#like it SPECIFICALLY SAYS on the FUCKING INFO PAPER FOR THEM that that is a CONTRAINDICATION FOR USE

[jackalsraised]

see the reality is i post on my rps usually when nobodys been there a bit and nobody is probably online, but the mental illness in me keeps saying its bc everyone secretly hates me and i dont deserve love, and when i tell a gov doctor that, they basically just say ‘take your antidepressant’s and shut up’ which is also funny when said gov doctor wont refill my fucking antidepressants in the first place

[marmotsomsierost]

Advocating for your family and their medical care is incredibly important.

Being upset that you didn't get an explanation of exactly why your family was discharged is understandable. Even if it is clearly written in the discharge paperwork. It can be legitimately difficult to decode the papers, especially if there is a language or cognitive concern.

Like i will even grant that raising your voice and using demanding language is not necessarily the incorrect choice. Something sucks, you shouldn't have to be sweet and deferential about it.

However.

Loudly berating every single person in scrubs that you see and stating how you are advocating for your family, that you just want them to get the care we would want for our own family, we all are terrible and not doing our jobs because we don't care about our patients, we don't care about someone being in pain and how are you going to discharge a patient without running (test not usually done in the ED in a nonemergent situation) or (test you have already had because your doctor ordered it and we have literally nothing to do with in the ED because we neither performed it nor interpreted it) AND you are 'documenting who i talk to and when and what they say and i need everyone's name who says anything to me' AND after spending six hours sitting in the lobby stewing because the doctor hasn't come talk to you yet while loudly calling everyone you know to talk shit about us and rehash all of the above you say - with absolutely no sense of shame -

that you have been taking photos and video of 'people sitting on their ass' not doing anything

And when i say "You cannot take pictures in here" you say "it doesn't say i can't" and when i say "it is very clearly posted several places that it is not allowed" you say "well i don't see them" and security chimes in pointing out exactly where they are you pause and then say - again, with absolutely no shame -

"Well as much as you all haven't been doing your jobs, i clearly didn't read it"

AND THEN

And THEN you say 'i don't care, i have been documenting all of this because my lawyer told me to because this is (reiteration of entire rant from beginning)'

...THIS IS NOT ADVOCATING FOR YOUR FAMILY MY DUDE

and you are fucking lucky that you got the charge nurse and doctors that you did get because if you had a problem with doc A's attitude holy shit would you have gone ballistic nylon batshit pants if you'd had doc B. And if you'd had a different charge or a different house sup you would have been physically removed the second you said word one about taking pictures. Patients have been removed for taking pictures or video, and you're not even the patient!

"I've been here for five hours and the doctor STILL hasn't come to talk to me. That's how much this hospital is worth. They don't treat the patients right."

We have one doctor. One. If the waiting room is standing fucking room only...maybe, JUST MAYBE, he hasn't come talk to you FOR THE SECOND TIME because HE CAN'T.

...

Anyway. Fuck this day, i'm going home and i'm gonna be just this side of blowing my speakers out on some marcus miller to try and regain an iota of patience.

[bunni-v1]

Lighter Relationship Headcannons

🍓Hi. I'm a liar. I sat down to write more of the alphabet requests and got possessed. This was the result. Anyway, he's so fucking everything to me. I hope the two zzz fans that follow me enjoy this because I'm going insane keeping all these thoughts in. Not putting this under the cut because I can't be bothered sorry gang. Gn.

Tw: NONE LIGHTER IS PERFECT!!!!

Info: Lighter x Reader; Headcannons; Fluff

-Lighter is, and I mean this with my entire being, the biggest walking green flag in the history of ever. Ironically, considering he’s the red scarf, but it’s the truth.

-He’s such a well-meaning guy, always considerate of others and incredibly caring to those he considers close. It’s hard not to imagine that he’d be a fantastic romantic partner, but like, how is he really in a relationship? (Lucky you, I’ve been obsessively fantasizing about it, so now you get to find out!)

-Lighter has most likely had a few partners, though none of them he would categorize as “serious”. Most of them were when he was significantly younger and way more stupid, and he cringes looking back at how he acted.

