#and it still hasnt been patched...

[penisbilt]

really the only thing i miss about occasionally browsing reddit is seeing posts from all the ftm and meta and phallo subreddits and so on. seeing that kind of anatomy sprinkled in everywhere throughout my day of content consumption and it feeling so (personally and publically) normalized and desired in those spaces really helped me to get excited and stay excited for my transition

[puppygirlplushie]

slowly but surely remembering why beta minecraft is soooo fun

[rowebug]

sorry for not posting i literally had to evacuate my city because a large snake started destroying it

[roboraindrop]

No work for me today. More time to lay here and think about my f/os 💕

[xislyns]

I don't know if your request is open or not.

and you can ignore this.

But I read your work and it's really sweet. So may I please request a Luffy x fem reader. It's complicated but here it goes can I please get an older version of luffy where he fights a devil fruit user and the Enemies power is to send somebody back in time. And the older version of luffy meets his old self and tells his old self that he is married to the reader and constantly flirts with her. Of course you don't have to do this and apology if I bother you

hi there! i actually really LOVED this request! and i really

LUFFYS ADVENTURE THROUGH TIME ⏳

ft' !Future Luffy x !F reader

op masterlist : 𐙚🧸ྀི || ⋆·˚ ༘ ASK STATUS IN DESC

summary : A peaceful day on the Sunny was abruptly disturbed when future Luffy appears, revealing he’s married to you in his timeline. Jealous and determined, present Luffy vows to win your heart again in his time

The Thousand Sunny sailed through calm waters, the peace of the day only interrupted by Luffy’s occasional outbursts of boredom. You stood by the railing, enjoying the breeze, when the captain himself flopped down dramatically beside you.

“im bored,” Luffy whined to you, tossing a piece of meat in the air and catching it with his mouth.

“Then do something ” you replied, glancing at ussop who is trying to pull a piece of his fabric stuck in the deck of the ship. “maybe you could help ussop or-”

Before you could finish, a loud, strange crackling sound filled the air.

The Sunny rocked violently as a bright flash lit up the deck. smoke and debris filling the air, causing everyone to cough and brace themselves for whats about to come. But when the light faded, you blinked and gasped.

Standing where the light had been was… another Luffy?

But this one was older, scars across his chest and a slightly taller, leaner build, slight suble growing on his chin. and his iconic straw hat hung on his back, yet his wide grin was just as goofy as the Luffy you knew.

“Oh man,” the older Luffy groaned, scratching his head. “Where am I now?” He looked around, his gaze landing on you. His grin widened. “Whoa! Y/N, you look alot younger!”

Your brow furrowed. “Wait, what?”

Present Luffy was already on his feet, glaring at the noticably older version of him. “Oi! Who are you?! And why are you talking to Y/N like that?!”

The older Luffy grinned even wider. “Woah! I’m you! From the future!”

Present Luffy blinked. “Huh?! How’s that even possible?”

“not sure but some weirdo with a devil fruit power zapped me here!” Future Luffy explained, flailing his arms dramatically. “I was fighting this guy and super strong, by the way. and bam! Next thing I know, I’m back on the Sunny! But… wait…” He squinted while looking at his surroundings. “Oh, this is the past Sunny! Cool! franky hasnt modified it much yet huh? shishishi ”

Present Luffy frowned. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” you snickered at your luffys obvious distaste.

Future Luffy ignored him and turned to you, his grin softer but still playful. “Y/N, it’s so weird seeing you like this again. In the future, we’re-”

“Don’t say it!” Present Luffy yelled, cutting him off.

Future Luffy tilted his head innocently. “Why not? It’s true! In the future, we’re married!”

You froze, your eyes widening. “WHATTTT? MARRIED?!!!!!"

Present Luffy practically exploded. “Married?! No way! That’s impossible!”

Future Luffy nodded enthusiastically. “Yep! You make me sandwiches, patch me up when I get hurt, and- oh! You even give me extra meat sometimes! You’re totaly the best wife ever!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how excited he looked. “Sounds like future me has a lot of patience.”

Present Luffy stomped his foot. “Stop making stuff up! She’s my crewmate!”

Future Luffy looked at him, then back at you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Oh, yeah. I forgot how jealous I used to get. Cute.”

“I am not jealous!” Present Luffy yelled, his face almost red, you werent sure if it was from being angered or flustered at his comment.

“Uh-huh.” Future Luffy crossed his arms, his grin turning smug. “You better step up your game, though. She’s gonna like me more. Right, Y/N?”

You smirked, leaning back against the railing. “Guess that depends on him, doesn’t it?”

Present Luffy froze, looking at you with wide eyes before turning back to his future self with a competitive gaze. “I’ll make sure she likes me way more! Don’t you worry about it!”

For the rest of the day, Future Luffy kept up his goofy antics, teasing his younger self and throwing compliments your way. Present Luffy stayed glued to your side, fuming every time his older self made you laugh.

When the time came for Future Luffy to return to his timeline, the same bright light began crackling around him. “Guess that Devil Fruit guy’s power is wearing off,” he said with a grin.

