#I rlly like how red came out tho -

[koalabees]

🎶 Everyday’s a new surprise, when you’re learning with us guys! 🎶

[maximiliangf]

HIII, I js came across ur blog and I RLLY RLLY LOVE ur acc's theme<333 (if u can't tell I'm also a Max girlie🤭🤭)

I wanna send a req with this as inspo: https://youtube.com/shorts/LeGBgzwJZ6Y?si=-NpYUeC6p3xQsYpx CUS LIKE AHDJSIHSWWO

I was thinking of Lewis, but I don't think he'd act that way(???)😓, so how abt Max??🫣 (please disregard this if u don't feel like writing this btw, but if u do feel like it, thank you sm🫶🏻)

୨୧ ﹒𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 | 𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍

⟢﹐pairings: max verstappen x fem!reader, brief lewis hamilton x fem!reader.

⟢﹐warnings: none. lmk if there is tho!

⟢﹐word count: 440.

⟢﹐author's note: hii, thank you for being my first request!! i did take it as a max req but i also included lewis bc well, why not!! it is so him i feel😭 but i hope i did it justice and you enjoy reading it😭🫶🏼 i would love feedback or more requests!💓

One would surely think all the experience you've been building in sports journalism would prepare you for the moment you stand in front of three-time world champion, Max Verstappen—today's race winner—with podium sitters Lando Norris and Lewis Hamilton.

You look down at your notepad, re-reading your questions one more time just to be sure. First-time nervousness aside, it did not help that you were instructed to stand when speaking so now you tug at the end of the mic in your hand, waiting for Lando Norris to return to the conference room after his little run-off.

You hear distant chatter from the two drivers left on the couch, apparently they were gossiping about their friend running away in such a boyish matter. You smile a little and wet your lips again, your heartbeat slowly begins quieting down so it's no longer ringing in your ear.

You look at Max and he's already looking at you. Your eyes shy away between him, the door, Lewis, and the floor. The next time you sneak a look at him you can see a smile forming on his face which makes you heart flutter. His head is tilted and he's waving around his microphone without a care in the world.

"Wow, she looks so beautiful.." the words simply slip out of his mouth, loud and clear through the mic, the room fell into silence and all eyes are on you or him. Heat warming cheeks, no words or thoughts coming up just a flustered expression that has Lewis chuckling.

"She is, isn't she?" Lewis breaks the silence and adoring laughs follow from other journalists and staff in the room. You can't help but smile a little and feeling very shy.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry you heard that," Max is clearly panicking on the inside and outside, also a little flushed at the fact he very loudly announced to the many journalists present what he'd been thinking of for the past fifteen minutes. "I just, I mean you look divine truly, I.. I'm sorry, I'll stop talking now," He sets the microphone to his right shutting his mouth for now.

Lando comes back running to the front of the room, "I'm sorry for the wait everyone," He stops in his tracks looking at Max sitting in the middle head down yet cheeks clearly red, his brows now furrowed, "What's wrong with him? What'd I miss?"

"Oh, nothing. Alright let's take it from the beautiful lady in the second row," Lewis is proud of himself for that comment.

"Thank you both," You smile and continue onward with your planned questions to the three drivers.

[activesplooger]

ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴇ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ | ᴠᴏx x ᴀꜱꜱɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴛ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Notes: Part two! Im able to pump fics out rlly fast rn bc i recently have wayyy to much free time, but anywho enjoy! (also the consistency of which I put out fics is gonna drop in a week or two when I get busier)! im so bored rn so writing fics is whats keeping me together lol idk what to do with this abundance of free time I need to find something productive ahhh anyways here u go

MDNI

CW: angst, choking, blood, abuse of power Masterpost! Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

”Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!”

You search through the broken cabinets of Vox’s office looking for some type of extra head replacement. Eventually, you find a cabinet full of broken TV’s that you assumed were for head replacements.

“Cmon… There’s gotta be at least one…”

Frantically searching through the mass of broken TV’s, you notice the cuts on your hand from all the broken glass you’ve encountered. Blood spilling out through the cuts and dripping onto the floor. You ignore it and keep looking, you’ll deal with the pain later. For now your focus was on saving Vox. An exhale of relief escapes your mouth once you find a miraculously unbroken TV. However, this one looked different from the others… The back was flat instead of having the usual bulk, and the screen was much bigger. ‘This must be one of Vox’s prototypes… Fuck it, it’s all we got.’ you think to yourself.

You grab the TV and lug it over to where Vox is laid. Carefully, you unplug his current broken head and plug the new one in.

“Pleaseworkpleaseworkpleasework…” As you plead, the screen suddenly lights up. The display reads: LOADING… 1% COMPLETE. The loading was painfully slow, only going up a single percent every few minutes. But, you stayed. Part of you felt it was your duty to make sure he was okay… That and your morals weren’t completely gone to where you’d just leave a man to die. You nod off every once in a while, but you’d always jerk yourself awake. ‘Just a little longer… C’mon Y/N, stay awake!’

LOADING… 100% COMPLETE

VOX_EXE

VOXTECH_PROTOTYPE_4

BUFFERING_OW_WHY_AM_I_IN_PAIN

FUCK_MY_LIFE

Vox’s screen lights up, blinking slowly. His face, now with a more flat appearance, glowed black with red eyes and teal teeth. You perk up “Sir?! What happened?! I tho-“ Your boss cuts you off with a hug. Well… this is unusual… You never took Vox for a ‘touchy feely’ person, but it seemed like he really needed it so you didn’t say anything.

The shoulder of your blouse dampens from the sobs of the overlord. He buries himself in your blouse and speaks through choked sobs that were muffled against your skin.

“He- What the fuck did I do wrong…? Y/N… What’d I do..?”

Jesus, Alastor must’ve done a number on him if he got the usually snarky and unfazed overlord to be vulnerable like this. You wanted to pry, get every detail of what happened, but you held back. He would tell you later, right now you just needed to calm him down.

Your bloody hand hesitantly makes its way to his back, rubbing soft soothing circles in an attempt to calm him. Red stained the back of his orange turtle neck as you gently massaged him.

“Shhh shh, it’s okay… It’s okay…”

For the rest of the night, you stayed there with him and let him cry for as long as he needed. Vox was the first to fall asleep, and you followed suit not too long after. The two of you nestled against each other as you napped peacefully.

You don’t know how, but when you woke up, you were in your apartment, tucked into cozy blankets of your bed. Cuts that were left previously untreated on your hands were now bandaged and patched up. ‘Huh… Weird…’. With a shrug, you ignore it and make a mental note to revisit this later. You get ready for the day and put on your work uniform:

A black pencil skirt and white blouse that exposed just a sliver of cleavage. You paired it with stockings and black stilettos to complete the look.

As you came into work, you picked up a large black coffee from the cafe in the lobby of the office building, something you’d do every morning per Vox request.

Knock Knock

“Sir? I have your-“

“Come in.”

Walking in, you see various workers cleaning up the office, sweeping up glass, putting in new furniture, etc. Your boss is standing in front of a large broken window, staring at the streets below him, not bothering to make eye contact with you as he speaks.

“About last night-“ Vox speaks, his tone flat and emotionless.

“Oh, right, I was hoping to talk to you about th-“ Vox raises a hand as a gesture to silence you. You obey and stop speaking.

“Let me finish. About last night, we never speak of that again. You hear me?”

“Okay… I was just-“

A teal blue chain materializes against your neck, choking you as the Overlord pulls on the chain and brings you onto the floor in front of him. You drop his coffee to the floor as your brought to your knees. He looks down and yells, his voice wavering in a deep staticky mess of anger.

“ŁƗSŦɆN ĦɆɌɆ, Ɏ/N. WɆ’ɌɆ NØŦ ǤØNNȺ ŦȺŁĶ ȺɃØᵾŦ ƗŦ, ØĶȺɎ? NØŦ ɆVɆɌ. ĶNØW ɎØᵾɌ FᵾȻꝀƗNǤ ⱣŁȺȻɆ.”

