#because wowie did that remind me of him

[orangechickenpillow]

Crowley told Gabriel to "Jump out that window" and suddenly Kilgrave was in the room with us

[jester-lover]

Dorm Leaders with a Girlfriend who wears Suits

Warnings: fluff, very flustered boys, insecurity (not from the reader), talks of gender roles/identity, whoever reads this is so cool, reader is so hot and confident (did I mention she’s so hot)

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle has grown up in a certain structure, men lead, women follow, women lead, sons follow

When he sees you, dressed to the nines, not a care for the stares of others; something in him snapped

Head over heels

Considering his rule following tendencies, he is immensely attracted to the rebellious flair of a woman in a suit

You tend to notice him staring at you whenever you wear your male uniform

You always wink at him, reminding him you can see him too

Strawberry Riddle

“Um- well I wasn’t staring! It’s just- you look really pretty…”

Leona Kingscholar

Yes.

PLEASE.

His familial structure is very matriarchal, so seeing you, a confident woman just hits something in his soul

Bro, if you wear the male uniform, he will (politely) ask you to model the Savannaclaw uniform

If you do he’s literally on one knee

Girlfriend? I think you mean WIFE

Also he’s a lil afraid of you considering your confidence, you have a lot of power over people

Trying so hard to be all suave and cool and still such a sucker for you it’s funny

“Woah. I didn’t think anyone could make it work better than me.”

Azul Ashengrotto

He definitely thought you were a competitor at first

Who else would have such smooth banter, such playful glances, than an enemy trying to hinder his business!!

You definitely ask him out because he’s so in his own head, when you do, it’s like the wires in his brain connect finally

Also has a staring problem, the way that you walk with complete confidence, absolute disregard for anyone who speaks ill of you; he dreams of being like that

You lovelovelove pulling him in by his tie for a kiss, because he definitely places his hands on your shoulders all startled

“That lipstick suits you… What?! You think it’ll suit me too?! Don’t just s-say things like that!”

Kalim Al-Asim

Wowie!

This is the best combo ever, smiley pretty boy and a woman with endless personality

He literally buys you anything you want, new suit? Down. Makeup perfectly matching a new suit? Amazing! New shoes with a new suit? Take his credit card!

Kalim literally wants you to have anything you could possibly desire, so

Will buy both of you matching suits for galas and other occasions, and if anyone has the GALL to look down in you for your clothes, he’ll just leave along with you.

The public disgrace that would happen to that person for insulting the s/o of a member of the affluent Al-Asim family would be TREMENDOUS

“You look absolutely radiant. We look so cool!”

Vil Shoenheit

Masculine Wife, Feminine Husband.

He is so down you don’t even get it.

You help him out of the car? It’s trending on magicam in seconds.

Put your coat on a puddle so he can walk past without damaging his shoes? The paparazzi is loving it.

He adores your dynamic, the confidence you have matched his, and it contrasts with the opposite fashion you wear

“Dearest, the rose pinned to your lapel is a perfect match for the color of my overcoat, we will look stunning!”

Idia Shroud

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Idia saw you once and he literally froze on the spot, you walked around like you owned the school!

The crisp edges of your suit reminded him of the butler from one of his favorite anime, so he was immediately nervous to talk to you

When you start dating, he begins to wonder what cosplays you would look good in,

Spy, demon butler, vampire princess, the possibilities are endless with your androgynous fashion

This one time, you took off your blazer, so you just wore a button up and slacks, and you looked so domestic, so old Hollywood beautiful, he burst into red flames

“I can’t believe you settled for someone like me. WHAT-what??! Stop calling me handsome! You really mean it? Wow…I- “

Malleus Draconia

Malleus loves this so much

The sheer power you exude, walking into every room and demanding attention, feminine mixed with masculine creating beauty beyond mankind

He’s obviously obsessed

On your nightly walks, he notes how you choose to take off the blazer in preference of a cardigan, he loves looking at little changes in your wardrobe

Mal is an old being, he’s seen fashion evolve, but I love to think he enjoys 40s/50s era fashion, the way that you choose to portray that style, he loves even more

As you grow more comfortable around one another, more affectionate, malleus will enjoy fixing your tie and buttoning your vests, small acts of domesticity feel so meaningful

He is another who will buy you expensive clothes, his future queen deserves the best

“My love, your tie is crooked. Perhaps you simply wanted me to fix it hm? Such a sly move…”

Welcome back to J sucks at dialogue and cries over pretty women.

But honestly I wrote this bc I want to feel more confident, and I want you to feel more confident!!!! I see a good amount of insecure reader posts, which are very good and comforting! But I would love to see more confident reader inserts. Thanks for reading, women in suits are amazing, and goodbye.

[dotster001]

I love the idea that Sirena doesn’t really like any of her kids, she wanted a perfect doll vs a child. Reminds me of Riddle’s mom. After each kid started to show their true personality vs a babbling baby, she would start talking about another baby, not cause she wanted another but because this last one was « defective » I bet Floyd has huge screaming matches with her over if they should punish the kids for a bad grade, or « looking bad » in public.

Picture Sirena learning about poor reader, and now you have a beautiful woman holding a knife to your neck while Floyd barters for your life! Maybe to mess with Floyd she hires you as a gardener! They’re being super toxic towards eachother while trying to get you to fall for the other! Kids need a mother/father figure in their lives after all! If something were to happen they hope you would be willing to step up!

Warning: toxic Sirena, also this turned into a ramble,

Yeah. She and Floyd hate each other, but if she wants to ever be head of the Leech family, (after Papa Leech dies, and after she finishes her plan to kill Floyd) she needs an heir. Otherwise the position will go to Jade. As it is, she is very nervous that Papa Leech is leaning towards co ownership between the twins, and she can't have that.

Unfortunately, thanks to Floyd's influence, these kids all have a stupid flaw, free will. It's ridiculous really. Don't they know their whole purpose is to be her pawn?

She knows the Leech family reputation, and while Floyd has yet to go to the lengths she has to get rid of her, she knows there's a possibility that one day he'll finally snap and take her down. In fact she's a little surprised it has taken this long, considering the way she's seen Jade and Azul seriously quietly talking to Floyd, and throwing glances her way from time to time. Every time they have those "chats" Floyd always just sighs and rolls his eyes. It tells her all she needs to know. She's safe right now. Though she had, in her youth, hoped to be engaged to Jade, she knows now that she's lucky, and begrudgingly owes Floyd one, because Jade would have killed her by now if it wasn't for Floyd's protection.

And she knows where that protection comes from. Her family has it's own connections, so she learned, just as the twins did, how to play people like a chessboard. Floyd is lonely. Floyd hopes that one day, no matter how much they hate each other, they will one day fall in love and be a normal family. Also, Floyd spent his whole life dreaming of a big family. And she needs lots of children so that she doesn't lose her position to Jade when the time comes. So, she doesn't mind letting him have his big family, hell, it may be the reason she is still breathing. Until she realizes how strong Leech genetics are. None of these kids are worthy. None are good enough. And Floyd doesn't help by refusing to betrothe them to people who are worthy. (These are the largest screaming battles. Floyd refuses to let his children be miserable like he is)

It's after the birth of the youngest that she starts to formulate an idea of how to get rid of him, then send the brats to a school where manners and decorum will be pounded into them.

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As to beautiful woman holding a knife to my throat, ehehehehehhe that's definitely a thought. When I was making her picrew, I had an "Oh no, she's hot" moment, so tbh, if she held a knife to my throat I would be so distracted 😂 like, TWO pretty people are putting attention on me? Wowie wow wow!

