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[smolsix]

-blows dust off this blog-

So

Little Nightmares III, huh???

I was trying to avoid being excited about it because no solid release date and 2024 could be a few months from now or a year from now and Idk how long I can handle being so fuckin hyped for this game YEEHAW

BUT I CAN'T, I KEEP THINKING ABT THE GAME AAHAHHGAGA

so here are my thoughts, if you wanted to know

FIRST OF ALL, i am so glad that after we saw LTNM II we thought it'd be co-op but it was just an AI, that we finally get co-op! AND ONLINE TOO, i spent the first day worried it'd be shared screen same room situation since i wasn't trying to get my hopes up but then I realised I can just.. google it.. AND IT IS!!! ONLINE!! IDK WHO I AM GONNA PLAY IT W FIRST AAAAAAAA

anyways, you can definitely tell it's a new studio working on this game, the world feels mostly the same but the character designs themselves are definitely stylistically similar, but not the same. With Six especially, the MC designs were very simplistic and realistic but used colour (or for Mono, a single design quirk being the bag) to stand out against their backgrounds and against the enemies which are largely neutral colours. But these new ones feel... "over designed"? On their own they definitely aren't, but in comparison to Mono, Six, Seven, and even NPCs like the flashlight girl, they have a lot more going on (especially the little wrench kid, Idk which one is Alone and which one is Low yet btw OOP)

Despite it being a new studio and you can tell, new puzzles and environments, they're still doing their best to have the OGs vibes and whatnot to feel familiar, namely in the trailer they bring back the fuses, and the additional gameplay video there's a short scene with an environment with all the shelves you can find in LTNM 1s gnome section (the one with the cart that is affected by the Maws swaying).

But regardless, it still feels different enough my brain is still nervous about it. I also feel In A Way about Tarsier having LTNM II explode and their franchise getting the attention it deserves, only to have it stuck with Bandai and now it's going to likely explode again and they aren't involved. Idk how anyone on that team feels about it, but if it were me omg.

Also the only boss we've seen so far (i hope they add more and i def want some to be a surprise so im not gonna assume this is the only one for now) feels... out of place? it has the design qualities of a LTNM boss, but the size of it makes it more of a spectacle than a warped/corruption of an adult. All the previous bosses fit in their environment, we are the small ones and they are scaled to the world around them. This is the first time, outside monster Six who imo is a bit of an outlier anyways due to her circumstances, we're getting a boss who is this huge and doesn't even fit their own environment. I hope we get a lore reason for this in some way, because currently the boss doesn't have the same vibe as the others and it's throwing me off a bit. Don't get me wrong, it'll be terrifying, but looking at the picture as a whole they are sort of out of place for me rn. I don't hate the bitch either, I'm not gonna be like omg get rid of it or change it, but it does strike me as odd seeing it for now.

And yes the tall man is too tall for a lot of things, but he's not THAT big. He's more like yer tall guy who hits his head off doorways, which happens irl anyways LMAO

Little Nightmares primarily tries to capture the feeling of being a small child and how everything is big and scary, but a doll that huge is out of the realm of reality set up for us already. It's gone from scary corrupted animal to godzilla, if that makes sense.

OH AND THE MIRRORS ARE VERY LTNM COMICS OF THEM TEE HEE < 3

[pancake-breakfast]

Time to finish up volume 1 of TriMax!

Archive

Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10

Trigun Volume 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 1 Supplemental Research, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Volume 1: 1-2, 2 DT, 3-4, 3 DT

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 1, Chapters 5-6 below.

Chapter 5: Dancing Revolver

Gods, Vash always has to do that little hip jut, doesn't he?

Eyyy, geranium scene!

It's funny because geraniums are seen as almost plain here. They get used a lot in, like, planters for strip malls and such because they're hardy, drought-resistant beasts that need very little care and grow nicely from cuttings so they're cheap AF to reproduce and spread around. (BTW, if you ever want to add some pretty geraniums you see out in public to your yard/patio/whatever, you can just "borrow" a nice stem from that plant, take it home, and probably grow it for yourself.)

Vash is a growing boy. Of course he's thinking with his stomach.

As someone who has tended to them, I can confidently say that geraniums are definitely determined....

I'm sure he's trying to look somewhat fierce here, but mostly he just looks annoyed.

Uh oh. Vash might have the attention of someone who will try to do some damage.

Yeah... don't go pointing guns at people (purposely or no) if you're all tensed up. You might make a regrettable move.

Oh, no. I remember this guy from the anime. Please send him back where he came from.

LOL, this Elena girl is abandoning her duties to check out Vash the Stampede.

HAHAHAHAHAHA, it's the Vash slaughter song!

"Won't leave a single man alive." Vash, you're so full of shit right now, it's hilarious.

Sorry, Wolfwood. Now you have to deal with Vash being dramatic and calling attention to himself.

The funniest thing about this page to me is how Vash goes from screaming, "AAAAAAAA!!!" in Japanese to screaming, "AAAAAAAAA!!!" in English.

Pretty sure he just turned into a windmill of legs and coattails.

Yeah, from what I gather, bullet-proof vests don't keep you from getting nasty bruises and broken ribs. They just keep the hot lead from entering your body and doing the kind of damage that's harder to recover from.

He's remembering this morning's training session, I see.

Hey, Vash warned them....

Did he miss, though? Did he??

LOL, yeah, he did not.

This is, like, a Vash catchphrase at this point.

Well, if he didn't have Vash's attention before, he has it now.

Chapter 6: Sin

This doesn't have anything to do with the manga; I just want to note the number of times I've tried to navigate these pages by pushing left instead of right on my keyboard ('cause that's the way you read manga) is really, really high.

The contrast between the doctor's optimism and Brad's pessimism. Also, doc's viewing glass.

Wolfwood is having WAY too much fun spectating here. He looks like he's genuinely enjoying the chaos of it all.

Even scum can beg for its life when the tables are turned. Is the regret true and will it stick, or will being allowed mercy only open the door to further atrocities down the line? Do we have the right to decide?

Vash is making a choice, and it's not a choice to do nothing.

Hehhhh, people saying, "What do you know about my pain?" to Vash. Yes, this kind of pain is unique and individual, and Vash hasn't been through anything quite like losing a daughter in such a horrific fashion (that we know of; he is quite old), but he does understand both horrific loss and unimaginable betrayal, as well as the grief, self-blame, and feelings of utter helplessness that can come in its aftermath.

Poor Vash. He looks like hell after that fight. Probably feels like it, too.

Vash gave the father time to not become a murderer, and that's the sort of thing that would be of infinite value to Vash.

This panel, though. Important character notes here. In fact, one might say the only person Vash might not see as family on this planet is his very own twin.

The doctor sure has some trust in Vash getting out of things. And... he probably knows Vash well enough to know Vash would regret if his situation caused trouble for the doc and the rest of the people on that steamer.

LOL, Wolfwood, making a dramatic entrance, ready to bust through everything with hot lead and his beloved bike. He looks like an antihero arriving to save his kidnapped woman.

Hahahahahahaha, he pretty much buried Vash in rubble with that entrance. Mmmmmaybe didn't think it all the way through....

This panel has the same energy as Wolfwood telling Vash that kicking a rocket out of the air was "fucking stupid."

Awww, Wolfie, your heart of gold is showing....