The grip on your chain tightens, a painful reminder of the power roles between the two of you. You gasp for air and grip at the collar in an attempt to pry it off your neck.

“Yes… Sir…” you manage muster out the two words in a breathless voice

The TV demon stares you down for a moment before letting go off the chain. You take a big gasp of air, catching your breath as the chain vanishes into thin air.

Vox’s red eyes flicker to the spilt coffee “Ugh, you dropped my coffee. I have to do ɇvɇɍɏŧħɨnǥ myself, don’t I?!” Vox points at a few of the cleaners in his office “You two!” he demands, “clean up this mess!”. The workers nod nervously and start to mop up the liquid “Yes Mr. Vox.” they chorused. Vox gives you one final stare before leaving the office, presumably to get another coffee.

The chatter of worker demons fills the room as he left, gossiping about the scene that was just laid out before them. You look at them and glare, to which they pretended to keep working. But, you knew as soon as you turned away they would go back to gossiping. Your hands shake in your lap as you stare at the floor. ‘W-What the fuck was that… s-so violating…’. Vox had never abused his power over you before, in fact, up until then you completely forgot that he owned you… The overlord had a reputation for being callous and controlling, but he was never that way with you. That stung, you thought you were different then the other employees, but maybe he saw you as just another soul he owned…

You get home later that night and take a long steamy shower to clear your head. Stepping out, you wrap a tower around yourself and begin to leave, but something catches your eye when you pass your mirror. You back up and stand in front of the mirror, a shaky hand reaches up to your neck. Bruises… Dark purple streaks covered your neck from the brutal choking you received this morning. ‘Shit….’. You sighed and pushed past it, simply putting on concealer the next morning to cover the bruises and try to forget about it.

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Okay hii enjoyyy! slow ass burn ikik it’ll get there! Also Vox’s new appearance once we put on his head, imagine his head from the pilot but with the clothes from his past (orange turtle neck + sports coat). thats how he looks as of now (pilot vox is in the collage at the beginning). anywhoo hope u liked it! lmk if you have suggestions for stuff you wanna see in this fic! Masterpost!

also lmk in the replies if u wanna be apart of a taglist for this series!

[icrypop]

U did sooo good with your yandere sbg, im in luv with u now♡♡♡☆

Feel free to ignore this, but same yandere au for sbg that u wrote, but reader ends up dying in the phantom world, their death ends up to be painful, slow, and they black out thinking no one is coming to save them. I rlly like angst. can u tell? (I need a happy ending tho😣🥹🥺)

If the Yandere! SBG gang lost you in the Phantom world

Ashlynn, Tyler, Taylor, Ben, Aiden, Logan

WARNING: Yandere themes, violent, gore, descriptive

Awww <3 Im so happy you liked them, and I'd be so happy to write this for you! I wasn't sure if you wanted hcs or full stories so its kinda..both?? Either way! Can be seen as romantic or platonic with a gender neutral reader!!!!

-Writer Icy<3

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In the eerie, twisted landscape of the Phantom World, your cornered by the terrifying creature, its shadowy form obscured in the dim, otherworldly light under the blood red sky. The attack came brutally, the phantom striking with relentless fury, leaving deep wounds that bled profusely as it slashed its long hands across your abdomen and stomach. As you lay on the cold ground, pain wracked your body, and each breath became a struggle. Time seemed to stretch, and your vision blurred with tears as you slowly slipped in and out of consciousness. Despite the overwhelming agony, you clung to the hope that your friends would find you in time before death’s icy grip took you away. But as minutes turned to hours, and the chill of the Phantom World seeped into your skin and bones, despair settled in. Your final thoughts are filled with the aching belief that no one was coming to save you. The darkness closed in, and you blacked out, feeling utterly alone. Were you ever truly relevant to them though?

Ashlynn:

Devastated and furious with herself for not being there to protect you. You were pale, cold. How did this happen?? You guys were running from the swarm of Phantoms and you got separated…shit, she should’ve helped you. You were chased, killed and now your lifeless body lay in her arms. 

Ashlynn's heart shattered when she saw your pale form on the hospital bed, the beeping machines the only sign of life. She refused to leave your side, berating herself for failing to protect you. Each hour felt like an eternity as she traced your hand, her voice a soft murmur of apologies.

Once back in the real world she stays by your side constantly, tracing your hand softly, careful to not touch the IVs in your hands and arms… She blamed herself for you dying. She should’ve followed you, protected you, you wouldn’t be here if she had followed. She spent most of her time here after school until going home to deal with making plans and the 7 hour nightmare they were still stuck in.

Once Ashlynn gets the call that your awake though? She’s there in a heartbeat. She becomes fiercely protective, constantly checking on you and ensuring you are never alone, guilt and relief warring within her. She cant stand the thought of it, the image of your mangled body along the ground sticks in her mind. When you finally opened your eyes, Ashlynn froze in shock as waves of emotions coursed through her. It overwhelmed her to the point of not knowing what to do or say in that moment. After calming down and waiting until everyone else stepped out, she got closer, vowing to never let anything harm you again. The ordeal only deepened her obsession, and she became a constant, protective presence in your life.

Tyler:

His face paled as you lay lifeless on the ground, he was in disbelief that you were gone until he held your limp, bloody body in his arms, your blood staining his hands. Overwhelmed with guilt and anger, blames himself for not being there for you. He watched you as you were targeted and yet he kept running with the other group. He needed to turn around, why didn't he turn around!? 

He couldn’t shake the guilt of not being able to save you, and it gnawed at him as he paced the hospital halls, demanding answers and updates from your nurses and doctors that checked on you. He was distressed, taking out all of his emotions on his friends in short bursts of anger. They understood though, they knew how he cared.

 No amount of comfort or kind words could make him relax until he got the call from one of your doctors. When you regained consciousness, Tyler felt a surge of relief, but it was tinged with a new intensity. He vowed never to leave your side again, becoming a constant, watchful presence, struggling to keep his protective instincts from suffocating you.

 He sits at the side of your bed for a while, scared that you were gonna blame him as he blamed himself. After you slightly recover, Tyler becomes more possessive, struggling to balance his feelings of guilt and the need to keep the reader safe

Taylor:

She screamed when she saw you, not in fear but in agony of seeing you basically ripped to shreds by one of those things. Why did it happen?? You were grouped together and trying to clear a house near the base. You guys wanted to see if there were any other materials you needed…You were left outside to watch. No one heard you get grabbed, no one saw where it took you until you were gone. You were tore open like a deer from a bear, the gashes and deep and revealing wounds covering your body almost made her sick. 

She struggles with the horror of what happened to you and blames herself for letting you out of her sight. Taylor felt a deep, gnawing fear as she watched the reader lying unconscious in the hospital bed. She blamed herself for not keeping the group together and safe. 

While she comforted the others with reassuring words, she privately crumbled, the weight of her failure heavy on her shoulders. Taylor felt a deep, gnawing fear as she watched you lying unconscious in the hospital bed. She blamed herself for not keeping you safe and with the rest of the group. 

While she comforted the others with reassuring words, she privately crumbled, the weight of her failure heavy on her shoulders. When you finally woke up, she bawled uncontrollably at your side, apologizing profusely. Taylor's heart swelled with relief though, knowing you were alive and semi-okay. Determined to keep you safe, she became more attentive and persuasive, her charm a constant comfort as she worked to ensure you never felt alone or afraid again.

Aiden:

Aiden's calm demeanor cracked just slightly as he stared at you lying on the group. Bloody, beaten, dead. The usual calm smile he has plastered on his face falls into a crazed one as his eyes glaze over. He hides his anger and sadness well. He felt a cold numbness settle over him, a detached shock as he lifted you in his arms. He didn't hear you scream, you were alone, you needed him…You were going to hate him.

