#just..chicken scratch bullshit

[seldompathic]

Artblock. Again.

[yaoiplug]

i recorded my dog while she was having some issues like just to show the vet once we get there but my phone decided to turn off in that moment and didn't save the video 😜

[quarterlifekitty]

ok but what happens if/when Simon’s down for the count after a rough op, and it’s more than a little while until his worried nonverbal gf is allowed to see him. does soap step up? make sure she’s taken care of until Simon recovers? reassure her than Simon will be ok in the end? i MUST know, desperate to find out how this affects their dynamic

(Note: I’m gonna start referring to reader as selectively mute because I was made aware that this is a more accurate description!)

So, to be quite clear, I think she can take care of herself. She’s a whole adult. Simon knows this, and Soap does too. But the real question is what bullshit is Soap’s hindbrain telling him?

It’s that her mate’s down for the count and as a fellow pack member, he’s responsible for stepping up to provide. But he’s trying his best not to crowd!! He knows his LT would kick his ass for that. So he’s dropping by once a day, telling her exactly where he’ll be and when in case she needs him, and says to call him any time, for any reason at all.

She’s just nodding and humming affirmatively occasionally, and she leads him around the house. Eventually he figures out that she’s bringing him stuff to bring for Simon— because Soap is in his unit, he can visit, but civilians like her can’t (live in my magical reality where this is how the military works for a sec). He thinks she looks like a pretty bird— gathering up the best of the nesting things for her man.

He’ll ask if she wants him to stick around for a while, and she doesn’t say anything, but he can see her grind her teeth a bit. And it’s like another little pin inside the lock of his mind clicks into place.

“Know what, bonnie? Dinnae feel like goin’ out today, actually. Errands sound like a fuckin’ ballache right now. Gonna stick around if y’dinnae mind.”

He orders dinner for the two of them— there are some menus stuck on the fridge that have some highlights and underlines in them. There’s a little asterisk and a note in Ghost’s chicken scratch. Safe foods (haha what if I said she had food anxiety too. Then what heehee). So he just orders a few things— he’s a trash can, more than happy to eat whatever she doesn’t want. Puts on a movie he remembers— some ghibli-type thing that was relaxing enough to put her to sleep when they watched it during movie night.

The true mark of progression in their relationship? He keeps blabbing, sure, but he doesn’t try to placate her with words. He just keeps the little activities coming so the time can pass without her noticing.

And Simon doesn’t even have to ask to know that Soap’s been looking after you. He smells like you. That brown sugar milk tea kinda smell.

“How’s my birdie? You been keepin’ her good company, Johnny?”

“You know it only takes her about a day to finish a thousand piece puzzle? Too fuckin’ smart, she is.” Simon chuckles to himself.

“Good man.”

[illegiblehandwriting1]

this entire exchange is reminding me of when little kids have to get bundled up when it's cold out and they're so bundled up they can't move and you can't see an inch of skin. that's what it reminds me of.

GUYS LEGEND'S WEARING PANTS REAL NOT CLICKBAIT

he's not happy about it, but his legs have been thoroughly covered :D

[wannaeatramyeon]

Gun Park x Reader: Passing notes

G/N. Cute, short, fluffy!! HNH-Days. Masterlists

HNH Exec meetings are luckily few and far between.

Yet everytime the traumatic hours-long event arrives, you can't help but wish for someone to fatally maim you just so you have an excuse to not go.

These corporate freaks, to your complete non-surprise, love the sound of their own voice. They talk about grand plans and takeovers and quarterly results and four-year-ops and you can feel your brain cells dying in real time.

Perhaps you can throw yourself out the window instead. That would be a far better alternative to having to sit through this.

As someone launches into yet another presentation, you glance around at the attendees. You're in terrible company.

Professional, business-driven psychopaths who will stab you in the back just to climb the corporate ladder, and actual psychopaths that will literally stab you and enjoy it.

You're sandwiched between the worst of both worlds.

To your left is a Charles Choi sycophant with too big an ego and an inferiority complex, and bursting at the seams to talk about how well his division is doing and annual turnover and all the people he's fired to increase the share price.

To your right is... Well, it's Gun Park.

How he has the patience to sit through this, you'll never know.

Though as you watch Gun, you realise that even he is human. His eyes are glazed over, his concentration having lapsed about twenty slides ago, and he fails to keep up with this bullshit.

You nudge him with your knee and he flashes you a look.

Shaking your head in faux disapproval, you scribble a note and slide it over.

'You should be listening.'

His eyes flicker to read your words but he ignores you. Bastard.

You jot down a few more thoughts.

'It's very important.' Another glance.

'This guy certainly thinks so.' And another.

Clearly Gun is also bored out of his mind if he's entertaining your juvenile behaviour and not telling you to shut the fuck up.

Oh!

A metaphorical lightbulb goes off over your head, you have a burst of inspiration and write down your plans.

'I might kill him.'

To your delight, Gun lets out an amused huff and the edges of his lips lift.

He leans over for a brief moment, one arm circling the back of your chair and chest pressed lightly against your shoulder. Your nose is filled with the scent of sandalwood and amber.

When he moves away, you look at his chicken scratch:

'Not if I kill him first.'

You turn to Gun and he dips and angles his head towards you, reading your next move.

"Wanna kill him together?" You whisper into his ear.

Your face breaks into a grin when he nods.

