#I really cant hit the target not even once

[dreambones]

I woke up motivated and hyped and now I am depressed, either I got a very long bad luck streak or there's something wrong with my work, it can't be statistically possible for me to fail time after time after time.

I was trying to find some trending audio on Instagram to test if that helps and I'm finding kids half my age who draw literal stick figures but have 8k followers.

I should work but I just want to lay down, something has to work at some point but it really doesn't.

There's no way the algorithm hates me this much in every single website I've tried and have constantly uploaded content for the past 16 years. Starting to believe I'm just that bad and my work is simply unappealing and that just keeps growing.

[cosmicladyy]

AAAAAAAAAAOK SO a very small bowser x reader thingy but.imagine reader kissing or nuzzling bowser’s hand to get his attention because they cant really reach anywhere else

Bowser’s hands were what made him a certified killing machine.

able to crush the toughest stone into fine dust, slice any enemies he might encounter into ribbons, and even tear sheets of metal in half as if they were paper.

(he showed you once, you were thoroughly impressed)

there were times when he’d even surprise himself with their strength alone.

But he'd never use that strength on you. He was extremely careful when it came to you, making sure he'd never harm a hair on your head; making sure to hold back as much as he can. Bowser would rather spend the rest of his life in his own dungeon than let any harm come to you, especially if he was the culprit.

When you were asked to retrieve him for dinner by an exasperated Kamek, who'd taken on the responsibilities that his king left to him.

You find him standing on a balcony overseeing the castle's courtyard. From his tense shoulders and unmoving figure to the way his hands grip the stone rails, you can tell he isn't very aware of his surroundings.

He was deep in thought as he watches his minions trip over themselves as they went about their duties. It was almost comical to him.

"Hon?" no response.

It would be a lost cause to tap on his shell, and waving your hand wouldn't get you anywhere, so you went for the next best thing.

Making sure you'd hit your target, you puckered up your lips and delivered a mighty smooch to his knuckles, catching his attention.

"Wha?" he blinks and looks down to his side, seeing you smile up at him. He relaxes significantly under your gaze and gives you his full attention.

Leaning into his side, you give him another peck on his scales, relishing in the way a blush peppers his stunned face, "c'mon, dinner's ready."

Giving his arm a few pats, you turn to leave until you're stopped when two large claws place themselves on your cheeks, giving a light squeeze, "more."

"Hm?"

"T-the kiss thing," he looked away, a little embarrassed, while also running his thumb over your lips, "I kinda liked it."

it clicks in your head what he wanted and you give a small kiss to his palm, which causes him to jolt from the contact.

"I'll give you as much as you want," you leaned forward, feeling the way his cool scales heat up significantly, "After dinner."

You didn't think it was possible, but you swear his pupils momentarily turned into hearts.

[the-moon-files]

I love the idea of humans being space orcs. I’ve always wondered about the potential differences between Hylians and Humans some of my ideas include:

Humans are heavier than Hylians (they have bird-like bones)

Hyrule is the lightest of the links since is half fairy (personal hc)

A hit that would break a Hylian’s bones, just majorly bruises a human

Reader can carry multiple small links or a bigger link

They are limited by the size of the Link being carried, not weight

Reader is shorter than Time (personal hc), so it’s a little awkward carrying him in smaller spaces

Can double carry (piggy back one Link on their back, carry another one on their front) easily

Will carry both Four and Hyrule, going through portals and after since they both get sick (personal hc)

I feel like Twilight would initially be the Link most resistant to being picked up, shaped as a Hylian or Wolfie, when they are first picked up. They just freeze for a solid minute or two before relaxing. He loves it after that.

More resistant to weather (heat & cold)

Have iron stomachs (compared to Hylians)

Humans can eat pretty much every plant and not get sick unlike their Hylian counterparts

Can easily eat Hyrule’s cooking, it may not taste as nice but it’s still edible

Wild pouring in Gordon spice is still palatable, like eating a dorito (not really spicy, just adds flavor)

As a population, humans expand faster (more fertile, pregnancy is shorter than Hylians)

It’ll blow their minds if you have 2+ siblings

I mean, is there even a large Hylian family (I think once I saw a family with 3 kids once?) (imagine if they saw the show 19+ kids and counting)?

Resistant to magic, but also can’t use any

Hyrule’s magic healing does nothing, good thing humans don’t get injured easily

It’s okay Rulie, it’s not your fault

Humans heal slower than Hylians (since in Wild’s world they can eat and instantly recover)

Hylian metal is thin compared to what humans use

I don’t know why, but I just imagine it like thick aluminum foil, very pliable, but resistant to cuts and stabs

Could you imagine human!reader finding a dent in Times armor, and just smoothing out the dent with their bare hands

Four is probably swooning in the background

Also shows how dangerous their enemies are compared to humans

Earth doesn’t have Hylian monsters, all of Earths monsters are just evil/bad humans

Wind is astonished you can swim against the tide with ease

Their Hyrule’s ocean currents are 1/2 as strong as Earths

Think of Hyrule’s stormy oceans as swimming in a strong lap pool (you know those small long skinny pools with a current so you can swim straight in them and go no where?)

To end all of this, could you just imagine, the Chain and human are fighting a group of monsters. Human’s sword breaks (one of Wild’s), so human throws the sword away, they look defenseless so the monsters target the, all Links are freaking out, so what does human do? They start punching, kicking, and decking every monster in the face. Turns out humans are Hylian One Punch Man (/men?). Their punches are lethal if it hits the right spot. Link (all of them) is dumbfounded, how are they that strong? Are our monsters weak to them? How strong are their monsters? They don’t have any?-well it makes sense,if all humans can do that then they clearly eradicated them all!

Sorry for taking all of your time and spamming you with my thoughts, I just love, love, LOVE, the idea of humans being space orcs to Hylians!!!

AHHHHH I cant believe so many ppl (like 3?) are into the humans are space orcs to Hylians AU :’)

erratic bits i wanna add on to ur incredible list u got going on here

Sun: Masc/Male!Reader (he/him)

Orbit: ERRATIC Headcanons, ADHD-influenced headcanons, if you will

Stars: little bit of all the Chain

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild typical loz violence, mild cussing, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

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I SUBCSCRIBEEE TO MAMMAL BASED HUMAN ANATOMY VS. AVIAN BASED HYLIANS

like how tf else u livin in the sky?? lol

or riding all those birds and creatures, like ofc u weigh on avg exactly 8 apples lmao (btw i got this from botw, where someone tested how much Link weighs for game physics and it was about 8 apples i think)

smth about u being a game nerd boy, may or may not be that fit, and yet goes to take a blow for a Link that had them all wincing, only to walk away with a nasty bruise like,

yes pls be impressed by me literal versions of Link from Legend of Zelda, along with now being real life heroes who have literally fought evil itself and won <3333

would literally start flexing my (nonexistent) muscles like LMAOO

that's going straight to my head ngl

like can u imagine the amount of times you have to resist just sweeping a Link up to princess carry them around?? like poor boy you've always done the princess carrying, allow me 🫴 (gentlemanly bows with hand out for him to take) LMAO

Gay tension thru the ROOF one time u playfully did this lol

some of them rlly out here trying to find a reason not to be picked up like??

Twilight: look u can pick me up, but im too big compared to you so it just wont work out…

You, seconds away from ur dream of picking up Twilight Princess Link, not about to stop now: SO WHAT ur bigger than me? All the more room to get a good hold on you babieee >:)

and Time,

Time: i have armor on, and im taller than you. itd be awkward, i can just lean on you until we can splint my ankl-

You: u think the little details gonna stop me? cute, get on my back rn. 😐

on another related carrying Links note,

BRO U BEAT ME TO IT!!

I thought as soon as I posted other ask abt this abt how Rulie/Four get sick and how others have had to carry them before,

but with you here??

Rulie and Four are livvinggggg >>>

so if we go on bird hylians theory, they actually have a higher body temp (bird base contribute to burning thru food quicker too? birds have a higher metabolism too right? would make more sense with how they consume food a lot for both healing and bc they hungrier more often than humans)

so u know that feeling of being nauseous, laying stomach down on the cold bathroom floor or smth and suddenly all ur problems are solved?

