#feel free to interpret whatever u want from this!

[glacierclear]

the light i saw was not love. the warmth burned and did not heal.

[jeanbie]

Omg hi I don’t know if you take nsfw requests but I was wondering about aot’s favorite positions🥺 your writing is so so good!!

honestly.....i thought this was hard !!! i can't see any of them being overly picky on positions or even having all time favs; over the eras of aot, they all change so much it's actually hard to say...so i tried my best to think semi-objectively :3 absolutely feel free to disagree with ANY of these, everyone has diff interpretations (and i love all of em)

warnings: fem!reader (sorry), sexual content ofc, if u want the girl vers lemme know :D

AOT BOYS & FAV POSITIONS ★ masterlist.

MISSIONARY

“you look so fucking pretty right now—” is the only thing they can think of saying as they bow their chest over yours, watching your face twist as their cock sinks deeper into your cunt. one of your legs is wrapped firmly around their waist or hanging up over their shoulder; this way, they can watch you writhe and whimper whilst also watching the way you suck them up nicely, the way your body tenses and flinches with every thrust they give...

— jean, zeke, niccolo

RIDING

there is no greater joy than leaning back and watching you do your thing. their hands are on your waist, smoothing around your hips and stomach in an effort to distract themselves from simply filling you up and going wild — they love to watch you sinking down on them, your back arched and breasts rising with every rise and fall. they meet your hips by raising their own, finding pleasure in watching your face pull into contorted shapes, hearing the moans and whimpers from your mouth. from down here, they like the control they can have, and on occasion, the submission of doing whatever you tell them to

— levi, armin, porco

BENT OVER

if they can bend you over it, they can fuck you on it. tables, beds, tree trunks, fences, desks, sinks — it’s like they’re trying to fuck you on every possible or available surface they can find. they just love to see the sight of your ass tilted up, hips pressing into a hard surface, legs spread in a desperate attempt to stay upright, all while they drive themselves into you however fast or hard they want to. they can be as gentle or as rough as they want to be; running their hands up your back and between your shoulder blades, or smacking your ass and pulling your hair — everything about fucking you from behind is perfect for them, and by the sounds of things, perfect for you

— eren, floch

[bonus] s4!eren loves to fuck you over a sink or a vanity, anywhere he can pull you back by your hair and make you watch in the mirror. his eyes never leave yours through the glass, his lips whispering the dirtiest things he can possibly think of just to get you to cum around him, to watch yourself unravel in his hands

RIDING THEIR FACE

they are a seat. that’s all they are, all they ever want to be — a seat for their perfect partner. they could spend hours with their tongue up your cunt, hands pressed into your ass or hips as you ride the features on their face. they would happily die of suffocation down here, just as long as you were happy and they got to taste their favourite thing in the world

— connie, onyankopon

GIVING THEM A BLOWJOB

every position is good with their partner, but absolutely nothing beats you on your knees between their legs, their cock in your mouth. a hand in your hair, on your cheek or the back of your neck, they love to watch you take care of them, especially after a particularly long and otherwise bad day. whether it’s simply between their legs as they sit, or as they lie down before bed — or under a desk when there are other people around, nothing will ever top the feeling of your mouth running itself up their dick, or how warm and wet it feels as you take them. 

— ERWIN, bertolt

REVERSE COWGIRL

“comfy, darlin?” with their hands on your hips, they love to help you sink down onto them, using your hips as handles to bring you up and down at whatever pace they fancy. they just love the sight of your face turning back to him with a pleasured look, the muscles in your back tensing whenever he hits that perfect spot up your pussy. seeing you looking like this makes him feel so proud — you’re taking him like its no problem, your ass bouncing on his stomach, toes curling as you set your hands on his legs for balance. he’ll let you take control until you tire, and then the fun can really begin

— reiner, kenny (help)

[inkdrinkerworld]

idk if you're currently taking requests or if you've already done this idea before but I just thought about it and directly thought of you anyway

what if reader's dealer is currently out of city so they send her to get whatever thing she usually takes to one of his trusted dealer friends, the og dealers friend being dealer!remus and like reader doesn't know bc it's the first time she buys from him but turns out she's the sister of one of his friends (idk which one it free for you to choose lmao) and obv she doesn't want her brother knowing abt her little drug secret so she makes a deal (like agree to go on a date w him or smth)with dealer!remus so he doesn't snitch on her.

I hope that was clear enough cuz in my head it sounds as clear as day but k just realised this request is so messy I'm so sorry luv u xx

i get what you mean babe! it isn’t messy at all! cw: bbf!dealer!remus, a little bit of anxiety,

you can’t believe your luck when you get to the dispensary and see remus.

your belly is swimming with anxiety but you know you can’t back out now. you’re the only one in and his soft, “i’ll be a second.” is making your heart race.

“fuck,” you whisper, fingers wringing each other as you approach him. “hey remmy.”

he turns around with record speed and shakes his head at you.

“you’re not here to pick up the cookies are you, dove?”

you really wish you weren’t right now.

“if i say ‘no’, will you still give it to me and not tell sirius?”

remus gives you a gentle smile. out of all of sirius’ friends, you and remus were the closest. he always had your back and was always interested in what you did.

you watched a new movie? remus would love to hear about it. read a new book? give remus a review so he can read it too.

you were almost a little bit closer than him and sirius but that was partly because you and remus danced around the fact that you liked each other more than friends.

“do i get to know how long you’ve been partaking?”

you sigh, digging at your cuticles making remus frown. he reaches for your hands and squeezes them.

“about two years? maybe a little longer?”

he only nods, not wanting to say anything that can be interpreted as judgement.

“but no one knows rem. siri can’t find out- he’ll lose his shit.” you say and remus sighs.

sirius might lose his shit. he might not. he might lose his shit specifically if remus sells to you.

“we can make a deal okay? so he doesn’t find out.” you nod, hands shaking in remus’ and he really feels bad that your other dealer bailed.

but he also feels like this is a good time to act on his feelings for you. this predicament gives him an easy way into confessing and he can’t deny the opportunity.

“what kind of deal, remmy?”

he kisses your knuckles, “we’re gonna go out tomorrow night. someplace nice, just me and you. okay?”

you frown. “what kind of deal is that remmy? you don’t really get anything from that.”

remus chuckles, “of course i do, dove. i get the evening with you, in that pretty dress you bought last week.”

you give him a bashful smile and remus knows he’a on the right track.

“just me and you? and you don’t tell anyone?”

