#but the sound of my keys is nice

[fumifooms]

Chilchuck analysis speedrun: As a hardworking half-foot who grew up poor and discriminated against and had his gullibility taken advantage of multiple times in his early adventuring days, Chilchuck thinks optimism is a dangerous flaw. He’s stressed and strict all the time because his job is noticing details like traps that could get everyone killed before anyone knows it, he takes the lives of everyone to be on his shoulders, and with the way he speaks about it that probably partly reflects how he felt about taking it upon himself to provide for his family too. His life’s always been pretty centered around work and has become even moreso now that his wife left and everyone is independent, and due to past events he’s very iffy with bonding with coworkers. He thinks feelings and job are a disaster mix. Like with his wife or with parties hiring him as sacrifice, being open or having good faith is vulnerability which can get you hurt, so he processes and shows all his stress as anger instead of worry. Doing strict dieting probably isn’t helping the irritability what with hunger, and on top of being a hunger suppressant alcohol might be the main stress reliever he has.

His grey hairs are so earned

[commsroom]

prefacing this by saying it's obviously just my opinion, but i've spent soo much time thinking about what makes an eiffel design look the Most Eiffel to me, personally, so here are some design notes:

dark, wavy/curly hair. unkempt. anywhere between just past his ears to about shoulder length. usually tied back in a low ponytail.

scruffy!! never, ever clean shaven. his facial hair is most prominent on his chin, and there's a visible break between the hair on his upper lip and the hair on his cheeks. stubble, short/patchy beard, or hair just on his chin all work well depending on style.

visible arm hair!! and any other body hair that's relevant. generally hairy guy. anything that makes him scruffier looking is important.

long features - long face, long limbs. lanky body type, but with a bit of weight in the gut. bad posture. talks with his hands. wide, open body language: tall-ish with fairly broad shoulders, but most of the space he takes up is in his limbs so he can kind of comically fold narrowly into himself when scared / being yelled at / etc.

(classic Doug Eiffel Arms Behind Head While Leaning Back and Floating pose is always a winner.)

expressive, to kind of an absurd degree. tired eyes. lopsided smile. his eyebrows do a lot of the work: i often see people instinctively draw eiffel with sheepish "─┘└─" shaped eyebrows and it's very real to me. constantly hamming it up even when he doesn't mean to. he has the presence of a class clown that never grew out of it.

prominent nose, kind of "square rounded" in shape with a wider tip <- same as zach valenti's. i wouldn't say he looks exactly like zach valenti to me, but definitely very close, with a difference more in style than features. italian-american by association...?

generic star wars logo tee as his default outfit, but other generic logo tees for things he likes, or "undershirt worn as shirt" also feel true. the key point is that it has to look like he bought it at walmart for less than ten dollars. will wear it until it disintegrates.

not really a guy who accessorizes either, unless wearing his headphones around his neck counts.

rarely wearing shoes. holes in every single one of his socks.

orange is my preferred flight suit color for how it visually suggests eiffel traded one prison for another. needless to say, maybe, he should never be wearing it properly. usually tied around his waist, but he pretty much never wears long sleeves - even if he has the sleeves on, they're always rolled way up.

[rabdoidal]

POV: you’re a knight and the lord you were tasked with being a bodyguard to while you travelled across the continent together has to attend a shitty gala, but he doesn’t want to go without you, so instead he tells everyone he’s sick and gets wine drunk with you while he’s in the tub, and you’re both definitely queer but you’re so repressed that you still can’t figure out if he’s hitting on you or not

🛁 kofi link in bio if you’re feeling generous 🛁

[thottybrucewayne]

I spent most of my life thinkin' that I was very mean and hard to get along with. Turns out I was just a neurodivergent Black person in a lot of predominantly nonblack spaces

[asexualbookbird]

intended to do my silly little exercises but i had a song stuck in my head and decided huh! I'll try it on the piano that usually helps! and now its 40 minutes later i still havent exercised hut i can play Lose Myself by One Republic now i guess

[cringyfanfictions]

Soooo I read @thatfanficauthor's oni!tsukishima fic and suddenly had a burst of inspiration out of nowhere.. and wrote fanfiction of their fanfiction. Alas, it was short lived, so I stopped in the middle but I did get this scene in.

Basically, the og fic is about Tsukki being an oni, except they were hunted down a long time ago so now they blend into the human civilization, and if he wears this bracelet then he gets disguised in a human form (but it's uncomfortable to wear it for long), except people keep finding out about him being an oni. My fic is based on the premise (and set before the og fic) but a little darker.