Hyrule and Four getting carried by u, their lovely Guide become physical, after portals ^^^

getting carried by u/physical affection from u is by far the best thing to come out of you becoming physical, all links have secretly decided lol

so unlike previous posts, if we’re being more true to humans are space orcs/australians tumblr side, i think I've heard over there abt eating/human diets being radically different a lot!

like how originally caffeine/capsican (the spicy part of peppers) was poison, or kept animals from eating that plant bc that was their defense,

then humans came along, said, “hm, makes my mouth tingle, more energy, i like it.”

and then made coffee, energy drinks, and a million spicy dishes/snacks worldwide lmao

anyway the Links are scared lol

esp after u talk abt stuff like this, or try Goron spice

my fav scifi idea thing i ran into somewhere was how these aliens gave their human meat to eat, human got curious (which, human curiosity a whole different beast of a post to get into, so many ideas)

and tried to gnaw on bones, like u do with stuff like ribs u know, and then broke the bone, found the marrow tasted great, and then the bone was so flimsy/broke down so much that they ate it too lol

So now, imagine the Chain did that to you LMAO

Four/Wild/Wind are fascinated by ur bone/jaw strength, Wars/Hyrule/Sky/Twi are mildly horrified but cant look away, Legend and Time are surprised but also at the stage of just acceptance of ur human bullshit lmao

unrelated to above, abt the fertility thing

one side of my family is super big (mom is 1 of 5, one of which is her identical twin) then each of them had about 3 kids, then some of my cousins are now having their own 1-2 kids, along with some of my adopted cousins thrown in/somebodies stepkids or like divorced situation where they sometimes show up to this side of the family, like 💀

Chain want to hear everything about ur family ngl if ur in a situation like this lol

the absolute shock on their faces after u tell them about twins/triplets/quintuplets/etc. existing lol

Bro, the amount of things I could talk abt with magic resistant reader pros/cons, like have u ever seen that in animes before? where it'll have a character who can negate stuff?

its so OP, it might just be worth not being able to use their magic much in hyrule

so i included that gif bc a scenario i can totally see happening that i didnt get to include in other posts is a guardian firing a laser at you and it just,, bounces off

or gets kinda absorbed, like maybe you got the equivalent burn of like touching a hot pan, stings for like an hour then is gone by the end of the day

Wild would literally not let go of you or let you out of his sight if he saw that happen poor thing ToT

Guardians were already so tricky for the Chain, esp black blooded (robots have blood? unclear)

then ur ass shows up all heat resistant to their world, and ur slow ass gets got by the beam, everyone’s horrified and poor boys are regretting you ever getting a physical form, bro you think your dead-

and then u just sit up, chest kinda burny, but just like described above, not even a real burn

even better, the guardian takes out ur weapon and u just have to like, square up to a guardian ASFHLJSL-

tbh most battles ur absolutely set,

u got magic resistance, so like wizzrobes who are all magic-based do nothing to you, u can literally punch ur way out a situation, as long as u keep ur guard up ur good, but even if u get hit physically, like u said, bruises at worst, bc at worst in a battle you'd get a broken bone

maybe if something had the strength to like, sever a limb, a step up from broken bones, then they manage to actually bruise u badly + cut you or smth

so basically ur biggest challenge in battles is working up the courage to get into them LMAO

like u know that thing from Oot with the bloody hands and shit?? dead hand or redead or smth?? skulltulas???? (esp if u have phobias related to it, like having arachnophobia like me for skulltulas💀)

Chain: Charge! cmon Guide!

You: I got your back girl! …from over here!

ur so perfect for fighting and ur biggest obstacle is just how fucking terrifying fighting that shit irl would be 😭 😭

the Links don't give u battle advice really, they instead just have to encourage you so you'll be less afraid and can fight LMAO

(makes sense to them tho bc ur world doesn't have these same monsters, most of them tbh would've had a harder time relating before this adventure, bc now they get to a new hyrule with entirely diff monsters they can relate more lol)

(Oh, and yes. Four is honest to god falling in love with you all over again seeing you sharpen edges of swords by pinching ur fingers, or dipping ur hand in lava casually to help the harder metals soften, or smooth out dents in armor. Time may have also felt some type of way the first time you reached out and smoothed a dent right in the middle of his chest.)

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could've said SO much more, but my ideas sometimes go too quick for my fingers to type, so this was all i could catch for now

dw ill never shut up about this AU so ill prob get them all out eventually, GOD i wanna write a male!reader fic with this so bad

but i keep forcing myself to at least finish 1/3 fics im updating rn before i launch into another lol

TYSM for this!!

I LOVE hearing ppls idea abt this AU, esp if u include male/gen neutral reader, like just take my heart ig <333

Sorry abt the late reply btw!! :’(

Peace out Daicinia,

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[soapels]

gratitude

simon “ghost” riley x female reader

you’re always the one thanking ghost, and though he likes to tease you for it, he thinks it’s about time he starts showing you his own gratitude.

content: suggestive themes, slight violence, ghost is tsundere but really cares about reader!

notes: sorry guys i had to post this for a second time since there was a bug before!! i unfortunately cant put a read more option so…🥲 anyway. no smut this time!! but in the next fic (soap), u can count on it!!

“Heads up, soldier.”

You wince just in time to narrowly miss an item to the face, hand reacting- clasping- and promptly dropping whatever the hell he threw your way.

Glancing up with an attempt at a glare (but your lips are curling and you can’t ever really be mad at him), your gaze meets your Lieutenant’s, inscrutable as always, brown eyes glinting beneath his mask.

“Brilliant catch, Y/n.”

“Oh, c’mon!!” You whine, fighting back a big grin as you finger for the object (some sort of food, you surmise without looking) fallen in your lap. And you stand, then, striding casually over to Ghost. “Your aim isn’t so good outside of snipers and pistols- don’t blame it on me!”

You’ve got the feeling his brow is quirked beneath the skull extension. That he’s battling a smile of his own and, when you nab him playfully against his shoulder- flashing him that cute little scrunched nose of yours- he nearly loses.

“That so?” He’s not convinced. You huff, “yeah! Ought to put you back in selection, I think!”

He hums, low and brief at that. And you can tell there’s some jest there, can vaguely recognize the humor he’s trying to convey, but it comes out clipped and sort of weird, like he’s not so sure how to do it the right way.

“I think,” he starts, in that thick Manchester accent, idly adjusting the big gun strapped to his chest, “I was aimin’ for your head, and hit right on target.”

Once it clicks, you huff and spin away. “Oh, you jerk.”

And on your way out of the wrecked, dusty room- “Didn’t even check it, did ya?”

Looking down, deciding to bite your tongue- partly out of obedience but mainly out of curiosity, you pause in your tracks.

Clutched in your fingers is a bar of Hershey’s.

“Oh,” you breathe. If you’re blushing, you do (hopefully) good not to show it, blinking away the delicate warmth of your cheeks as you sniff and belatedly turn around to face your statuesque Lieutenant. Owlish, you are.

The two words are simple enough, but they somehow get stuck in your gums regardless and the faint awkwardness of Ghost’s stance doesn’t go unnoticed either. He’s stiff and heavy and big but the sun leaking in through the busted windows coats him in a sort of tenderness. Makes him sunnier than he really is, paints all his red in yellow, washes his death away in a river of gold.

You smile good. “Thank you.”

He grunts in acknowledgment, giving you a frank nod before he clears his throat and lets his shoulders slump some. “No trouble. Found it in a pile of dust. Thought you might like it.”

You huff for the umpteenth time. Still, can’t snuff out the little grin that pulls up your cheeks, so you turn away and shake your head. “C’mon, Simon, just say you’re welcome or somethin’… Ain’t that hard.”

There’s a beat of silence before you walk to the door, but you pause once more. Feel like you should, like something was holding you back there- some unseen force gripping you in place like a vice.

“I… won’t get poisoned if I eat this?”

He makes a halfhearted sort of scoff. “Hope not.”

“Ghost!”

“Nah,” he finally answers.

The fun’s over, the flesh of the joke was dragged on for as long as it could be. And the dust settles over the room again, on his shoulders and the muzzle of his glinting gun. His brown eyes flicker down to it as he talks to you, figures he ought to stare at something other than you like he has been for the entirety of five minutes.

“You like sweet things, don’t ya? Eat up, then, we’ve got a ways to go before home.”

You don’t have to say anything. It’s not a necessity and- of all people in the world- Ghost wouldn’t take offense if you left wordless.

“…Thank you,” you say anyway. Tender, more soft than the previous time, but you can’t find it in you to look him in the eye right now for some odd reason.

“Already said that, pet.”

“W-Well, I said it again.”

“That ya did.”

Then, after a heavy stretch of spoiling silence, you do leave.

♡

He’s not very good at controlling his temper, even after all the management.

If that wasn’t obvious before, it’s being made abundantly clear now, Ghost a towering fortress as he stands between you and the enemy who managed to weasel in through the back.

You’re not so sure what the guy’s saying, mostly due to the ringing in your ears, the shock of it all- but the fact that he’s speaking another language certainly doesn’t help your case.

Squirming on the floor in a puddle of his blood, the man chokes back a cry as Ghost lowers himself to one knee beside him.

Slow. Calculated. Ghost knows what will happen, and he has no qualms about it.

“¡Solo déjame ir, vamos, estaba siguiendo órdenes! Malditos pedidos! ¡Solo déjame! No diré una palabra…”

You don’t know what he’s saying—

“D-Déjame ser.”

But Lieutenant’s brushed up on his Spanish.

From your spot behind Simon, half curled up in a ball with your pistol lying a few feet away on the tile, you watch something glint in the moonlight.

“lo haré.”

A blade, your brain quickly supplies, but before you can think much of it- there’s a sickening stab, sharp meeting something spongey- a hushed scream (lost in Simon’s gloved hand)- and a dying gurgle.

Simon intakes a shaky breath. Slowly shifts, drawing his knife to his pocket, tosses a calm glance over his shoulder at you.

Stands to his feet and, for a blistering, ever fleeting moment, you feel vaguely afraid of the hulking man standing over you.

“Tell me you’re alright,” is all he says, though, extending a hand- his clean one- out to you.

You exhale, breath almost as shaky as his. And you take it.

“I’m alright.” You whisper.

