#admittedly incomplete asks

[aid-daily]

Hi there

Would you like some tea? This isn’t a trick cross my heart

-Foxloredaily

Uhm. I would say yes, even if it is a trick, but I don’t have a digestive system.

[galaxysugarr]

Hi All! I thought it was time i gave a lil update from this game and how its been going.

I'm one that tends to keep to myself till a project is fully complete or close to complete, but I've gained a lot of asks about this over time and more as of late lol. So thought I'd cut the radio silence a tad and answer a few repeat questions id gotten!

Are you working on the game?

Surprisingly, yeah.

Will this be a completed game to buy?

Definitely not, least not now. My plan is to make a basic demo of the game as building a complete game with the script and everything would take a very long time and a lot to learn!

It would also be a free to play game, as Its a fan game.

When can we see it, are you almost done, videos and updates!!!

Well... 2023 was a busy year for me personally. And as a person who is still learning to animate along with barely any knowledge of game coding. Led to me needing to learn a lot and do trial and error.

A lot of things are temporary placeholders and incomplete textures with testing. So I didn't feel they where good to share progress of.

a lot of it was me learning, trying different styles to work with the game, and sketches throughout.

Can i help with the project????

I do appreciate you all asking for help,But I don't know much about game development and working with a team on this. So it's more of a passion project for me, and so far what I have learned has been nice :>.

I didn't wanna rely and give up on the project or delay it so much due to factors so I'm workin on it alone right now till the project is farther along and more stable.

Will it look exactly like the trailer, what kind of game is it, what all do you have planned for the demo?

Admittedly I had originally made sprites and everything to match the video, but i ended up going for a more chibi type style as its easier to work with.

Its a side scrolling game with rpg like elements.

The current plan is to have two fully completed stages, a mini game, 4 playable characters (2 being Sun and Moon), and some extra features.

Will the demo be out this year?

I can't say, it all depends on how much time i work on it and learn ;o! I don't like to get hopes up, but I work it on it when I can.

Crumbs, please

Some of the daycare and model updates. It's not much, but I find it fun to run around and interact with things lol

So all and all for those really wondering about the project, its still a heavy work in progress. A fun and frustrating one for sure, but Its been nice actually learning to code and design it so far.

Hope this answered a few questions and of course you can ask other stuff about it, I don't mind.

Thank you!

[delawaredetroit]

If fights in shounen are a form of communication, as you alluded to in an ask a while ago, and Bakugou is generally never handed losses which hampers his growth since you learn more from a loss than a win, also something you’ve talked about a few times, is that why Bakugou always seems to win the fights he gets involved with? You might’ve already connected these two points before, admittedly, but it feels like an odd thought — bakugou never faces consequences, he never loses at least in the strength department and therefore his fights always go his way, therefore there’s no conversation happening with him like ever.

Yes, that's the crux of the issue with Bakugou. He is a symbol of victory, so he doesn't lose. But this causes a problem if the manga articulates its ideological conflicts through flashy shounen battles.

Being OP alone wouldn't necessarily prevent compelling fights under the right circumstances. The other problem is that Bakugou's capacity for compassion is about as thick as wet tissue paper. Bakugou didn't particularly have the drive to understand others for most of the story. To the extent that changed, it was mostly concerning others who have been or were competition to be the strongest.

There are a few caveats. Bakugou did lose once early on. A character doesn't need to be physically weaker than his opponent to lose. Bakugou lost to Izuku in the Battle Trials. Bakugou's role in that assignment was to stop Izuku and Ochako from reaching the fake nuke, and he was outmaneuvered by Izuku. There were some interesting things going on with Bakugou's character during these chapters. This fight was the game changer that turned middle school Bakugou into UA Bakugou (about 20% less insufferable).

There were also multiple instances where Bakugou failed to achieve the victory he wanted that allowed for some conversation. In at least one of them, Bakugou would have lost in any other circumstance because he was objectively weaker than his opponent (Shouto during the Sports Festival). And Bakugou hated being forced to team up with Izuku during the midterm to achieve victory against All Might.

But largely all of the interesting conversations during Bakugou's fights (where he had one loss and some incomplete victories) were in Act One. There was little conversation going on in Bakugou's fights after that, so while his later fights are visually appealing, they tend to be stale and one-sided.

[starheirxero]

Theories and/or scenarios for killcode? Im hungry for it 👀

HAJAHAJSHISHWJD IM!!!! SO GLAD YOU ASKED bc honestly I had a period of time where I put a lottt of thought into KC for the purpose of blending him into my fix-it au!!! I'm gunna treat these asks as one bc tbh I'm just bad at distinguishing the two BSJABDJD

Ahem ahem. adjusts tie. I'm gunna start off with lil one-off headcanons and then I'm gunna delve into deeper thoughts and analysis.

I think the reason KC talks with such a deep, slow drawl is due to the fact that he was never meant to be a person + he specifically formed through being pushed down over and over. Due to the fact he was never meant to speak or think or exist, his vocal processing is slower and harder to force out compared to others who were actually programmed with it.

I've never drawn KC like this bc I've never properly put it to paper, but I think KC's early lava theming was everything. I love to imagine early KC with a red-orange-yellow-black color scheme, but as he changes, he quite literally "cools down", his color palette turning into an obsidian purple-grey-black scheme instead.

Tbhhh I used to be an it/its KC truther but I realized he's probably not the type to own the "I'm an object, a force of nature" vibe. I moved my it/its tsams truthing to Solar Flare <3

Okay I'm gunna go theory/analysis mode so I'm gunna put the rest under a cut bc I know it's gunna get long LOL

Ahem. Ahem. I have broken down how the kill code manifests in all the characters who have it and what that means for them.

I'm, of course, going to focus on KC! However, it's important going forward to note the 3 major ways I've noted the kill code manifests: through the need for death, the need for injury, and the need for disorder. There is more nuance, but that's how I've mostly boiled it down! Then, beyond that, these urges can either be tamed, quelled, or ignored.

KC is an example of the need for disorder, but not death or injury! He's said before that he doesn't desire the bloodshed, merely "the thrill." (Sources here and here) This also applies to why he treats people like pawns rather than people! He manipulates them to get the thrill of control, of being intimidating enough to make people listen rather than fight back.

However, notably, KC is also an example of someone with ignorable code urges. So ignorable, in fact, that he just... stops. He literally just decides to stop being evil! Not even Moon could do that, who is the only other person with ignorable urges. Moon could ignore them, yes, but it took monumental amounts of effort and he was very prone to caving if something went slightly wrong.

(I'm... not including Eclipse in this because he is a thorn in my side the moment he comes into the picture with the kill code. He's dubious as fuck and if I touch on that, this post won't be about KC anymore 😭)

This detail has always deeply fascinated me because... why? Why is it that those derived from him can be so powerless to the code, while he himself was able to walk away so easily? Now admittedly I never actually came up with a fully-baked reason when I first came up with all this, however! These are my impromptu theories from least to most plausible:

Because so many people stemmed from him, it sort of "chipped away" at certain parts of the code that left him as a technically incomplete version of the code. [Iffy bc isn't part of the kill code that it would "regrow" when taken apart?]

Because he is the kill code, rather than someone living with it. It could potentially be that being the direct source has a different effect than having it woven into you. [Maybe, but then it'd beg the question of why "direct source" vs "added-in" makes such a difference. Could potentially explain why Eclipse is also not as violent bc he's also directly the code split off?]

Because his ass didn't change!!! That this was another facet of his manipulation craving!!! We never saw him after his redemption so do we really know if he wasn't doing kind things with the intend to get more praise, more power, more respect? His intent matters still, just because he was feeding the poor doesn't mean he wasn't smug that so many humans were dependent on him. [This is honestly what I lean for, I just didn't know how to put it into words until now LMAO]

When I used to subscribe to more dadcode headcanons, I used to wonder of he'd endure shitty humans whispering behind his back about how scary he looks, how it's suspicious, but they wouldn't actually know anything. He'd just feel scared because they're skirting too close to the truth.