-He was a good-hearted and sweet kid, just… really fucking stupid about love. Most of his relationships either didn’t end well or were just nothingburgers that left him and his partner unsatisfied.

-As he got older, specifically after everything he went through, he didn’t want a relationship. Especially when he was still, you know, fighting because he quite literally wouldn’t have been able to maintain anything meaningful. (He’s well and convinced he would’ve been a miserable partner to have during that time, and he’s definitely right.)

-Even after joining the Sons of Calydon he’s not really looking for a relationship. The idea is nice, sure, someone to call your own. 

-Someone you can love and care for and who will do the same for you, it’s all lovely on paper, and Lighter would never say he wasn’t a romantic… but he’s gotta be realistic about it. When the hell is he gonna have time to maintain a relationship?

-He loves the girls, but they keep his ass busy – and that’s not mentioning everything else in his life that either gets in the way or would put a potential partner at risk.

-So, Lighter is okay just enjoying the thought of a relationship, not pursuing it.

-And… then he meets you.

-Meeting you felt like taking a punch to the gut, hard enough to knock the wind out of him.

-It’s not like it was love at first sight or anything, but it was definitely a whirlwind of something that Lighter had never experienced before, and it scared the shit out of him. He’s patient and reasonable, and he does his best not to let too many people in too quickly, but damn you were something weren’t you?

-It takes him a loooong time to feel comfortable feeling the way he does about you, and he’s really awkward around you – not that you can tell, because Lighter's “awkward” just makes him seem aloof, like the strong silent type. 

-You think that’s just how he is, but the girls know better, which only makes it worse for him. Expect lots and lots of forced alone time with Lighter because everyone ‘suddenly remembered’ they had something to do.

-You’re none the wiser about their scheming, but Lighter’s actually losing his mind because you are… really fucking cute to him.

-Now, regardless of how long it takes him (or you) to talk about how he feels about you, the relationship is going to be slow and steady. 

-He hasn’t been with anyone in a long time, he wants to do it right this time because he cannot – and I must emphasize this – he cannot lose another person. 

-This relationship is going at Lighter's pace, not yours, and if you don’t like that you’re probably not gonna last long with him. (So genuinely do not bother, for his sake.)

-It isn’t like he doesn’t value your thoughts and feelings, though. If you feel like you’re ready to move onto something else with him, he’s gonna sit and talk it out with you because he’s not a fucking prick. He just needs a partner who is willing to be patient, because he has been through a lot, and a long-term dedicated relationship is very new and very intimidating to him.

-It’s a series of slowly warming up to each other, getting comfortable with all kinds of affection, and learning what each other is and is not comfortable with.

-Once you learn about each other, everything is so incredibly smooth, and I promise on my life Lighter is the best partner you could ever ask for.

-His only issue and I say this very lightly (heh), is that he’s kinda bad at confronting issues he has head-on. 

-Normally he lets his fists do the talking but… he’s not really the biggest fan of socking you in the jaw sorry.

-He’s bad with words, and he’s only eloquent when he’s not trying to be, but he also knows that leaving an issue unresolved can be a death sentence so he will talk to you about things that bother him. Just give him a little time, even if you notice something is off. Patience is a virtue with him.

-Now, if you come to him with a problem he’s all for it. He’s clumsy about it, and he doesn’t know what to say depending on what it is, but he’s more than willing to change some things or work together to find solutions with you.

-Now, with that background established, let's talk about the fun stuff before I explode.

-Lighter is the best. Maybe I’m biased, but he’s so fantastic because he’s done a lot of work on himself as a person, and he values the relationships he has so much.

-To him, as your partner, you are his number one priority all the time no matter what. If you need him (and it’s an emergency (to him everything you need him for is an emergency)) he will be there, or he will ensure that someone will be there until he can be.

-No, this doesn’t mean his setting aside his responsibilities as Champion, and he isn’t going to set down every task he’s doing to answer your beck and call. He has a life outside you that’s important to him, but if something is wrong and you need him he’s going to be there. Always. Unless he physically cannot stop what he’s doing.

