#and I think this will be equally if not even more cool

[cosmerelists]

Cosmere Characters in Yard Sale Season

As requested by @cosmereplay :)

As cosmereplay said in the request, summer is yard sale season! If yard sales were a thing throughout the Cosmere, here is how that might go.

Also, I am too lazy to figure out currency per world so, uh, everybody uses dollars and cents for yard sales, even in the Cosmere. *sweats nervously*

1. Tress

Tress lives the truth that one man's trash is another (wo)man's treasure.

Tress: Oh wow, look at this! Tress: [triumphantly holds aloft a cracked mug that says Fish Fear Women, I Want Me] Seller: Heh, and my daughter didn't think I'd EVER sell that!

2. Shallan

Shallan sees yard sales as a way to sell off some bad memories.

Customer: What's this? Shallan: That? Oh it's an old necklace that I don't like anymore after I used it to strangle my father to death. Customer: ... Shallan: I-I mean, it's a cool old necklace that I...found in my attic...? Customer: [backs slowly away] Shallan: ...I'm NEVER gonna get this sold.

3. Fort

Fort LOVES yard sales--he's always in it to find the best deals.

Fort: So you are saying that this whole box of magazines is only one dollar? Seller: Yup! But I'd take your best offer. Fort: I can see that you put your National Geographics on top, but the bottom is all back issues of Costco Connection. Fort: How does 10 cents sound? Seller: I think 25 cents is as low as I could go. Fort: 15? Seller: I'll take it! Fort: [hefting up the box of old magazines] My ancestors would be so proud!

4. Adolin

Adolin is out there searching for more of what he already has [Note: Adolin is me]

Adolin: Oooh, I don't have a sword that curves quite like this! Shallan: Isn't it a bit...dented? Adolin: [already cradling the sword close] It just needs a good home!

5. Dalinar

Dalinar uses yard sales to get rid of things from his past that are just collecting dust these days, you know?

Customer: How much for this rusty knife? Dalinar: Bloody. Customer: Excuse me? Dalinar: It's not rust. It's dried blood. Customer: ...Why didn't you clean it? Dalinar: I tried. It just keeps weeping blood. Customer: ... Dalinar: It is great for cutting up steak though. Dalinar: [thumbs-up]

6. Vin

Vin sees yard sale finds mostly as, well, let's say raw materials.

Vin: [Immediately pulling the head off of the doll she just bought] Vin: [Stuffing cash inside the doll's decapitated torso] Vin: Needed a new wallet.

7. Szeth [could be considered mild WAT spoilers?]

Szeth sometimes finds yard sales to be...surprisingly emotional.

Szeth: [staring fixedly at the stuffed sheep with its big pink bow] Seller: Interested in that? Could make a great gift for a niece or daughter! Szeth: [already with tears in his eyes] S-She's so beautiful...

8. Rannette

Ranette is always scoping out spare parts she can use in her inventions.

Ranette: Hmmm...box of old screws. Could make decent shrapnel. Ranette: Could melt down this pan. Can't have too much steel. Ranette: This old lawnmower sure has some interesting blades... [Sellers, huddled nearby having a whispered conversation] Seller #1: Are we SURE we should sell to her? Seller #2: Come on, she has CASH!

9. Evi

Evi mostly thinks things are priced way too low.

Evi: Everyone and everything are equally valuable in the eyes of the One, is all I'm saying. Evi: You're really selling this pool noodle for just a dollar? Seller: You could....pay more if you wanted? Evi: Okay, yay!

10. Elend

Always makes a beeline straight for the "old book box."

Elend: [sighing] Vin: Just old paperback romance novels again? Elend: Yeah. Vin: Well, maybe one day a really smart guy with no friends or family will die and leave all of his philosophy books in a big box for you to find! Elend: ...Maybe? Vin: Yeah! Stay positive!

11. Siri

Siri is in it for knickknacks.

Siri: Oooh! Vivenna: Really? You couldn't possibly need that! Siri: Um, look into the eyes of this ceramic dog holding a sock in its mouth and tell HER that you don't think she's needed! Vivenna: ... Ceramic dog with a sock in its mouth: .... Vivenna: ... Ceramic dog with a sock in its mouth: .... Vivenna: F-Fine! It's only a couple dollars anyway! Siri: Yay!

12. Nightblood

Nightblood is just...disappointed.

Nightblood: [sighing] Szeth: I don't know what you would do with a yard, Sword-Nimi, even if that IS what they were selling. Nightblood: I'm just saying, it's false advertising!

[currently-dating-everything]

could i get some romantic headcanons with mac please? tysm ><

A/N: I accidentally reached Love status with Mac but I just see them as a friend please advise

Character: Mac

Relationship: Romantic

Somehow equally cool and lame, they're so fun to flirt with. It's a 50/50 chance whether they'll get flustered by what you say or fire back with something even sappier/more suggestive. You've gotta stay alert with this one.

They're such a big flatterer, too. Always talking you up for one thing or another (your skills, your appearance, your personality), you'll never doubt how cool they think you are.

Gaming dates! Movie dates! For obvious reasons, they are an extremely skilled gamer and will mostly likely wipe the board with you, but they're very cute when they get competitive, and whether you lose or win it just makes them love you more.

They're also a huge movie buff. Their favorites are older horror/sci-fi movies, but they're also super easy to influence, so they're likely to enjoy anything that you do. They're big on special effects, soundtracks, animation, and lighting/camera art, so don't be surprised if they start pointing out those little details of whatever you put on that you didn't even know about.

They love physical affection, especially receiving it. Holding hands, playing with their hair, kisses, hugs, cradling their face- anything you can think of, they're all over it.

They're such a sucker for your hands in general. They always get distracted watching them, especially if you tend to fidget. Tapping your fingers on the nearest surface, messing with your nails, cracking your knuckles- they eat it up in a perfectly normal way.

You will get so many messages from them every day, sorry not sorry. Most of the time it isn't even text, just links and videos that they think you'll enjoy, or that they found hilarious and had to send to you immediately.

They leave you a lot of voice memos as well. Most are only a few seconds long, little reminders or updates throughout the day, just to let you know they're thinking of you.

Mac cares a lot about your online health, so they're always looking out for your screen time and doom scrolling and gently encouraging you to take breaks to rest your eyes and brain. They're really good at helping you find other things to do if you're trying to spend less time on your electronics, and they know a lot of good stretches for your eyes, neck, and shoulders to help with any bad posture or aches you might be struggling with. They know the struggle of computer-inducted back and eye strain all too well.

They love having quiet moments with you. Both of you relaxing side-by-side, doing your own things, occasionally checking in and sharing info with each other. Mac's such a "gaming while my partner does their own hobby across the room" type of person. It's one of their favorite ways to spend time with you.