We're just gonna ignore these panels where WW warns Vash that one of these days, pushing his luck won't work and he'll have to choose. I'm sure there's no foreshadowing in that whatsoever. Nope, none at all.

Ok, I tried to ignore it, but I also want to note I think Stampede did an excellent job capturing this running theme of how Vash is walking a precarious path trying not to choose. I don't remember that theme at all in '98. (Not saying it wasn't there; just saying it doesn't stand out in my memory.) Meanwhile, it's not just core to Vash's story in Stampede, but it's core to Meryl's and Wolfwood's stories in Stampede, too, even if in theirs, it's not mentioned so explicitly by the narrative.

Goshdarn it. That stupid Hitler-moustached, too-tall bowler hat guy is still here. Yes, yes, I know he wasn't dealt with so he can't just leave. But I want him to leave because it's better than him being in the narrative.

SEE?!!? GOOD PEOPLE DON'T HAVE PEOPLE PUPPETS LIKE THAT. SEND BOWLER HAT GUY BACK!!!

Uuuuhhhhh.... Look, I get that Legato (like a good percentage of the major characters in this story) likes fetish gear, but wearing a freaking iron maiden is taking it to a whole 'nother level.

Also, is he really big, or is this new creature person very small, or is the panel just framed weird for weird perspective? Questions....

Author Bonus Chapter: Gun Love Island

SALUTATIONS!!!

If this panel is meant to be the inside of Nightow's brain, it's a... very busy place. I do have a special appreciation for the dragon dissolving into a single sexy fishnet leg.

Oh, so the '98 anime had already started by the time this collection came out.

"First half of the story." LOL, half. Lies. But this might be a bit of a translation error. I've seen it elsewhere. Seems like (and I could be wrong here since I'm not a Japanese language expert by any means) the Japanese terms for parts of things don't necessarily mean equal parts like they do in English. To clarify, in English, if we say "a third," we mean 1/3 + 1/3 + 1/3 = 1, but the Japanese term that usually gets translated into 1/3 (三分; literally "three parts") can also mean 1/3 + 1/2 + 1/6 = 1. It's still referring to one part of three out of the whole, but that part is not necessarily equal to the other parts. Then again, the characters usually used for "half" are 半分 rather than 二分, and to the best of my knowledge, 半 does indeed mean equal halves, so maybe I'm wrong in this instance. I don't know, I'm not reading this in Japanese and I've only studied the language for like 3 years, which is nothing for Japanese.

Hahahahaha, sounds like Trigun is a bit of a case of the story running away with the author. It happens sometimes.

I'm also happy that people like Nightow's characters. Thank you very much.

[silvermuffins]

Seward Summary!

Alright we've got a lot of ground to cover here. Aaaaaaaa.

WARNINGS: mention of predatory behavior toward children

Seward ruminates on how he's already back to this, and it's not even a fresh start - it's a continuation. This is the first he's had reason to continue.

Renfield has been up to his usual business of flies and spiders, nothing noteworthy here.

Seward got a letter from Arthur. Quincey is with him, and Arthur is grieving but beginning to recover his old spirits.

Van Helsing is up to things, including making Seward think about Lucy again, staying overnight in Exeter, and getting really agitated over an article in a newspaper.

Specifically one about children getting led off and being found with small injuries on their throats. He shows it to Seward.

Seward quickly connects the neck wounds to Lucy's. He assumes they're caused by the same thing.

Van Helsing says that's sort of true but not exactly the case. He has Seward guess what Lucy died of, and while he can provide the exact cause of death, he misses the key: where did her blood go?

Van Helsing says Seward is too much a man of science to put the pieces together. Science tries to explain everything, and if it can't explain something, maintains that that thing isn't real.

He goes on a speech about several mysterious things of the world, about how science has marched on in some fields to places that would have been considered sorcery. From there he questions the lifespans of some men, while Lucy couldn't live just one more day or they could have saved her. He then brings up several strange animals of the world, including bats that drink blood and leave victims just as pale as Lucy.

He goes on through several wonders of animal lifespans, including a few beliefs about people who are immortal, or who can apparently put themselves into a death-like state, be buried, and then dug up months later and they walk around again.

Seward catches on that Van Helsing is trying to teach him something, here, but back in his school days Van Helsing would tell him what to be thinking about while he went off. Seward doesn't have that help now so he asks.

Essentially, Van Helsing wants Seward to be willing to consider things that do not seem possible, or that would seem to have been debunked. Facts and truths are valuable, but shouldn't be taken, on their own, as reason to rule out some bigger truth that might be bearing down on them.

They now circle back to the throat wounds, which Seward still supposes were made by the same creature in all cases. Van Helsing corrects that the wounds on the children were made by Lucy.

Naturally, Seward is pretty unhappy with the thought of that.

Van Helsing expresses that being insane would be better than knowing this kind of truth, and that his delay in explaining was out of effort to break it to Seward gently and in a way he might believe rather than rejecting outright.

Van Helsing wants to prove the matter tonight. He wants to take Seward first to visit the most recent child found. The attendant doctor is a friend of both of them, and Van Helsing expects he'll let them look in to learn, though they won't tell him any of the surrounding context of the visit.

And then they'll spend the night in the graveyard. Van Helsing has the key to Lucy's tomb.

The child was awake and recovering well. The neck wounds definitely resembled Lucy's, and the attendant doctor said it was probably an animal bite - maybe a rat, but he suspected a bat of some kind. Possibly bred or brought back by a sailor from a foreign species of vampire bat.

The doctor also makes mention of the wolf that escaped, and how the kids were playing wolf-related games after that up until this bloofer lady thing started happening, and even his current patient immediately wanted to go play with the bloofer lady upon waking up.

Van Helsing confirms the child won't be going home for a bit, and cautions the doctor to be cautious about returning the child home, and to tell their parents to keep a close eye on them. It would be better not to repeat the event.

It was dark by the time their visit ended, but Van Helsing said there was no hurry. They got dinner. It was dark and lonely and darker and lonelier as they headed to the graveyard after.

They climbed over the wall and found Lucy's tomb. They unlocked the door, and went in, and Seward describes at length how very dismal and grim the place was.

Van Helsing uses a candle to find Lucy's coffin and proclaims he's going to open it. He goes through quite a process to do so, and when he's got a window open beckons Seward to come see.

The coffin is empty.

Van Helsing is surer than ever, but Seward isn't convinced of anything except that the body isn't there. All he can think of logically is that some of the undertaker's people stole it. He already doubts that theory.

Van Helsing says they need more proof, then. So they leave the tomb, and Van Helsing offers the key for Seward's safekeeping and certainty, but he refuses.

Van Helsing says they are to watch the yard from opposite sides, so they hide away in the shadows behind trees and headstones.

Seward is extremely unhappy with the evening's errand after several hours of cold, miserable, and tired watching.

Suddenly a white streak flies past, and a dark figure from Van Helsing's side of the yard chases after it. Seward tries to hurry toward it, but his path and view are blocked by the trees and headstones. A white figure flits about the Westenra tomb.

Seward finds Van Helsing holding a sleeping child.

Seward is still not convinced, but is confused about how the child got here and if they're hurt. They leave the churchyard and check the child over - there is no injury, and Van Helsing says they were just in time.