-Needless to say, Lighter is protective of you. Incredibly so. 

-He’s aware you can handle yourself and you’re not some feeble damsel in distress, but he worries a lot. He’s got a lot of targets on his back, and if a single one of those ever shifts to you he’d tear apart the entirety of the outback to ensure you were safe and sound.

-He can control his anger pretty well, but if anyone laid a hand on you I’m pretty sure it would take all of the Sons of Calydon and then some to pull him off whoever did that shit to you.

-He’s also the jealous type, believe it or not.

-He doesn’t care that much when mutual friends of yours are cuddly and cutesy with you. He knows those people, he knows you, there’s nothing to worry about. Someone he doesn’t know, though? Good luck.

-It doesn’t matter if they’re your friend, he doesn’t like it at all. He abandons his usual post of watching from the distance to be right up in your space. Constantly. 

-It’s so easy to tell when he’s jealous because suddenly there’s a gloved hand on you all the time and you can’t quite seem to get it off. How odd. Oh, there’s a pouty (intimidating) man attached to it, who would’ve thought.

-He doesn’t want to lose you, and he won’t apologize for that.

-He’s so cute, trying to keep the intimidating persona while clinging to his partner. (It’s really scary for anyone not in your close circle of friends).

-Speaking of, Lighter really struggles to keep up the cool guy look around you. He’s so incredibly weak to your whims and wants, he can’t help but let you cuddle up to him.

-All you have to do is bat your eyes at him a few times and usually, he crumbles like chalk. If this were a sport he’d be the champion of giving you whatever you wanted all the time.

-When he goes to the city to run errands for the girls or any other reason, he picks you up cute little trinkets or things that remind him of you. He does it without even thinking too. One second he’s on task, the next he’s buying you flowers and he doesn’t even realize it.

-You occupy a very big chunk of his everyday thoughts, he can’t help that you bleed into things.

-Speaking of, he sends you a ton of messages when you’re out. He likes keeping up with what you’re doing, where you’re at, who you’re with, etc.. He does the same for you, constantly telling you about what he’s up to and sending you little pictures of things he sees.

-He’s a helpless sap, okay.

-Unfortunately, though, he is at war about PDA. He likes it, obviously, but not too much, please?

-He has a reputation that he needs to upkeep, which means you can’t always hang off him, as cute as he finds it. Time and place.

-He’ll hold you at your waist if you’re just standing or walking around, sometimes an arm around the shoulder depending on what’s comfortable. If he’s just with the girls he’ll let you cuddle up to him as much as you please, but if there are a lot of people around he can’t do a ton of cutesy shit.

-Not that he dislikes doing it, but the embarrassment would actually kill him if anyone pointed out how weak the great “Red Scarf” was for his partner. (Everyone already knows this anyway, but it’s the principle).

-Genuinely the only exception is when he’s jealous because the only thing that crushes his pride more is having his relationship disrespected right in front of him.

-Behind closed doors though, Lighter is such a fucking idiot for you. He love love loves sappy romance films and he wants to recreate all those cringy moments that make you sick to your stomach with how sweet they are.

-Chasing you around his or your place, play fighting, twirling you around, or slow dancing in the kitchen to some oldies. He loves all of it, and he wants to do all of it with you, please indulge him. It’s not often he gets to be so free.

-He does the cutest thing when he tells you to get all dressed up packs up a picnic basket and takes you out on his bike to watch the sunset together. You lay there for hours after the sun has set just talking because his favorite thing is talking to you.

-He isn’t much of a talker himself, but he can listen and listen and never get bored of your voice. Just spew random bullshit at him, he’s fine with that, he just likes watching your lips move.

-If he gets tired of listening (which he never will) he’ll just kiss you until you shut up, so don’t worry too much about him.

-Also, I feel like this goes unsaid, but he takes you on plenty of rides on his bike. If you compliment it he’ll get all puffed up like a proud cat, it’s really cute.

-He stares a lot, by the way. Does this come as a surprise?