He gave you a wave, his voice cheerful. “Bye, Y/N! See you in the future! Don’t make it too hard on this guy, alright?”

With a flash, he was gone, leaving Present Luffy grumbling under his breath.

“I don’t like him,” he muttered.

You chuckled, nudging his shoulder. “But hey , He’s you, remember?”

“Yeah, but I’m better,” Luffy said firmly. He looked at you, his expression softening. “And I’ll make sure you like me in this timeline too.”

[lucijawriteswords]

losing it | trevor zegras

summary: you and trevor have hit a rough patch recently, with covid and him being away and all, and everything comes to a head over his tournament.

warnings: 18+ SMUT!!! kissing, oral (m receiving). grossly emotional. some fluff. once again relatively tame. once again, unedited. apologies.

word count: 3.9k

A/N: hello hello! firstly, i cannot thank you all enough for your love. i’m absolutely floored. please, continue to let me know how you feel, who you want me to write about, what you want me to write about. it’s all for you anyways. for those of you who love whiny, obedient, indulgent hockey boys, this one is for you. for those of you who prefer the other kind: be patient with me. he’s on the way and he’s worth the wait. yes, the timelines probably don’t line up perfectly. yes, the logistics of everything are off. but you’re probably not here for that ;). i invite you to enjoy this little piece of me. until next time.

18+ below the cut

Z❤️: I don’t think u should come to the tourney

your entire body stilled as you read the message banner on the top of your phone screen. you had to be seeing things. your thumb was shaky as you moved it up to click on the notification. you blamed it on the train.

and there it was. you weren’t seeing things. trevor actually said you shouldn’t go to his tournament.

now, if it was any other tournament, you would’ve probably given in. said yes, settled for just seeing him on facetime. but this was his last time playing for the national team as a junior, a team he had grown up with, a team that was his family, and by extension, yours. you and trevor had been together for years, since you were both fifteen. his friends clowned you two endlessly for it, stating that there was no way it would work out in the big picture, that it was just a teenage thing, and it would end when you guys turned twenty.

you’d never even considered their words until now.

Y/N🌹: wdym?

awful answer, but you truly couldn't figure out what he meant. or rather, if he meant it.

Z❤️: Think I made it pretty clear when I said u shouldn’t come to the tourney. We have the whole covid bubble and I’m not gonna pretend its been sunshine and rainbows w us the past few weeks cause it hasnt

Y/N🌹: ok

Z❤️: Ok? U don’t care?

you scoffed.

Y/N🌹: i care trevor i just don’t wanna argue with you about this. ur obviously pretty convinced i shouldn’t be there so i’m not gonna try and change ur mind abt it

Z❤️: Ok then

Z❤️: I love you

Y/N🌹: i love you more. can we talk more a bit later?

read 4:13pm

you laughed bitterly, trying to ignore the tears stinging your eyes. the screen above the door signaled your stop and you stood, making your way off the train. the boston air was cold, seemingly clawing it’s way through your coat and hoodie and sinking it’s claws into your already wounded heart.

you felt tears, cold on your face. you wiped them away quickly, scolding yourself mentally. get over it, it’s not like he broke up with you. it’s just a tournament. he’ll have more tournaments in his life.

your hand, already cold, seemingly rattled as it pushed the door open to your apartment building. once you were in the elevator, your keys seemed to evade you, playing a game of hide and seek in your bag. huffing in annoyance, you slung the bag off your shoulder, setting it down on the floor of the elevator and rifling through the contents harshly. finally, you located the bastards, seizing them triumphantly, trying with every bit of your being to ignore the usa hockey keychain with his initials on the back. the elevator door ground it’s way open and you stepped out as quickly as possible, muttering to yourself, “hate that fuckin’ elevator.”

the aforementioned bastardized keys jingled loudly as you shoved the correct one into the lock. you twisted it, pushing the door open with your other hand before harshly removing the jesting hunk of metal and tossing it away. the metallic thud and halting of jingling as it landed somewhere was therapeutic to your aching mind.

as you flopped down onto the couch, you realized that all you wanted was to lay down and go to bed. so what if it was only 4:30? it was cold, dead winter in boston, your boyfriend wasn’t home, and you didn’t have anything to do because you didn’t have to pack anymore. you should’ve felt relief, right? no responsibilities, half a month without in person classes, no plane tickets and masks and new, scary airport rules, no name tags around your neck and no girls giggling and groaning right behind you over trevor. but you didn’t feel relief. you’d grown to love the chaos, to understand it and want it. hockey was one of the most important things in trevor’s life, and he was one of the most important things in yours, so hockey became integral to your life too. you learned the ins and outs, befriended his teammates, went to practices and sometimes even dryland, just to see him to what he loved.

it had changed a lot over the past year or so, with him being drafted and then covid. he wasn’t playing in california yet, so there was that, but it was at the forefront of his mind, and you could tell. that’s not to say he wasn’t finding success in college hockey, but his mind was obviously elsewhere. you’d never brought it up until a few weeks ago, when he was about to leave to enter the covid bubble for the juniors tournament. it was the night before he left when you finally brought it up.

two weeks ago

“hey z?”

he lifted his head from whatever he was looking at on his phone. “mhm?”

you walked over and sat down on the couch next to him. “i just want you to know that i’m here for you and you can talk to me.”

his face immediately screwed up and you felt your stomach drop. “what? why’re you saying that? did i do something wrong?” defensive.

you steadied yourself with an inhale. “no, but i just wanted to make sure you knew. i can tell there’s been a lot on your mind recently.”

he scoffed. “yeah, whatever.” his gaze returned to his phone.