♡

He’s… softer later.

After you’ve showered and your hair smells of honey and something else sweet, a fluffy towel wrapped around your nakedness as you emerge from the bathroom.

Propped against the wall opposite the door, clad in civvies, Ghost’s brown eyes meet yours- faintly tired- and go blank.

Realization kicks in, for the both of you.

“Bloody hell,” he sort of snaps, “forgot your clothes, have you?”

“I’m sorry,” you blurt improperly, smaller hands scrabbling to secure your towel as you take a timid step back, shrinking halfway behind the shower room’s door. He doesn’t really face you as he says,

“No need… S’pose I don’t quite belong here anyway, do I?” It’s not rhetorical; with a mad blush to your cheeks (that you cannot blink away this time), you hear him clear his throat.

“I wanted to…”

He’s chewing on the words he has to say. But it’s hard to say. Awkward, too- and the situation is already uncomfortable enough, he can tell he caught you well off guard- if your skittering stance and darting eyes were the least bit credible.

(To his defense, he thought you’d be fully clothed- at the very least in a tanktop or sweats- and prepared. And to yours- you thought most if not all of your fellow soldiers would be in a deep sleep by now, if the clock that read three am was still working, and you forgot your nightwear anyway.)

So he just chews and chews and chews.

“Earlier,” but he does find his way again, albeit somewhat uneasy. “That bastard got you good,” he says gruffly, dark eyes meeting yours for a moment across you. Anger spikes in him at the recent memory. “…Your ankle feel alright?”

“Oh,” you breathe, throwing a thoughtful glance down to the gnarly, blossoming bruise peeking out from the short towel. Managing a sheepish, somewhat tired smile his way, you nod.

“Mm, I’m alright. I told you, ‘member?”

And that little, charming grin that burrows somewhere deep within his chest.

“I do,” he eventually confirms.

Beads of water run down your shoulders- he catches one slipping down your chest, between the valley of those gorgeous breasts before disappearing under the damn towel. And your hair is wet, stray strands plastered to your forehead, curls sticking at your cheekbones, you look something of an angel, all doe-eyed and vaguely embarrassed, trying hard to keep it all in check. Your cheeks are a healthy flush from the cold water.

You glow like a sweetheart and Ghost, he- He stands as still as a dead thing in the awful fluorescence of the hall. 

The better part of his rationality strikes him next.

He quickly turns away, adjusting his balaclava before tucking his hands in his pockets, and he won’t let you glimpse his face as he points a foot in the direction of where he presumedly came from.

“Well, glad to hear, Sergeant. Could afford to lie better, though.”

You huff fondly, nibbling on the insides of your cheeks. “What,” you say, just before he can force out his parting words and leave you. “You came to help me or somethin’?”

He’s quiet for one long second.

“…You gonna tell me no?”

You smile, all sheepish, but partly entertained. “No.”

You want to believe it’s a stubborn grin curling under his mask when he glances over to you once more, because his eyes seem to glint pleasantly and the breath he takes in isn’t so controlled. 

“You get dressed then, yeah? Put on somethin’; come once you’re ready.” He tells you, voice a fond rumble in the odd flicker or two of the fluorescence overhead. 

“O-Okay,” you agree rather quickly, inching out some from the doorway, steam rising from behind you like a tidal wave as you timidly add, “I-It’s late though-? Don’t you wanna sleep?”

Searching for any reason why he can’t take you, why harboring you in his bunkroom may be a bad idea, why he may regret it.

Not that you’re planning on anything devious- like childishly knocking him in the shoulder or reaching for his mask, or ripping the sheets from his bed, even- just that you’d hate to fuck up around your strong Lieutenant, and you know his grouchiness is often heightened when he’s low on rest.

“Can you sleep?” He counters back.

You inaudibly clear your throat, fingers gently fiddling with the hem of your towel and Simon watches it all cautiously as you belatedly meet his eye. “I’ll change.”

Your nod is returned, and he shortly leaves. “You do that.”

The whole way back to the room you’d been assigned to, you limp.

♡

You come back to him in a snug tanktop and striped pajama pants that graciously hide the ugly bruises just at the bone of your ankle.

One knock, two knock—

Except, the door’s opening before your knuckles can meet it for a third time.

He performs a quick once-over of you, skimming over the casual nightwear— he hopes not lingering at your breasts (though it’s like they’re gawking at him, and it’s not often he sees you in these sort of clothes)- and huffing lowly.

“In,” is his simple invitation. And just like his hand earlier at El Asilo, you take it.

The room-situation here is temporary— it always is— and though the lot of you haven’t stayed here for over a week, you think the small space even smells of him. Something faintly woodsy, shampoo and residual gunpowder clinging to his hair beneath the balaclava.

“I like it,” you say after spinning around every which way, looking at the wonderful blank walls to the right, and the lonely cot to the left, and the lack of color and decoration to the cookie-cutter room.

He makes a half-amused huff at that. “That right? It’s just like yours, I’m sure… Nothin’ brilliant behind the door?”

You nod, somewhat sleepy, before approaching the mattress a couple feet off the floor, pushed to the wall. 

“Nothin’ brilliant,” you parrot- “S’it okay if I sit?”

His eyes, ever inscrutable beneath that damn mask, skim over you, and maybe it’s just the exhaustion but you find an odd twinkle in them- like Simon’s really seeing something in you, unconsciously filtering out the badder parts, looking at you in this dazzling sort of light.

You are awash in a gentle jest and the spirals of your hair still glow from the shower, your cheeks carved by a soft smile- which he then realizes is quite timid. You’re tense.

This is your Lieutenant’s room, and if anyone sees you in it with him at this ungodly hour, they may get the wrong idea…

But Simon doesn’t want either of you walking on eggshells. So, with a half-assed jerk of his chin towards his bed, he says, striding forward,

“Have at it, I’ll get your leg operating again, no worries.”

“It is operating,” you counter harmlessly, belatedly settling back onto his sheets. He snatches a kit from the top of his dresser and meets you again, dropping to a kneel before you.

It’s silent for a while as he opens it up, though not a bad silence, by any means, before his dark, inscrutable eyes flicker up to yours. “…I’ll just wrap it for ya,” he starts almost timidly, before giving his throat a good clear. “Be good as new before y’know it.”

You smile down at him, teeth peeking through your lips like glittering pearls for a moment before your shyness takes over and you blink away. “Thank you, Lieutenant.”

“You say that a lot,” he mutters.

“Say it ‘cause I mean it,” you counter pleasantly.

He huffs at that, plucking out a roll of gauze before unraveling some in his hands, positioning it up to your ankle. He almost cringes at the bruise there, the idea of you walking with so much pain, but merely responds with,

“Well,… gratitude looks good on ya, pet.”

You’re blushing to your ears. “T-Thanks. You too…”

Simon glances at the flustered expression you wear, your incoherent words that made no proper sense, and fully realizes what he just said, quickly refocusing his attention back on your ankle.

Feels his heart palpitate… Tries to recount if he had any caffeine earlier. (And he didn’t. A good part of him already knew that.)

Your eyes are trained to the ceiling like a silent martyr as Ghost’s hands, big and callous, gently hold your ankle up, decorating the dark galaxy there with white bandage.

“Like a champ,” he compliments your endurance, and yes, your chest does tighten.

…He ties the bandage off after a bit, slowly trailing his gaze up to yours.

“There… All done,” he says.

But the words take their time to exit his throat, because he distinctly realizes the job has been done, and you’ll be leaving him soon. And then he’ll close his door, lock it for good measure, and pretend to be asleep for an hour rather than thinking about you, and the way your name sounds, and how gorgeous you are all hidden away in his heart.

You smile again, lips parting sheepishly—

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

You pause. Your cheeks are burning up a fever but the longer you fidget, the more you feel inclined to spit something out. So you do.

“Sweetheart?” You mimic, “…Guess I’m not so low on Simon Riley’s list of good things?”

He scoffs. There’s a hint of a grin curling beneath his mask but you’d never know. It’s supposed to be that way. Why he wears it. Now, he’s wondering what you’d say should he take it off and show you.

He shrugs halfheartedly. “Eh. Could rank better.” He jokes, and he knows you have to stay for a bit longer now- if only to try and get the last word in, to defend your dignity— no, your relationship with Ghost.

And he’s right.

“Simon, you jerk!” You beam, fighting off a mad grin and losing awfully, hands trying desperately to wipe it away. He’s glad they can’t, still at his knees before you, those dark eyes drinking every glowing part of you in.

“You’re so mean to me sometimes,” you murmur, and he just hums all casual like the bastard he is, tucking the gauze back away.

“Maybe you deserve it, a bit more common sense couldn’t hurt ya, yeah?”

You quirk a brow at that, tilting your head like a confused puppy. You couldn’t help but notice the strange undercurrent there, even though you knew he was only teasing.

“Is that some fancy british way of calling me stupid?”

His jaw shifts from beneath the balaclava, his eyes softening some. “No, pet,” he pats your thigh, then, before rising to his feet, growing like a shadow over you.

“It’s my way of saying I bloody hope you don’t waltz into just any man’s room at night… Is danger a foreign concept to ya?”