They determine they can't take the child to a police station, because then they'd have to explain themselves. Instead, they go to where a cop is sure to pass by on a routine patrol, and leave the child where he won't miss it. Once they've seen the cop pick up the child, they slip away, and catch a cab back.

Seward can't sleep after all that, so he makes this entry, but Van Helsing intends to call on him for another adventure tomorrow.

Whew! Long one! Sorry for how late this one is, folks, I'm trying to keep up!

[rsmrymnt-tea]

Hii<3 asking about how Dola feels abt Belphegor >_> and also how they would feel abt...Sally..!

Belphie!!! Cracks knuckles bc I feel like I'm gonna talk about like... Canon divergence dhjkgfd (sorry for rubber ducking on your ask+eventually going on and on on Sally's sdhfjksd working mostly off of my imagination since you don't talk about them enough!! >.<)

So like... Of course this is like, the roughest start of them all, even more so because Dola doesn't go up to see him on her second day in the Devildom like MC does in canon? As curious as she is, hearing a disembodied voice call for help in the a house full of demons is idiot behavior she refuses to do. So Lilith has to do a little interfering so that Belphie's attempts at trying to get to her work (in her canon they don't meet in the attic until much later; they first meet in her dreams where he terrorizes her for a bit until she gives in and talks in exchange for some peace).

They sort of... Surprisingly get along while they're dream chatting? Begrudgingly since he's just always there pestering her about progress on making the pacts while also sort of looking for someone to talk to in a way, so he's the most consistent constant company she has. And if she wants a good night of sleep she has to like, not upset him, so they're both pretty annoyed at each other until something distracts them from it. Their talks kind of err on the side of her updating him about stuff that happened, how his brothers are, which eventually starts getting the chance of him ranting to her and her helping him work through his feelings.

And things go well enough! It leads to her eventually getting up the attic while Lucifer's away (I'll bring you some of that sushi you like if you'll leave me alone tomorrow night) and he goes into a crisis of whether he actually *gags* likes a human.

Post-Incident uh, things are pretty rough. He's mainly saved from her never forgiving him by her coming to the conclusion that Diavolo and Barbatos knew everything was going to happen and played a part in planning it + him offering a pact in exchange for a shot at forgiveness (bc her avoiding him was making shit kinda rough for him in the HoL). Then from there it slowly goes back to them being pretty chill with each other? He does put effort into making things better between them, which she sees and accepts as points in his favor.

(idk why but I'm inclined to say he had like, a pretty longtime crush on her...? That only Beel knew about.)

Tbh they don't spend that much time together unless it's in a group with the other brothers. Dola's very anti-sloth as a person plus combined with how Belphie spends a lot of time asleep there's not a lot of times they can hang out one-on-one. Unless he hangs out in the same room as her while she's working on something, or is the one to join her whenever she needs to go out to do some nature studies for art thingz. He's probably had her teach him how to make good art and it goes... not that well shjkfhgjkfg

They're like... Idk how to word it. It's chill, simple company that's pretty laid back, but sometimes they get deep if they're alone somewhere private...? Sort of the same as how they were while he was still in the attic, but now they both update each other on what they've been doing when they're not hanging out together with the company of the others. They talk shit about the royals often and get into the occasional argument about whether Dola overworks herself or not (spoiler, she kinda does.)

He also knows his baby brother card doesn't work on her but tries anyway, then she rubs it in that it doesn't work.

AAAAAAAA okay that's a lot. time for Sally!! Which is probably shorter since I don't know her too well

Okay so for Sally I'm gonna set up a scene lmao. Let's say they meet in Goetia for the first time when Asmo takes Dola there to get her hair rescued after messily chopping something like 12 inches off mid-breakdown (canon). She knows she looks like a mess and sticks out among everyone there, probably.

When it's her turn to get up there and get her hair done, she's probably been watching Sally work for a while since I imagine they're pretty standout among the Goetia staff as well. Very good fashion, mentally taking down notes. Probably unknowingly helps set Dola up into a future goth of some form (or at least wears predominantly black and yes Sally is canon in Dola's canon now oh yes it's happening)

The death aura v death aura probably cancel out into Dola thinking Sally's really chill? Easy to talk to, can trust them with her hair. Sally's totally not the vibe she was expecting when Asmo set up the appointment. Would Sally initiate small talk? :o

Whether or not they do, Dola would come out of it pleased and contemplating having her hair bleached and colored. From then on she becomes a regular client whenever she has to get her hair done while in the Devildom (and later on just in general once she knows how to teleport. Sally gets to do whatever they want with immortal Dola's hair once it starts going out pure white every few months.)

Also I have no idea what etiquette is but I like thinking that they start hanging out outside of the salon because Dola ends up being Sally's last client of the day and it's too early to head home or they conversation's really nice so they go and grab some sort of drink of choice somewhere... Or like just walk around aimlessly when the streets are quiet while they have a chat >w<

Which is where I think Dola would start like, talking more and bring up more stuff that she has in common with Sally? I can see Dola enjoying having someone other than Satan and Lucifer to discuss art with since I imagine Sally's tastes and takes to be different from theirs, and that since I think Sally actually makes art it adds a whole new layer to their conversations, y'know? Like it's always different when the person gets it from a maker/creator standpoint.

Oooh plus Dola updated Sally on all the human world stuff, art and fashion and all? Feel like she'd enjoy coaxing whatever excitement she can get out of Sally

Oml imagine Sally being the one to start Dola off on getting together a new wardrobe during her first in the Devildom once she's finally had enough of her hoodies and jeans?? Beating Asmo to the punch? This is becoming like... Headcanons about those two more than Dola's thoughts but still sdhfk I feel like the fact that Dola would let them take her shopping says a lot >w<

You know what? Dola needs friends outside of the brothers and Solomon ahjsk this is fun

Send me a character and I'll tell you how my one OC feels about them (or if you somehow remember the names of my other rarely mentioned OCs, you can ask about them too lmao

[songs-about-girls-like-me]

chapter 15: 4ever obsessed

I hated the paper in which they had printed every english workbook in the world. It either was literal newspaper or magazine material and it was always a PAIN to use pencil on them. Still, I did, cause I refused to use pen to write on them. I was missing a couple of answers on the page before I could go ahead and be chaotic with my friends, as the rest of my classmates participating in the jungle-like ambient of school.

"2. Her lawyer would [___], or argue, that she was innocent." The words I hadn't used were "stress", "spare" and "contend" and I was re-reading every sentence on the page when someone leaned over me and drummed on my desk.

"Hurry up, bitchhh" It was Ella, half singing her words.

"Shut the fuck uppp" I said copying her, still with my eyes on the page.

"Come onnnn!! The answers are written on the damn blackboard, Rees!" She pretended to choke me for a second, making us both laugh.

"Yeah, I'm trying to learn a language here."

"Ugh, you're so annoying. Plus, it's so easy!"

"It's literally not"

"Number 1 is "prohibit", number 2 is "contend" She was reading from the blackboard. Miss Claudia would straight up write the answer key for us to "check our results" aka not having to teach a class lol. And we knew she was being lazy and she knew we were being lazy.

"Aaaaaaaa shut uppppp, Ella"

"3 is "spare", 4 "adress", 5 "countr-

"Come on, Rees" It was Poppy now, and she was shaking my shoulders. I laughed a bit again.