[fear-is-truth]

♱. ‘𝑪𝑨𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑰’𝑴 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑱𝑨𝒁𝒁 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼’𝑹𝑬 𝑴𝒀 𝑪𝑼𝑳𝑻 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 — kai anderson HEADCANONS

dark content ; 18 禁 | minors do not interact . . . fluff & smut. period mention. possessive/obsessive behaviour. unprotected p in v. toxic masculinity. allusions to incest (by default)

a/n — did a s7 rewatch to improve my mental health

cooking supper for him and him being an absolute menace. he’s leaning over your shoulder, trying to steal food straight from the pan with his fingers. “it’s not ‘stealing’ if it’s for me,” he smirks, snatching a chicken tender before you can slap his hand away. if you deny him, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and distract you with neck kisses.

intellectual conversations that are really just a flex of his knowledge—he’s quoting machiavelli, tolstoy, nietzsche and of course, shakespeare. kai loves hearing himself talk.

he insists on being the one to pay for everything. groceries, the bills—it makes him feel secure and in control. he needs to be the provider because it validates his worldview. (pretty sexist but still better than that “men lead, women bleed” bullshit)

lying in bed with kai, his arms draped around your waist, chin resting on your stomach. he’s staring up at you like he’s weighing something—caught between honesty and performance. he usually goes with the latter. his voice is rough around the edges as he finally asks, “you think i’m worthy of this? all this weight on my shoulders?” and even though you know he’s just fishing for validation, you still thread your fingers through his hair and tell him yes. of course.

contrary to popular belief, he doesn’t really mind being the little spoon once in a while. but he’s the big spoon by default.

him watching you sleep, convinced you look most divine when unconscious and unaware. you rarely wake up before him. when you do, he’s usually got an arm around your middle and his face pressed into the crook of your neck.

feeding kai his adderall. he doesn’t even think about it anymore; just opens his mouth slightly when you hold the pill between your fingers, chewing it up and swallowing it dry. “good girl,” he presses his forehead to yours before going back to whatever he was doing.

when you fuss over small things—zip up his jacket, tell him not to forget his keys, kiss the corner of his mouth before he leaves—he acts annoyed and says you’re being clingy. but when you don’t do that, it automatically sets him in a bad mood.

he keeps to the same routine when he’s home, lifting dumbbells with one hand while the other scrolls twitter. his man bun’s a bit messy, loose strands of blue sticking to his temple. but the most infuriating part is the way his sweatpants are slung low on his hips, nonchalantly teasing that deep v-line.

him tracking your period like it’s part of his agenda (he’s observant he’s a total creep. he can smell it; that faint metallic sweetness under your usual scent.) oh and he always says it so casually—“you’re bleeding again.” he gets off your sensitivity and irritation.

he insists on showering with you, to “save water” (in reality, kai doesn’t give a fuck about the environment). it always begins with him pretending to be helpful—lightly massaging shampoo into your hair, a touch that’s meant to feel caring, but it doesn’t take long before he grows impatient. that’s when he’ll press his body up against yours, hand sliding down your back, pushing your hair aside to kiss your neck. you can feel his arousal rubbing against your ass, and the next thing you know, he’s turning you against the glass, sliding inside you.

tw : implied incestuous thoughts ; skip this one if you’re understandably uncomfortable

when you come back from shopping with winter sporting matching nails or coordinating outfits, the visual of you and his sister looking like a unit scratches some taboo corner of his brain. he’s possessive over both of you in different, fucked-up ways. jealous that you’re bonding without him, paranoid that winter might steal you, and turned on by how you’re starting to resemble her.

 fear-is-truth 2025 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[fairy-writes]

Hi! I saw that your requests are open, would you be down to write any Edward Elric fluff? I just love him and I really like your writing <33

DENIAL

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Fullmetal Alchemist

Pairing(s): Edward Elric x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): FLUFF, Female!Reader, Alchemist!Reader, mildly sexist behavior from Ed in the beginning (but he gets better)

Notes: This was going to be a songfic but instead is based on the song “Despair” by leo. But now it’s not. Mostly because I couldn’t find a website to copy and paste the lyrics from.

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Edward met you when he was twelve years old. You looked around his age and, sadly, was a few inches taller than him. You were both in Central Command and waiting for the State Alchemist Exam to start among all the other candidates. You were sat on a chair in the corner, pouring over a small pocket notebook with scribbles and writing that looked worse than his own chicken scratch. 

Of course, he only knew this because he happened to be doing the same thing.

Not because he thought you were pretty. No no. That would be preposterous!

He wished Alphonse could be there. But after they found out there was a physical evaluation, he dropped out and left the prospect of being a State Alchemist up to Edward.

The exam proctor for the written portion of the exam came out and called everyone inside the exam room. You stood, pocketed your notebook, and went inside. Your eyes caught his, and you offered a friendly smile. Edward just scowled back.

He wasn’t here to make friends. 

However, you didn’t let that annoy you, and you took your seat where you were assigned. Coincidentally, it was right in front of Edward. It was obvious that you were both the youngest two at the exam. Everyone else was middle-aged or, at the very least, in their twenties at best.

The exam proctor clapped his hands together, 

“You have two hours. Good luck!” 

Edward flew through the exam. It was reasonably straightforward, with only a few questions mildly stumping him. Most of the questions were multiple-choice, with a handful of essay questions. 

Ha. This written exam was all bullshit if the military thought this would stop him. 

Soon enough, he finished the last question in his best handwriting and turned it in to the proctor at the front of the room. He was the first one done at approximately an hour and eleven minutes. He could feel the glares as he exited the exam hall and found you sitting on a bench, pouring over your notes yet again. 

“You!” He jabbed an accusatory finger. How were you here? He didn’t see you leave! And you had been sitting right in front of him! You look up, startled like a deer in the headlights, but soon, your face smooths to that irritating friendly smile. 

“It’s you again! How did you do on the exam?” You say conversationally, and his brain stalls. 

Something about your voice makes his heart stutter. 

“Uh… what?” Edward fumbles, and you shut your book and slip it into the back pocket of your overalls, stretching your arms above your head. 

“Man, I thought it was hard! Those field questions were tricky!” You forge onward with your rather one-sided conversation, adjusting your shirt under your overalls. You wore dirty overalls, a dirty black long-sleeved shirt, and dirty rubber-soled sneakers. The left one was untied. Overall, you looked… not… very well put together. He was pretty sure you had mud smeared above your eyebrow. Hell, even Edward wore his best clothes, a button-down and some slacks, at Granny’s insistence. 

“The test was easy.” Edward eventually says, and you huff playfully,

“‘Course it was for you. But I still finished first, didn't I?” You tease, and he feels his cheeks flush.

