of dark types don’t naturally live there. Despite his only communication being signing since he’s selectively mute, which Jackson lords over everyone else because he’s the only one that can keep up with Vincent, he’s a very social person. A big contrast against other dark type trainers who are cut off and cold.

He’s Eric and Jackson’s collective second rival and met them at the second gym, the electric one, in Soland. The gym leader, General Chad Manley, was screaming directly in Vincent’s face. Jackson was the first to move to confront the retired General but it was Eric who silently beat down the man in a one on one battle with his personal Toxtricity (Amped Form) with Miku. The issue clearly came to the light when Chad refused to give Eric and Vincent the Shock Badge on the fact that he refused to believe they both fairly beaten the man. Making them call in the nearest Officer Jenny who had to inform the league, it took half a month of precious time and a very public event of one of the chairmen threatening to terminate the general to get their badge. Jackson actually got his as a consolation for waiting and unable to battle. Making him feel he was inferior to Vincent and Eric and making their three way rivalry very wobbly with the other two trying their best to restore faith in their friend.

He makes it his mission to somehow becomes Chad’s boss in some way and now he’s sitting as the strongest gym leader of Orago and Chad’s boss. Despite also being the forth strongest gym, Vincent is very much on par with both Jackson and Eric. Having grown with the boys he just chooses to stay where he’s at. Because it didn’t matter if he was the forth weakest or the second strongest, he would still be placed in Sherdee, and being the forth gym means he gets to meet a lot more trainers. Vincent is also one of the only gym leaders to rarely use his Zoroark, his very beloved starter, in official battles. Opting to keep her out most of the time unless a really strong trainer comes through.

Unlike Galar, and now recently Alola, Orago does have an Elite section. Though its not an Elite four but an Elite three. It’s taking into account that instead of eight gyms there’s nine in the region. It’s a debate that Eric and Jackson have constantly as well. Jackson doesn’t want to become an Elite four for many reasons, the main one being that if he’s moved to the same building the other three and Eric are constantly at Jackson cannot give Eric a safe place to come and hide in when things get to much for the stoic man along with the ability of his gym being a bunker if the two Team’s gain serious ground against Eric. The second one being that he’d have a shit ton more paperwork and thats not flying by him at all. Eric’s side is that they can spend more time together, it’s unspoken between the pair but Jackson can easily tell the mans non-verbal point, and Jackson doesn’t have to switch teams which he hates doing.

It doesn’t cause any stress on the League as a whole but it can get annoying for out-of-Region trainers who travel to take part who naturally assume there’s just eight and the badge holder just has an extra slot just in case. Only to go and sign up only to realize there’s an extra gym that they miss and now can’t participate in the last conference, which is mockingly called the Wine Conference from how much Eric and the head Chairwomen drink just to stay on the line of sanity.

Lily comes in much later, once Eric works Jackson into the bug Gym and Vincent into the dark gym, she comes takes over the poison gym. Unlike older and more traditional Regions like Kanto and Hoenn who usually give their position to the next of kin, Orago has a rule that you strictly cannot do that in any sense. Also that gym ladder positions will change constantly, like each gym is in a different spot almost every year, the only constant ones are Vincent, Lily, and Jackson because they know their strength and weakness to keep their ladder position the same.

Water and Rock usually change the most due to their type difference, Electric very rarely moves and if it does it goes down, and this system has caused the League to hand out maps to every trainer with that years ladder. Ghost and Ice are the second most popular to move but unlike every years its every three years like clock work. The Ice Gym Leader is unable to properly work out her team, being wheelchair bound and unable to properly track through the snow, so it usually fluctuates from the lack of trainers. Cadenza Flicker, the Ghost gym leader, has no problem with the situation at hand. Unlike the others who hate having to constantly switch.

Cadenza Flicker and Mini Tooks are not best friends but their close. Unable to see each other as often as they wish since Mini is again wheelchair bound and unable to travel through thick snow like other trainers and Cadenza’s large flame burns that cover a majority of her body keep her from staying in the snow for long. Though, once the summer arrives and the majority of the snow melts, Cadenza moves her team up to Mini’s gym to keep the girl company until fall comes around.

[missjackil]

Andrew Dabb is by far the weakest showrunner SPN has had. I dont understand why you stan him? I mean, you're entitled to your opinion of course but to me he obviously doesnt care about canon or the Winchesters, only the side characters and pandering to the 1% (Hellers)

First, let me say I don't “stan” him, I just don't think he’s any worse than any other showrunner SPN has had, and in some ways, he's even better.  Apologies up front that this may run long, but I have a lot to say about the subject.

I didn’t join the Tumblr fandom until s11 was over and the show had changed hands from Carver to Dabb. All summer long I heard from Hellers how Dabb hates the Winchesters toxic co-dependency and is going to do away with it. And he is “for sure” going to make Destiel canon because he likes it and so does his assistant, she even had books published on the subject! So everyone not interested in that ship, dispised Dabb before the season even started filming, However, the Hellers were proven wrong, Dabb has done the least destiel pandering than ANY other showrunner, and has improved on Sam and Dean’s relationship while still managing to keep them dangerously co-dependent, but for some reason, the Hellers still preach the opposite and the bibros still believe them. I don’t think the fandom gave Dabb a fair chance. 

Now,  I agree that there have been some bad stories, and failure to keep up with canon and some annoying retcons but because i actually watch the series over and over, I can see this has been a problem with every showrunner, even Kripke.  A problem I have seen with the show since the beginning is maybe, there have been too many writers and maybe they dont watch the show or read what other writers have written from episode to episode. But since this has been a constant, I dont go nuts when it happens over and over because I still love the show and I am still invested in the whole story. 

One thing I learned quickly when I came to the fandom is the hypocrisy is level 50 on all sides. One side hates the other because theyre bullies but the other side isnt much better.  Bitter girls are critical of the other brother for things they dont hold against their fav and everyone thinks J2 hate the show as much as they do. These people may never know how ridiculous they look by watching a show for 10 years past the time they stopped liking it, or bitching about a show they dont even watch anymore and pretend they have a clue whats going on. 

As I watch the Krikpe era recently, I like picking out things that the fandm would cry about if it happened now. In s1 Faith all the reapers were scary monster looking shriveled old dudes, and then in 2.1 (Less than 10 episodes later) Dean’s Reaper tells him Reapers can appear as whatever they want even a pretty girl “RETCON!!!” I could hear y’all crying if Dabb did that.  And why did saying “Christo” help point out a demon once but never again? (till s14 when they did a call back)

How about fan-favorite Mystery Spot? We all love that right? But if it wasnt an episode until the Dabb era, you would all flame it because Sam keeps saying every day is exactly the same, thats how he knows what is going to happen and yet none of the days are the same as the one before. “THESE WRITERS SUCK!!!!!” is the response you all would give 

The End is literally double Dean and 5 minutes of Sam. In the Beginning is literally 46 seconds of Sam, if these episodes happened now alll id hear is “Dabb hates Sam... writers hate Jared!!” 

How about S4 when the Angels are threatening to kill Sam for using his powers, and yet, they want him to kill Lilith with his powers?? What? Theres no way that would fly in the Dabb era. 

How about introducing the Anti-Christ in a season about The Apocolypse and not following through on it? Or how everyone shades Dabb for pushing Wayward sisters when Kripke pushed Ghost Facers? Even threw in a random and highly out of place advertisement for their web series that never went anywhere? (random promo in Hammer of the Gods) or having girls constantly getting in the boys’ way and Dean frequently telling Sam he cant trust him and doesnt believe in him?? “No one knows the brother’s love as well as Kripke uwu” 

As far as destiel fodder goes, if anyone just started watching SPN in s12, they would never get a vibe that Dean and Cas have a thing, but maybe Sam and Cas do, Cas and Dean are hardly even friends since S12, yet the Kripke era gave birth to Destiel, and Gamble and Carver fed into it “I gripped you tight and raised you from perdition” “He was your boyfriend first” “Bases loaded bottom of the 9th, (cas) Id rather have you (as opposed to Sam) “ *dean carries trench coat around in the trunk of all his beater cars* “I need you.... we need you” “Theres people, and feelings, that I want to experience differently now, maybe for the first time” (when the only people in Deans life at the time were Sam and Cas) ALL came before Dabb, and what is Dabb guilty of? “I love you, I love all of you” and a mix tape. 