He’s still joking- his back facing you as he goes to return the kit- you know that, but—

Your smile falters ever so slightly. “You’re not a foreign concept to me,” your cheeks are still hot and they feel rosy. “You’re my….”

This makes him turn around, deep-chestnut hues surveying you closely, yet distantly too, like he’s ready to run at any given moment. It frightens you.

“Go on…”

Like he’s ready to harden over again.

Your cheeks puff with a cheery little smile. And you stand, though rather uncoordinatedly, from the bed.

The mattress groaning beneath you, you sweep a hand up through the air to point a confident finger at his chest.

“You’re my favorite Lieutenant. My Simon Riley.”

He turns to you fully, then. His body a stoic wall of something you could never read, and his eyes betray nothing as they flicker and spark against yours. He strides forward, all the way forward, ‘til the hard muscle of his chest beneath his shirt digs into the pad of the finger you point.

For a split second, you think you’ve wronged him.

Simon just reaches up, though, taking your jittery hand in his, lowering it down between you. And he presses himself closer, his hot breath puffing past his mask and warming the tip of your nose as he says,

“That’s right, doll… All yours.”

And when you hesitantly go to inch the lower half of his balaclava up, that harmless curiosity winning out as your eyes drop to his mouth, you find a subtle grin there.

Simon leans in even more, every shaking breath he takes mingling with yours as he dips his head in, whispering, in that gruff rumble that has your tummy spiraling,

“Long as you’re all mine.”

His lips touch with yours, slowly crashing- a controlled, yet frenetic dance of your mouth against his, slightly inexperienced, though the passion there triumphs. His hands are at your hips before you know it, feeling you up, getting to know you in the way he’s wanted to for months now, but never had the proper balls to.

It’s mostly soft at first, gentle, eager pecks and suckles at your mouth— but when your breasts smack flush against his chest and he groans, earning a delicious little whine from you, all of Simon’s rationality flies out the window.

“Oi, the hell’re you tryin’ to do to me?”

He grunts when you finally pull away for air, panting, the both of you a dazzling mess of blushy cheeks and budding, uncertain arousal. His fingers draw up your face, savoring the warmth he finds there before they press into the curls of your hair and you watch his eyes like a hawk.

Calculative. Slow… Thoughtful, so broken in by war and bloodshed and bad memories.

Your doe eyes… They drag him in like a winter night’s tide and he can’t find it in himself to resurface.

“Fuckin’ hell…”

He leans in once more- harboring a whole new initiative, it seems- and captures your lips in his. All his darkness seeps into you like watercolor on a page, a million tiny fireworks going off in your belly as your knees buckle, and he holds onto you like you’re his lifeline.

His single thing worth a damn.

“Open,” he barely demands, chest rumbling against yours, every vibration giving you butterflies. “Give me some tongue, won’t you?”

You obey, belatedly parting your lips, his tongue meeting with yours, his palm pushing the back of your head in closer as he groans into the kiss.

“Atta girl.” He breathes, his eyes, rimmed by the black fabric, pinched shut as he backs away for oxygen, brows furrowed tight as his enamored hues then sweep over you.

“Let me show you my gratitude, pet, yeah?”

[toournextadventure]

If you're able to do a story based on Katy Perry's The One That Got Away where the reader is immortal or a vampire and they were connected with Goody Addams (basically had a relationship or smthng with her idk her age) but moments before she was burned to death they had a "In another life I'll look for you" type of moment and R cant do anything because they were tied and held back forcing to watch Goody die the way she did. Then to the present, R finds Wednesday amidst the crowd and they just push through the crow to get to Wednesday hugged her while Wednesday has a vision of the R and Goody's past and they have this "I found you" , "You found me" moment. THANK YOU

I am OBSESSED with this premise, you're a GENIUS

i found you

“Goody, no!”

Your eyes flew open as the dark room enveloped you. The air was cold and the sound of the fan mixed with the rain outside to form the perfect sleeping conditions. It truly was a shame you had been awakened by yet another nightmare.

No, not another one. The same one.

Slowly, you sat up and rubbed the remaining sleep from your eyes. It seemed it was going to be another early day, just like yesterday. And the day before, and the day before that. Gods, you just couldn’t manage to get Goody’s burning face out of your mind. Hundreds of years had passed and you still couldn’t force yourself to forget.

A familiar burning sensation seared down your throat once your body had finally woken up enough to comprehend it’s needs. With a sigh, your feet hit the cold ground and you dug your toes into the rug before standing up. The fridge was only a few feet away in your tiny studio apartment, but still too far when it was this early.

“Shit,” you mumbled as you slammed your fridge door closed. Seemed you had run out of blood faster than anticipated. Well, it was a rainy day; you could pick someone out pretty easily and no one would be the wiser.

You sat down on your couch and turned to the first senseless show you could find at such an early hour. Something about restaurants, you didn’t really care to pay attention. Its only purpose was to kill time until you could reasonably walk around outside without drawing too much attention.

But the wait was torture. As the show droned on in the background, your mind drifted back to that day. To that day all those years ago where you were forced to watch the most painful thing you had ever witnessed, worse even than your own turning. The memories felt like a vice grip around your unbeating heart, squeezing what little life was left out of the cold muscle.

You wiped the tears away once the clock struck seven. No more use in sitting around feeling sorry for yourself, it was time to hunt. There was no need to try and protect yourself from the rain; you simply grabbed your coat so you could blend in with the rest of the morning crowd.

The smell of rain calmed the nerves that never seemed to truly disappear. It didn’t matter how many times you had actually hunted, a small part of you remained nervous with every outing. Maybe it was the fact that you were taking a part of someone’s life, you weren’t entirely sure. It didn’t matter, it wasn’t going to stop you. If Crackstone could be celebrated for his bigotry, you could live with taking just a bit of life force from a normie.

Call it reparations.

The streets were far more crowded than you had anticipated; a bigger selection, but far riskier. Good, it always added a sense of adventure. You found a nice stoop to hang out in as you watched the crowd walk by, your eyes searching each and every face that passed in an attempt to find your target.

Until your eyes froze on a familiar face, familiar hair, familiar eyes. A face that you would have recognised even in the darkest of nights. One that you hadn’t seen outside of your nightmares in over 200 years. And there she was, walking amongst the common folk as if she had not a care in the world.

You had to get back to her.

Wednesday loved the rain; the sound it made when falling against the umbrella, the smell of it on the concrete, everything about it. So she could be forgiven for deciding to walk that morning instead of having Lurch take her to her final destination. Her umbrella kept her dry and everyone gave her a wide berth.

Even with the space everyone was giving her, Wednesday could still see that someone was parting the crowd like the red sea. There was no chance she was going to move, not for some entitled asshole that was coming directly at her and-

-she felt arms envelope her in a hug so tight she almost couldn’t breathe.

The crowd around her vanished and was replaced by a different crowd, one full of pilgrims. The moon shone down on the screaming and cheering crowd and Wednesday pushed her way through to the center. There Crackstone stood next to a wooden pyre, and someone who looked just like her was tied up; Goody Addams, her mind told her.

Across the clearing was another pyre, one with someone else tied to it. You. You were struggling against the ropes, but the pilgrims around you kept you contained. One of the pilgrims carried a torch over to Goody, prepared to drop it at the bottom of the pyre.

“Look for me,” Goody said, her eyes staring at you and you only. There was an acceptance in her eyes, though it didn’t erase the fear.

“Goody, no!” You screamed once the pilgrim dropped the torch, and the roar of the fire echoed in Wednesday’s ears as she came back to the present.

She pulled back from the arms to see you, looking down at her with tears in your eyes and a pain on your face that Wednesday had seen only once. A look so full of fear and relief and absolute desperation. Your bottom lip quivered as your eyes scoured every inch of her face, her skin, her.

“I found you,” you mumbled, your words barely audible over the sound of the rain and Wednesday’s own heart.

“You found me,” she answered just as quietly, pulling you back into a hug and hearing a heartbeat that sounded familiar.

Sounded like home.

[selfawarecobalt]

bro that fight was absolutely ridiculous! I love Gray but that was clearly main character syndrome. when Freed said that the rune won't cancel every magic to give Gray a chance I knew this was the first excuse to have the Raijinshuu lose. if serious, Freed could've just cancelled everything and the fight would've been over before it even began. then the Gray doesn't feel the torture rune excuse out of nowhere and the fact that Gray won against Evergreen Bickslow AND Freed with all ridiculous reasons and then struggled against an injured and exhausted Mirajane afterwards while Freed was holding up great against an emotional-overdrive, rage power Mira in the fight with her, it's all just so badly written. I would've given Gray the advantage of using devil slayer magic against people like Mira and Freed but at least make it a damn good and difficult fight because not only Mira is a power to be reckoned with, Freed has been set up to be too. then there are Ever and Bickslow qith their eye magics as well, and how they were knocked out was a joke too. I dont want this animated.

