#These mistakes make immunity weak

[forgotten-daydreamer]

doctors and nurses should be forced to work in retail before being allowed anywhere near patients

[twisted-lemy]

✨EVIL✨ (but mostly silly) Heartslabyul headcanons~

Riddle’s hair has been graying since he was in elementary school due to his mother’s… uh, intense parenting style. He hides it with a weak illusion spell but occasionally he slips up and his gray streaks are visible—Ace caught him without his illusion up once and called him “gramps…”Never again did he make the same mistake.

Trey has a horrible immune system. He hides it well, using his unique magic, but more often than not he’s suffering from a cold or fever of some kind. No one’s found out about it yet but he suspects that one Rook Hunt and Jade Leech are onto him…

Cater had the twst equivalent of a tumblr account back in his middle school days and used his platform SOLEY for starting flame wars and shipping discourse. He’s since changed his ways and deactivated it out of shame but traces of his villainy online still remains to this day… Ask Idia.

Ace has been chronically stealing clothes from his friends all year. Deuce’s bomber jacket? Ace took it when he went to go do stuff with Leona that one time. Jack’s sleep cardigan? Ace had that since Yuu overthrew Azul. Yuu’s pinstripe pajama pants? Ace stole them when he stayed over after Riddle collared him the first time. Ace makes it both a habit and his duty to steal from people he likes well enough, and so far, he hasn’t be found out. Somehow.

Deuce knows almost fifty effective ways to knock someone out in a street fight in three hits or less. …What? This boy was apart of a gang in middle school and was one of their top fighters at that—is it any surprise that he’s an amazing and efficient fighter? His only real flaw is that he kinda sucks at magic combat by comparison.

Extra!

Chenya spends more time at Night Raven than at Royal Sword. He honestly believes that him being picked to be a Royal Sword student was a mistake because compared to most of his classmates he isn’t as pure intentioned as they are as he would rather spend his time causing chaos and watching the fallout than sitting in dull monotony.

[sapphicrot]

I am sure you are all aware of the current state of the fandom. I have done my best to avoid all of the controversy, but seeing how others have voiced their concerns I would like to as well.

I, as an artist, do not feel safe in the Rain World fandom.

I have expressed this in the past, but I have been the victim of false pedophile and grooming allegations with the use of manipulated and doctored screenshots. I do not have the words to articulate just how psychologically damaging it is to have an entire fandom turn on you in an instant. To have your social life destroyed. To have hundreds or even thousands of people celebrate your downfall, simply because you annoyed them, because now they have a "reason" to. Watching this fandom gleefully parade around shaky evidence and happily participate in this type of behavior is sickening to me. It makes me worry that someday, I will annoy someone enough to have another false allegation made against me, and I will have to go through that again. There is a part of me that believes I would not survive such a thing. I am not trying to be dramatic when I say that, but people need to realize that "internet drama" can cause serious harm your mental health. I still have PTSD nightmares related to the callout post made about me from 3 years ago. This is not something you can just “get over”.

People need to remember fanartists are not paragons of grace, nor are they perfect. The fact that the internet has allowed people to dehumanize artists into "content machines" that must never slip up rather than human beings who are messy and awkward and can fuck up at times is sickening. I do not feel comfortable in a fandom that jumps at the opportunity to harass someone over a mistake, that stirs up a witchunt over what boils down to miscommunications. A fandom that treats every situation as black and white and doesn't wait for all the evidence to come out.

I believe nyuuronfly put it best in their post:

"It is not inspiring to sit around and get attention in an atmosphere where the more attention you get the more you know many of the eyes that are looking toward you are searching for a weak point to go after."

I understand revealing a lot of my trauma in this post is a potentially stupid decision, but I believe my story can help make people realize the genuine harm callout posts cause. It is not fun having to deal with constant paranoia that hundreds of people are praying on your downfall. I have considered not posting about, or simply deleting my rot au many times because of worry that someone will think it's too “dark” or “problematic” and decide I am the fandom's #1 punching bag for months.

As of now, I will not be deleting, nor will I stop posting art. But I have considered it many times, and this behavior as of late brought me the closest I've ever been to doing so. I love rain world and frankly, I don't want to feel this way about the fandom! I want this place to be positive, I want better for this game. I'm not mad, just disappointed.

TL;DR:

PLEASE for the LOVE OF GOD stop reblogging callout posts.

Fanartists are PEOPLE. They are giving you FREE art. Treat them better.

You are not immune to false screenshots, mob mentality, and black and white thinking.

Rain world is a gorgeous, creative, and deeply moving game. Please, let's work to make this community reflect that.

[mybelovedsylus]

My hand slipped. Uh 18+ pls. Minors, keep it moving even though I know this doesn't come close to other's spice lol. ANYWAY the boys may have been feral in the promos - but uh anyway this is for my fellow Sylus girlies. (Also my first go at smut so I can’t promise anything great- but gotta get it out before we probably find out the cards are actually angsty as fuck) Potential Caleb one in the works cause the whole shoving his necklace in his mouth moment… aaaaaaaanyways no beta and no proofreading cause that’s who I’ve always been and it’s a pain on the iPad - forgive any mistakes.

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The Sylus I had gotten to know over the last several months was gone. He had disappeared out of the N109 zone in the middle of the day while I had been off on a mission hunting wanderers. Luke and Kieran had blown up my phone, but by the time I got the messages the trail had gone cold. That was until a few months later and that’s how I found myself in a giant cage, Sylus chained up across from me. The usual shine of red glimmer in his eyes was gone, instead it was a preditorial black glaring back at me.

“What have they done to you?”

“You’ve come to help? Why your idea of help is heartwarming,” he stuttered out stumbling towards me, pulling against his chains. His head tilted to the side and his tongue swept across his bottom lip as he looked me up and down. Before I could stop myself I flinched back a step, backing away just an inch but he noted it right away. His lips lifted into a eerie grin and then before I could blink he was on me, twisting my body so my back was perfectly molded to his front. I gasped as he ground his hips into mine and his arm locked around my throat, letting me know exactly what thoughts were filtering through his mind.

“Sylus, focus, we can worry about that later. Now’s the time to get you out of here.”

It was a weak beg honestly. It had been weeks since I had seen him and I wasn’t immune to him even knowing that he wasn’t himself. It’s as if he could sense that, huffing a sardonic chuckle into my neck as his mouth trailed up to my ear.

“Why would we leave?” He whispered and I felt the cool metal of chains sliding around my waist and winding over both hands. That was the shock I needed to start trying to pull out of his grasp, twisting to face him - who knew how long we actually had to get out of here? He gave me a teasing ‘tsk’ and then yanked my hands together and looped the remaining chain through cage, pulling until my arms were secured above my head.

“Now you’ll never fly away little bird.”

That was the last warning you got before Sylus was on you. His hands were roughly pulling on your hair as his mouth slanted over yours. His pace was punishing, like he was trying to make up for lost time and also like he was blaming you for whatever had happened to him in the time it took you to track him down. You whimpered into his mouth and that provided the perfect opening for him to lick inside your mouth, tangling your tongue with his. He pulled back, his hand giving another firm tug to your hair before pulling them free.

“Now where do we start? I mean the outfit is something else, I think we keep that,” he whispers his hands trailing down the front of my chest, stopping to pull at my nipples now straining against the leather before they continue on down to the skirt. I feel the familiar callouses trail down my leg, hooking under my knee to wrap my leg around his waist as he presses closer to me.

“I can feel the heat pulsing off of you here,” he growled out as his hands were suddenly under the skirt, pushing my underwear to the side. He bit down on my neck and I groaned as his fingers ghosted over my slit, gathering some of the wetness that was rapidly pooling, before using them to flick my clit roughly.