"Maybe if you guys let me have a think!!"

"Ree, just copy the stupid answers!!!!" This was Olivia, who would call me "Ree" like my family did.

"Aaaggh" I looked up at them, MJ was there too, just laughing and I couldn't help but smile at them towering over me looking happy, but also just needed a moment to finish!!! As we've stated before, I had a hermione granger personality complex and cheating on something like this was a bit unthinkable to me and my knowledge ambitions.

"We love our smarty pants friend"

"Fuck you guys"

We laughed and then they gave me a couple minutes to finish while they were chatting, standing around my desk, their four voices and laughs hovering over me. I was obsessed. Never had it felt this way to be me. It felt so cool and different to have Poppy and MJ now. Maybe because I had met them being now older, it felt so much like a new and cooler vibe, and even Liv and Ella felt newer and cooler to me.

Five minutes later, after getting my work graded and having Ella and Liv mock me cause "I would've gotten a 10/10 had I just copied from the blackboard as everyone else!!!", we went to the back of the classroom to a bunch of desks that had been pushed messily against the wall by the four of them, and then we hung out there, sitting on top of the desks, or rather laying on them, sort of how mermaids rest to take the sun and comb their hair on a rock in the shore. As if there was any sun to take in the cloudy 1pm afternoon inside the classroom.

One of the top activities we enjoyed was chat and have a great Time while focusing on appearing nonchalant and pretty. That specific day, one of us had brought grapes for lunch, the type of grape that is very round, the color of red wine and actually crunches inside your mouth when you bite them. Delicious! We put the tupper ware in the middle of the desks and talked while actively trying to look cool while eating. We all were giving tips on how to achieve this, as if we could've given a master class on "how to bite a grape and how to make it look like you're kissing someone and how to do it without making it look weird." And we laughed and laughed and laughed, cause sometimes it was terrible and sometimes we would mock each other, and it still felt like being by the pool side.

"They're looking at us" said Ella.

"Who?" asked Olivia.

"My stupid jerk ex-friends" said MJ.

"That's fun" said Poppy bitting a grape down the middle. "Of course they're looking, you look emotionally fine and we're looking cooler than them." Poppy said it as facts and I believed her.

"Also, you haven't cried in ages" added Ella.

"Thanks, Elle" said MJ with a bit of irony, making us laugh. But it was true.

"We love our drama queen" I said messing her hair up a tiny bit.

"Yea, I know I know" MJ blew us a few kisses. And Poppy asked whether she could also be our drama queen and we started talking about who was most dramatic of us five.

I took a grape to my lips and looked around while bitting it, believing I could look like a greek godess as I flicked my hair off my shoulder. They were talking between them, the popular group of girls and boys, but it was true, I could feel a faint glance from some of them. Rome, the new kid who had voluntarily admitted to thinking I was pretty, now had these dismissive glances he would give me if we ever looked each other in the eye, as if that could erase the fact that it happened or that I was indeed pretty. I thought it was very petty of him. Also, MJ's ex girlfriends were clearly talking about us. Mia and Brody were still "together", which just meant they were always next to each other, while he tried talking to her and she ignored him. They were suppossed to be a "cool couple" but i'm sure no one really thought so, not even them.

I didn't tell my friends about him putting his jacket over her shoulders during Disco Night but it crossed my mind for a second when I saw them there. "They look so dumb" I thought to myself with a shake of my head. I actually hadn't even mentioned Brody to either MJ or Poppy. It was rare that I would articulate even a sentence about those type of feelings. Just cause I thought they weren't important. They were not these intense die-hard sentiments, so I didn't want anyone to make a big deal out of them. I would talk about them if it felt fun. Like at the sleepover. But usually I would just lazily drop them somewhere inside me with my careless hands, let them hang around in the back of my mind, like a receipt you've been meaning to either paste on a scrapbook or toss in the trash, that ends up falling between the wall and your desk. Like, I just couldn't find a reason to recount that interaction at the camp ? Maybe if I liked him, I would. But all I was doing at this point was keeping tabs on Brody cause I had loved the spark between us at age 5. I shook my head thinking I was being stupid, finishing another grape with a laugh.

"NO way I am more dramatic than either of you!" said Ella sounding categorical.

"You sure??" I asked just to take the piss on her.

"Ohh, you? You can actually take my place in this drama podium, Rees"

"Shut up" we all were giggling, even after she threw a bitten grape at me which was criminal cause they were too good.

"Why is Rick coming this way?" Said Olivia. One of the basketball dudes, Rick, was heading towards us. It came like a slap in the face:

"Poppy, you're a whore"

The world paused for a split second after hearing that word. I looked at her, Poppy, to find a half smirk on her face.

"Yea? and what are you, dumbass?" asked her, with a laugh.

"Oh wait! Wait... we don't give a shit" said Ella cutting him before he could even come up with a comeback. I saw him trying to formulate words on his lips.

"Cool. Bye Rick!" I added before he could insult anyone again. I was glad Poppy was chill about it, but I was ready to fight. We all waved at him with sarcastic smiles and said "bye-bye" almost in unison which made us laugh. And he had to leave cause what else could he do?

"What the fuck?" asked Ella.

"It was them" said MJ.

"You think they sent him?" thought Liv.

"Idk. Could've been the basketball guys" commented Elizabeth.

"Well, either way, that was fucking mean." Stated Poppy with an undertone that wasn't too light.

I had been sure because of her reaction, Poppy didn't care being called a whore. She actually got that constantly. But by the look in her eyes now, I understood she was just good at laughing pretty and cursing at people when she had to.

"Whatever." Ella passed the tupper ware box around and lovingly played with Poppy's hair for a second. We all knew. So we shit-talked everyone and played to be mermaids again.

[ze-maki-nin]

I love them !! Omf they're so cool!!! I love their quirk and love how you've also added set backs like forgetting their age/what she looks like and also adding the fact that dying does cause him trauma and such!! Love it !!!

Also would you really? :') I would vent so much trauma into it esp since my parents changed a ton within the last 2 years I have so many things they did to me that was abusive, neglectful, scaring, and even things thatve made doing things I like doing hard as hell (singing, dancing, writing, rambling, etc)

So like :') just imagine that onto Belos and trying to protect hunter bc y e a

Aaaaaaaa on a dif note

If evil why so huggable???? If evil why so fatherly??? If evil why so sweet looking??

Sort of kind of 'if evil why so hot'

ʚ♡ɞ

bvuiferk thank you ! she was kind of an impulse thing 😬

i would lmao

like said before i put eveyrthing all my trauma anxiety depression thoughts etc into my twins and just

project everything on them :,)

so yes i would read it cause we love a little angst/trauma comfort

[whumpmatsus]

Why hello there new blog. 👀 I shall watch with interest. Would it be fine to ask for Karamatsu with a bad stomachache/similar?

hehe, I hope you enjoy watching!

and YES of course! God I'm such a Karamatsu girl 😩

We've got some of everything here, I think? Oops All Matsus! XD ... but the Choukeimatsu is definitely strong in this one haha

enjoooooy! <3

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It’s kind of a given that in a house with six brothers in close quarters, anything one of them catches is going to end up running its way through all of them.

It’s… less of a given that Karamatsu is going to be the one who recovers last.