In the hospital bed, your life hanging by a thread, he quietly takes charge and organizes care towards you, ensuring you were given the best treatment. Even in his grief, he was practical and efficient, managing details and coordinating with doctors. He couldn’t let you die, he failed you once and he wasn’t gonna do it a second time.

When you finally woke up, Aiden felt an intense relief, the dead, psychopathic smile finally disappearing as he stared in shock before smiling for real. Seeing you alive, well and okay(ish) brought him peace but that peace came with a deeper, darker determination. He became even more involved in your life, guiding your every decision with a careful, controlling hand, ensuring you would never be left alone and vulnerable again.

Ben:

The anger inside him swirled with so much emotion he almost snapped. Aiden couldn’t get him to calm down enough or move away. Aiden just kept everyone away from him as Ben held your cold, limp body to his chest. Your heart wasn’t beating…How could you have left his sight..?

You thought you had seen something and decided to run and check it out. The Phantoms were distracted, none were near so you deemed it safe. You had found a small pocket knife but it was broken…then you were jumped and now you were broken too.

Ben felt a profound sadness settle over him as he saw you lying unconscious in the hospital. He struggled to process the sight, his usual calm demeanor shaken. While he tried to be a pillar of strength for the group, internally, he feared the worst. He got slightly defensive and even shoved Aiden away when being comforted.

 When you finally awoke, Ben felt an immense relief wash over him as he gave a slight nod and anxious wave and sat next to your bed. Determined to prevent such a close call from happening again, he became more protective and attentive, always looking out for your needs and ensuring you felt safe and cherished in his presence.

Logan:

He broke down, falling to his knees in body-wracking sobs, overwhelmed by the horror and pain in his heart from seeing you dead. You were lagging behind the group and got grabbed and he couldnt catch you in time. By the time he and the group made it to you, you were pale, bloody and tore open severely with no heartbeat.

 Logan couldn’t hold back the tears as he sat beside your hospital bed, his heart breaking at the sight of your frail, unconscious form. The thought of losing you was unbearable, and he was wracked with guilt and sorrow, whispering apologies consistently, hoping you could hear him. 

When you finally opened your eyes, Logan was overwhelmed with relief as he apologized and cried beside you. However, the experience left him emotionally fragile; he became increasingly dependent on you, needing constant reassurance of your well-being and that you didn't hate him.

 Terrified of ever facing such a close call again, he never let you go off on your own and kept a closer eye on you, always telling you he needed to protect you so you wouldn’t get hurt.

[wendytestabrat]

kyle "liking" heidi was a HUGE cop-out

i can't believe we just got a 50 min long kyle-sided kyman episode and still all i wanna talk about is this episode from 2017 LOL. "doubling down" is prob the episode i've done the most rants on and i ain't stopping now. ok so like what i wanna talk abt his how fucking forced the whole kyle liking heidi thing was and how it came out of completely nowhere. and i have a theory on why that is...bc if kyle rlly was supposed to like heidi they rlly did NOT do a good job convincing us that was the case. ok so what i think what happened was this episode was originally intended to be a SUPER on the nose kyman episode abt kyle confronting his feelings for cartman but then trey parker pussied out and changed the script at last second bc he was too afraid of canonizing kyman lol. and trey does this bs A LOT especially with the 6 days to air format, he'll write the script one way and then he suddenly changes his mind at last second and wants it to be something completely different lol. bc yeah it's sus AF how in s20 they were originally setting things up for kyle to realize he's gay for cartman like in the little red riding kyle scene and then the scene of him crying over the picture of cartman (which was how we knew right away his jealousy was bc he had feelings for cartman NOT heidi) and then out of nowhere they revealed kyle liked heidi like hWat. that made us feel gaslighted AF. and i remember back in the day (in the ancient year of 2017) when they dropped the promo for that episode the description said "kyle is playing with fire when he gets in the middle of cartman and heidi's relationship" or some shit like that, which was ambiguous AF but kyman shippers got all excited bc we assumed the episode was abt all of kyle's jealousy with cartman & heidi finally coming to the forefront BC OF HIS FEELINGS FOR CARTMAN NOT HEIDI. so i feel like they released that description to be ambiguous on purpose bc they didn't know if they were gonna continue the route of having kyle liking cartman or change it to kyle liking heidi. and the only reason why they changed it to kyle "liking" heidi was bc they were too chicken to go forward with a kyman plot that strong, and bc it would've been too hard to change the episode to something completely unrelated on such short notice. it's not bc matt & trey give two shifts about kydi lol. it's obvious they LOVE kyman and deep down wanna make it happen, i think they either just don't know the best way to write it in yet or they're too afraid to piss off the non-shipping fans of the show. so that's the reason why we only get hints and they never take it any further than that. bc even tho kyle supposedly "liked" heidi this attraction was hardly believable and it still seemed EXTREMELY obvious that when kyle "liked" heidi, he was still repressing his feelings for cartman and those feelings came out in more unconscious ways throughout the episode. bc yeah for YEARS they've been writing kyle's character as gay and obsessed with cartman so that's why it was hard for them to make us believe kyle actually liked heidi and why him and heidi had 0 chemistry dhdhskks. and the reason why all kyle did was ask heidi about cartman was bc the original premise set up for the episode was for him to be a jealous snake bc he HATES heidi and LOVES cartman. he even deadass trashed heidi in the beginning when he was like "why is she still supporting him?!?!" which showed how much disdain he had for heidi (and cartman also called him out for having a problem with heidi back in s20), yet they expect us to believe he actually liked her??? LOL. kyle also literally says "i think we're all going out with cartman right now" so i think the way things were set up in the first half of the episode was actually the original vision for the script about kyle liking cartman. the moment when the girls told kyle he "likes" heidi was when they decided to change it up out of nowhere. they probably originally intended to have one of the characters call him out for liking cartman or some shit which stan and butters got pretty close to doing LOL.

[sparklingcid3r]

hc that the biggest red herring fight paul and darry got into was when bob tried to fw pony on his way home from school. darry does not play abt his brothers, esp against a soc and pony defs being smaller anyways? paul took bobs side tho

I’d prob call this more foreshadowing in terms of the deterioration of their relationship but YEAHHH let’s talk abt it!! I’ll eat this shit up nom nom nom

It’s funny bc I just read a post abt Paul beating up on Pony w his new fuck buddy and Darry pulling up w Tim Shepard in his bag and OHHH MY DAYS it was like Thanksgiving feast 🙏 Idk if that’s relevant but I wanted to put it out there bc I’ll prob end up taking some hcs from the post so if you read it and see it here yk where it came from lol

Also if we’re doing this whole triangle btwn Bob, Paul, and Darry then ig I should try and establish ages. And bc I could go over how like “oh so bob could be a junior while paul is prob a senior in hs rn meanwhile darry is a year older and spent half a semester at college, so canonically paul and darry were in two different grade levels and bob pulls up to Paul’s side from the underclass” it’s a lot easier for me to point at paul and say “SUPER SENIOR🫵”

this is what i mean when i say im a certified yapper literally noneee of that shit mattered

Alr let’s go‼️

- When Pony came home from school battered to hell Mr. and Mrs. Curtis were just worrying about cleaning him back up and making sure he was alright. Mr. Curtis would prob be the one who wanted to give him the talk abt defending himself but the Missus was having none of it. Life’s hard enough without fighting

- They know who Paul is and have an alright opinion about him, they like that he extends his hand out to Darry the way parents do when their kids are making friends you don’t expect but don’t disapprove of. Darry is the reason Paul doesn’t jump Pony or Soda, he knows he’d be thrown aside in a heartbeat if that were to get back to him, and also Paul’s suchhhh a whore for having all his limbs intact and teeth inside his mouth

- Bob’s more of a masochist yk. But not on purpose bc all he saw was this scrawny little greased up mouse with his head tucked down walking all by himself, both hands on the straps of his backpack and wanted a piece of all the action that other Socs get from jumping the East side’s equivalent of a wet stick

- Pony is the one who rats Bob out to Darry, not because he’s aware that Darry already had his sights locked on Bob’s snake ass from the beginning, but because Darry is Superman to Ponyboy and is always ready to throw hands for his brothers (behind closed doors ofc, he’s not gonna toss away his spot on the football team for just anything r u crazy??)