“my lips will be sealed. oh, and another thing,” you wait with baited breath as he leans over the counter into your space a little, “no going back to your other dealer.”

you nod, your eyes flitting to remus’ lips and then his eyes again. “no going back to my other dealer.” you repeat and he smiles, kissing your cheek before pulling away.

“let me bag up your cookies, dovey.”

[jgoddesstarot]

Pick-A-Pile: Autumnal Affection: How Will You Meet Your Future Spouse During The Fall Season?

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Pile 1

Tarot Cards: 9 of Wands, King of Pentacles, Queen of Swords, Ace of Swords, The High Priestess, 5 of Wands

Oracle Card: Rose Quartz: Open Up Your Heart

My dear Pile 1's, as autumn leaves begin to fall, a unique love story unfolds, painted with the warm hues of the season. Your reading opens with the 9 of Wands, signaling anticipation and resilience. It seems you've been through a tough journey in love, perhaps testing your faith in true companionship. But remember, my Pile 1's, perseverance is what shapes us and readies us for the love we truly deserve.

Next, the King of Pentacles graces your spread, embodying a partner who is reliable, practical, and grounded - a true reflection of Autumn's stability. This person brings not just love, but also a sense of security and consistency. You may meet this person in a setting related to work or financial endeavors, symbolizing their strong and dependable nature.

The Queen of Swords in your spread adds an exciting depth to your narrative. This card represents clear communication, independence, and intellectual energy. Your future spouse may be someone who admires your wit and engages you in stimulating conversations, a true meeting of minds.

The Ace of Swords, cutting through the autumn air, brings a fresh start, triumph over difficulties, and mental clarity. This suggests that your meeting might occur when you least expect it, when you've achieved clarity about what you want from a relationship. The High Priestess then steps in, asking you to trust your intuition. You'll feel a deep, unexplainable connection when you meet your future spouse.

The 5 of Wands hints at a bit of initial tension and competition, perhaps some playful banter and intellectual challenges that will stoke the fires of mutual attraction. And finally, the oracle card, Rose Quartz, calls for you to open your heart. This emotional crystal resonates with the heart chakra, promoting love, forgiveness, and healing.

In essence, my captivating Pile 1's, your autumnal affection will be a beautiful blend of resilience, intellectual companionship, intuitive connections, and heart-opening love. Your future spouse will be someone who matches your energy, challenges you, and provides a comforting sense of security. The journey might test your faith, but remember, it's all part of your path to deep, enduring love. So, brace yourself for a love as cozy as a warm autumn afternoon, as secure as the King of Pentacles, and as emotionally enriching as the Rose Quartz.

Pile 2

Tarot Cards: 7 of Pentacles, Judgement, The Hanged Man, 2 of Pentacles, Knight of Swords

Oracle Card: Children: Your love life is being affected by children

My intriguing Pile 2's, your journey to autumnal love starts with the 7 of Pentacles, signaling a time of patience and reflection. As the leaves fall, you are likely to find yourself evaluating your past relationships and learning from them. You're poised for growth, but remember, it will require time and patience, just as a seed requires time to sprout.

Then comes the Judgement card, hinting towards a spiritual awakening and renewed self-understanding. You might meet your future spouse during a moment of personal transformation, where you are ready to embrace a new phase of life. This meeting could be the result of a significant personal decision or a change in life direction.

The Hanged Man follows, signaling a change in perspective. In the context of love, this could mean stepping out of your comfort zone and looking at potential relationships from a different angle. Maybe your future spouse isn't someone you'd typically consider, but don't worry, this card assures you that this fresh perspective will be beneficial.

Up next is the 2 of Pentacles, suggesting a balance between multiple priorities. This card in your spread indicates that when you meet your future spouse, you may be juggling various aspects of your life, but your ability to balance makes you attractive. They will admire your resilience and how you manage life's ups and downs.

Finally, the Knight of Swords races into your reading, symbolizing that your future spouse will come into your life quickly and unexpectedly, perhaps during a community event or a sudden trip during the fall. You may first connect through spirited intellectual debates, a clear sign that you've found someone who can match your pace.

The Oracle card, Children, adds an intriguing twist. It suggests that children might play a critical role in how you meet your future spouse. Perhaps it's through a shared responsibility or a chance encounter at a children's event that you cross paths.

In conclusion, my captivating Pile 2's, your autumnal love story is one of patience, personal growth, new perspectives, dynamic balance, and rapid developments. Your future spouse will be someone who appreciates your complexities and matches your intellectual vigor. As you navigate this journey, remember to embrace the playful spirit of the Children card. Your autumnal affection calls for a love that is patient, transformative, balanced, and, most importantly, as exciting and unpredictable as a whirl of falling leaves.

Pile 3

Tarot Cards: Page of Wands, 2 of Cups, The Chariot, Page of Pentacles, The Fool, The Moon, Queen of Cups

Oracle Card: Deception: Someone is wearing a false self-mask in this relationship

My lovely Pile 3's, your autumnal journey of love begins with the charismatic Page of Wands. This card signifies enthusiasm and exploration. Your path to meeting your future spouse might be through an unexpected adventure or a passionate pursuit. This could be a new hobby or an exciting project that ignites your spirit.

Next, we have the 2 of Cups, a card that exudes mutual attraction and emotional bonding. It suggests that there may be an immediate connection when you encounter your future spouse. An emotionally charged moment could spark a profound bond that brings you two together.

The Chariot then gallops into your reading, bringing a sense of control and determination. It indicates that despite any obstacles that may stand in your way, your willpower and dedication will triumph. Your journey to find love may involve some challenges, but you have what it takes to overcome them.

The Page of Pentacles makes an appearance next, hinting at a tangible opportunity. Perhaps your future spouse comes into your life through a professional or financial endeavour. The Fool follows, suggesting that taking a leap of faith could lead you to your destined partner.

The mysterious Moon then rises in your reading, implying that things may not be as they seem. This is echoed by your Oracle card, Deception. It warns that someone may be presenting a false self. Be cautious and trust your intuition. Remember, through the deceptive darkness, the moon also provides illumination.

Finally, the Queen of Cups swims into your spread, symbolizing empathy, care, and emotional security. Your future spouse might be someone who provides emotional comfort and understands your deepest feelings.

In conclusion, my captivating Pile 3's, your autumnal affair is one of passion, emotional connections, determination, tangible opportunities, leaps of faith, intuition, and emotional security. The journey may involve some deception, but your intuition and emotional intelligence will guide you. Remember, the most vibrant autumnal colors come after the harshest changes. Embrace the journey with an open mind and heart.