Most of the time he’s the first one to push through it, seemingly via sheer power of will because he wants to take care of the others. Or, at least, he’s not usually the one still down for the count when everyone else is on the mend.

This time around, he’s been curled up on the couch since all of them woke up this morning. They’re all feeling fine, while he’s apparently still feeling like crap.

He’s set himself up with a wastebasket nearby and he’s refused everything his brothers have tried to shove down his throat ― water, food, even medicine is turned away. They all might think he’s just being stubborn if not for the fact that he’s so clearly still sick. Regardless, they’ve stopped trying to offer since they know he isn’t going to take any of it.

As far as Karamatsu himself is concerned, if whatever sickness he’s got is going to kill him, he wishes it would hurry up and do so already. He doesn’t know how much more he can take. There’s an uncomfortable, cramping heat in his belly that’s constantly threatening to flip into something much worse. He’s been vomiting for a couple days now, on and off, like the rest of his brothers. Unlike them, however, it hasn’t gotten much better for him.

He tries so hard to be cool and unbothered. This is starting to worry him, though. How come everyone else is back to normal while he continues to struggle not to puke at the mere thought of plain rice?

For as much as Totty claims to hate germs, the youngest has been camping out next to the couch most of the morning, playing on his phone. It affords Karamatsu a view of the games Totty’s playing and the videos he’s watching; distractions as he tries to keep himself from tossing what little there is left to toss in his stomach. He isn’t sure whether or not Totty planned it that way, just that he’s grateful for something else to focus on other than the unbearable nausea.

“Heyyyy, Karamatsu-nii-san,” he suddenly speaks up, holding the phone closer to his miserable older brother’s line of sight. “What do you think of this pretty girl? Is her dress the right color for winter? It’s cute, but, I don’t know… I think maybe she would have looked better in blue…”

Now, Karamatsu isn’t sure what it is about the video clip Totty is showing him. It might be the bright lights in the background, or it might be the twirling motions the woman on the screen is making. Or, quite frankly, it might be nothing at all, since he feels so horrible.

But only a few seconds after he squints at the video clip, his stomach rebels against something. Although he wants to reply to his dearest younger brother, the second he parts his lips to give a clever retort, he feels his stomach clench. Saliva pools in his mouth, and he quickly raises a hand up to his face.

He swallows once. Twice. Three times. He tries to take a breath, in through his nose and out through his mouth like Choromatsu taught him. Nothing helps, because he ends up gagging anyway.

Immediately Totty yelps and launches himself away from the sofa. All the noise, particularly Karamatsu’s heaving, catches the attention of the rest of the sextuplets. Soon enough, someone has hurried over to hold the wastebasket beneath him, and someone else is using what feels like all their strength to help prop him over it so he doesn’t miss.

A brief glance up reveals that the one holding him is Jyushimatsu ― of course, he’s the most coordinated of them all ― and Choromatsu is playing trashcan jockey. Karamatsu’s head swims again, and that small motion is all that’s needed for his stomach to protest again. He retches a few times before whatever is left, which can’t be much at this point, splatters into the can.

“Totty!” he can hear Choromatsu scolding the youngest. “W-what the hell was that for?!”

“What was what for?!” Totty retorts. “I was trying to cheer him up! It’s not my fault!”

Ichimatsu snickers from his spot in the corner. “Che, so you made Shittymastu sick by trying to help. Sounds about right for you.”

“Excuse me?! You take that back or I’ll post that video of you being a drunk asshole online so everyone can laugh at my big, dumb brother!”

“HEY!” It’s Osomatsu who quiets the entire room with one sharp word. He’s knelt next to the couch, one hand trying to keep Karamatsu’s hair out of his face. “Would you guys all shut the fuck up? For God’s sakes, let the poor bastard puke in peace! The last thing he needs is to hear you douches arguing while he’s giving the trashcan a new coat of paint!”

For his part, Karamatsu appreciates his older brother standing up for him when he’s unable to do so himself. It’s just a little hard to convey that when his body is trying to bring up everything he’s eaten ever in his life.

It hurts, too. The sensation in his stomach is tight now, painful like there’s a knife stuck in his middle. Every gag makes a stabbing, all-over pain spiderweb through his whole body. As if he’s made of porcelain and something is repeatedly making cracks.

Finally he thinks it should be over, because nothing else is coming up. He shudders and heaves and it doesn’t produce anything other than an uncomfortable ache in his throat. Honesty, his entire body is aching now.

He lets out a few ragged breaths before slumping back onto the sofa, predictably pulled into a more-careful-than-usual Jyushimatsu hug. “It’s okay, Karamatsu-nii-san! I’ve got you!!”

“Aaah.” Karamatsu lifts his hand and places it, shaking, on his little brother’s head to praise him for a job well done. “Jyushimatsu… I’ll leave it to you… to tell my Karamatsu girls… I loved them…”

He hears Ichimatsu scoff. “You should be more worried that you were puking without puking than your nonexistent fangirls, you dumbass.”

“Yeah, that was weird,” Osomatsu agrees. “You heard that too, Ichimatsu?”

“Mhm. It almost made me want to hurl again.”

“Yeah… he should be better by now. I mean, we’re all fine. And he hasn’t been eating, so it’s not like there’s anything left in there. What’s his stupid body trying to throw up? His Goddamn kidneys?”

Karamatsu hears Choromatsu groan. “Oh, my God, you guys are disgusting!” When Karamatsu looks up, the third eldest is hovering over him with a concerned expression. “Ah… they… might be right, though. Karamatsu-nii-san… you’re just as sick as we all were at the beginning of this. It doesn’t seem like you’ve improved like we have. How… do you feel now? Any better since you threw up?”

He tries to laugh. It comes out sounding more like a sob, though. “N… no…” It feels like even too deep a breath will tip the scale on his nausea and cause another avalanche. “I’m… I’m dizzy… it still hurts.”

“A-ah, gosh…” Choromatsu’s hand sets lightly against Karamatsu’s cheek, then neck, and if his face is any indicator, he doesn’t like what he feels. “You’ve… still got a fever. And you’re sweating and lightheaded and… still throwing up. Shit.”

He moves his hand to gently card through his big brother’s hair as if trying to reassure him. “Karamatsu-nii-san… d-do you think you could make it to the doctor? If we helped you?”

That’s not an idea he enjoys entertaining. Having to get up off the couch, bundle up in a coat, ride the train… it sounds so exhausting. He’s already tired. But… if Choromatsu is even bringing it up, he must think it’s a better idea than Karamatsu continuing to try and recover on the couch.

He manages a nod. “Sure… sure, if you help me.”

“Great.” Choromatsu straightens up and heads for the door. “I’ll go call the office and see if they can get you an appointment today. If they can, I’ll go with you, and…” He surveys the rest of the room. “… I’d prefer at least onemore person go with us, just in case.”

“Yeah, I’ll go, no problem.” The eldest’s voice is one Karamatsu didn’t expect to hear, though maybe he should have. Osomatsu is still lingering on the floor next to him, taking the spot where Totty was, and, now that Karamatsu thinks about it, he can feel his older brother gently rubbing his shoulder. “… Do you think maybe we should try to force him to drink something, too? You can’t survive without water, right?”