“Fuck, what are they giving you?”

“I thought you were trying to get me away from this,” his words ring true, but my thoughts are muddled by the way he’s playing my body.

He shifts his attention from my clit, roughly plunging two fingers inside me. I squirm, desperately wanting to grasp at something and only being able to pull uselessly on my chains. He sets a punishing pace, the sound obscene in the otherwise silent area. After a few thrusts he adds in a third, his eyes fixated on my face and reading all of the responses that I’m sure are flickering across my face. I don’t even realize my mouth is hanging open until I’m being fed said fingers, tasting myself on his skin. He’s pushing them deeper down my throat, testing how much I can take.

“Suck,” he commands. I hear the sound of his chains rattling, his free hand grabbing at my other leg so my body is now supported by his body, and held up by the chains. I moan around his fingers as I feel the head of his cock pushing at my entrance. My hips roll into him, needing him. He lets out a cruel laugh at my desperation before slamming himself home. I scream against his fingers, rolling my body into him and pulling uselessly against the chains. My eyes are watering and his little control left seems to snap. The hand around my thigh moves up to collar my neck and he pulls almost all the way out, dragging against all the sensitive spots, to slam home over and over.

“This is what I’ve needed, why didn’t you get here sooner, so warm, feels like home,” he grunts, pulling his fingers from my mouth, using the soaking digits to flick my clit as he pounds into me. I can feel and hear the slam of his balls as he bottoms out, then the head of his cock hooking on my slit as it fights to stay inside.

“Please, Sylus, please let me have my hands back, I need to feel you just like you need to feel me.”

He falters for a second, and I wonder if the medicine makes it where he can’t trust me like normal. But eventually the chain loosens. My hands aren’t completely free, but they’re loose enough that I can loop them around his neck and pull myself even closer to him. I grab the longer hair at the nape of his neck and pull, which causes him to let out a deep groan and piston even harder. At that point I’m tearing lines into his upper back, wherever my hands can find purchase as I am taken on a ride. His fingers twitch around my neck before closing in and giving the illusion of cutting off my air supply. I can’t help the moan that tears out of me, and then I’m trying to push myself back on him, to get him deeper, to get him to leave a permanent impression inside of me.

“I’m not gonna last much longer Sy,” I warn in a horse tone, struggling the words out. He uses the grip on my throat to pull my head towards him so he can swallow my cries with his mouth. The finger on my clit flicks even faster and I’m screaming as I fall apart around him. He groans as my walls clamp onto him, making it harder for him to keep up his bruising pace. It’s only a few moments later that he’s pulling away from my mouth and biting down hard on my shoulder as he finds his own release, a few small aftershocks wracking his body as he gives me small little thrusts as he pulses inside of me. We spend a second still wrapped around each other, both breathing heavily. He starts to pull away, and I whimper as he slips out, a warm gush going with him.

He looks down and smiles when he sees the mess of my thighs from where our releases are combined. With a snarky smirk, he moves my underwear back in place regardless of the mess. In fact, he seems to like the idea that I’m sitting here with clear evidence of what just happened.

“Hands Sy, play time is over, it’s time to get moving,” I remind him, rattling the chains to draw his attention, “and I need a shower.”

“Mmmm except now you smell like me." He says as his nose follows the sensitive path up my neck, causing my skin to pebble and my shoulder to shake in a shiver. Oversensitive at this point, I put my hands on his chest and shove.

"Ugh. Fine, time to fly little bird,” he whispers as he frees my hands, and as he looks down at me I can see a tiny bit of the usual red returning to his eyes as the drugs lose a little of their control. There’s a glimpse for a second of the Sylus I’ve been missing. I grasp his wrist and pull him towards the exit, time to fly indeed.

[farfromstrange]

Fictober Day 14: Sickfic

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Prompt: Sickfic (🌼)

Summary: Matt doesn't like admitting when he's sick, but his behavior says more than a thousand words.

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of vomiting, sickfic (the flu, to be more precise), Matt being a mess, established relationship, mentions of nudity (nothing sexual, but Matt's Devil is on display)

Word Count: 1.1k

A/n: I always wonder what it would be like for Matt when he gets sick because my senses are out of whack when I'm sick, so he must be in hell, right?

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Matt Murdock doesn’t get sick.

At least, that’s what he tries to tell himself. 

His immune system is strong, and people with a strong immune system don’t get sick. Except, his logic is incredibly flawed, and when he does get sick, he refuses to admit it until he’s quite literally on the brink of death. You’ve learned this the hard way over the years; he turns into a feverish, disoriented, ridiculous man-child whenever he’s down with something.

The door falls shut behind you, a bag from the local pharmacy in one hand and chicken broth take-out in the other. Matt managed to catch himself the flu—again. You told him that is what he gets for going out in the dead of night, but he never learns.

“Honey, I’m home!” you sing. 

Though instead of finding your boyfriend wrapped in a burrito of blankets in bed, where he should be, he’s standing in the middle of the living room, trying to wrestle the Daredevil suit over his clammy skin. So far, he has only managed to get half of it on, and—oh no, why—his pants are on the floor. No pants, and yes, no underwear. 

From the looks of it, he is as hot as he is cold.

“Uh,” you frown, “hello? What the hell are you doing out of bed?”

“I have to–” Matt tries to catch his breath, failing to find the opening in the fabric. “The city. The city needs me.”

He’s so congested you would have laughed at him any other day, but not today. 

“Nuh-uh. Your bed needs you,” you retort. “And for God’s sake, Matt, put your pants back on!”

He tugs on the suit again, but it’s like watching a toddler trying to put on a pair of socks. He’s too weak, too sweaty, and too feverish to even know which way is up.

“I don’t… need pants,” Matt argues.

“Yes, you do.” You put the bags down by the coffee table and grab his boxers off the floor. “Normally, I don’t mind seeing you naked, but you’re sick, and sick people need pants.”

He frowns at you, head tilting in your direction. “No… Is someone knocking?” 

You pause, trying not to laugh. “That’s my heartbeat.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

His hand drifts up toward your chest on autopilot, and the moment his fingers brush against the swell of your breast, you stop him. “That’s my boob,” you say.

God, he’s exhausting. If you didn’t love him so much you would turn around and run. The last time he tore off all his clothes, he ended up on the roof while it was snowing, trying to cool off. It sounded as though he was holding a seance, and you swore you would never make the mistake of leaving the rooftop access open again, not when he’s sick and doesn’t know what he’s doing. His senses get cloudy, and he starts to hallucinate. 

Fun times.

Matt’s hand stays there for a moment. “Soft,” he murmurs.

The groping stage is new, but you find it more endearing than anything. You take his hand away. “Remember what I said?”

“No?”

“Underwear,” you tell him, lips curling into a smile, “Then straight to bed.”

He retreats like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. 

“Alright, come on. You’re dizzy.” You start to guide him toward the bedroom. Maybe you can finally convince him to get some rest. 

“No, I’m not—” Matt takes one wobbly step and immediately starts to tip forward, legs giving out underneath him.

You catch him just in time, which is a feat because he is heavy, keeping him from face-planting into the coffee table. “Yep. Definitely dizzy,” you say.

He groans. Happens every time. “I don’t get sick,” he insists.

You drag him over to the bed. “You sure about that?” 

“I’m fine.” 

“Sure.” You lower him down on the mattress, and for the first time today, he lets you. “Let me just get you your medicine, okay?”

“No!” he whines. 

“Yes.”

He makes a face like a petulant child. “Tastes bad.”

You sigh. “Do I need to wrap it in peanut butter for you?”