“whatever? trevor, are you being serious?”

“yeah, y/n, i am.” he shot back, his gaze fiery as it collided with yours again. “ i’m fine, i don’t know what your deal is.”

“i never said you weren’t fine.”

“no, but you said i don’t seem focused.”

you furrowed your brow and shook your head, incredulous. “i did not say that. i said you seem like you have a lot on your mind.”

“same difference. what, am i not paying enough attention to you? am i playing poorly? what’s wrong with me now, y/n? what am i failing at? god, you’re stupid sometimes.”

you were stunned, jaw slack as you took in his words. you saw the recognition in his eyes, noticed the way his mouth opened to retract his words and offer a shitty apology, the way his torso rotated towards you and he held up a hand as an ask for forgiveness as he was about to defend himself.

your response was automatic.

“i don’t know why you’re asking what’s wrong with you now because, if i recall, and forgive me if i don’t because i’m so stupid, i’ve said jack shit to you about how much attention you give me or how you play. do you honestly think i care? news flash, i don’t. i don’t fucking care how you play! i don’t care if you don’t score, or get an assist, i wouldn’t fucking care if you didn’t put a single point up all season! because i care about you. i care about if you’re having fun and feeling proud of yourself for how hard you work. i love being able to do it all with you, trevor, but if you’re going to call me stupid for caring about you, i can definitely let you do it on your own.”

it was his turn to be floored.

after a pregnant pause filled with his confused eyes searching your face and your eyes almost letting go of their tears, his voice cut through. “you’re breaking up with me?” you weren’t imagining the tremble in his voice or the watering of his eyes.

“no, trevor, i’m not breaking up with you.” you sniffled, wiping under your eyes with the cuff of your hoodie. his hoodie. “i don’t think i could do that even if i wanted to. i’m just saying you don’t get to be mean to me-” your voice faltered, tears truly flowing now. you tried to keep your sobs inside, feeling the cushion you were on dip as trevor scooted over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. you let go, cried into his chest, fingers clutching the back of his sweatshirt. you felt him crying too, the way his back shook and the wetness in the crook of your neck where his head was nestled. you shifted to be on top of him, legs straddling his, but there was nothing sexual about it. you just needed to be as close to him as you could be and you knew he needed you too.

trevor cried and cried and cried. you weren’t even hurt by what he said anymore. you’d known something was bugging him, that his mind wasn’t completely in it, but the way he cried- loud and hard and full of hurt- made you sad. it made you angry.

when you started to feel him twitch and hiccup, gasping for air in between sobs, barely getting air in, you knew your time in silence had ended. “baby, can you look at me?” he just squeezed you tighter and let out another sob into your neck. “honey, please.” he sniffled, reluctantly drawing his face away from your neck. your eyes filled with tears again at the sight of his face: lips and nose red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears, his eyes swollen and bloodshot. you brought your hands to cradle his head, thumbs swiping gently under his eyes. he melted into your touch.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered, so quiet and tearful you weren’t sure you heard it.

“thank you.” you whispered back, bringing your lips to his forehead and kissing it lightly.

“you’re not stupid. you’re the smartest person i know. i’m just-“ he took a deep breath, willing the tears away from his eyes. “just been really hard lately and i haven’t had an outlet. shouldn't have said that to you. i didn’t mean it.”

“i know, baby. i’m not mad. just wish you hadn’t said it. do you wanna talk?”

he nodded. “yeah, i wanna get it off my chest.”

“i’m listening.”

“i just don’t know if i’m good enough. i’m scared i’m not gonna make it in the league and i’m not gonna do well at worlds. i’m scared i’m gonna let the school team down, scared i’m not doing enough for you or that you’re gonna stop loving me. i don’t know,” he finished with a big sigh.

your eyes searched his face as you formulated an answer. “well, one thing i can promise you is that i’m not gonna stop loving you. and you’re doing more than enough. why do you think that i would stop loving you?”

“i dunno. i’m just in my head.”

“so get out,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood even the littlest bit.

a small smile made its way onto his face. “ha ha.”

“i’m serious, trev. i’m not going to stop loving you. nothing could make me. even if, somehow, life leads us separate ways- and i don’t think it will- i will always have love in my heart for you.”

he nodded with a sniffle, absorbing your words.

while he was in a talking mood, you decided to get the other one out of the way as well. “why’re you so concerned about hockey all of a sudden? you’ve been playing great here, your coaches at camps in california had nothing but good things to say. what’s up?”