I wanna put it below 'read more' but I'm not sure how the 'read more' works (let's see if this works). So. Here's that scene from canon (the Yamaguchi being bullied scene) but set in the oniverse!

He's walking home from school, steps hasty, when he hears voices from the playground and pauses to look.

A group of kids crowd another who's on the floor, threatening. One of them holds a stick.

"Why's your face so pimply?" One of the kids taunt.

Just bullies. Kei turns away.

"Yeah, and you're so scrawny," another sneers. There's a thump. "You're crying now?"

"Crybaby!"

*Just bullies.*

Kei freezes. He turns slowly. Just bullies, and picking on a kid because what? Because he's pimply? Because he's scrawny?

It dawns on him. Finally, he understands what he's wondered about years ago.

His body *sears*. He's an oni, living under disguise. An *oni*. To be hunted down and killed, to be shunned.

But you don't even need that.

Kei steps closer. The kid being bullied notices him and looks up, tears streaked down his cheeks and welling in his eyes.

There are freckles dotting the kid's face. Just freckles. Plain and harmless. That's all you need to be *different*. All you need to be picked on.

He wonder what they'd do if they see him. Sees his wings, his fangs, his tail. *Kei* is the one who's different, when he's in his house and can stretch out his wings. But these *humans* - they are so desperate to belong that they turn on each other. They are so desperate that they see differences where they don't exist.

*The world is broken.*

He remembers his mother's stories, at least the gist of it. The hunting. The killing. The blood spilled across the land like oil.

Of course they were hunted. What chance would oni stand, if *freckles* are reason enough to be picked on?

There is really only one thing he can say. And he says it, loading as much scorn he can into each syllable, falling crisp from his mouth.

"*Pathetic.*"

[uncanny-tranny]

CONGRATULATIONS ON THE VOCAL RANGE BROOOOO! THAT'S THE DREAM! CONTINUE BEING AWESOME

Ah, thank you!

(We should get a trans choir together I think it would be such a beautiful sound...)

[theshadowrealmitself]

Nurse: *calls for me using my given name I have on file*

Me: Oh! I’m here!

Nurse: Oh wow, I was expecting a [different gender]!

Me: Ah, ha ha 👀 imagine that

[tkbrokkoli]

i think a thing im v passionate abt is music. or rather, listening to music. i listen to it when i work, when i drive, when i clean, when i walk. i spend several hours every day listening to music. once during a trip i didn't have the time to listen to music for several days and when i finally turned on some music it felt like the world was suddenly filled w more color and life. i once was so overwhelmed w awe and beauty listening to a song for the first time that it caused me to have a panic attack. in, like, a good way, like, wow, look at that song, it touched me so deeply that i lost control of my body for a moment. i sometimes get teary eyes or goosebumps when listening to music. i listen to the same song for hours on repeat. i don't know anything abt making music btw. i took guitar lessons for some time but im not talented or good at it and it took too much effort to continue. i love the sounds a guitar makes though. i also don't remember any music theory. i have a friend who's naturally talented at playing the guitar but they didn't enjoy it but even after years of not having picked up a guitar they can still play songs at birthday parties. i think it's funny that they are naturally good at it but they hate doing it and i love it but im not good at it at all.

[neeko-system]

the more i play signalis the more i can feel myself wanting to get really into combat dolls and android girls and lesbian military stuff. like i already playt arknights maybe its fate or someting.

[dredshirtroberts]

tomorrow pakige

[jonphaedrus]

in case you're wondering what im getting into these days, the answer is mechanical keyboards, and this was initially as a disability support mobility aid type thing because my fingers are really fucked up, but now im actually unironically getting into them and let me tell you: never do that. mechanical keyboards are a mistake. if you want a mechanical keyboard go to someone you know who is into mechanical keyboards and make them build you one or pick the ideal one for you and then never, ever do any research into it do not spend your money on this get someone else to do it for you and pay them to do it because i guarantee they'll say yes

[deep-hearts-core]

you know it's eurovision week when i spend an hour fixatedly ruining my voice covering one of the songs on garageband

[orcelito]

Ok I'm nice now (lying)

[selfish-saturniidae]

I had a dream that a dispensary opened across the street from me and they would make custom blunts. I got a huge backwoods stuffed with a gassy Indica and bright blue violets. I could taste it in the dream and it was incredible.

It’s been over 4 months for me since my last hit and the cravings are so strong I dream about them now. I would give my left hand for even the shittiest pre roll rn. I haven’t felt this pathetic since my first week of sobriety

[doctor-ciel]

Witness my vision