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[pommunist]

Also the way they all got summarily kicked out just felt like him lashing out and punishing the workers for Léa's whistleblowing and the fans for daring to get outraged

Like "oh you think the actors should get paid for acting? Well now we're gonna have no actors at all! And they might never come back if we can't afford them! There! Are you happy now??"

Admittedly this is a very bad faith interpretation of something that could just be a simple over-correction out of panic, but like... furloughing your workers for an indefinite time without a warning is not a reasonable move actually!

Especially when you as their employer also refuse to even talk to them

It just comes across as a punishment for speaking up

Nobody treats anyone they actually respect like this, this is how people treat misbehaving dogs

And then when the workers understandably get tired of this bs and leave, he just kinda goes that's totally fine if they want to leave of their own free will! :D (yeah I'm sure it's fine with you...)

Sorry to all the Quackity fans, it's just that the more I think about this the worse it feels, even if it wasn't his conscious intent

- 🐧

Like if we’re going with what we are told which is : Q didn’t know anything about it and his trust was abused by some higher admins. Then shouldn’t people THANK Lea and everyone who spoke up for being able to put an end to this situation ?

Shouldn’t Q and the remaining non-assholes higher up’s first reflex be to get in contact with the whistleblower to understand what exactly they went through, because of who, etc ? How do you fix a problem if you won’t ask the victims what the problem is ?

And yeah genuinely the « Thanks everyone for the free work for months ! actually we may not be able to afford you guys so please put your life on hold a little more we MAY tell you whether u still have a job or not one day ! » vibe is so terrible. Like while we don’t know everyone’s exact age, the admins seem to be relatively young, like you’ve ask free labor from 20-something yo fans who could have used their time and energy studying, getting actual money from another job or just doing whatever they wanted instead.

Not even a Thank you or a Sorry in his last statement after Pomme and Dapper quit. Just something like « Some people have and will leave the project it’s ok it’s how it is » NOT IN THESE CONDITIONS ??? This is what you say when someone quits because they want to explore something new not because they are burnt out and ignored 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[on-a-lucky-tide]

(Eskel & Geralt, Eskel/Geralt if you squint; young wolves, first time with potions, Eskel's Canonical Strength with Signs; an interpretation. Rated: T)

His skull felt tight. Like it was closing in around his mind, a vice crushing his thoughts, his consciousness. The thundering rush in his ears made him feel dizzy and the heat under his skin made him feel skittish. His heart beat an erratic rhythm against his rib cage, and Eskel felt like he was spinning, but stuck. Rooted to the spot as the world crashed in around him, control slipping through his fingers, torn away by some unseen force.

Yet, beneath it all—beneath the terror, the burning—there was a rush. Something gleeful writhed around in his chest, desperate to get free even though he tried to press it down. Something wanted to burst out of him, break through his grip, burst forth into the world and—

They had said Thunderbolt was different from the others. It lets the monster out good and proper, Varin had slurred around the chipped rim of his mug the previous night. Some hate it, most deal with it, and then some sick fucks enjoy it a little too much. At that, Varin glanced at the large sword hanging over the fireplace. The one that Master Barmin used on those that weren’t safe to be let out on the Path.

The uneasiness had roiled in Eskel’s stomach for the rest of the evening until it had erupted in the bowl under his bed and Gweld had thrown a pillow at him in disgust—learn to hold yer liquor, Skel, fu-u-uck—before shoving his head under the remaining one.

Was Eskel a sick fuck? Was he one of those that they’d put down before letting the rest of his cohort onto the Path? Was that feeling—? Was it—?

“—he’s grunting like an animal—“

“Give him time. Thunderbolt’s always the hardest. Lad’s doing fine.”

There were others in the room; Master Vesemir, as Eskel belonged to his crop of trainees, and more than one mage. They were scared of what Thunderbolt would do to him. Eskel could smell their fear on the air even now, along with the fetid shit from the lavvies, the cooking meat in the kitchens, all of it made his stomach roil once more. The acidic, bitter taste hit the back of his throat, and every muscle pulled taut. Their muttering grew louder, bouncing around his head until it was an unintelligible crescendo.

“He’s losing control…”

“Easy, easy, let him go, let him try.” 

The second voice sounded less certain. The chattering grew louder, louder. The voices crushed in on him, pressing down, tightening the grip around his head. Heat. Pressure. Burning. 

The fire flooded down from his head, from his chest, swept down his arms, and swirled around his palms. Flames lapped his flesh, singed the hairs on the back of his arms; molten dragon fire poured from his palms.

“He’s—that’s—this needs to stop—“

“No, no, wait. Wait!”

A familiar voice. The first that didn’t feel like a lash against his mind, but a familiar caress. A voice that had drawn him out of the stupor following the Trial of Dreams. A voice that had rescued him from every nightmare, every fear, every uncertainty, since Eskel had first stumbled through the tall gates of the keep, bare foot and wide-eyed, clutching his only possession to his chest; a moth-eaten bedroll. 

Two strong hands shoved against his chest, insistent, repeated. “Wait! Wait, don’t! I can get him back!” 

The shoves became harder. Eskel wanted to shout out, to tell the voice that it wasn’t safe, that something was tearing it out of him and it would consume them both. But whatever it was, whatever darkness, had secured its grip around his throat and the words faded before they had even been born. All he could do then was surrender.

But if he surrendered, the beast would get free. It would devour him and everyone in its Path. Like hellfire.

“Eskel, c’mon! C’mon, move, you big oaf! Move!”

Oaf. 

Two boys splashing in the lake, Eskel cannon-balling and creating a tidal wave, “ahh, you coulda drowned me!” said in jest, a light-hearted slap of water, “big oaf,” said with love, with warmth, with trust. Trust that Eskel would never hurt him. Could never. 

“C’mon, Eskel. Come back to me. Don’t you dare fuckin’--don’t you dare leave me, Eskel.”

A hand in his as they stared at a tall, foreboding door, their fates unknown. Those spindly fingers, callused from swords and chores, squeezed as firmly as they could. “Don’t you dare leave me,” whispered, desperate and fearful, and Eskel squeezed back, “I won’t.” 

A promise kept. 

Eskel went lax. He stumbled. His back hit a door which gave way behind him. The ground underfoot became slippery, like mineral grease on a steel blade.

A rush of cold flooded in, washing the brimstone away, water drops like pins against the searing heat of his skin. He fell. They fell. Because, just as the cold stone connected with Eskel’s rear, a heavy, warm weight fell on his front. 