He doesn’t answer, just grumbles something unintelligible. You grab the bag from the living room and the jar of peanut butter from the kitchen. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” you scoop up a spoonful of peanut butter, “I have a dog.”

But it’s the only way he will take the cough syrup. It’s the only way he will swallow the bitter taste of the ibuprofen. And it is the only way Matt will even eat something when he’s sick. “Eat this,” you say, “and I’ll let you go back to sleep.”

Matt, still half-delirious, opens his mouth obediently, taking the spoon into his mouth. “It’s not even… that good,” he says.

Liar. You chuckle. “Lie back, c’mon.”

The bed creaks under your weight as you climb in beside him, pulling the covers up and over him. He hesitates, torn between telling you for the hundredth time that he is not sick, and he never gets sick, and just melting into your embrace like a candle on its last bit of wax. His body aches, his cheeks are burning, and he can barely breathe without breaking into a fit of toe-curling coughs. He’s miserable, and he has to admit it. He has to admit it so he can rest—so you can get your boyfriend back.

He loves you to death. 

You brush your fingers through his messy hair. “Come here,” you say.

Matt presses his face against your chest. “I hate being sick,” he says.

It is the most honest he has been all day.

“I know.” You press a kiss to the top of his head. “You’ll feel better soon, I promise.”

“Don’t wanna get you sick.”

“Shh,” you shush him. “Just rest, baby. I’ve got you.”

He clings to you, his breathing finally starting to even out. He snores, and he wheezes, but he falls asleep, finally, still holding onto you like his life depends on it, and you are right where you need to be.

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[yokumirumerafan]

Hello! I've fallen in love with your posts (esp those featuring Muzan) and wanted to make a request. Could you do a take on Muzan if he fell in love with a young woman and married her, only to discover he couldn't turn her into a demon because she already had blue spider lily in her DNA? She isn't a demon, but her family used the flower to save her life during her mother's pregnancy (like Tangle)?

That’s such a cool and unique idea! Here’s how Muzan would react:

Muzan Falling in Love and Marrying a Woman Who Has Blue Spider Lily in Her DNA

🎭 The Beginning – Unintentional Love

Originally approaches her out of curiosity—her scent is unlike any human he’s encountered.

Assumes she’s just another tool in his pursuit of immortality.

Ends up genuinely captivated by her intelligence, fearlessness, and unique presence.

Finds himself drawn to her warmth in a way he can’t explain.

Conflicted—he shouldn’t care for a human, but he craves her company.

Eventually marries her, believing he has finally found the perfect woman to stand beside him.

🦠 The Failed Transformation – Absolute Shock & Horror

Tries to turn her into a demon… and nothing happens.

At first, believes it’s a mistake—tries multiple times, increasing the dose.

Still no reaction—no sickness, no mutations, nothing.

Panic sets in. Muzan never fails at turning humans.

Conducts extensive tests on her blood, trying to figure out why.

🌿 The Blue Spider Lily Revelation

Discovers her family used the Blue Spider Lily to save her life when her mother had a complicated pregnancy.

The flower is now part of her DNA—she’s immune to demonic transformation.

For the first time in centuries, he’s speechless.

She has the key to his greatest desire within her, but he can’t access it.

Equal parts awe and fury. How is it that the one woman he loves is the one human he cannot turn into a demon?

💀 Love vs. Obsession – The Struggle

Becomes even more obsessed with her, not just as a wife, but as a living secret.

Protects her aggressively—no demon is allowed near her.

Keeps her isolated—his paranoia makes him unwilling to let others discover her secret.

Would rather destroy the world than let someone take her from him.

Torn between cherishing her as his wife and treating her as an experiment.

If she ever tries to leave? He won’t let her. Not because he wants to punish her, but because he can’t afford to lose her.

🖤 His Soft Side – The One Exception

Despite everything, he treats her differently from everyone else.

Never raises his voice at her, no matter how angry he is.

Gives her rare freedoms—walks in the moonlight, access to knowledge, beautiful clothing.

Acts human around her—she’s the only one who sees his rare moments of vulnerability.

Deep down, he knows she is the closest thing he has to a true weakness.

⚠️ The Future – A Dangerous Love

If she offers to help him find more Blue Spider Lilies, he’ll be both grateful and frustrated—it proves she’s willing to stay with him, but also means he still doesn’t have full control.

If she hides information from him, he will be hurt rather than angry.

He would never harm her, but he might resort to manipulation to ensure she remains by his side forever.

Muzan may not fully understand love, but she is the one person he would destroy the world for.

[dontwinmarioparty]

Smosh Cast as Pokémon Trainers

Your Rival: Trevor Evarts!

As the newest cast member of Smosh, it may feel like big, intimidating shoes to fill. We all know Trevor’s got the stuff for it, but really coming into your own comedic identity may feel like a challenge.

Partner Pokémon: Applin full team: dipplin, mr rime, quagsire, pangoro, slowking, emboar

Gym 1: Amanda Lehan Canto - Water Type

I've never seen such a good yes-and ability in improv than Amanda, you can tell that she's always down to turn any moment into a good time. Her acting talents spread far and wide, but her life experiences beyond that baffle me. The fact she loves scuba diving was the nail in the coffin for me that she's a master of the water type.

Partner Pokémon: Azumarill full team: azumarill, milotic, floatzel, mareanie, dracovish, starmie

Gym 2: Olivia Sui - Grass Type

Grass is a versatile and varied type, with the vibes of some Pokémon being serene and graceful to Rapidly Approaching Your Location, and Olivia fits that to me. She’s incredibly sweet and affectionate with her friends but is fully willing to commit to a bit and confuse the audience.

Partner Pokémon: Cherrim full team: cherrim, tangrowth, shiftry, lurantis, ferrothorn, whimsicott

Gym 3: Chanse McCrary - Fire Type

Chanse has an edge to him that I could see absolutely light up a battlefield. He’s not afraid to flex and show off during a competitive game, which sometimes leads to his downfall, but never takes back from his intelligence and just overall confidence. He’s got the X factor, which takes perfectly to the fire type.

Partner Pokémon: Blaziken full team: blaziken, skeledirge, volcarona, oricorio, ninetales, delphox

Gym 4: Tommy Bowe - Normal Type

Tommy had a point when he said that the Normal type is filled with a lot of Weird Looking Fellas, and I agree with that, but the normal type also calls for versatility, reliability. Having type immunities and only one weakness makes it a type that’s able to reliably stand on its own legs. With the many hats that Tommy has worn over the years at Smosh, the Normal type makes so much sense.

Partner Pokémon: Porygon-Z full team: porygon-z, audino, ditto, cinccino, lickilicky, drampa

Gym 5: Damien Haas - Ghost Type

Damien’s appearance alone would make the hounds be sent after me if I didn’t put him into the Ghost Type. Though intimidating on the surface, the ghost type, once you get past the hesitation, is full of some of the sweetest Pokémon you’ll ever get to meet. Consistently bringing fan favorites to new games with every generation, I can’t help but be reminded of Damien’s affinity for the spooky and alternative despite everything else about him being so gentle. He deserves the ghost type, and the ghost type deserves him.

Partner Pokémon: Chandelure full team: chandelure, gengar, rotom, cofagrigus, aegislash, sinistcha

Gym 6: Angela Giarratana - Dragon Type

The dragon type is powerful, it’s dominating, but it’s also chaotic, hard to wield, and sometimes outright terrifying. Angela being a dragon tamer makes so much sense to me, personally. Her ability to command a room either willingly or by complete accident with a mistake of word-choice never fails to make me laugh and feel hooked to the screen. Just put a big dragon next to her and that’s only amplified.