She's so petty, she totally would hire you to work in her house, and not tell Floyd. Then she'd sit smugly as he freaks out when he finds you cleaning a toilet or something. I have ideas in place for you looking for a new job because "the economy", and you don't tell Floyd you're quitting, cause why would you, he's just a customer. Then he gets furious, because this must mean you hate him, how dare you, yadda yadda

But what if, when you are starting to think about quitting, this gorgeous woman comes in and just happens to be looking for a new housekeeper. You don't tell Floyd, cause why would you he's just a customer etc etc, he still gets crazy angry (as do the kids).

Sirena may be a terrible person, and someone who shouldn't be a mother, but she is an excellent lady of the house. She knows everyone's day to day schedule so that she can successfully keep you away from literally anyone but her until the absolutely perfect moment. You could be working in that house for months before you ever see a soul besides her.

She's a horrible person, and yells at you all the time for literally no reason, but the pay is ridiculously good, so leaving doesn't feel like an option. Besides, she says this is only her winter and spring home, and that they are a family of mers, and would totally be willing to take you with them when they return to their ocean home for summer and fall. And you've always wanted to visit the ocean, but never had the funds yourself, so you really can't pass up the opportunity. You can deal with some emotional distress for the opportunity of a lifetime.

It's probably Jade (Jr.) that finds you first. He's the youngest, and therefore hardest to predict, so it's hard for Sirena to keep him in check. But because he's the youngest, no one believes him when he says that he saw mom/dad cleaning his room. Pearl sees you next when she's ditching a social function, and from there the whole house knows.

Except papa.

Papa is still trying to track you down like a blood hound. He doesn't realize you are literally living in his home... because he himself is rarely home.

But the showdown is coming.

And you, who still is blissfully unaware of the trap you are in, are not ready for what's coming.

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📱 pairing: mingi x gn!reader 📱 genre: angst, hurt, comfort if you squint and look under a microscope 📱 summary: notifications from mingi lose meaning when you crack the code behind them, and goodbyes become easier once the rain begins to fall. 📱 wordcount: 2.5k 📱 warnings/tags: language, situationship, unrequited love, a little bit of spite, no one is the villain but the heart works in mysterious ways, bai attempting to write in present tense *screaming* 📱 a/n: i really should be working right now, really should be, but this idea would not leave me alone :) so behold a sorry attempt at angst ahah~ crawling out here to say i love you all, miss you all, and all reblogs messages comments notes are much appreciated! Much love! *crawls back into the work abyss*

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The day is average. Average temperature, average weather, average traffic, average mood. Nothing special, unalarming… bleak. Not a thing to highlight, not a thing to disregard. So horrifically average that it is easy to assume that you are floating in outer space, where there is no sound, no feeling, nothing; a whole lot of nothing to accompany you and your noisy thoughts. There are many, oh so many. A cacophony. And yet, you smile because that is what you are always able to do regardless of the storm that is inside. Adaptable. Average.

A paper cut on your finger which is refusing to heal because of its location - a bitter reminder that you cannot care less; but there is no one there who would care in your place. You do not mind. At least the stagnancy in your present day is continuous. After what feels like an eternity of suffocating turbulence, the ups and downs, pushes and pulls, it is almost a relief that there is nothing at the end of it. No fireworks. No grand celebration to symbolise the conclusion that you had finally come to. Only the buzzing of the refrigerator is reminding you that you are surviving as you amble into the kitchen to take a bottle of water from the bag of groceries that you had left unpacked from this morning. It can wait. Just like you had done until your limit had been reached.

It is clear now. Always, you were at your most lonely when you were with Mingi. Among the myriads of notifications, there were none that caught your eye until his name graced your screen, which is now a rare occurrence, be it by his or your own volition. You like to say that it is a joint effort. An event even rarer than the sunny days outside as the rainy season caught up to your blues. But what did ‘with’ mean? A lingering hope for a future together? A series of unspoken promises, spun like fine thread around you until you turned into an obedient marionette, awaiting his every command. Technically, he is no one to you. Most certainly, as you had come to accept, you are nothing to him. Perhaps a passing interest. A way to fill a timely void, occupy the mind with an intriguing crush until a new one, a better one comes about. A way to fuel the ego until a better hit arises in whatever it could be. Whatever, except a true adoration that you had been hoping for.

Let’s travel to the sea

How? When?

Tomorrow. You will meet my aunt!

Bombs. Verbal bombs littering your rationality until there was nothing left but a barren field in which you tended to budding flowers of affection. You had chosen to believe Mingi, chosen to believe that his plans had been made with a clear sense of determination. You recall with a bitter chuckle the conversations that you had, the video calls that you had made late into the night; you had chatted away about everything and nothing simultaneously, and at the time you were certain that the feeling of excitement for a shared tomorrow was mutual. You listen to the crack of the bottle cap, so loud against the ambiance of the room that you can almost sense each little prickle, the desperate clinging of piece to piece as you twist with a sharp snap.

Hey I’m free now

Hold on Y/N I’ll be online in five… Running~

Running??

Okay I managed to escape dinner now where are you <;33

The eagerness with which he had expressed his interest in you had been like a tantalisingly warm summer. It had enveloped you wholly, wave after wave, until you began to crave it and before you knew it, you had fallen into a pattern. You had been so stoic, so unapproachable, and now here you were, learning about his every passion, every hobby just so that you could keep up conversation, ask him impressive questions, and make him care more than he ever could. 

Pay attention now, this is what happened at the end of episode fourteen, I’ll quiz you on this you know!

Presentations. Silly little presentations made for one another when you could not meet up in person. Lectures delivered over calls to one another. Words upon words that truly meant something entirely different - all that both of you wanted to say but always danced around with such grace and professionalism. Anime, hip hop, rap… hell, even mental mathematics. You could listen to it all for hours on end. To that raspy, deep voice of his that had made you fall deeper and deeper until that was all that resonated in your ears. As weeks had gone by, you had come to believe that there was no music sweeter than his every tone, every inflection and every sigh. You were ready to worship Mingi’s every hum had he asked so. But all too soon did that hum turn into a low thunderous rumble, alerting you, so ominous, of changing tides between you. The recollection makes you clench the bottle tighter in your fist until you hear the plastic begin to crackle. Discontented with the cacophonic struggle of the material, you watch the water droplets trickle back to the still body, and seal it shut to return it to the bag, liquid left untouched.

Stay quiet, my friend is in the room.

A ghost on his computer screen, hidden behind tabs and windows. Erased at a moment’s notice as you silently stared at the passing figure behind Mingi. A friend. A friend who knew nothing about you. Why? Because Mingi deemed you to be not up to the ranks of being introduced, perhaps? Your hands clenched into fists as the thought travelled and picked up speed in your mind, buzzing incessantly and slamming into the skull until it left a throbbing ache. With a smile, you had continued conversing with him as he drifted off into his own life, his own friends, other friends, far from you, and how he was making plans with them. Plans with them, not with you. Your mouse had hovered over the end call button as you contemplated if the action would cut the strings that he had wrapped around your neck, and return your heart to you. And yet, you had waited. And waited. And waited. Gleaming, chuckling at every odd and untimely joke simply because Mingi was the one to say it. Right up until your time was up and Mingi had other things to attend to, a different schedule. Not that you minded, at least in front of him you did not.