“i’m not really sure. i guess i’m just in my head again. i compare myself to other players. like, jack went fucking first overall. he’s not even playing in the tournament because he’s in the nhl. and the guys that are coming, like coley and turcs, they both went above me in the draft. i just- i don’t know. i have the same training and experience and everything as those guys but i feel like i’ll underperform once we all get to the nhl.”

you just nodded, unable to find the right words. you knew how trevor was with hockey. he got in his head and convinced himself he wasn’t good enough even though he was beyond talented.

“i’m sorry,” was all you could muster.

he shakes his head, hair bouncing. “don’t be. not your fault.” a yawn breaks from his mouth.

“tired?” you hum, placing your head into the crook of his neck and shoulder, nuzzling into him. he lets his head fall sideways and rest on top of yours, his fingers lazily trailing up your sides. he hums an agreement and without another words carries you into the bedroom, sleepy apologies and ‘i love yous’ falling from both of your lips as you drift off.

now

breaking out of your reverie, you realized you were very cold. and your phone had stopped buzzing. standing up with creaky joints, you slipped your phone onto the wireless charger on the coffee table and flipped the heat up a couple degrees, padding into you and trevor’s shared bedroom to grab a sweatshirt.

tugging the garment over your head, you grabbed your favorite soft blanket from the end of the bed and made your way back to the couch to settle in and watch something.

a few minutes into your tv show, your phone screen lit up as it regained its charge, messages and snapchats pouring in.

from one person.

you almost broke the remote with how quickly you slammed the pause button, grabbing your phone with the charger still attached and clutching it tight, immediately opening you and trevor’s messages.

5:07pm

Z❤️: I can talk now if u wanted

Z❤️: Sorry to leave you on read we had a team meeting that I didn’t know about

Y/N🌹: it’s ok

Y/N🌹: should i call u?

Z❤️: Wait one sec

your brows furrowed.

Z❤️: Ok click on this

a banner appeared at the top of your screen from the wallet app:

New Boarding Pass from Southwest Airlines

your heart quite nearly fell out of your body. what kind of joke was he playing at?

Y/N🌹: trev r u serious

Y/N🌹: what kind of joke is this cause i’m not laughing

Z❤️: I’m going to explain everything rn

Y/N🌹: um hell yes you are

Z❤️: Rawr 🐱

despite yourself, a snort escaped your nose.

Y/N🌹: stop being funny and explain

Z❤️: During practice I just wasn’t playing well and a bunch of the guys were chirping me saying ‘how can you keep that bird if you can barely keep a puck’ and other bullshit like that and it just got under my skin

Y/N🌹: t don’t listen to them they’re full of shit

Y/N🌹: you know you’re talented

Z❤️: I know

Z❤️: I miss you so much

Y/N🌹: i miss you more

Y/N🌹: but i don’t understand the ticket. that’s not that bad of a chirp

Z❤️: I just really need you to be here and I’m sorry I didn’t realize it earlier

you smiled, your thumbs flying across the screen of your phone.

Y/N🌹: what airport do i fly into?

Z❤️: It’s all on the boarding pass baby just pack whatever you need for a few weeks cause u change outfits all the time and figure out a ride to the airport

Z❤️: I can order you an uber to the airport?

Y/N🌹: no baby that’s okay you’ve done way more than enough

Y/N🌹: trevor i love you so much

Z❤️: Im not tired I wanna keep talking to you

Z❤️: Can we ft while you pack?

Y/N🌹: you’re perfect

3 days later

the noises of the airport surrounded you as you made your way through the tunnel off the plane, your overfilled carryon and heavy backpack giving your back a run for its money.

waiting by the baggage claim was treacherous. your phone was going crazy in your hand.

Y/N🌹: just landed, waiting by baggage claim

Z❤️: Ok I am outside the baggage claim door

Z❤️: I have a hat and mask on so you might not recognize my wonderful hair or gorgeous face but i have this red and navy usa hky puffer thingy on

Y/N🌹: ur such a weirdo

Y/N🌹: who taught u the word puffer miss girly girl

Z❤️: Shush

Z❤️: Just get your bagggggggggg and come out here I miss you

you smiled at your phone and shut it off, looking at the spinning track, willing your bag to come out quickly.

you bounced impatiently on the balls of your feet as the gray suitcase made its way around, grabbing the handle excitedly and hauling it off the track as it got to you.

the wheels thrummed against the linoleum as you popped the handle up and scurried your way out the door, thanking the employee standing nearby.

the automatic doors squealed on their tracks as your suitcase wheels rattled over the concrete, turning as you exited the doors in a search for trevor. your eyes searched left and right for the navy and red puffer he said he’d be wearing, and when your eyes landed on him, your knees nearly buckled.

“trevor!” you shouted out excitedly, throwing a hand up in the air and waving at him, an unfiltered and toothy and real smile breaking onto your face.

you could practically see him smile even with the mask, walked him step quickly through people until he was clear, then break into a run the last few paces.

his chest collided with you in a bone crushing, devastating hug, a hug that said i’m sorry. i love you. please let me keep loving you. your arms wound around his back, hands digging into his jacket and you buried yourself into him.