So no... Dabb isnt perfect, but he definitely doesnt suck. I just think y’all decided to hate him before s12 and just never gave him a fair shot.  Hardly any of you rewatch the series and cant remember things that happened back in the day, you just all seem to have this notion it was all gritty car scenes, googly eyes and dirty motel rooms. 

Have a Merry Christmas

[crackships4lyfe]

Wandering au just so you know!!

So i came up with this au on the fly on roblox after watching waaaaaaay too much 90s moomins and listening to i believe dear fellow traveller if not that then the moss. So some clarifications should be made. All of yhe characters get to keep their canon personalities!! Yay. Asriel is withdrawn and quiet with most people when he first meets them then opens up the longer he kows you, yugo is adventurous , enjoys cooking and takes working at the restraunt pretty seriously, in general personality wise things didnt really change the characters you love and adore are pretty much the same with some added features

Yugo: collects rocks and crystals he likes and puts them in jars he stashes away in his closet. He calls them his treasure. Adamai just calls them his junk.

Hes littered in scars from too dangerous adventures and its actually uncommon to see him without bandages. He fills the role of moomintroll looking forward to every spring when his snufkin comes to wreak havoc, play games, and stay up all night telling stories.

Adamai: the responsible one out of the two really. He helps their dad with the inn as best he can. Unlike yugo though hes not that great a cook.

He like yugo has a hoard of stashed away goodies he calls his treasure, unlike yugo though its actual treasure. Precious gemstones necklaces and kammas have been stashed away only to be taken from if absolutely necessary.

He hates being ignored which is unforunate because he typically is. He plays the role of snork more often then not off doing his own thing or complaining to frisk if theyll listen. They usually do.

Amalia:

Lives by the beach and makes a habit of collecting shells and saving washed up critters. Its actually how she met chara. Tends to wander around more during the summer and packs up to go elsewhere for the winter though no one knows where she goes.

She spends most of her time with frisk when they are around which is mostly during the fall as amalia packs up to leave and frisk moves in to replace her.

Evangeline and tristepin: they fill the role of mother mymble and the joxter. They travel around the world going on dangerous adventures with their kids and dont normally stop by unless its to see amalia.

Frisk: filling the role of too-ticky they travel around following the cold winter winds helping anyone who needs it.

They are fairly close to asriel though they dont cross paths often.

Tends to be a massive flirt but ups the anti with amalia. Amalia is unsure how to feel about that.

Asriel: i wont go into much since im pretty shore ive talked about him before but,

He ran away from the dreemurrs at the age of 9 due to the ever present feeling of being trapped.

He cant decide whether the title of best friend goes to yugo or chara.

He wont admit to the attachment hes gained for yugo and even outright ignores the fact that feeling of being trapped doesnt really feel as suffocating when hes around.

He arrives in spring and leaves in fall. He as prebiously stated plays the role of snufkin perfectly.

Last one cause i gotta sleep ill do a part 2 in the morning.

Chara: loud, obnoxious, protective. Thats the beat way to describe them. They are also very intelligent having been alive for almost 100 years means they are more experienced in most things than the average land dweller. Joris is the only person theyve met that can outsmart them and they have mad respect for him because of it.

They consider joris to be their closest friend and make sureto terrorize him with bad fish puns and pick up lines to make sure he knows this fact.

Chara comes off as confident as well almost like they think they are better than everyone else. Asriel saw the real them once while he was still at home but only once, Joris on the other hand has seen chara break down, has seen them at their weakest. Joris knows chara better than anyone. Its no surprise at all that the bad pick up lines meant as a joke ended up becoming far more serious than originally intended.

Chara tends to show up in emelka randomly throughout the yearthough they mostly stick to the waters they know partially for safety as sirens are hunted when spotted as they are very dangerous and partially because joris is there.

Asriel's stories give chara miniature heartattacks so they tend to up and leave to make aure he hasnt died.

Chara doesnt like yugo much as he puts their brother in dangerous situations alot.

Ok thats it i gotta go to bed now xP ill finish this tmrrw when i have time.

[thekingofwinterblog]

My hero academia 213 How to Destroy Potential

My hero academia Chapter 213 has to put it bluntely, been controversial to say the least. the only reason its not the most controversial part of this series, is due to the handling of endeavor.

some are okay with it, and thinks it’s got a lot of potential. others just see it as a blatant rethreading of the road that in the end destroyed Both Bleach and Naruto, two series that at their height was the cream of the crop of not only shonen, but the entire manga medium(at least if one goes by sales numbers), but as the story went on, completely fell in over themselves, and abandoned the things fans loved about the series. In the End fans of bleach got so fed up with the series, that it got canceled in the middle of its final fight. one does not get a more humiliating fall than that.

and now, MHA is seemingly going down the same road. that road of course, being powerscaling.

Powerscaling is a very tricky buisiness, as for any series with superpowers, you will at some point have to establish a hierarcy, of who is at the bottom, the middle, and easily the most important one, at the top.

How strong characters can be in a setting, is immensely important, because that one simple question, determines how strong/usefull any character not at the very top can be in the grand scheme of things.

it is also very important to put a ceiling on how strong a character can become, lest the need for characters to always get stronger and stronger, means that they will reach a point where the only thing that matters anymore is brute strength.

naruto at the end of its series, had essentially destroyed itself due to the fact that its main characters were now so powerfull, that literarly everyone else was worthless in comparison.

bleach went the opposite route, with a villain that was so broken and powerfull, that there was no way his defeat was EVER going to be satisfying, and in the end people didnt care anymore, once the end was reached, and it was killed before its time.

In MHA’s case, the road so many people think its going down, is the road, of Naruto, with its protagonist Izuku Midoriya, gaining 6 entierly new powers, which for Many, Many reasons, threatens to break this story across its knee.

Now i will not go into wheter these powers were well foreshadowed. ive seen both arguments, with many being frustrated they come out of nowhere, while some saying its been foreshadowed since chapter 2.

What i want to focus on, are the powers themselves, and the implications they have on Izuku, and the entire rest of the cast.

Izuku midoriya, at the start of the series, obtained the quirk One for All, a quirk passed on through the generations, which seemingly only granted immense superhuman strength, and all that comes with that(speed, power, and to some extent durability).

for the past 200 chapters, we have explored the drawbacks and powers of this quirk. its unmatched sheer power, but also that its a quirk that one needs to master over time, and if the new user isnt given time to adapt to it, it will destroy the users limbs.

and this was not a for show flaw either. over the course of this series, izuku, again and again used the quirk freely in order to overcome his obstacles, and in the end, he damaged his arms with permanent nerve damage, with the promise that if it happened once or twice more, he would suffer full use of his arms.

in order to compensate for this, he did something you almost never see in any series. he completely ditched his original style of fighting in favor of one that had nothing to do with his old one, but allowed him to use his legs instead of his now damaged arms in order to minimize risk of further damage.

izukus entire journey was about achieving control, over a power he already had achieved, and in the end he was forced to completely rework his powers to achieve success.

then, after we got a full sense of what izuku could do at 100% power, izuku would go on to try and fix one of his main weaknesses, his lack of a ranged attack.

and using his own newfound grasp over his powers, and a bit of tech help, izuku did so, developing a quite usefull ranged attack.

Izuku at this point had reached around 20%/30% of his full power potential, and was really starting to come into his own.

then a completely new power emerged, and izuku was told by one of the previous users of one for all, that in no uncertain terms he would develop 6 entierly new quirks, and that this was the real true potenital of One for All.