EXACTLY. I’ll be the first to admit gray would be powerful enough to defeat individual members of the thunder legion (that main character power boost) but that was an utter piss take. gray still struggled against just bixlow during their first fight, even if he couldve beaten him. that “um actually gray cant feel pain in this form” was completely stupid. ive seen a lot of awful things from modern fairy tail but that was undoubtedly the worst. also that “omg of course i feel pain i was hitting my comewades :((((“ INFURIATED me. didnt have that energy during what i assume was meant to be a “comedic” scene of him just beating the shit out of freed when he was already down. also the whole “lets rip the clothes off the only girl!” thing made me want to barf. i genuinely believe it would’ve been better for their characters if the thunder legion had been killed in the tartaros arc.

also YEAH THE WHOLE “struggled against an exhausted and injured mira” genuinely gave me vertigo after i finally escaped from having it shoved down my eyeholes. like yeah mira was rusty during her fight with freed but she was absolutely rage filled, and it was really emphasised just how powerful she was, and it was STILL a tough fight. against just freed. the whole thunder legion vs gray shouldve been a sweep in the other direction. weve seen they can all work together, using their unique magics to complicate things for enemies.

cant think where else to put this so im slapping this in here. EVEN THOUGH GRAY HAS DEMON SLAYER MAGIC NOW FREED HAS A FUCKING SWORD. also that stupid “gray teleports behind evergreen and bixlow” thing? WHAT KIND OF DEMON SLAYER MAGIC IS THAT. all fairy tail main characters are the worst type of mary sue. and i LIKE mary sues.

evergreen can turn people to stone and fire hundreds of BULLETS and explosions. bixlow can use his babies to beat the shit out of long distance targets and take control of their bodies (NOT TURN THEM CHIBI. HIRO.). FREED CAN FUCKING TURN INTO A DEMON AND ALMOST INSTANTLY TRAP PEOPLE AND DEPRIVE THEM OF OXYGEN, AND CUT A GODDAMN TORNADO IN HALF. THESE ARE VETERAN FIGHTERS WHO WERE ONCE ABLE TO DAMN NEAR TAKE DOWN THE ENTIRE GUILD. now theyre just a joke. their personalities have been completely erased and replaced with “omg laxus!!”. im going to hurl

if you HAD to make up an excuse to weaken them, sure you could make up some shit about “oh the barrier particles damaged their magic containers” BUT EVEN THEN THEYRE STILL SMART ENOUGH TO WORK TOGETHER.

seriously. this was the most blatant case of main character nepotism ive literally ever seen. i genuinely despise 100yq, it always felt so lazy and uncreative. uhh yeah actually surprise theres four more acnologias but more powerful. yeah theyre were never mentioned before so what. every character looks the same now. the lucyification of the fairy tail girls needs to be studied. this infection is taking away every single character and the only reactions im seeing to it are “omg glow up!!”

(also i HATE seeing people talk about the spinoff characters like “omg so cute its like an alternate universe” NO ITS JUST LAZY. HE ONLY KNOWS LIKE 4 CHARACTER TYPES AS MAIN CHARACTERS AND IM SICK OF NOONE ACKNOWLEDGING IT)

[tokyogruel]

FINALLY ITS YOUR TURN *desordena todo buscando las que había apartado para ti*

HERE HERE HERE HERE HERE HERE!!! THIS IS FOR YOU!!!! (<- really excited)

THIS SONG WAS MADE FOR YOU!!!! IDK IF IT'S YOUR STYLE BUT ITS SO YOU???? ALSO ALSO ALSO-

Also this one I gift to you (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠) it's Aoi Shiori (video w/English subs), and it's a song I hold really close to my heart, but you also give the warmth and gentle and soft feelings this song gives. I know the song is a bit melancholic, but... I don't know, I wanted to give you this song..... AAAAAAND I WANTED TO GIVE YOU ONE IN SPANISH AND I WAS LIKE WHICH WOULD BE GOOD AND I CHOSE THIS ONE (translation)

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH AND THIS IS A REALLY FUN SONG WITH REALLY GOOD VIBES, SO HERE HERE!!!! TE QUIERO MUCHO MUCHO MUCHO CORAZON DE MELON <3 (literally "melon heart" it's an expression and the closest would be "sweetheart" I guess? I don't really get why melon tho, but it's cute)

seari!!! te queiro mucho mi pajarita!

ahhh you have unlocked my secret,, i enjoy dance music,,, and gumi is a sleeper fav,,, very jammin tune, ill have to listen to it more :3

and youuuuuuuUUUU... you cant just hit me with aoi shiori and expect me to be OKAY,, this shit hurts,, but its so sweet it warms my heart that you thought of me with this song<333

lo mejor de mi vida eres tu... I REALLY LIKE THIS ONE,,.. i am always looking for more songs in my target languages, and spanish is one i dont have a lot for, so im really happy to get a spanish song from you :>

i listened to it once without the translation and recognized a lot more than i thought i would, i feel like i got a general feel for what the song is talking about, but im gonna listen again and check out the translation while i do. AUGGHHH THEM LAUGHING TOGETHER AT THE END KILLS ME DEAD

AGHHHHHHHHHHHAAA OWWWWWW... i read the translation and my heart,,, mi corazonnnn,,,,,.uuhhuhgfuhjhjk THIS HURTS (positive) SEARIIIII MI PAJARITA YOU ARE SUCH A SWEETHEART. CORAZON DE MELON....

of course of course though. i would be remiss if i did not return the favor

this song i think you will enjoy, if you dont know it already. the lyrics arent relevant, i mostly want you to listen to the instruments, so i gave you the off vocal. heres the original if youd like it, and the lyrics if youd like to know them. again though, it is the instrumental that makes me think to show it to you

i think you might enjoy this song. its really jammin, and i personally enjoy the lyrics a lot. i def recommend listening to this one whenever you need a pick-me-up or something to jam out to

ohhhh, oh oh oh seari. have i even shown you my favorite band? im going to see them for the second time in a few months... theyre going to be at a theatre that is super close to my old apartment teehee (i had actually told them about the specific theatre a year+ ago on insta and i think they wrote it down or something. its so crazy)

UM.. blatant fangirling aside. you were perfect & im sorry is the first one that comes to mind for you, with find out the hard way right behind and of course i cant talk about my Darling, Mickey without bringing up reverse cowgirl.....

ahhh ive put so many songs. ive put too many songs. alas, im going to give you one more...

i very specifically want to give you a kiltro song- a band very near and dear to my heart. but of course i cant just give you any kiltro song. so i dug through their discography. a true song dedication, not just a recommendation

ursula - kiltro

[sidesteppostinghours]

4 and 19 for the ask game? for all ur steps, if you're up for it? Or pick whichever :)

evening! thank you for the ask :]!

4. When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

Caine- flight. eyes closed, he doesnt want to see whats going down, and hightailing it as fast as possible. thats what happened during checkpoint three in retri, and wouldve been his choice during heartbreak if they werent ! that said, after the bad dream (the one before we meet chen in the boneyard), he Did stay stock still, since he got the freeze instinct trained into him. (actually i just remembered they punched mitchel (from @hyper-pixels, hi) after they woke up from a bad void dream???? so maybe they just have a weird amalgamation of instincts that crop up depending on the situation).

Cyrus- its a toss-up between fight and flight for him– hes 100% a coward and not afraid to cut his losses when he thinks he needs to, but at the same time, hes a stubborn bastard and has a Lot of anger to spare. generally speaking, his first instinct is fight. its only after he takes the time to assess a situation when he decides what hes going to do though– if he thinks he has a fighting chance, hes going for it. interestingly, hes less willing to fight things now that hes a villain than he was as a hero.

Cecilia- fight. honestly, theres no debate. anybody who has the audacity to scare her is going to face one (1) Incredibly pissed off ceci and probably more than a few fresh bruises. she hates feeling scared–it makes her feel powerless, and thats something she swore shed never experience again. fighting her fears makes her feel like theres something she can do about it, even if its superficial.

Cynthia- its either freeze or fawn, and the farm taught her both <3 she cant bring herself to fight or run because both actions were punished. she found out quickly enough that just taking it gave her a lighter sentence overall, and she continued to use that. fun(?) fact, 'just taking it' pretty much carried her into becoming a fighter step, because her pain tolerance is high as hell now. she still takes the armor upgrade though, just in case.

19. How does your OC behave when enraged?

Caine- hah. ok. well, in most cases, he wont hurt you. most of the time, hed settle for a clenched jaw and a glare. also not above leaving the room, no matter how important the person theyre talking to is. id say they get quiet when theyre angry, but theyre quiet most of the time so itd be hard to differentiate between normal quiet and 'fantasizing-about-watching-the-light-leave-from-their-eyes' quiet. if they have a reason to hurt them though? if hes in his armor, or its otherwise possible to inflict sufficient damage to them? at least One bone is breaking. if the person is regina specifically, shes not leaving the interaction with her life.

Cyrus- tear the bitch apart. psychologically???? physically???? emotionally????? why not all three of them! it would really depend on the situation, but by now cyrus knows how to rein in his anger just enough to figure out what would hurt somebody the most. this could range from kicking their ass to giving them a breakdown by systematically targeting their fears/insecurities. hes a cunt, but hes Smart about it.

Cecilia- Lots of yelling. probably more than a few punches too. her anger is explosive and raw, and its very easy for her to get caught up in it. that said, it doesnt last long either– once the initial anger burns out, shes willing to forget about it. if you piss her off, its a matter of how good you are at weathering the brute anger, which, granted, can be hard to do considering ceci like to hit things. she likes to hit things hard.