Now though? I think he'd find that to be the perfect opportunity to lean into their fear, to do something right then and there that'll make them shriek and flinch back. Like. I genuinely don't know why he'd be able to just, flip on a dime! I think he worked a soup kitchen to have people to control and be respected. I think he made friends so he could have a disposal of people to do what he wants. I think he'd get a thrill out of all the humans around him being intimidated by his presence—his red eyes, his claws, his toothy smile.

That idea is also a very big basis of KC in my previously mentioned fix-it au!! Because when he reunites with Bloodmoon, it's not a sweet father-son moment. KC, subconsciously, still views Bloodmoon as the perfect and most loyal tool! So, he immediately falls back into promises of comfort and glory through telling them "stop eating. look at me, i've ignored my code this long and been fine, no? your hunger will go away eventually. the pain will go away. stop eating."

I just. augrhegrhegr. I honestly adore KC's potential he's so fascinating to me. what's wrong with him!!!!!!

[yjdrabbles123]

Trouble Pt 1

Fic request from @cryingatwindermerepeaks: CG Van and Little Mel and Mel having an accident while Van is away and hiding so that no one else sees.

To say Melissa was not a troublemaker was, everyone would have agreed, understating it a little: like saying that Lottie could get a bit distracted or that Tai liked things to be organised or that Shauna sometimes had a bit of a temper.

She didn’t just not like causing trouble: she actively wanted, very much, to be good, and not even for the occasional treats that could be netted from being so (unlike Mari, who took it as a personal affront if some sort of reward did not not follow any prolonged period of not-actively-starting-something).

Mel just wanted people to approve of her, to know that she was unequivocally Doing The Right Thing. She wasn’t the only one- Jackie and Misty also craved approval (although Misty could turn on a dime if the moment called for it)- but somehow, for Melissa it was different. 

Perhaps it was something to do with being a tomboy: ever since nursery school, Mel had found that while the shiny-haired, clean-fingernailed, beribboned girls got the benefit of the doubt, even when they were actively breaking rules, the scruffier, tree-climbing, frog-catching girls who somehow wound up covered in mud and sand no matter what game they were playing got nothing but suspicion and sideways glances and frowns and reminders to ‘Behave!’ even when they were doing nothing wrong because no one expected girls like that to care about being good.

(They also didn’t expect girls like that to burst into tears at every undeserved scolding, Mel liked to console herself with the thought that she was, if nothing else, a master of subverting expectations.)

The other girls had, admittedly, fallen into the same trap at first: no one had expected it to be Mel who was more nervous about the bottles of vodka that inevitably found their way to every away game than the rest of the JV team put together. No one had expected it to be Mel who would diligently do her drills in silence if Coach Martinez forbade them from talking during practise, or who would take Jackie’s team scoldings in meek silence or who would actually listen when Lottie said that anything except white wine was absolutely off limits in rooms with carpets for this party, seriously guys I mean it this time, the housekeeper is going to go nuts if she has to have them cleaned again-

Over time though, it became accepted: Melissa did not cause trouble. Melissa did not need to be scolded. Melissa would actually take any scolding way harder than intended so go easy.

Sometimes though it was easy to forget.

‘What the hell!’

If only.

If only Shauna and Mari- working for once as a team- had not decided that their game of Pirate-Princesses (or Princess-Pirates, depending on who you asked) would be woefully incomplete without pirate-esque bandanas.

(It was just plain unfortunate that neither Shauna’s bedroom or Mari’s had yielded anything even sufficiently bandana-ish.)

If only Tai and Van’s bedroom had not been the next room along. (Later, both would concede that Lottie’s bedroom, a veritable treasure trove of pretty bits of fabric, would have been a far better option: Lottie’s room was messy enough and Lottie absent-minded enough that Lottie would never have noticed anything amiss, no matter how much rummaging happened, even if it went on right under her nose.)

If only Tai and Van had not both been out at the time.

If only they had not been so eager in their search that they ended up riffling Tai’s drawers a little too enthusiastically: if only they had not been so eager to begin the game that they had not even thought to try to tidy up even a little.

If only Gen had not gotten thoroughly sucked into the lure of Jackie’s newest Sylvanian Family story (the brutal and unexpected murder of a wealthy bunny-of-leisure, leaving her four otter children to fight bitterly over the potential inheritance of three separate shoe-box mansions and a canal-boat/luxury-yatch), leaving Mel bored and desperate for something to DO. 

If only Shauna and Mari had not waylaid Mel on her way to the bathroom and welcomed her so eagerly into the game that Mel hadn’t even had time to breathe, let alone notice the distinct similarity between the bandana Shauna was tying onto her head and Tai’s favourite headwrap.

And if only Tai had not been already having a bad day and the beginnings of a headache- one that was immediately worsened by finding her things strewn all over her carefully tidied bedroom while the pirate-princesses fought a loud and fierce battle on the stairs.

The fierce battle came to an abrupt halt when Tai started yelling.

Mel- suddenly no longer clinging to the side of a piece of wreckage but very much back in the harsh real world, sucked in her breath and stared very hard at the little balls of lint on the carpet by her feet.

Tai sounded so angry. Even Shauna and Mari were cowed into silence, not daring to say anything. 

Melissa didn’t even think of telling Tai she hadn’t been part of it- she was too frightened to speak.

She found she was squeezing her legs together a bit. She wished she’d gone to the bathroom before she’d joined the game- but it would have made her look so babyish if she’d asked Mari and Shauna to wait for her, as if she was afraid of peeing her pants if she didn’t go right away.

 And she wasn’t. Absolutely definitely not. She was big, she could definitely wait.

Except…it was getting just a tiny bit urgent.

There was no way she could just walk away while Tai was telling them off though, not without at least explaining- and even though she wanted to open her mouth and tell Tai that she just needed the bathroom and would come right back, somehow the words wouldn't come. 

Tai wasn’t going to be more mad at her just for asking to go to the bathroom. She knew that.

But then what if she WAS?

Melissa really really really did not like people being mad at her. And Tai was really mad. She was actually quite proud of herself because even though her eyes were all stingy and her throat was all tight, she hadn’t actually started crying yet. But she knew if anything changed- if Tai started focusing on just her, even if she looked up from the carpet to look at Tai’s scrunched-up-angry face, she would.

And she wasn’t a baby. Mari wasn’t crying. Shauna wasn’t crying. She wouldn’t cry either.

Eventually Tai finished her diatribe on respect for other people’s things and thinking about how your actions affect other people and do you have any idea how long I spent tidying up yesterday? 

She accepted their mumbled apologies with a deep breath and the promise that there would be no more playtime for any of them until her room was absolutely spotless again and then Misry was calling them for lunch and that was sort of the end of it.

It was fine. It was over. She could go to the bathroom and-

But at Misty’s call, Tai had stepped back and gestured for Mel and Mari and Shauna to go downstairs first… and she hadn’t looked exactly mad but she’d just been yelling at them and what if she got annoyed if Mel didn’t do what she said?

So Mel had scurried downstairs behind Shauna without a word of protest.

She tried not to squirm in her chair at the big kitchen table.

It was hard to keep her focus on the conversation. Tai was talking normally again, and Shauna and Mari seemed fine, giggling at Gen and Jackie’s enthusiastic account of their tangled web of inheritance drama (made yet more difficult by the sudden appearance of an illegitimate hedgehog lovechild) as if nothing had happened, but Mel couldn’t shake the cold raw feeling that had settled over her. The angry sound of Tai’s voice still hung in the air and her throat was still tight, making it hard to swallow even when Gen nudged her, silently encouraging her to eat.