This reveal completely redefined the entire series, izukus journey, the potential of EVERYONE ELSE, and how things would be going foreward.

Uncertainty---

Now the first defence against those who like the reveal, and doesnt think this makes izuku overpowered, is that we dont know what any of the new quirks are, other than Izuku’s new Black Whip.

and they are right. we dont know what they are. and thats a big problem.

Now whenever Izuku is in a bad spot, there will always be a chance that the stress will kick in and activate a new quirk, and turn the tide of battle.

it doesnt matter if this never, ever happens. the problem is that its something that we now know COULD happen, and thus it decreases any tension out of any fight izuku will ever have between now and when the final quirk is revealed. Thusly, izuku having these quirks have now dealt a mortal blow against any tension his fight may have had.

Now, to be fair, i want to show a case of this kinda trope done right to compare it to. Naruto and ichigos, kyuubi and hollow transformations before either of them mastered their transformations.

the reason why both of these worked, is that while there was always the possibility that they would just go loose and fix whatever was happening(which is exactly what happened in several cases) we the audience had an advantage we do not have with Izuku’s quirks. we knew what both the hollow powers and the kyuubi could do. while there was the obvious question of just how strong either of these could become before the MC just lost all control, we knew and understood what both these forms could do, and what would lead them to emerge.

we do not have this with izuku’s quirks. we dont know what any of them except Black Whip can do. as my buddy Quirkquartz put it, izuku might have a healing quirk thats powerfull enough to fix his arms and all injury ever. thats probably not gonna be the case, but then again, it could be. We DONT know.

how strong izukus quirks end up being is immaterial. as long as we dont know what any of these quirks are, there is always the chance that they will turn out to be something that will completely fix whatever the issue is at the moment.

and all the way from now and until we learn what the final revealed quirk is, that will be a massive problem.

Replacing other now obsolete characters---

One of the most obvious and blatant problems with giving izuku more quirks, is that it makes other characters irrelevant. ill go over the full problems with powerscaling later, but lets focus on the most obvious and blatant problem, as its actually a problem already.

the fact that izukus quirks will probably end up flat out just be other characters powers, just better.

and unlike other concerns about this reveal, this one has actually happened already.

Izuku’s black whip, is essentially the quirk of his fellow classmate Sero, just better in every way. and what that means is that any chance sero ever had of being relevant and unique just died.

One of the biggest problems of powercreep is when the only thing that matters is brute power, and the only thing that matters is who is the most powerfull guy on the team.

that is a legitimate concern of where this might all head, but there is another problem with powercreep when it comes to developing new powers.

flat out making characters obsolete.

what is the point of sero, now that izuku can do what he can do, just better? the answer is that there isnt any. Sero might as well have died, given that any potential he had to be somewhat unique just got destroyed by izuku getting a power which is his, just better.

to illustrate the importance of uniqueness, ill give an example of a character who is the weakest of his entire group, yet has one nitche that only he can do.

Usopp from one piece, is the weakest fighter of the entire strawhat pirates, bar none. yet he is also the sniper of the crew, and when it comes to long range situations, there simply arent anyone in the crew who comes even close to doing what he can do at that range.

this has lead to him being instrumental several times in the manga, saving the day, when no one else could, because even though there are plenty of enemies he just cannot beat, he is still a worthwhile character who can do stuff no one else can do.

Now, with the introduction of Black Whip, we will never see a similar situation for Sero. he’s irrelevant, and to put it bluntly, obsolete.

and there is a genuine fear that this will happen again when other quirks are introduced. whats there to say the next one wont be an explosion power, which is probably more powerfull than bakugous?

Making previous development meaningless---

like the previous point, this one is also a problem thats already happened. namely that the introduction of Black Whip, just made izukus previous development of a ranged attack pointless. maybe once izuku really gets a massive grip of OFA, and his ranged air attack become ridiculously powerfull, it will be relevant again, but at that point, he could just punch like all might and get the same effect.

which brings up the question. if the next devlopment is to master black whip, then what the hell was the point of izuku devloping a ranged attack?

again, there isnt any. ranged wind attack is now flat out overshadowed for its intended purpose, and will now be a niche ability.

Unnecesary Powers and lack of creativity---

And now we get to delve into the subject of the concept of the OP character, and wheter izuku qualifies or not.

one argument ive seen leveled over and over, is that izuku was always going to be overpowered, so giving him extra quirks isnt a problem in the grand scheme of thing. after all, he’s gonna be overpowered either way right?

which raises a question. wheter izuku actually is going to become overpowered or not(a question ill dive into in the next section), did he need more powers? what was wrong with his established set? was simple superhuman strength a power which simply didnt work in the long run?

There is some legitimate critisism on the subject, in that izukus fights for a long time, tended to end the same, unless it was a curbstomp. izuku would simply get angry and hit them really really hard, and often break his body in the process.

and there is some genuine problems there. many pf izukus fights were indeed like that. i would argue however, that this was a problem on Koheis part, rather than an inherited problems with OFA itself.

After all, there are plenty of moments where izuku uses his strength in order to win in other ways than just hitting people directly. izukus first fight with bakugou was won like that, and him saving himself, tsuyu and mineta on the boat was a great combination attack.

The big problem is that kohei has relied on enemies with direct power against izuku far too often.

Overhaul was building up to be a direct counter to that. a physically normal man, with ridiculous powers, that was more than a match for izuku. then he became a punching bag in order to demonstrate how strong izuku is at 100%

Gentle was similar, then at the very end, La Brava revealed her quirk to be one which powered gentle up drasticly, turning their fight into yet another power struggle(though addmitingly one which izuku won withouth destroying himself).

The big problem is that when it comes to izukus fights, kohei has lately relied far too mutch on hard hitters to fight izuku, rather than letting fights like izukus vs gentle or overhaul to reach a logical conclusion. instead coming back to the age old power struggle.

Yet he has proven over the series that he can write better than that, and in my opinion, the big problem is that he simply hasnt when its come to izukus fights.

and, now, lets go over the big subject, the one that defines this debate.

Powerscaling in all its messy glory----

The big, big question that is asked again and again with this devlopment, is, doesnt this make izuku OP as fuck? and often those who like the idea to redirect the question with replies like, and so what? he was always going to be OP, this changes nothing. or the tried and true, lets wait and see how Kohei writes it.

lets begin with the biggest question, was Izuku always going to be OP?

the answer is both Yes and no. he was always going to be OP in that his brute force was never going to be matched, thats true enough, and the entire series has been built upon that premise. however, that doesnt mean that izuku would be able to solve every single problem he would face on his own, nor that he could beat every single enemy he ever faced.

if you actually look at 1-a’s powerset, there is an obvious collection of flat out combat quirks(which makes sense given the entrance exam) but there is also a large variety of powers.

Acid, explosions, fire/ice, lasers, electricity, shadow, sound. these are all direct combat quirks, yet none of them are usefull for direct physical combat.

of the direct physical combat(and nothing else) fighters there are 6; tsuyu, kirishima, ojirou, tenya, shoji and sato.

now, lets look at these in full and see how they compare in potential for one for all.

Tsuyu, has superhuman strenght and agilty and a incredibly long and strong toungue. also has camouflage powers, which OFA does not have anything resembling, and can also climb on walls.

Kirishima, is superhumanly durable to an insane degree. how this compares to OFA durability at both of their heights is unknown, but it could consievably be more durable than a OFA user after kirishima has hammered it as far as it could go.

ojirou, has a tail. OFA is and always will be better.

Tenya, has ridiculously high speed, and at this current stage is FAR faster than izuku, and could possibly grow even faster. how a possible max speed would compare to AFO is unknown, but its completely possible that tenya would be the flash to izukus superman.

