#Out Of Charm [OOC]

[good-beanswrites]

If you're still taking requests, could I ask for Futa finding our that Yuno was lying about getting beaten up in her first interrogation?

You sure can 👀👀👀👀 Omg, I'm a fake 02-03 fan, how have I never thought about that moment before? I assumed he'd know eventually, but for someone who's so honest (and likely already has issues with a disloyal friend group) an actual confession would be so painful... Thank you so much for the request, it reminded me how much I loved writing these two ;--;

“I can’t believe it!” Fuuta laid across Yuno’s bed, staring up at the ceiling. “I can’t fucking believe it!”

“Ooh~ is this about Shidou-san?” Yuno stepped out of a pair of shoes, grabbing another. She walked back and forth with accessories she’d requested or borrowed from the others. After scrutinizing them in the mirror, she’d try on something else. 

“Of course it is! Why aren’t you freaking out about this?”

It was a rhetorical question, she knew. This was one of those times Fuuta wasn’t really listening to anything except the rant in his own head. It could be annoying, but between him and Mahiru, Yuno actually enjoyed the chance to sit back and let someone else take over the conversation. 

“He comes out of his interrogation, casually laughing about the warden being young and kicking him, then expects us to be okay with it? That makes four out of five interrogations someone got hurt! It’s a good thing I showed them they can’t fuck with someone like me, eh? But a pushover like Shidou gets abused and laughs! Argh!” 

Fuuta sat up suddenly, trying to find somewhere to put his anger. He caught Yuno’s eye through the mirror. “There’s no way this is legal, locking us up with some violence-crazed warden! You know what I just keep thinking about, every day?”

Yuno gave a small “hm?” knowing he’d tell her anyway. She turned her eyes away, pretending to fix the ribbon in her hair. It was becoming less and less enjoyable to sit back and let him talk, this time. She was starting to see where this conversation would end. She knew what she needed to do.

“I just keep thinking, what are we going to do about Mahiru?”

“What do you mean?”

She was met with a dumbfounded look. 

“We can’t just let her go in there by herself! Haruka and Shidou have some size and strength on Es, so like a coward they only showed a bit of force. But they know you and Muu were much smaller and weaker, so they really took it out on you both. I mean, I could hear Muu crying during her interrogation, and she came out still sniffling. Whatever the hell happened, it can’t be good. Just think of what’ll happen to Mahiru if we leave her alone in there! I’ve started thinking about what we can do.”

She laughed, picking up a headband. “Fuuta, you can’t do anything. It’s not like you’d be able to break in during the interrogation. I’m sure Mahiru-san will be just fine.”

“You can’t be sure, in a place like this. I’ve been thinking about this! I was even talking to Kotoko, and we think it’s possible to sneak in beforehand.”

“And if you get caught? What if you get Mahiru-san in more trouble?”

It was all she could think to say. She knew the truth had to come out eventually, but if there was a chance she could calm Fuuta down and avoid a fight altogether, she’d take it. Yuno wasn’t afraid of him. However, just because he was all bark and no bite didn’t make his bite any easier to handle. If she was putting the pieces together correctly, it still did end up killing someone…

Instead of slowing down, his face lit up with even more intensity. He leapt to his feet, appearing behind Yuno in the mirror. “See, that’s where my backup plan comes in! We’ll get the others involved. An interrogation will be the perfect time to stage a riot because –”

“Oh, Fuuta.”

“– I mean it! How are they and that stupid rabbit going to stop all of us, huh? It’s high time we stood up to this injustice! Give that brat a taste of their own medicine –”

“Just, listen for a second.”

“– We won’t use any violence or anything! Unlike them, we’re above that. Just give them a good scare, and demand that they –”

“Fuuta.”

“What?” He sounded exasperated, but paused to let her speak. She hadn’t raised her voice; he was learning to tell when she was serious.

“There’s... something I need to tell you.” Her tone made it clear that this would be a pretty weighty confession. Annoyance flashed across his face, like is now really the time for this? 

Yuno turned to face him. She reached for his hands, knowing the wonders a bit of physical contact can do. Fuuta just rolled his eyes as he tore his hands away. She was constantly reminded that her usual tricks didn’t work on him. She also reminded herself, however, that it was a relief. She didn’t feel like holding hands now.

“I… I wasn’t honest about my interrogation. Es didn’t touch me. They were actually really calm, and we had a good conversation. They didn’t want the others to hear that and just walk all over them, so I promised to tell the story they came up with. I heard Muu talking, and she didn’t face any violence either. She was just scared.”

“You – she – what?” Fuuta sputtered on his words. His face turned a few shades redder than it already had been in his excitement.