Cynthia- that depends when in the timeline she gets angry, because those have very different answers. pre-retri ending, she Refused to show her anger. you could not force her to. echo may end up being slightly more erratic if she got into an argument or something like that, but that was it. but the minute ortega accused her of being a regene copy? that switched up Quick. if she was going to be seen as a monster and a fake, fine, shell play the part. nowadays, getting her pissed means you have a target on your back, and not only is she patient in ruining your life, her high caution means its very difficult for her emotions to blind her. she acts cold, nearly apathetic, but rest assured shes finding out exactly what makes you tick.

questions from here!

[hiemalstar]

my opinion on niragi and his controversy with chishiya/dynamics between them

introduction

wssup tumblr, welcome to my opinionated and probably overthought rant. todays rant is on niragi suguru and chishiya shuntarou from the hit series alice in borderland - based off the netflix vers. why? cause my ass has not gotten the manga yet; so all i can scrap is scenes from netflix and knowledge on character creation. 

so dont come at me if this is not accurate to the aib manga, i can assure that i will probably update this post or make a new one once i have bought and read the manga. time to start

opinions on niragi ; character, backstory, actions and final opinion 

we all know niragi is a narcissistic, self absorbed and of course, proclaimed psychopath by aib fans. hes confirmed a sex offender at the least, and he views everyone he believes to be below him as an object he can do anything to. this is proven in both season one and season two; he attempted to rape usagi not one but two times throughout both seasons- niragi assures he gets what he wants through violence and threats. 

narcissism - character  this narcissism and desire to get what he wants really shows near the end of season one, where hatter is announced dead. niragi uses his weapon as a tool to threaten people into voting aguni as the new leader of the beach, as he also pairs up with last boss. this provides some solid evidence of his narcissistic element, not to mention his cruelty towards everyone else. for example, in season two, when he crosses paths with someone who had failed their suicide, he acts as if he is going to put them out of their misery. however, he grabs the gun just to walk away, saying how they can suffer. 

psychopath - character this brings me to his psychopathic side. if you do your research, youd know nirgai lines up with the symptoms of being a psychopath. if you didnt know; - narcissism [rightfully proven] - lack of guilt : he does not feel any remorse for what he has done to other people, no matter how many innocent lives he ends or what pain he causes. he does not care as long as it benefits him.  - aggressive and reckless behaviour : this follows up with the explanation on his narcissism and lack of guilt.  these are just some symptoms, but theyre definitely some major ones of his.

backstory lets talk about his backstory. from a flashback on the top of the roof during witch-hunt / 10 of hearts in season one, we can see he was not treated fairly at all. he was used as a target by his peers, being forced to stay still against a wall while students [assuming they are the same age as him] threw baseballs at him. said classmates counted 'points’ depending on where on his body they striked him. to add onto this already fucked up situation, he had been told if he didnt stand still he'd be forced to eat rice with piss in it. this is just one scene, but who knows how many other things had happened to this man before borderland.   he says he doesnt know if he became twisted because they hated him, or if they hated him because he was twisted. if niragi had been twisted during that time, he probably would've fought back, but this cant be confirmed for sure considering his persona between borderland and the little we know about him in the real world cant be compared and contrasted as well as it could be with more evidence. 

actions now, im not saying his backstory excuses his actions. his past is no reason for him to attempt to rape [and he probably has successfully done this before to other characters] usagi and the amount of other fucked up things he had done. lets think about this for a moment; putting the rape aside and moving to the crimes he had committed involving murder, just put it into perspective. theyre in a world with no laws. theres obviously more people out there like him killing people just for the fun of it, or even to eliminate them from getting in the way. similar to how in solitary confinement, the girl with the blue dress (i cannot remember her name) plays queen bee and manipulates the group into lying to other players to kill them. for players like her and niragi, borderland is just another word for doing whatever the hell you want, especially murder. we see it everywhere in alice in borderland, even in the rest of the militia. the only action left would be his rape, which cannot be justified. 

final opinion here are my final thoughts on niragi as a character; hes not the best person ever, but its also not his fault hes such a horrible person. the way he was treated for probably most of his life probably really changed his personality and morals. once again guys, i dont justify him assaulting and/or raping people. i say hes a complex character and deserves more recognition and attention rather than always been viewed as this extremely evil guy from the inside out. even when at the end of season two, he was found in the hospital bed next to chishiya, he actually seemed like a normal and decent human being. however, this is obviously my opinion. tell me what you guys think! at the end of the day though, hes probably just an insecure, scared little boy always trying to validate himself and prove himself as a villain. he seeks the validation of being known above others, being able to feel better about himself through this. he has a huge superiority complex.

edit: another point about him being with chishiya in the hospital- when chishiya says he is going to turn his life around, niragi asks something along the lines of “you were a piece of shit too, huh?” he acknowledges his actions, and he knows what he did. 

dynamic with chishiya- controversy around their relationship 

and time for the most controversial part of this entire rant; niragi and chishiya. whats with their dynamic, and what can i say about it based on my speculations on niragi? taking into consideration what type of character chishiya is, it would and wouldnt work if they were dating. 

they definitely had some sexual tension [obv referring to the netflix series, if they had anything in the mangas lmk], and it was even confirmed by the actors. i believe the translation was that they had kissed in an unreleased part of the show, but they took out the scene. shocker. even if the kiss had been a mistranslated, the sexual tension still gives us enough of an idea. the reunition of chishiya and niragi but not chishiya and kuina also might say something about their relationship, or whether they knew eachother in the real world or not.  we know they dont have any memory of borderland, as proven from arisu and usagi meeting again, so what was the purpose of that? 

i dont really have much to say about the idea of them having a relationship; im cool with it, and it's gotten me interested with their personality dynamic. what do you guys think? this concludes my rant. thank you all for listening!! if theres anything else you would like to see me cover in the aib series, lmk. until next time. <3

[suethesocks]

sherihan megapost

(warning for gore in a couple of the drawings)

I dont talk much about sherihan (or most of the villains, frankly, bc i dont do enough with them)

Nor do i really draw them often, but sherihan is an exception for being one of my oldest villains and also the sexiest

Sherihan is a mutant, theoretically not much different than asha. I dont know much about her origin yet (despitehavingherfor2years). Maybe she was grown or experimented on in a lab or something before she got out and had to live on the streets

Whatever brings them into the world they end up on the streets basically, and they only end up getting higher in life once they start using their powers for killing and stealing. It also didnt take them long until they developed a taste for human flesh (if youre hungry and also in danger from someone, 2 birds one stone yk)

As they grow older they get better at fighting, going from fighting like a rabid monster to getting really good with weapons. They have a special liking to most sharp weapons, even evolving to treat their claws as more of a weapon than mindlessly hacking with them

Their skills also improve when they reach adulthood as they start singlehandedly taking over entire gangs and becoming their leader, which is what elevates their status the most

This results a sort of target being put on their head by. Idk the government? Some private mutant containment force? Or maybe the lab that originally created him, seeing him as a loose end that needs to be tied up

In any case whatever it is its definitely nothing they cant handle, but they understand that it is only for now. So they lay low and start leading their gangs only from behind the scenes so things dont escalate. However for decades they still have to deal with these forces to this day

Some of the earliest doodles i did of them that i dont hate. Theres much more but i dont like them enough to post lol

If sherihan was indeed made in a lab then they were definitely a great specimen. Their 4 prehensile limbs that connect to their hips and 2 that connect to their backbone (im very inconsistent on how i draw these pls dont mind them) Theyre strong and tough providing him the ability to traverse with greater speed than on foot, as well as climb up walls as theyre strong enough to pierce through almost anything

They also have extremely strong bulky tooth-like structures inside their skull which they can retract and bring out. Their jaw is also split down the middle and can unhinge and open, revealing their sharp teeth and 3 tongues

You might think that since they have 4 eyes they have enhanced vision but actually the opposite, they actually have extremely poor vision and rely more on their hearing and spacial awareness to fight

They use this spatial awareness to hit targets a lot more than dodge them. Sherihan is as fast as they are strong, but theyre an extremely easy target to hit

This is because of their super-regeneration, they can heal from almost any injury so long as the physical body parts are there and can connect together. Anything short of burning (something that straight up chemically changes whats there) is next to useless for anything more than just slowing them down, and even then depending on the burn they could recover

Sherihan is overall more careful about tearing their expensive clothes than tearing their flesh

Other than this they have your typical powers like extremely enhacned strength and speed

For the last drawing have sherihan in pride. This isnt really exactly canon as i imagine sherihan is someone who doesnt really care for labels, but if you were to give her any labels it would be pansexual and genderfluid. Also this was the first drawing to have sherihans tattoos so :p

and yeah thats all the sherihan art that i havent posted on here yet!

and also thats not porn, if tumlr allowed nsfw thered have been a whole part 2 just for that

[maiko1]

Misunderstanding. (platonic childe x gn! reader)

You were just walking around the liyue admiring the view after being in sumeru for a while. After all, you were a student there. You can't help but notice someone stalking you.

Tighnari once teach you that you don't need a device to know if someone was there secretly or not. You just need to pretend u don't notice them and keep walking while ur eyes focus on the enemies.

(you once train with cyno and you got hit by a stupid pole atleast 4 times until you got better even in different places.)