She wanted Van. Van would have made it better- but also Van wouldn’t have let things get so far in the first place. She’d have noticed the game spilling over into her bedroom and headed it off, or at least heard when Tai started yelling: she’d have stepped in, calmed things down. Nothing felt as bad when Van was there: Mel KNEW that if Van had been smiling at her across the table, she’d have been brave enough to get up.

But Van wasn’t there and she wasn’t feeling brave at all.

She wanted lunch to be over. She wanted everyone to get up and start doing different things so she could go to the bathroom without everyone looking at her. Somehow the thought of excusing herself- of drawing attention to herself like that, of everyone staring at her- was too much. Too scary.

But it was ok. She’d get through lunch and then she’d get to the bathroom and it would all be ok. 

She was a big girl. She could make it.

*

She didn’t make it.

Melissa froze in the hallway, still clutching the front of her now-wet pants, her cheeks hot with shame. She was such a baby. It wasn't even like she’d been away from a bathroom, like when they’d been stuck in traffic on the way home from the mall and she’d refused to get out of the car when they’d gotten home because she didn’t want anyone to see the wet patch on the sear: she’d just waited too long and that somehow felt so much more embarrassing.

They’d all wonder why she hadn’t just gone before- they’d wonder why she was so stupid and pathetic and babyish that she’d had an accident when she wasn’t even that little.

‘V- van-’

 It was stupid: Van wasn't even at home and even if she was, there was no way she’d have heard Melissa's pathetic little whimper. But she wanted Van so badly that a tiny part of her thought- or perhaps hoped- that just by whispering her name, she’d be able to summon Van up to rescue her, to hug her and tell her that everything was ok, to help her clean up and smile and joke with her like she always did, as if it wasn't a big deal at all, as if Melissa was still someone worth being friends with, as if Van didn’t think any less of her.

Of course no Van came.

There was a sound in the hall- the sound of Lottie and Jackie giggling about something, Gen on their heels asking them something, of Mari and Shauna reluctantly trudging off to their clean-up duty.

Melissa did NOT want them to see her like this: no one could know what a baby she was. Somehow the panic unglued her feet from the floor and she fled. There were people upstairs and people downstairs but the garden was still mercifully empty and no one noticed Melissa’s uncomfortable climb up the ladder into the tree house.

Once there she curled up into a ball and pressed her hot face into her knees, wishing more than anything else in the world that she could just disappear.

[ckret2]

i’m admittedly obsessed with music/have music as a special interest so this question has been on my mind for quite some time now - if Bill (from your goldilocks fanfic) were to listen to any music, or have any particular music taste, what would it be? Any particular songs in mind that he likes? ( <—totally not looking for more/new songs to listen to hahahahaha…sweats)

half of me thinks he’d like 40s/50’s/60’s music (thanks to the vera lynn reference in the fic, but also bc he sings it in-show), but the other half of me wants him to like musicals (heathers, in particular) - i can’t explain why lol

alternatively, if you’ve answered smth like this already, i’d love to know what songs you enjoy/listen to!

Have a post about his tastes and a hideous-sounding playlist! And it even held up in the face of TBOB.

The only difference in my headcanons is that I said the peak of his his tastes centers on the 60s and I subsequently found an interview where Alex confirms Bill's tastes do indeed range from about 40s~60s; but I just got out of another fandom where everyone headcanoned a character is into 40s music ranging into the 50s and I'm pretty burnt out on The Most Popular 40s Jazz That Everybody And Their Grandma Knows so I still personally prefer to focus on the 60s for him lmao.

In fic he makes a reference to a band called Mysterious Mo's Average Joes; I imagine them as an in universe equivalent to Question Mark & the Mysterians, except more obscure.

Specific to my headcanoned music tastes of Bill from my fic rather than just Bill in general: coming in his tastes are all the same, but hanging around Mabel has given him an expanded palate for boy band music and kids music, although on the boy band front he prefers dance-y songs over ballad-y songs and on the kids music front he has to steer through a minefield of cheaply-produced 80s cartoons that use synthesized music to save cost on an orchestra.

So far, nothing else has happened to change his tastes.

Although eventually Robbie's introducing him to emo.

I listen to too much music for the question "what songs do you listen to," it's like asking "what words do you use" lmao, lemme look at my recent activity. Lately I've been getting into She Hates Emotion and the new albums by Zeal & Ardor and Fleshgod Apocalypse; I've been slacking in my metal education on learning the difference between black metal and death metal (I usually focus on symphonic metal & neighboring genres) so I'm looping back to the basics to learn more there; big fan of Saltatio Mortis's new album; I've been listening to the deeper cuts & newer material of mainstream early 00s alt rock & nu metal bands (Shinedown, Stone Sour, Staind) to see what I've been missing out on beyond their radio hits; and in general the past few months I've been trawling through playlists of classic 80s goth, dark wave, synth pop, & aggrotech to expand my library there. Very excited for the new Linkin Park lineup, love their new vocalist so far and it's heartening to see them releasing new material. Not so excited by the new Nightwish album, it has the nightwish sound but not the spark. This isn't even an accurate representation of my full musical tastes, I've just been really into metal recently. Current favorite bands of the last few years are Alt-J and Ghost. I listed some of my favorite albums on this post. It's too bad you can't just link your Spotify liked songs without sticking them all in a separate playlist—oh hold on I have a songs I can sing playlist, it's perpetually incomplete on top of being 3-4 years out of date but it's a starting point.

[meowzfordayz]

a perfect day (is a day with you)

Author’s Note: another incomplete fanfic, but enjoy nonetheless! 😅 Many thanks to @astronomicalcandy for being so patient w/ me when life got in the way, and for graciously accepting this commission-turned-gift! ☺️

a perfect day (is a day with you)

Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~1,000

CW: none

Commission Fulfilled: Probably a story like them finally being able to find a time/day to celebrate their anniversary and spend the time together!

~faqs~

A perfect day begins with a gently steeped mug of matcha, a splash of milk, and the tiniest drop of honey. At least, you’ve been convinced of this since you started dating Tengen, let alone married the man. His morning ritual is precise, reflective, and begins far too early for your liking — it’s his after all. So you tend to sleep through it, awakened by its quiet conclusion when he inevitably slips into the bedroom, sweet and grassy aroma rousing you from your very nice dreams.

“What time is it?” you mumble, shooting him a bleary, unfocused smile, not bothering to sit up as he gracefully slides into bed beside you.

“Just past nine,” he informs you, blowing soft ripples across the surface of your beverage. 

It’s always Just past nine, and you’ll tease him Was someone a sleepyhead this morning? if he’s any later (to which he’ll generally retort At least I’m not a sleepyhead every morning). Truthfully though, Tengen appreciates your staggered schedules; the time to himself, as well as the time to create something special, something of his own two hands, for you. Admittedly, you don’t think matcha is that difficult to prepare, but you let him glow in your praise and satisfied sips nonetheless.

“What are we doing today?”

You ask mostly jokingly—if you don’t actually want to do something, then you generally won’t—but it’s a moment of reprieve, to listen to what you could be doing before properly deciding what you will be doing.

“Are you serious?” he deadpans, eyebrow arching skeptically, “Serious serious?”

“... Tengen?”

“I can’t believe you!”

You watch his flustered expression with mild concern, sensing no anger or irritation, but an uncanny incredulousness.

“Was I not supposed to ask what we’re doing today?”

He laughs at your hesitant attempt to make amends, eyes rolling fondly as his disbelieving facade melts, gesturing for you to take your matcha as he finally deems it cool enough to drink.

“My love,” he begins with a dramatic sigh, “When did we marry?”

Your jaw drops at his not so subtle reminder, deer in headlights as you let out a choked noise. He stares with as much affection as he does amusement, nudging your shoulder with an exaggerated groan.

“You wound me! Married only a year, and already you forget?!”

“TENGEN,” you screech, mortification churning in your stomach, “I am sooo-”

A light finger pressed to your lips silences you, affection swelling over his amusement as he tilts his head back to groan even louder.