[songs-of-the-east]

Bashkir Women Reflect On Modernity And Tradition

The Bashkirs are traditionally the second largest Muslim population in European Russia outside of the Caucasus Mountains; native to the Volga-Ural region. This project by Sergey Poteryaev, reflects on the conflicts some modern Bashkir women feel between the contemporary world and traditional expectations of Bashkir society, and also what Bashkir identity means to them as women in a multiethnic Russia.

1.

Fatima 25 years old, development director at a company "A Bashkir girl is first of all characterized by sincerity and openness. I try to be like that myself, therefore all my emotions are immediately visible on my face. I love modern Bashkir jewelry and this is an example of how traditions can be trendy."

2.

Aisylu: 29 years old, staff member at the Directorate of Cultural Programs "Although it is trivial, the first word that comes up to my mind is "beginning." In my opinion, in modern life it is very important to understand your roots in order to be strong."

3.

Regina: 26 years old, museum tour guide "Times are changing, and so are we. But important things remain. I may not work in general, but I cannot sit still."

4.

Uraliya: 13 years old, schoolgirl "I think that it is difficult to live with traditional values in the modern world. Nowadays, life is easier and that has certain consequences. Yet, I would like to have a big family and not to forget about my career."

5.

Shaura: 40 years old, musician "I always felt the responsibility of being a Bashkir for my parents and grandparents. It's not pressure, rather something internal. And nowadays, I think we all should be able to be an engine for the family."

6.

Salima: 29 years old, artist at a television station "I am the daughter of my nation, not just my father and mother. I am constantly in search of information about the history of my ancestors. For a Bashkir girl, there is no big difference between the traditional and modern way of life. I like the traditional way and I feel comfortable in it. For example when my husband is hungry, I cannot let him eat a simple sandwich. And I had a dowry."

7.

Lyaisan: 31 years old, journalist "It's cool to be Bashkir. Even though we are different, there's a belligerence in our blood. Previously, when men went to war, women would take over all their responsibilities. However, is that equality?"

8.

Regina: 29 years old, art historian "I think that the goal for a Bashkir girl is to be worthy of her nation and its history. It's important, while possessing gadgets, to build traditions into modern realities. I have made the breastplate necklace myself, and I plan to use ethnic patterns in my wardrobe further on."

9.

Zalina 23 years old, student "A Bashkir woman is first and foremost the keeper of the hearth, and if everything is as it should be, the family will be fine. I always want to go somewhere. I am linked with my people this way. We love freedom."

10.

Rozaliya: 30 years old, specialist at a community center "Previously the role of a woman was in the background, but in reality everything was vice versa. I don't want to be a shadow of my husband, I want to keep the balance. I want to develop my own children even more and to teach them freedom."

11.

Jamiliya: 29 years old, ecologist "Being a woman means knowing where you came from, and where you're going. I adjust to circumstances and do not complain."

[blissfullsvn]

bungee

summary. there are two things to know about han taesan. one, han taesan is hard to understand, and two, han taesan does not like you. it turns out that neither of these are particularly true.

pairing. han taesan x reader genre. fluff, college/university!au word count. 1.3k warning. brief mention of drinks being spiked (not from MCs) a/n. in love with the concept of taesan looking so cool but being the most idiotic specimen on earth but even i think he’s questionable here 🧍‍♀️ nonetheless, i hope you enjoy this as much as i did! reblogs are welcomed with open arms :D masterlist

taesan has always been a bit of an enigma.

he dresses like your typical emo skater boy, but is obsessed with chococat. he hates being called a cat, but has all kinds of cat-related accessories for his outfits. he looks like he would never be seen within a five-meter radius of any dessert, but always has five packs of pudding in his bag. 

but above all, what truly confuses you is how he treats you.

for starters, taesan doesn’t like you.

at the very least, he’s uncomfortable around you.

that’s a well-established fact. has been, ever since you started hanging out with jaehyun and naturally integrated with the rest of his group. taesan has always kept his distance with you, even after you’ve grown close enough with everyone else for them to show up at your door unannounced. whenever it comes to you, he’s always chosen to be at the sidelines, walk a few steps behind, pipe up with minimal responses.

but it’s not like you have anything against him for that. you know it’s impossible for everyone to get along, even if it’s within the same friend group—especially when you joined later than everyone else—and it’s not like taesan has ever said or done anything offensive to you; he just . . . tolerates you. 

as easily as your friends welcomed you with open arms, you simply accepted that that’s just how it’ll be between the two of you; floating in parallel orbits without ever reaching each other. and you’re okay with that.

. . . despite your tiny, little crush on him.

you don’t know when it started, but from some moment onwards, you frequently found your eyes drifting towards taesan. on monday, when the lecture is particularly boring; on wednesday, when the lecturer enters ten minutes late; on thursday, when his smile is especially blinding and there are strands of white fur on his black tee.

so, maybe your crush isn’t actually minuscule, and the chances of it being reciprocated are less than zero, but you can live with it. that’s just how taesan is with you.

but that’s also why it’s confusing when taesan does things that are so . . . uncharacteristic.

like when you’re having lunch at the cafeteria, and he casually picks up the banchan on his own tray to replenish yours. or when you let out a whisper that you’re cold, and he’s the first to remove his jacket to drape it over you. or when you once dug through your bag and pockets to find a hair tie before settling with a pen, and from then on you always see him with a hair tie on his wrist.

it’s even more confusing when you stare at him afterwards, equal parts flustered and fluttery, and all he does is look back at you in question, as if asking you “what's up?”, like what he did was nothing out of the ordinary; like it’s something he has no problem doing for you; like it’s something as normal as breathing.

and then, when you’re left to wonder what exactly it means, losing sleep and sanity, taesan would show up the next day, acting as usual—distant, aloof, withdrawn.

as much of a whiplash it is, you can’t say it’s particularly surprising. taesan, in all his enigmatic glory, has always been difficult to understand, to comprehend, to grasp.

but right now, you might be a step closer to figuring him out.

“don’t.” taesan’s hand is around your wrist, grip firm but gentle. he’s huffing a little, hair disheveled. it’s clear he had been running towards you, but you haven’t a single clue why. 

“what . . . are you doing?” you look at your wrist, the way his hand engulfs it entirely, and then to his eyes. his pupils are so deep and dark that you’re drawn in immediately, and it’s then that you realise: you and taesan have never looked at each other face-to-face, this close before.

instead of looking away, which is what you expected and what he would have done, he does something completely uncharacteristic, once again.

for the first time, taesan takes a step inside your orbit.

your breath hitches at the proximity, and you almost want to ask if jaehyun is around the corner, filming this as a poor idea of a prank. but it’s taesan who’s in front of you, and he would never agree to anything like that. especially not when he’s looking at you like . . . that.

it’s so intense that you have to look away, find a spot on the gravel to ground yourself. but that doesn’t last long, because you’re immediately pulled back to him when he speaks, just like a force to a satellite.