-He does a lot of standing around and watching, if you happen to be in the vicinity, he’s watching you most of the time. You’re just nice to look at. Lord help him if you turn and smile at him, or give him a wave.

-He allows you to play with his hair in private. He’ll lay his head down in your lap and let you rake your fingers through it, massaging his scalp and ruining his perfectly fluffy hair.

-He will also let you play with his sunglasses, so long as you’re careful with them. If you put them on your face and pretend to be him you’re in for some tickling though.

-Oh, please wear his clothes, pleaseeeeeeee wear them. If you walk out in his shirt he has to do a factory reset. You look so good in his clothes he can’t handle it.

The only thing that might be a little off-limits is the scarf, but even then he might wrap you up in it just to see you wearing the symbol of his strength. His two biggest prides in one? He likes the sight more than he’ll admit.

-Genuinely, he is such a good partner and I could go on and on and on about him, but this shit is like so long already so I have to put the breaks on.

-He’s just such a caring, loving, fun guy to be in love with and he will treat you like a goddamn king/queen all the time because he believes that's exactly what you deserve.

[legandairy-horror]

Does anyone else feel a strange sort of dread waiting for new deltarune chapters?

It sounds crazy right? I admit it's a weird feeling for sure, and I'm not even 100% sure if dread is the right way to describe it. But as more info is revealed and the next chapter inevitably gets closer and closer to releasing I can't help but feel a strange sort of, melancholy? Longing? The only way I can describe it is "when you know the goodbye is coming". The strange somber feeling when you know you’re going to have to leave stuff behind, but aren't quite ready for it yet.

warning: words. Homestuck

In 3 months Chapter 1 will be 6 years old, and in 2 months Chapter 2 will be 3 years old. Deltarune is ostensibly in Early Access but this release schedule puts new chapters closer in time scale to whole sequals if anything, which they most assuredly are not trying to be. This has created a strange situation in the fanbase that I don't think I've ever truly seen anywhere else. One where, In the time between chapters It feels like everyone has had their own chance to decide what Deltarune is to them. To create their own version of this story, to write their own themes that they want to see explored, to imagine their own events and plot twists they want to see play out.

@lynxgriffin Paper Trail Comic Being an Alternate Story following off of chapter 1

@lilybug-02 The Chara Timeline Being one of many interpretations on the popular Asriel & Chara roommates headcannon.

@huecycles Andromeda Chapters being their interpretation on the full game

The innumerable Deltarune Theorists and analysts like HalfBreadChaos, Andrew Cunningham, Stuffed Alpaca, etc. etc.

@vyletbunni Deltatraveler being a whole ass fangame based around a chapter 2 meme that it has long since outlived

And that's kinda the thing isn't it? Once more deltarune comes out, a ton of these projects will just become outdated, it's an inevitability. So what will happen to them? will they become forgotten? maybe, maybe not, it's impossible to tell. but either way it feels kinda sad to think about yknow? that one day all the time and effort spent and all the memories made might one day just cease to exist.

There's a lot more I could say on this topic if given the chance but to keep this tumblr post from morphing into a 2 hour long video essay in text form let me leave off with this.

In the age of the internet and social media there will always be a fan of something. Nothing truly dies quite like it used to anymore, regardless of whatever influencers want you to believe. But that doesn't mean things stop changing, that there wasn't a past that has since been left behind. I'm a Homestuck fan. more specifically I'm a Late Homestuck fan, one who came in after the comic had already ended and it's peak in popularity was long behind it. The fandom's still around all these years later. But it'd be foolish to admit that, 8 years after the comics controversial end, the inescapable trend of new fans replacing old fans has left the fandom wholly disconnected from the monolith that it once was. the only remnants of which lie in decades old discourse and fanfiction. Like old relics of a long forgotten city, waiting to be excavated under a fine layer of dirt.

Before I close out here I just want to make it clear: I'm not saying that we should be trying to return to some nebulous "glorious past" that never really existed. I'm not trying to deride Toby Fox for not working in the sweatshop hard enough to produce more content™, or whatever you wanna try and spin-doctor this post into. It's just a thought that creeps into my head every now that I wanted to share, see if anyone feels the same, yknow?