The playlists you had made for him in the very beginning, songs that set the rhythm to your enamoured stride turned into toxic tauntings, and your thumbs drifted to the buried sombre, melancholy tunes of the broken hearted. In the darkness you lay on your bed, wondering if the phone would ever light up your day and your heart, to no avail. As the streams that etched their paths on your cheeks dried and fatigue overtook your muscles and memories, you drifted to sleep, waking up to a

Got caught up with things, what’s up

What was up? Would you ever respond truthfully? You tried. Patiently explaining one thing, another until you were met with an ‘I’m sorry you feel that way’ and ‘let’s talk about something more fun now, yeah?’. Yeah. That, you could. Whatever could bring that smile of his back to your field of vision. You bit your lower lip until it bled, chewing at your remarks until they were nothing but mush, and you swallowed them into a nauseating bile, only for it to remain in your stomach and grow with every passing day that the conversation drifted into the realm of a fever dream. Who had you talked to that day, if not Mingi? Perhaps this had been wishful thinking on your part all along, and you had never been more than a loon. Eventually words trickled down to being a burden, and to your attempts to salvage what you had believed in and had witnessed blossom for a fleeting season you only received the merciless

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Eventually, you could predict how he would respond, to the point where conversations could be held before they happened. That way, when you did get that pointless notification on your phone, it hurt a little less. With every passing day, Mingi transformed in your vision to resemble the biting winter winds, piercing the bleeding soul at the most unexpected opportunities, getting his unfair share of the remnants of adoration that your heart still possessed, only to fade back into the abominable breeze. His promises were beautiful, his words resounded in your head and heart, committed to memory until they turned into a slow detonation, a reminder that you were at his mercy. You despise yourself for wanting to run to him if he were to say the word. You subject yourself to self-loathing for leaving your love out in the open for a villain of your own creation to take. You hate yourself for being ready to forgive him at any moment, should he say the word. You had always been ready to give him the stars, the galaxies, the infinite expanse of space itself - he already had your world, what would the universe mean?

You peer outside, at the grey sky, barely noticing the difference between rain and rooftop. The landscape is nothing but a blur, with only a subtle variation of averages to glint in frustration in your field of view. The earth is still. The sky is tearful. You wish you had the energy and grit to cry out, yell, smash a plate, break a door as it slammed, employ all forms of expression to feel anything, to experience temperament above room temperature once more and to rise up into a note more personal than the occasional random selfie from the man who you had fallen in love with, only to be met by refusal, and paired with his desire to be revered and praised, to have someone right there in his contacts who would drop everything for him and run. Faster than lightning, in the middle of the night, at a moment’s notice. Except, instead of this being a form of reassurance, this was a form of power. It was not tyrannical by any means, simply not the same love. It was a love for the self that he had seen in your eyes, you were sure of it. And you were tired of being a mirror. It was agonising, being a mirror. It was exhausting being a supporter, someone’s biggest and closest fan, ready to do everything for them, with this to never be reciprocated.

As you unlock your phone and look over the camera roll, dismissing the photographs that you have of Mingi one by one, pretending as though you do not remember exactly when each one was taken, when each one popped up on your phone first as a ‘ding’, then as a priceless image, you cannot not help but wonder why. Why does he have to be the one who is ‘too good to be true’? Why does he have to become the source of your doubts, the cause of your tears? You do not want to blame him; indeed, what is there to blame except your foolish heart wanting someone who does not want you back. That sunny smile, that laugh, that precious, marvellous face… you would be lying if you were to say you do not think about his embraces. Those strong arms wrapping around your body - your illusion of safety, a mirage.

You became more numb by the week, and eventually, were dismissive of his attempts to gain your attention - the attention that he could feel you were losing. Your gaze no longer settled on him, no longer did you seek him out in a crowd, nor did you hope to hear his voice over a phone call, coaxing him to have a chat with you. He likes the pestering, despite it getting on his nerves, he likes to be loved because of how in control it makes him feel. He had grown accustomed to your presence, but the commitment, the search for something more is something he did not wish to deal with, and so initially, the distance that you were building was somewhat of a relief. But as the gap became wider until it was a ravine, a drop into an abyss, Mingi felt concern rise in his chest, for the first time since he had set his sights on you, and identified an opportunity. He needs the return of the feeling. Unsure of how to define it, he simply inches forward in the darkness in search of familiar shapes until he falls back into the patterns, hoping that they will return what he perceives to be his, right back to him. It is easy enough, right?

Somewhere across the city, in the middle of a crowded room, Mingi stands tall and with an unreadable expression refreshes his notifications. Except there are none that are new. None that would make him instantly smirk with victory, only to lock the phone once again and return it to his back pocket. If there is one new message now, there will be one new message later. And while he does not read it, it shall energise him, so that he can enjoy his day to the fullest with the thought that in that tiny apartment across town you are by the phone, waiting for him and only him. Why did you not send him much of anything anymore? Surely you must be busy, or going through a mood. He opens your contact, clicking his tongue as he checks the time between the passive thumbs up you had responded with and the hour striking on the clock. Before Mingi knows it, he is typing away, trying to throw the hook into the digital ocean.

Just as you set your phone back onto the kitchen table, you see the screen light up, and a familiar name burns itself into your retinas. And yet, the day is still average. The clock ticks at the same speed, the rain does not let up, the groceries are still unpacked and you are still fatigued. Your lips threaten to curl into a grin as you let the screen go dark, and you step away, ignoring your imagination, ignoring how you wish Mingi would feel. Like a mantra you repeat to yourself that there are those damn groceries demanding your efforts still left in the bags, a life left to live with colours you are yet to discover, your tomorrow to look forward to. Your tomorrow, no one else’s.

Perhaps the most terrifying, and the most reassuring notion is that indifference, and only indifference, is the true opposite of love. Blooming in what could have been, a comforting insignificance, a pleasant average dismissible by a swipe of a finger, no longer a number worth counting, or counting on.

[0p1er0]

Prompt: How do you grieve someone who's still alive?

✨ For @undertale-fic-librarby birthday event ✨

This is a sequel to my other fic "In The Rubble Of Our Sins, I Grow"

No beta reader 😞 I struggle so hard with prompts but I tried

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The voice came back again and again but never strayed too close to the hidden ruins.

It had a strong booming voice that rolled over him like thunder. The gentle rain of whispers only coming after, making the initial yell only seem louder. The later calmness reminded Dream so much of his once softly spoken Brother.

he wonders what his not brother's new voice sounds like, if it would be smooth and sweet like honey or have the raspy crunch of snapped honeycomb as a bear feeds. Bee's swarming, trying desperately to save their home as it is destroyed without a second thought like what happened to the village.

The buzzing of the bee's collecting pollen from nearby flowers didn't seem so scary now. The small bumbling bugs were relatable in a way. They were scared just like Dream when their family, friends, and neighbors died.

The voice left suddenly, the gentle tapping of his voice only really noticeable after it left. it was like the sun and happiness that had been shining over him was quickly clouded. Dream looked to some of the few remaining bricks he could still see of his forgotten village. they were covered with moss and vines alike, weeds sprouting from underneath as an occasional critter crawled.

It was later in the season when the Voice finally stepped around the front of the statue, close enough for Dream to really see him. He was rather round for a skeleton. He didn't know there was more skeletons, let alone one that was a round copy of his brother. The softness of this new skeletons clothes aligned with the gentle tapping of his voice.

A gloved hand reached up and gently ran its fingers across his moss ridden cape.

"Wowie! you look really life like, Statue!" He exclaimed, "You kinda look like me! but that might just be because we're both skeletons.. mm" moving his hands up to scratch his chin.

The skeleton had blue eyes, blue deep like the cover of Nightmares favorite book. brilliant rings in his sockets that spin unlike Dream's forgotten dull ovals.

"I wonder who carved you" the skeletons eye lights turned to stars. "They must of loved you a lot to put that much effort into you!"

...Did Nightmare love him?

A dark hand flashed in his vision. reaching for his soul as he hurried to consume the last golden apple. There was so much hunger in those crazed eyes, like the dog that got rabies and chased him up a tree all those years ago.