“This isn’t a competition!” At that, you stare with your eyebrows raised,

“Not everyone becomes a State Alchemist, y’know. So it kind of is a competition.” You say, and he throws his hands up and storms away. He didn’t have time for you. He had to go back to his hotel room and prepare for the practical phase.

Edward met you next in Colonel Roy Mustang’s office.

He had just received his certification as the Fullmetal Alchemist when there was a knock on the door. Alphonse turned, his armor clanking slightly as he moved to open the door.

“Come in,” Mustang called, a grin on his face that Edward did not like. “It seems like your partner is here, Fullmetal,” he said as the door opened, and you peeked your head in.

“You!” He jumps up and points yet again. You cringe but recognize him easily enough and jab a finger at him.

“You made it through the exam!” You shriek, and he flinches himself at your volume.

Mustang quirks an eyebrow,

“You already seem acquainted.” He comments almost dumbly, and Edward grits his teeth.

“She finished the exam before me.” He grinds out, and Mustang’s eyebrow raises even higher. He leans his chin on his clasped hands.

“So this is the one who got a perfect score. You don’t look like much,” He muses, and Edward bites back a snippy retort. The fact that he hadn’t gotten a perfect score was a touchy subject. After all, he had missed one question—one!

You give a mock bow and straighten,

“Well, you don’t look like much yourself, sir.” You quip, and Alphonse stifles a laugh. Mustang sighs and mutters under his breath something that sounds suspiciously like, “Great, now there’s two of you.”  He then claps his hands together softly and looks at both of you, gesturing for you to take a seat.

“Now, Fullmetal, I’d like to introduce you to your new partner. This is the Ink Alchemist. Ink, this is the Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric.” He said, and immediately, Edward spotted a problem.

“Partner? No way! I’m not working with some girl!” He snaps and sees you roll your eyes out of the corner of his vision.

“So you’re one of those people?” You sneer, and he bares his teeth.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

Before you two can start bickering, Mustang interjects.

“It’s under orders of the Führer himself that you two work together. So I suggest you both put aside your differences and get along.” He says, and you almost snap to attention like a dog looking at its master. Which Edward supposed, in a way, you were. 

Just like he was. 

Dogs of the military.

“So… what kind of alchemy do you do?” Alphonse said awkwardly as you and Edward scowled at each other. You three are on a train, heading toward Resembool to give Granny and Winry the fantastic news of Edward becoming a State Alchemist. But, of course, you had to tag along to “as his partner.” 

Edward was partially tempted to ditch you at a random train station. 

But he had tried that already, and it hadn’t worked. 

You perked up at the question and reached for your long sleeves. Your shirt was at least clean this time.

“Oh wow! That’s beautiful!” Alphonse gasped, and you grinned. 

Even Edward has to admit your transmutation circles are indeed beautiful. 

Extra lines swirl out from the circles themselves, decorating your arms like vines of flowers. He even spies a few doodled flowers in the bare spaces between circles. They dot your arm in varying sizes and intricacy, with the largest being the size of your palm and the smallest being almost the size of Edward’s thumb. Even the tiny ones had an insane amount of detail.

You preen under the attention but soon work your sleeves back down your arms and sit back in your seat next to Edward. 

“I designed ‘em myself! That’s where I got the name the Ink Alchemist!” you say, and when Alphonse asks more questions, you are happy to launch into a lecture worthy of his old school teacher. 

Edward has to admit… you looked really pretty when you were excitedly talking about alchemy with his younger brother. 

Admittedly, Edward’s little “crush” (though he refused to say it was one) grew bigger and bigger each day. Days turned into weeks, turned into months, turned into years. And that meant it grew harder and harder to hide from your keen eyes. You were brilliant—one of the smarter alchemists he knew—and pretty. Even though you were taller than him, he could look past that. 

Alphonse picked up on it, Winry picked up on it, and even Colonel Mustang picked up on it! And truthfully? Mustang was the absolute worst about it. He always watched you and Edward interact with a smug smile as if this was all his doing. 

And Edward had the inkling that it was that you two were paired together. Because why would the Führer pair two prepubescent teens together?

But as the two of you hit eighteen and Edward finally grew past you in height, things changed. 

It was the week before you confronted Father and his plans. 

Edward meandered away from the dying campfire and found you under the stars in a meadow. Darius, Heinkel, and Greed were all presumably fast asleep in their sleeping bags, and it was his turn to keep watch. 

They were in the middle of nowhere. Edward could spare a few minutes from night watch to talk to you.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He asks, and you jump, nearly spilling your pot of ink that was balanced precariously on your knee. You hold a paintbrush in hand and are retracing the many transmutation circles that litter your arms. 

He could never get over how pretty they were. 

“Not really. I wanted to get these redone before… y’know… everything.” You say, and he takes a seat next to you, his automail leg creaking as he does so. He hadn’t maintained it in forever, it was stiffening up. 

“We still have a whole week before the eclipse.” He reminds you, and you look up at the stars, tracing the constellations with your eyes. 

“I know, but I can’t sit here and do nothing.” You reply, and he hums, thinking back to when he first met you. 

“I’m sorry.” He blurts into the night sky and sees you frown and look at him out of the corner of his eye. 

“For what?” You ask, and he shrugs, feeling his cheeks heat up. It wasn’t like him to be so sentimental! What was wrong with him?!

He only got like this when you were around. 

“For how I acted when we first met… Ditching you at the station… refusing to work with you… And—”

“Woah, woah, woah, where’s this coming from?! We aren’t going to die next week, are we?!” You cut him off, panicked, and nearly spilled your ink again. He caught it with his left hand right as you grabbed it, and your fingers brushed. 

“I don’t plan on it… But all these years have had me thinking how awful I was to you. And for no reason other than my pride.” The words come tumbling out, and he gets more and more heated until you kneel in front of him and cup his face. 

That gets him to shut up real quick.

“You were twelve, Ed.” You say gently and he huffs, opening his mouth to speak some more when you put a finger to his lips. Your skin is soft against his mouth, and he can smell the ink staining your fingertips. 