The pin needles turned to rain drops.

It was raining.

Hot breath puffed over his lips, a solid pressure against his forehead, a brush against his nose.

Eskel opened his eyes. 

The faded grey light melted away, and two orbs of melted gold gazed into his. “There you are.”

Geralt.

“Don’t speak, it’s okay, I’ve got you.”

Eskel must have said it out loud. He leaned back and looked down. There was steam rising from his hands, hot where they rested against the slick flagstones of the courtyard. There were blurry figures standing in the doorway of the laboratory, the colours of their robes melded into one, anxious voices swimming in and out.

His body felt alien, detached. Like he was pulling it back on after someone else had worn it. “What… happened?” he managed to rasp, the words flowing from his throat like gravel.

Geralt took his face in wet fingers, tips tracing the trail of boyish stubble to the hinge of his jaw. “Nearly had a bigger storm than the mages predicted. It’s fine though. Thunder’s always followed by rain, right?” 

Geralt pressed his forehead to Eskel’s again, they shared the same deep breaths, grounded in each other, their hammering pulses slowing, quietening in the lull of comfort. 

Eskel knew then that Geralt had saved his life. If Eskel couldn’t control himself on Thunderbolt, he wouldn’t be leaving Kaer Morhen. It was too much of a risk. 

“You could have… I could have…” Eskel choked out, the vision of Geralt consumed in flames of his making flooding his mind.

“You could never,” Geralt replied, his voice a soft, the touch on Eskel’s face wandering, as if seeking reassurance that he was still intact. “Not you. Not ever.”

Eskel could see himself in Geralt’s wide eyes. Black hair plastered to his skull, the rain dripping from his wide brow and nose, his own eyes sunken with fear. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” “Nothin’, nothin’s wrong with you, you’re jus’ Eskel. We’ll get through this. You and me. Like always. We’ll try again, and… and you’ll get it. Then we’ll, we’ll walk out together on the Path, like we always planned, yeah?”

Eskel could hear the hope in Geralt’s voice, but he could see the fear in his eyes–fear of losing Eskel, fear of going it all alone, fear that he wouldn’t be strong enough to get them through–and Eskel knew he couldn’t fail.

“Yeah,” he whispered back, letting his eyes fall shut so he could bask in the chill of the rain and the gentle warmth of Geralt’s touch. “Together.”

[deeper-x-deeper]

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[wqnwoos]

saw the soulmate au poll and 👀👀

just like. my thoughts so:

honestly the whole "they will love you no matter what bc You're destined" is a lil awkward cause of the whole free will to choose vs security in fate thing goin on there

but like other interpretations i've seen recently are more like "you are destined to be in each other's lives now take it from here, do what you want, or don't" is a lil more complex cause like it can be any kind of relationship yknow? something as simple as passing by each other and saying hi or going on some drawn out mission that ends with the two protecting each other etc etc.

i think one of my fav aus are the ones where whatever someone draws or writes on themselves will show up on the other in the same spot bc imagine you're going about your day and someone's cheat sheet shows up on your hand but you're in the same class. or you see lil doodles or an intricate art piece spread across your hand like dang

NO I GET U i think it can come across as a little constricting or restricting in that sense!! but i also think that’s where a lot of the angst crops up,,,, so fictionally it’s great! realistically it would make me want to d*e!

ooooo that is also so interesting bc i have no strong feelings abt the writing on the arms one — i think they’re cute, but not much thought past that BUT i know a lot of people agree w u! and the way u framed it w/ the cheat sheet scenario is actually super cute 😭😭

[lastwave]

Hello, if you have the energy, time and will, would you expand on the recent post you made on how people in fandom talk about the skills and how harry feels about them? Like, what kind of things people say are hurtful/inaccurate/uncomfortable, in relation to disco elysium?

I do not mean to pressure you to educate me on this topic, as it is not the responsibility of the affected to educate unknowing people just because they are affected, of course. I just have not found many sources discussing the microaggression regarding the way some people talk about the skillset in disco elysium and the way that they might differ from the general microsaggression about psychosis and systems.

I ask this because I am curious about the way other people experience the world (though I know I will not always get my curiosity sated and this might be a selfish reason) and I want to know what not to do or say in talks about the skillset or in depictions of the skillset in art or writing. I want to be able to discuss and use the skillset as a game mechanic, narrative device and characters in a way that minimizes harm to marginalized groups. I also know that venting or talking about frustrations can sometimes help make one feel better, (but I also know that that depends on the person, problem and the relationship between the venter and the person listening) so maybe this can help relieve some feelings? Those are my intentions with this ask.

I apologize if my careful wording is too overly careful or if this question in other ways causes you unnecessary strife. I just try to be a careful person when it comes to these topics. If you'd rather only respond to me personally instead of the ask, feel free to message me. Whatever way you wanna handle this, if it be publicly as a post, a private message or if you do not feel like you want to answer at all.

Whatever you choose, I wish you the best day that you can have today. Kind regards, Chromatophorium

hiii thank u for asking!

im gonna preface the system bit with whether or not harry & his skills are a system is never explicitly stated, so take this all with a grain of salt

the rest is under the readmore so i don't clog up peoples dashboards

so what gets me is a lot of works imply the skills are less as people than Harry. i understand where the assumption comes from tho, because a lot of media likes to purport the idea of an "original" alter, which isn't how the disorder works. harry is the current host, and he identifies with the body, but the host isn't any more or less person than the other alters.

& we know the skills have independent thought from harry and their own, even if some (or a lot) of them share similar goals (see electrochemistry and volition, two very different personalities w/ different thoughts on how to go about things, but share a goal of keeping the system experiencing joy, though echem has considerably worse coping mechanisms). hell, they even have different political affiliations (see different routes) and a method of coming to a consensus on information (thought cabinet.)

and, as implied in the name, the skills have different talents from harry. *harry's* talent is connecting with people. i interpret the red checks with other skills as trying to let another alter front. i know ive had moments where i've had to let a way more socially adept alter take over. this would be a slightly different conversation if he was implied to be polyfragmented, but hes not soo.

that's why im less inclined to believe theyre a delusion or supernatural thing (shivers excluded, shes definitely supernatural), bc on the most part the skills just act like people, and all display signs of did/osdd (amnesia, distinct personalities, dissociation, etc.) if u want i can make a separate post going into individual skills and how i think they fit how certain alters form, but thats off topic

ANYWAY. it irks me when people boil the skills down to "this is the one that wants good things and this is the one that wants silly things and this is the one that wants bad things" bc it really falls easily into the negative stereotypes applied to systems & by extension psychotic people

[peachyhours]

Do u also write for treasure yandere?🥺

Yandere!Treasure as your boyfriend

A/N :: I was so excited to write this since I love Treasure, so I hope you like it 🤍

♡ Hyunsuk

↝ Overprotective

- These yanderes are usually close to their love interest.