Nighty had lunged the second he finished the apple, reaching, scratching, and tearing at the air like it was an old well read story book who's pages gave away at the slightest touch. It burned, then it ... didn't. it was ice cold, freezing him as he stood. He didn't feel anything now, not the vines that wrapped his arms and weaved through his once bones or the strong sun.

The only thing he could feel for the longest time was grief, grief for his friends, the villagers but most importantly his brother. He wasn't supposed to be able to feel grief, He was Dream! guardian of positive emotions which means he needs to always be positive. Grief was not something he was allowed to feel.

Movement in front of him snapped him from his thoughts. The blue skeleton had moved away and was looking at an old rabbit burrow. The top had caved in during a storm, leaving a slight indent in the soil, it was almost completely covered in grass.

He had named that rabbit.

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[majimasleftasscheek]

Hi, im very sorry if this has already been answered or established somewhere else but im curious, with your Kazumaji stuff, around what time did they start dating (i.e. after the events of Yakuza 0 and all that) and how?

tbh, I dunno!

I don't really have an established date for that cuz sometimes I'm like man they'd be really cute during y0 and then other times I set it between post y0 and the beginning of y1. The latest they would start me thinks is some months after the events of y1 but in general it sorta depends on how I'm feeling and what silly scenarios play in my head

ideas under the cut tho 👀

if we're talking y0: I like to think Kiryu has to go to Sotenbori for some reason, be it business or he's there with Nishiki for some partying. he sees Majima at the Grand being depressed and is like "damn girl those bags under your eyes makes my dick go *boing sound effect*" and asks him out 🥺 Kiryu gets rejected immediately cuz Majima's in this cycle of 'I deserve nothing but pain and suffering' but Kiryu can't read the room so he is persistently showing up at the Grand despite Majima very obviously wanting to kick his ass. eventually he relents and goes on cute™ dates with Kiryu and realizes oof maybe human intimacy be kinda gucci

if between y0 and y1: Majima's fresh in his mad dog era starting shit with people just to be annoying and Kiryu's one of his targets mainly due to the events of y0. he's kinda like "lol this goober really did some important plot stuff, huh?" and his curiosity gets the better of him because Kiryu is an enigma who eats bugs and Majima cannot suppress his need to get some sense of understanding on this weirdo. in this timeline, it's more one-sided affection from Majima that comes in the form of stabbing while Kiryu is desperately trying to fight the gay allegations and failing. eventually he caves but it's a sorta unofficial, on and off thing that Kiryu doesn't really know how to evaluate for himself. Majima doesn't really care what they are since he's high on life atm and has a cute dude with big boobs on his arm

if during y1: literally just everything Majima Everywhere. Goromi. GOROMI 😩💦 Kiryu is all: I LIKE PUSSY but everyone's like okay big man then why's Majima pole dancing for you huh. the two braincells he has start to click and he realizes maybe Majima wants to hold hands or something unthinkable like that. ngl I like to think Kiryu's thing for Yumi is like a demisexual bi thing where he's like, I do love her but she don't zap my brain quite like the bowlcut freak who knows how to punch me real good and it becomes sorta his personal introspective journey during this time. Majima is also floating in the space of am I doing this for his benefit cuz "training" or am I falling for this dork. he's pretty sad about it cuz of the Saejima reminder vibes but eventually Kiryu falls into his own person that Majima really meshes with and the two of them struggle to actually voice how they feel all the while their pants are down in some dirty alley

if after y1: (going to insert shit from a fic I'm working on) Kiryu's absolutely devastated with what happened in the Millennium Tower + now having to take care of Haruka that he's shut himself off from everyone and everything other than doing the bare minimum to live. in comes Majima being a menace like yo you can't like, let a child parent herself you gotta get outta this slump and Kiryu's all fuck you stop breaking into my house. so it's a long pain in the ass process to help Kiryu deal with his grief while Majima keeps unintentionally making googoo eyes at him and both of them are like boy I sure hope this doesn't awaken anything within me. there's also a lotta dadjima stuff going on and Kiryu's like wowie zowie so you do have a heart and Majima's like no way loser while being just 😳👉👈

[scorpioracha]

Channie’s Room

I might be projecting justttt a little bit 🤪 but I know I needed this college student comfort so maybe others did too. If you like what I wrote don’t be shy and like,comment or reblog because they make my world go round. I hope you enjoy! Pls validate me

-Just imagine going straight to Chan’s studio after a long day of classes. All you have to do is send that man a text saying you’re having a hard day and his studio is suddenly empty of all members, a silly little coincidence

He threatened each member not to barge in via their gc

-Seoul is a busy and overstimulating place as is any major city and you didn’t necessarily go to school very close to the JYP building so Channie keeps you entertained your entire public transit ride by sending you texts about what the kids were up to during the day or how Chaeryeong whooped Changbins ass for the third time that week

-anything really to keep your mind of your own stress

-he would never say it but with the whole Eldest™ he has going on you being stressed stresses him out because why is one of his people stressed???

-while making sure you’re calm and okay his mind is racing with every possible outcome for why you could be having a hard time. Period? Sick??? Professor troubles????

-by the time you arrived at the studio he already has a plan made up in his mind to sue the entire department you’re studying in—students and all🤡

-he would set you up all nice and comfy on the couch while doing the quickest checklist for possible injuries or mental distress

-homie is fluffing the pillows next to you like ‘hmmm no bruises🧠📝’

-he’s a worrier and he’s not ashamed of it

-he’s great at keeping it all in his head

-until your eyes get all glassy and you’re sniffling

- be ready for an interrogation🤡 what’s going on? Are you okay? Who did it? Was it that Professor? He never liked that fucking Professor—

-he’s got himself so worked up you couldn’t help but giggle through your tears and you spend the next few minutes calming him down. No one did anything. The Professor you have is lovely. You were just feeling overwhelmed with the workload and knew his studio was a safe place to be, because he was there. now you’ve got him blushing and stuttering and his ears are hot.

-after he gets over himself he turns on Serious Chan mode and is asking you if you’ve had food and water for the day, If you’re sleeping well,etc

-he wants to make sure you’re physically okay and that your urgent needs are met before he gets into the mental with you

-it’s okay if you cry because he’s there to wipe your tears and he’s asking you how long you’ve felt like this, are you seeing an professionals? Because he would drop everyone dollar to his last dime to make sure you’re alright inside and out

-not doing well in a subject? Boom, he somehow knows another idol who aced that subject back when they were in school. Not sleeping well? Wowie the pharmacy is only a ten minute walk away and they have melatonin. He knows you’re eating because he’s made it a habit of you guys sending pics of your meals to each other 1)because it’s fun and 2)he knows how busy life can get for both of you and it’s a good way to keep you accountable

-you better drink your goddamn water because he has no problem dragging your ass into a hospital and asking them to give you an IV

-once you’ve cried your eyes out practically and your head is clear Channie always has spare towels for you to wipe down your face and he’s looking at you with a big grin asking if you wanna try out a new chicken place with him

-you’re always welcome in Chan’s studio, it days like this reminded you how appreciated you are

[multicolour-ink]

I originally did assume it was Charles voicing Mario in Wonder, so that just proves this new VA has what it takes to be a worthy successor (I'm particularly impressed with his "wowie zowie" at the end of the trailer)

It was the "wowie zowie" that convinced me it WAS Martinet, because it sounded so much like him :)

I'm more nervous about who the new actor is going to be. Part of me is very terrified that the rumours are true and it will be Chris Pratt. But I think that's my paranoia getting to me ;_;

This is honestly reminding me of a Doctor Who reveal 🤣

Kudos to those who were able to pick out that it was a different voice! Ya'll have better ears than me ^^