You continue to talk unabashed,

“You were twelve, and I forgave you a long time ago. I care for you a lot. We’ve been working together for what, six years? I know I didn’t make it easy to work with me either.” You finish, and he sighs, ducking his head in embarrassment. Then, before he can stop himself, he pulls you into a tight hug. You return it immediately.

“I have something to tell you after all this is over.” He mumbles and hears you chuckle. His heart, as it always does, skips a beat at the sound. 

Maybe when they defeat Father, he can tell you how he really feels.

Instead of living in denial. 

[jalluzas-ferney]

I have a silly CRACK AU where morro instead of possessing Lloyd he just possesses a cat and gets himself adopted by the ninja just to make Wu and Lloyd’s life miserable undercover. All the ninja love him except for Lloyd and Wu ofc, who are constantly getting scratched, having their stuff scratched, broken, and even shat or pissed on. And yeah, morro also uses his powers to fucking haunt them too and which confused Wu to no end because either morro possessed the cat (which is correct) or the cat is the next elemental master of wind . Lloyd ofc thinks Wu is slowly going insane after he told him this.

All the other ninja think the cats wind powers are awesome tho and since they literally have a lightning chicken I don’t think they’d be too shocked at a wind cat. Ofc they call morro “windy” or some shit (to morros dismay).

Although morro wasn’t planning to nor expecting to become attached to any of the ninja or even enjoy their company sm…he ofc did overtime)

And if ur wondering this is Morros personal tier of most favorite to least

Cole (found him along with Nya. Loves his good natured, protective and caring energy. Since He and Nya are the ones they’re the ones that take care of him the most. Also the best to cuddle with. Which is embarrassing for him but also he’s possessing a cat and he can’t help it ok.)

Nya (like I said. She found him with Cole so she’s one of the ones that take care of him the most so he’s naturally more attached. But also he really likes of soothing and caring she is at times. Finds her very entertaining finds her overall vibe great. Only reason she’s below Cole is that she’s louder than him and is a more hot headed which can drive him away from her sometimes. But overall he actually thinks she’s great)

Pixal (actually warm and very nice and peaceful. But she doesn’t rlly mind or care for him that much. To her he’s just kinda there)

Zane (loves his vibe. But kinda low because he’s so cold. At least according to my hc)

Kai (bros in thin ice. Only reason he’s above Jay is because of his body heat. But yeah, he finds him annoying most of the time, cannot stand his ass lmao.)

Jay (fucking hates him just because💀 like I dunno man he just does LMAO. bro find shim obnoxious just like Kai.)

Wu (obvious reasons)

Lloyd (again. Obvious. Only reason he’s below Wu is because morro subconsciously does still love Wu deep down and actually know him. While Lloyd he’s got no reason to like him. At least at first…)

(I didn’t plan on making such a long post ab this damn. This is just a silly au but I gotta keep talking)

Ofc over time morro does begin to like everyone more and more. Even his least favorites! Hell this is actually a way for morro to slowly see Wu, and mainly Lloyd’s side. See how Lloyd struggled with the responsibility of being the green ninja. How heavy it weighs in him, and he’s able to actually drastically calm down and let go of his obsession for the green ninja when he’s able to see Lloyd’s experience up close. Since he’s a cat they don’t really think too much of his presence in personal or intimate moments. Só morros probably walked into Lloyd crying or talking to himself, or even Lloyd finding himself venting to morro thinking he’s just venting to the cat that doesn’t understand anything he’s saying.

Eventually morro DOES unposses the cat. (The cats ok and not traumatized. No domt think ab it too hard let’s just say the cats fine and they keep him) but yeah. This happens around a year or so of staying with the ninja? Which is a WHOLE bunch but can u blame him? It’s a really awkward situation to suddenly reveal who he was all along. It was obviously. A massive shock. Like. Nya faints. It’s a very very awkward situation ofc. Especially because during his time as a cat he’s come across a lot of embarrassing situations for the ninja (Kai for one would consalty vent to him or just talk about random bullshit to him when no one was watching. Hes so cringe. Hes also walked into Jay singing. Jay. Does not sing well. And other stupid shit)

Anyways he stays with them for the rest of time and they love happily ever after hurray

[passionwillow]

You can't keep doing this to me lol. I'm on your page constantly for updates.

From the drabble list, 65 with Deacon. Still on my Deacon bullshit 😂

AH that makes me so happy. ☺️ I am always on my Deacon shit.

Your relationship with Deacon was tense. Not in a bad way, in the "two idiots in love" kind of way. You met him through Luca, who was one of your closest friends, and everyone around you could sense the attraction between you two.

The tension hit a peak when you were sitting in HQ one day, waiting for 20-David to come have lunch with you. Deacon came into the lunch room, apologizing profusely as he approached. "I'm sorry, we have to run out on a call. I'll be back, okay? Stick around?" You smiled and nodded, knowing how unpredictable the teams work was.

What you didn't except was Deacon to cup your cheeks, plant a lingering kiss on your lips before hurrying off.

And he never came back for lunch.

That was the most confusing part. Not the kiss, not the glance he gave you after. It was just disappearing. You went home after a few hours, skin tingling and head spinning with thoughts. Hondo and Luca had texted you, asking if everything was okay and where you disappeared to.

You couldn't bring yourself to answer, too caught up in your thoughts as you blindly moved around your apartment and cleaned up. It wasn't until you heard the knock at your door it ripped you from the endless voices in your head.

You answered without looking through the peephole, figuring it had to be Luca. But instead, Deacon was on your porch.

"What?" Was all you could bring yourself to say, hand on the door and the other clenching by your side. "I came here to explain. And I'm not leaving until you listen."

His voice was firm but an undertone of shakiness hid in it. You huffed and turned away, leaving the door open if he chose to come in. "Explain what? It was a mistake? Heat of the moment?"

You heard the door close behind you and footsteps approach, but you weren't expecting the hand on your arm. His touch made your skin burn in the best way, and goosebump appeared over your skin. "No, it wasn't a mistake. I wanted to do it, but I thought I might have scared you."