Besides it's not all doom and gloom. For those of you OG Homestucks who read till the end. You remember Heinoustuck? Guidestuck? Nightfall? Fucking Ke$haStuck? yeah those are still going by the way! after years of inactivity they've now started back up again. some under new authors and some by the same author but still!

You could say a lot about that but to me at least, it makes me feels hopeful in a way. That, even if not everything will survive. we'll at least have some mementos to remember what came before.

[aguinhac]

There's a phenomenal that I don't know if it's a UT AU community only or not but the longer an au is out there's the more that au changes? Not that it changes but the fandom distorts the au to a point where that change is accepted as canon, Not by the creator of the au, but by the fandom. Error considered edgy or horror a cannibal, it's kinda cool when you think about it, but I think no au this phenomenal has happened this much as with PJ and Gradient

Why don't we play a little game? I'm gonna say two character descriptions and you guess which of these two I'm talking about.

One is a 14 year old and are basically the sans version of a DeviantArt kid, Taking this from their creators blog : "They can't help but create but everything they makes is never good enough or it looks terrible to them. so they will try to delete their work not long after with a few exceptions." And "they are like a 13 year old deviantart user that creates bad recolor characters for under novella and brags that their work is the best while hating it at the same time." they currently live in the omega timeline.

The other is a 24 year old, they should be 21 but they took 3 years to be born so they kinda jumped from 21 to 24, they can alter their form only slightly, for their personality their own creator described them as more monotoned, and less expressive/more serious, though they can open up to individuals over a long period of time, they are still curious about the world around them and can bring child like awe wonder/emotion to specific events/situations, they also do vent art and destroy it not long after.

And their most famous ship is with fresh...

....

IN WHAT WORLD IS GRADIENT 14?? AND WHAT EVEN CRAZIER WORLD IS PAPER JAM 24??? WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH THAT? THE FANDOM TAUGHT ME PJ WAS A UWU BOI, NOT A DEPRESSED ONE. WHAT DID DOCTOR STRANGE FUCK UP SO NOW IN THIS TIMELINE PJ IS OLDER THAN GRADIENT??? I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE WHO THOUGHT IT WAS THE OTHER WAS AROUND.

And I've dug deeper into it, I've dug through the wikis and you wanna know what I found? from the most famous of ink kids (those being Pallete, Gradient, Blueprint, Moku, Paper Jam, and Splatter) Paper jam would actually be the oldest of ink's kids, only losing to Rurik who's also 24 but Rurik is from an Underfell au which in turn makes him IRRELEVANT.

and not only that, gradient would be the penultimate of ink's children, only losing to Splatter who's 12 and maybe in some cases to blueprint considering he doesn't have a canon age and is just between 14-18 but his creator likes to think they are 17 so gradient continues to be the penultimate.

But not only that I have dug deeper, Turns out that gradient and splash are NOT ink's kids, THEY ARE ACTUALLY FUSIONS, GRADIENT HAS NEVER EVEN MET ERROR OR INK.

I feel cheated, I trusted the fandom, and turns out everything they told me was a LIE.

THE FANDOM HAS LIED, AND TRICKED US FOR YEARS AND YEARS AND WE NEVER EVEN SUSPECTED.

@7goodangel @roseworks WOMANS, THESE ARE YOUR CHARACTERS WHAT THE HELL.

Here's where I got the info from...

Gradient's personality (and age)

Gradient is NOT a errorink child

Gradient lives in the omega timeline

Paper Jam's personality

Paper jam does vent art

Paper jam's real age

And as a bonus

Paper Jam's Bio

I'm going back to dreamtale, or the star sanses, I don't care I just don't want any more of this madness.

Just to be clear I'm still gonna do comics with gradient being a errorink child...

I'm so tired... Mentally and phisically... This took so long....