“don’t have dinner with him,” he says—commands.

under normal circumstances, you might have butterflies. be thrilled, even. because this implies that he had been thinking about you; that what you do does affect him.

but right now, what you feel is something closer to indignation. you’re all dolled up, ready to meet someone new and have some fun, and hopefully rid yourself of your chronic illness of pining. but then the reason for all this comes and demands like you owe him?

before you can chew him out, taesan speaks again, and all the words on the tip of your tongue immediately melt away.

“he’s a terrible person.” he clenches his jaw. “has a reputation for . . . tampering with people’s drinks.” his grip on you tightens. “and i overheard him offering to take someone else out tomorrow.

“so . . .” he softens, his fingers slackened against your skin, “don’t go out with him.”

“i. . . .” you open your mouth but shut it immediately. this was the last thing you expected him to say when he came up to you, so you’re not entirely sure how to reply. you decide to say the most appropriate thing first: “thank you for telling me.

“but . . .” you continue before he adds anything, “why?”

“why?” taesan repeats, reeling back in surprise. “what do you mean?”

“why . . . did you come all the way here?” you tilt your head in question. “your class just ended, didn’t it? that means you ran all the way from campus to my dorm to tell me this. which i’m super grateful for, of course!” you add quickly. “but i’m just . . . confused.” internally, you wonder when you’re ever not confused by him. “a phone call would have sufficed.”

taesan blinks, as if he hadn’t thought about that.

“oh.” he lets out. “that . . . wasn’t on my mind.” he scratches his nape. “i just wanted to see you.”

you freeze, your brain short-circuiting. it takes a while to recover, but even then, taesan is still looking at you like he hadn’t just spewed out your new sleep-deprivation material, like it’s truly something as normal as breathing for him.

“taesan.” you call out, and the way his thumb brushes your skin in response sends a jolt down your spine. “do you . . .” you pause, rethinking your wording, before deciding on a far safer option. “are we good?”

“huh?” he tilts his head, wondering if you’re making a joke. when he sees that you’re not, he answers definitively. “of course.”

you let out a shaky breath, unconsciously leaning towards him. so . . . you’re good. taesan doesn’t dislike you. that’s good enough—no, way better news than anything.

“okay.” you nod, and a strike of confidence hits you. emboldened by the newfound knowledge, you inch closer. “i’m all dressed up, but i just found out my date is an asshole. what should i do, taesan?”

“huh?” taesan looks flustered, and you revel in that information now that the smokescreen blocking your vision has disappeared. “you . . . can still go out?” his tone is hesitant and clumsy, but nothing short of endearing.

“right.” you nod. “so go out with me, taesan.”

taesan splutters. “w–what?”

“be my date instead, taesan.”

and for the first time, you know what his answer is going to be.

a/n. don’t you just love it when ppl discover communication

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[suzu111]

₊˚༄ Shrimpy! (Literally)

┈➤Floyd Leech x Reader

┈➤summary: Reader is given a wrong drink that turns them into a shrimp.

┈➤characters: Floyd

┈➤additional info: reader works at Mostro Lounge, overworked reader, reader is yuu

note: for the story Floyd can somehow understand shrimp. And sorry for any mistakes ( ‘ v ‘ )/.

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Letting out a tired sigh, you slump down on a stool, head resting against the cool white marble table. Your eyes closing the music soothed your overworked head and body.

The whole day was a total rush in the Mostro Lounge. Having taking up a side job for extra money, Azul didn’t waste the opportunity to have an extra employee, despite you thinking the pay was a bit low, you still took the job. Crowley’s monthly allowance barely covered yours and Grim’s bare necessities so it was only time that you picked up a side gig.

Despite the days you did have shifts on were equally tiring, this day seemed to particularly hit harder. School felt like it was dragging on for hours and only when you had a few minutes of break, you had to drag yourself to the Mostro Lounge and put on your uniform to work until night time.

Normally you would just take people’s orders and bring the food, but then everything that could possibly go wrong, went wrong.

It first started with two other student waiters being absent from being sick. Okay, no problem, you would have to take up their usual sections but that also meant more tips for you. It was normally full every day, but more people seemed to show up causing traffic at the entrance. Then the host had asked for your help in managing the tables and seating the guests, but even before you could politely mention how you were also quite busy they had already left.

So with the best forced smile you could muster up, you seated the incoming students while also taking orders for the other tables that had been waiting. Already having picked up being the waiter and host in an overcrowded shift, you couldn’t believe that it would get any worse. And it did.

While in the middle of serving food for a 8 seated table, there was a commotion in the kitchen before five students, the cooks, rushed out. Plates and pans fell on the ground as the clattering sounds and the chatter only seemed to grow your confusion.

Only this time Azul finally got out from his private room to see what all the racket what about. Someone had filled him in on what happened, the 5 students that had run out had a little fight about the dishes and caused a small fire. They had received small burns, but still went to the nurse.

Overhearing this, you wondered who would fill in for the missing cooks. That was until Azul turned to face you, who was slowly walking away to be undetected.

“Y/N!”

Damn it. You already knew what he was going to ask.

“Take over the kitchen, there’s still orders pouring in and a lot of people waiting to be seated.”

You let out a small groan as you looked between the long line at the entrance, the impatient guests, and the kitchen that was a mess.

“Can’t Floyd or Jade cover it? I’m pretty packed over here.” You gestured towards the crowded room.

“They’re currently doing something for the school’s upcoming event and you’re the only one available.”

‘The only one available?’ You look at him, then at the crowd, then back at him. You wanted to give him a ‘are you serious?’ look, but he was already walking away to his private room. You were about to call his name, but he waved his hand absentmindedly.

“I trust that you can do this for just tonight. Don’t worry I’ll give you a slight 10% bonus.” Then the door locked leaving you in the middle of an already lit chaos.

You wanted to rip off that door off its hinges and make himself help out, but you just swallowed your stress and with a quick motivation slap on your cheeks you got to work.

It was hell. Orders upon orders were piling up as students started to complain about time while you were trying to cook the food up to the kitchen’s standards while also having to leave to seat the other people.

It was honestly all a blur and it felt like you were on autopilot mode. And when it seemed that service would slow down, it would only rise once again. All your writing on the orders were scribbles, but on your daze you somehow understood it considering how some were just a few squiggles. On the kitchen station, you had lost count on how many times you had almost burned your hands off or almost slice off your fingers.