- Hyunsuk might not realize himself that he is yandere because he thinks of his actions as just being protective, not overprotective.

- He loves having you depend on him and might keep you at his side under the excuse that he is protecting you.

- Like the clingy type, he is okay with just being by your side but if he feels like you will get "hurt" in any way he will cross the border and become more than just overprotective.

- He is always worried about where you're going and with who, he always checks on you to see if you're okay and asks you tons of questions.

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♡ Jihoon

↝ Violent

- Believing that if words don't work, stronger methods must be employed.

- Jihoon doesn't fear to smack his darling or even hit or kick you a few times just.

- Domestic Violence yandere characters do so, having employed other methods, out of a belief that their relationship can be significantly improved as a result of that smack or a few punches or kicks.

- He doesn't really realize that he's causing you a lot of pain mentally and physically, he thinks it creates a stronger relationship and it's his way of showing emotions.

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♡ Yoshi

↝ Stalker

- These types of yanderes usually never get a chance to win their love interest's affection. They watch at the side lines and admire their love interest from a far.

- Yoshi could at the end of a series be revealed to be the mastermind for the main character's misfortune. He tend to be the "creepy" type.

- If you never find out about it, he won't have an impact on your life as he barely never talk to you.

- He stalk you online, in your house and everywhere you go, he dedicates all his free time to you.

- He loves photography so his main hobby is taking pretty pictures of you.

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♡ Junkyu

↝ Clingy

- These yanderes as you can tell by the name are clingy. And by clingy I mean super clingy.

- Junkyu can always be found right next to you and rarely never leave your side.

- He is really close to you and tend to be the most childish yandere.

- He is fine by just being by your side but if someone comes and tries to take that spot away his yandere feelings awaken.

- He might become a little bit aggressive if someone tries to take you away from him.

- He needs constent attention and physical touch, it's almost oppressing.

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♡ Mashiho

↝ Isolating

- Desiring their love interest to be with them literally always, these yandere characters lock up or even tie up their love interest to keep them around.

- Mashiho wants you to never wander from his side. He will eventually tie you to himself.

- Although he is seen by many as insanely clingy, he's just never satisfied with the amount of time he spend with you.

- He wants to be the only person you give attention to and will do anything to make it happen, Isolating yandere can be violent or harmless. Mashiho is harmless.

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♡ Asahi

↝ Delusional

- Delusional yanderes are unreasonable and stubborn to a fault.

- Asahi believes from the bottom of his heart that his darling does love him, twisting everything to serve as evidence for this.

- Whether it’s a small sign of kindness that he interprets as requited love, or even a passing glance on the street, anything and everything is used to validate his delusions.

- There’s no possible way you hate him, there must be another explanation for it that isn’t related to his behavior. This is how a delusional might think.

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♡ Jaehyuk

↝ Self sacrifice

- Desiring to save their love interest from bullets, or even just their children's dirty diapers, these yandere characters will give of their time, their desires, and work for whatever their love interest wants.

- Jaehyuk is willing to do almost anything for the good of his darling and the relationship.

- He sees self giving and self sacrifice as essential to a relationship and he pushes himself to do it more and better.

- He loves you so much that your happiness is more important to him than his.

- He will spend all his life trying to make yours better, he isn't scared of anyone and will most likely kill himself if you want to leave him.

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♡ Yedam

↝ Harmless

- Seeking to bring joy and fulfillment to your life, Yedam takes care of all of your needs.

- He might even give up marrying you, so that you can date whomever you wish to.

- Often times depicted as having his kindness and devotion being taken advantage of, Yedam really just need you to look out for his best interests in order to form a great relationship.

- The only thing that matters to him is your happiness and will make sure that no one is bothering you.

- He is very similar to the worshipper yandere but is so nice that he wouldn't hurt you or people you love.

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♡ Doyoung

↝ Manipulative

- These yanderes as their name suggest control the person of their affection. Their love interest might actually love them already or that is what they make them believe.

- Doyoung manipulates you in any way, shape or form.

- To make you fall I love with him if you aren't already, he will persuade you and make you think that you are dependent on him.

- Once he notices you start to fall for him he will use the push and pull method or even be with another person to make you jealous.

- He will not be satisfied until he feel that you love him as much as he does.

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♡ Haruto

↝ Sadistic

- These yanderes have a strong desire to "break" their love interest.

- As the name suggests Haruto is sadistic in nature and has a fixation on corrupting or damaging his "pure/perfect" darling.

- He causes physical harm to his love interest because in his head it's his way of showing affection. 

- He wants to mentally and physically break you by being mean, violent, unloyal...

- He likes to see you suffer and being pathetic, it shows him that you're weak and dependent on him.

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♡ Jeongwoo

↝ Possessive

- These yanderes would like to own their love interest. Literally own them.

- Jeongwoo treats you as his favorite doll that he always keeps with him.

- He absolutely can't stand the idea of anyone touching or even making eye contact with his "property".

- He is the kind that make their darling stay at home and forbid them from going outside.

- He will eventually use force to get what they want.

- He is just overly jealous and want to keep you for him only.

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♡ Jungwhan

↝ Worshipper

- Having an aggrandized opinion of their love interest, these yandere characters see themselves as insignificant compared to their love interest.

- Jungwhan may even compare himself to inanimate objects, such as tools for his darling use.

- He may allow you to marry someone else, for he is unworthy of his darling's attentions and affections.

- He is also like the self-sacrifice type yandere and would eventually sacrifice himself for you.

- He reacts negatively, perhaps even aggressively to those who do not respect his love interests greatness.

[inkdemonapologist]

Another Sammy x Grant thing, is that i think it works best as a cycle ship bc i can totally see ink!sammy being able to convince ink!grant to join his cult, and after all, theres nothing more romantic than sacrificing a poor sheep/waster to the Dark Lord together!

OMG........