Choromatsu sighs; not necessarily because it’s one more thing to add to the list, but it sounds like he’s just worried. He probably doesn’t want to force one of his brothers to do anything ― especially one of his big brothers, and especially when said big brother is already so sick. “I mean… yeah, it’s not good that he hasn’t had anything to drink today, and not much in the last few days. Throwing up so much is probably making him dehydrated… which, stupidly enough, can make him throw up more.”

Osomatsu hums in thought and gives Karamatsu’s shoulder a small squeeze to get his attention. “Hey, Karamatsu. Do you think you could handle some tea?”

“Really weak tea,” Choromatsu hurries to clarify. “You’re not supposed to drink anything too intense after throwing up.”

Karamatsu shuts his eyes in a desperate bid to avoid the worried, pleading faces of his brothers looking back at him. Just thinking about anything going into his body and sliding down his throat right now makes his stomach swirl viciously.

He feels Jyushimatsu hug him a little tighter, which doesn’t help matters. “Aww, please, Karamatsu-nii-san! You can drink some tea for your little brother, right? Riiiiight?”

A groan is what he gets in response, though the giggling suggests he isn’t too broken up about it.

His hair is brushed back, and stroked through a few times. “Well,” Osomatsu says softly, “how about for your big brother, then?”

After a moment of thought, Karamatsu lets out a whimper, leaning his head closer that way in an obvious attempt for more affection. “I… suppose I do only have one older brother, after all…”

He hears Choromatsu chuckle by the door. “Good, good. I’ll make some, then. We’ll try not to make you drink too much… and… I’ll call the doctor while I boil water for it. Hopefully they can fit you in. In the meantime, just, um… try to rest, alright?”

At the very least, he doesn’t have to tell Karamatsu twice. The second eldest relaxes, keeping his eyes shut. He hears Osomatsu quietly urge Jyushimatsu to switch positions, and he scoots himself up onto the couch. Somehow he manages to pull Karamatsu into his lap, letting his younger brother curl up against his stomach.

“Hey, there. It’s okay. Big brother’s gotcha, Kara.” A careful touch runs up and down Karamatsu’s back, bringing the slightest sense of relief. “Get some sleep.”

Then Osomatsu pauses, and with a laugh he adds, “Just… warn me if you’re gonna puke again, okay?”

[argisthebulwark]

im just thinking abt the big grumpy listener, one night is starting to freak out bc they realize that they have a big responsibility as the listener, but they know nothing about it and also know that everyone just hates them because they're a dick to everyone. Cicero is there in the room with them and the listener hates to show any sort of vulnerability so they're trying to get Cicero to leave by at first going like "just go away" and "leave me alone" to flat out insults because they're slowly losing it more and more until they just break down in front of him and Cicero just hugs them. The listener at first doesn't hug him back until he starts to let go in which case they just pull him closer and sob into his shoulder.

aaaAAAAA i started making an actual oc. not sure if they’ll be the listener or guild master yet but i am slowly overcoming my fear of being cringe. i may end up making the listener and using this one shot as part of their story but we just don’t know. 

cicero/gender neutral listener

it’s 2 am and i used a lot of my own experiences with mental illness. please do not read if that could be triggering for you. it mostly relates to panic attacks, sensory issues, pushing people away, and feelings of self loathing.

“It’s fine. You’re fine. It’s fine. You’re fine. It’s fine. You’re fine.”

They repeated the mantra as if in a trance. It felt like the world was crashing down around them but no one else was noticing. The walls felt too tight. The could feel every part of their clothes touching their skin. Everything felt too much, too much all at once and they couldn’t hold it in anymore. 

The Listener. The leader. The Dragonborn. Too many titles, too many responsibilities, not enough answers. There wasn’t anyone to turn to. The last Listener was dead and buried just like the last leader of the Brotherhood. They didn’t even know the last time a Dragonborn had walked Nirn. They were all alone with no one to question. 

“It’s fine. You’re fine. It’s fine. You’re fine.” 

They clutched their head in their hands, leaning forward until they were curled in on themself. There was no one to turn to, no one to ask for help. Everyone hated them. They were too rude to the others in the Brotherhood who had survived. They were too short with everyone around them, too wrapped up in their own issues to care about anyone else’s. It felt like they were going to implode and no one would care. No one would care and it was all their own fault.

“Listener?”

The jester’s voice broke the rhythm of the Listener’s mantra. They glared up at him, the new target of their malice. It always felt good to scrape up every ounce of pain and self hatred and fling it onto someone else, maybe they could stop hating themself long enough to figure something out. 

“Get out.” They snarled and Cicero paused in the doorway. He noticed the way they were curled up on the ground pressed securely into the corner of the room. Their desk was overturned, paperwork and plans flung in every direction from their outburst. The pity they saw in his face only fanned the rage and hatred consuming the Listener. 

“Cicero is here to serve you.” His voice was gentler, less shrill than before. The Listener wondered if he saw them as some vulnerable animal. It made them want to vomit. 

“I said get the fuck out of my room.” They snapped back when Cicero silently sat down. He still stared at them with that odd mix of pity and intrigue. “Don’t you have to attend to your corpse?” 

The Listener saw the quick twist in his expression but Cicero kept in whatever he wanted to say. He stared at them, sometimes tilting his head when they ordered him out or threatened him but remained seated. The Listener screamed until their throat was raw and tears covered their heated cheeks. They screamed and shouted at Cicero to get out, to leave them alone, to stop fucking looking at them like that until the last drop of anger was gone. 

They felt empty. Slumped back against the wall the shame of what they’d done hit; had their first act as leader of a new Dark Brotherhood been screaming themself hoarse at the Keeper? The tears kept flowing as the self-loathing filled in little crack in their mind, the cold fingers of numbness already tightening around their chest.  

They weren’t fine. Nothing was fine. They’d been granted some of the most respected positions in Skyrim. What a waste of a title. 

The Listener didn’t hear Cicero move. Their eyes stayed closed, praying that he’d left them to wallow in the misery they’d created. Pressing the heels of their hands into their eyes the Listener let go of their control. The ugly sobs filled the room until there was no more room to think, no coherent thoughts, just the horrible release of emotional pressure. 

Two arms wrapped around the Listener and shocked them. They knew who it was, of course. Cicero hugged his Listener even when they stiffened against his hold, that horrible knee-jerk reaction to push people away. 

“I am here to help you, my Listener.” Cicero’s voice was still controlled, something the Listener wasn’t used to. He was so calm, still handling the Listener as if they could break at any second. A dozen insults popped into their head but for the first time, the Listener held their tongue. 

Cicero held the Listener for what felt like hours. They remained stiff, two parts of their minds at war - one screaming for him to get off of them while the other, quieter part begged for him to keep caring. Their body shook with the force of their sobs but they couldn’t hold it in anymore. Cicero still kneeled in front of them, holding them when they could do nothing but cry.

The Listener felt it. Cicero leaned back, retracting his touch. The vile part of their brain reveled in the feeling as if it was proof he hated them, more reason to hate themself. The Listener tried to shove that part away and lunged for Cicero, refusing to lose his touch. 

Their fall onto the stone floor was not graceful or silent or anything that assassins should be. It was messy and loud, smacked elbows and tangled legs but they couldn’t lose him. Cicero allowed the Listener to crawl back into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder until his uniform was soaked with tears. 