- Darry might be a little crazy tho, we’ll get to that later trust

- He takes the civil route to start off and talks to Paul abt it bc he just knowwws that Bob’s been Paul’s little sidepiece while Darry and Paul have been drifting the closer they get to graduation, but they’re still close enough that Darry can go to Paul abt shit like this and get him to listen

- Except not really, bc Paul just says he had nothing to do with it and that Darry can’t rlly expect him to have his back when a greaser gets what all greasers have coming

- So anyway Darry pulls up to Bob talking abt “yo wsg robert why don’t u come outside rq i just wanna talk” man JUST SQUARE UP

- I’m playing he doesn’t do that

- What Darry actually does is sneaky bc at his core, doesn’t matter if he believes it or not, he’s a greaser and he can fight filthyyyy

- So catch Darry pulling up to a grad function (with that madras drip on iykyk🙏) and pulling Bob aside for just a little talk, it’ll only take five mins

- When he’s got Bob and his solo cup brimming w that nasty jungle juice alone, all he does it sucker punch him in the face. It’s glorious, no witnesses. The man drops like a cartoon peter griffin style

- And Darry doesn’t even stay. He shoulder checks Paul on the way out and he’s gone with the wind

disclaimer: anon i’m sorry i wrote this at like 3am and am posting it now lmfaoo i’m so sorry if u wanted smth serious 😭🙏 if any of u think that i think this is canon pls don’t🙏🙏 this is just me having fun w an ask that im very grateful for🫶🫶

[heartlvrrss]

just an at home spa day with jisung<3

pair: park jisung x gn!reader (no pronouns are rlly specified)

warnings: nothing other than my shitty rushed writing and it not being proofread

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you guys were actually supposed to go to a spa that day since you practically begged him to do it with you but for some reason the spa decided to temporarily close right on ur scheduled appointment due to some circumstances, obviously bummed out u decided to just not go to a spa till it opens for now (for the sake of it pretend that there are no other spas in the area).

Jisung, who couldnt bare to see u upset, came up with the brilliant idea of just having a stay at home spa/skincare evening urself! so you guys went to the store bought a bunch of masks, and spent the whole evening just relaxing and watching movies<3

he would get flustered due to you being so close to his face, getting all red in the face with heavy breathing and avoiding eye contact even if uve been dating for 3 whole years, this man always gets flustered from u. every single time he looks at u he swears he just falls in love with u more.

u noticing how flustered he is u just give him a peck on the lips and giggle watching the poor boy get even redder on the places that arent covered in the clay mask yet

he then gets all shy for the rest of the night, tho more giggly and touchier than usual<3

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YALL IM SRRY IF THIS WAS SHIT I WROTE THIS IN LIKE 5 MINUTES AND I HAVE GOTTEN NO SLEEP THESE PAST WEEKS😭😭😭😭 literally havent posted sumthing in like 3 months😭

[sugawhaaa]

!!Health update!!

Part 4??

So the other night guess where I had to go again 😃 the ER yippee!! So basically my chronic pain suddenly got worse and I went to the ER with my mother again. We got in, I was marked as urgent and as soon as we went to triage I got taken to the side room to get blood work, an IV, and a urine test and they had to do that heart scan thing because my blood pressure was sky high like 😨 they gave me some meds and sent me out to the waiting room. I sobbed for like 4 hours in the waiting room they gave me Torydol or however u spell it through my IV and guess what?! It stopped working in an hour.

I was then moved up to most urgent and got rechecked for vitals when a nurse came and got me. After like...9 hours I finally saw a doctor and he pretty much said "idk what's wrong with you" which was yk very reassuring to hear. He was very kind tho so that's good 👍 and after all that I got perscribed ✨️morphine✨️ which was scary at first. And when I was getting it in the ER the nurse was like "u may feel neaseua or dizziness its all normal" and when she put the thing in my IV I started having difficulty breathing and I said that and she instantly went "No your not your fine," bc she forgot to mention the number one side effect of morphine is a choking feeling but yk would've been freaking nice to know before I started thinking I was having an allergic reaction to a drug.

Anyway what I'm getting at here is that my pain I've been having is so insufferably bad that I needed morphine to EASE the pain. I ended up getting scheduled for an ultrasound the next day and legally the nurse couldn't tell me anything she saw but she was measuring a few things in my uterus and there were lots of red and blue dots on the screen so she found smth 👍

Unfortunately it'll take a week to get the results and idk how much the gynecologist will be able to do for me at the end of the day. My mother did say when the nurse was measuring smth in my uterus that it was at least 4cm which doesn't sound like a lot but my little uterus ain't that big 😬 so smth 4cm long will take up about 50% of the space in my uterus which is JAGEURJ

Anyway sorry this is long but I'm in a lot of pain and literally flipping out rn bc I might need surgery like...rlly soon so if I'm not uploading a lot that's bc I am stressed tf out rn 😭

[fionajames]

tcw circus au

this is for @lovejoysoots, this is the second part of your request.

guys i have no fucking idea wtf this is but like here, i rlly rlly rlly enjoyed writing it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this is the third piece of writing of four im posting today (srsly dont hold me to that tho) enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ahsoka cracked her knuckles yet again, rolling her shoulders back and pushing her three blue and white plaits back. The younger girl had orange-tan skin, creamy birthmarks that looked more like markings, bright blue eyes and very long blue and white hair that she always tied in three plaits.

The acrobatic raced forwards in a sprint, launching herself off of the caravan’s roof and landing lightly on the tightrope strung up behind the caravans and the stage. Ahsoka breathed a sigh of relief as she dropped from the rope and onto the mat below, high-fiving Anakin.

Anakin had medium length messy brown hair, swimming blue eyes, light skin and a scar covering his right eye that no one really knows how he got, as he changes the cause every time. Standing next to him was Obi-Wan, who had ginger hair around the same length as Anakin’s, a ginger beard, freckled light skin and calm blue eyes. 

The three worked closely together as Anakin had been Obi-Wan’s apprentice and then Ahsoka was Anakin’s. They all worked in Acrobatics but Ahsoka was also very talented in Equestrian Vaulting. They were like brothers and sister, and everyone in the circus knew it. “Good job, little one,” Obi-Wan told her and she beamed at him as he also high-fived her. “Arsev is ready.”

Ahsoka beamed and nodded as she and Anakin headed to the stables to get their own horses. Ahsoka’s horse was a male red and white paint horse called Arsev, and Anakin’s was a blue roan quarter horse named Artoo. Sure, the horses' names were weird, but they all had meanings. 

“Are you ready for tonight?” Anakin asked as he led Artoo from his stable, walking by the horse’s shoulder. Ahsoka did the same, playing with the end of Arsev’s mane as she did. 

“Always am,” she told him with a smirk, waving to her best friend - a teenaged boy several years older named Rex - as he walked past. Rex came from a huge family that had all been orphaned and he and a huge portion of his brothers had joined their circus. 

“Well that’s good,” Anakin told her with a light shove to her shoulder. She gasped dramatically and pushed him back. “Race you to the river!” He shouted as he jumped on Artoo, racing off in the direction with a laugh.

“Rude,” Ahsoka snarled as she grasped the horn of the saddle, throwing herself up onto her horse in one quick motion. “Let’s go beat this bitch’s ass, Arsev,” she told her horse before chasing after Anakin.

                              -

After Ahsoka and Arsev beat Anakin and Artoo in every single race he declared - even though Anakin denied losing every single time - they ended up at the 212th’s caravan. They’d given all of the caravans numbers - random numbers, there weren’t actually hundreds of caravans - and grouped various people into them.