Partner Pokémon: Tyrantrum full team: tyrantrum, duraludon, noivern, goodra, alolan exeggutor, dracozolt

Gym 7: Arasha Lalani - Flying Type.

Arasha never fails to surprise me with just how above and beyond she goes in any video. No matter how crazy it gets she’s not afraid to yes-and the vibe and enable the chaos in a room. It makes her a fantastic host. She’s going to soar. She’s going to book a marvel movie. Trust me.

Partner Pokémon: Altaria full team: altaria, crobat, archeops, emolga, tropius, bombirdier

Gym 8: Keith Leak Jr - Electric Type

Keith is insanely underrated in the Smosh cast, and I sincerely believe that the OG Smosh Squad would not be the same without him. He consistently bounces between being a straight-man in a lineup to the most insane within seconds. Down to just his fits every single day, and the fact that he BEAT CANCER??? He’s always got me on my toes. He’s Electric.

Partner Pokémon: Zebstrika full team: zebstrika, alolan raichu, ampharos, luxray, toxtricity, pawmot

Team Rocket (or any evil team) Leader: Spencer Agnew - Dark Type

How could this be possible? The chosen?!! Evil? No..I just ran out of gym leader slots and thought it would be compelling lol. Spencer is a mastermind of comedy both in front of the camera and behind it. He’s funny without necessarily even trying, but yet it always comes across as mischievous, chaos, the most out-of-pocket lines you’ve ever heard. He’s clearly such a good guy, but the dark type, at least to my belief, fits the vibe he brings to the cast so perfectly.

Partner Pokémon: Kingambit full team: kingambit, krookodile, obstagoon, weavile, absol, sableye

The Elite Four:

Before you face the champion, you must go through a gauntlet of four of the strongest trainers in the region. Who might this be?

Courtney Miller - Fairy Type

A directorial mastermind, a comedic powerhouse, and overall just slaying boots the house down, Courtney Miller is nothing short of magical. She breathes a life into Smosh that just leaves me knowing for certain that some of our favorite videos would not be the same without her influence. Her ability to sway from one comedic extreme to another, while still showing that sincerity makes her just such a good fit for the fairy type.

Partner Pokémon: Florges full team: florges, sylveon, mawile, grimmsnarl, primarina, gardevoir

Anthony Padilla - Fighting Type

Our local emo boy. Our local “spent a day with everyone” boy. Someone who we were all overjoyed to have back. Not only being an absolute comedic powerhouse, he proves himself to be a jack of all stoic trades, from painting, to yoga, to starting Smosh with computer programming, his path of self-actualization is one to be admired.

Partner Pokémon: Breloom full team: breloom, toxicroak, scrafty, poliwrath, kommo-o, hitmontop

Shayne Topp - Psychic Type

Without a shadow of a doubt, Shayne has shown that (even if partially for a bit), he listens, he cares, and he hopes for the best for Smosh as a company. His energy in videos and being able to match the vibe of almost anyone that he’s paired with is nothing short of miraculous. He’s psychic. Full stop.

Partner Pokémon: Gallade full team: gallade, meowstic, darmanitan, oranguru, alakazam, reuniclus

Ian Hecox - Ground Type

For almost any cast member you could argue that they’re breathing life into Smosh. But I think one deserving of the title of keeping their feet planted is Ian. The way he showed so much resolve during the fall of Defy, carrying the company through Mythical, and stepping up and taking the operation independent again with Anthony shows nothing short of an incredible amount of dedication. Ground type fits him to me. Earthquake is always on a competitive team somewhere.

Partner Pokémon: Garchomp full team: garchomp, alolan dugtrio, marowak, stunfisk, mamoswine, gastrodon

The Champion….

The Chosen

Being the strongest Pokémon trainer of all time is a big, burdening task…but they are shoes which The Chosen is ready to fill. Using every single one of his special techniques, he will be a tough challenge. Are you ready to face it?

Partner Pokémon: Absol full team: absol, darkrai, lucario, zoroark, lycanroc, partner pokemon of whoever is playing the chosen at the time of the encounter

and at long last, you've done it. You're the Champion of the Smosh Pokemon League! Congratulations!!!

[seaside-tropical-sun]

YAPPING ABOUT MY DARK FANTASY RPG/OTOME GAME SVSSS AU

tw: mentions of death, corpses and also barely coherent posting

A few people asked for it in my last post and while I would love to yap to anybody about this au since my friends don’t read danmeis I have no idea how to explain this easily so here goes a disjointed wall of text and unfinished sketches for you ^-^

First to explain the setting of this au it’s essentially if pidw was a fantasy otome game set after lbh becomes emperor and basically killed everybody and destroyed the world, where the protagonist (of their story game) is a girl who just woke up inside of ruins and has to find all these men and help them uwu written by ofc airplane who started routes for all the characters but gave up on all of them when his fans only wanted binghe

Shen yuan, intrigued by the strangely dark background to this shitty harem game, dies playing it similarly to svsss canon and is transmigrated as the protagonist of the game rather than sj,

Protagonist meimei, as I, sy, airplane and the narration calls her is an empty shell with no memories or personality of her own and is just the player character, the only real thing about her is that she has a set appearance and in the story when she encounters the men she needs to recruit/romance, all of them act strangely when first meeting her, I’ll leave it at that for now :)

Sy is familiar with the game and it’s characters and lore and has a narration (standin for the system) who helps (forces) him on the path

Some shenanigans I don’t have time to explain, he meets lqg who is a ghost roaming the ruins where the game starts specifically his own grave because, like in the original pidw, he died before lbh took over and witnessed all the atrocities from a weak ghost fire form and now that he has a physical form he wants to destroy the demon which sy doesn’t bc he, like the other fans of the game, has the hots for him (even if for now he says it’s bc his backstory is so sad and he doesn’t deserve it) he also finds airplane mqf and wqw and sets on a quest to find a few thingsTM that will trigger the game story break where protagonist meimei had to choose between picking lqg or lbh and ofc sy picks lbh

anyways

That’s where the story had originally stopped bc airplane died and now what happens is kinda unforeseen for both of them

That’s also when lqg meets sj by complete mistake after setting out to kill a den of man eating sirens in frustration at being abandoned by sy who he wants to help but also feels confused and conflicted by

(Sirens who basically took in sj after he woke up disoriented in a strange body inside of the very crypt he had been kept in for ten years of torture, the area is called the warm red waters because of all the blood, from the sirens, eating men :))

But now we are 50 years after sj died and the dead have started rising, all of which are after lbh’ s neck

Sooooo story wise I’ll cut it here because there is a lot more spoilers I guess ? and I have so much to talk about so now for some lore!