Shoji, has transformation powers, which is often used for direct combat but can also be used for other things like scouting by sound, leave behind dropped off body parts for distractions or decoys and probably other usefull things.

and finally sato, who grows superhumanly strong when he consumes sugar. his max strenght seems to be far inferior to izuku already at this stage.

so, out of the entire class, only two members had nothing to bring to the table which OFA could not do better in every way, no question.

does this mean that all of the quirks had the potential to reach OFA’s level? of course not, but that didnt mean they had to be useless.

after all, characters like sero could fill their own niche. oh wait.

the big problem with giving izuku even one more quirk(much less 6) is that suddenly he can do stuff that other characters can do, just much better. and this isnt something we speculate on. its already happened. Black whip is better than seros quirk in every way. the moment izuku gets any grip on black whip, sero serves no point.

which leads to the next point.

one argument against this being a terrible idea for the story as a whole, is that its not likely that izuku will have mastered these quirks right out of the gate. and that is true. it will probably take izuku as long a time to truely master black whip as it took to master his original powers. but that doesnt really matter, in the grand scheme of things. because wheter it takes a week, a month or a year, the end result remains the same. Black Whip will have made sero a completely obsolete character. there simply isnt any way around that. 

izuku will make more and more characters obsolete everytime he unlocks another quirk. wheter the next is mineta, jirou, kirishima or even todoroki and bakugou, each time it happens someone will become the new yamcha.

which leads me to the next point. there is no point of any other characters training to be the next number one hero, as this devlopment will have killed any shot todoroki or bakugou ever had of matching up to izuku in any way.

the bakugou/izuku rivalry is effectively over, as there isnt any way bakugou could even hope to measure up to izuku now.

it was a tall order with izuku only having one for all, but idd argue that its impossible now, that he’s got more than OFA.

Hell, even with just black whip, izukus potential is now so wast that it dwarfs any other. BW pretty mcuh removes all the few drawbacks of a fully mastered OFA, namely its lack of range beyond moving wind currents and bursts. izuku could potentially have been left helpless in the air open to counterattacks, even after fully having mastered OFA. with BW, that “pesky”weakness has now been removed.

the simple fact of the matter is that One for ALL was such a powerfull quirk that giving it ANY boost beyond its already established powers, had the severe risk of completely undermining every single other characters. 6 entierly new and probably all very powerfull quirks on top of it?

i simply cannot see any way that will be done well and these powers will benefit the story, even by an author who has done no wrong. and kohei is not one such.

this development is not a sudden sign that kohei is becoming a terrible writer. he’s been fucking up for a while now. 

He wasted all the potential of the overhaul arc, which had so much potential, that was flushed down the toilet, and he completely failed to make me(and many, MANY others) feel anything in regards to Endeavors “redemption” arc.

Kohei is capable of writing great stuff still, the festival arc was great, this recent arc has been wonderfull up until pretty recently, and ive loved so much of what has happened over the last year.

But he isnt a writer who makes no mistakes. and quite frankly, im tired of the argument that we should wait and see. i waited and saw during the overhaul arc. it did not have a finale that i particularly loved. i waited and saw during the endeavor arc. and again, i didnt get anything i wanted out of that conclusion, neither endeavor losing an eye, a real confrontation between endeavor and dabi, nor endeavors potential death, which is what i expected and wanted out of that arc.

im tired of waiting and seeing. this is a terrible and quite possibly a point of no return for MHA quality and potential, and im gonna call it out as such.

[angel-archivist]

Hell yeah!

h,,,hell yeah i basically spammed discord with it already so yall r lucky you get a whole ass description of the 1st book,,, i’ll tell yall about the other two if you want buts its a lot of info so ill leave it to this post 

this is  a LONG ass post so keep reading to hear about it: 

            THE PLOT OF THE STORY OK so basically the world has been changing and advancing. and humans are starting to, too. mutants. there are these weird mutations and people dont like that bc people are scared of new things some people have valid concerns. so basically theres war b/c  people had started mass slaughtering these people if babies appear with these powers they’d be immediately drowned. So human rights activist be like  “hey thats super nasty stop"then war it ends in a draw bc people get tired of all the blood shed and they say ok well you have these powers but your legally not allowed to use them until we figure out a way to stop you from using them unless you enlist in the military or your power benefits US you cant use it but at the same time they have a bunch of kids with potentially dangerous powers who have no idea how to use them running around so new schools specifically made for these kids pop up but there really only for the kids who parents can afford it bc its so expensive to go to them bc the government refuses to fund them so most kids get enlisted in public school programs there extremely underfunded and only have a few teachers thats the program our main characters in the first part are in simon and his friends ryan and jack plus his entire class basically fuck around and shit and the best teach mr. carter who works with what hes got tries his best to help the kids control their powers theres all miss. advise but she kind of sucks shhh. simon is seen as the weakest link in the class hes a healer and thats all hes seen as bc hes only shown that he can heal small wounds later on we meet Alex whose come to shadow the class to see if he should move into that schools program(when really hes looking for kids to recruit to this new school)and simon immediately catches his attention bc he can tell that hes holding back his power then we meet the bad guy (well one of them)we dont meet mr gray until the next book he’s obsessed with mutants unhealthily so. hes kidnapped many a mutants and tested on them violently trying to figure out if their powers could be harvested(uhh they cant)and this schools program actually has some surprisingly strong mutants and there easy targets bc they have the same protection public schools in america have which is like "we have the ILLUSION of safety” but we’re really not ANyway so he kidnaps Ryan no. 1 whose pretty powerful shes not ryan ryan shes another kid named ryan she’s able to steal memories so the class is basically like"oh shit fuck ryans not here"and they start to try to search for her and alex and simon start getting close  bc alex seems to know a lot about the kidnapper. eventually they end up locating her shes pretty badly beaten oh wait no actually shit she dead. Simon is VERY pissed they found her body in the cemetery mean good choice of location for this kidnapper that literally kills people and like perfect place to dump the bodies but bad choice bc simon can literally resurrect people and basically brings a bunch of zombies back along with ryan and like the  mans like"oh shit"and later on simon asks alex how he knew the kidnapper so well and hes like “ha ha hes my brother"and he looks at simon and says "no one else saw what you could do"bc it had only been him and alex at the final fight and simons like ‘good”“your power could help so many people”“its disgusting.”“i dont see that”“……whats your power alex you never told the class”“ha i can kill people”“we can all kill people”“no im literally death”“god your fucking emo:"NO seriously!picks up and apple is rots in his hand” :0 will that happen if we fuck"“THATS A HORRIBLE QUESTION”“LISTEN simon i want to offer you a spot at this school”“no,”“HEY listen me out the woman who runs it, shes super nice and shes willing to give out a few scholarships for mutants thats how i got in”“you could help so many people simon”

“………..”

“no one else here will understand your power and you know it”

“thats……not true”

“Look at me simon. No one really knows you.”

“and you do?”

“better then you realize. i know about your parents and your family i know about your power and i know what you favorite color is”

“damn. you do know me”

“ please just…next year"one year or at least a semester!”

“,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,you think she could help me get rid of it…?”

“….if thats what you really want im sure she could help you…do that but you really shouldn’t be trying to get rid of it, its a gift!”

“shut up alex.”

“is that a yes?”

“fine.”

“FUCK YEAH” and thats basically book one  

uhhh tell me if you wanna hear about the next one,,,

[tumblunni]

Also in retrospect some of the mook nobodies that are assigned to the organization bosses kinda dont make sense. Like why is Axel of.all people given the weakest low level Dusks? They dont look anything like him or have a similar fighting style. And he's not emthe weakest nor is he the first member which might justify having the least specialized army. I always thought axel.was the assassin nobodies, honestly! And why is xemnas the sorcerer? He's dual energy sword dude! And also why is that thing even called the sorcerer when it looks more like a dude in a weird priest robe. Like i dunno at least 'the cleric' would have made sense in an ironic way where the evilest evil has a holy paladin army.