Amidst everything, your mind thought back to the other host. It only clicked in your mind that through this chaos they were probably taking their break time to save themself from mess.

You didn’t even have enough energy to be mad or pull them out of the break room as your mind was only occupied with orders, ingredients, recipes, seating arrangements, and more.

After the agonizing hours of your shift had come to an end, you were absolutely exhausted. Which brings us to present time, you sitting at the Mostro’s bar stool half dead and half asleep. You could barely come up with a single thought as people’s orders were practically engrained in your head.

After a few minutes you lifted your gaze to the student while handled the bar during this time. He had a slight worry look when noticing the bags already formed under your eyes and your ragged uniform. Building enough energy, you only muttered one sentence.

“The blue bottle in the mini fridge, bottom left.” And with that you slumped your face back down.

You had ordered a favorite drink of yours, not caring about the price as getting a reward was what you needed at the moment. A few seconds later you heard a small slick and the sound of it being settled on the table. You didn’t give it a glance as you down it in one go.

It tasted slightly different, but after a hard day you didn’t care enough to point it out. With the bottle done you settle it down and plant a few dollars on the counter before taking your leave.

Even though your body ached and wanted to rest somewhere immediately, the rational side of you won over and decided to hold out until you reached Ramshackle dorm. There was no way you’d be a student who would be found sleeping on the sidewalk floor halfway to your home.

Time was all over the place when you reached your dorm’s door, opening it with long creak sound before closing it. Reaching your room on the second floor, which was hell when climbing the stairs, your groggy eyes saw your bed. In that moment you could’ve sworn that your bed was glowing with heavenly music in the background.

Wasting no time you didn’t bother to change out of the uniform and fell onto the soft cushion beside Grim who was snoring. As soon as your head hit the pillow lights wen’t out, immediately going sleep and savoring your needed rest.

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You had woken up earlier than expected, half an hour before your phone’s alarm rang. Surprisingly you didn’t wake up sore, the tiredness seeming to leave your body over night. You could’ve sworn that you would have woken up with an aching back considering the odd sleeping position.

Opening your eyes, immediately something was off. The ceiling looked more farther and larger than what you remembered. Turning to your side you noticed Grim who was still in deep slumber but now he was huge.

This quickly woke you up right away as you looked around your room. Everything was bigger, the night stand, bed, your pillow, and your Mostro Lounge uniform that appeared to be in a way bigger size layer sprawled out on the bed.

Finally looking down at your body, your breath cut short. How the hell?!!? Your mind raced with many questions and curses on how your body could have somehow morphed into a shrimp!?

As if last night wasn’t enough, the world seemed to be against you. You knew damn well that if Grim somehow managed to wake up around this time and seen a random shrimp on the bed he would just eat it straight up.

Thinking quickly you sorted through your memories of yesterday to see what might have transformed you over night. School was tiresome but nothing out of the ordinary. Moving onto last night shift, sure everything was hectic and you were about to pop a blood vessel, but that didn’t seem like a reason for this sudden change. You couldn’t seem to piece things together until you recalled what you had drunk last night. But that bd isn’t make sense, it was just your usual drink? Though, recalling the strange taste did rise some concerns as you made up your mind.

With your now small shrimp form, you crawled your way to your uniform’s pocket where you last left your phone. Dragging it out and with a small huff, your small claw tapped on the screen. Of course Face ID wouldn’t work do you had to type in your password.

After messing up two times you finally got in as you opened Magicam and went to your messages. Finding Azul’s profile, you texted him as your small claws worked overtime.

—“Azul!!!!”

“I woke up as a Shrimp what do I do?!!?”

“I think I drank something last night at the lounge”

“I dunno I’m freaking out!!”

“Azul!!!”

“Hello???”

“Answer quick plsss!!!!”

Stopping your typing you had a gut feeling he wouldn’t answer you as he was either busy doing business things or whatever. Tapping out of the chat you scrolled until you found Jade’s profile. If Azul wouldn’t answer then you might as well try Jade. Hopefully he would be a bit of more help.

—“Hey Jade I need some help”

“Pls”

“I think I drank something weird last night”

“Answer quick pls”

After waiting a few minutes you got no answer from him as you let out a small groan, but having a different body a different sound came out. Since having changed literal species, your ability to speak normally was thrown out the window.

Scrolling through other people you know, you contemplated who to ask for help next. Ace? He’s probably in deep sleep, most likely going to over sleep his alarm. Deuce? In the same boat as Ace. Riddle? You would rather just stay silent and not disturb his strict scheduled routine and not be a victim of his rants about rules.

Your choices began to slowly dwindle until it ultimately came down to one person. Staring at your large phone with a look of defeat (if a shrimp can even make that expression), you accept your fate and click on the last person left on your choice.

—“Hey Floyd help pls”

“I’m a shrimp now”

“Idk what to do”

“Come over”

“rn”

At this point you had already accepted your fate, being a shrimp and now resorting to asking Floyd for help. The world should just hurl an asteroid at your dorm at this point.

Waiting a bit impatiently as time passed, your hope of help slowly burned out as right when you were about to give up, you heard a ding.

Looking back at your screen, you saw a message from Floyd.

—“:@/;/. &/:;)”

Closing your eyes, you just laid back down.

This is it. This is your life forever. You’re going to have to live as a shrimp until your times up. Now you have to plan your goodbyes to the school, your job, and hopes of going back home. Maybe you should just live in an aquarium or in the oceans.

While you laid without moving an inch and going through an existential crisis, you were ready to be swallowed by the Earth whole before you heard a sudden loud thump.

And it wasn’t just any normal thump, it was if if someone full on body slammed against a door. Still you didn’t bother to move as you heard quiet footsteps walking all around the dorm.

Well, now you guess that you’re being robbed. You couldn’t bring yourself to care as you mentally wondered what even of value would someone find in this run down dorm. Heck, Grim would maybe just grab all the tuna from the cupboards and dip out.

The footsteps became louder until they were finally in front of your room’s door.

Then without knocking the person opened the door without care and stormed in. Then from the corner of your eye you caught the familiar teal colored hair.

“Been lookin’ all over for ya Shrimpy.”

Floyd said with a not so happy expression, most likely from having been called so early.

“Ya shouldn’t ask for favors so early y’know.”

He said as his slight frown turned into a grin, eye scanning the room. Then a confused expression overcame his face.

“Hellooo? Are ya in here?”

His eyes scanned the room before giving a shrug and was about to leave before he noticed something. A small shrimp jumping up and down repeatedly on the bed trying to catch his attention.

Instead of his confused expression remaining, it changed into a mischievous one as he went over by the bed side.