“The lie wasn’t supposed to be a big deal, or drag out this long. Definitely not to the point of inspiring a prison riot, oh god. I felt bad that you even went after Es because of it–”

“Yeah!” His voice rose. “I stood up to them for you! I coulda gotten punished for that!”

“No, Es knew why you did it, so I’m sure they never would have –”

“You can’t be sure!” He turned to pace the cell, emotion leaking out in sudden pitches in his voice, or a hand jerking up in wild gestures. “So when were you planning on telling me? Or were you just going to lie to my face for another few months?”  She could see the gears turning in his head – all the arguments and comebacks and insults he was formulating. “And what else have you been lying to me about?” 

That’s when she noticed that the look in his eyes wasn’t one of rage. Nor was the blood in his cheeks. Though he was indeed angry, he was also dealing with the embarrassing truth of being lied to for months.

“I haven’t lied about anything else,” she assured him. She bowed her head. “And I won’t. I’m so sorry. It was supposed to be something quick that everyone forgot about. Once they had their interrogation and had their own impression of the warden, no one would think about it.”

“You expect me to believe a shitty excuse like that? Why would we all just forget?”

“Fuuta…” She smiled sadly. “Everyone did forget. You’re the only one who still talks about it. You’re the only one who’s done anything in response. I felt so guilty you’d put yourself out like that, for me, someone you barely met.” 

Yuno paused. She hadn’t meant to use any flattery to steer the conversation. She was supposed to just tell him the truth and leave it at that.

But this wasn’t flattery. She was still speaking the truth. “Everyone else did exactly what I expected, except you. You stood up for me. I don’t take that lightly, okay? I’m grateful.”

Fuuta’s eyes burned with more fury. He jabbed a pointing finger at her.

“You’re right!” 

“...eh?”

“Those bastards didn’t do a single thing! They heard a young girl got abused and they just let it happen? They tried laughing it off? How dare they!” He whirled around. “Oh, I’m gonna give them a –”

Yuno grabbed the back of his uniform “You aren’t going to do anything. If you get everyone riled up now, it’ll be for nothing, remember? But you can’t tell. I still promised Es I’d keep their secret through the first trial.”

“Tch, you don’t owe them shit.”

“If you tell, you’ll get me in trouble. Please.” She let go of him. “Can I trust you with this?”

He kept his back to her. “You didn’t before.”

“You’re right.” She wasn’t the type to waffle around with excuses.

She started putting away her things. It was almost mealtime, and she didn’t have the heart to continue, anyway. Through the mirror, she watched Fuuta hang around the doorway. His expression shifted through emotions that Yuno couldn’t quite put her finger on. All his fire was fizzling out.

“Just… you swear it won’t happen again?” 

“I swear.”

Fuuta nodded. Then, a grin. “And you swear I can tell them off after this trial ends?”

She returned the smirk. “One promise at a time, ’kay?”

[jewelstole]

sexy things to do near sel : don't be fucking annoying.

[bloodsworn-marshal]

Current status of the Pipin and Pipdede obsession board (Plus my actual WoL + Themis)

[pure-patissiere]

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[cottonflurry]

Had the honor to make a double-sided charm for @coffeecats900 's fantroll, Leicha!

[intothemacabre]

GOING TO MURDER HOUSE TODAY AHHHHHHHHH

[carnagewed]

thinking abt pre-asylum eddie ……… serial killer using his charms to catch victims ………

[voltttmeter]

roman after that stupid fight he got into (as in sort of a follow-up to this)

[devilagent]

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favorite picture/screencap of your muse? / ask prompt.

no pants blair for the win!

[xluciifer]

If I ever have a shipping thread with a Vox going, please, for the love of god, don't make Vox roll up his sleeves. I'm begging you.

[mostlyghostlyy]

Got my notifs on for ur blog specifically for the Longlegs content. So down bad for this nasty little old freak satanist man.

Anyway loving ur writing! I love that you keep his character as gross as he is instead of sort of normalizing(?) him?

Men should not be normalized in any way

[iwozlegit]

|| 🍍• I want to know what happened to Knock Out after Predacons Rising.

I want to know if he did eventually gel with his new team family.

I want to know if he struggled with all the mushy Autobot rhetoric and kindness, and maybe fought against it.

I want to know if he was forced to shadow Ratchet as a sort of probation to make sure he wasn’t still “a naughtycon bad boy with the emperor of destruction on speed dial.”

I want to know if he found it morbidly insulting having been the Decepticons medical officer.

I want to know if anyone watched him stand awkwardly on the sidelines while they all caught up after a day rebuilding and working for a movie night and the like, and felt sympathetic towards him.

I want to know if anyone reached out to him on said sidelines and made sure to discreetly pay extra attention to him so he knew he was part of the group, even if he played his egotistical nonchalant character on steroids so no one would ever think he could possibly care about being alone.

I want to know if Knock Out was subconsciously grateful someone could see through him like Breakdown had.