This is the point where I feel like you can do whATEVER U WANT LMAO because there is no ink Grant. We don’t know what became of him or what he might be in Ink Hell. Is he a lost one? A butcher clone? Some as yet unrevealed toon? We have zero idea and that means it’s free real estate!! LET UR HEART RUN WILD AND FREE, ANON

While I do suspect Grant and Sammy would need some shared idea or entity to believe in, for the way I tend to interpret him, I’m not sure Sammy would find sacrifice a romantic date idea once the ink has started to mess with him, (unless you’re the one he’s sacrificing maybe). Sammy wants to be the one who’s noticed when it comes to the moment of sacrifice; he appoints himself a Prophet even though the Ink Demon himself has shown no acknowledgement of this title, and while of course he insists that his lord will set “us” free, there’s sort of an implied… cruelty in “love requires sacrifice” combined with “can I get an amen?” I know we’ve heard those lines so many times that they’re memes now, but I think they’re so iconic because they’re really evocative of the mindset of a cruel religious leader; in the midst of hardship, he reminds those who follow him that if they really love their lord, if they want to be part of the “us” that will be saved, then they will sacrifice. It’s manipulative. He writes on the walls about sheep coming to slaughter and it’s ambiguous whether that’s a warning or a promise or a threat. All this to say that I don’t think Sammy’s looking for an equal partner in this desperate place – he may look after the lost ones, and they may genuinely value him as a source of hope, but he’s ultimately looking to secure his spot next to his Lord and save himself.

Which isn’t to say you couldn’t get some fun messed-up relationship dynamics out of Grant’s loyalty and usefulness being enthusiastically praised by the leader of his cult. But Sammy’s eyes are on his Lord, not Grant. It’s possible he could fall in love with someone, and that those feelings could begin to finally challenge his obsessive focus, but I think it would be so hard to be more than a means to an end to Ink Sammy, more than just a fleeting affectionate feeling that can’t matter more than the Demon. Sammy’s using up so much of his emotional energy deceiving himself, I don’t know how much he has left to offer another person in authentic emotional vulnerability unless he’s freed from the Demon.

[meowzfordayz]

hi! i would really love to send an emergency request. my brother has been being horrible to me again-- i dont know how comfortable you are with ranting though so ill just say he said something really horrible about my depression diagnosis and i keep thinking about it. if you can, (and i totally understand if you cant!! i know this character isnt written about often, so he might be difficult to write for. u do so much for so many people so dont feel bad at all if you ignore this or put it off for a while <3 ) i would really appreciate anything platonic relating to rui :,) i dont know if its weird, but i find a lot of rui's emotions with family sort of similar to mine. whenever i think about him, it helps me sort through my own stuff. i dont know if that made sense either, but im trying to say i would love if you can write about the reader being a big sibling reader to rui / comforting him, but idm if you do somwthing else too. thank u sm for reading this too, i again understand if you dont want to write this

have a really great day <3

Heyo darling. 💗 I'm as comfortable as you are: in other words, rant as much or as little as you need (feel free to do so in my DMs, if that feels safer for you?). I hope my interpretation of your request fits your vision/helps you sort through your own stuff — even if just the tiniest bit. ☺️

Author’s Note: my neck hurts. That is all. 😆

we’ll be okay!

Rui x Reader

Word Count: ~1,000

CW: familial, traumatic references

~faqs~

“Rui?” you knock tentatively on his door, your ear pressed against its wooden frame, eyebrows furrowed at the faint sound of muffled sniffling.

“I’m f-fine,” a low snarl responds.

“May I come in?”

“No.”

“Please?” you persist, knowing he usually takes a couple nudges.

You’re met with silence, albeit, not uncomfortably so. This routine is as disappointing as it is familiar — as heart aching as it is heart bonding. Disappointment, not in him, but in the circumstances people fracturing, jabbing, dissolving his weary innocence; familiar in its consistency and relentlessness. Heart aching as you acknowledge your own distance, unable to pry the root from its poisoned soil; heart bonding as you still try to dig just a little deeper, just a little closer, just a little harder, every time the routine resets, replays, continues.

“I said no,” he grunts, even as he unlocks his door, footsteps retreating quickly back to—you assume—his bed, letting you decide whether to enter or flee.

You enter, of course. You always enter.

Regardless of how steadily you brace yourself, you’re never fully prepared for the sight of his sickly, dour form haunched and moping; his patchwork, handwoven quilt draped loosely over his thin shoulders. You understand he wishes he could be anywhere but here, motionless beneath the quiet weight of lingering expectation — of all consuming failure. You also understand he doesn’t know how. Doesn’t know how to grapple with his self proclaimed burden; doesn’t know how to break the surface of his distorted perception of self worth and self respect; doesn’t know how to be anywhere else. He amazes you, truly. Your younger, softer, guarded brother. Your Rui. How incredibly cruel and powerful, mesmerizing and devastating, that he has to feel such controlled anger — such rigid turmoil.

“May I sit?” you shuffle toward his bed.

“Whatever.”

His sole method of invitation, really, so — you sit: wordlessly turning on his bedside lamp, tucking his quilt under his cold toes, making a mental note to bring his dirty dishes to the kitchen when you leave. His gaze follows your movements. Judgemental. Grateful.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you finally murmur.

Typically, his answer is another No, but you ask nonetheless. Just in case he ever says Yes.

“They got mad at me.”

You blink away your shock. He’s rarely so forthcoming.

“I just wanted to help.”

Ah.

“I know I’m frail.”

You know better than to explicitly point out his glistening eyes, opting to hold out your arm—your sleeve—to him instead.

“But I- I want to be strong.”

His voice wavers as he accepts your sympathy, patting at his tears, dampening your shirt.

“How can I be strong when I’m forced to do nothing?” he scowls, “If practice makes perfect, then I want to practice. I want to-” he bites at his tongue, barely restraining a strangled sob, “I want them to see me. Not just who they wish I was, but who I am.”

“I see you, Rui,” you whisper.

Because you know that They do see you isn’t what he needs to hear. Perhaps when he’s more lucid. Calm. Unrattled. But certainly not now. Not when you can sense the freshness of his despair, the relapse of his doubt and deprecation. It’s difficult, being his older sibling, because remaining impartial without alienating him is… a fragile, fickle task. You’re conscious of his pain, his frustration, and are loathe to invalidate or dismiss him. And yet, your parents’ approach resonates with you as well. Rui is frail. Undeniably frail. Especially as you observe his trembling, hawkish stare. So frantic to be tough. So impatient. So bright. How do you encourage his resilience without physically overexerting or endangering him? How do you guide his earnest determination without accidentally extinguishing it?

“I know you do,” he grumbles, “That’s why I’m yours. You listen.”