Speaking of which, maybe that could be a good name for Vexen's mooks? Cos thats a class in final fantasy that (sometimes) has protective moves, without also being a big buff physical attack specialist. Its really hard to think of a class that fits him, when he has such an odd moveset! But man its real cool that all the low level nobodies were based on traditional jrpg job classes so i definateky wanna keep the pattern in my fanmade designs.

Hmm Lexaeus could probably be the Warrior or maybe Viking? Saix already is the beserker in the more literal sense of the term, rather than how in a lot of ff games its just 'warrior, but upgraded'. Does anyone know if they ever did any other types of Big Physical Attack Man that werent already taken by anotjer team member?

Marluxia maybe could be the geomancer, technicalky? Cos he uses plants while Lexeaus is the actual geo guy,but also Lexaeus isnt a magician and plants are a thing in the ground i guess. Shame there isnt really any class name thay could convey marluxia's bishie looks and love of beauty and such. I mean technically maybe Dancer/Bard but again thats already taken. Maybe the Summoner cos he has that boss form transformation where he rides around on a weird giant statue thats also.sorta his lower half like a centaur made of forehead.

Larxene would definateky be the thief! I wouls have said the assassin since she specializes in thrown knives and thats also like the even more sneaky evil version of a thief. But again, they already gave that one to someone else.

And i dunno i honestky would have picked roxas to be the master of the Dusks. Cos he' the inexperienced newbie who hasnt really established his place in the group yet, he has these weak primal squigglemens that he cant really control. And i just think the manga added a really big nuance to his introduction when they had it be not just him spotting a Dusk messing around with the town and thus stumbling into axel, but instead a dusk that tracked him down and tried to tell him what was really happening, but he didnt know what this monster was just freaked out. That one panel where its all like "i've finalky found you, my leige, everyone is waiting back at the castle'. I mean like thats the only time we evee see anyone being able ro understand the dusks?? They cant talk, he just somehow hears it telepathically, and thatd make a lot of sense if the boss nobodies each had like a psychic bond with their minions. Also man seriously yo it must have been so sad for them! Theyre just lil spaghetti friends, theyre not even smart enough to understand that they were once dead humans, how do you expect them to understand that their boss just mysteriously vanished and was brainwashed into thinking he was Normal Shonen Anime Boy, thus your attempts to rescue him are just ruining his one chance at seeing what a human life is like...man roxas' story is so good and sad aaaa...

OH MAN I REMEMBERED THAT ONE MANGA CHAPTER AGAIN WHERE ITS THE DAY IN THE LIFE OF MOOK NOBODY NUMBER 98 AND THEN ON THE LAST PAGE HE GETS JUST CASUALLY KILLED BY THE PROTAGONIST JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER MOOK

god i feel so much for these cute monsters god im more interested in them than any of the humans

[yourjughead]

Twisted Snake pt.2

Pairings: Jughead x reader, Bughead. Warnings: Mentions of abuse and bruising, possible swear I can't remember. A/N: I'm so so happy with the response from you guys for this story, really encouraging. I'm not overly confident with this part but hopefully you'll like it and I haven't ruined it. Also would you like another part? If so are ye happy to continue in Jughead POV or would you like more 3rd person etc. Let me know dollies. REQUESTS OPEN ------------------------------------------- Jughead Pov. After Betty screamed at me for an hour and reassured her for another hour, I had just about managed to salvage my relationship. Not even sure if that's even what I want, a relationship that's just barely one. The party had cleared out but the house was a state to behold. Nope. Not my problem. I turned on my heels and rejoined Vegas in the garage. ~~~~ For the next week I spent every possible non school moment in Pops. More so than usual. I was practically part of the furniture, just hoping to “accidentally” run into y/n again. It didn't go unnoticed by Betty, I just played it off as wanting to write more. What was her deal? What's wrong with my name? I mean it's not exactly conventional but people don't usually run away from me panicked when they hear it. I am the new Voldemort. I am he who should not be named. I laughed a loud at my stupid thoughts. It was late on Friday and Pops started to fill, I just had a feeling she wouldn't like it crowded, I didn't. I got a few strange looks from the couple next to me. I strolled home and collapsed onto the air mattress, it huffing beneath me. Archie won't be home for at least an hour, he's out with Veronica. I feel totally defeated, where am I to find this one girl in a sea of others...well none like her. Wait...she's not like the Riverdale girls because she isn't one! Oh I'm an idiot. I jumped off the “bed” and grabbed my jeans practically putting them on both legs at once. I grabbed my keys and as I went for the front door I ran into Archie and Veronica stumbling in. “Oh Jughead...we were just umm” “Don't need to explain Archie... actually please don't explain just stay off my mattress” I brushed past not wanting to prolong the awkwardness. I sat into Archie's truck, he's not going to appreciate this but he probably won't notice right now with Veronica to preoccupy him. I hate driving, hate it. I'm no good at it but I don't feel like walking to the Southside at quarter past midnight. After a few false starts, messing up the radio frequency and general terrible driving I arrived outside the Wyte Worm. After taking a few laps inside the bar I gave up. I'm not going to find her here, I wouldn't find me here why would I find her here.  Okay think if I were her who is similar to me where would I be. “Jughead? What are you doing here?” oh no. I'm dead. “You shouldn't be here Juggy” “Um yeah Dad sorry I was just looking for someone…” “Who? Who could you possibly be looking for here Jughead?” “Emmm Y/N” Dad took a step closer to me, eyes darkening. “And what would you want with her?” His tone was harsh. “Emm she left heart medication in Archie's when she was at my party” well that's a terrible lie but it needed to be serious enough of a thing to let behind that he'd tell me where she is “Why was she at your party?!” “Uh I'm not sure, wasn't everyone? Is there something wrong with her?” “You could say that” he bit. “You won't find her here anyway Juggy but I guess missing heart meds is kinda serious emmmm okay I'd say you'll probably find her lot over at the Podges...I'll come with you” “No!” He looked at me confused “well you're not going there by yourself”. Oh yeah leave it to now for my Dad to step up and care. “I won't, I'm going to just go home and ring the pharmacy on the pack tomorrow” I turned and walked briskly away from him. “Don't go there Jughead. I'm warning you.” He called after me, his seriousness radiating through across the distance. I waved in acknowledgement as I sat into the truck, no intention to listen to him. I thought the Whyte Worm was rough. Nothing could compare to Podges. Total drunken chaos. I stood on the porch of the pub ((bar etc)) taking a deep breath, regretting it instantly and  stepped inside to total ruins. Fighting and shouting and utter chaos. The stench of old booze and smoke was deeply imbedded in the sheer dna of the place. I am Nancy Drew, Nancy Jones...Jughead Drew? Ehhh we'll circle back to that later. I pulled up my hood and put my hands in my pockets. I want to completely fly under the radar. I didn't do a very good job at it. A weight was thrown into my side and I was pushed into a small coat closet. Expecting to be attacked I closed my eyes and braced for impact, when the pain didn't come I reluctantly opened my eyes and found a concern stricken y/n with arms crossed. “y/n!” I threw my arms around her and thankfully she didn't push me away... immediately. “What are you doing here Jughead?! Are you totally off your game?!”   “I umm I just wanted to see you…” not creepy at all there Juggy. Her furrowed face softened and she left out a half laugh. I watched her bite her lip and put her hand to her head. “Thats...that's  really really sweet but also really really stupid, you could get yourself killed here for being who you are...let alone for talking to me” she seemed genuinely concerned. “Why...why would I get myself killed” I don't understand what is going on, at least Voldemort knew why he was hated. “It's cause of who your dad is…..” she couldn't meet my eyes. Once again my dad is ruining something that could be amazing for me. “What?!” I practically shouted. Y/N moved closer to me and put a finger to my lips. I brushed my hand over hers and brought it to my cheek and kept it there. I don't know what it is about to her. She's magnetic. I want to be closer to her in every way possible. “Shh Jughead you have to be quiet, I know it seems chaotic and loud but I'm actually surprised they don't know you're here already. Your dad is a ring leader in the Serpents and my dad….my dad isn't” her voice was shaky. “Who is your dad?” “Y/D/N Y/L/N…..leader of the the Scorpions…” she sounded ashamed and I could stop my eyes from widening. “As in…” “Yeah, as in Southside Scorpions” she meet my eyes again, glossy and sad. “Oh” well shit. This is not good. A territory feud that has been raging for years, bloodshed on both sides...too much blood. She gave me a small smile. The weakest of smiles. Breaks my heart. “Yeah Jughead, “Oh” is right, so yeah...I think you should go”  her hand dropped from my cheek and I missed it being there instantly. “Does it bother you?...does it bother you im not a Scorpion?” My voice was a little shaky for this question as I stepped closer to her again. “No, I know it should but it doesn't, I don't really fit in the gang mentality, my older brother will take  over leading not me, I don't belong to it like they want me to….does it bother you I'm not a Serpent?” “Oh yeah totally, can't even look at you" I laugh as she toyingly hits me into the chest. I know I'm with Betty but more than a bit of me wants to be with her. “Jugheeeeaaad” she whined playfully. I love how I'm making it impossible for her. The door swung open and y/n pushed me backwards beneath coats instantly. “Y/N? What..you...here..doing?” A man close to our age slurred out. “Nnnnnothing John...I was..i was just looking for my coat” her voice was entirely shaky and if that lad wasn't as out of it as he was he would have seen right through. “Oh alright well c'mere” John caught y/n roughly around the waist and she was visibly uncomfortable under his touch. He moved to kiss her lips as she turned her head, his lips meeting her cheek. Ugh. “Hey y/n, cop on” his tone was blunt and I could see the burning pressure he put on her wrist. “Ssssorry...I'll meet you out there my dad said he'll buy you a drink go go” his ears perked at the idea of a free drink and he briskly left the closet. Y/N let out the biggest sigh of relief I'd ever heard as she rubbed her red wrist. “Who was that?” I cautiously came out from beneath the coats. “No one” she brushed her hair out of her face and crossed her arms across her chest. “Was that...is that your boyfriend?” “Kinda…” “Oh…did he do that?” I pointed at the bruises along her arms where she had let the hoodie ride up. She instantly pulled it down covering them. “You need to go now” eyes fixed on my shoes. I moved closer to her and pulled the sleeve of her hoodie up. I held her arm in my hands and looked at the marbled marks decorating her arm. She stared at me while I couldn't take my eyes off the marks. I leaned in and kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in closer. I moved my hands around her waist. I felt like this is where I belong, with her... granted not in the closet but I don't mind, I'm with her. I suddenly felt tears land on my cheek but they didn't belong to me. “Please Jughead...you need to go” she whispered with teary eyes breaking the kiss and moving away from me. “Y/N…” I moved for her again. “No” she moved as though my touch might burn her. “I….emm okay...here's my number I wrote it down for you..please dont hesitate to use it...” I gave it to her and she sheepishly took it. “Okay then...bye y/n” I slowly edged past her as she stood looking in the spot I once occupied. ------------------------------------- Teehee Xx