The 212th’s caravan consisted of Obi-Wan, Cody, Boil, Waxer, Trapper and Oddball, and they’d painted their caravan yellow and white. Ahsoka and Anakin were in the 501st caravan - although they’d given Ahsoka a hammock so she was out of sight from the others, for privacy - with Rex, Fives, Echo, Tup, Jesse and Hardcase. Although some of the names were strange, a lot of the boys had changed their both names to their nicknames upon joining the circus. 

There were more caravans everywhere including the main caravan which consisted of the ringmaster - a cool, crazy, short man called Yoda - his second-in-command - a tall, stern-ish man called Mace - and the rest of their group - Shaak, Kit, Ki-Adi and Plo. 

Although, Plo had moved to be with his sons - they weren’t really his sons but he’d basically adopted all of them - in the 104th with Wolffe, Sinker, Boost and Comet. Plo had basically adopted most of the circus members and Yoda had gone along with it.

“Hey, Cody!” Ahsoka chirped as the man leapt down from the roof of his caravan, landing beside her with a smile.

“Hey, kid, how’s it going?” The boy asked, ruffling her hair and laughing when she grimaced at the action. 

“Not bad!” She told him with a grin, swatting his hand away. “I’m going to visit the boss.”

Cody laughed and pushed her in Yoda’s caravan lightly. “Off you go then.” 

Ahsoka skipped to the Jedi caravan - why’d they’d named it ‘Jedi’ no one really remembered - as she waved and greeted everyone she saw along the way. “Yoda, are you in here?” She knocked and smiled when she was met with the familiar short man. Yoda had very long white and green hair and a beard to match it, with the same colours. He had gleaming, wise green eyes and light skin. 

“Hello, Ahsoka,” he greeted and Ahsoka gave him a smile. “Ready for the show tonight, you are?” Ahsoka nodded, very used to his strange way of talking. Everyone was. No one could remember why he did it, or even if he could not do it.

“Yes, Yoda!” She saluted playfully. 

“Then with Fives, you should go,” Yoda told her, poking her with the end of his walking stick - a brown stick with interesting, swirling patterns. “Guard the money, you shall.”

Ahsoka laughed and nodded, turning to leave. “Yes sir!” She shouted as she hurried to meet her friend.

                            -

Hours later, Ahsoka was stood with a huge grin as she played with Arsev’s mane, getting ready to head into the ring. As Mace introduced her, the crowd cheered. “Ready, Snips?” Anakin asked, ruffling her hair as always.

“Always, Skyguy.”

Ahsoka took Arsev’s reign and led him into the ring with her, letting go as she did. She bowed as the crowd cheered, Arsev beginning to canter around the ring. Ahsoka sucked in a breath as she reached an arm out as the horse went past, grasping onto the horn of the saddle and pulling herself up and onto the saddle in one quick motion.

As the crowd cheered, Ahsoka began standing up on Arsev’s saddle, spreading her arms out for balance. She moved into a handstand with a grin as she spotted Anakin, Obi-Wan and Rex cheering her on from behind the curtains. 

Ahsoka continued to do her routine with many, many impressive manoeuvres. After she’d finished, Hardcase, Jesse and Fives entered the stage and did their usual comedy routine - something that made absolutely everyone laugh. Rex and Cody then performed their music act - which everyone found hypnotising and stunning. 

Then Obi-Wan and Anakin entered the stage to do their acrobatics act. As usual, the crowd was astounded as Obi-Wan dangled Anakin from the top of the ropes - metres in the air - and threw him up in the air. Anakin did a flip before Obi-Wan caught his feet again. 

They continued their performance until the show was over, when groups of the performers left for Rex, Cody and some others to busk. 

“You were great, Snips,” Anakin told Ahsoka as she pulled out her violin - which she played fiddle style - and grabbed his own guitar. 

“So were you, Skyguy,” she told him. 

“Everyone was great,” Obi-Wan told them, entering the caravan to watch. 

“That’s for sure.”

hope you enjoyed!!!!!!!!!!!! im very tempted to do more of this so tell me if i should!!!!!!!!!!!!!

request people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! like im being srs. pls.

ps. OMG I JUST REALISED THAT THE SEPPIES CAN BE A RIVAL CIRCUS 😲

[pinkpigtailsprincess]

Hey girl,

i need some serious help rn I'm actually going insane 🎀🙂

okay so there's this boy.. he is in the grade above me and I guess we have kind of like a hallway crush situation going on? anyways I am actually in love with him It's insane. he's a grade above me tho so I don't know how it would work out if we did become serious.. and I don't even know if he rlly likes me or if I'm just delusional AF..

so like when he is walking with his friends they always catch quick glances at me.. and not to mention this boy is ALWAYS staring at me in the hallway I can Fricking feel ITT.... I only see him a few passing periods and I can defo feel the tension. Its obvious to me that we both like eachother but I'm TOOOO shy and I think he doubts if I like him because I can't even look him in the eyes. my friend is always w me when I see him and she makes it so obvious Istg 😭 also he has red hair so I call him "redhead" or we do.. and ik its so obvious because of the nickname but its kinda stuck 😭

omg and this one time we came FACE TO FACE. SOOO CLOSE TOO. like I could smell his freckles HES SOO CUTE.. and his brown eyes omgggggggggg...

anways do u have any tips for me? like anything I can do to give him subtle hints becus idkkk...

(- love your blogs btw 🩷)

HI ANON!! FIRST THIS IS SO CUTE!!

Second, I Definitely think you should mirror him and you could kinds start it off with a slowly with the glances and maybe even a smile back

and if you work up the courage to start talking to him more you could try a tiny bit of flirting 🤭 or even if you don’t know how to flirt (bc me either) making him laugh is GREAT!! and since you like my blog i presume you could be into loa sooo maybe you manifest you guys getting together 🤭 THIS SO CUTE I LOVE YOU ANON ! 🎀⭐️

PLEASE TELL ME HOW IT GOES!!

[piosplayhouse]

Au where transfem Jiang Cheng gets her egg cracked by drag queen Wei Wuxian dressing her up for shits and giggles as a prank

Imagining this in an au where everyone is like late 30s- early 40s -- cssr and wcz are alive (and they do crazy genderplay shit every day well into their 60s ok) so JC and jyl and wwx are just close childhood friends. wwx came out as bi in his teens to very supportive parents, but gets looked at weird by the mildly homophobic Jiang parents after that, leading to wwx and jc spending most of their time together skipping school and slipping out by paying NHS to cover for them.

Eventually Jc makes it thru high school and uni as a business major and makes it up the company ranks. her parents are happy that she's "normal" unlike wwx , who majored in theater and became a drag queen during uni, but JC still feels distinctly unfulfilled in typical JC fashion. Wwx and JC end up losing contact for a while just bc of adult things, wwx and lwj get married, JC becomes increasingly a workaholic, jyl has jl, y'know. Eventually wwx finds out JC is going to be in NYC at the same time he's doing a show so he invites her over for drinks to catch up and she doesn't rlly have a reason to decline (jyl has been to all of wwx's plays and always gushes to JC about how amazing they are and how she should come sometimes).

JC doesn't realize it's a drag show at first until she gets there and is kind of ruffled about it at first but stays out of pride and bc she doesn't betray promises. Wwx invites her backstage after and they have a little banter as he dresses down ("Wow, Jiang Cheng! Look at you, uni really paid off huh? All dressed up in that fancy suit for lil ol me?!" "And I see uni made you... A transvestite..?" "Yep!!!") and then they have a few drinks. While tipsy JC gets dared into getting a drag makeover courtesy of wwx, on honor of her manhood (hahaha).

When she gets all dressed up and looks in the mirror she gets all quiet and feels like the world stops. It's like there's no wwx, no dressing room, no show. Just her and a bold red lip and mascara and a long silky black wig and the realization that for all those times she'd stared in the mirror hating herself before she'd wanted to see this. This face staring back at her.