“Mortally! Wounded!”

“TENGEN,” you huff, chomping decisively at his finger, giggling when he shoots you a pained, indignant glare, “I am so sorry I forgot our anniversary,” inhaling deeply as you will him to be patient and not interrupt you, “I guess I just value every single day with you so much that something like an anniversary slips my mind. All my seconds with you are precious gifts.”

Tengen’s helpless against the cheesy grin that tugs at the corners of his mouth, his heart singing at your bold and true declaration, your discretion promptly excused as he considers your perspective.

“You mean that?”

You pause to comprehend his question, nearly indiscernible weight of fear giving shadow to his voice, as though you could’ve possibly and carelessly misplaced your love and vows to him.

“Tengen.” You speak with a tender rasp, lowness raising goosebumps on his bared forearms. “You are the sun that fills me with a giddiness so pure and full. The moon that shines upon my weariness and hunger. And the stars. You are my star. Brilliant and flashy, glistening with a love that I am honored and grateful to spin and twirl under. I feel horribly that I forgot our anniversary, and I also feel such pride and joy that I get to be with you for the rest of our lives.”

His eyes close as you wax poetic, fluttering threads of doubt and insecurity tucked delicately into his breast, no longer needed at the forefront as your unashamed, unabashed love seeps through.

“I love you,” he murmurs, exhaling when he feels your tea-warmed fingertips brush atop his knuckles.

“And I love you.”

—

“Y’know, usually when couples partake in a spa day, it isn’t one partner being the spa person, and the other being the client!”

Tengen laughs brightly at your playful scoffing, your eyes simmering with endeared annoyance even as you continue filing his nails.

“Spa person?” he asks, nonchalant and satisfied.

“Well I can’t say masseuse or nail tech or any single role, because I’m doing everything!” you retort, poking his chest with the emery board, snorting as nail dust settles clear and obvious on his black shirt. 

“You don’t have to do anything,” he reminds you gently, lest your playfulness shift to resentment, “I’m just as happy to paint your nails and rub your back.”

But I forgot our anniversary you almost protest, biting your tongue because you know that isn’t what he wants to hear. Isn’t what you need to say. Be happy in this moment you reprimand yourself, offering him a fond smile You are in love.

And you are. Tengen can tell. Can tell in how carefully you inspect and shape each of his nails, never gripping his fingers too hard as you use the emery board to enact your vision. Not too long, nor too short; functional, rounded, and comfortable. Can tell in how you meticulously remove his currently abysmal nail polish, flaking and scratched, acetone singeing his nostrils when you accidentally pour too much onto your cotton ball. The apologetic nose crinkle you send his way, chuckling together as you continue his manicure. Can tell in how excitedly you display his new nail polish options, gushing about the various brands, finishes, and longevity of your collection. He knows you don’t do your nails very often, pulse quickening at how thorough and thoughtful your curation is — for him.

[zaunwired]

JayVik Living Together AU - Part One

Rating: M

CW: sexual content, mention of familial death, mention of non monogamy, slight mention of dubious consent, incomplete ending/to be continued