[point001]

I saw your MBTI chart for HQ, and I was wondering if you could please explain Oikawa? No offense, but I too am an INTJ and I have never related as much to an anime character as much as Oikawa... so just wondering?

Hey anon, I really want to answer your question best I can but its been a couple years since I’ve actively been involved with both Haikyuu and MBTI on here.  But I’m gonna try to retrace my steps for you a bit:

Also, no offense taken! I too typed myself as INTJ (a long time ago) and related to Oikawa a whole lot as a character.  When I first read haikyuu, his personality was near identical to mine, but it’s been a while.  This is why I was so intrigued by his type and did a lot of research.  Most of my typing was based on cognitive functions.  Hopefully you’ve read up on the them, but I’ll gloss over the functions really quick:

INTJ functions look like this

Dominant Introverted Intuition (also called Ni): this pertains mostly to being able to make fairly accurate predictions by subconsciously using evidence collected from the outside world.  People with this function dominant tend to “know things” but not really know why.  I’ve also noticed people w/ this function tend to be really future oriented. They like to visualize goals, and may tend to think in abstract/symbolic concepts.

a few reasons why Oikawa exhibits this:

very very good at game strategy, predicting opponents moves

good understanding of how the elements of his team work together

I”m not sure if you remember that one manga cover where he’s carrying the seijoh banner, but it said something like “focus on the road ahead” and was published right after he lost.  I interpreted this as him moving on, focusing on his future goals.  he’s not exactly the most emotionally stable character, so it was surprising to me he was able to come to that so quickly.

his whole “talent is something you make bloom speech? it doesn’t matter if it takes one year or 10? (I’m really paraphrasing sorry its been so long since I read Haikyuu).  Anyway, thats very classic Introverted Intuition.  I’m pretty sure i’ve said that myself a few times.

ok second function:

Auxilary: Extraverted Thinking (also called Te) - ok this is probably why Oikawa gets typed as Extraverted a lot. basically this function kicks in right after intuition and works a lot with the dominant.  It makes you efficient, likely ambitious or tenacious in achieving goals, and gives you a good understanding of how to organize systems so they work the best way.

oikawa examples:

master of “playing his own team”, making them work like a unit

overall, a real ambitious guy

literally a workaholic, which is a danger to INTJs and i’ll explain why

“If you’re gonna hit it, hit it till it breaks”? a very Ni-Te attitude. Ni provides prestigious goals and Te provides the means to achieve them, so INTJs are a quite ambitious (and dare I say optimistic) bunch.

third function: 

Tertiary Introverted Feeling - (also called Fi) ok heres the emotional aspect of the type.  Notice its in the lesser two functions, so INTJs are likely to be emotionally immature in youth.  Fi basically bases emotions off the self.  This function makes you focus primarily of you find valuable yourself, and judge the world in “good” or “bad” based on your own values.  Can result in blind spots where you lose awareness of other peoples feelings.

oikawa examples:

i know you mentioned you relate a lot to him anon, but I’m about to lay some criticism here. don’t take it personally.  a lot of these pertain to me as well.  Because this is lower in his functions, he’s not great at using Fi:

oikawa is pretty immature for his age emotionally.  he gets a little vindictive when he’s challenged by others. he’s generally unaware of kageyama’s perspective of the whole thing between them.

focuses on what he values most (volleyball, charm, etc)

is temperamental enough that he lets his emotional issues impact his health and safety

this fickle sense of not being able to understand others motivations probably contributes to his imbalanced self esteem, he’s both a little arrogant but also insecure.

even though he’s social, he’s not really a “people’s guy”.  there’s always a sense of emotional separation from who he’s with except possibly the other 3rd years.

ok last function:

Inferior Extraverted sensing (also called Se): so. this is the weakest function.  Most people have a love hate relationship with it, where you tend to be really good at using it sometimes, but its also self destructive in times of stress.  In se’s case, it manifests itself in being aware of the environment and making observations that feed into intuition.  Living in the moment, being aware of the body etc.

oikawa examples (of him using it poorly):

he’s good at observation that feeds into intuition. this he has no problems with good job son.

loses track of his body when stressed (fix that knee, dude)

holds an admiration for physical activity

tends to get tunnel vision when stressed where he can’t take things one at a time and focuses on too much of the future, hence overwhelming himself etc.

that’s it for descriptions. now some extra points:

too be fair, oikawa is more well rounded than most when it comes to his functions. even if not in a healthy way, he uses his bottom two functions quite a bit for a teen, which is likely why he often gets typed as more extraverted and whimsical than i really see him as.

if you’re into enneagram, he’s likely enneagram 3.  you probably are too if you relate to him a lot. I know I am.  enneagram 3′s are pretty outgoing, tend to have a convincing performative facade about their personalities.  classic tooru though?  this also explains why he seems more ENTJ.

if i confused the hell out you with this post, do some research on Jugian functions or theres some links here.

i was actually really excited to get this ask even though I’m rusty on this topic.  if you have anything else, message me @discoursepasta ! I rarely check this account, its a coincidence i happened to log on today.

hope this helps anon!