“missed you so much, honey. i’m so sorry.” he murmured into your hair, pressing kisses onto your head through the mask.

you nodded, lifting your head from his chest, your eyes meeting. “let’s go to the car, yeah?�� you nodded again, following him.

the streets and parking garage were near empty, a strange phenomenon around an airport. trevor’s grip on your hand was tight as he led you to the car, squeezing every now and again, like he couldn’t believe that you were there.

once your bags were in the car and you were sitting next to him in the passenger seat, the atmosphere between you changed drastically. tension shimmered between you two like hot air rising above the blacktop. his hand found its home on your thigh, drawing light circles, making you shiver.

his gaze strayed to you, eyes brimming with something that looked a lot like love, but more like want.

“how far is the hotel?” you breathed out, your true intentions on full display. and why wouldn’t they be?

“bout 45 minutes.” trevor responds, his hand simultaneously moving further up your thigh, nearing your clothed center. you squirmed, crossing your legs, leaning towards him.

“plenty of time, then.” you murmured as you moved your hands towards his zipper, towards what you wanted. you fiddled with the zipper tag, trailing your fingernails across the seam covering his bulge. “come on baby, don’t tease me.” he ground out, taking a turn a little to sharp when you scratched your nails down his denim clad thigh.

“or what, z? what’re you gonna do to me? gonna make me pay?” how you would love for him to make you pay.

he whined, the leather of the steering wheel groaning as his grip tightened. “please, baby. please. you’re killing me. i won’t make you pay, ill be so good when we get there, baby, ill do whatever you want.” he sputtered, turning off of the main road onto some side street away for the noise of an inner city airport.

a grin snaked onto your face, finally pulling his zipper down, almost salivating at the sight of this bulge of his pretty cock in his boxers. you shimmied his pants down, fingers digging into his rigid thighs, nails leaving crescent moons in the flesh. he huffed out something between a moan and a sob, head lolling to the side. “please, baby, please, just touch me. please, i’ll be good.”

“if you insist.” you cooed evilly, trailing a feather light fingertip over him through his boxers.

incredibly, finally, you took him in your hand, pumping him through his boxers, the soft fabric gliding along him, coaxing a moan from his pretty mouth.

trevor’s eyes, which had never strayed from the road, flared and his hips lifted pathetically in the air, searching for something, anything to relive the ache in his cock.

your core clenched around nothing at the sight of him, of his pathetic and desperate thrusts into the air, at how badly he needed your touch. he was quickly relieved of his boxers as you pushed them down, the fabric bunching around the hem of his pushed down pants. the car slowed to a stop, the noise of then turn signal and his ragged breathing almost comedic, almost shameful, but so, so right.

you looked up at him, the way his jaw clenched and his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, trying to play the role of dedicated driver to the cars in the adjacent lanes. an evil grin clawed its way onto your face before you lifted him to your mouth, taking him deeply at once, groaning at the silky, hot skin, the heavy feel of him on your tongue.

"holy fuck-" the car stuttered forward before the brakes were slammed back on, causing his cock to lurch deeper into your mouth, a pathetic whine leaving trevor's lips as he brushed the back of your throat. you just hummed around him, bobbing your head and bracing yourself against the console as the car accelerated slowly into a turn.

a murmured comment of "thank god for tinted windows," or something of that sort, caused you to let a small laugh out of your nose, the muscles in your throat constricting around him. you heard his ragged pants and the sound of his head hitting the headrest as he undoubtedly threw it back.

"baby, i'm gonna lose it, you're killing me." he whined, raising his hips off the seat, the strong muscle of his thigh pushing into your chest.

you simply grinned around his delicious length, pushing your head down till your nose almost met the soft skin at his base before pulling almost all the way off of him, tracing your teeth along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, featherlight and torturous at the same time.

"shit." trevor heaved a sigh, chest caving in as he fought the urge to let go.

you trailed your nails up the taut muscle of his thigh, fingers splaying to anchor yourself. you felt him harden like steel and twitch in your mouth; you could almost smell the release coming over him like a wave, savoring the way his hips rolled and stuttered and finally bucked up into your mouth as he let go with a whimpered "fuck."

you moaned around him, laving your tongue over his now shuddering cock, taking everything he would give you.

"holy shit. holy shit." he whispered, one hand coming down to your head to gently urge you off him, overstimulation crashing over him suddenly and and unbearably.

you just sat back up and licked your lips, drowning in his taste.

"just wait till we get back to the hotel," you chuckled, crossing your legs and turning the radio on.