AN: Viktor comes home from a long night at the lab and finds his lab partner, Jayce, still awake in their bed. I heard about the writers of Arcane discussing Viktor being asexual and as somebody on the asexual spectrum who is sexually active I wanted to write a JayVik smut that showcased what I think a sort of “first time” between Viktor and Jayce would look like. Also not saying that all ace people are non monogamous, just my personal take on Viktor’s feelings toward Jayce within this AU. I hope you enjoy, it cuts off a little abruptly but I do want to continue updating if people seem to enjoy it :)

~~~

Viktor wrapped his hand around the doorknob, twisting it gently before pushing the door open. Because of  how late he was entering he did not want to disrupt Jayce from sleeping, but once he saw light flooding from the bedroom and filling the silent hallway, he loosened up and peeked his head in.

"Jayce?" Viktor's eyes scanned the room before landing upon his partner, hunched over the table, tweaking with a small set of gears.

Jayce looked up from his little project, his eyes softening when they lay upon Viktor, who is leaning heavily into his cane, a little more than usual. "Another late night?" They exchange silent glances, not cold but not quite as warm as their usual nightly talks.

After Jayce's mother passed a couple of months ago, the partners had decided to get a small place together. Their careers and projects intertwine so often that it just made sense. And, even if not exactly romantic, the pair were admittedly more than merely lab partners. Jayce stopped seeking out more traditional relationship values after his falling out with Mel anyways. The monogamous "we are each other's everything" mentality didn't really sit well with him, but he wasn't sure what else would make him feel fulfilled and supported. After the move, however, he did start warming up to Viktor. Whether his partner was just filling a void that the passing of his mother had recently carved into him or he really was feeling a sort of attraction was still up for debate, but Viktor wasn't exactly the committed monogamous type anyways, so he didn't mind the noncommittal "warming up" Jayce had been expressing recently. While Viktor didn't experience that form of attraction the way a lot of others seem to, he wasn't opposed to observing what could happen between the two of them if they grew closer. And tonight was one of those nights where Viktor was ready to take a small step towards that type of intimacy.

Viktor moved to the edge of the bed, his arms shaking slightly and a strained wince leaving his throat as he seated himself in front of Jayce, leaning into his cane for support and peering over at the gears and nuts sprawled out atop their table. Jayce leaned forward and placed a hand on Viktor's side, holding him protectively but not providing much additional support. Viktor pays little to no mind to the gesture itself but the sensation lingered; not quite pain but carrying the same weight,  coiling in his chest and radiating faintly through his limbs. The feeling was like nothing he was able to define. As a man of science, he prides himself on his ability to understand unfamiliar situations but... the strangeness of this sensation was enough to unsettle him, almost leaving him frustrated. "Jayce..." his eyes land on the floor, tracing over the small cracks and little imperfections. "I am... unsure of how to ask this..." his voice trails off again, deep in thought. The tightness in his chest, the heat radiating through his body; not quite desperation but rather a question requiring an answer. With his inexperience in the subject, Jayce felt like the only one he could come to with this quandary. Jayce's hand rests gently over Viktor's, the other absentmindedly tracing the cane with his thumb, the grains in the texture acting as his trains of thought, winding and repeating, yet leading to nothing.

"Is everything alright? Are you hurt?"

"No, no, nothing like that.." Viktor slowly looks up at Jayce and their eyes meet - just for a moment - before he looks away again, overwhelmed by the intensity of the connection. "I must ask of you, ehm... a favor, so to say."

Jayce's body shifts, anxious tension leaving his frame, replaced by curiosity. His gaze softens,  "Sure, Viktor, anything. I could do anything, just- just say the word and-"

"No, Jayce," Viktor looked up at him again, his heart rate rising, the pain in his leg ringing through his whole body, "You must be honest. I do not want for you to do anything that you would not... desire to. It is not a need, merely a request." Jayce's eyes scanned over Viktor's face- his eyes, his lips, the expression his eyebrows twisted into- anything that could give him a hint as to what was about to be asked of him.

"I promise, Viktor." Viktor can feel the unfamiliar panging once more but a little lower this time, perhaps in his stomach. Viktor exhales sharply, his hand moving slightly, and Jayce instinctively pulls back, but Viktor reaches out to brush their fingers together.

"I am... not sure where to go with this," their fingers intertwine and Viktor brings their hands closer, brushing them against his cheek ever so slightly. Jayce gasps softly, his eyebrows furrowing. "And I am unsure exactly what it is I want. My body is... tired, Jayce. And the stress, the strain building, it almost feels... tight."

"Oh- well,"  Jayce looks at their intertwined fingers. It wasn't like they had never shared any physical intimacy before. They sleep in the same bed, make breakfast in the same kitchen- there was definitely bound to be some touching, bumping, reassuring; even the occasional nightly exchange was possible, to share warmth, to express emotion, or to just feel a little less alone. But this... this was something that was new for the pair. After everything they had been through, all of their physical intimacy remained more... surface level. Jayce's thumb gently rubs against his partner's, Viktor's eyes lighting up slightly. "We'll figure it out. Together."

Viktor's eyes follow Jayce as he stands, laying back on the bed, pushing his cane aside and folding his arms beneath his head to make room. Jayce follows, settling beside him, close but not quite touching. He turns on his side to face his partner.

Viktor's breath hitches a little, his hand hovering near Jayce's, fingers trembling as if deciding whether to reach out. Jayce's gaze follows Viktor's movements, waiting for the signal to move forward, but Viktor's hesitation is palpable.. "Is this more... emotional, or..."

"Physical, I believe, yes." Viktor turns towards Jayce slightly but rolls onto his back once more, wincing in pain. "But... please, Jayce. I cannot... move much," Jayce looks over Viktor's body, noticing how his breath catches, how his frame tenses with discomfort, how his legs twitch with pain. For a moment, he just watches, uncertain, as though trying to piece together what Viktor needs from him. He scans the smaller man's frame all the way back up to his face, the flush on his cheeks, the unfamiliar look in his eyes; he has never seen Viktor in this state before.

As Viktor watches Jayce's eyes trace over his body, his thoughts become more clouded and overwhelming. His breath hitches slightly, still deep in thought, the air around them thick with tension and uncertainty.  It's not uncomfortable, not quite, but it's different - he's being seen in a way he's not used to, studied almost, and it's... intriguing. It almost felt as though Jayce was eliciting  from him an instinct that was just out of reach, and Viktor found himself hoping that Jayce might understand what he himself could not. Even though he is extremely hesitant, he isn't nervous. He is inexperienced, curious; he isn't scared of doing something wrong, he just doesn't even know where to begin.

"Come, Jayce," Viktor finally whispers, reaching for him. His hand, trembling slightly, takes Jayce's wrist and gently guides him closer. "We'll not find our answers in words. We must... act."

"Wha... Viktor I..." Jayce trails off, the tension between them thick, palpable. Jayce props himself up on his elbow, leaning across Viktor's frame. To steady himself he rests his hand lightly on Viktor's side, earning a soft noise from his partner, something between a gasp and a sigh. When he looks back up towards Viktor, he can almost feel his partner's breath against his face. The feeling stirring within Viktor grew deafening, he releases Jayce's hand and reaches up for his cheek, caressing it softly. Jayce traces his fingers up Viktor's side, coaxing him to lean into the embrace, feeling the subtle tremors beneath his touch, the way Viktor's skin reacts to every movement. Viktor's eyes scan Jayce's face, fixating on his lips. All of this is so new for him, he doesn't understand this urge, but he allows his body to guide him in the right direction. Consider it an... experiment of sorts.

    Viktor twirls a bit of Jayce's hair before lightly holding the back of his head with the tips of his fingers, pulling him in and softly pressing their lips together. Jayce freezes for a moment, overtaken by shock.  He was feeling so complicated. He didn't still have feelings for Mel but she still came to mind. She was the last person he kissed. And when they separated he questioned a lot about what he wanted from a person. He loved the way things were with Viktor, living together, working together; he was afraid of things changing between them. He leans further into the kiss for a moment before pulling away. He didn't want to lose anyone else. He looked down at Viktor, his heart pounding out of his chest.

"Viktor I... I like the way things are between us, as they are," he starts to pull away but Viktor keeps his hand steady. He doesn't forcefully hold him in place but he doesn't break the embrace, looking up at his partner, confused.

"Me too, Jayce," his hands still twirl in his partner's hair, more of a fidget as opposed to a gesture. "I am... confused though, you say this as if it is a... a conflict."

"Things are changing, this is change," Jayce gestures slightly with his hand but despite his words, he places the hand back onto Viktor's side. "Friends don't kiss, Viktor."

"What do you mean, Jayce? Why wouldn't they?"

The pair look at each other for a moment, Jayce's perplexed silence juxtaposed by Viktor's confused, pondering gaze.

"Of course they do, why would you kiss someone who isn't your friend? Well- people have their preferences I suppose, but I didn't think you-"

"This isn't some... some romantic gesture? Some declaration?"

"Of course not!" Viktor retracts his hand from Jayce's cheek and uses it to support himself, sitting up slightly, the partner's noses nearly brushing against each other. "I do not... do romantic gestures, Jayce," his voice was not cold but direct, matter-of-fact. "I was just thinking we could..." Viktor scanned Jayce's face, his eyes trailing up and down, lingering on his lips just a fraction of a second longer than everywhere else. "Is that really not normal around here? You kiss and, and then you're... that's all it takes?"

"Oh- that's relieving, it really is, I-"

"Does that mean we can kiss again? I wasn't finished." Viktor traces a finger along Jayce's cheek. He wasn't intending to flirt but Jayce's face gained a deep red tint at Viktor's choice of words; bold, direct. Jayce opens his mouth to speak but no words come out. He truly is stunned.

They both stew in the silence for a moment, hearts beating fast with anticipation. Viktor shrugs slightly before pulling Jayce back in, a small wince vibrating against his partner's lips as he lays back down, causing Jayce to stumble slightly. He steadies himself by placing his knee between Viktor's legs and his free hand onto the bed next to his partner's head. The extremely suggestive position makes Jayce blush but Viktor seems to pay no mind, focused more on the small pecks and gentle tugs of his partner's lips.

~~~

I wrote this in a couple of days so it’s not exactly perfect but I wanted to post it anyways to get people’s feedback on it :) and hopefully get more motivation to continue it haha

[lonelierthanu]

Penmanship

Satoru Gojo x Gender neutral Reader

series: incomplete

words: 1.7k

warnings: none apply; funny; meet-ugly: no mentioned female or male anatomy; no spoilers; no curses; slow build; slow to update; college au

summary: Some weird guy just stole your pen. And you’re weirdly determined to get it back.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 …+

“Do you have a pencil I can borrow?” someone asks from your left.

You turn your head first before you look at the stranger, making sure the professor was no longer speaking before giving the person your full attention and looking at them. When you look over you’re met with a bright (too bright) smile, huge dark sunglasses that take up most of the strangers face, and in stark contrast, blindingly white hair. You're sure if you saw this man in direct sunlight your retinas would be burnt to a crisp.

Then you turn to your right to look into your bag on the floor. You instinctively look for your pencil pouch, but you can’t seem to find it. What you do find is a bright red sparkly gel pen, with a Hello Kitty charm on top and a dangling silver chain with a red fuzzy ball hanging from it. You smile to yourself thinking of the person this pen belongs to, then you wonder how your niece left her pen in your book bag.

You wordlessly hand the pen to the stranger and turn your attention back to the professor who started her lecture again. You can feel the question resting on his tongue before he even says it.

“What’s this?” he chuckles at you. And admittedly, that question irks your nerves a bit. Dude can clearly see what it is. Why is he asking? To make fun of you? Well jokes on him because you have no shame about handing over a Hello Kitty pen.

“A pen.” You respond, not breaking your focus from the professor.

“This,” he swings the fuzzy ball around, “is your pen?” he laughs again. Mostly to himself you realize, and you kind of want to say yes to his question out of spite. But to be fair, you are currently wearing all black and oversized clothing with the whole look being pulled together with your dark under eyes and an expression longing for death that any college student could recognize and sympathize with. Any other day you would’ve had the energy to present yourself better, but you just pulled an all-nighter to study for a test you have tomorrow. that you didn't know you had till yesterday.

“No. It’s my niece's,” you respond, still not giving the stranger your full attention. The guy doesn’t seem to mind because he keeps the conversation going anyway, despite your dry attitude.

“Oh, do you live at home?” He seems genuinely curious. Which you find odd. You’ve never talked to this guy a day in your life and suddenly he wants to play twenty questions with you.