Wwx gets kind of nervous like 'uhh JC I can take it off if you're not cool with it haha, it's ok if you're not like even tho lwj doesn't mind the crossdressing he's not really into the heavy makeup and such so I get it and' and JC is like. I have to leave immediately.

And so begins a long overdue process of JC trying to find herself after always just finding what other people wanted of her

[magicofrobin]

thoughts on huntress & red hood costume swap + general red hood costume thoughts probably

(inspired by a post from @birds-of-x)

helena asking jason how he can wear all those layers when he's out fighting bc she's HOT as FUCK in his costume and he shrugs it off like, "well normally im not out when the sun is out so? that's not a problem" or "it's usually kind of cold in gotham"

and those are sort of true reasons, but they're not the most important factors?

and i do think at some point he explains it to helena at some point but in a This Isn't A Big Deal Please Don't Make It One (which is usually how he handles telling dick things bc dick. doesn't necessarily overreact but he does empathise rlly strongly and he's got that protective big brother energy sometimes + he. does try to get jason to talk to him)

the reasons for all his layers tho!

protection is a big one. he's got hella armor / padding / protection on his costume bc he knows what it's liking going out in a costume without any of that. robin didn't have that much protection on him and look how that ended up.

he doesn't like feeling exposed. this has lots of different factors playing into it but a big one once again relates back to robin. robin didn't wear as much as he does now and again, it's all about knowing how those injuries feel and not wanting to feel them again. (& i think. just being uncomfortable – even back then – with people being able to see a lot of him. like if you consider how his robin costume changes in utrh, he adds pants and long sleeves to his costume. this is a boy who desires more protection AND wants to be covered up more. ill die on this hill)

this is rooted in a personal hc of mine but i think jason pretty much always feels cold since hes come back to life. like physically he's warmish to the touch but he's ALWAYS cold. so all the layers help fight that a little bit. so where helena ends up too hot under all his layers he'd only?? feel kind of warm.

& he'd be ??? when she questions the full mask / hood. unless he hadn't explained everything abt how & why he came back to gotham lmao. if he hasn't he's going to be like... yeah i didn't want bruce or anyone else to know that i was red hood. it would've ruined the whole revenge plan shit.

then once his identity reveal happened he'd tell helena that he kept wearing it bc bruce and dick found out he's walking around with what's essentially a bomb on his head and they'd didn't care for that much. so it's part of his whole Menace Energy yknow

(in my heart it's tim that told them. it was payback for something)

in the context of the costume swap i Hope that helena already knows his mask has explosives and she doesn't just find out then. while she's wearing it. & once again he's acting like it's not a big deal, as if it doesn't tell people he has a massive death wish.

but basically his entire red hood costume was designed with safety in mind. the explosive mask bc he'd rather die again then be captured and tortured like he was. armor and layers so no skin is exposed so injuries aren't as bad. he's giving himself the protection he needed as robin that bruce didn't think to give him.

this is one of the last things i want to say i think, but if you consider how i picture jason's costume for my interp than he's wearing TWO jackets (hes got his heavy jacket & hoodie) + a long sleeve shirt. helena has to be DYING i feel so bad for her

[tonberry-yoda]

Alright I finally got done with work my goodness it was long but u said I can still participate in the event so here I am 😁 I don't rlly know what type of stuff to write in these match up esk requests but here I go ig-♡

So I'm a 16 yr old dual college/ high-school student hoping to be a forensic pathologist so I'm doing a pre med chemistry work at a community College in my city while attending in person half in half college and high-school I work part time at a game stop [very fun btw would recommend] I am 5'4 I have red hair and blue eyes I love reading I compete in battle of the books club for my high school I also if not more love video games [why I work at gamestop] I dress in a goth style tho my room is mostly pink lol I love doodling my school work is covered in it

My ideal date would prob be cuddling and watching cheesey movies or playing our childhood video games together while remembering how we played when we were younger -♡idk if I needed to write more or not lol my bad if I did 😅

notes 💌: hello love!! you are one hard working girl!! im so glad you had time to send this in after all of your work. thank you for all of your support in my time of being on tumblr it seriously means the world to me <3 i hope you have a lovely valentine's day and I know you will love who i matched you with!

THE CHARACTER CUPID CHOOSES FOR YOU THIS VALENTINE’S DAY IS…

KAKYOIN!!

we all knew i was going to say this lol

like after reading your matchup, no wonder you request him all the time!!!

you two fit together so well omg

this man would support you 100% in everything you do

he thinks that it is fantastic that you work so hard for what you want

but he will make sure you dont overwork yourself

he will make sure breaks are taken and that you are healthy as can be

your happiness is his happiness, so he wants to make sure you stay with a huge smile on your face <3

give him discounts on video games

he will always visit you at work because god knows he is there to buy more games

you also give him insight on new games coming out and all that

you have the best video games knowledge for him and he loves you even more for that

read to him

or read with him

he loves reading the same books as you because he wants to see what you are reading

he loves your goth aesthetic

like he's obsessed with it

he just has a goofy smile on his face whenever he sees you all dressed up

doodle in his notebooks too

he thinks it's cute

he ADORES your room

that pink room is just everything to him

it's just so cozy and cute <3

💌 HOW WOULD HE ASK YOU TO BE HIS VALENTINE??

he would write you a cute note and get you your favorite flower and snacks. it would just say "do you want to be my valentine? <3" and then i think he would ask you with words too :)