[aluria-sevhex]

HELL FUCKING YESSSSSSSS

hey if you wanna read all of my posts as i play through ISAT, they are all tagged as #Aluria plays ISAT for the first time (please don't spoil)

notes:

-aight i'm back yippee

-title theme my beloved

-i always find it so funny when an enemy tries to freeze Mira

-gonna try this boss again

-ok i think i'll just replay Floor 3 on this loop instead of looping forward after i find out another one of Bonnie's favorite foods so i can build up everybody's stats

-OH. BONNIE OVERHEARD THE DEATH CONVERSATION.

-heh Bonnie slapped Siffrin

-uh... the audio is REALLY ominous...

-oh, Bonnie...

-WAIT WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DID I JUST LOOP SLIGHTLY BACK IN THE PAST?

-Siffrin you ok i don't think that was helping ur mental health issues your eye is covered in shadow in your dialogue portrait

-i will once again NOT kill Siffrin via anaphylaxis. i will take the fish head

-...i didn't. get info on Bonnie's favorite foods this time.

-ok according to the save screen that didn't count as a loop

-anyway time to try looping to get the Bonnie snack info

-hey... the Tear dialogue isn't as silly anymore (it just says yes or no without the 'looping time' or 'living time')

-hey i didn't skip any loops this time!

-time to kill this pair of assholes again

-"carry my ashes with you" aw that's a sweet dialogue option

-i am so tempted to kill Siffrin. but i won't.

-awwww... i talked to Bonnie and now Sif is comforting them

-ok how the fuck do i get the info. BONNIE PLS.

-hold up. does Siffrin no longer nod when zoning out? :((((

-WAIT FUCK DID I FORGET TO GET THE KEY ON FLOOR 2.

-...Mira's roommate. was learning to make bombs. why???

-lol Isa knows how to make a bomb

-Mira has anti-anxiety meds. this makes a lot of sense tbh

-...what are these papers for???

-so i decided to try using the silver coin since a person said that you can do something with it related to the croissant lore. and it said "you think about the Incident" or smth like that lol

-lol Sif forgot the term 'stuffed animal'

-idk why but it feels like a lot of Craft skills are like. slower. or have bigger cooldowns in Act 3. even tho i KNOW they don't and my brain is fucking with me

-ok the game accounted for the key thing

-in the bathroom again

-Sif is calming themself again and figuring out what to do

-Siffrin, self-loathing and calling yourself stupid won't help :(

-i zoned out at some minor dialogue but i don't remember what the dialogue was the first time so i am fucking clueless about what was going on with a choice i made. sorry Mira idk why i 'saved you' by smacking your mouth ;_;

-i love getting to obliterate weaker Rock enemies with Paper α V

-i have now gotten Sif to level 60

-sometimes it's nice to take a break and talk to Loop

-wait a sec. doesn't one of the lower floors have a sharpening stone?

-ok it's been a while and now i have everybody back to level 52. time to kick the asses of the 3rd floor boss

-ooo Odile got a new skill

-time for the last snack break!

-Bonnie's upset now because i didn't try the fritters D:

-time to face the King again... and hopefully talk to him

-welp. *that* didn't work

-oh nvm now i can ask him questions via the Craft menu!

-you. you can give the King the flower.

-yeah the characters have a point! why Vaugarde specifically?

-the King is NOT responsible but he says Siffrin has an odd smell. huh... the only other things where an odd smell has been noted is Bonnie saying the star crest Sadnesses smell odd... but if Sif had that smell then it would've been noticed sooner...

-dude. how rude to say that if Siffrin doesn't understand Time Craft they can't understand the King's methods. maybe i should read more on Time Craft in one of the libraries? or that one book on craftonomy...

-the "you have heard this before" for zoning out got more and more annoyed

-once again. what does the King need to say?

-hm i was talking to Odile and Bonnie piped in really excitedly that they have more pineapple in their pocket

-GOD FUCKING DAMMIT MIRABELLE I LOVE YOU BUT YOU STOPPED ISA'S CONFESSION ToT

-time to talk to Euphrasie and loop again ig

-hey what's that in her hair?

-"you inhale sharply, almost choking on the smell of burnt sugar around you" BURNT SUGAR BURNT SUGAR THAT'S THE SMELL OF TIME SHENANIGANS AS SEEN WITH THOSE SADNESSES

-SAY SOMETHING ELSE EUPHRASIE

-how do i get the familytale?