“No. I have my own place,”

“Then how did you get your niece’s pen?” He questions. Like he doesn’t believe that you were telling the truth about it not being your pen.

“I visited my family over the weekend,” you say, a little irritated.

“Then they must live close. Y’know, for you to be able to get back in time for classes,” he says like he’s suggesting something. Like you’re lying. You look at him then with a pointed glare. It’s when you see the smirk on his face that tells you that this man is playing with you. He’s most likely getting you worked up on purpose.

But why?

And that just pisses you off more.

“Why are you asking so many questions anyway? Who are you? Detective Sherlock Holmes?” you say, still glaring at him, as he continues to smirk at you. His smirk widens.

“No reason, was just curious to know how you possessed such a cute pen,” Then his smirk changed into a big smile, the teasing air gone. But you know he’s faking that smile. You’re not sure how you know, you just do. You leave it there and turn back to taking notes. Luckily the stranger does too.

It stays silent between the two of you for the rest of class and the few glances you chanced at him he seemed to actually be taking notes. He also didn’t seem the least bit bothered by the glittery red ink filling the pages either. You would have thought he was going to make a comment on it at least. He didn’t even seem to look your way at all. Which was fine. But it made you wonder what made him tease you the way he did even though you don’t know each other.

You guess he’s just a weird guy.

Class ends and before you can even close your notebook, Sherlock is out of his seat and walking out the door.

“Hey!” you yell after him, it’s then you realize you don’t know this guy’s name. “Crap,” you curse softly before you hurry and try to stuff your things into your bag. By the time you get one strap on your shoulder you see his mop of white hair walk through the door. You try to weave your way through people walking down the aisle towards the door, almost trip a few times, then finally make it to the exit. You look both ways through the sea of people. He’s gone.

He’s gone? You literally just saw him two seconds ago. He just disappeared like he’s fucking Houdini or something. How is he gone? Fuck. You need that pen back. It was your niece's favorite pen. You were already expecting a call from her today because she had left it in your bag, but now you gotta tell her some stranger stole it? She’s going to be so upset.

You stand there next to the door of your professor's class just a minute longer, looking both ways in hopes you’ll see blinding white hair. But you are supremely sure that the stranger is long gone. But you’re not discouraged. He’ll surely be in class tomorrow and you’ll be able to ask for it then.

Yeah. That’s a solid plan. Now you just gotta figure out what you’re gonna say to your niece in the meantime. And when you feel your phone start to vibrate in your pocket, you sweat a little.

When you come to the same class the next day (even more tired than yesterday, and yes it was another all-nighter) you expect to see the guy sitting there at the beginning of your row. Where he usually sits.

You hadn’t realized this yesterday but you actually have talked to this guy before. It was such a small interaction that happened months ago, you’re not surprised your brain erased the memory. When school had just started you always sat at the very beginning of the third row. You already knew coming into class that you wanted the aisle seat so it was easy access to slip out of the room the minute class was over. The eager study-goers and teachers' pets were bright and early, taking up the first two rows, and the slackers, sleepers, and stoners (or people who liked sitting in the back?) all took up the seats in the last two rows. Ta-da. Third row it was.

You sat there for about a week listening to this professor go over her syllabus, course, rules, etc. for a whole week. Then once that second week rolled around you came into class like normal and probably about twenty minutes into the class the door rips open, and in enters Sherlock Houdini (who was known at the time as: annoyingly loud handsome guy that talks too much). The professor looked about just as annoyed as you did. You brushed it off, meanwhile Sherlock Houdini was getting an earful about tardiness, and the professor got an earful herself about ‘ letting loose ‘. You definitely rolled your eyes.

He had finally gone to take a seat, but had unfortunately walked right up to you. He looked at you (or at least you think he did. Even with light shining directly through them you couldn’t see what he was hiding behind those sunglasses), and you looked back. You scooted your chair up thinking he wanted to get behind you, but he just kept looking at you. Then he smiled.

You remember thinking that his smile was very pretty. But also thinking that him smiling at you at that moment was creepy.

“You’re in my seat,” he said, still smiling.

“What?” You said back, furrowing your brows. You’ve literally sat in the seat everyday up until that moment and have never seen this guy once come to class. How in the world could this be his seat?

“You’re in my seat,” he repeated. He said it in a way that made you feel like you were the dumb one. It pissed you off and made you want to stand your ground.

“This is my seat,” you replied.

“Funny. I don’t see your name on it,” He chuckled back, still smiling. It felt very condescending.

“I could say the same for you,” you folded your arms and laid back in the chair to look up at him properly. You remember thinking this guy was really tall.

“Young man,” He turned to look at the professor, “could you please sit down,” she piped up, a little irritated. He looked back you, same stupid smile and said:

“Yeah, can I please sit down?” That almost made you throw your notebook at his face. Instead you leveled with him. You stared straight into what you think were his eyes, testing his patience, Anyone else would give up and find a different seat. But he leveled back. He crossed his arms as well and stared into your soul.

You both looked at each other for maybe another minute and half, then the professor cleared her throat loud enough to be heard by the whole room. That broke your patience. You scoffed as you scooted one seat. There were plenty of seats further down the row, but you wanted this guy to know that if he was gonna take your seat, you weren’t about to let him have his space.

He smiled and thanked you as he plopped down into your seat and got ready to take notes. You didn’t talk again after that.

Well, until now that is. You’re waiting for this prick of a guy to get into class so you can get the damn pen back. But he has yet to show up and class is almost over.

It’s whatever though because you can always ask him tomorrow. After all, It’s only Tuesday.

(･ω<)☆

I had half a mind to title this Hello Kitty’s Intricate War with Penmanship. I still might 🤭

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[aemondsvisenya]

Aemond x Reader who uses sign language

This idea is so random but I refuse to back down from it, hear me out…

Disclaimer: I’m not deaf, nor am I completely mute - I have been learning British Sign Language, however, as it’s part of Makaton which can be used by autistic people like myself. However, because this is Westeros, there’s no official sign language and so I haven’t described the signs in great detail

✨ Reader has no assigned pronouns or gender, and I haven’t specified why you use sign language - could be for a deaf reader, could be for someone who is mute… whatever the reason, you’re valid! ✨

When Aemond first meets you, he’s taken aback by how attractive you are, so he immediately goes to speak to you - only to be confused when you just smile bashfully at the sight of him but don’t say hello back

One of your friends has to explain to the Prince that you don’t speak (they quietly explain the reason so that no one else overheard), and that you use your hands to communicate. You’re a little afraid then that he’ll be disgusted by you or think that you’re deficient in some way, that you’re incomplete

Yeah, no, you couldn’t be more wrong about that

For one thing, Aemond is a scholar: he has studied many languages, though none more so than High Valyrian of course, and so he’s of course intrigued to learn that there’s a language that doesn’t involve speaking aloud, that people can use their hands to speak instead. While he thinks it must take longer, he also muses that it would be interesting and also helpful in certain situations to not have to use a voice to communicate

Secondly, Aemond is all too familiar himself with people thinking him deficient - people still shudder when they talk about his eye, even though he makes sure to wear the eyepatch all day and to never remove it unless he’s alone in his room. He knows what it is to be treated like he’s lesser, to have to work harder to overcome a disability - and he immediately sympathises with you

Aemond begins researching, seeing if there are any books on the subject of using hands to speak, but the information out there is extremely limited - so it makes sense, of course, that he go to you directly to learn first hand

At first you’re shy and a little scared because what would the One-Eyed Prince want with you? But to your surprise, he does his best to be reassuring, and he eventually gets across to you that he actually wants to learn some of the hand movements so that he can speak to you properly

As I said, Aemond is a dutiful pupil - he picks up on it faster than most others might