[quinnonimp]

started a new miitopia save file with just limbusites last night, so i thought id share some cute screenshots 😋

currently the part went dante (stubborn) -> verg (cool) -> don (energetic) -> ryoshu (laid back) . i WAS gonna make donqui a knight too, but realized itd be much funnier to make her a chef as a bloodfiend (cooking up her own dreams instead of feeding on blood . NO hemobars allowed here)

i used to be super in depth abt the makeup feature on the miitopia remake back when it first came out, and while i am still extremely passionate about mii making i am just not that good at using the miitopia system anymore 😭 so the adjustements are v simple

orignally i was planning on adding charon (as a mage) to be the fourth party member, since i love my "family of 3 + the yellow thing that wont stop tagging along", but decided to get ryoshu instead

shes been possibly the most problematic party member and even pissed off dante enough to break their relationship LMFAO but they patched it out eventually . atleast the ryodon moments have been very cute 🥰 plus her and verg have been a fun duo

whateverg

what i was afraid was gonna be a consultation, but turned out to a sobbing session . nice to see she hasnt gotten on his bad side just yet

didnt know whether i wanted to make the horse rocinante or vergilihorse from midnight springs dream, ultimately decided to make what can only be described as an animated lego piece

gluttonous beasts indulging in whatever they desire

[public-relations-representative]

finally getting brave enough to use this blog. hopefully will keep using it i make 0 promises though

anyway. BEHOLD. my winston headcanon designs

more extensive thoughts/headcanons and doodles belowww

i know a lot of people dont agree but as far as im concerned, shes always been a skelecog. she was built specifically for COGS inc pretty much as is

besides the radio head. that happened later, but still before they made moves into toontown. yes hes been a part of the company that long

has actual radio functions built into them. the intent is for him to be able to tap into existing radio broadcasts as a literal live advertisement. insidious!

i dont have many thoughts on this design because this is borderline "canon" winston. besides the eyelashes. which they should give him canonically.

no i havent figured out what the dagger is logically. its just a part of her ok

i guess i could talk about personality headcanons but i wont. yet. i need some content for other posts if i want to keep this blog alive

winston is in the dungeon for a LOOOONG time. im talking over 5 years baby. id make her more visually fucked up but i dont want to make details mcgee more complex to draw

if i was powerful id make more of her visually broken and those joint problems external in some way. thats for someone else to do though

several of her other not visible functions are long broken; plenty of her internal systems have long gone non-functional, including her radar, propellor, and ability to access some of her internal databanks (ie: memory)

her balance, visual and audio processors (sight/hearing) and control of her limbs fail occasionally too. her voicebox is broken (we know this) but it hasnt entirely failed.

system errors are effectively like an abscence seizure. BSOD for robots, basically

if im being realistic the whole glitching through walls shouldnt exist with how seriously im taking him. but it does anyway because i like fun

WHEELCHAIR WINSTON

this idea has lived rent free in my head for years its about time i got round to this

anyway while shes in the dungeon they do just effectively get fired on paper after a while; so when they show their face back up for real, he does just get fired officially for reals

he ends up finding refuge with old friends; william and alton. im not getting into my awesome dynamics with them here but they were close before the dungeon happened

he gets semi-patched up by will, whos learned some level of self maintenance thanks to his horrible leaky suit. will isn't familiar with skelecog maintenance though, so he could only fix some of his simpler problems

besides the external patch-ups, shes managed to get some simpler system fixes from him, enough to at least help with the frequent system errors and the glitching problems. theyre both still present, but not as severe.

everything else is still a problem though. in fact, some of them have gotten worse, particularly with his arms and legs. theyre prone to fail on a moments notice, and she tends not to go far without some sort of mobility device after a while.

IN SUPER DENIAL ABOUT BEING FIRED. he takes up a bunch of hobbies to keep himself busy now they dont have a job and makes herself a scarf in bootleg sellbot colours so they can pretend. they have to go through an arc before getting over that sorry.

can you tell this is the thing ive put the most thought into

okayyyyy thanks everyone who actually read alla that biiiiieeeeee

[mcytegg]

Wait you don't think Ro would have told his team? So he would betray them?

OKAY WELL. so. i dont think he wouldve betrayed, i cant see ro directly betraying or hurting the sticklers BUT i actually genuinely dont,, think he feels all that close w them? like i feel like hes spent more time w fuckass DERAPCHU then he has rek OR jumper so i dont know how comfortable he wouldve been telling them abt the illegal armour just on his own bc while i dont think rek or jumper are the type to snitch, idk how confident he would feel in Either of them doing things w him involving it.

like he just doesnt know them like that. he hasnt spent the time w either of them to know them like that. and illegal items are a thing that can grow very complicated very fast so to risk either of them not wanting to be involved in it and accidentally leaking it to other people is just too big. although illegal enchants isnt gamebreaking or Too insane of an exploit, there is still just so much thats able to be done w it in general and content wise that the risk of involving too many others is too much. the more people know, the more likely it is that itll be leaked and patched much sooner.

its out of no malice or massive distrust to either rek or jumper bc while i do think that its more likely he wouldve been fine keeping it as a secret between him and 4c, or perhaps even FOCUS as a whole, i dont think he would object to involving either of them. if 4c mentioned bringing rek into it, i think he wouldve went along w the idea just fine!! my thing is that i dont know if he wouldve ever told/involved them if the decision was left to him without 4c bringing it up. bc i also think that if ro had gone w him to end bust, then 4c would have felt confident in contacting and getting rek involved in things bc he does trust rek!! and if rek's teammate was already involved, it would provide 4c that extra boost to involve another person for contents sake if anything bc having a group of people who all share a secret is extremely compelling !!