Because it’s fantasy I have some fun with the characters species so for example SQH is a ratman hamster man literarily and qqq is the fae queen (à la Titania), mqf is a thing I think I saw somewhere but can’t remember where called sylvians (my lore is that they look like tall satyrs with a long tail and are immune to poison so they make great doctors)

also I made a map of how I envision the area the story and game is in

So you know I’m committed to this with the only thing I’ll tell (for now at least) is that in the courtyard right at the entrance of the capital is a statue of a man kneeling on a broken broadsword with a thousand arrows impaled on his back :)

Also don’t mind my naming system based on probably ass translations of actual svsss names

More lore is that this entire place was flooded in a great disaster where lbh was presumed dead along with many others it also made this worlds death flowers, corpse eating water lilies, proliferate so much after lbh became emperor because of all the people he killed there isn’t anyone left taking care of the corpses which now lay in the water everywhere and the flowers make their roots inside of them then bloom on the surface it’s also related to the name for this au I have which is PIDW: serenading water lilies, to me it sounds like a video game name of a strange rpg and I think it’s fitting

maybe eventually I’ll find out what to do with mobei jun because for now he’s not in the plot at all but I want to use him for something I’ll just need to find what, also he’s an ice wraith (I’m very original I know)

As well as the map in April I made a bunch of icons and layouts for how I see the game in my head even if it’s for the aesthetic because it’s more a story where characters are in a game rather than actual game concept and also an animation I never posted so I’ll dump it here for anybody interested and maybe post it separately when it’s a bit more finished

Unfinished sheets for sqh and mqf (I have more but they are not finished enough to make sense to outsiders lol)

Bunch of icons

Items you could find

Mock-up for a death screen

Loading screen

Monster encounters lol (skinzun is more of a joke boss, I even wrote a little narration for it but idk I don’t think it’s good :/)

The animation is a thing I made thinking about fake promo for this fake game in this fake story and I have hit too many layers of detachment from canon I think

That’s it for now! If you read all this first of all thank you and honestly bravo because I don’t think it’s very structured or good but hey some folks seemed interested and I do have more it’s just very spoilery I guess but I’ll probably never write this thing fully so let me know if you want to know ^w^

[inamindfarfaraway]

Hnnng dehumanisation in Spies are Forever. Curt's “not a man, [he's] property of the United States government". Tatiana wasn't a child, she was an “instrument of war”, a “killing machine". It’s particularly poignant that Barb calls Curt property of their government, a cog in the machine, because she knows that she’s in the same boat, and in fact socially inferior to him as both a woman and a support worker to his more prestigious career. She herself has always seen and valued him as a person and is constantly trying to make him reciprocate. But he initially views her as just a cool gadget dispenser. Technology appears to be her only means of asserting her worth and earning people’s attention, which might be why she’s working on a global information network, essentially the internet - the ultimate technological platform for human connection and collaboration. Cynthia is so committed to overcoming her human vulnerability in order to be the best tool her country could possibly ask for that she poisons herself every day to build up an immunity. One of the villains is a literal Nazi who uses a literal puppet, and is himself an “expendable puppet”. And the other is Owen.

Owen's evil vision is "turning everyone into a spy", aka property. Instruments for him to conduct. Creating a global surveillance network, because the internet has as much power to distance and isolate people as to unite them. The machine failed him when he was a cog in it, so he aims to replace it with a more efficient one and control it this time; he cannot comprehend of any ethical improvement to or dismantling of the machine itself. His problem with spies is that they contaminate the ruthless political mechanisms with messy, fallible humanity... and vice versa. Agent Mega messed up the mission because he was human; Curt left his boyfriend for dead because he was a spy. You can’t be both. Person or tool. So Owen chooses the one that can’t be hurt. He willingly becomes a tool of CHIMERA, a living weapon. He kills and tortures hundreds of people, considers himself an actor in a story and others expendable characters, does everything he can to detach himself from ideas of personhood. “Who needs spies when a box in a room can do your job in seconds?" Humanity is worthless. Obsolete.

Except no, it isn't. Curt and his allies proves it. After the prologue, Curt simultaneously makes Owen’s mistake of binary thinking. First he wants to be purely a man, and an absolute wreck of one; then he wants to be purely the greatest spy ever, with no sentimental weaknesses. But he can’t maintain that divide. He has to be both. His team wins with their skills, training and expertise and by being human - social, irrational animals, working together, loving each other for the sake of it, acting spontaneously. They aren’t tools that Owen can perfectly predict or manipulate. Curt surprises him. And Owen, for all his icy calculations and grand talk, cannot escape his humanity any more than he can destroy Curt’s, as his last scene makes painfully clear. He lowers his gun like a person. His voice breaks like one. He bleeds like one. Meanwhile, Barb is a genius engineer and Tatiana is a master assassin. You’d think that their climactic moment of triumph would demonstrate Barb’s amazing inventions or Tatiana’s combat skill, but instead the focus is on them simply talking to each other and even Mrs Mega. Human connection and collaboration. Human error that doesn’t negate their victory. “You can break a computer box, but you can’t break the will of a man.” That’s what Curt is. Not property. A man. He is a gay, unemployed man; Barb is a woman in STEM; Tatiana is a female ex-KGB Russian immigrant; all in the United States of America in the 1960s, a very bad time and place to be all of those things. Yet they will survive. They are not alone and they will endure. Spies are forever because they are people.

And the narrative consistently emphasises that everybody is a person! It mocks the Nazis, obviously, but even then Baron von Nazi isn’t a one-dimensional monster, he has emotions and cognitive biases and a backstory and fondness for cheeseburgers. Sergio isn’t just an interchangeable criminal, he’s a devoted family man awkwardly trying to lighten his work atmosphere. Richard Big isn’t just a crass parody, he has moral principles. We hear all kinds of characters’ thoughts and feelings: the Informant, Barb’s fellow scientists, the waiter at the casino, the guests at the gala. This affirmation that everyone has a inner life means that yes, anyone can be a spy.

[popponn]

night's up.

summary: unsurprisingly, you spends night with him too. (aka late nights, staying up & waking up, with him.)

note: long train rides give wonders. i should travel more often. it really makes me whine i want to cuddle nagi and isagi. it's that bad. but all in all, i hope u enjoy this brainless hcs. warning: none, fluff, late nights, reader's gender unspecified.

characters: nagi, barou, isagi, reo

nagi is the type of guy to wake up when you go to the toilet at night, then crouches in front of the toilet door until you come out. he is dozing off there, of course, and will try to ask you to carry him back as if he is not a solid 190 cm made of muscle. also, lock the doors, he will whine at you to go back to bed and will peek. upper half of his face, batting his eyelashes as if he is a cutie. which he is and if it is your weakness better build some immunity because nagi will use it. at least, the natural vanilla-scented cuddle he gives is worth it.

barou is the type of guy to humor your snack craving at 2 am. yes, he will walk with you to the convenience store—handhold and chit-chat included—even if he grumbles slightly about it; especially about health. and as you eat trust hum to dab handkerchief like a nosy babysitter around your mouth at the slightest hint of stray food. this is an off-season only thing though—if he is busy with practice or matches you better have those snacks stocked because why the hell would he let you go out alone. go to sleep.

isagi is the type of guy who will try to stay up late with you when you do. or at the very least, he will try to find a way to tell you that he is there to accompany you. sometimes it's a 10-step-away video call, sometimes it's sleeping while having you on his lap, sometimes it's dragging a mattress to your side, and sometimes it's dragging you to the bed. the methods may vary, but the unnecessarily cute effort is definitely there for a guy who sleeps early. and no he is not clingy. this is just him refilling his battery.

reo is the type of guy who has sixth and seventh sense reserved for you. this means if you suddenly want something because of a video you watch in the middle of the night, he will wake up before you know it and say "do you want that. let's get it tomorrow." it's not even a question then he will go back to sleep. don't make a mistake though, the next morning he will still remember so for the sake of money management, even though he is filthy rich, please control him. usually, cuddles are enough but kisses are also a shortcut.

[crying-fantasies]

Space colonization

Masterlist

One of the many first things the cybertronians found out once they contacted humanity is the general idea of “aliens” (not the xenophobic streak, mind you”).

Space is a great adventure with many types of, supposedly, friendly or understandable aliens, and the fear of the unknown, while present, is put on hold by the idealization of deep space adventures, don't get him wrong, there are indeed nice living forms out there, especially if they don't shot you down at first glance, then there are indeed nightmares that wouldn't think twice before swallowing down a human whole and still kicking for its life, the mere memory makes him shudder and his plating to stand a little, perturbed by the way his patrons cheer at the human actor scoring a perfect shot, winning the war or whatever.

Blurr has seen an earthling fish with more precision without so much effort.