And so u did. You keep walking and walking until you can't take it anymore. You went into a more quite places to approach them. You also noticed a suspicious bushes moving alot than the other bushes, you took a quick move and immediately turn around and point at the suspicious bushes.

"no point in hiding. Get out or ill use forces." you speak. (if cyno is here he'd be proud) the person finally came out of the bushes and reveal a guy with the same height as you. "oh archon here we go again, tell me. Do u have any business with me that youre indeed stalking instead of approaching me?"

He's amazed. The look on his faces... "you noticed me I see!" you took out ur sword aiming at his neck. "please don't make me regret harming you with this sword.." he chuckle and back away with both of his hands up in the air. "i cant keep quite all day can I? Well I have no intention on harming you I promise. I saw your fighting skill and couldn't help but be interested in you."

"your point is..?"

"lets duel! I wana see how strong and capable you are. Win or lose doesn't matter to me. I wana see ur strength..dear wanderers."

"wait no no. I dont fight random people for absolutely no reason. Specially a duel to see if I'm strong or anything. I can't help but feel like you're underestimating my skill."

"you're kidding right? I'm interested in ur fighting skill! I wana see how you use it against me. Please, don't go easy on me. I wana see how long will I last." you can't help but sigh. "alright. But please, do forgive me if I go overboard."

"roger that"

The fights with him only last for half an hour and you both were crazy in the fights. "for a person who seem to be my age, you are quite strong!" the man said. "I admit, I never had a good fight in a while now and it feels amazing."

"but hey, you still hasn't answer my question. Why are you following me secretly instead of talking to me?" you look at him. "i actually just wana be ur friend in a unique way... Get it? "

"oh.."

"Yeah."

"creep."

"could say that but I'm not."

"y/n l/n btw."

"tartaglia, code me childe."

"pfft. Your funny you know that?"

"whys that?"

"you look funny tryna follow me like your gonna ambush me anytime soon and my thoughts that time was 'is this guy really targeting me?? I just arrive and I have done 0 crime..'

"really... HAHAH I can tell were gonna be great buddies."

"wana get some food? My treat by the way."

"serious?! You are too kind.. How about I treat u instead.

(argues for literal 5 minutes)

"fine fine! I'll let you treat me just because I'm still getting used in liyue."

"i know just a best places for us to enjoy after a great duel."

(ngl this is how I imagine yall eating as a kid who just woke up for breakfast LOL)

[slugdragoon]

RPG Role Analysis Series #6 - Dragon Quest III vs. Final Fantasy I vol.II

Here are my thoughts on the remainder of the classes that I did not cover in my previous post:

Thief (FF) / Thief (DQIII) - Dragon Quest III only even has a Thief starting with the Super Famicom remake, which also adds new whips and boomerangs that allow them to be proficient at multi-target basic attacks, despite not having high strength for single-target damage. They do however have good defences, as it's affected by their Agility stat. Stealing for the DQIII Thief means a high chance of taking an item from the last enemy defeated in a fight, So instead of actively stealing they're really a lucky, somewhat tanky class that sweeps up or weakens groups of enemies while a Warrior knocks them out one-by one. Since multi-target attacks rarely knock out enemies on their own, the Thief actually sort of lets someone else choose who to knock out last and steal from. They also get some utility spells that exclusively have to deal with scouting dungeon floors and the treasure within (including one random encounter reducing spell, if you want to call that scouting). They feel more like a careful treasure hunter than a thief. The Final Fantasy I Thief was way different. Once they promote to Ninja, they have access to Haste and Temper, spells that boost the attack power and hit rate of any party member, and other lower level Black Magic, meaning stat debuff and status effects, and some (not their best option) elemental magic. They have the highest Agility, making them go earlier in battle, and more able to flee (in versions where the bugged stats are fixed). Interestingly, the FFI "Thief" has no ability to steal items at all, though the Ninja name fits better for a speedy warrior who strikes true, traps enemies with sleep, slowing, and confusion magic, makes a fast escape, and has maybe some elemental ninjutsu, if needed.

Red Mage (FF) /Sage (DQIII) - In DQIII, the Sage is considered an advanced class that has special prerequisites (either train as a jester first, or have a key item, but if you meet those requirements, the Sage has all the best features of both the Cleric and Mage, encouraging you to replace your magic-users with the Sage. Stat growth is affected by the character's path to Sage, but promoting is an easy choice. The only disadvantage it their low EXP growth, making them a good sort of "reward" to switch to last minute. Final Fantasy also has a hybrid healing/hurting magic class, the Red Mage, but in this it is more of a compromise. They just about reach the highest tiers of Black and White magic, though cant cast the top-tier spells like Holy, Flare, Full-life, Curaja, Diaja, Saber, etc. They do however get access to a good selection of armor, and can attack, if not as well as the Warrior, at least good enough, no matter what you have them doing. The Red Mage has a lot of flexibility, and is more of a true jack of all trades than DQIII's Sage, which is a prestige class for both kinds of casters.

There are also a few other classes in Dragon Quest III with no direct equivalent in Final Fantasy:

Jester (DQIII) - Strange class. They have very low stats other than luck, so might at best shrug off detrimental effects occasionally, but they mainly exist as a shortcut to Sage, being an alternate path that does not require a key item. Remakes give them one spell to instantly trigger an enemy battle, but they are a liability in combat. Thing of Jesters as a grinding tool, but actually more like taking a Magikarp to eventually get a Gyarados. Since the Sage usurps both the Cleric and Mage rather than occupying a niche alongside them, the Jester is a pain that you can be rewarded for.

Merchant (DQIII) - Merchants let you collect additional gold after battle, for those who want their bonus more liquid than the items a Thief aquires. They also level up quickly. The remakes allow them to excavate gold and items on the world map or summon Inns for resting, Churches to save and buy resurrections from a priest, and Item Shops at will. The role of the merchant is to keep your party polished with easy access to the best armor, make sure they can always afford it, and keep them rested and restored on the road.

Hero (DQIII) - The Hero is a special class which only Erdrick has access to. They have access to a variety of spells, and again are a type of magic knight like the DQ1 Hero and DQ2's Prince of Cannock, having lower MP than dedicated magic users like the Sage, but good access to a variety of spells, and good physical stats. In fact, their list of spells is so similar, I could just refer you to my read on Prince of Cannock, though most notably gets a stronger multi-target healing spell than even the Cleric and Sage. If anything, perhaps Hero is the true analogue to Final Fantasy's Red Mage, and not the Sage.

[xt0t4llys4n300x]

tw// vent mentions of abuse, addiction

i usually am always reminded of my old situation throughout the day somehow. the way someone talks to me, the way a room feels, the smell of smoke just really anything gets me thinking about my old home we went past one of my old houses yesterday, the one that I used to live in with my mom and a couple of her boyfriends. i asked to go because I wanted to see the house and we were in the area. i immediately regretted it. i got hit with terrible memories and I started having flashbacks in the car, and even though I knew I was safe I was so scared that my parents were gonna show up out of no where. just looking at the exterior of the house brought me so much pain it hurts remembering, but it hurts not having my biological parents. i miss them even though it was hell living with them. i feel sorry for them, but I resent them. the amount of times they blamed their actions on not being sober was terrible. you shouldn't be telling your kids anything like that, you shouldn't be hurting your kids just because you arent in the right mind, you shouldn't take your anger out on your kids that's targeted at yourself. DONT HAVE KIDS IF YOU ARENT GOING TO TAKE CARE OF THEM!!!!!! if they really wanted to get better like they continuously told us, they would have gone to rehab. my mother went once, and the minute she got back home she got back into her old habits. my dad never cared to go. nothing excuses the pain that they caused me and my siblings, nothing excuses the years of feeling alienated from the other kids. nothing excuses the neglect and lack of love that was shown. nothing excuses the years in foster care where I felt so unloved. nothing excuses the fact that they were abusing us, but I cant help but wish to see them sometimes. what would they say to me? would they feel sorry? would they cry? would they apologize? are they still doing drugs? sometimes I wish I never left. maybe my mother would have grown to love us. maybe I wouldnt be stuck in this house. maybe I wouldnt be so mentally fucked. maybe I would have grown to stand up for myself. maybe everything would have stopped. maybe I would have run away by now. i should be grateful I'm away from my parents. maybe I'm being selfish. I'm a lot to put up with and I know that. but constantly being reminded of my old situation makes me feel like nothings really changed. the anxiety and longing that I always feel is weighing me down so much, and my guardians don't make much of an effort to help. "you're going to end up like your mother" "you're acting like your mom" "all these medications are leading you down the wrong path" "you're going to get addicted. it runs in the family" please stop saying that please dont say that I know addiction runs in our family and it scares me!!! i want to get better i want to take my medication but I'm scared I'm going to get addicted to stronger things! I've already had a problem with things like this, and I'm not even that old everything is so wrong all of the time i dont know what to do I'm nothing like my mom and ill never be like her ill never fucking be like her ill never turn into anything like that I'm so scared

[ce-heich-ce]

I love and hate Shin Megami Tensei 1 so much because its such a game. (long text coming up)

On battles it uses this smart system where they cant fit too many enemies on screen, so the game puts only 1 type of enemy on regular encounters with a number of icons on top of it representing how many enemies are in that group, which is cool, its a smart way of fitting more enemies per battle and you can also know if any of them got hit with a status effects because the icon of the enemy you hit also changes. Now, you might be wondering how you choose which of those enemies and you actually don't, whenever you attack with a single target attack or ability the target is chosen at random, which is a real pain because these enemies come out in numbers of at most 9 per encounter, so hitting the same target twice is hard, you only attack multiple enemies on weapons or spells that target groups of enemies and for the player character that is only reserved for guns and spell stones that you have to buy (and don't do much damage unless you level his magic stat, which is mostly pointless because he can't use magic), with maybe some weapons that attack more than once, not every enemy, but attacking more than once gives you a better chance to do so. Only special battles against bosses or demon tamers have more than 1 type of enemy but there you just choose which group you get to target.