“Shrimpy! Is that really you?”

He questioned you nodded before he grabbed you by the antennas, dangling you from above. He watched you squirm a bit as he laughed at your state.

“What did ya do this time? Don’t tell me you’ve been secretly a shrimp this whole time!”

Floyd smirked as he rocked the hand that held you back and forth. It was clear that he wasn’t taking the situation seriously. Though, when has he ever?

Starting to get light headed one of your claws tapped against his thumb to let him know. Reluctantly he stopped after a few more swings before holding you on the palm of his hand. The main reason he listened to you was because in his head it wouldn’t be much fun messing around with a shrimp that was nauseous the whole time.

“You know just because I call you Shrimpy doesn’t mean you have to turn into one,” Floyd teased as he rose his other hand to play with your antennas.

You didn’t know why, but most likely from stress, confusion, and anger you started to move your claws around in a wild manner, the same as if a human were ranting to someone while pissed off.

You had an internal rant about the whole shift from last night, to waking like this, and no one coming to help other than him. You didn’t expect him to understand you, but you halted your movements when he spoke up.

“Really? A drink turned ya into this? Makes sense actually, we have been ordering special drinks, Azul’s orders.”

Special drinks? You quickly tried to cool your head and organize your thoughts. Okay, so Azul had ordered special drinks that most likely changed people into sea animals, maybe specifically shrimp. You didn’t know why, but that was just another question added onto the mountain you had. Then you thought about why or how it must’ve gotten mixed up with another drink. And to get the answers to all those questions meant that you needed to see one specific person. Azul.

Now knowing Floyd understood you, you asked him with your movements to help you go see Azul and get answers.

“Nahhh I don’t feel like it. I came all the way here just to go back?” His smirk then turned back to a lazy frown.

Mentally sighing you knew you had to bribe him in some way to help you. Bargaining with him with items would lower your chances as you didn’t know what he wanted or needed in the moment. Even if you did know what may have wanted who knew if he still liked it or already gotten over it. After a bit more thinking an idea popped into your head. You knew what would catch his interest and you were ready to sacrifice it for a chance to turn back into normal.

Looking up at Floyd, you moved your claws. You explained that if he helped you, you would hang out with him for a day and do whatever he wanted to do, whether it’d be skipping classes or taking a swim in the cold freezing water in the Octavinelle dorm’s swimming spot.

His face turned into a thoughtful one has he weighed the options. Knowing it was a 50/50 chance that he would agree, you upped your bargain to two days.

“Make it a week and I got ya.”

Might as well just start your grave. Hesitantly you agreed and shook your small claw with his finger.

“Alright, hang on tight, don’t want’cha flyin’ out.”

You didn’t even get to be confused before he suddenly dashed out of the dorm at full speed. The sudden wave of wind and being a small size would’ve whisked you away if you hadn’t gripped onto his finger for dear life.

After a few minutes including with some stops when he found a penny on the floor you both finally made it past where the dorm entrances were and entered Octavinelle. It was only then when Floyd stopped sprinting at full speed and returned to his normal walking. All the while you laid on his palm with the wind knocked out of you.

Finally walking in the Mostro Lounge, Azul couldn’t be spotted in the main room which meant he was back in his private room.

Making his way towards the door, Floyd opened the door without care and entered.

“Floyd, what have I told you about entering without knocking. I really need those locks soon.”

Azul muttered the last part as last time Floyd came bashing in it had ruined the previous locks, making Azul having to order more.

“Anyways what do you want, I’m pretty busy.”

Without saying anything Floyd rose his hand with you in his hand. Silence lingered in the air for a minute.

“You came all the way here just to show me a shrimp? I can never really understand you.”

Azul let out a tired sigh, believing his friend was acting out again.

“This is Shrimpy, like thee Shrimpy.”

Floyd specified, emphasizing his point by stretching his hand that held you closer towards Azul.

“I have no time for your antics right now I’m pretty busy. I need to get all these paper work done by the afternoon.”

“But I’m not lying, here they’ll tell you.”

That was your cue as you iced your claws around just like you did with Floyd before. Only this time Azul continued to have a puzzled expression. After finishing your explanation, he spoke up.

“Okay I have no idea what it just said.”

You in response looked back and forth between him and Floyd. You thought he would understand you the same. Floyd on the other hand shrugged.

“I took some Shrimp language classes a few years back for funzzies.”

If you were still in your human form you would have immediately walked out of the room out of embarrassment and defeat.

“Just tell me what ya wanna say Shrimpy and I’ll tell him.”

Alright, he was being generous for this time and you for sure weren’t going to let it go to waste. After re-explaining it to him he translated.

“Shrimpy drank something after yesterday’s shift… A blue bottle that was supposed to be their drink… then woke up like this… They sort of remember that it had a green label…”

After hearing a mentioned blue bottle with a green label Azul’s face almost turned white before face palming.

“I see now what happened.” He sighed out then looked at you.

“That must’ve been the Shrimp potion drink I had arrived two days ago.”

Azul didn’t go into detail or reasoning to why he even had a drink like that in the first place before continuing.

“They were supposed to be stored away in the big fridge at the cooler area instead of the mini fridge behind the counter.”

Pieces started to come together all the while Floyd stopped paying attention.

“Someone must’ve put it in the wrong fridge by accident… Floyd!”

Azul’s loud voice broke the mentioned guy out of his daydream. “What?”

“You were in charge of storing the shrimp drinks in the big refrigerator in the cooler area not the mini fridge!!”

“Eh, not my fault it looked similar to other drinks.”

Azul pinched the bridge of his nose. “The label was green, the drink Y/N should’ve gotten the one with a dark blue label!”

“Hey I only put it there just cause. The real person at fault is the one who actually gave the drink to Shrimpy.” Floyd rolled his eyes while continuing to fiddle with your antennas.

Then you asked (with Floyd translating) if there was a way to undo this change. Azul in response nodded before looking at a few papers.

“Of course it can be reversed, but the drink to turn you back is supposed to arrive tomorrow. So you’ll just have to wait until then.”

Slumping down on Floyd’s palm, you thought about your options, stay at the dorm and wait this out or go to school like this. This was of course a no brained, opting to just be absent for a day instead of risking getting stomped on or getting mistaken as food.

Then in a sudden movement, Floyd walked out of Azul’s private room and went straight towards a storage closet. After a few seconds, he pulled back and revealed a fish bowl.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out his plan. All you could do was silently come to terms that Floyd was gonna take you all around the school in that circular bowl.

You just have to wait until tomorrow.