Cringing inside when in the next movie of the marathon humans are on the outside of a different planet, with no exosuits, no oxygen, and no preservation for their lives when they start calling out to someone in the middle of a literal, more than possibly, lethal jungle in a deadly planet with human infants around, infants they let roam around as the mere image of such stupidity almost makes him weak on his stabilizer servos joints; if you were in such conditions he is sure his spark couldn't take it, even in the city you still need your 20 kilos exosuit just to not implode from the inside out or freezing to death if the collapse of your tiny lungs doesn't kill you first, humans are so easily broken and their needs are endless, he doesn't imply that you are hard to live with, well, only a little, your constant need of organic food is worrisome not because of your necessity to ingest other living things but that, if by some terrible mistake, your rations don't come in time, you will be bound to fall at the mercy of the infections waiting at every corner, unruly humans keep introducing viruses to the population even planets apart and Blurr is equal parts amazed and almost drowning in worry by the fact an earthling tiny, orange, acid, and sweet orb can be a great difference in the improvement your immune system, but it makes sense as he noticed how it pops fuel rich in components your body needs to feed off, he can sense the ease filling your EMF with the familiarity such components hold and nurture your body, fruits are important for cybertronians too, well, before the war exterminated all the energy plants that beared fruit rich in energon pumped by the roots from the very core of Cybertron.

Mechs laugh, then shout in an amazed daze, humans are so creative, so free in their fictional liberties, yet again, these movies were done way before they interacted with real aliens, Blurr still remembers, the eyes of astonished surprise and the ones showing deep despair, cutting fear that makes one realize that yeah, you aren't alone, but still, that never gave them the right to shot first.

Maybe if he tried to appear less intimidating… never mind, his experience with humans was horrid at best, then horrendous the next, the fear of what those little but vicious creatures could do to them in their stranded state, but he can not say they all are the same, he remembers, nice humans, but also how those nice humans leaked to dead on his servos, asking for mercy, and all he could do was watch more being killed by their peers.

The woes of first contact, the friends that he never had the chance to call as such just by being so guarded, Lucas was a kind human, he really was, taking part of his time to try and make him feel more comfortable in the terrible situation everyone was in, and sometimes he overthinks, if he had talked more with him, things would have gone different? He could still hear him, could still see his body leaking, bleeding on the floor, he could feel the warmth of his living fluid staining his armor, all Blurr could do for his friend was to hold him, not knowing what to say, his life simply escaped with every drop falling in between his digits.

Humans aren't made for contact with other species, never had, they don't have an armor to protect them, their bodies are tender, fragile, their minds, while sharp and fast, can't even wrap itself in the fact they can not just take and not give.

They are like cybertronians, but so much more exposed to everything.

Being reminded of the delicate state of humanity makes him scoff once again at the movies, outwardly adventures, and dangerous life-or-death missions, Blurr is relieved that you don't go down that same path your people seem to idolize and is quickly uprooted by the next movie, where humans, even with all their depravity, fall victims to the unruly wilderness or sterile nature of the unknown space, the actors are so good that one could feel their desperation and horror, the dream shattered, making some emphatic to them and their gut twisting desperation at the lack of basic pleasures, “humans sure have it hard, huh”

Humans like you are more realistic than the ones in those movies, Earth is still a mess, people are fighting one another, only a few can cross the space bridge and work offers for humans in Cybertron are almost non-existent except for the restoration of the Titan, you had worked to the bone and he had found you in a weakened state imposed by your lack of self-preservation and the sheer necessity that kept you going forward.

Soon again he realizes, with a faint flush of energon under his faceplate, that he has come to respect and look up at you, feeling proud of being bonded to a hard-working and no-nonsense mate.

You are happy with the basic needs and the occasional entertainment, which is a blessing and boredom at the same time, he can always find himself welcome in the coziness of your shared living space but is also more than sure to have you say no to another quick vacation to Velocitron, reminding him that while, yeah, winning there is awesome, the praise intoxicating, but it is also hella expensive and as you said “if you want to buy nightmare fuel again, we must cut in the money wasting”, sometimes you talk like Swindle, making him ponder about his preferences in partners, like, really? But well, he does like the change in his life, the newfound peace, Blurr looks back at your “break spot”, full of blankets and fluffy or hard pillows, similar to a nest and he can't help but smile, knowing that your need for such requirements is also by the new spark hiding under your heart, content to look after you caught a break as your toes start to swell with time and the weight added to your small but sturdy frame, “Yeah…”

Humans aren't built for deep space, but he appreciates living with you and soon with the light you're assembling, hopefully soon.

[spirit-lanterns]

omg speaking omegaverse, i NEED Alpha!Robin. omgsjjs like she would be the kindest, softest and the most comforting alpha ever to the point people can mistake her as an omega.

like she would have the most control over herself when faced with an omega in heat because GOD DAMN CONCERTS CAN GO WILD (like the stuff that happens there sometimes my godbdbd) but she can barely control herself when omega!reader is in heat like hsbsnsm

i i just want her to fill me up omdhdjdj i will power bottom for this angelic woman ANYDAY i want her to go feral on me AAAAAA

LMFAOOO IM JUST IMAGINING A HORDE OF OMEGAS THIRSTING FOR ROBIN AT HER CONCERTS 😭😭

Robin is immune to all of them though. The amount of needy omega pheromones being produced at her concerts is wild, yet Robin feels nothing cuz the only needy omega that makes her weak is you. Once she catches whiff of you in heat, Robin loses all resolve and comes crumbling down to begging you to let her help you. She wants to fuck you softly and make love to you after the stressful day of dealing with omega fans. She wants to let you know that as your alpha, you’re the only omega she wants and she definitely ensures that by fucking you every night right after her concerts.

Think of it as like Robin rubbing herself clean with your scent. After her concerts, Robin absolutely reeks of horny omega pheromones and she wants to bask in your comforting scent again by rubbing herself against you. Wanting to smell like you so everyone knows that Robin the ever-famous alpha already has an omega she fucks every night 💕

[weskie]

Relief (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)

900 words | hurt/comfort themes | Fic Directory

His first injection did not go smoothly. 

Albert Wesker is a man of many strengths, but even God is not always immune to the trials and tribulations of laboratory science. Especially not when said science is meant to enhance what makes him so special. 

Yet here you were, one of his chosen. But you knew better than to think of yourself so highly; chances are you're simply a pawn. You know cunning and deceit when you see it, and he stinks to high heaven of such dark qualities. 

Excella gives him the first dose of the supressant, a concoction designed to give him perfect control over the virus in his body.  It is measured precisely based on her own studies and calculations. However, pride kept her from allowing anyone else to analyze her work. There's no immediate response, and she smiles happily. 

And yet you know better, because you had seen her work. Compared to your own, she was way off– as you tried to tell her. She’d been careless with her decimals, a simple mistake with grave consequences. But you are lower on the totem pole. Your word doesn't matter until hers proves to be no good. 

She probably regrets ignoring you when his face twitches, teeth clenching as he grips the edge of his chair, howling the first of many exclamations of harrowing pain. 

“Albert! I–”

But his hand goes around her throat in a mere flash, silencing her, halting any attempt to touch him. 

“You– gah!” He snarls, eyes flaring a deep, fiery red around his cat-like pupils. He drops her and, in turn, falls to the floor himself. Wesker hunches over on his knees, wails of agony leaving him as he clenches his chest and head. 

The virus coursing through his body is being assaulted by an overdose of the suppressant, turning it more volatile and painful by the minute. Balance was key, and he had been thrown far from it. 

There is no counter agent, no painkiller, no balm to soothe his agony– for what could ever help a god?  Both you and Excella watch him writhe, but her fear keeps her from doing like you. 