You set down the shirt you were folding and sighed, turning to him and tensing at the close proximity. "You didn't scare me, Deacon, I enjoyed it. I was looking forward to doing it again until you just.. Disappeared."

"I chickened out." He admitted, voice soft and cheeks pink. "But I'm sorry, okay? Can I make it up to you?'" You eyed his featured and tried not to let your gaze linger on his lips, the memory of his beard scratching gently on your skin making you shiver. "Fine. But it better be good."

He smiled at your teasing tone and moved his hand to your hip, the other cupping your cheek as he kissed you properly this time, firm body pressed to yours.

The laundry was waiting until tomorrow.

[relaxxattack]

DAMMEK HONEY. WHAT POSSESSED YOU TO DO THIS 😦

i'm very close at any given moment to snapping and translating every piece of dammek's written text in his rooms to try and decode his typing quirk

[boyfriendtodeathconfessional]

I was hoping to discuss a little bit about Strade, Ren, and authenticity. I'd love to hear all of your thoughts.

During one of Ren's endings, he shows the MC some of Strade's snuff films where he watches with a big smile plastered across his face as he eats chicken hearts and wears Strade's clothes. He speaks fondly of Strade as he does this. It's understandably uncomfortable to watch, as throughout this route, we haven't seen Ren revel in sadism quite as much as he does with the films (I'm aware he makes the MC kill Lawrence, but we don't really see his reaction until afterwards, and even then, he seems a little shaken up by it). I'm sorry, Ren, but no matter how much you insist you're the same as Strade (right down to collaring the MC and wearing his clothes!) I refuse to believe this is actually you.

Yes, Ren has a sadistic streak. We see it when he enthusiastically uses the shock collar on us for the first time. However, the tapes are the only other indicator of this trait. Some might protest and say all the routes where he tortures MC in the basement are examples of this, but he doesn't do this out of a desire to hurt us. He does it as a punitive measure. He does it because he's angry. He does it to assert himself as the proverbial 'man of the house'.

In the first game, there were only two times when Strade genuinely got angry at the MC. Once if the player refuses to say anything. The other time if the player hurts Ren. Every other time he tortures us, it's to scratch an itch. It's to satisfy his terrible curiosity of how we react to various forms of pain. He didn't imitate anyone else or try to assert his dominance, because he didn't need to. Strade was exactly who he was, not who he was trying to be.

Compare this to Ren who doesn't even know how to work the nailgun Strade would use to torture people. He has to delude himself that he's Strade so much, that he even goes so far as wearing the dead man's clothes. When the MC points out that Strade is a psychopath, Ren gets angry and repeats a line that Strade probably told him many times, "the strong survive and the weak die! That's the way the world works!" It's complete bullshit. Strade didn't kill people to fulfill some sort of Darwinian bioessentialist imperative. He did it because he didn't know how to do anything else. It was a lie he told himself as much as Ren.

With him being a confident smooth talker, he probably could have convinced any number of people to be in a relationship with him, but he couldn't control his darker impulses and as a result, the only way he could convince Ren to stay with him was by literally forcing him into slavery.

As an aside that probably doesn't need to be said, the whole 'survival of the fittest' nonsense is just that: nonsense. Human society was and is able to exist precisely because of mutual cooperation. It didn't come about by a bunch of early homo sapiens stabbing each other. Even the most morally bankrupt criminal enterprises ensure a basic level of cooperation, or else the whole thing would fall apart.

As far as Ren praising Strade and his snuff films, does that seem genuine given the above context? Because it feels more like a performance (how appropriate that in TPOF, he becomes the one thing more horrible and depraved than a torturing murderer: a streamer/j). He wants so badly to be Strade, but the truth is, they're hardly alike. When Ren captures the MC, he cooks them a canonically delicious, homemade meal. When Strade captured the MC in BTD1, he gives them a fucking candy bar.

In BTD2, if the MC complains that they're scared, Ren flips out and fires back that they have no right to be scared with how nice he's been. In his defense, he's not 100% wrong. He has treated us much nicer than Strade treated him. This is something he clearly takes pride in, and it's yet another way that the two are nothing alike. Ren will then proceed to force the MC into the basement where he tortures them. Again, done out of anger, punitively. Strade never had to convince anyone that he was a murderer, he just was.

All that to say, no matter your craft, be it writing, drawing, painting, etc., pursue it solely for the passion of doing it. Strade never did what he did to imitate anyone, get fame, respect, or power. Neither should Ren and neither should you. Strade never apologized or felt self-conscious about his work, and I feel that's a lesson we can all use. When doing something you love, make it authentically yours and approach it the same way Strade approaches his crimes: as freakily as possible.

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[midnight-blue-goth]

Duncan as a girl dad vs boy dad headcanons

(I will never get tired of doing this)

*rubbing hands* hehehehe

Duncan as a Girl Dad

Willing to endure hours of travel just to track down the specific doll or toy his daughter wants. No shortcuts, no substitutes—the one she asked for, or nothing at all.

The ultimate karma: his daughters are obsessed with boy bands, the same ones he used to make fun of. Now? He’s at their concerts, surrounded by screaming fans and forced to listen to pop music. Is he suffering? Maybe. Is he letting his daughter (and quite possibly her girlfriends) go alone? Absolutely not.

Spending forever outside makeup stores and clothing shops? Check. Complaining? Not an option, his daughter would murder him if he so much as thought about leaving.

Duncan gives her an allowance, yet he has no idea how she keeps affording the ridiculous amount of stuff she buys. (Sorry Duncan, your daughter is already a business mastermind.)

He becomes her personal chauffeur at all hours. He doesn’t say no… until she starts learning to drive herself. And oh boy, she’s terrifying behind the wheel. Not because she’s nervous...quite the opposite. Road rage in a teenage girl package.

She wants to be an influencer, mimicking her favorite content creators. Duncan tries to talk her out of it. "It’s just a hobby, trust me, you don’t want to be famous." Does she care about her old dad’s opinions? Nope.

Does she know her dad was famous once? Yeah. Does she care? No. She thinks he was cringe and had terrible fashion sense.