[halorocks1214]

okay so i just steamrolled thru detective pikachu returns over the past 2 days because i was sick and had nothing else better to do and right after finishing it i went into the tags and WOWIE the negative reception is very large!! i do understand and even agree with some of it but i just felt the need to get my own thoughts down (again. sick with nothing better to do) so take a peek under readmore for very typical elongated halo ramblings about his fave video game series

for the record i never played the first game (only watched a few clips of it on youtube even) but i did go see the movie in theaters. just figured i'd mention this ahead of time so my favoritism is known and to prevent myself from coming off as a perfectly unbiased reviewer

BEWARE THE SPOILERS BTW

(post-editing note: it be long under here, you have been warned)

to start off YEAG this game is not worth 50 bucks! the story's pacing is all over the place and is very basic, the graphics are not particularly well refined, the characters' expressions do not fluctuate as much as they should (professor gordon in particular ;-; i felt so bad for him), and the voice acting outside of merloch and detective pikachu himself are kinda phoned in! it felt like an early 2000s 4kids dub for real. even the gameplay aspects themselves were rather meh in presentation; the button hitboxes were annoying to deal with and as cool as i thought the "main" mechanics were they were incredibly clunky and the tension they tried to build up in the "solving the case" climaxes was just Not It. there was absolutely no reason for the loading/pauses to take that long

(the pokemon gimmicks were okay tho. i would die for growlithe)

however, this isn't a problem specific to this game. while i enjoyed scarlet it was definitely not 60 bucks material (and when i went back to it for the teal mask i even went "good lord, did it always run this badly?"). i gotta give credit to detective pikachu, at least this game ran properly for the most part and never crashed on me lmao

while that doesn't negate the criticisms i previously mentioned i simply wanted to say that this is going to be a problem for as long as pokemon keeps making money. this isn't me finger-wagging at anyone in particular (i certainly have no room to talk, i did say i liked scarlet), i just wanted to say: yeah, pokemon has been A Mess

"but halo!" you cry. "you talked like the negative reception was overblown! what gives the giant negative paragraph??"

because much like scarlet, i still really enjoyed this game sdfjnsdk. how can i say that with confidence, though, when i largely agree that there were many, many issues to be had with its performance?

the word of the day: expectations

and perhaps this is where my bias comes into it. whenever i play a spinoff game (like snap or pokepark for instance), i don't really go into it for mindblowing gameplay and stories, i do it for the same reason this series has kept me enraptured for over a decade of my life:

the pokemon themselves!!

there are SO MANY little things that the regular games don't go into, and while i have my own headcanons and OCs i can play off of, it is so much fun to see actual canon material acknowledge certain things you've only ever theorized about!!

the whimsicott were so fun to watch float around, the article asking where a furret's tail began and ended made me laugh out loud, the fact that they went hard into the "slowpoke tails are eaten as food" thing, and the "let's not get into that right now" jokes about venonat hunting other pokemon and dusknoir eating souls LIKE. i LOVE when pokemon goes into its more "serious" aspects. i know main series games do it too occasionally but outside of offhanded mentions or pokedex entries, do they go this hard into them? if they do and i'm just stupid pls tell me about it i'll eat that shit up

being reminded of less-talked-about pokemon is always a plus and how can you not pop off when you see one of your faves included in the story? (INTELEON AND WOOPER I'LL KICK THEIR ASSES 4 U) it's simply fun immersing yourself into the world of pokemon and getting a glimpse of what it would be like to have pokemon walking down the street and how that affects everyday life! maybe the story is basic, but it served its purpose and i had fun going along with it!

perhaps it's just my mental illness talking, but walking around and seeing all the pokemon and THEN doing the quiz girl's quizzes was actually kinda nice! even if the puzzles weren't that hard, i can't lie and say i didn't pump my fist when i guessed where the mystery was going like with cramorant swallowing the jewel or how the passimian statues needed to hold different berries. overall, i just enjoyed being reminded of how much i know and what i love about this series

also, the ways they incorporated the movie were pretty baller. i liked how they didn't just do a repeat of the mewtwo plot from the movie and let me tell you, even tho i called it early on, i liked that my suspicions about the aurora drop being deoxys were confirmed!! (i suppose it's not that hard to guess bcs what other pokemon comes from space, but i just recently finished playing omega ruby again and i normally don't think about deoxys a lot so LET ME HAVE THIS)

plus "i heard they made a movie about the R case" MADE ME SCREAM. i thought they were just going to ignore the movie and do their own thing but then they DID THAT. incredible. you can call my expectations low (which is valid) but holy fuck

so the TLDR for those who want this: if you want a sweet but cliche game exploring the world of pokemon with a lot of funny moments + worldbuilding, then this game is perfect for you. if you want a game with a groundbreaking story with graphics to boot, then yeah, you're not gonna find it here. i've even seen people say their own nostalgia of the original spinoff wasn't enough to get them to enjoy this game, so take my words with a grain of salt

i would say just watch compilations of the game on youtube, but not every youtuber is gonna go fully exploring the game for all of its little details, so if you care about that kind of stuff, buying the game is your best bet. also if you don't care about that kind of stuff then you should just ignore the game altogether etc etc anYwAY

as for a TLDR for the TLDR: new pokemon snap is goated and i would say a more enjoyable experience than this game esp if you didn't like it so PLEASE buy it the game's only 30 bucks and you can throw treats at pokemon PLEASE it has so many sidequests and interactions you can partake in PLEASE i prommy i won't bite PLEASE stick your fingers in my enclosure PLEASE PLEASE PLE

[glitterytrashcan]

another papyton one shot because i cant sleep and im desperate.

prompt: "what made you choose me" "Have you met yourself???" type convo

warning: papyrus has anxiety and self esteem issues in this. humans are cruel and this is set in the above world after a few years. Mettaton has issues too but they don't show here

The question had caught Mettaton off guard. They had just been on tons couch watching Gordan Ramsey when papyrus spring up the question that has his jaw on the ground.

"Ton? Did i say something wrong? Mettaton?" Papyrus was starting to sound concerned, scared even. Hearing the change in his boyfriends voice shakes ton out of his little stupor. He laughs lightly shaking his head.

" No, No darling you didn't say anything wrong i just wasn't prepared for that. What do you mean what do I see in you?" People would assume mettaton's self-centered attitude and confidence would follow him into the home life but he really is attentive to his partner. He always makes it a point to hear what papyrus has to say even if papyrus doesn't know it.

Papyrus starts to fidget in his seat sitting up from their previous cuddle position. "well I mean, I know you love me, you say it often, but I don't understand why. What's so special around me? You work with so many amazing people in the movie and music scene so I just.... cant help but wonder..."

"Oh papyrus sweetie, you are the kindest soul I've ever met. Everything you do you put your all into, you were the first person in a long time who saw me. You treated me like I was just another person in the family despite being my biggest fan. In all the time I've known you I have never once seen you judge which form I take. Mettaton, EX, the ghost you've loved me the same every time. That's why, and just maybe I love the sweet a dorky skeleton who wooed me so confidently with homemade spaghetti just because he is who he is unashamedly. I just love you, all you are flaws and all, and I will do everything in my not so limited power to remind you of that every day." Ton goes on a ramble sitting up with papyrus taking a light but genuine tone. He gently takes one of pap's hands while he's talking grinning when he manages to make the skeleton flustered.

" Wowie i uh- nyeheh "

"Aww your so cute when you get flustered, will a kiss help?"

The answer was no but who is papyrus to deny a kiss, He will never deny affection from ton. Not when those cuddles and kisses make all those bad thoughts magically disappear.