His trust, his claim, in you warms you. Chills you. Reminds you of your responsibility as the eldest. To protect and nurture the youngest — to inspire and relinquish him. You advocate for him. Suggest allowing him to shadow you as you do your chores; run errands; go out with smaller groups of friends. But your parents are reluctant, afraid, of worst-case-scenario consequences.

“So you’re going to coddle him until he dies miserably and alone and safe?” you’d asked them during a particularly heated conversation.

That night, Rui’d been the one to knock on your door, unaware of why you were muttering—loudly—to yourself. Unaware of how pissed off, how terrified, you were for his future. Crawling into bed beside you, wrapping his fatigued hands around your tensed fingers.

“Don’t worry. We’ll be okay!” he’d declared, splintering your heart further.

You were supposed to reassure him. You were supposed to be the older, wiser, grounded, sibling.

“Thank you Rui,” you’d mumbled sheepishly, kissing his forehead.

“I’m sleeping here,” he’d nodded firmly.

And who were you to deny your younger brother? You’d fallen asleep with his cheek on your chest, forgetting to brush your teeth or change into your pajamas, cherishing the brief reprieve from the incessant reality of Rui’s health.

“Are you hungry? How about we wash your dishes, cook something for dinner, and I’ll sleep here tonight?”

Dim excitement stirs in his expression, his tone almost childish—almost normal, because damn it He is a child—as he smiles hesitantly.

“But what if-”

“I’m sure they won’t mind. We’ll be home after all.”

Rui’s smile stretches to a grin, bitterness shoved aside at the prospect of feeling wanted. Of getting to be strong.

“Love you, [y/n].”

“I love you too, Rui,” you ruffle his hair, chuckling at its tangled strands.

His mouth opens, closes, opens again. You’re patient. Unhurried as you stack his dishes. Fond as you wait for his gentle affection.

“Thank you. You’re the best older sibling.”

“I’m the only older sibling,” you retort playfully.

“Whatever.”

Truthfully, you love when he rolls his eyes at you — when he permits himself to just… be your younger brother. To be young. To be Rui.

[thegettingbyp2]

Hiii! So glad ur writing for Aaron again. I really love Joshua Bassett's song "Different" and honestly I think Aaron would like it too. Could you base something off the lyrics please?

There's a lyric that goes

"I'm back in your arms but everything's changed, now we've been to hell and back again"

and i think that would be really good? Idk if you'd interpret it as smut but whatever you wanna do with it! And I really dig how you made your own mini universe thing with never meet your heros so like I think it would be cute for this. (Again all up to u I'm not the most creative LOLOL)

Hell and Back

A/N: I don't know this song but I've tried my best so I hope you enjoy!

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You knew that being so far away from Aaron was going to be hard; but you never thought that it was going to be this hard. You were coming up to your two-year anniversary and you hadn’t physically seen him in 7 months. With the both of you working on Broadway or in the West End, it was hard for you both to get time off to see each other so your relationship was currently limited to phone calls and facetimes whenever you got the chance and it was killing you.

The long-distance was proving hard for both of you, with arguments springing up about the smallest things and, you would never tell Aaron this, but most nights, you ended up crying yourself to sleep, fearing that the two of you were drifting apart too much. However, tonight, even though you weren’t arguing per se, you were feeling defeated.

‘I think that’s too long! We’ve already gone 7 months without seeing each other, and now you want to go for another 3?! Aaron that’s going to be almost a year since we saw each other and I don’t know if I can do that!’

‘I know, baby, but I don’t think we have any other choice. That’s the closest time I can get off and you’ve just started rehearsals for Wicked and there’s no way you can miss that,’ Aaron replied as you sat on your sofa, propping your phone against a couple of books that were sitting on your coffee table so you could still see Aaron on your screen.

‘Do you really think we can do this though?’ you asked, sighing heavily when you realised that he was making a good point. ‘Because I’m not sure that we can keep going on the odd ten-minute facetime whenever we both happen to be free and with the time difference.’ Your voice broke at the end of the sentence as you felt tears pool in your eyes and you were quick to look down at your hands, not wanting Aaron to see.

It was breaking your heart, having to talk and think like this, you loved Aaron with your whole heart and you really didn’t want to break up with him, but you could feel yourself reaching your breaking point and you knew that you wouldn’t survive it if you let it break on its own.

‘(Y/N), what are you trying to say?’ Aaron asked cautiously, worry filling his face.

‘I’m saying that I don’t think we can go another three months like this, and we’d be stupid to try,’ you began, looking back at your screen, tears dripping freely down your face. ‘If we keep this up, it’s just going to hurt us both more at the end.’

‘Yes, we can. Baby, it’s only three months and then I can come over there and - ’

‘Aaron, come on,’ you interrupted, ‘every time we talk at the moment we fight and then act as if nothing happened and we can’t carry on like that.’

‘Don’t do this,’ Aaron whispered brokenly, tears beginning to fall from his eyes.

‘I love you so much. That’s why I have to do this, if I don’t, we’ll end up hating each other and I never want that to happen. I’m going to go and I think it’ll be best if we don’t talk for a while, okay?’

‘No, (Y/N), just listen, please,’ his voice cut out abruptly as you ended the call, knowing that if you stayed on the phone any longer, you’d let him talk you out of it. Now sitting in the suddenly silent room, you let everything that had just happened catch up to you and before you knew it, you were laying on your sofa, sobbing.

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It had been a week since you’d broken up with Aaron and you hadn’t brought yourself to leave your house once. You hurt, you physically hurt. You’d always thought that Aaron was the one; that you’d get married and have kids, and you couldn’t wait for that. So, to have that swept out from under you? You felt like your world was crashing down around you.

When you heard a knock at your door, you couldn’t help but be relieved when you thought about how you managed to shower and wash your hair today. Expecting it to be your new director, you were quick to answer the door, but you stilled when you saw Aaron standing in front of you.

He looked terrible. He looked exhausted, as though he hadn’t slept for the past week. Upon seeing him, your eyes filled with tears and you felt your knees threaten to give out from underneath you. Quickly, Aaron crossed the threshold and gathered you into his arms, propping you up against his body as he gently closed the door. You let your tears fall down your face, neither of you saying a word as Aaron lowered you to sit on the bottom step of your stairs. Crouching down in front of you, he guided your head up until you were looking at him, brushing your tears away as fast as they were falling, not bothering to wipe his own.

‘What are you doing here?’ you voice was shaky. ‘I thought I said - ’

‘You really think I was going to let you leave it at that?’ he asked, chuckling softly through his tears. ‘I hopped on the first flight I could, so I could make this right.’