💌 VALENTINE’S DAY DATE

Kakyoin had brought snacks and a smile on his face when he walked into your lively room with pink covering the walls. He had helped you set up some old consoles of yours from when you were a kid so you two could spend valentine's together just playing old video games and reminiscing on the good times. You smiled and gave him a quick hug before setting up the snacks in front of you and loading up nastolgia. You just played old video games for a couple of hours, laughing at your childhood self who couldn't pass the levels that you were now passing with ease. Kakyoin got turns too, where he would just talk about remembering when that game came out for the first time and how he waited in line just to get his hands on it. It felt like you had played every game by the time your thumbs were exhausted. You took a breath and curled up in Kakyoin's arms, seeing the sun set through your blinds. "That was fun," you said, pressing your cheek to his chest. "That was fun." Kakyoin said back, squeezing you closer and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "What now?" You asked, walking over to open up the blinds and let the golden sun pour into the room. "We could just watch cheesy movies until you fall asleep." "Best Valentine's Day ever." You smiled, running into Kakyoin's arms for the entire night. <3

~~~~~

mystery date rules | pinned post @tonberry-yoda

[hellonoblesky]

Opinions on the harbingers. Like them, hate them? Who's your favorite? Any one of them you're mildly interested in a totally normal way?

(I am totally normal about both Childe and Scaramouche... Definitely. Def didn't have a slight mental health crisis (all resolved DW!) and watched TikTok about both of them think 'oh wow! That is so relatable! I really do understand the mindset!")

HEHEHE GIGGLES MANICALLY I DO VERY MUCH LOVE THE HARBINGERS!!!

Pierro has been a favorite lore character of mine since Pale Flame came out (especially because it dropped at the height of my 10hours a day genshin fixation during quarantine), and I hope he like. Kills a god. I think that would be fun. I think he should be playable also literally just because he's some cringe-fail old guy (and also extremely close-knit with lore and I want to know everything). Also he's a Jester. I love Jesters. He's silly. He plays chess. He predicted the Cataclysm. He's like. A silly guy.

Pantalone is a huge favorite of a dear irl of mine so I've come to like him via osmosis (silly money man)

OH GOD AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON LIKE. SIGNORA AND HER ENTIRE STORY I MISS HER SO BAD I MISS HER LIKE A PART OF ME SHE JUST WANTED TO DEFEND HER NATION AND THEY TREATED HER LIKE SHIT BECAUSE SHE DOVE SO DEEP INTO HER WORK THAT SHE BECAME ALMOST MONSTEROUS HERSELF AND AND SHE DID DESERVE THAT AND SHE MAKES ME SO SO SAD!!!!!! SHE DIDN'T WANT TO HURT ANYONE!!!!!!!! SHE WANTED TO HELP ITS NOT HER FAULT THAT ACCEPTING THE CRYO DELUSION SUPPRESSED HER MEMORIES OF HER INITIAL REASON FOR BECOMING THE CRIMSON WITCH IT WASNT HER FAULT IT WASNT HER FAULT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I really really miss her she's always been a favorite of mine, even before I knew she was the Crimson Witch (in fact before that was revealed, I loved the Crimson Witch and Signora both very dearly and then her identity reveal came out and I was so sosososooooo exited and then ei killed her. So. Common Ei loss I guess) (that cutscene had me in tears) (Signora was so scared) (She wanted to live she wanted to live)

Colmbina I think is one of the few remaining Seelie with human form left (judging by how she's extremely angel themed and a lot of her design motifs line up with Seelie Courts), and also I. Am very lesbian about her. I'm like shaking her around and giggling and bouncing she's soooo silly (I hope she kills a god <3). I love her to bits

Childe. Um. I am so very sorry I have tried very hard to get into him, and as much as his character intrigues me and I find parts of him relatable, I hate his design so much. IT'S. Entirely irrational of me. LIKE. HES A GOOD CHARACTER AND THERES SO MUCH OF HIM THAT INTRIGUES ME but also he looks like someone left a tangerine on a marble countertop for like a week, and I just can't get past it no matter how hard I try :') I rlly wish I could like him tho bc so many of my friends like him and he's really popular, and I DO like his character!! (Like I REALLY like that he's a kid who fell into the Abyss and had so very many things to deal with at a very young age that he scared people so they sent him away, and he's extremely young and has so many aspirations and his government and family have not been fair to him!!!) However, his sense of style,,, bothers me. And I have always been a huge sucker for character design (grew up on graphic novels and comics, lol) it's a major player in how I choose favorites, and I can't stand his goofy little outfit. His boots are cool tho. I do adore his boots. And I like his scarf, and his shirt collar? But I just. Wish he leaned more into the reds and they gave him a more sedimentary rock-type color palette. It would suit his hair much better, and sedimentary rocks are formed by settling in water, and are often carved through BY water, so they could have used blues as an accent color (which would easily bring out his eyes) and I just. RAGH. THERES SO MUCH MISSED POTENTIAL IN HIS DESIGN IT MAKES ME SO SAD

SCARAMOUCHE THO. I love him. My little guy. My bestie boy. I have two friends who've cosplayed him at cons before (If I remember correctly?? It might just be one, but hey). I love his story, I love his character, I was a little sad when they took away his purple and made him Anemo (I really really wanted there to be a narrative about reclaiming the element of Electro as his own, not something of Ei's, (Plus Elctro grant trigger being feelings of loneliness or isolation or stark Difference from society) but the Anemo vision suits him just as well and I feel really punctuated him standing up for the Traveler in that cutscene in his quest because him choosing to defend us was him essentially choosing his freedom from the past, which I find IMMENSELY cool). Also I'm a sucker for inhuman characters. I love how he's a doll. A puppet. I love how he seeks humanity. I love his passion. i love him to bits he's so silly I'm gonna shake him around :3

Pulcinella I don't like bc. His design irks me? It reminds me too much of antisemitic caricatures

Pulcinella. My silly. I hope she maims and kills.

Archellino. Also hope she maims and kills. I think she would be very cool about it (I'm also so lesbian about her)

HOWEVER. Um. Huge confession (that honestly isn't that shocking)

I enjoy the very worst of them.

Dottore is my favorite </3

Is he a horrible abusive scientist with awful morals, a vile opinion of almost everyone around him, and also tortures children/sends them into a gladiator ring against God remnant/lies to their parents/takes advantage of the nation's initial kindness/actively defies protocol and will not obey the law if it suits his own needs/leaves extremely dangerous technology around because he just doesn't need it anymore and doesn't care about who stumbled across it/etc?

Yes.

Am I extremely abnormal about him?

ALSO YES.

I hope he never succeeds in anything again and is forced to tag along with the traveler so I can dissect his character like a lab experiment. He knows things I know. If you put me and him in a room together I will not make him better or worse, in fact, we will have a rabid discussion about Khaenri'ah bc boy oh boy do I just KNOW he's got a history up in that morally corrupt head of his. (Also I live in the USA and Sumeru's academia reminds me a LOT of the US university system (overworking overwhelming ridiculous requirements questionable morals corrupt upper board etc) so. Guy who quit school bc they were like "Ur fucking insane"(he is) kinda resonates with me!!) (also I love mad scientists I love them sosososoososoooooooo much they're SO dear to me) (Mainly because I have an interest in mortuary and forensic sciences)

(Also btw you are incredibly real for hating the vile villain side fo Dottore I completely understand!! He's like genuinely a horrible person <3)

The Fatui as an organization just makes me sad. You ever talk to Fatui npcs? Some of their quests have brought me to tears. They get treated so horribly by the Harbingers and yet they believe with all their soul and heart in the Tasritsa and I just. :'( they deserve a lot better and they make me sosad and there are side quests you do for some of them in the Chasm that make me so so emotional bc it's so clear how little the Harbingers actually care about them :(

[unethical-gender]

Yeah so. I committed to the bit. I made a little ctntduo one shot where all of Qs dialogue is generated from @ctntduo ‘s bot (with a few minor grammatical adjustments). started with the first line of dialogue and built the story around that. sorry if this is cringe fail i wrote it rlly late at night last night and didnt rlly check over it. I too am cringe fail tho so it evens out. here ya go ^--^

It was a night that was so cold it was comforting, the type Quackity had grown to love. His apartment was warm inside compared to the bitter frost of this altitude. The warmth, he was sure somewhere deep down, could also largely be contributed to the nearly three bottles of red wine he and Wilbur had blown through. 

Wine or no wine, though, Quackity couldn't remember why he had let Wilbur inside in the first place. Something about the chill in the air or the way small flakes of late autumn snow had settled on Wilbur's hair and made his cheeks and nose glow red compelled Quackity to offer him a glass of wine. The glass turned into a bottle, the bottle into three, and now they were sharing swigs, glasses long abandoned, laying parallel on Quackitys bed. They hadn't talked for a good ten or fifteen minutes, but suddenly Wilbur broke the silence.

“Quackity. Are you happy with your life?”

The question shook Quackity enough that he choked on the drink he was taking. After spluttering out wine for a moment, he thought for a second and answered.