It felt like Cicero was their only anchor in sanity. The Listener clung to him and wept for what could’ve been days. They dug their hands into his uniform and cried until there was nothing left other than the empty, heavy exhaustion. Cicero stayed there, hugging the Listener and allowing them to cry and scream into his shoulder until they fell asleep. 

The Listener awoke in their own bed. Their head pounded when they sat up in search of water. Their eyes were swollen and itchy, shame punching them in the gut when they remembered the night before. They had to explain to Cicero, make some excuse for their behavior before everyone else found out. 

Cicero’s feet were propped up on the end of the Listener’s bed. He had dragged their chair away from the destroyed desk and fallen asleep in it sometime during the night. The Listener settled back into their bed still surprised that he’d stayed. His hat dipped lower on his forehead while he snored, still in his wrinkled uniform. 

The Listener would find a way to thank him. They drew the blankets back up to their chin being careful not to disturb his feet. When they fell back into an uneasy sleep they were still thinking about his words, the genuine care when he held them. 

I am here to help you, my Listener. 

[fanmoose12]

soft levihan hc/prompt where levi takes his precious time in planting kisses all over half-asleep hange's forehead, scarred eye, and hooked nose because he usually can't reach those areas when they're both standing because of their height gap 🤧🤧 and hange's a sucker for affectionate!levi and lets him nuzzle his face into the crook of her neck aaAAAaAA SOFT LEVIHAN HOURS: OPEN 🥺🥺

he starts with a left temple, moves to a place above an eyebrow, reaches the centre of a forehead and continues with a right eyelid. levi smiles as he leaves a gentle, feather like kiss right on the tip of hange's beautiful hawkish nose. he moves slightly lower after that, kissing their cheek.

"you know," hange says, as levi presses his lips to a place where a small dimple appears every time levi tells them a particularly crude joke. "not that i don't enjoy all this attention, but sometimes..." they snicker and levi frowns. "sometimes you remind me of a dog, levi."

"shut the fuck up," he growls, continuing with his previous task.

"i wasn't trying to offend you!" hange swears. "it was a compliment of sorts, actually."

"shut up," levi repeats. his lips are above hange's neck, and he smirks, letting his teeth graze a soft skin there. hange yelps and swats him away. levi kisses them more gently after that, offering a silent apology.

"you're spoiling me," hange sighs, as levi moves further down, pressing his lips to their collarbone, where a little pink scar is located. "what other lover would shower me with so much affection?"

levi shoots them a look. "is there another lover?"

hange smiles coyly. "not yet."

"good," levi returns to peppering hange's chest with kisses. "you know how much i hate hurting other people."

"uh-oh," hange snickers. "someone's possessive."

"i'm not possessive, four-eyes," he rises on his elbows, hovering above their face. "i'm just protective," he says, kissing them briefly on the lips. "after all, who else is going to shower with so much affection?"

[rinoomi]

yeaay, i'm glad to know you've been doing well !! :DD

ooh, it's a holiday for you guys!! :0 !! let's just assume there's no classes by default ehe <3

i strive to achieve a day where i can laze around and just curl up in bed. it's a sort of calming and relaxed feeling i like :D

itto and childe mains in windtrace are a different level of amusement. i remember being hunter once using kujou sara and this one guy who used itto was just circling me ajkhdkfj but they're very sweet <33 ayato !!! hhh i want him too but i'm still saving for kazuha and ayaka :( you'll get ayato, we can drag him to make sure >:)

and yes, xiao came home!!! :DD barely, actually. he came home when it was legitimately like, 1 hour or less remaining on his banner. i was like "wait pls i'm at 79 pity" and xiao decided to come home on my 80th pull, haha! if i hadn't reached pity at 40 before, i probably wouldn't have gotten him (i lost 50/50 to my first qiqi when i was at 40 pity last time; been grinding throughout xiao's banner after it)

ooh, looks like you have lots to draw :0 !! take your time, you can do it!! >:) a 90 minute nap sounds lovely, it reminded me of the time i slept throughout the whole afternoon out of exhaustion once (slept at 1pm, woke up at like 5pm) maybe exhaustion crept up on you? or you felt relaxed to the point you dozed off? well, either way, i hope it placed you in a nice mood <3 oh, and go get some water, please!! :0 !!

rimiii my love <3

and yess I get you! taking naps and just lazying around all day >>>> it's one of the best feelings fr <3 and omg pls the windtrace event gave me sm anxiety oof- especially being the hunter aaaaaaa I'm soo bad at hunting I swear where are you guys hiding :"( this one time my capture control wasn't working and sayu kept running around me in circles and I was just standing there like uhhhh🧍🏻‍♀️pls ayato has bewitched me since day one, I'm soo intrigued oml I hope his design lives up to all our expectations :3

OOHhh!! I'm glad xiao came home!! I hope you have lots of fun playing with him! did you prepare for him in advance? also omg a very similar thing happened to me on kazuha's banner (had him gauranteed because I too lost to qiqi around 30?) kaz showed up soo late and I almost gave up aaaaa but hands down kaz is one of the most fun characters to play with! his E is soo FUNNNN AAAAAAAA also also his Japanese va is the same as suna and I just HAD to get him for that reason hahaha I've spent hours just listening to him talk and going thru his voicelines, that voice does sumn to me aaaaaa I hope you get him!! I'm gonna try my luck on ayaka's rerun too because cryo women >>>

also yes hahahah I think I was just tired and relaxed both when I took a nap yesterday, one of the best naps I took omg I remember I was listening to this playlist a moot of mine made for me and it was just soo calming, I fell asleep watching the blue sky and leaves move outside of my window,, I hope I get to experience more moments like this and I hope you get to as well <3

also rimi I loove talking w you sm! conversations just flow soo easily when it's w you and I fr think that if we ever met in real life or were friends in real life we'd laze around the bed together and talk about everything and anything, whenever I write out my msgs to you I always imagine it to be like this <3 ily and adore you and I'm glad we're friends!! I hope life treats you kind forever and take good care of yourself okay? <3

[synthetic-blanket-hairs]

dove, weather, hot cocoa, and velvet?

THIS IS A LONG GROUP OF ANSWERS so i'm putting them under a Read More cut >.<

Weather - What do you love most?

My gosh, what a difficult question. I always have to put things into categories, because I'm already bad at choosing whatever I appreciate the most, especially without having neat little compartments to sort everything on earth into.

Of all the times of day, I love the golden hour the most. Of all the flowers in the world, I love sunflowers the most. I love clouds and stars more than any other part of nature, but I can't choose between the two. Of all the places to be, I love listening to music on a plane ride early in the morning, but I might love standing on an empty beach even more.

I really hope you know who comes to mind when I think of the people I love the most. 💝

Dove - How do you express love?

When I love someone, I try really hard to pay attention to them. I try to understand what kind of reassurance they need when they're upset, or figure out what kinds of little surprises will make them happy, or how to make their life easier in practical ways. If we're talking about love languages, I think I tend to show love through acts of service.

The best thing is that even if I don't quite figure someone out as thoroughly as I'd like to, at least I spend a lot of time listening to them in the process (and almost everyone really just needs a friend who will listen.)

Hot Cocoa - Three things you love about yourself?

I hate answering these ones publicly. I'm taking wholesome revenge by making you answer this one too.