‘There’s nothing to make right, Aaron,’ you replied, exhausted with having the same conversation over and over again. ‘It’s going to be exactly the same when you go back to New York and - ’

‘I’m not going back to New York.’

His words brought everything to a standstill. Your face must have shown your confusion as you tried to process what he’d just said because he took both of your hands in his and sat cross-legged in front of you.

‘I’m moving here. Obviously, I’ll have to go back to New York to sort my things out but then I’m moving here. Permanently. When I got on the plane to come here, all I was thinking was that I couldn’t lose you. Nothing was worth more to me than you and I’m not prepared to give you up before I at least tried to fight for us.’ When you didn’t respond, he carried on. ‘I haven’t found a place yet, but I can stay in a hotel until I do and I’m going to spend every single second proving to you that this can work.’

There was something about his words, the determination in his voice that showed you just how much he meant it and you felt hope fill your chest.

‘You’re staying here.’

‘Yeah, baby,’ he said softly, smiling gently at you. ‘I’ll find a place and then - ’

‘No, you’re staying here. You’re going to move in here. With me.’

You watched as he breathed a sigh of relief and a smile flooded his features. All of a sudden, you were being pulled off of the step and into his lap. You were quick to wrap your arms and legs around him like you were a koala as you buried your head in his neck. One of his arms wrapped around you as the other cupped the back of your head, holding you against him as he pressed kisses to the side of your head.

You don’t know how long you were sitting there, just holding onto each other, but the lyrics to one of your favourite songs popped into your head and you couldn’t help but smile when you thought of how fitting it was:

I’m back in your arms but everything’s changed, now we’ve been to hell and back again.

[squid-ink-symphony]

hey i saw a post where you were talking about ships.. Uh.

callie x agent 3.

discuss.

please..

we need all the exposure we can get there are 5 of us.

we are very lonely.

NO BUT LIKE I LOVE THIS SHIP

ALONG WITH 4 X MARIE

LIKE IVE SEEN CALLIE AND AGENT 3 ART BEFORE AND ITS LITERALLY SO GOOD

i didnt wanna mention idol x agent ships in my post cuz sometimes ppl get all defensive about it like "erm well actually the agent is canonically a child and-" shut up. shut. up. they are whatever age you want them to be. they are literally a self insert for the player. plenty of ppl have agent ocs who are adults. it just varies from person to person and their headcanons.

but then i got an ask (that i already deleted) accusing me of being a proshipper bcuz apparently 3 x neo 3 is problematic bcuz its "power imbalance?" and like.. ig yeah that could be an issue irl w ur boss taking advantage of u. but like..... thats.... clearly not what im talking about???

so may as well discuss idol x agent ships as well lol

3 x callie is like. top tier. its so good. like you just know 3 and callie would goof around together. especially the splat 1 version of 3??? like their dynamic would be top tier. and i just know 3 would whisper stuff to callie and they would giggle about it and refuse to tell anyone else what they are laughing about. and i am always a rarepair enjoyer. like. its so good. (i ship callie x marina x pearl so you know im masochistic when it comes to my ships)

AND 4 X MARIE??? i know this one is a bit more well known but i love it. i dont know if i would ship my main agent 4 with my main interpretation of marie, but like another version of them? yes. it works so well. marie is literally in love w 4.

BUT OK ANOTHER RAREPAIR: 4 x callie. i know everyone loves 3 x 8 cuz blah blah 8 beat up mind controlled 3. but ??? 4 beat up mind controlled callie and we got NOTHING from the fandom. im mostly a 4 x 8 shipper at heart but this is another one i rlly like. i just know 4 would try to show off by picking smth heavy up or doing some cool trick only to fail miserably. and callie would be able to do it first try.

and i have even more opinions on different idol ships and combos but uhh thats for another day when someone wants to listen to my ramblings lol

anyway in conclusion i love rarepairs and pretty much every splat ship so yeah feel free to talk to me about them any time. i love figuring out character dynamics and all that. also everyone has such good designs everyone looks good together. also just like. non romantic pairs as well. like ppl who have sibling dynamics. ppl who are clearly in a qpr. ppl who are besties. apprentice and mentor dynamics. i just think every splat character is so interesting on their own that pretty much every combination is top tier. and like. things dont have to mutually exclusive when it comes to relationships. im a multipshipper.

and i think the same goes for other dynamics. like in my mind one version of neo 3 and 3, 3 sees neo like a younger sibling and spoils them and doent want what happened to 3 to happen to neo. in another version 3 sees neo like a younger version of them and tries to toughen them up and neo sees it as unfair and there is angst while 3 has to confront everything they went thru and if it was even fair for them to have gone thru it. cuz in their mind ofc its ok to do this to neo, its what 3 did to become the way they are. in another version they are just besties. in another version they are dating. in another version they have a competitive love/hate relationship and argue a lot about whos better.

LIKE THINGS DONT HAVE TO JUST BE ONE WAY!! i like exploring different stuff and seeing everyones takes on them!!!!!

so yeah come talk to me about splat characters im very normal i swear :)))

[the-no-name-system]

Regressuary Idea

So, I haven't made any official prompt lists or themes this year for Regressuary, as I wanted to go easy on myself so I'm only writing what I can and what I want, at my own pace. But I had this thought about prompts, and don't want to wait until next year to use it, so I present to you...The ABC's of AgeRe!

Bascially, every letter of the alphabet has a word/phrase attached, and you can relate that word to your story however you'd like! Since there are 28 days in February and only 26 letters of the alphabet, the last two days are up to interpretation! They could be "Amnesty" days, where you catch up on what you missed, they could be free days, where you write whatever you want, they could be repeats of your favorite word/concept, or they could just be days where you rest and regroup from the challenge!

If there's a word/phrase on here that I think might be a little vague or obscure (whatever I use for 'X' comes to mind...;P) I'll add a definition, but feel free to use different words, and don't be afraid to look up definitions if I didn't provide them!

Now, without further ado, the list!

A - Adventure

B - Baby

C - Crafts

D - Dress-Up

E - Excitement

F - Father

G - Growing Up

H - Hugs

I - Instant

J - Jokes

K - Kisses

L - Lullaby

M - Mother

N - Naps

O - Others

P - Prince/Princess

Q - Quest

R - Running

S - Sleeping

T - Tantrum

U - Understanding

V - Venting

W - Wanting

X - Xes (to cross out or mark with or as if with an x)

Y - You

Z - Zoomies