[luthiferx]

all of them for peeper

Send me character + number for hc’s

1.Their physical weak spots

I mean probably is Tibia

2.Their emotional/moral weak spots

Probably like? His weakest spots is like people being mean to Sneeper makes him pissy and like he gets angry easily? he was a gang guy in his passed life so basically any kind of insult makes him angry bc he associates it indirectly with violence even if its kinda a joke

3.Scars or painful spots

He’s terrified of a water and his scars are mainly bullet hole scars on his ribs and stuff.

4.Best places to kiss on their body

His cheeks you naughty boy

5.Guilty pleasures

HE SECRETELY REALLY LIKES ROMANCE MOVIES

6.Their vices (physical or emotional)

he’s a gambler and also he likes illegally getting anything. if its illegal he wants it?? like?? Weapons and stuff ???

7.Their tickle spots

Hmmhmmhm I’ll say his ribs probbly

8.Bad memories/experiences

He doesn’t have most of his memories from when he was alive so I guess Like?? his bad memories is drowning/being shot. He slightly remembers drowning and thats why he hates water

9.Humiliating memories

Whenever Maze points out something embarrassing

10.Fears/phobias

Water/drowning, being shot

11.Bad or petty habits

He’s kind of an asshole to anyone who isn’t his friends????? like he has a bad habit of being rude to people in public.

12.Grudges and vendettas

He has a grudge on Someone but he literally has no idea who it is (i do tho >:) )

he for some reason hates maze and its bc maze is slightly rude to his datemate sometimes but he secretly kind likes him

13.What gets them flustered

His datemates existence

14.Ingrained habits/forces of habit

Being an asshole, not handling emotional situations very well (such as someones sad he kinda just wont talk tothem bc he doesnt know h ow to handle it)

15.What it takes to make them cry

Water, the sound of gunshots, probably more

16.Dark secrets/’skeletons in the closet’

HE IS A SKELETON

but no his dark secrets I guess??? Is like?? He kinda remembers being illegal??? and he also still does some illegal things but shhh dont tell

17.Regrets

Anytime he’s said 1 thing mean to his wonderful datemate

18.Things they’ll never admit

He secrelty thinks Maze is pretty cool

19.People they’ve hurt or indirectly killed, and how it affected them

People they dont remember/ accidentally hurting people now makes him uncomfortable but bc of his habit of bein an asshole he kind of hates it. He feels bad for calling Maze a piece of shit and then seeing him cry and actually ended up saying sorry even thouhgh he hates him

20.What-ifs/Alternate Timelines

If Peeper didn’t become a skeleton he’d stil be dead (thanks his aunt), if Peeper didn’t die he’d still be a gang man in the 70′s and would end up having gone to jail (i’ve thought this out too much) and die during a prison riot. 

If Peeper never met Sneeper he probably would be even more of a garbage man

21.Turning points in their life 

When his aunt reserected him as a skeleton (She’s not a real aunt he just calls her that)

22.People who’ve influenced them greatlyHis aunt, his datemate, all his good friends. People who remind him not to yell at people

[thisbrutalbelle]

Phasmophobia

Your muse is visited by my muse's ghost.

        Bella’s form rested beside Ephram’s, their bare chests facing opposite directions as the cool breeze of the large open window washed over them during the spring evening. Bella didn’t feel the cool of it but Ephram’s back was covered in goosebumps and inside his head it was giving him bad dreams. Unlike her companion Bella was not asleep, it was rare she slept, an unnerving sort of feeling inside of her that she was being watched had taken over her the past few nights. At first she had assumed it was merely an uneasiness that Ephram had remained in her home overnight when he should have returned home but with each night that he hid in her home the feeling grew.

       With a deep breath she stood, unable to handle it any longer. Perhaps if she pounded a bottle of Grey Goose she would be able to ignore the crawling on the back of her neck. With messy hair and naked form she walked through her home until she reached her kitchen, opening the fridge to pull out the frozen bottle with easily moving liquid inside. She was even able to place the bottle on the counter and open it up before she spotted him, standing on the opposing side of the counter.

        The form before her seemed, for the most part, quite solid but as light hit certain areas brightness shone through and Freddie’s form exposed itself a being a non-corporeal entity. Fortunately for the decease fae man he did not look particularly bad off, especially considering how he had died. Violent sort of affair it had been, not exactly as horrifying as some of the things Bella and Ephram had witnessed but not something Freddie had necessarily deserved.

         “Oh fuck,” Bella let out in an uncomfortable and irritated tone. Anger wasn’t there so much as a general annoyance that clearly he had been there, waiting for her to be alone so he could scold her in some manner. Least that’s what she had to assume he would be speaking to her about, why else would the ever present literaly ghost of Ephram’s perfect lover come to her kitchen?

         “Evening, Bellamy,” he said, a distain in his tone that was hidden by how charming he could sound when he wanted to be. Tricking her would be simple but in death Freddie knew being straight forward would be far more likely to get him the results that he actually required of the vampire girl. He had witnessed her selfish behaviour for the past few days as his husband laid beside her. No, the vampire had not slept with him as Freddie suspected she might do when Ephram was at his weakest but she had allowed his husband to hide away in her home, avoiding what he should have been doing.

           “Drop dead, Fred,” Bellamy responded, finding her comment partially amusing, at least for this late at night and not anticipating on seeing a ghost.

            “A bit late for comments like that,” he responded, walking around the counter and moving closer to her, only to watch as the exposed vampire stepped back from him. She could not be scared of him surely, as big and powerful as she enjoyed acting in front of everyone. Perhaps, Freddie thought, she was aware that in his death he knew how positively weak she felt even in her powers, or assumed she had seen that weakness over the past few days. Hell, he had witnessed her crying for him. Or rather crying for Ephram at the loss of him. Much as Bella seemed to detest his person he knew, at least now, that she readily admired his partnership with Ephram.

             So Freddie stopped, no sound as his foot scuffed on her floors to do so. “He needs to go home, Bellamy,” Freddie commanded in a firm tone. Immediately the vampiress looked to the side, lips tight and arms folding over her chest. This was the child Ephram had told him thats he could be, the brat that could demand her way and refuse that of everyone else. “Ruby needs him,” the ghost of him insisted.

           “No, he doesn’t,” Bella responded, head flicking to look at him with blackened eyes and fangs descending. “I can’t see why you would even want him to. She got you killed. Hell, she could have got everyone killed defending her. Weak fucking human bitch,” she announced angrily. It was easy for Bella to let the part of her that saw Ruby’s flaws take hold. Easier than feel sympathy for the woman, easier than thinking about how Ruby had lost someone too and Bella was keeping the other man she had from her. 

          Then Freddie was in her face, blue eyes gazing into her own with a loathing Bellamy had never felt someone direct at her before. “You’re spineless and pathetic and not even an ounce of woman she is,” Freddie defended only to have Bella spit through him, saliva landing on the floor behind him. Yet the ghost still wiped his face, perhaps having felt it move through him.

         “Send him home tomorrow. She needs him and the longer he remains here the less he will understand it wasn’t her fault. We defended her because we love her,” Freddie announced, leaning back but still close to the vampire whose gaze reflected in anger now but lacked the same intensity his had because she knew she couldn’t actually had him. If he had protected Ephram she’d have been grateful, she’d have praised him for his sacrifice. As it stood now in her head Ruby’s awful decision making had caused Ephram to lose his truest love. It made Bella a hypocrite but when had she not been.