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[likha-academe]

Guys listen to me pls Splatoon x Marauders. I know it is such a niche combo, but the clogs in my brain is working. Ok so Splatoon, Splatoon is a shooting game. Something got into me to make the Marauders in it. Don't mind their hair colors, because it's always random.. Yes Sirius got his one earring on his right ear, yes Remus got his scar in his eyebrow but got hidden by his hair..., and I know Remus and Peter has the same hair style-- I gotta work with the limited hairstyles. Sorry can't do anything with Peter's body in splatoon, so he's not chubby here :"(

Ok weapons! What I wanted all to talk about. For their team comp, I made Sirius and James as the main damage duo, while Remus and Peter as back lines.

Ok so I gave James a Splash-o-matic, a DPS weapon-- front line. Literally one of the best weapon to use. It is a meta weapon with its weapon and kit being aggressive, Burst bomb and Crab tank. Burst bomb being literally making damage as soon you throw it, Crab tank special being used as both front and back line. Splatana, 52. gal, Nzap, or the Splattershot itelf is my go to weapons for James. Just something fast and front damage weapon. I think of him as a fast kind of player, so I gave him something lightweight. Add on I think Splat Dualies is a good pick also for him. The weapon just really had that flare coolness into it.

Sirius is also a DPS. I gave him a Splatana Stamper, still a lightweight weapon with a bit of heaviness to it. I also think of him of someone fast. His weapon kit is pretty aggressive too, with Burst bomb and a Zipcaster, to go to places in a short minute of time. I can also give him Dynamo Roller purely of aesthetic hehe because it reminds me of his motorbike. He will probably have his fun with Sloshing Machine too. So is Dapple Dualies Nouveau, much shorter range but fast and annonying with its Torpedo, and its Reefslider being a reference to the Akira slide with its motorbike slide animation. Blaster is also a good pick, for it being a chaotic weapon. Dualie Squelchers is also a honorable mention.

Remus for me is definitely more a back line, usually in the back of the group. So I gave him a sniper weapon. Snipewriter 5H. Which I didn't notice when picked the weapon, the weapon is a pencil, you can think of him with his intensive studying heh. The kit is a Sprinkler for farming for its special, Tacticooler. That gives buff for teammates. I think he would enjoy more of a heavy and long range weapon to use, even though the main weapon I chose is more into lightweight but it is still long range. E-liter 4k is one of those, heavy and long range sniper. Explosher and Heavy/Hydra/Heavy edit Splatling is also a good pick of him. Weapons that are good to annoy enemies with.

Peter would probably choose Tenta Brella, something to hide behind. The kit, Squid beacon to get back fast into the game as soon you respawn and Inc Vac to suck damage thrown. But, Peter is also the one who is the sneakiest of them all. Carbon Roller is also a good pick. Carbon Roller partnered with Ninja squid ability is the most popular way to use it (In Splatoon there is two ways of movement walking and swimming, having Ninja Squid makes you almost invisible swimming around, so it is good for sneaking enemies). He looks up to James a lot, so he probably tries some of James uses, dualies for example, Glooga dualies more specifically. I think he will also try Slosher, Luna Blaster, Undercover brella.

Peter is a secret agent from Kamabo Co., I was think first of him joining DJ Octavio, but he has good side on him so I didn't.

For me I feel like Sirius and James are ranked battle freaks. They would always drag Remus and Peter. Remus and Peter are more casual players. They also get dragged to Salmon Run by the two.

Added them more personalities through their Splashtags(banner) Sirius being a Toni Kensa cloth brand fan, Peter being a Tableturf game fan-- a card game to equal to him liking chess games, Remus being a big fan of Splatoon musics, and I just have feeling James a big fan of Salmon Run.

so if I throughly put them in the knowledge of they are inklings and octolings(the beings called in Splatoon) If I follow what some witches think of muggles-- bellow them. In Splatoon, Inklings are seen as the better species, for octolings live underground for they lose the war against inklings. Then I can put James, Sirius, and Peter as inklings. While, Remus as an octoling, but it won't make sense because he's a half. So by purely of aesthetics I made Remus, James, and Peter as inklings, while Sirius as octoling.

If I follow the Splatoon's story, it is not possible for Remus to turn into werewolf. So as exchange, he is sanitized. From were they are sanitized, all people who get sanitized is mostly tricked into it. So from here I think I can still follow of Remus getting forced into turning one. Being brainwashed, they forget their own identity.

For canon design of Marauders, this is the closes i can get into their hair styles.

[charliedawn]

Hi Charlie, I wanted to ask you how the Lecter family would react if the reader were like Chloe from Life is Strange.

Hannibal Lecter Sr. (1991 Hannibal)

Hannibal Sr. would be equal parts amused and frustrated by you. He appreciates intelligence and wit, and you have both—but your reckless behavior? Your defiance? That would irritate him. Because he knows you can do better.

“You mistake impulsiveness for bravery. A dangerous miscalculation, my little lamb. If only you’d let yourself see how much potential you possess…you would understand why I am pushing you so hard.”

At first, he might try to control you—subtly steering your behavior with calm authority. If you mock him? Oh, now you have his full attention. “You enjoy provoking me. I wonder—do you seek a reaction, or do you simply wish to see what I am capable of? To see if I will end up abandoning you? Rejecting you? Either way, I will never give up on you.”

If you keep challenging him however, he’d eventually lean into a more intense approach—cool, calculated, and deeply manipulative. He sees potential in you, but if you refuse to be shaped? He will either break you down or lose interest entirely. But Hannibal Sr. is not one to back down from a challenge…so he will stay. For as long as it takes.

Hannibal Lecter Jr. (2013 Hannibal)

Oh, he would love your sharp tongue and rebellious streak. He would never get visibly annoyed—he’s too composed for that—but every time you get sarcastic with him? He’d just smirk, like he’s waiting for you to say something truly impressive. Because he knows you will.

“Ah, so much fire in you. But tell me, Y/N—how often does it burn you in the end? Is it the reason you are being so rebellious? Are you angry? Sad? Desperate? Do you secretly wish for attention and validation from others and it is the reason you act the way you do? Do you wish to be seen? And loved?”

If you try to push him away, he’d just become more intrigued. He sees your pain under all that bravado, and he’d love to slowly unravel it.

“You hide behind sharp words and reckless choices. But deep down, you are waiting for someone to understand you. Aren’t you?”

If you let him in, he would make it dangerous—turning your chaotic energy into something refined, something with purpose. And if you reject his attempts? He’d simply wait.

“You’ll come around eventually. Or you won’t. Either way, I will still enjoy watching you and learn how to love you the way you want to be loved.”

Morgan Hannibal

Morgan would pretend not to care about your attitude, but oh, it would get under his skin. He hates unpredictability, and you? You are pure unpredictability. “I am genuinely curious. Do you ever think before you act?”