"You know i think you are right mettaton! i am the great papyrus after all!" That mantra he uses when he doubts it. Ton knows it well and smiles softly pulling papyrus into a hug kissing the top of his skull.

"There you go! You are the best, I love you papyrus.."

"i love you too mettaton..... thank you."

-im not proofreading this and you get what you get. have fun-

[evil8keta]

mercs x reader who steals their clothes!

SCOUT

- gets an immediate ego boost from it. seeing you in his clothes makes him feel so cool and important!! he will totally brag about it in front of the other mercs like "hell yea guys my s/o loves me SO BAD. they're even wearin my stuff!!" but honestly all his clothes are ugly and smell funny so....just saying. i wouldnt wear them if i were you but if you really wanna wear them then go for it. you're gonna make scout really happy :D

SOLDIER

- holy shit!!!! you look like mini him!! he will NOT shut up about how cute you look. he's gonna convince you to train with him because uh oh now he actually thinks you ARE a mini version of him?? have fun being his recruit lol. but other than that his clothes are surprisingly comfy, 10/10 would wear again. plus you get soldier yelling about how badass and awesome you look and how much he loves you

PYRO

- pyro doesn't really wear anything else other than their hazmat suit but they have a huge collection of gas masks! and since you are their s/o, you can totally wear those :D just please ask for permission first! when you actually do put one on though? they're gonna SQUEAL. legit they did NOT expect you to look so cute in one of their gas masks but...you do?? wowie!! pyro wil grab your face and give you a bunch of head boops and nuzzles because OH MY GOD you are so adorable

HEAVY

- ohhh heavy's clothes are very comfy. they're SO big and made from very good material and they smell like books and gunpowder (ah yes what a comforting smell...). if he sees you wearing his clothes he's gonna get this SMALL but very very happy smile on his face. his thoughts rn are like "s/o you are tiny and so so cute heavy love you". he's just silently appreciating you, yknow. also i think heavy always liked to offer you his clothes, either because he thought you seem cold or for some other reason. but now, heavy offers you his clothes just because he thinks you look very cute in them :)

DEMOMAN

- acts casual everytime he sees you wearing his clothes but as soon as you leave he turns to the others guys all wide eyed and blushing like "HAVE YA SEEN THAT??? THEY'RE WEARING MY CLOTHES!" one time you 2 were just chilling and demo just straight up asked you WHY you wear his clothes all the time. you said they smell like him and that it reminds you of him and my man pulled you into a tight hug and started sobbing. he loves you so much

ENGINEER

- thinks you look very cute. very silly. engie lowkey has the most normal reaction out of all the mercs, but that doesn't mean he loves seeing you wear his clothes any less!! he sees you wearing his overalls and he's like "ah yes that's my s/o wearing my stuff right there, aint they a cutie?" engie likes to leave his clothes in visibly convenient places so there's a higher chance you wear them.... he acts very cool about it so you don't suspect anything, but eventually you DO notice. if you tease him about it he will blush so bad and try to deny it

MEDIC

- medic wears VERY stylish clothes so if you wanna look like a smart doctor (like him) i 100% recommend stealing his clothes. but other than that, medic really likes seeing you in his clothes :) he actually gets very dramatic about it and can't keep his hands off of you. he once saw you wearing his lab coat and literally couldn't stop hugging your for HOURS!! he kept saying how adorable you look and how you should wear his clothes more often and how much HE LOVES YOU AND AAA

SPY

- actually, don't. just don't. he won't let you use his very expensive suit no matter what and i highly advise you to NOT wear his stinky balaclava either. it's for your health i promise. however there's a bunch of other shirts he wears so if you want you can wear those. they're comfy and high quality and they stink-- i mean, smell just like him :)) when it comes to his reaction, it seems like he doesn't even notice since he doesn't comment on it...? well SIKE!! this man DOES notice and he is SCREAMING of joy on the inside. he's just very good at hiding it because he doesn't want the others to think that he's a weak and lovesick fool (everyone knows that he's an absolute simp for you dw)

SNIPER

- absolutely LOVES it but he also tries to hide how he really feels. except unlike spy, he actually fails HORRIBLY. there's literally a big goofy lovey dovey smile on his face and yes everyone can notice including you. also i said this already but you're the only one who gets the privilege of wearing his hat. he even bought another one for you so you guys can match but turns out that you like wearing HIS hat SPECIFICALLY. this realization made me him feel very special and warm inside :D

[chirpbudgie]

hi i wrote more gidget angst. wowie who could have expected that. its almost like im lonely or something

cws: emeto, unreliable narrator/perspective, themes of major character death. also it’s a sickfic

Gidget peeks out from under the table. A small crowd has formed in front of the escape pod as everyone clambers out of the Parable. He stumbles over, barely upright and carried by momentum. 

“Where-“ his desperate voice cuts out and he clears his throat. “Where’s Spencer?”

Suddenly the ceiling and the walls and the floor are much more interesting, because everyone turns their gaze away from him as soon as they hear the words. His heart stutters. 

“Uncle Stan? Where’s Spencer?” 

The man in question makes a horrible face that makes his stomach churn. Sympathy? Discomfort? Regret? All three? Gidget doesn’t see the expression on him often enough to know. It kind of scares him. 

“Uncle Stan?” He asks again, softer. Why won’t anyone tell him what happened? Can’t they just get it over with and spit it out? If he’s in trouble, they can go back for him, he just wants to apologize for-

“I’m sorry,” Stan finally murmurs. 

What? He does a double-take. Sorry for what? That he’s not here right now? Well, that’s okay, he can wait a little while. Spencer’s gotta come back eventually. It’s not safe in the Parable, so he has to. He can’t possibly be gone gone, right? 

Could he?

Is he?

Stan’s expression worsens when the realization finally clicks. 

“Gone?” He barely whispers. He barely sees the nod before Stanford sweeps him into a smothering hug that he clings to. 

Spencer is gone. 

It’s his fault, isn’t it? Gidget was the one who held him back, distracted him from the group. He didn’t even get to apologize. He barely got the chance to say goodbye. 

He’s never going to see Spencer again. 

“I want my Bubba,” he begs into Stanford’s shirt, feeling wholly undeserving. “Want my Bubba, please, please.”

A few broken sobs spill out, but he’s still in too much shock to properly cry. 

Another pair of arms wraps around him. “Want my Bubba!” He feels the strain in his throat from the desperate cry and he cringes a little. Somebody starts shushing him gently and it only makes him cry harder at the reminder. Spencer always did that for him when he cried, a reminder that he was there. But Spencer’s not here anymore. 

When he’s pulled away from Stanford, his head is pounding and everything is dark. There’s pressure under and behind his eyes and he can’t breathe through his nose, leaving him to take ragged breaths through his dehydrated mouth. 

“Want my Bubba.” The phrase is much more slurred and painful. 

[We hear you, sweetheart. You’re hurting yourself.] His hands are pulled along to read the signs. [Spencer’s not here right now.]

It feels like the world comes crashing down on him and he wails loudly. He misses his Bubba so, so much. Where is Bubba? Does Bubba not love Gidget anymore? Did he do something to deserve this? 

Something uncomfortably cold is pressed to his ear right as he begins to gag. He fumbles with the bin that appears in his lap. 

“Gidget, it’s me. Hi, baby. You’re okay, I’m okay.”

He can’t even force anything out in response besides ragged whining through the loss of his stomach contents. He’s so disoriented and dizzy—was he dreaming earlier? Is this real? Is he still dreaming? 

“Shhh, don’t strain yourself. Bubba’s not going anywhere. Stanford and his Narrator are gonna take care of you right now, alright?”