          “No,” Bella responded firmly. “Who cares if you loved her, if she loved either of you back like she should have then none of this would have happened. Her love was weak in comparison. Selfish fucking bitch,” she insisted. Each word stung Freddie and likely would have stung Ephram too but Bellamy couldn’t stop her cruelty, so angry herself at what had happened.

           “Selfish fucking bitch,” Freddie retorted back at her. “He’s going home and you’ll send him home because I know what’s best for him and you know I do.” With that he was gone, solid figure gone in the blink of an eye as Bella so often could be when she moved with her speed. 

           Fuck. He was right. Goddamn that faerie fucking arsehole would always know best when it came to her witch companion. She’d tell him to go home. Make him go home. Shit

@freddiewatts @ephrampettaline @scarlettxruby

[rustdream]

Fanfic Generator 2: THE SHIPPING CRONGE [No Commentary]

I am Sackboy. 

 I was sitting behind my desk. I felt the tears well up in my eyes . After Our last adventure, I found out just exactly how cruel people could be. How nasty and inconsiderate real humans actually were. I stared at a picture of a polar bear. A magnificent beast who would not hesitate to kill me ripping him limb from limb, but at least it would be quick. Not a overlong conspiracy of many years, just to be unleashed on me when I was at my weakest and darkest moment. When I needed my friends the most. But there had been one tiny ray of light in this whole . I remembered fondly the day I discovered it. It was a tuesday morning I rememberanced. The memories surfaced before my mind's eye and took the most wonderful shapes. Before I well knew it, a single tear welled up in my eyes and trickled down my cheek. Because even when all my 'friends' betrayed me there was one consistant factor in my life: Newton. And I knew that the rising aspirations between them could never become true, the feelings I had for Newton were the only thing in this world that still felt true to him. No lies, just that single, pure sense and feeling for Newton.Our relationship would probably only ever be physical. Alas, I thought to meself hopelessly. Why must they battle? Why must I be destined to destroy Newton? Can I ever tell Newton how much Newton means to me? If only I could. Then all my pain would be over. No more betrayal. No more suffering under the laughter from Franz (who told him she loved me, only to stab me right inti the heart at valentines day!). No, only Newton and my true feelings for Him. A/N Lol this has all been so depressive lol! My next bit will be less dark! In the darkness of that night, away from the preying eyes and ears of those who would judge, some strangers slipped by unnoticed. But they were not strangers, they knew each-other. And they knew each-other much closer then any of their friends did realize. They knew each-other both inside and out. But their friends did not know this. Their friends could not know. Their friends should not know this. Nor could they know. Because it was night, and thus away from their viscous, judging eyeballs. "Is it safe?" said the first stranger, who was not a stranger to the other stranger but will remain a stranger to us for the moment. "I think so. Its dark so none of the others should see us here, even if they are nearby. I think our secret is safe." "Good. I couldn't take their judgement right now. My life is too stressful as it is. If it wasn't for you I don't know what Id do." "Don't worry Sackboy, I will always be here for you - waiting in the dark" "Thanks, Newton. I will always be in the dark for you too" With that the two shadows embraced - an embracement in the night full of passion and romance. Fortunately Oddsock worked at a newspaper nowadays and he used the database of the newspaper to find out home turf of Newton's ruffians. Their search led to a gay night club in the darkiest and stormiest part of Pod. I was a little hesitant to go. It was rather scary and it was dark and stomy in that secting of Pod. But the courage in me was greater than my fear because with my The Popit I should be able to accomplish anything, right, I thought to myself. And Oddsock would join me. So not to fall out of fashion we both stripped and squeezed into their most gothyest clothing. I had to admit that Oddsock looked kind of sexy in that outfit of his. But I didn't dare to comment on that (I had only just discovered I am bi, and I was a little angxious over that. I wans't sure if my othre friends would accept that!. I instead poored down my soul into my make-up. I bore incandesent blood-rose coloured finger nails with black streaking strips and gave Oddsock the same treatment. Oddsock gorgeous eyes met mine and for a moment we were both swimming in a pool made of a lovely combination of their eyes colours. It was romance we knew, but we didn't know whether it was a forbidden one or not! Oh hell, Newton could wait. Now I looked upon Oddsock with lust filling my meat thermometer . Newton could be taking over the world for what I cared, now it should be all about me and Oddsock. But little did I know that in fact Oddsock had been lusting after me as well! With force and lust Oddsock threw me onto the closet  and thrusted himself right into me. I moaned. We came. Then we went off and defeated Newton. For a moment time seemed to slowed down. Sackboy wondered why. Sackboy turned around slowly (due to the time seeming to have slowed down). Then the explanation - Newton was secretly looking at him. Looking at him in that special way. Sackboys soul lit up like a beacon in the night - even though it was day. In all of this. In all of this mess. They had eachother, even if eachother was the only ones that knew. Newton turned away at that moment - Time jumped back to normal as Sackboy was no longer transfixiated by Newton. Fortunately no one else had noticed. Some time later in their secret hide-away ; "I am glade we found a way to survive all that and still be together" "Yes, our plan seems to have worked despite all the events" "Do you think anyone spotted us?" "No" "No" "Yes" Emerald emerged from the shadows of the darkness. "I know everything" she said. Sackboy and Newton gasped. Their secret was finally revealed! "I dont love Newton like you do" said Emerald "but I have always lusted a bit after them. So you see if Newton spends the night with me - I will never tell anyone." Sackboy breathed a sigh of relief. That was, after all, a reasonable request. They agreed to the bargain. "Phwee...thats something we can go along with" said Newton relieved. Emerald was happy, and Sackboy and Newton thus got to live happily ever after together. With no one but Emerald and themselves ever knowing. We exited my wheels and we stood before the place Newton had been assembleing his forces. It was the gateway to hell. And finally we got confirmation for what we had been expected all along... Newton.... was satan! But that did not deter me. I could press on and  my friends too found the strenght in themselves to push themselves to the limit . But then we heard a loud noise, like the stamping of feet or like a bad car engine or when they try and make the ground flat enough so they can build a side-walk. All around us, hisdemons appeared! Newton had us. And I know that what he was going to do with us, it wasn't going to be pretty!or involve much clothing! or suitable for children! But then I saw pure white wings sprouting from my bottom. Where had once been the golden and silver tattooes, I had wings! I spread them out before me and stretched them. They crackled with power. They were at least 5 meters in windspan. I then turned to Newton. He gawked in awe at me. It was a power he had not seen before. "This power," Newton said, "This power is... I have never... seen... such power." Even Swoop looked in awe at me. And then she said what everyone (including me) had been thinking but didn't dare to say: "You're an... you're an... an..." "Say it, I said" "Tell the truth, I can take it!" I said as I felt the burning nerves in my body floating in my stomach. "An Angel," said Newton in absolute and utter awe. "THis I... I never have seen before" Toggle and Oddsock were just as much in awe. Though with Toggle, I knew it was because he just loved me so much. When I looked in his eyes, it was like I was drowing in a puddle of the deepest of colours.  When he takes me every evening, ravages my buttom. And every night he asks me, "Are you truly from heaven" as his trouser snake lays there, resting from a long and hard struggle. Now he knew the answer. And deep inside of me, I was happy. Happy that he could finally have me as how I am, not what I pretended to be. I stretched my wings further and light came from beneath them, surrounding everyone in the syrinic light. The demons had to hide their hideous eyes beneath their wings as not to be blidned by the beauty of my light. Newton fell down on his knees and raised his arms in prayer: "Oh god, let me live. Let me be a part of the light again." And I looked down upon him and took out a katana that I had been carrying on my back all this time and with one quick sweep I cut Newton head clean off. In intimidation, all demons also lost their heads. Before us the portal exploded in rays of light and blue and greens and cyans. It was a wonderous spectacle to behold! Toggle ran into my arms and whispered naughty things in my ear. That was what we were going to do tonight, after we're back and rested a bit. Then he would bang me so deep, his fun stick would come out the other side. I was looking forward to it. Then I was crowned queen of Pod