[schwarzgeier-side]

OKEY popping into the inbox (Oh hey you redecorated again! It'd look better with black mold though) for theorizing!!

You seem to be someone who at least at ONE point was into medicine? idk mayybe it's just blau but yeah. I was ALSO into medicine and you remind me of me except cooler so maybe I'm projecting.

You strike me as a social person? Socialish? Like easy to get along with face-to-face. ALSO don't take this the weird way BUT you give off hot person vibes? like that one cashier you never see again but is like. Should probably be a model or something.

I'm going to go and say you also go through a lot of hobbies? maybe not a desperate scramble for them like I do but probably drift around a bit.

You also seem like a biker. Not a bicycle but an actual motorbike (leather jacket optional). You also seem like you don't wear glasses BUT that's also just a vibe thing.

Hi Jay!! Pls do not bring black mold in here i only rent this place help i cant afford bad fees.

But ooo medicine vibes really? Thats. Both kinda right and wrong. I do have really good knowledge about medicine but mostly because my mother is a doctor. So I just had to pick some stuff up. But me by myself? Suprisingly not that into it. Mostly cause im bad at it fjfjfjfj i could never go into med school i would be horrifying at it. But i have an avid interest in genetics! How DNA , RNA and evolution in general works is super fascinating and in an alternate universe i would have maybe pursued that.

Social heh youre kinda right! But also not hehe. Im kidding im a funky mix of both, you absolutely are right that im easy to get along with , i have become very open last few years . New people or just general courtesy and smalk talk is smth i have learned and have come to enjoy a bit. But Im also careful not to overstep , I have a social battery still. I hit my limit and then i kinda turn off and need serious alone time . But outside of that i am very social yes :D hasnt always been like that but that is who i am now .

And ehm ehm Hot??? My dear Jay i think youre accidently seeing the replika Geier hotness in me fjfjgj because i dont think i am. But thank you i really appriciate it. I think . Lot of people like me but not love probably. Which is fine im just that type of person.

As i mentioned before being a gemini,i need new inputs so new hobbies are a must for me. But some are stables for me and honestly? Weird mix when i think about it. Videogames,art, books uh mized with. Gliding?? Piloting . Bit of army interest , motorbikes and cars. Thats kinda funky fjfjf but i enjoy em all.

And i dont wear glasses! Got that right , except aviators i fucking love those. Have them 24/7 once sun comes out.

AND BIKES YES I FUCKING LOVE MOTORBIKES I WANT ONE SO BAD. KAWASAKI H2 ONE DAY YOULLBE MINE I SWEAR. I do own a leather jacket but i mostly wear one special denim/inside wool jacket that has become very dear to me. Ots worn now but is comfy looks cool and has patches on i put there.

Mybeloved....one day

[the-s1lly-corner]

This may be specific but I also think it would be kind of cute

Okay so Eyeless Jack x reader who is like pretty intimidating looking and always keeps a stoic expression on and also really tall

Then he gets to know them and it's like "Oh you're not scary, just ✨️traumatised✨️" because they only show emotions to those they trust

Like they will glare at someone who said something mean then be all lovey dovey to Jack but still a little reserved cause they're still new to the whole "wow someone actually loves me"

Could you make 2 versions? One being platonic and the other being romantic (also reader just straight up denying that Jack is insecure cause how could he? He's the definition of perfection in their eyes)

Eyeless Jack x stoic!reader whos sweet to him (?)

i must admit it took me a little while to think of some ideas for this prompt, my apologies for the delay </3 i also wasnt too sure what to title this TToTT but regardless i hope you enjoy this! even through the struggle for ideas, i gotta admit, this idea is adorable esp since i personally write jack to be more self loathing mainly written as platonic but there is a segment at the end for romantic hcs ! easier than to write two separate full fledged sections!

uhuh light CW for implied SH on ejs part since the admin thinks that while jack is slowly descending into his whole.. demon thing hes physically and mentally fighting with himself to remain lucid; nothing explicitly written but id rather be safe than sorry

honestly i think it might take him a good hot minute to really let you treat him like hes deserving of anything more than a scowl, especially if he sees how you act around other people... because why him, of all people? there are people better for you

yet he doesnt stop you from coming to his cabin in the woods, he doesnt stop you from doing some work around the place so its safer and more habitable for him, he doesnt stop you from patching up his clothing and washing them. why doesnt he stop you? he knows he doesnt deserve it...

he almost hates the way you look at him sometimes, if you look at him with pity. like hes some lost dog needing someone to take care of him

he doesnt need help, hes been doing this whole thing by himself for a long time now and he hasnt needed anyone

and yet

he doesnt push you away when you go in to clean his face after a particularly nasty fight with himself

you even run a warm bath for him

its been so long since hes been warm

i like to think that he tries to seek you out when you dont come to visit him for a few days.. did something happen to you? were you hurt? sick? did someone do something to you? did you move away? where did you go...?