Also the encounter rate is a pain, during the first hours of the game its random how frequent and how unlikely you are to enter a battle, sometimes they appear every few steps and then you can run around tokyo for a while with no enemies showing up, even im dungeons it becomes as random, but then you get to the second part of the game and now you get battles every few steps everywhere, which sucks because you're no longer stuck to following roads in tokyo, you can go anywhere plot allows you to but exploring is unwise because thats when enemies appear in large numbers and you just got there so enemies are stronger than you at that point.

Some dungeons have some traps, like floors that teleport you randomly, make you fall to a floor below, one way doors, spinning floors, poison or even curses depending on your luck stat but they're honestly not that frequent as trapped chests that explode and take 25% of health of EVERY character in your party, that is the worse and it happens very often later in the game.

Something I do like and appreciate is that the game has a big number of enemies you get to fight with their own types and origins (though a lot reuse sprites with different colours and some modifications to turn them into something else) and thanks to the demon negotiation system you can talk to them and get a few good outcomes, like having them join you, give money, go away or give you items and since enemies are different they react accordingly depending on your friendly or hostile approach to them.

Getting to use most of the enemies you find is cool too because you have an infinite amount of teams you can make with them and whenever you get tired or don't like one of them you can fuse them to get something different, sometimes a better one or a worse one and sometimes ones you don't encounter naturally, making them even rarer and worth trying.

Having alignments define how the story goes is kind of cool, depending on your choices and interactions with demons you can shift to law or chaos and some plot points later in the story reflect that, like some demons helping you out while others impede your quest, getting alignment specific gear and demon allies, etc, which is good because it gives you an incentive to replay the game.

the final part of the game fucking sucks though, plot happens and now the final area is a giant maze with towns at each opposite side and up to 5 floors with corridors and enemies and you can't really go anywhere else at that point, so depending on your alignment you'll have to fight through 5 to 10 floors to reach the end, which feels almost like a chore.

[starboundsingularity]

Um- hello there! Nice to see you guys stopping by my blog.

So uh- I've got some unfortunate news......

You see, as I'm writing this post, asks that I have yet to answer are slowly piling up in my inbox. And I'm starting to lose the motivation to write the prompts out. For awhile now, actually. I seemingly have no more ideas and don't have enough creativity juice in this noggin o' mine to actually produce anything else.

So, it is with great displeasure that I must announce that this au might be- discontinued. Which is really sad to me, because new people that are expecting *new* stuff are piling in! But I truly don't have the energy to continue this little project.

Well, now that it's kind of...over, for this. What happens next?

I figured that since I'll most likely not use the leftover concepts that's been cookin' in my head for this au- I might aswell share it with you all right now! So buckle up, buttercup. We're going out with a bang.

(WARNING: EXTREME RAMBLINGS INBOUND)

Okay! So, one of the more prominent concepts that I was planning on expanding involved mask and the rest of Team Cyan! For those who saw the post involving his headshot, you would have noticed that he was a bit...melty. And that's cause he is! And the rest of his team too!

Managing to survive the Nils Statue that started it all, Team Cyan stayed in inkopolis since day one. Surviving off of scraps and scavenging resources from abandoned apartments, they found no reason to leave. They were sneaky after all. Falling into whatever slime coated the city was the least of their problems. (And since the early stages of the ooze were relatively harmless, they were almost completely unscathed.)

Of course, the ooze slowly started to develop over time. And so did its potency. So without realizing- (or maybe they just didn't care) Team Cyan were exposed to the effects of the hive in an extremely slow process. By the time the hive reached a point where it could actually move around and "hunt", Mask and Co. Weren't even considered potential targets. To the hive, they were so close to the edge of joining that it cant even tell them apart from itself.

So yea! They're slowly yet surely becoming one with the hivemind. Woopsies.

Second major concept!!!

One of my favorite perspectives during the blog was with Prince and N-Pacer, and that was mainly because I was planning a huge story thing even before I started the whole blog!

For those who remember, they weren't able to recover Emperor and the rest of Team Monarch when the Nils Statue hit- as they were the only two together during the massive event. Prince is in denial, while N-Pacer assumed the worst. (Which played into her overprotective nature of his brother.)

So the thing is- Emperor is actually dead. Just gone. One with the cephalopod smoothie. And I wanted a moment where Prince snuck away from N-Pacer in the middle of the night to try and scavenge for himself, leading him to be isolated in the woods of Mt. Nantai.

And guess who's there with him!!!! That's right baby!!! The ooze is there!!!! And what can mimic voices????? THE OOZE!!!!

So using emperor's voice, the sentient Mt. Dew slushie almost lures Prince into an ambush- before N-Pacer manages to scare it away at the last second! She scoops up Prince, and a chase ensues.

They would escape, and would leave Mt. Nantai due to the fact that their safe space was now infiltrated. The duo would eventually meet up with Aloha's group, but that's about it.

And the last concept that I kinda scrapped rather quickly but I thought it was cool enough to include it anyways- there was a point where there would be a major twist in the blog where you guys: the askers- were the ooze all along!!! Trying to gather information about our protagonists to hunt them down! But unfortunately, it didn't make that much sense to me. How would they connect to the character's communication line? What would happen once they figure out the truth? Stuff like that. Alas, it was neat.

So! That's the end of it!

You all were an absolutely amazing audience, and I had a blast with the little time we had together. There's no end to the amount of thanks I need to give, truly! But this story needs to come to an end.

(Unless someone wants to continue it *cough*)

So, yeah. It's been fun everybody! I'll see you on the flipside.

-The Author

[shingogf]

Its 1 am and im bored and i cant stop thinking about just how fuckin tragically complex spamton's character really is like. That's grade A fuckin writing.

Not only was he not so great from the start and life was by all means not kind to him bc his sales never hit no matter what, but after that benefactor (be it gaster or whoever) contacted him and he was drowning in money and fame, everything was ripped away from him once they left. He had everything a man could wish for in life and it was all just...lost in a matter of seconds. Not only that but his friends abandoned him before that too out of jealousy and after his imminent fall they entirely refused any kind of contact with him and society turned its back entirely on him, deeming him as an outcast. His past fame and success was irrelevant, because everyone looked down upon him now that he was a nobody.

But i think what he wanted the most wasn't just easy cash and bitches, but sentinence. He wanted to "call his own deals" as he puts it, he wanted autonomy over his own life and for whatever the fuck reason neither he or jevil or kris for that matter (the kris/jevil -> spamton pipeline is a whole other story theres too much to say on it) have it. And he may have had a vague idea about how it felt when being helped out by that benefactor but that didnt last either and when he saw it didnt he entirely lost his mind, further driving people away from him bc they didnt wanna be associated with his unstable ass. While you can't blame the system and other ppl necessarily for potentially targeting and "destroying" his life (i.e evicting someone who cant pay rent isnt inherently malicious), multiple factors from his environment contributed to his ultimate ruin.

And i wont even get into how fuckin good the pinocchio parallels are bc man...the character WRITING. At the end of the spamton neo battle after u defeat him peacefully he mentions he's gonna become "a real boy" with understandable excitement, but even that does not happen cuz he fuckin dies the second u cut his last string which is such a beautifully sad way of putting it. No matter how much he struggles he will never gain the free will he craves so much because he is made to be stringed around. He cannot live without an outer higher force that makes choices for him and directs him and he loathes it. Even he sorrowfully admits it at the end by saying that he couldnt be more than "a simple puppet" then recognizes kris' potential of overcoming their condition, unlike him. The inherent difference between him and pinocchio is that pinocchio at the end of the story achieves his dreams and becomes a real person, spamton, on the contrary, had lost everything relating to his person a long time ago and will never be able to get it back no matter how much he kicks and screams and tries. He also hates jevil for being able to "accept" his fate and choosing to live in blissful ignorance towards his mediocre condition, something which spamton simply cannot accept which brings his inevitable downfall.

Another parallel that makes me so fuckin normal abt his character is the weird ass icarus theme he's got going on. Besides the obvious physical comparison you could make with neo and his literal wings that look like they've been put together in a frenzy by a first grader during arts and crafts, spamton, just like icarus, tried seeing past his given role/condition and had unceremoniously fallen because of it. He had forcefully crafted his own wings and stubbornly ignored others' words, flew too close to the sun and failed, because spamton's core driving force is his stupidly high level of perseverance. Achieving absolution and ultimate truth had rendered spamton fully incapable.