I'm generally pretty good at figuring things out/problem-solving, and it saves me a lot of trouble, so thank u brain

I'm so glad I have an artistic side! I love drawing for people. I'm learning to love playing instruments without worrying about how good it sounds. It's just nice being able to extract beauty from different facets of the world, especially when I can share that with people.

I like the color of my eyes ✨

Velvet - What is your style?

Gosh, it's a hodgepodge, and I think the one constant throughout most of these is floral elements. (I'm assuming this question is mostly about clothes/fashion.)

I love a good portion of the stuff people generally put under the Cottagecore umbrella today; chunky-knit sweaters and white blouses underneath with pretty collars, grey plaid skirts, little embroidered flowers on the hems of things. I also really like boho/vintage!! Especially 70s and 80s styles! And, I almost always end up liking clothes that are just black-and-white. I like wearing jackets and sweaters the most. I love overalls but I don't really know if they look good on me.

AAAaaAAA that was a lot ghsjgh thank u for the ask

[thelanternwielder]

Ooh, get ready, I have another fucked up scenario, and it's angst. At the end of season 3 episode 9, Klipse and Six didn't get out of city, they was found by TCT in very bad condition, but alive(they can't always came out of such critical situation without any sign of what happened, are they) . TCT telling Commandant Marshal Ace and Dr Suno about Six and Klipse, and they command to take them to the cloud Carrier. (Dax surely will punch them and hurt them more a bit, cause revenge and anything). In medbay medics will found out Klipse had his skull cracked and it damaged his brain. When Klipse will be awake, it appears that he doesn’t remember anything from his life after his work in Storm and he still be thinking they're still friends with Jeredy and Ace and he doesn’t have bad nature now. When TCT will be aware of it, they would be like " You don't remember your " creepy henchman" Hargrave, Six, Dom and Medea? Your Monsunos?! " and he won't. He would be curious about having son, and until he can walk, he would wait to see him. Then since no one of Klipse old friend are buzy with work to sit with him, Jeredy will call to Eklipse base and it will be Hargrave who answer this call. Jeredy explaining all situation to Hargrave, and Hargrave is aware of it. Jeredy asks him to come and sit with Klipse, since he need someone to help him moraly. Hargrave accept this and goes to cloud carrier. Klipse won't be remembering much of Hargrave, but he started to like his company. When Klipse and Six could walk normaly, Klipse will see Six, and will be happy about what he sees. He likes his son, even after not remembering him, and he hugged him and tell him good things, and Six, who always wanted it, but never could get, started crying because of happiness. Hargrave by Ace and Jeredy was told to not to tell Klipse about all his evil life, after he bring him and Six to their base. Since Klipse is old good self now, John and Jeredy decided to let him work with Storm-tech,and so he do. But until, Hargrave took Six and Klipse to their base and working on their reabilitation. Klipse is very interested in Hargrave's will to help him, of how he making him compliments. Klipse started to get affection to Hargrave. He started to make him compliments in return and behave himself more lovely. Hargrave will be happy about it, but he would feel very weird, cause he already got used to doctor's bad temperament. When Klipse is trying to make a marriage proposal to Hargrave. Hargrave will be very anxious about it with his shy nature and get such a thing from his master. He accepting it and they getting married. They will be living as a family now, and Six is their son now, and Dom will be as bid friend or uncle to Six.

Thew, I did it. Finaly.

Okay, I’ll admit, the premise is a little twisted but this isn’t “fucked up”. It’s bittersweet if anything

I’m going to put some reactions under a cut because this is a bit of a ride lmao

In medbay medics will found out Klipse had his skull cracked and it damaged his brain. When Klipse will be awake, it appears that he doesn’t remember anything from his life after his work in Storm and he still be thinking they're still friends with Jeredy and Ace and he doesn’t have bad nature now.

That’s not how brain d- oh never mind! So, Klipse has amnesia. Alright then

Then since no one of Klipse old friend are buzy with work to sit with him, Jeredy will call to Eklipse base and it will be Hargrave who answer this call. Jeredy explaining all situation to Hargrave, and Hargrave is aware of it. Jeredy asks him to come and sit with Klipse, since he need someone to help him moraly. Hargrave accept this and goes to cloud carrier 

I like the idea that Hargrave put aside his differences for Klipse. I also like the fact that Jeredy was like “the best person to comfort Klipse is his butler”

Klipse won't be remembering much of Hargrave, but he started to like his company. 

Ope, there’s the ship lmao

When Klipse and Six could walk normaly, Klipse will see Six, and will be happy about what he sees. He likes his son, even after not remembering him, and he hugged him and tell him good things, and Six, who always wanted it, but never could get, started crying because of happiness. 

This is so tragically sweet wtf. I’m pretty sure that Six doesn’t get hugs in canon

aaaaaaaa right in the heart!

Hargrave by Ace and Jeredy was told to not to tell Klipse about all his evil life, after he bring him and Six to their base. 

I wonder how Hargrave felt about that. Surely, there would some sort of internal conflict within him. On one hand, he might miss the old Klipse and the theatrical villainy that entailed. On the other hand, he might like how he’s being treated a bit nicer by him

Klipse is very interested in Hargrave's will to help him, of how he making him compliments. Klipse started to get affection to Hargrave. He started to make him compliments in return and behave himself more lovely. Hargrave will be happy about it, but he would feel very weird, cause he already got used to doctor's bad temperament. 

As I was saying, he might like how he’s being treated nicer by him

When Klipse is trying to make a marriage proposal to Hargrave. Hargrave will be very anxious about it with his shy nature and get such a thing from his master. He accepting it and they getting married. They will be living as a family now, and Six is their son now, and Dom will be as bid friend or uncle to Six. 

Whoop there it is

And they lived happily ever after (that’s kinda cute lmao)

But, surely, at some point, Hargrave does tell Klipse about his past. He’s a scientist, a person who’s always curious...

How would this version of Klipse react to learning about the monster he was in his past? Would he be horrified? Would he be angry at the people who kept him in the dark?

Would he revert back? A real likelihood if he’s around an evil enabler like Hargrave (especially if he’s in love with him)

If he does revert, I don’t think he would be as mean (at least to members of his team)

But, maybe that never happens, and he lives blissfully unaware...

[linos-teeth]

Okay so you probably don't care that much but i just wanted to have your opinion maybe?? Don't feel obligated to answer lmao- so since i'm in the art section, we have lockers (got lucky and got one on my own) anD i had no idea what to do on it but. I had a flashback of the door in 'final piece' video of skz, do u see which one? With 'miroh' on it--- well i'm feeling bad cause it's not my own work but i wanted to sort of redraw it on my locker ya know, cause they're both doors so it's funny-- 💕

aaaaaaaa HI FIRST OF ALL YOU‘RE SO PRECIOUS TELLING ME ABT THIS?? secondly i am terrible i promise i will reply to your other asks this is my last week home and i’ve had a rough time lately and now i’m trying to get as much work done as possible (i’m kinda failing) but anyway!!! i know what u mean and i think you should go for it!! it’s not like you’re claiming it as your own you just want smth to remind u of the boys at school and i think that’s very soft and honestly chan would approve i speak for him ok!!

but yeah i think that’s rly neat also i admire u i can’t wait to start at my new uni and hide that i’m into kpop bc i neither want to be judged nor talk abt it jkhafskfjasfasfj