wont ever admit it but i think hes at least a little starved for a connection, sure hes a hermit and he was already closed off before he started turning into this man eating monster, but deep down he still has his human roots in there kicking, and humans thrive on connections... in the truest sense, he needs you. not sexually or carnally or romantically, he just needs someone to talk to him to keep him from going truly mad

finds himself thinking about you more than hed like to admit, even if he doesnt have any romantic feelings for you hes going to beat himself up. he came here to his silly little cabin in the woods to get away from people for everyones sake; only coming out when he needs to 'hunt'

its like befriending a stray cat, i think. they hiss and swipe at first but overtime they try to cuddle up to you if you give them enough time to build up that trust

admin likes to think he has pointed ears, and i think that they would twitch a little if he sees a smile forming on your face...

as for romantics....

i think he would look at where you walked off to, to go home... longing, almost daring himself to go after you or say something because he cant stand spending another night alone in the woods

leaves you gifts, anonymously, but leaving them none the less. if you ask if he was the one who left them hes not going to admit it, you can imply that you know it was him, but he will hold firm in his denial

building off of the ear idea, he totally gives himself away when he starts blushing... he looks like the type to have his blush reach his ears... not too mention the flicks dont make it any less discrete,,,

even he doesnt notice it, but he tries to make excuses for you to stay around longer during hang out sessions, stopping just short of offering to watch the grass grow

i think this would feed into his self loathing, though. in my eyes, jack was dragged into a human sacrifice unwillingly and unknowingly. his life was robbed away from him, he was robbed of ever having a normal life with you... you deserve better, he thinks. very heavy shit, you know? i think it leads to his mental state being even worse than before

god i had intentions of going into this with fluff but this just came out angstier than my middle school ocs TToTT

[habeascorpseus]

thinks about chip and the ship of theseus paradox and like... okay. youre the captain of a ship- which means inherently the question comes up every so often. your ship has been damaged by storm and titan and enemy combatant alike. at first that meant scars on the hull and new nails in the deck. then masts and rigging were replaced, the deck becoming a patched checkerboard of scrounged up planks and splintered wood. then half the ship was lost and replaced, and once again the ship looks like new, but the wood is off color, and the ropes a different fiber, and the lamps are mismatched like the mugs in a cupboard of a college dorm. it's still your millenium chipper Albatross, you think- mostly because you never really had time for philosophy living most of your formative years in a criminal gang. and also because you dont want to think about how if it's not the same, then what are you? you are missing two body parts. a pinky, and your heart. the pinky was replaced in the defeat of one of your enemies and the prosthetic rests against the stump of your finger in black metal with his gold insignia inlaid into it. it's warmed by the heat of your body but is never equal to it's temperature, most noticably on the hot days, when you squeeze your hand into a fist and feel the metal burn against your palm. you dont know if it's loss changed you. you like to think it hasnt. your heart? that's an entirely different story. when you look down at your hands, your skin is pale and lifeless in a way you've never been, there is no subtle weight or pulse in your ribcage reminding you you're alive, no rise and fall of the chest to signify you are anything but dead. your best friend gillion looks at you with pity in his eyes and tells you that no matter what happens to you, he still cares- you dont like that he feels the need to remind you of this in the first place. your guide, your observer, and your tormentor stands in front of you with his hand outstretched, an oversized heart resting in his palm, still pumping and oozing sanguine liquid against his skin. if you take the heart you'll be alive again- but what will you be? who will you be? youve been reborn so many times before: stepping foot on the black rose, then washing up on the shore after it sank, burning down the warehouse you were forced to murder your first person in, and again when you chose to forget it- but this is the first time it's come after permanent loss. even if you take the heart, it will never be you- not like the gradient of mismatched planks that make up the deck of your ship. it might always rest too heavy, or maybe it will beat too loud. you might be alive, but there will be something permanently off- are you kintsugi, or a faded photocopy 20 prints in as the ink runs dry? with each part replaced, are you building yourself or losing fundamental parts of who you once were? are you still kind, or merciful? are you still an innocent, or worth protecting? is it any wonder that when you dreamed of arlin, he recoiled? when you meet again, will he even want what you've become?

[tobuo]

i wanna explore the new in game mod settings since a friend n i are gonna replay bg3 soon with patch 8 at some point but one of the ones i really wanna try now is unique tav but ???? am i right in thinking it hasnt been ported to the in game mod manager and i'd still have to transfer the files myself??

[fizzypinkblooded]

thank u kewpie for the old dashboard script. i still am losing my mind abt the update which hasnt been patched BUT .... the nostalgia soothes it. i will not be crashing out

[lainpsx]

is anyone else having trouble with the tumblr mobile app? it hasnt been working for me for a few days.. i use revanced manager to patch out the ads. i wonder if tumblr implemented something that makes that not work or something. i tried to use the unpatched app but i still had the same issue. is this happening to anyone else ?

[barrymccaulkinem]

i see there have been a few hades II updates but skimming through the patch notes i cant tell for sure. the ending still hasnt been implemented has it? for one or both routes?