When it comes to romance, Duncan lost the plot a long time ago. Every day, it’s a new drama—one crush today, a new ‘ick’ tomorrow. She’s juggling three different people who are giving her gifts, but "It’s not that serious, Dad. You wouldn’t get it."

Duncan thought he’d have to scare boys away from his house, but nope! His daughter already has them wrapped around her finger.

Duncan as a Boy Dad

Way more hands-off and confrontational. No sugarcoating, no bullshit. Having grown up with brothers, he already knows how this goes.

They start some kind of collection together—knives, postcards, vinyl records, you name it. It’s their thing.

They get way too into the idea of a zombie apocalypse. It starts as a fun interest but escalates quickly. They make legit survival plans. Stockpiling canned food, setting up a radio frequency, even keeping a gasoline reserve. They feed into each other’s paranoia until his son inevitably moves on to a new fixation.

Duncan isn’t into sports—especially watching them—but after dealing with competitive dads, he starts giving his son alternative strategies. If the other dads want to take things so seriously, fine... Duncan will teach his kid how to bend the rules just enough to make the other kids look stupid.

After the zombie phase, they move on to motorcycles. Duncan, knowing how to build one from scratch, takes his son under his wing and helps him build his own. He does insist on a helmet… but only when people are watching.

They live close to a forest with a lake and a waterfall—their spot. Duncan regularly challenges his son to jump off the cliff. The first time, his son is terrified, but instead of offering encouragement, Duncan calls him a chicken and shoves him. It works—the kid jumps and loves the rush. From there, the daredevil stunts only escalate.

Adventure is a way of life. Climbing trees, road-tripping, sneaking into abandoned places. If it’s risky, they’re doing it.

School? Yeah, they get in trouble for missing it. Duncan’s philosophy: life is learned outside a classroom, not behind a desk. He gets why it’s important, but still. Homeschooling even crosses their minds at some point, just to have more freedom.

When it comes to dating, Duncan doesn’t stress. Standard advice: "Be smart. Don’t get anyone pregnant." Beyond that? His son can figure it out on his own.

First heartbreak hits hard. Duncan laughs at first—until he realizes his son is genuinely crushed. Seeing him actually cry, Duncan dials back the teasing and offers some real advice. "You’ll have more fish to fry, my guy.

✨More headcanons✨

[captainjimothycarter]

Struck Out (On Love) (2/): Thousand-Watt Grin

While unconscious, Peggy has some time to visit her memories. They’re a bit rougher then she remembers, without her rose colored glasses. (Aka, Author wanted to have a chance to write flashbacks)

Peggy's first and only love in life was the library - it was her sanctuary. It was one of the only places where she could experience peace and quiet and more importantly, structure. It was the only place she could exist without eyes and expectations on her.

Today, life threw a wrench into her plans and allowed her sacred study space to be violated.

"You cannot be serious," she muttered under her breath, staring at what was now a disaster of her study area. Someone had commandeered her favorite spot and while that was a bit testy and she could deal with it, they took up the entire table so she couldn't use it. Worst of all, her things had been neatly packed to the side, awaiting retrieval.

Sure, she shouldn't have stepped away but her things had been there to reserve her spot. It was an unspoken rule that if someone's items were left in a study spot, then they were still using it. This jerk was entitled and rude.

She spotted the source of the problem coming around one of the bookcases with his head buried in a thick book. He struggled to hold it

He was muttering to himself, in a stunning deep voice, muttering about the concept of exercise before jotting something down in one of his journals.

When he was done with his chicken scratching, she took this as a chance to speak up, "Excuse me, I believe you've taken my spot."

The man looked up from his journals, blinking to emerge from his study-induced trance. She was a bit startled by his impossibly blue eyes. He smiled at her, giving her a thousand watt grin smile, one she had to fight back in returning.

"Sorry, ma’am," he mused, shrugging one shoulder and shooting her a half-apologetic look. "I didn't realize tables were assigned."

Peggy rolled her eyes in response. "There's an unspoken rule involved here - when a fellow student's items are on a table, they've claimed it. I've been here every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday the entire semester and you moving my crap violated that unspoken rule."

He had the decency to wince apologetically, sitting himself up to give her his full attention. "Right - uh, I'm sorry - I had no idea. The unspoken rule is bullshit. If it's a rule, then they need to have it written down somewhere." He gestured towards the textbook across from him, "I'll have to admit, you know how to choose a grand studying spot - the light is really good here. Exercise Science is requiring more visualization than I expected. I'm pretty sure when I close my eyes, all I'll see is these diagrams."

"Well, now you know," she huffed, leaning her hip into the solid table, drumming her red fingernails over the surface of her laptop. "I'm afraid we have a bit of a situation on our hands now. You need this space and I need this space for my political science papers. And I need an outlet for my laptop.."

It might've been the stubborn part of her that often butted heads with her family - she could use her precious time to find another working outlet or she could just force this admitting handsome stranger to share the table.

The second one was the easier of the two options.

"We could share?" he offered, giving her that thousand watt grin again. "I can move my crap over and give you your side back and take up this other half - as long as I have some of the light, I can settle."

"Alright," Peggy agreed, shaking her head. "I suppose it's not a terrible compromise. I'll have to ask you to get rid of your sand which - I don't want either of us kicked out."

He had the decency to give her an apologetic look, wrapping his sandwich back up as Peggy returned to her side to set up her laptop and textbooks. Now the chaos of their spreading documents were contained to both of their sides, laptops set up facing one another.

When he finished moving crap around, he stuck his hand out and grinned. "Steve Rogers. Exercise Science, Captain of our baseball team, and as it turns out, a terrible library citizen. I vow to do better, ma'am."