“Want Bubba,” he finally croaks out. He feels like he’s gonna faint, his hands and feet are getting tingly. The bin is taken from him and his face is wiped with a damp cloth. It makes him shiver and sweat at the same time. 

“I know, baby, I wanna be with you too. Bubba’s sorry.”

“Lay down, dear,” a Narrator whispers to him. A pillow is pressed to his head and he’s guided onto his back. Where did Stanford go, wasn’t he holding him up? 

He shakes the distraction off. “No!” He protests, sounding much quieter than he was hoping. “No sorry! Sorry!” He breaks into a coughing fit that feels just as awful as it sounds. His throat feels torn up like when he scrapes his knees on the concrete. 

“Shh, shhh,” the sound makes him shiver. “You’re pushing yourself too hard. What do ya mean, baby?”

Gidget sobs from the pain and the reminder. “Sorry, ‘m sorry, Bubba. Was dumb, my fault.” 

“No, baby, no. None of that, no more. Accidents happen and you already said sorry. Don’t think about that right now. Focus on feeling better, alright?”

Gidget can only whimper in response. He’s already run out of tears and exhausted himself. 

“Yeah, just relax. Get some rest, baby. I know you don’t feel good.”

He feels the spout of a water bottle nudge at his cheek so he turns his head to accept it. It feels so good, soothing his raw throat and tastes addicting. It gets pulled away several times while he’s still drinking, which he protests and whines about. 

Spencer just shushes him over the phone. It makes his eyelids feel extra heavy, and he paws at the blankets for something to hold. A warm hand stops him and tucks a familiar stuffed animal into his arm. 

“Fishie,” he mumbles, shaking it lightly to hear the rattle inside. A wobbly smile finally arrives. 

“That’s right, you have all your stuffies. They told me they wanted to go with you so you wouldn’t be lonely.”

Gidget feels himself tear up again. “T’ank you,” he bleats. “Miss you.” 

“I miss you too, baby. Go to sleep now, I’ll see you soon, alright?”

A damp cloth is tied to his forehead with a headband. He curls up on his side, phone tucked under his ear, and listens to Spencer’s voice and shushing until he can’t stay awake any longer. 

[miku-meeku]

Gurl, Variable Barricade was literally the first otome game I played.

I'll give you a quick run down, our MC Hibari is an independent girlboss who's just awful at romance. She's from a powerful family so she expects an arranged marriage but her grandfather was like 'LMAO, no. You have to choose from these 4 trash men instead and your gonna live with them for a while'.

So for our 4 love interests are as follow, marriage fraud who is Ichiya Mitsumori who is also the ultimate male wife, the gold digger which is Shion Mayuzumi (material girl), submissive and bully-able Nayuta Yagami and finally gambling addict Taiga Isuguri (personal fav)

The game is very much a sort of rom com, our lovely Hibari has to pick one of them to be her husband which is hard when everyone seems like they would be a dead beat spouse. It's dangerously hilarious, like girl I was laughing every 10 mins

Also to me Taiga is definitely Whitney, hands down no arguments. Shion could be Robin since ya know, Robin doesn't do jack shit and is only there for eye candy, Nayuta is Kylar mostly because he would just straight up do anything Hibari says to the degree that if she said she wanted him to be her dog he would woolf, Ichiya is... I can't really see him as Sydney, well atleast corrupt Sydney, idk he wouldn't fit

Anyways play Variable Barricade

i feel like literally only one character suits one of the LIs in DoL and its just Whitney BAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA

Shion is too pretty to be Robin (no offense Robin) but then again, I did a lil digging (cuz blonde boys makes me drop my pants) and wowie this mf doesnt do anything other than loiter, hes just like me frfr- and Robin also doesnt do anything other than loiter (sorry for Robin slander, ily Robin)

Nayuta's dog traits and obeying yada yada does seem to fit Kylar's but this guy is too happy, he reminds me of someone that I can't pinpoint HMMM,,, you think if i color his hair black, he'd look more like a happy version of Kylar,,,

and the one who doesn't fit anyone is Sydney BAHAHHAHA, I read a lil abt Ichiya and they literally have nothing in common, rip Sydney

anws its actually kinda funny, back then i always look away from bad boys until recently with Whitney cough, TAIGA LIKES BRITISH ROCK BAHAHAHAHA ISNT THIS JUST WHITNEY FR, i wonder if he sounds like floyd from twst since hes voiced by nobuhiko okamoto or is using more of his bakugo voice instead (i really love nobuhiko okamoto sm)

honestly would love to play this game to immerse myself in romancing a Whitney look-a-like but....

no money

no nintendo switch

im poor sobs

goodbye japanese whitney voiced by nobuhiko okamoto

maybe one day in the future...

[choppedsouldreamer]

What's dis? Story time on my Tumblr because I'm yet again having issues with my email for some reason and wattpad won't take it? WOWIE I LOVE TECHNOLOGY!!! ;-;

A regular day?..Well.. as regular as it can get....

[teeny bit angsty but I wrote this mostly for fun, and yes I made Four have a bathroom connected to his room don't question it lol-]

Four woke up to what seemed a regular day, laying in his messy bed with his hair almost a mass of black tufts. He stretched with a yawn and threw off his bed covers ready to start another day of strange adventures and meme creating while Mario does his random, chaotic behaviour. He let his eyes adjust to his room, then got up to get changed into his usual outfit out of his pyjamas. Once he got on his classic get up, he went to the bathroom to keep up his cleanliness just for as long as possible by brushing his teeth, staring into the mirror and seeing a familiar face...

"So, what are the plans for today? Memes? Procrastination? That's one of my favourites~" The sickly hallucination mocked behind him, it looked exactly like him, well because it was him... a deep part of him he wanted to get rid of but couldn't because of that damn TV....It's glowing purple, pink lightning like scars travelled along its body, eyes white with red veins around the edges and no pupils, bags heavily visible beneath them, wearing the same outfit as Four accept much dirtier... an exact copy of what he looked like on the final day of "It's gotta be perfect"... god what a horrible month and a half that was....Four just sighed and muttered "Not now Crazed..I can't be bothered with your constant nagging...." He seemed to think that was an appropriate name for the hallucination since he was kind of insane... always trying to make Four snap at any minute through constant reminders of his self worth. The hallucination just chuckled a laugh with no humour, responding with a simple comeback, "suit yourself, but you will let me in eventually." Four rolled his eyes, not particularly wanting to argue with a part of his own brain he has no control over and started on actually brushing his teeth.

Once he was fresh, well at least his mouth was, Four headed out his bathroom and grabbed his phone from his bed side drawer which also had his Yootooz figure stood on it. He quickly pocketed it and headed out his room, immediately heading to the kitchen to grab some cereal for something to eat, to which Crazed commented in a sarcastic tone "ah yes, cereal, real nutritious.. and you said you were trying to keep yourself healthy..." Four scoffed and said while pulling out a bowl for himself out the cupboard "Who says some cereal isn't healthy? Plus your one to talk, your always the one making me NOT eat and pull all nighters" Crazed just floated around his shoulder with a wide grin "complain complain.. is that ALL you do?" Four just took this as his chance to have a comeback of his own so remarked "Your starting to sound like Three!" To which the hallucination growled a quiet "Asshole....." It's strange to think how different Crazed is to him despite being a part of him, I mean he practically just called himself an asshole but still, Four was practically completely fine if Crazed wasn't always following him even if what he did still haunts him a little..To his dismay he was though, and rarely didn't have something to say. Four ate his cereal for a moment in peace until he realised he was in need of coffee.. probably because he stayed up late AGAIN, no thanks to a certain hallucination... so checked the kitchen, but was out of luck, great.. he ran out of damn coffee.... at least he has an excuse to visit Three!