Some are relatively easy to remember, he finds; hello is a gentle wave, thank you is moving a hand down from the chin and bowing the head… he laughs softly when you grin and show him that “dragon” is miming blowing fire with your fingers acting as flames. Others aren’t as easy, admittedly, but he practices long after your sessions together in the privacy of his chambers, usually using a mirror to make sure his movements are clear and fluid

Before too long, it becomes second nature to him; he immediately starts signing to you when you pass each other, saying the words out loud to himself even as his hands move gracefully. He really does have such beautiful hands, you often find yourself thinking, with such long fingers… that thought definitely makes you blush

You’re honestly touched by his efforts because no one else has ever tried this hard just to speak to you, just to understand you, and it makes your heart grow in your chest that Aemond would do such a thing for you

What’s even more surprising is that soon enough, Aemond even begins doing some of the signs without even thinking when he’s talking to other people - only a couple of basic ones like please and thank you before he realises what’s he’s doing and stops, but it still happens from time to time

When Aemond asks to court you, he does it in perfect sign language but you have to ask him to repeat it because your eyes are blurry with joyful tears; he worries for a moment that he’s gotten the signs wrong but you hurriedly use your hands to tell him that no, he did it right, you’re just so happy and you want to see him ask again

Honestly he’s just super attentive and highly tuned to whatever it is that you’re saying, you always feel like you’re being heard when you’re with him because he takes everything you sign seriously

Woe befall anyone who dares mock or make cruel comments about you - Aemond doesn’t have time for such uneducated filth, and he wastes no time in making sure they never do such a thing again

[aid-daily]

Wait did I ever show you the aid bracelet... I can't remember...

So here it is if I haven't already showed it

WHAHSHDHDJJDHDHDJRJPWPLDKBBCKAOEOFMKSOEJ THANK YOUUUUUUU YOU DIDNT NEED TO!!!!

[steel-nemesis]

HI HELLO TELL ME ABOUT SIR MORDRED!!!

Sir Mordred! Oh, he's an interesting guy.... He's my SATBK Metal Sonic! Admittedly compared to my other Metals, he's lacking in some stuff. But here's some basic information about him!

Sir Mordred is a set of enchanted knight's armor. Created by a powerful sorcerer but later left behind, Mordred is a very angry, a very cruel, yet a very sneaky and intelligent knight who has one goal in mind. To take over King Arthur's throne, and to show the world that he IS real. Not some MYTH.

Normally in Mordred's spare time, if he's not living in his cave, he'll be terrorizing villages left and right on his dapple grey horse, Reaper. That, or he'll be trying to challenge someone ( primarily one of the knights of the round table. ) to a race or a duel. In some cases, there have even been attempts at fighting or killing the king himself! Though all of these have failed.

Sir Mordred is known to have 3 forms outside of his regular form. Those being his taur-like NEO form ( Thank you @sonlc for helping me with that! ), his incomplete Mordred Madness form, and then his final form. The gigantic and dragon-like Mordred Overlord.

If you have any more questions about Sir Mordred, feel free to send in an ask!

[sugar-omi]

NO YOU FUCKING GET IT i like to think there’s a cove out there who’s so . unhealthily attached to you that it’s genuinely ruining his life because everything he does is for you. what’s the point if it isn’t for YOU? he’s always been a little standoffish, a little surly, but when it comes to you he’s the sweetest he could be, because someone as sweet as you deserves that at the VERY least

other people are so EXHAUSTING to deal with. they pry and ask questions and get easily ticked off and it’s so annoying to deal with them, especially when they insist on hovering around YOU— but he’ll deal with them, put up with them, because they make YOU happy.

he would sell his house, all his furniture, his room with the sand on the floor and the glowing fish tank, the whole neighborhood, his heart and lungs on a silver platter and maybe, just MAYBE, it would be enough to get you everything you’ve ever wanted. and MAYBE then you’d look at him with the same adoration in his eyes that he feels for you.

and if anyone was dearer to you than he? well. he’s always had a big appetite, hasn’t he? what better way to earn your love than to consume it through those who don’t deserve it but HAVE it regardless? if he can’t have you, NO ONE can — and he’ll make sure of that.

ooouggghghhh…… cove with bpd with mc as his fp but he actually acts on his thoughts and urges KILL ME NOW KILL ME WITH ROCKS

(children mention)

bae do not play w me abt yan cove.... u can't jus say "what better way to earn your love than to consume it through those you don't deserve it but HAVE it regardless? if he can't have you, NO ONE can" AND EXPECT ME TO BE NORMAL!!!!

but omg... cove who works hard for you. the only way he can stand by your side and spoil you and love you is if he's more worthy of your love than anyone else.

the only ones who should come close to having all of your heart is the children he will give you.

God, all your friends would hate him. he's so cold with them, maybe even mean of he even thinks someone has a crush on you (never vice versa. you couldn't possibly love anyone else when he's right here giving you everything you need, and everything you will ever want.)

he's so tired of your friends "confronting" him and telling him he needs to "stop controlling [you]" and to stop being so weird, especially when you talk to other people.

but they don't get it. they're annoying. they're pest who dare to breathe the same air as his beloved. they are the ones that need to go away, not him. he's been with you for over 10-15 years, you would never get tired of each other or get "fed up with his antics" as your friends are trying to say.

he loves you. and you love him.. you need him just as much as he needs you, and you will see one day that he is all you need.

until then, he'll just have to become your ideal man. and not by changing himself, but making you like everything about him.

of course, he dresses in a way you might like. more black or sporty clothes, nerdy if you like that.

but he doesn’t want your eyes to wander to whoever fits your type, he needs to break you down until even if someone admittedly attractive stands in front of you, actor, actress, or regular citizen, he's the only one who can fill your heart...

everytime someone is flitting with you... you slowly start to think about how they're not cove, that they don't have any of his features or traits.

he showers you in love, attention, gifts, and endless amounts of his time until others make you uncomfortable, make you restless... makes you feel incomplete until you're with him.

he loves you so much, you just need to stop wasting time on these insects, these despicable people who don't know you like he does or love you like him.

no one can love you like him... no one.

and those who boldly tried to tell him that they love you just as much or more than him... well, they get to see just how much he loves you.

[daily-joe-hawley-words]

I may like TALLY HALL and JOE HAWLEY too much

Hello!! I am a fan of Joe Hawley and Miracle Musical as well as the owner of @daily-zubin-sedghi-words, another blog much like this one.

I will be posting words said by Tally Hall's Joe Hawley from the songs and other media. I will be goin in the order of:

Marvin's Marvelous Mechanical Museum (MMMM)

Good&Evil (G&E)

Hawaii Part ii and Variations on a Cloud

Joe Hawley Joe Hawley

Joe's other solo Music

Happy Monster Band

Tally Hall Internet Show

Boralogues

Admittedly Incomplete Demos

I will only post Joe's parts of the songs/episodes

I will post at 4pm/ 16:00 GMT

Asks are always open

Lyrics sourced from Hidden In The Sand

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

Tags:

#JoeLyrics - Joe in the songs

#JoeTalking - Joe in the internet show or boralogues

#NotJoe:( - Joe is not involved

#JoeInGeneral - Mentions Joe but is not the usual blog content

#JoeAsks - Asks about Joe

#Asks - Just asks

I am uncomfortable with sexual or romantic messages

Zionists dni

I do not condone Joe Hawley's actions or harassment of Joe Hawley.

Images:

[sepublic]

Fucked up actually how Garmadon is just. Never allowed to be happy and he knows it. He's a young kid who's going out of his way to protect his little brother and he gets so horrifically cursed and punished and doomed for it for the rest of his life, and he grows up knowing this will haunt and change him, that this will vilify him. There's all this talk of a 'balance' between good and evil and how both must exist, so does it drive Garmadon mad knowing that he is still technically playing a role in preserving the natural order of things, yet he will be despised and horrified by what he's done, grappling with the guilt in a best-case scenario, while others are celebrated because they're lucky enough to be chosen to fight for good instead?