I want to know if that made Knock Out feel guilty.

I want to know if he felt alone.

I want to know if this occasional niceness from someone new began to make him feel uncomfortable having been so long and having become so accustomed to the opposite.

I want to know if he eventually ever uncovered that it was Arachnid that killed Breakdown through accidental word-of-mouth.

I want to know if he was content with knowing, or felt a sudden need to seek revenge wherever she may have lain.

I want to know if anyone reached him in time before he did something stupid like embarking on a wayward bug hunt - that they shared a moment of painful wisdom and trauma with him that had defined their actions up until then.

I want to know if he broke down.

I want to know if anyone genuinely cared, and sat with him through it all as his nonchalant facade shattered and he mourned uncontrollably and unintentionally into their arms.

I want to know if he lashed out at them in doing so.

I want to know if, after a while of keeping his head down, and some well-earned trust, he eventually got to have some medical responsibility of his own.

I want to know if anyone held him a congratulations party for doing well with his new big job to show they cared.

I want to know if, following a successful medical stint, he moved away and went down the cosmetic surgery route again, and set up a specialised body shop.

I want to know if anyone also threw him a moving away party.

I want to know if his business’s catchphrase/tagline was: “Dedicated to turning you from a Breakdown to a Knock Out.”

I want to know if he set up a little body shop training academy which inadvertently created a new generation of mini Knock Out’s.

I want to know if one of them was known as Wildbreak.

I want to know if anyone became his regulars and spent deliberately longer with him chatting away until closing to make sure he was still doing ok.

I want to know if Knock Out came to realise he wanted them to stay longer than they did or could.

I want to know if he ever knew what said ‘Bot(s) were up to visiting him often but played coy because he didn’t know how to thank them…for believing in him and saving him when he didn’t know he needed saving…

But most importantly…I want to know if Knock Out was happy and found genuine happiness in a world without Breakdown <3

Ideas/headcanons ®️of @legitconcrusher

[nocentis]

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[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

[Hey, I've seen you in posts about Red Pep! What do you think about this cute frog?]

(I am not sure of this 'Red Pep' you speak of! Unless you mean Red and Oni of @onippep ! Since they are the only Peppis I have seen that consistently wear red, but I do not recall them ever mentioning me or this blog

If this is not what you meant, then please let me know!)

[raphaelapproves]

After years and years in the roleplay community, I'll be frank: My female muses are not just here for shipping, anymore than my male muses are. Several of the muses I write here, I will not, in fact, ship at all. [ On that topic: Raphael is one who is completely exclusive to my friend on discord and @hopeteased because they are old friends and we have plotted extensively. I have no problems with unrequited and Raphael will absolutely be the Most Charming to get what he wants, but that isn't romance from any muses who are not those two specific takes on Haarlep. For that matter, chances are, if we're not friends or at least chatting a fair amount, none of my muses will be shippable, because what makes me invest in a ship is really digging into the characters with the other writer, seeing how they met, what their interactions might be, how knowing each other and caring for each other affects them. I like to explore the character development side of things and get an idea of them before I ever fully commit to a ship. What's more, I want to be comfortable talking with the other writer before running a ship with them because, ideally, you won't want to invest in something like that with someone you either can't get along with or who isn't as invested in the thing as you are. ] Furthermore, though, I also have a certain aversion to writing with anyone who won't take the time or interest to write with any except my male muses, because I'm well over a decade into the roleplay fandom in tumblr, and I've seen this game too much not to notice it, directed at me and at others. This isn't a callout of anyone. This was just on my mind and so this is a blanket statement that I want to put out here, because I am old and I am tired and I'm here to write and have fun. Not to have the old writing anxiety creep back up about Well, maybe I don't write them as well as I think, and what if they're Mary Sues and that's the problem? If this seems blunt, my apologies. I'm usually very chill, but I get unapologetically invested in every single one of my muses. I love them to death. I could give whole lectures on pretty much every single one of them about their backstories, their quirks, their motivations, etc. I say that to say this: I try my hardest to show interest in every muse that I know someone has—whether that's likes on headcanon posts if I can't figure out a way for our muses to interact or because I'm a bit slow to approach because anxiety, or if it's by starting threads and sending memes—because I do find all of them interesting and I love all the effort and the thought and the passion and the love that goes into each and every one of the muses I follow. As a result, on the flipside, if a writer gives equal time or at least interest to more than just my male muses, I am far more likely to plot and to write with them, because then I feel like they care about all of my muses, too, rather than feeling like my male muses are being used and the female ones ignored. It's not really a good feeling on either side of that equation when it's any other way.

[eorzeashan]

other swtor players: move onto an understandable objectively better pipeline game like bg3 or ffxiv while waiting for new content

me: it's-a mario time