He’d try to write you off as just another reckless idiot in this household—but the more he watches you, the more he realizes there’s something deeper to you. “You act like nothing matters. But I think that’s just bullshit. You do care…you just don’t wanna admit it.”

If you ever show vulnerability, he’d immediately back off, pretending like he didn’t notice. Because if he acknowledges it? It means he cares, and he does not want to care about someone like you. But if you get close to him? He’d start protecting you, even when you don’t want it. He would constantly try to stop you from making reckless choices—to save you. Morgan’s biggest struggle would be balancing his irritation and his concern for you—because, whether he admits it or not? He does care.

Kevin Hannibal

Kevin would be entertained by you. He thrives on chaos, and you? You are walking chaos. Unlike the others, he wouldn’t try to change you—if anything, he’d encourage your worst tendencies. “What’s the plan today? Pissing someone off? Getting into trouble? Whatever it is…I’m in.”

He’d challenge you constantly—who can be louder, who can be funnier, who can pull off the craziest stunt. But if he ever catches a hint of sadness beneath your sarcasm? He would immediately try to soothe your pain. “Hey…you okay? You look like shit. I am like…concerned. What’s going on?”

Kevin would be one of the few who actually lets you be yourself—never judging, never forcing you to change. But if anyone hurts you? Oh, he is not forgiving that. “You mess with Y/N, you mess with me. And I do not let things go.”

Kevin is the type to match your energy, but also quietly look out for you, whether you realize it or not.

Peter Hannibal

Peter would be so conflicted about you. On one hand, your loud, chaotic energy terrifies him—you’re reckless, unpredictable, and constantly dragging him into trouble. “Y/N, please, I—oh my God, why are you like this?!”

But on the other hand? He adores you. You make him feel alive, even when he’s panicking the entire time. “Okay, okay, we’re doing this—wait, no, I changed my mind—Y/N, STOP!”

He’d be the one constantly begging you to be careful, but also following you anyway. And if anyone dares to insult you? Oh, that’s where he draws the line. “You don’t get to talk about Y/N like that! They—they’re reckless, and—and frustrating, but they’re amazing, so shut up!”

Peter would always worry about you, but he’d also be fiercely loyal—even if you make his life twenty times more stressful.

[lipshits-continuous]

One specific thing I'm looking forward to proving (if I get my first pick for the projects next year) is that the de Rham Cohomology groups are homotopy invariants

[starry-bi-sky]

don't you want to be a cult leader? - danyal al ghul au

this is mostly a joke post but i thought it was funny and had to share so--

his first mistake was, obviously, inheriting his father's inability to see an injustice and stand still. -- actually, danyal's first mistake was his lair being so big. a mountainous island with a large temple in the center resembling his old home in Nanda Parbat? With sprawling foliage and rivers and streams and waterfalls galore? What was he going to do with all that space? Let it go to waste? He had plants there! Native trees of the ghost zone growing from the soil! He couldn't let it all be left unchecked!

So naturally after helping a fellow teenage assassin ghost -- who he later learns is named Akihiko, -- from Walker of all people, he sent them over to hang low at his lair until it was safe enough for them to wander around the Zone. Walker couldn't get through Danyal's astrofield if his life depended on it, and trust him -- he's tried. Danny was clearing out debris from his stupid transport vans for weeks.

Honestly it wasn't so bad, he and Aki really quickly became fast friends and Danny loves having a sparring partner close to his level again -- he hasn't had this much fun fighting since he left the League. Aki was very dedicated and levelheaded, the both of them clicked really well because of it.

Nonono, the real trouble began after Danyal met some long-passed League members and allowed them to come join his island as well. Apparently they had made a few enemies of the zone, and maybe Danyal still felt some loyalty to the League. He couldn't just let them be left to rot. Their zealotry could be overlooked so long as they kept it contained and helped him take care of his island.

And it.. snowballs from there? He meets a teen squire aptly calling himself Ambroise -- whether that was his living name or not is yet to be seen -- who died during feudal france, who is just about as dramatic and passionate as every french stereotype makes them out to be. He calls Danyal "my moon and great muse" -- which is both flattering and little uncomfortable, but Danyal's grown up in the League as the Grandson of the Demon Head, he is used to mild worship. he passes it off as nothing more, nothing less. -- and while his energy is overwhelming on the worst of days, he helps Danny draw out of his shell more in ways that Sam and Tucker still struggle with.

Him and Aki butt heads a lot, but the two seem to hold the other in at least some positive regard, so Danny doesn't worry too much about them fighting while he's gone. It only becomes a mild issue when Aki also begins calling Danny "my moon". It's a little sweet, so Danyal brushes it off.

Then he takes in a troupe of ghosts some time after he defeats Pariah Dark and they begin calling him "great one" just as the yetis do in the far frozen. This is where he meets the twins -- a pair of sibling ghosts who call themselves Trixie and Missy (short for Trick and Mislead) -- who aren't quite as passionate as Ambroise but more energetic than Aki. Eventually they also start calling Danyal "my moon" and attach themselves to his hip, even within the living. They like to hide in his shadow and cause trouble for the rest of the students. He makes sure they don't hurt anyone.

He's pretty sure Aki is jealous, same with Ambroise, but he can't be too certain other than the fact that they become much more lingering (re: clingy) whenever he visits the island.. Something he's trying to do much more often these days due to the increasing amount of people living there now. Since when did he become so popular?

Then there's Pēnelópeia from the Greater Athens, who ran away from home and joined his Island after he ran into her while she was being chased by Skulker -- and he's pretty sure the reason was because of her chimeric appearance. Her strange eyes and mismatched wings and lion's tail and talons. She assimilates into his friend group very easily, she gets along well with Ambroise and Trixie and Danny usually finds the three of them climbing the trees to pluck the most fruit from the top. They can fly and he knows it, but they prefer to climb.

Then finally there's silent poet Akkara who comes from ancient mesopotamia, who gets along most with Aki -- which is no surprise there considering their similar personality dispositions. he watches Aki and Danyal fight each other and leaves comments on this or that that he notices. He writes Danyal poems on clay tablets and leaves them by his room.

They're one big mismatched group of outcasts, and Danny's got the other ghosts on his island to tend to, because they're living on his island and he wants to be hospitable even if he struggles with that. But he spends the most of his time with them.

Sam and Tucker are making fun of him. Tucker jokingly tells him 'careful Danny, at this rate you're gonna start a cult'. Danny really wishes he had taken that joke more seriously.