He had to constantly fight the evil in his veins growing up, knowing it would eventually be over. But he still tried his best to do as much good as he possibly could, he tried not to hold it against Wu but at the same time... He took such an enormous bullet for his brother. Wu never asked him to do it, but Garmadon wasn't even allowed to agree to it either. I can see how easy it would've been to tell himself; Wu is going to grow old and loved and happy. I won't be. I deserve something for my sacrifice, for what I did for his sake.

What does he think, what right would we have to judge me, as if I haven't already lost it all for him, as if he doesn't have to contend with how he might act under the influence of the Great Devourer?! Garmadon actually gets this little bit of happiness with Misako, even a child... And fate plays the cruelest joke, practically punishing Garmadon for this, by making this child the very Green Ninja destined to defeat him; Why not someone else, like Morro dammit?! Even so, Garmadon does everything to NOT take out his frustration on Lloyd, despite knowing Lloyd is supposed to end any chance at happiness for Garmadon by ending his life.

The introduction of the Great Devourer's venom as a plot point is interesting, because it admittedly does absolve Garmadon of his wrongdoing (or make it very easy to) by re-contextualizing it all as something he's forced to commit, yet very much does try to fight against. Him continuing to love and care for Lloyd and look for loopholes out of fighting his son, instead of just destroying him, does prove how much he's trying to avert the venom's influence anyway. He IS trying.

I think the lingering specter looming over Garmadon over his inevitable fate must've like. Made it really hard for him to be happy at times, or even dare to dream of happiness. He committed his youth to saving the world, and then was trapped in the Underworld for years. He languishes alone with only the company of people who hate him and only go along out of coercion, people who DID choose to be evil. Garmadon has his agonizing stint as the lord of darkness, but still tries to help Lloyd, and after everything is freed.

And he still tries to atone!!! He still tries to make up for everything by swearing a vow of pacifism, and only rightfully goes back on that when an innocent life, his very son he does so much for, is threatened! Garmadon is allowed like, what? A few years of happiness with his wife and child, only a few years at best of not having to worry about the future because now destiny is out of the way and it's a fresh start for him, he can actually rest and breathe easy knowing there's no guaranteed doom ahead of him.

But he's still haunted by his past, still trying to make up for it; And then he has to sacrifice himself to save everyone all over again. And Garmadon dies, but he's not even allowed to stay dead because his soul is brought back in a fractured, tormented state, by someone who idolizes and misunderstands the worst period of his life, his greatest trauma. And now Garmadon is stumbling around, half-formed, incomplete, back in that same old trap and it's just so hard... But after everything, he still goes back to the same attempts at bettering himself, going against his nature one step at a time, in all of the little ways, rebuilding himself.

But his relationship with his son, this whole time, is deeply destroyed and fractured and hurt in a way it's never been before; And he and Lloyd never really get that reconciliation at the end of Crystalized. He doesn't get to be with his wife anymore and vice-versa. Garmadon is half a soul but still trying, he's always trying to be kind and good even in the worst of circumstances, it's his most natural instinct no matter how much tries to bury it underneath.

It's just. MAN; He really isn't allowed to be happy, isn't allowed to live or settle down. Truly doomed by the narrative, and by the hype of the Lego Ninjago Movie resurrecting the image of Lord Garmadon. Garmadon isn't allowed to hope, he isn't allowed to rest or settle down, it's just a constant battle for him. Sometimes I think he must've had a moment where he was just tired of being nice despite everything the world threw at him, that maybe he deserved a chance to go ape shit against everyone's ungrateful attitude and hypocritical condemnation by just embracing the darkness, and getting to think about himself for a moment; I think the closest to that was the love letter situation with Wu and Misako. A moment like that in the Oni trilogy would've been nice to see, though it has been a long while since I've watched it, so it may have happened.

Maybe Garmadon and the Overlord could've bonded over the fact that they're both doomed to play the role that nobody wants and everyone hates, yet is explicitly required by 'the balance' to exist nonetheless. I'd have loved to see him and Harumi interact in Crystalized, given Garmadon seems actually distraught when he accidentally kills her; It'd have done nice things for both characters to explore Garmadon's feelings about someone who chooses to glamorize his evil, but also weirdly enough appreciates him over it, too?

I'd have liked to see those two actually talk about the fact that Garmadon was doomed again all over, yet unintentionally maybe given a second chance at happiness, given his attempts at rehabilitation. And how does Harumi feel about this, how does she move on when her idol also fails her in this way? Does she keep clinging to a replacement like the Overlord, or just let go? It all turned to be NOT what she expected, both with the ninja and then with Garmadon.

It's like, man. The very concept of the 'balance' between good and evil having to exist, that there can't be too much evil but there also can't be too much good, and how this latter part is never explored because it exposes how fucked up the status quo is, it's driving me insane; Hell it drives Wu, Misako, Lloyd, and even Morro insane too. Someone has to take the fall, someone has to be the scapegoat, the sacrificial martyr, and be vilified for doing something everyone needs them to do. I'd go mad. Maybe that's the real reason for the Overlord's cruelty. And what happens if you take into account the original plan for Crystalized to reveal the Overlord is just the FSM's rejected Oni side?

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Harry's birth versus date the prophecy was spoken.

Over a decade ago, I wrote that Harry arrived earlier than his due date and that Severus had no idea that Lily was pregnant when he overheard the prophecy. I was fact checking myself, and I thought it would be pretty simple to figure out when the prophecy was overheard, but it's not.

First, when google searching timelines, I saw a lot of different ones for the date of the prophecy. Some sources thought it was spring 1981. Others put the date as autumn 1979 based on what JK said at Carnegie Hall. For example, on harrypotter.fandom.com, they say

The timeframe of the prophecy can be determined as late 1979 from J. K. Rowling's statement during her 2007 Carnegie Hall appearance that the Potters went into hiding when Lily was pregnant, and the scene in Deathly Hallows, Chapter 33 where Snape goes to ask Dumbledore to protect Lily, which must have taken place in autumn given the description of the setting ("…the sound of the wind in the branches" and "Though leaves and branches still flew through the night air around them…").

When you click on the link, it says

Hagrid never married and James and Lily went into hiding shortly after she first became pregnant with Harry.

But the (admittedly incomplete) transcript says

But they were full-time fighters, that’s what they did, until Lily fell pregnant with Harry. So then they went into hiding.

Which doesn't say when they went into hiding. It's possible that JK said "shortly after", but it wasn't transcribed.

Other people guess that it occurred in the early months of 1980 since Dumbledore says

‘Who heard it?’ asked Harry, though he thought he knew the answer already.             ‘I did,’ said Dumbledore. ‘On a cold, wet night sixteen years ago, in a room above the bar at the Hog’s Head inn.

Dumbledore says this in June of 1996, and 16 years ago, if he were being precise, would've been 1980. This also what Trelawney says in March of 1996

‘You c – can’t!’ howled Professor Trelawney, tears streaming down her face from behind her enormous lenses, ‘you c – can’t sack me! I’ve b – been here sixteen years! H – Hogwarts is m – my h – home!’

Which implies that she has been working there since at least March 1980, give or take. As Dumbledore was hiring for the 1980-1981 school year, it had to be autumn/winter of 1979 or winter/early spring 1980. If we assume that Harry arrived on his due date (only about 4% of babies do), then that would put his conception on around November 8, 1979. Unless Voldemort has an early pregnancy detector, Lily likely wouldn't have been telling people, even in her immediate family, until about 3 months in at the earliest.

If the prophecy was spoken in autumn/winter 1979, then Severus definitely wouldn't have known Lily was pregnant, and Lily might not have known herself depending on the date. If it was early 1980 (which fits with Dumbledore and Trelawney's dates), then there's also a huge chance that Severus didn't know she was pregnant, especially if it occurred in Jan or Feb of 1980, which "cold, wet night" implies.