Chapter Two

[soukokumychildren]

Short stories part two in comin' guys! Idk how much I've made since the last one, so here goes-

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Chuuya: I can't fuckin' hear ya! Kunikida: Well, fine, I'll come clos- Chuuya: IM TOO BUSY NOT LISTENIN' TO YA

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Tachihara: My disguise is flawless! Chuuya: Oh yeah? does not know who this guy is What does it look like? Tachihara: brandishes his signature band-aid Chuuya: Raises brow Tachihara: puts it on Chuuya: jumps like a cat HOLY SHI--TACHIHARA?! WHERE IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK DID YOU COME FRO-

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(Chuuya doesn't like people touching him)

Chuuya: choking on carrots Someone random: I know the heimlich, I know how to help! Chuuya: frantically yelps NO! dies

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Fukuzawa: All I ask is for you to hug them. Chuuya: looks frantically at Shin (I will not give them the high and mighty title of Soukoku) Y-you're kidding. Awkward chuckle. Fukuzawa: Fatherly raise-eyebrow look. Chuuya: Eheheh…eheh…oh come on… Also Chuuya: Slowly looks to Shin and specifically looks at Akutagawa Atsushi: Awkwardly raises arms Chuuya: Stumbles over, tries to raise his arms to hug them both and pulls away last second Nope. Nope. Can't do this. I'd rather vomit. I actually can't look at his face. Jogs over to where Dazai was while watching from the side-lines Dazai: Chicken. Chuuya: Oh shut up, dumbass. You would have killed them had they touched me. Hiss.

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Dazai: Wanna see a magic trick? Chuuya: takes a moment before he understands Oh shit- Atsushi: OOh, sure! Dazai: grabs Chuuya before the avian can escape Guys, c'mere!~ Chuuya: DAZAI NO-DON'T YOU DARE YOU SWORE TO ME- Kunikida, Ranpo, Kenji and Yosano: Wander over grudgingly except for Kenji Chuuya: Fuck fuck fuck fuck let me go- writhing and flapping his wings but iTS NO USE Dazai: Watch, guys. Scratches the back of Chuuya's ear Chuuya: Takes a few seconds of silence but then bursts into a ball of aggressive purring Yosano: Oh my god. Kenji: ✨ 0 ✨ Kunikida: O_O Ranpo: Trying so hard not to laugh Atsushi: QMQ W-w-wh-wha- Dazai: Tehdahh!! Chuuya: Fuck--purrr---you shitty--purrrrr--DAZAI--PURRR somehow gets away with wings flapping in his wake as he runs to the bathroom Also Chuuya: Oh my---purrr---fucking god. That shitass promis-purrr..purrr.. F u c k. I'ma revoke the keeping him alive policy, I--purr--swear to GOD-

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Chuuya: "Fuuuuuck you." Dazai: "Fuck you!" Chuuya: "Fuck me, then, coward!" Dazai: "Sure thing you needy little shit!"

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Bram: There used to be a plethora of werewolves during my time. Such things were most common.

Chuuya: …Hmmmm. I can kinda like…get you something as close to a werewolf as I can.

Bram: Please do, I'd be most grateful. It has felt like a millenia since I've last encountered such a common kind that seems so terribly uncommon in these parts.

Chuuya: Disappears, and from the distance: Yo, Atsushi!

Also Chuuya: drags Atsushi by the scruff back to Bram and throws him on the ground like a sack of potatoes Here he is. He's more of a cat though, really. But he's still got the moon shit goin' on.

Bram: This pathetic mongrel? Looks mildly disappointed

Chuuya: Yeahhh, I know. This guy sucks, but he still got the semi-werewolf going on.

Bram: Do you perhaps have anything more than this…creature?

Chuuya: Er..unfortunately….no.

Atsushi: …I have ears, you know. Still on the ground

Chuuya: Pretend you don't and let the adults keep talking.

Atsushi & Bram: …

Atsushi: Screw this. Sits up and walks away

Chuuya: grabs him by the scruff again He's just a tad stubborn. If he turns into a full tiger under the full moon, do you think that'll help?

Bram: Sigh I suppose…there's certainly only one way to find out.

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Dazai: Addressing Chuuya’s parents your son calls me daddy too ^^ Chuuya: DAZAI WHAT THE FUCK—

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C: Don't make this worse. D: Define worse-

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Chuuya: You’re bullshitting me so hard right now. Dazai: …. Chuuya: claps hands great, when do we start?

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Chuuya: a cowboy? Eh…I’m not big on riding horses. Dazai: but you’re big on riding me? Chuuya: huh? Dazai: Stupid shit eating mischievous look Chuuya: gets it oh—OH FUCK YOU—

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(Opinon: This one is shit)

Chuuya: tries making a nest Dazai: not helping Chuuya: Dazai, ya ass, come here and help! Dazai: but I’m disabledddd Chuuya: oh fuck off. We’ll see how disabled ya are when I make you carry all the shit we’re gonna get from the store. Dazai: blinks since when are we going to a store? Chuuya: since now. Get the fuck moving. 20 minutes later at a department store (I think)

Dazai: Y’know, you remind me of the stereotype I heard on the internet. Chuuya: mmmm? Dazai: where women have a knack for comfort in bed, so they have an exorbanatly large amount of pillows and blankets? Chuuya: comes close and hisses Ain’t my fault that I’m half dragon and in need of a nest! Fuck off about the subject or so help me, damnit!

….so the nest was built afterward, and Dazai served timeout in the corner for 20 minutes instead of snuggling with Chuuya in his new nest

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Chuuya: twittering Dazai: listens to him and knows he's saying something but doesn't know what Atsushi: joins on the conversation, growling and snarling to Chuuya Chuuya: twitters and whistles back Dazai, feeling jealous: You guys have a secret language now!? No fair!!

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(Part 2 kinda)

C: Starts twittering to Atsushi A: Growls back to him to start the conversation A few minutes later…. C: Gasps and comes out of animal speak "YOU TAKE THAT BACK!" A: "Nuh uh!" D: Quickly comes in and grabs Chuuya before he could whack the shit out of Atsushi C: "LEMME GO!" D: "Chuuya calm down-" C: "That mother fucker is going to FEEL MY WRATH-"

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D: I'm gonna fuck you, Chuuya. C: You mean fuckin' kill me, right? D: …. :) C: You…mean fuckin' kill me….right?