[622 words wow! a good start :D]

Enjoy and hopefully this gets fixed, if not and you want to see more of my writing just say so!! :3

[0809sysblings]

3, 4, 11, 12, 14, 21 for Mikoto aaanndd 1, 2, 6, 12, 13 for Amane 👀

my beloveds!!!!

💚 🐈🐕 ☔🚬 🥞🍮 💙

Mikoto

3. Favorite non-MV official illustration?

I think.... the 3rd anniversary artwork, perhaps... just really like the lighting and atmosphere of it...

4. Favorite Minigram episode/moment?

episode 41 (source)

11. What are your favorite points about their story and the narrative surrounding them?

I.... my thoughts are much too abstract for me to be able to put them into words, let alone coherent ones. I uh. I like. Stress. Amnesia. Trauma. Survival. Defense. Toxic Environment. Abuse. Always. Yeah.

hope this helps 🤠👍 (im so fucking sorry)

12. What do you wish would be discussed more often about them in the fandom?

I wouldn't say I'm super involved with most of the fandom tbh, so I don't particularly know all too well what is and isn't talked about by people... but.. I'd maybe like to see some more discussion on aspects of him that are like... not just about The Alters. since theres a lot more to DID than just having alters, and of course there is more to a person with DID than just their DID. I'm always a slut for talking about psychology and the impacts of trauma, so... perhaps more trauma discussion. I do know there's already people who talk about this stuff, so tbh this is mostly just what I myself want to eventually get around to talking about but mKFMDF yeah.

14. Any headcanons on their appearance?

I'm not usually one to hold many headcanons when it comes to something like appearance (or to hold many headcanons, period), but.. uh... idk. something really stupid and small like he has a permanent writer's callus/bump. there just ain't no way he doesn't have one y'know?

21. Do you have any similarities with them/relate to something in them?

oh dear... Indeed I Do. I guess to start, I am also 23 lol. we have sorta similar styles of dress. we are both artist-jocks. we have generally similar personalities. we are both DID havers, and one of us is honestly pretty similar to John mFKMDKFDSF. he even has an undercut my god... and then Another one of us also reminds me a lot of the Third Alter/Midokoto/Doe/whatever you wanna call him. his hair is even green wowie! ... oh and his name is also something that can be related to Mikoto, god damn.. the Kayano System is copying us.. get their asses, call them out, cancel them!!! /j anyway. more.

you know that part in Neoplasm. this one?

Es: … You really… do laugh when you're suffering, huh? Mikoto: Huh? Es: You don't get angry. You don't scream. You laugh, like it's a minor inconvenience.

yeah that came for my fucking throat. he just like me fr...

other things as well, but that's enough about that.

Amane

1. Favorite song lyrics?

I wish I could just copy and paste like the entirety of The Purge March, but this part in particular has gotta be my favorite:

After you cry, repent, and kneel, it's now your turn to say that hopeless "I'm sorry" You're sorry? I don't care! Please, go ahead and die already Remember MY cries, MY repents, MY words of "I'm sorry" that I said to you?

2. Favorite MV moment/frame?

I am in love with this frame <3

6. Favorite relationships with another character in the prison?

0308, 0208, and 0608 !!!!!!! so like. tbh the only prisoners she still interacts with/that still interact with her lmao... her dynamic with Shidou is also interesting and I'm excited to see where it goes! I think she deserves to get one stab at him. not because I don't like Shidou or think he deserves to be stabbed. but because Amane deserves to do whatever she wants all the time <3 !! like c'monnn one stab won't kill him, let her do it, it's fiiiiiine. it'll be good for both of them.

12. What do you wish would be discussed more often about them in the fandom?

again, not that involved with the fandom so not sure what is and isn't already discussed. frankly I think she should just be discussed more, period <3. so. Everything. Discuss Everything About Her More. Never Stop Discussing Her. I Don't Want To Stop Seeing Essay-Length Analysis Posts About Her Until I'm At Least 35.

13. Any ideas on what would they and their MV be like if they got a different verdict in T1?

a VERY VERY good question that I have wondered about myself! ...unfortunately I've yet to come up with much of an answer though. I really just. have no idea. the only thing I can think of is she may have continued to severely downplay her abuse, I guess (like she still does I think. but you know. like Magic-level downplay)... may have stayed a bit friendlier and more "herself"? maybe her Trial 2 MV would've acted more staged again like Magic was...? I Got No Idea........

TY for the ask!!!!

[teamskull-datingsim]

okay just for my own sake heres my relationships with the undertale cast.

for context: in jeremytale, as im calling it, the Player latches onto me instead of frisk but frisk is still there. and killing someone is never a possibility. the dialogue options, whether mean or sarcastic, are something I myself would say regardless of being possessed by an Entity

frisk: thats a little sibling if ive ever seen one holy shit. in general i think theyre a cute kid and i think they look up to me but also theyre full of sass and love to backtalk (back sign??) me

chara: another little sibling. I love narrachara theory and it carries over. little dead guy (nonbinary) and their strange living cohort. chara voice Fun fact! If I was alive, I'd be your age! jeremy voice Thats really depressing dead kid

flowey: little sibling number threeee jesus christ. yes he hates me yes if something bad happens to me he will try and hurt the person who did it!! i just think hes a weird flower... until i learn the truth obviously. i try to be supportive but hes kind of a stinker

toriel: "wow this is. a bigger human than im used to having fallen here. Whatever still my child." i think shes awesome and i would love to hug her. however i do think i remind her of chara and asriel for time until she realizes that comparing me to either of them is unfair to everyone. im still her child though. Goat Mother

sans: he goes between "i need to avoid this guy at all fucking costs" and "hey it's not that bad. hes just autistic. thats cool". I do get mad at him frequently for patronizing papyrus (and he tries to do it to me too but i am not above threatening him). on the surface we relax with each other quite a bit. Especially when he realizes that me and papyrus are a good match. and also when he stops babying his brother lol

papyrus: man. cmon. you know this. i do think itd be funny that if i ever actually made jeremytale the outcome of the papyrus fight will always be the dating segment no matter what the player has me do. compliment him? "hey buddy i like your scarf! i have one just like it" "Y-YOU... SUCH A SINCERE TONE! ARE YOU... FLIRTING WITH ME?!?!" ".What". intimidate him? "(*You stand up to your full height and look down on Papyrus.)" "W-WOWIE... TRYING TO SHOW ME YOUR IMPRESSIVE STATURE... ARE YOU... FLIRTING WITH ME!?" "huh." just straight up spare him? "S-SO MYSTERIOUS AND STOIC... YOU MUST BE TRYING TO IMPRESS ME... YOURE FLIRTING?!" "WHAT!!!!!!!"

undyne: at first she hates me but once i get the undyne hang out we are. Basically siblings. she thinks me and papyrus are great and we become a trio of it. she loves noogieing me because i actually put up a fight. i also confront Her on babying papyrus but i think she already knows its bad. i also think she is so funny. most forgetful fish on the planet. WHY DIDNT YOU SIGN YOUR LETTER

alphys: im so cool to her when shes just watching my journey but when we meet face to face she quickly realizes im just as much of a dork as her. we're best friends

mettaton: i am so quirky and funny to him not in a patronizing way but like. That one video of "(excited voice) How do you keep your pants up when you perform, its incredible!" "....... belt". of course once i see EX its like. of course you have black hair and pronouns. unparalleled friend group of me, papyrus, undyne, alphys and mettaton

asgore: he is so. he thinks im an odd chap but mostly very polite and sweet. reminds him of chara much like toriel and makes him very sentimental. hes not really a dad to me but i do think he enjoys my company