You're not even sure why you did it. 

You sit behind him, legs splayed, and you pull him back to lean against you. His animalistic growls and pained, gasping breaths fill your ears, but all you do is hold him tight like some sort of human restraint. 

Excella stares at you as if you'd lost your mind. 

Perhaps you have. 

A gloved hand grips your forearm with a force so punishing that it makes you yelp. He could break you with one finger, but he's clearly holding back. He could tear you limb from limb even now for invading his space like this. 

But he doesn't. 

“Breathe, Mister Wesker,” you say. You have his honorific wrong– it's doctor– but surely nobody in the room cares to notice. “It will pass, but you must breathe.” 

A growl and seemingly involuntary jerk of his body disrupts your words, but you hold tight nonetheless. 

You do so for nearly an hour.  Against every tremor, against every wave of pain the likes of which you could never imagine. The only noises to be heard are his tight breaths and the hum of fluorescent laboratory lights. 

Sometime in the middle of things, Excella scurried off to fix her mistake. She begged for forgiveness, but he shot her a look that made her go as white as a ghost. 

The sleeves of your lab coat are shredded, arms bruised, and Wesker himself looks no better. It's as if all the fight had been torn out of him and he was no stronger than any mere mortal. The grip on your forearm is leagues lighter. 

He's probably going to kill you for touching him like this. For reducing him to some helpless infant in need of comfort and support. 

His breaths have steadied. 

Somehow you'd brought your free hand up to thumb at his cheekbone. Some odd, inappropriate manner of soothing his pains. 

“Mister Wesker, I–”

“Save it.” He says, cutting you off. Even his voice sounds weak. That fancy edge to it is gone almost entirely. 

He's clearly awake and aware. Why isn't he moving away? Hell, why aren't you moving away? 

“It was in your best interest to assist me.” 

He's posturing, repositioning his authority despite what had just happened.  Your thumb stops moving and that hand around your forearm grips tighter. When you resume, it slackens. 

“Bold of you to have done this,” he hums. “And all this time I thought you lacked a spine.” 

You're not sure what to say to such a statement. You're not sure what he's getting at either. A punishment? A reward? You can practically hear a smirk in his words despite the fact it was nowhere in sight. 

“I can feel you shaking.” 

Shit. 

“Hm…” Wesker releases a sigh, something you've never heard from him before. “Tell you what, pet.” 

Pet? Pet? 

“Continue your little ministrations until I am on my feet, and I will consider your crimes forgiven.”

What? He wants you to keep this up? 

“Does that sound satisfactory?” He asks. “Answer me, pet.” 

With wide eyes and shaking hands, you nod. 

“Y-Yes, Mister Wesker!”

“Good, good... Now, what punishment has Miss Gionne earned for herself, hm?” 

[edible-paint-janyx-dot-com]

Hey jenyx hope u have a nice day, HeadCanons of 1980s SC pleasee?

HELLO I HOPE YOURE ALSO HAVING A NICE DAY!!!

This may involve some rewrite things, sooo hope you're fine with a yandere simulator rewrite mixed into this too! (Read first tag to understand the rewrite!)

Or I could just put rewrite facts at the end.

1980's student council headcanons

Boys for now I guess? Since Sonoko isn't canonically a student council and one of my 1980's oc is only involved in the rewrite, rewrite facts after!!

Reiichi Tanaami "People cry, not because they're weak. It's because they've been strong for too long."

Momma's boy. Definitely.

Likes vanilla ice cream. A lot.

Somewhat lonely despite having a large family, however, he's always so lonely in the large mansion his family owns.

Has wanted to sneak out once, never went through with the idea

Does get spooked easily but doesn't scream

The other student council members are afraid when he smiles. He doesn't know why.

Has cursed out loud once, he tripped and shouted out; "SON OF A MOTHER FUCKING BITCH!"

Is actually really scared of what people thinks of him.

Ken Kyonashima "My insecurities could eat me alive."

Can't lie for shit.

Does not have the heart to curse at all unless he's actually irritated.

The biggest sailor's mouth once he's super irritated.

Fucking hates pranks.

Knows how to rollerskate.

Weak ass lungs.

Biggest fantasy reader.

Despite looking like it, he's actually not easily scared, like at all-

Out of everyone, has the longest patience ever.

Daisaku Aragaki

"Sometimes, it's best to move on like nothing happened; that's the only solution."

Has a lazy eye, it's the covered part of his face.

When he was still a delinquent, he actually never smoked or did drugs, only ever got into fights.

Used to play baseball in elementary.

Good at juggling.

Very good aim.

Has a very good sense of hearing.

He cut his own hair.

José Silva / Joze Shiuba

"I'm not perfect, I make mistakes, I hurt people. But when I say sorry, I mean it."

Runs pretty slow, but say that his mom holding a slipper and is actively chasing him down, he'll run like a damn athlete.

Does horseback riding.

Really paranoid at night.

Almost got struck by lightning once.

Tried dyeing his hair a few times before he enrolled, decided to stick to natural.

Despite being the smallest council member, he has a big profanity vocabulary.

Has tried cooking before on his own, luckily, he managed.

Rewrite facts!!

It's fine if you don't wanna read it!

Origins

Phobias

Arutea's ability to sense poison and gain immunity to it is inspired by Maomao from the Apothecary diaries.

Sonoko is actually the shortest student council member, just an inch below Joze.

(Epic The musical reference) Reiichi is the Odysseus to Arutea's Polities, Reiichi thinks Arutea's "Open arms" mindset is naive while Arutea thinks it's nothing too wrong with it.

Arutea is the only student council who has her driver's license as of 1989.

Reiichi is Arutea's predecessor and the latter's successor is Joze. Where Reiichi is the 1989 student council president, Arutea being 1990 student council president and Joze being 1991 student council president.

Ken's real name is Kenji in the rewrite. Ken is just his nickname given by the students.

[castavilla]

ever since dexter became really popular again a lot of annoying people have started to label him as a “literally me” type of character in the likes of patrick bateman, tyler durdan and the like. but time and time again these groups are making the constant mistake of not only not recognizing that it’s a bad thing to idealize these types of characters, but also ignoring all the innate ways these characters are satirizing and calling out the faults of traditional masculinity either in ways that are underlying homoerotic and thus traditional unmasculine, or embody traits of toxic masculinity the author or director rejects and seeks to mock in the character’s portrayal. i’m used to these groups not being smart enough to read into the irony but it astounds me more that people chose dexter as a character to newly embody the online arcatype because dexter in his internal monologue actively disregards and rejects most aspects of what makes a person masculine (atleast for the early seasons of the show) he doesn’t see himself as a man, more so identifying with concepts of inhumanity such as calling himself a monster, and being aware of living in a shell and his outward self just so happens to take a masculine shape to others around him. he is in direct constrast and near foil to characters like batista, quinn, and doakes who are very masculine in sexual drive and outward aggression. in the first episode he says he sees sex as undignified and over exposing, to the point where in a flashback harry has to pressure his own teenage son into having sex with a girl after prom even though he at that point dex has no interest in sexual relationships with women at all. with rita it was either iniatied by her or iniated by dexter out of a mental peer pressure to act normal, to act how harry raised him for what a man should be like. everything about lila and his supposed sexual liberation he felt with her felt more like failed experiments and mistakes in dexter’s hindsight and it really only starting when he began to emotionally bond with lila, but the whole lila story arc feels so distractingly bad to me whenever i rewatch season 2 because unfortunately while i like lila as a character she is not immune to early 2000’s writers room misogyny. but all the best relationships dex has with women comes from emotionally seeing eye to eye with them as friends and people first, bonding with them and empathizing with them, a thing people tend to forget dexter has to the capacity to feel (a thing that people forget every person with aspd has the capacity to feel). and god knows a lot can be said the first time he has sex with lumen. i can go on and on but i think my main point is the fact that through dex’s neurodivergence and harry mishandling that in the worst way possible has not only disconnected dexter with his own personhood but in doing so chooses to personally read his own disconnect with other men and the indentity of being male with that of being separated from the rest of humanity. feeling like an outsider for not living up to gender role expectations but not feeling even connected enough to live up to said expectations. i just think it’s facinating that in her futch aesthetic debra embodies both femininity and masculinity in equal parts, while constantly wearing her emotions on her sleeve while dex is intended to be the opposite of her in every regard. while one sibling warmly embodies both, the other coldly rejects all agressive feminine and masculine expression with neutral disregard. it’s ironic that the sigma male crowd not only completely misreads every character they absorb to their trend, but also becomes completely ignorant of the fact that it all comes from their desperate desire to be seen as completely misunderstood social outcasts. the want to perfectly emulate the toxically masculine dark triad while still maintaining enough perceived coolness to not be seen as an actual outcast i.e being weak mentally or physically, being queer or severely mentally ill which every “literally me” character is to some extent.