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Chuuya to Dazai: Here, hold this gives him his gloves and ring Chuuya: Goes over to Clthulu HEY SQUIDDY! Clthulu: Turns around by jamming its tentacles into the earth and spinning its massive body towards Chuuya Chuuya: I hope you glued those tentacles on tight. Oh grantors of dark disgrace, do not wake me again. Corruption insues

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Chuuya: I identify as an asshole. Grins and puts hands on hips Dazai: And I identify as the dick. Chuuya: … Dazai: … Chuuya: Gets it OH YOU DICK- Dazai: Case in point ;D

-- That's caught up to the most recent ones! Enjoy :))

[a-killer-obsession]

Android!Killer notes and lore

Post will probably be updated over time as I think of more things 💙

Official name: Killer 2.0. Bounty posters call him Metal Man Killer. Marines considered him a new pirate, so he had to start his bounty from scratch, and as such is no longer considered a Supernova

Built by Kid to deal with his grief after Killer dies. Android contains his brain, retrieved from his original body after it took too much damage to support life

If you see posts with him interacting with original Killer its cos its just a fun lighthearted alternate timeline where Kid just built him as a replacement just in case. Don't ask me how he gave it Killer's personality, those posts are just for the giggles

Uses his original mask (repaired and restored) as headpiece. Lights have been installed in the holes to fill the gaps and hide the underlying electronics and brain

Helmet contains lenses for vision. Equiped with higher level vision such as nightvision, thermal imagining and xray

Aerial on side of helmet allows for better hearing as well as allowing others to communicate with him directly via den-den

Just as strong and agile as he was in his human body, though it did take a lot of physical rehab to get used to the mechanical body

Metal sections made from high quality metals making him essentially bullet proof

Basically, he's a purpose built super soldier

Water resistant, but not submerge safe. Kid is a skilled engineer, but hes no Vegapunk. Killer 2.0 can not submerge his chest section, or his systems will fail to work, and much like a devil fruit user he would sink like a stone. He can be pulled out and repaired, his brain is well protected, but he can't save himself

Chest, abdomen and buttocks are squishy, imagine the texture/firmness of those silicone chicken fillets you use to make your tits look bigger

Has a cock that's essentially a dildo that can emerge from a slit in the rubber between his legs, and yes it can vibrate

He can feel touch on most of his body, though mostly it just feels like pressure, he's basically a touch lamp, but Kid had Franky help him wire some parts to feel more, such as his hands and dick, allowing for pleasure, though he doesn't really have the ability to 'finish'. He can recieve an artificial boost of hormones to simulate pleasure and satisfaction but thats as close as it gets

Why did Kid give him a dick? Because he's a good friend, that's why totally no other reason

No mouth or asshole though, bit of an oversight on Kid's part tbh

Doesn't actually plug his hair in to sleep, those cables are entirely just scrap for show, hastily spraypainted to replicate Killer's hair. He does get plugged in to charge, but his cable comes out of the panel on of of his hands (both hands have charging cables for convenience so he can use whichever side is easier)

Lights flash when he's on charge because Kid stole the wiring and coding from some random electronic. He regrets it every fucking night.

Spends a lot of time oiling and polishing his hair cables and touching up the paint, it's sort of a force of habit but mostly it makes him feel more normal. Ties his hair up with zipties sometimes.

Serious mental health issues. I mean come on, the dude went through all the Wano bullshit, literally fucking died, and now he's not even human. Please someone get him some therapy. Sometimes uses his old lipstick to draw a big smile on his mask when he's having a mental breakdown.

Still loves to cook, but now he has to have a taste tester with him because he has no capacity to eat or taste

Kid obsessively does maintenance on him every single day because he can't bear to lose him again

Kid also needs therapy. This whole android situation is a cry for help tbh

Kid did his best to replicate Killer's voice, but there's something electronic and uncanny about it

All the Android AU posts

Refs:

[elle-jagerman]

hello everyone! i’m elle ☺️

one of the kids in theater suggested i got this app… they said i would “do numbers” on here? i’m not sure either 🤷‍♀️

i’m a sophmore at hatchetfield high, so ig you can ask me anything about that? but watch yourself, i don’t tolerate bullshit.

and YES max is my big brother. but i’m my own person! please keep your asks about him to a minimum 😒

i also work at beanies, sadly. i see a lot of nerds hanging out there, so maybe i’ve seen some of you there haha 😛

i’m in cheer, too… can’t believe i forgot to mention that!

i love, love, LOVE talking to people! my ‘ask box’ (is that what it’s called?) will always be open!

before you ask NO i was NOT in the woods summoning those weird demon guys and NO i did not make a deal with ANYONE to be their most devoted servant… <3 but my nightmares have gone away! :)

hi guys! it’s vivian (@biscuits-spooky-diner). i run this account! if you’re gonna send an ask to me, please clarify it’s for me! i’m not going to ignore asks unless i just don’t want to answer them. so please, be careful what you goofballs say.

update: OCS CAN INTERACT!!! OTHER RP ACCOUNTS PLEAAAASE INTERACT!!!! ASK QUESTIONS!!!!! I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!!!

update 2: i probably won’t answer asks at night, and if i do, i’m sorry if they’re absolute chicken scratch 😭 i am not well after 9 pm. lots of love!

ALSO:

i will do…

oc x oc

oc x canon

but keep the nsfw to a minimum! regular starkid type jokes are fine (i’m not a cop 🙏) but be aware that elle is 16 years of age!

update 3: elle mainly works for nibbly and wiggly! cause she’s queer. also pink. and was raised to believe she wasn’t worth anything, and she didn’t let herself prove that she was worthy of love… and wiggly was like hey girl that’s fucked up! love yourself haha and when she did start loving herself and becoming more greedy with her desires nibbly was like. ellie yum yum

UPDATE 4: if you have an issue with topics such as rape, grooming, teen pregnancy, abortions, bullying, depression, suicidal thoughts/ideation, over sexualization as a trauma response, smoking, child neglect/abuse, or anything along those lines, PLEASE TELL ME!!!!! if you have an issue with anything, PLEASE let me know so i can tag it accordingly. xx