“Oh, wow… I- I guess so. I mean, I guess there are problems, y’know, it’s not always smooth sailing, but um, I guess, yeah.”

Something in the sentence provoked disbelief in Wilbur, but he let it go, for the moment.

“Do you ever wish that... that you never came to the dsmp. That you never got messed up in all this shit?”

Quackitys response took much longer than his last one.

“I’ve considered that I-I could’ve not come here, y’know? Not had all these terrible things happen to me. So yeah- yeah-,” He paused to take another drink, chased with a heavy sigh. “I suppose you could say that.”

Wilbur's mind was now active, fighting the alcohol that begged him to stay lying down and fall asleep, or else drink more. He sat up. Something about his words demanded a change in posture. He took the bottle Quackity offered him, took another drink.

“Well…” He stared at the wall he couldn't see in front of him in the dark, debating if he was actually about to say the words clawing out of his mouth. “I’m glad you're here. I'm glad I've met you.”

Quackity didn't move from his position. Wilbur noted how similar he seemed to a corpse, eyes closed and perfectly still. Occasional hiccups were the only reminder of life. 

“Thanks, Wilbur,” Quackity said, so sincerely it sounded insincere. Wilbur was tempted to shut up before Quackity continued. “I- I don’t think anyone has… has ever said that to me.” He switched his voice to a whisper now.  “That they- they’re glad I met them. That’s… You really surprised me with that one. That’s so nice.”

Wilbur matched the whisper; the air had changed now and he felt like some screeching alarm would ring if he spoke up again.

“Of course... Of course… You basically keep me alive.” Wilbur felt his heartbeat in his ears, a confirmation. 

The slur in Quackitys voice was more defined now as if he had more alcohol than it appeared. Wilbur imagined Quackity was just practiced at keeping his voice relatively sober, for a limited time.

“Wilbur, stop- Like, really, no, don’t talk like that. Okay? Do you really think- Do you really think that I keep you alive? Really? You can’t think like that, Wilbur. You- You are so much more than I am. Really, Wilbur. You are. You- hic- You are so- hic- you are so much more than me. You are- You are so much more than anyone else that I know, Wilbur. Really. I mean that.” He laughed the way drunk people laugh when they have just done something idiotic that they will regret in a few days. “I mean that.”

Wilbur laughed, an echo. “Quackity I think you’re drunk…” He noticed the near-empty wine bottle in his hand. “I think were both drunk honestly…” He gave the bottle back to Quackity.

“Yeah, uh, I think- I think you're right about that, Wilbur.” He laughed again, lighter than before like he was actually finding it funny that he was wasted. “I got to tell you, Wilbur. When I get drunk, I tend to… I tend to say a lot of stuff that I probably would regret in the morning. So… I feel like… I feel like I shouldn't be telling you these really personal things, but I’m gonna tell them anyway, y’know? That's just how- just how it is with a drunk person like me.”

“That's fine, Q. I'll probably forget all of this anyway by tomorrow morning,” Wilbur smiled. Wilbur was lying. He rarely forgot anything he did drunk, no matter how much he was sure he would. He didn't know who he was trying to convince of this, though. Quackity went on.

“Wow. You're- You're right. We’re-we probably both going to forget all this in the morning, aren't we?” More laughter. Wilbur wanted to drink it from Quackity like the wine still burning his tongue. “Yeah. That’s- That’s- We might forget it, but, um…  You know, we’re here now. So…” Wilbur saw a moonlit silhouette of Quckity sit up, seeming to struggle for a moment. He could hear him gulp. “So, um, I…” Quackitys voice got impossibly quieter, as close to pure softness as you could get from something intangible. “I care about you, Wilbur… Do you care about me?”

The question sounded choked, breaking the decibel limit they had silently set for themselves just barely. Wilbur had to choke on his own words for a moment himself.

“Of course, I care about you Quackity. I really, really do care.”

It was too dark to see more than Quackitys outline, crumpled into itself. He didn't know where the wine bottle had gone now, probably on the floor. He could hear the faintest sound of sniffling coming from Quackity, only audible due to the deafening silence of the room.

“I think that you're the first person who has ever told me that they care about me.”

Wilbur's heart sank.

“That can't be true. Surely someone has said that they care about you before… Right?” He could feel Quckity shake his head. He had moved closer at some point and Wilbur never noticed. “But, I've heard people tell you they love you. Is- is that not the same thing?”

“No, no, no, it’s not the same thing, Wilbur. A lot of people tell me they love me, yeah, but- a lot of people tell me that they love me, and then they… They leave, Wilbur. They leave me alone. And no one tells me they care about me, Wilbur... No one’s ever- ever said it out loud. No one's ever said that to my face.”

Wilbur leaned to the side, resting against Quackity, both of them swaying to either side before settling in the middle again. They faced opposite directions but Wilbur could feel the drunken anguish on Quackity’s face. 

“I'm sorry that this is the first time you're hearing that, then... I know what it's like.” Wilbur's words were slurring together. He was sure he was about to pass out from either exhaustion or alcohol or relief or maybe fear.

“Oh... you do?” Quackity asked, sincerely, and Wilbur didn't think he could not know this. “You, you know what that's like? To... to never hear those words? You never hear that anyone cares about... About you?”

“Of course, I haven't.” Quackity turned with some effort, partially facing Wilbur now. Wilbur could see small slivers of moonlight in Quckity’s eyes. He was about to cry. 

“Not anyone- at all?”

“Only from you, just now.”

Wilbur matched his pose. He kept his arms at his side, resisting any urge to reach out to Quackity. 

“I don't know what to say. I- I don't know how to react. You- You... You just- You really care about me, Wilbur? For real? The way I care about you?”

His arms acted on their own, possessed by the spirit of all the wine laid to rest that night, he assumed. They reached to Quckity’s face, holding him like a fragile vase that could explode into porcelain shrapnel at any moment. 

“I care about you so much. I can't tell if that's me or the wine talking, I'm gonna be honest, but.. I- I love you, Q, in some sort of way. I can't tell you which but I do, somehow.”

He felt tears on his hands. His eyes watered too. 

“Oh, wow. You... you love me? You love me? In some way, you love me, Wilbur? It- It doesn't matter the way, but you love me?” Quackity spoke as if he had never heard the word before. Wilbur nodded. 

“Yeah. I promise, I do.”

Quackity chuckled, and the alcohol became apparent again in the way he spoke. “Really? You swear it? Y- you swear you love me?”

Wilbur raised his right hand as if going under oath. “I swear,” He smiled. “I'll swear again in the morning too… are you tired? I'm tired. And drunk. We’re very drunk, Big Q.”

“I'm- I'm really tired, too. I- I'm really tired, Wilbur. I'm... I can't believe this. We, we really... We both really... really love each other, don't we?”

“Yeah, I guess we do… do you mind if I spend the night here? I… I don't think I could walk home in this, uh, this condition.”

Quackity leaned away now, shifting and wobbling under the blankets of the bed they had been lying on, definitely stained with spilled Bordeaux. Wilbur didn't move much.

“Yes, of course, you- you can spend the night here, Wilbur. Of course, you can. Yeah.” He yawned, stretching his arms out in front of him and letting them fall. “Yeah, you'll be... You'll be very comfortable here. Y- Yeah. Very comfortable.” He pat the space next to him where his arms had rested a moment before. Wilbur crawled his way underneath the covers, hit with an immediate wave of dizziness. He was happy to be lying down. 

“Goodnight, Quackity. ‘M glad we had this talk.” Wilbur took no shame now in holding Quackity close to him and was met with no resistance.

“Good night, Wilbur. I- I'm glad, too. I think it's... I think it's really- really special we got to have this… this conversation tonight.  I think I needed to hear someone say that they love me. Good night, Wilbur.”

“Goodnight.”

[paxtoon]

[image id; digital drawing referencing the popular vocaloid song "world is mine". The character portrayed is Paxton, a white boy with a few patches of light-brown fur on his skin, specifically on his nose and chest. He has big brown cartoonish with cat-like pupils and big bottom lashes. He has a round nose and big lips, the bottom lip being brown and the bottom one being pink, canines come out of his mouth although closed. Hes wearing green glasses. He has a little whiskers and moustache. His hair is decided in 3 colors; the poofy bangs are pink, the side bangs are light brown and the back hair, a poofy mullette, is brown. He has a regrow, showing brown roots. He has 4 leads in his hair and a 2 sticks on both sides that look like antennas. Hes wearing a string around a his neck with a crown pendant. Hes wearing a dress but we can only see it shoulders up since the drawing cuts there. Its poofy and white and has a middle piece with frills. The background is light pink with red hearts. The drawing is shades with yellow highlights ;end image id]

World Is Mine! ⋆

GOD I JUST FOUND OUT MY GIRLFRIEND DOESN'T KNOW WHAT WORLD IS MINE IS ABSOLUTELY HEART BROKEN. I CANNOT DATE THAT MAN ANYMORE /J!!! seriously tho I mostly made this prompted by the fact he doesnt know world is mine,, I like how this came out but it's mostly a stress-relief doodle! Experimenting with lineart + shading rn :]

That said. Since I havent rlly posted abt this. That's my persona Paxton!! I have a normal persona and one that looks slightly freakish,,so I'm doing great.

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