He just. keeps. collecting people. Wayward souls lost in the zone, looking for shelter or refuge from something or other -- whether that be another hostile ghost, or a past afterlife, or just a purpose. Danyal finds them, he takes them in, offers them a place on his island until they are ready to leave. Many seldom do. He's not complaining -- he has the space, and it feels like it's only ever growing.

His close friends, his "inner circle" as he's heard the others call them, keep insistently calling him "my moon". He starts calling them his stars, because then it only feels fair. They're his stars, this is his constellation. It becomes a thing; little star halos begin forming behind their heads, picking them out from the rest. He loves them so much, it's hard to place. Sam and Tucker are also his stars, but they reside in the living realm, they're his tie to Life. Meanwhile, his friends here know what it's like to be dead, and sometimes its nice to relate.

Those living on his island keep calling him "Great One" and he's beginning to notice zealotry in their care for his island. He really, deeply appreciates it. His close friends gain nicknames -- as his stars, it's only natural for him to pick them out from the cluster in the skies. Akihiko, his Sirius and bright star. Trix and Missy, Castor and Pollux, the twins and troublemakers. Ambroise, his zealous Antares and close friend. Penelopeia, chimeric and loyal Vega. And Akkara, his Arcturus and strength.

It's ridiculous how long it takes for him to notice; he is, of course, a deadly trained assassin. He is meant to be observant -- and normally he is! But somehow this becomes a blind spot. One that becomes too big to be dealt with by the time he realizes it.

He should've noticed when Aki, his Sirius, stood beside him one day while Danyal looked over his island and saw the sprawling spirits carrying on about their afterlife and bowing to him as they saw him, and said: "I looked down into the depths when I met you; I couldn't measure it." They aren't one for flowing prose, it took him so off guard he was silent for over a minute before he finally spoke.

Danyal should've recognized devotion for what it is, and yet he didn't. He should've recognized it when Antares began spouting praises about him, crowing about his radiance and resplendence to the heavens. He just brushed it off as Ambroise being Ambroise. He should've recognized it when Trix and Missy nearly broke Dash's leg after he knocked Danyal's books out of his hands, he excused it as them being protective. Of them coming from times where such violence may have been customary -- after all, that's what he used to be like. What he was still like, sometimes, when his emotions nearly got the better of him.

He should've noticed it when the people living on his island followed his word like gospel, looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. When his friends gifted him a shawl with the moon phases delicately embroidered into it, with silver, shimmering thread and moving stars lovingly stitched into it. Their constellations seen clear as day in the dark fabric. When he found small shrines dedicated to him -- but they lacked any image of him beyond stones carved to look like moons, so he ignored it. When the religious imagery began popping up.

He really, really should've noticed it when a bunch of cultists accidentally summoned Antares, and Antares had turned to him when he arrived and called them heretics. But he was so centered on the fact that they had kidnapped one of his stars, that he hadn't paid much attention to what Ambroise had said.

Sages say that faith is blind, they should also say faith in you is even blinder.

It really only hits him one afternoon while he's sitting in Sam's room studying with Tucker, Missy and Trixie lounging at his feet, Aki sat on his right, Penelopeia braiding his hair, Ambroise draped against him, and Akkara lurking over him. Its one of the rare few times they're all in one room together.

It hits him like a bolt of lightning. He looks up from his textbook. "Oh Ancients," he says in no amounting shock. Everyone looks up to him.

"I've become my grandfather."

[cube-cumb3r]

i know it's hard because they're so different and have different "names" but i think it's more interesting seeing "meanie" and "salesperson" ena as two expressions of the same person rather than like two separate personalities or worse, two separate entities stuck in the same body. i imagine it as after a certain threshhold of a certain emotion is reached felt she flips to the other side but any emotion or thought expressed by either side belongs to the same ena

[rosecandyart]

My personal rankings of the special splatfest Frye outfits because I need to show her more love.

1. Splatoween

2. Frostyfest

3. Summer Nights

4. Springfest

5. Grand Festival

[lemongogo]

why do i love the conflict more than anything else . the misery . the incompatibility that spreads like oil slick . wanting so desperately for resolution that never comes . hmmm

[silusvesuius]

n*loth not being able to bag anyone over the (human term) age of 25-30 at most is the only logical and real conclusion to me because it can be just explained away as him wanting to prove and control everything and anyone (Cus he's a man!) but being stuck in that demographic because his unbearable and vile personality is a force that nobody can look past once they've outgrown the possible fear and idolization period of anyone but also n*loth in particular.

[sysig]

Cure for whatever ails ya (Patreon)

[starphenie]

one sided ozecavette peak and here's why

yvette is so observant (it's the anxiety) she can read the exhaustion in someone's posture. the faraway look when someone looks through you, not at you. it reminds her of the prime minister and it makes her heart beat. beyond that,

those vulnerable moments spent with someone in close quarters. showing someone your back. reminders to eat. smiles so soft and understanding that the outcome was unavoidable no matter the origin. ivetta, your smile you only reserve for one person, but you showed that precious thing to me, a tool, why? with nothing behind it, how? how long can an act continue before it becomes reality?

lies about your past. your future. our future. then there are the truths you don't bother to hide. the early mornings, the smell of smoke, two fingers on your temple. you are capable of being honest, and you are capable of being gentle. even if your softness was a lie, you were soft. something within you caged and reserved extended its emaciated arm without knowing the resounding implications of its awakening

the delusion. alluding to the idea of being something more. freedom from your burden. a different path from the one you've chosen. hope that's so real to yvette, as if she could make one leave behind what you've already given up your life to: you've been a dead man walking, but when you look at her eyes she sees something else, something imaginary but so real, like a funhouse reflection, twisted, yet strikingly recognizable at parts

yvette being someone so insignificant to everyone in her life but making them acknowledge things they've never considered before, always on accident. that kind of effect no one else can achieve because she'd gone unnoticed until she'd already nested under your skin. i have nothing nothing to fear but you disturb me. your kindness is a twisted interpretation of who you think i am. you're like a sun that's too bright on a day that's too cold.

tldr: the trope where you see a typically cold character show hidden kindness or a strong character showing their tired side to an animal but it's yvette (not an animal, just bnuy coded¹) and she's like that shit was real yo and ozeca is like uhh. (but some of it might've unfortunately been real, or at least a 1 to 1 reflection of how she is when she's being real.) them mutually bringing out the best in each other in the worst of situations with absolutely ZERO synergy it's awesome

[bonehilda-deactivated]

i don't like the pressure on artists to have a social media presence. i don't want to see your morning routine, in fact, i don't want to see you at all. Off you go to your cabin in appalachia to write 9 minute songs about the passage of time and the vastness of memory. You can still fuck your bassist but DON'T make a tiktok about it. your only existence to me should be on a name on the album cover.