[zer0brainc3lls]

Newtmas headcanons pt2!

Newt and Thomas both read and they just sit in bed together reading all the time, ever so often gasping and going "you'll never guess what just happened-"

Newt is a chronic clothes THIEF. he doesn't buy baggy clothes because he will just go and steal Thomas's stuff 😭 "its not your shirt, its OUR shirt. big difference." "I BOUGHT IT?!" "AND I PICKED IT FOR YOU!" "YEAH I SEE WHY NOW"

Thomas would see little trinkets or flowers and just give it to Newt with little to no context except maybe "for you!" "i found this" Newt has kept every single one. he presses the flowers and keeps them in a book, the trinkets are in a box.

Newt got told by a doctor he should be using a cane, Newt refused but made the fatal mistake of complaining to Thomas about it.. Newt now has a cane decorated with stickers.

before Newt got the flare he had a weaker immune system then the other guys (aka they have really strong immune systems and his was just normal so everyone thought his was weak) but after he got the flare and got cured it ACTUALLY got weak, like a cold for someone else will have him in bed for days vomiting :( Thomas however almost never gets sick.. so he takes care of sick Newt OFTEN

Newt loves taking care of plants, Thomas cannot keep them alive.

Thomas is wearing shorts in the freezing cold, Newt is in multiple layers the moment the temperate gets even slightly cold

Newt is a flower crown/bracelet WARRIOR. Anytime Thomas comes home with flowers he found if he has enough Newt makes them into bracelets for Thomas to wear around (sometimes he makes crowns but he usually makes bracelets because it’s more practical for Thomas)

Thomas won’t take the bracelets off unless he’s showering/sleeping (so they don’t break) and will wear them till they have withered off

Thomas BEGGED Newt to teach him how to plait hair, once he got it down he plaits Newts hair for him

Thomas sometimes has a hard time focusing, and will sometimes not look at people while they are talking (not in a rude way!!) and Newt will just tap him on the shoulder if it’s someone else but if Thomas is “ignoring” HIM.. yk that move he did to frypan when he was looking at Teresa? Yeah. That gets Thomas’s attention alright 😭 example:

Newt: yeah so then-

Thomas: *staring off into the distance, fiddling with his hands deep in thought*

Newt: *rolls his eyes and grabs Thomas’s face and makes him look at him* y’know you’re s’pose to look at people when they talk to ya Tommy

Thomas: *red in the face* uhm- yeah you’re right- sorry what did you say hun?

(Newt knows this gets Thomas flustered btw. Uses it to his upmost advantage)

When Newt got the cure (I’m insane) he still suffered from the rare burst of anger/paranoia and on very very bad days hallucinations, since he was past the gone when he got the cure. No where near as bad to when he had the flare but still bad none the less, Thomas reassures him constantly and helps him calm down.

Being sick is a massiveee trigger for Newt. Fever, flu, vomiting you name it he’s on edge. Sometimes he gets in his own head and second guesses if he’s really cured but once again Thomas saves the day and is always there for him when he’s sick, staying home more to make sure he’s ok. (Writing a small fic about this btw!!!)

Newt is a back rub fanatic. Loves them. Receiving end or giving he does NOT care!! Thomas figured this out and whenever Newt is upset Thomas rubs his back

Fav kiss placements (giving and receiving):

Newt: gives cheek and neck kisses, loves receiving normal, forehead/hair kisses & neck kisses

Thomas: gives normal, just all over Newts face & neck kisses, loves receiving neck kisses and cheek kisses

More on neck kisses specifically there is a reason beside lust!! Its pulse points, reminds them that this is infact real and the other is ok :)

When they hold hands they sometimes check each others pulses out of habit, if in a uncomfortable scenario one will check the others and if it’s higher they gesture with a head nod if the other wants to leave

They both underestimate their own injuries, the other freaks out when the other is slightly sick/injured because in the scorch tiny cuts or the flu were very dangerous. Not much medicine or anything. Even in the safe haven, it’s a habit they won’t get rid of convinced it keeps them safe. They had a rule in the scorch that they had to tell the other if they were injuried since they own they themselves won’t see it as a big deal. Example:

*in the safe haven*

Thomas: hey Newt I got this cut on my hand today *shows palm, slight cut still bleeding*

Newt: *eyes widen in shock, grabbing Thomas’s hand careful not to touch the wound dragging him away*

Brenda: where are you going?!

Newt: to bandage it!! *tugs Thomas’s faster*

They do the whole deal. Cleaning, bandaging double checking etc :( poor boys

Newt tops, Thomas bottoms. No further questions!!

They are NOT picky eaters. At all. Plates fully clean, they do have favourites though

Newt: he loves sweet foods but also loves spicy food, adores pineapple with his whole heart

Thomas: loves salty food, not the biggest fan of spice. Loves carrots and apples though (the carrot one is canon I think)

Going on about food, they share food without question. Apple? Cut in half. Got a snack? Got extra for the other. The other still has food on their plate (very rare) the other will finish it off.

In the wicked facility whenever Thomas ever saw Newt besides sneaking out (rare af) sometimes they would purposely bump into each other just for an excuse to say hi, very very quickly whispering anything important before being ushered away

Sometimes, the others wouldn’t be there when Thomas snuck around so there were a handful of times it was just Thomas and Newt. Newt remembers this and told Thomas, Thomas however doesn’t and is very sad about it. :(

They have perfected lip reading to a tee. Having full on silent convos while everyone else is just like “really?! AGAIN?” Example:

*Newt and Thomas silently talking, gesturing a fuckton with there faces*

Minho: *whispers to Brenda* I’m slowly figuring out that lil shucking language they got going on

Brenda: *whispers back* how?!

They started learning in the scorch, since they rarely got a moment alone they would silently talk strategy. Slowly but surely it turned into silent flirting in the safe haven so Newt will just mouth something and and Thomas will go OUTLOUD “NEWT. NOT HERE!!” “Tommy they don’t know what I’m saying remember??” “… oh yeah”

Before they got together they got into heated arguments and even got slightly physical, all jokes of course but they would shove eachother around and grabbing each others shirts to “emphasise their point” (GAYYYY 🫵🫵🫵🫵)

Another long yap session, expect more. Also new lil fic on working on but do not threat!! I bet on losing dogs chapter 4 IS COMING OUT SOON. And I may write a short lil spin off of Thomas’s worst flare moments in his pov if yall would enjoy that. And soon one of my moots requested a Jeff x reader fic I usually don’t write those but that will be out soon too!!