-ok i talked to Odile and i'm gonna help her!

-am i gonna have to go all over town for this?

lmao yeah i think i will

-oh hey the wizard-loving kid is named Manon

-oh my god. i have to go back to the boulanger

-FINALLY

-:O THERE IS NO RESEARCH???

-oh THAT'S why Odile is in Vaugarde

-oh... her mom left... all of her travels here have been to try to reconnect with that part of her...

-HEY SIFFRIN I AM ONCE AGAIN ASKING WHERE THE *FUCK* ARE YOU FROM?

-damn. bro has amnesia

-LMAO I ASKED MIRA ABOUT THE PAPERS AND THE BATTLE THEME STARTED

-...bonding proposals???

-oh my god Mira joined a dating website group

-"we have one of those at home"

-"oh, i don't have a type! i like all kinds of people equally!" is this in a bi way or an aro way

-YEAH AROMANTIC REPRESENTATION

-DIVERSITY WIN! THE KICKASS HANDMAIDEN WHO'S IMMUNE TO BEING FROZEN IN TIME AND THE SORT-OF CHOSEN ONE IS ARO!!! I FUCKING CALLED IT YEAHHHHHHHH :D

-oh, Mira :( you're not the problem you don't have to do anything like that you're not comfortable with

-hm this game is dealing with personal identity a lot

-:( :( :( oh, Mira...

-DIVERSITY WIN!!! THE SKETCHY WANDERER STUCK IN A TIME LOOP WITH MENTAL HEALTH PROBLEMS IS ACE!!!

-MY BLORBOS ARE ACE AND AROACE FUCK YEAH I AM SO HAPPY

-FUCK IT I'M POSTING NOW

SERIOUSLY THO I DON'T THINK I CAN ACCURATELY CONVEY HOW FUCKING HAPPY THIS PART IS MAKING ME. TWO OF MY FAVORITES ARE ACE AND AROACE HELL FUCKING YES

[lilyacorn]

Yandere delinquent x gn!tutor reader part 4!

The hangout date

This is the first part of yandere delinquent

Yandere delinquent- who’s been doing well during his tests, so of course, theres gotta be a reward! He was thinking of the reward way before the bad scores he’d get. Some cute rewards some… ehhhh more “fun” rewards lewd

Yandere delinquent- who decides to make the reward a “hangout!” Date “Why not the mall?”

Yandere delinquent- who specifically made sure to wear the outfit of your favorite color so he could match your eyes! “This is good right?” While looking in the mirror. He keeps info about u in his diary! Even stuff you never told him…

Yandere delinquent- who’s been waiting for this day ever since well ever! He even saved up to buy you stuff like a good friend! boyfriend.He doesn’t bother buying cigarettes since hes busy daydreaming about this day! “…nice! Just enough to impress them with my money!” With a little smile.

Yandere delinquent- who spent hours of planning the perfect “hangout!” date

Yandere delinquent- He also made sure that he’d choose a restaurant that fit your tastes! You never told him your favorite food…

Yandere delinquent- who arrived to the mall too early! “…ah, fuck-“ it’s not his fault he was too excited to “hang out!” Ehem. Date

Yandere delinquent- who roamed around the mall because you haven’t arrived. He also bought something at a jewelry store~ i wonder why hehe

Yandere delinquent- who quickly met up with you and ate a very nice restaurant. Does he even have enough money “is the food good? please tell me it is…”

Yandere delinquent-who offers to watch a movie with you “wanna watch a movie? Please? Pls say yes”with a puppy like smile

Yandere delinquent- who tries so hard to ignore the other guy sitting next to you and how they keep flirting talking to you before the movie!! He’s just jealous of the contact

Yandere delinquent- who follows the guy to the bathroom during the movie and dealt beat up with him…

Yandere delinquent- who slowly initiates contact by slowly moving closer as you watch the movie… i mean srs so little like 1 inch closer every 2 minutes

Yandere delinquent- who at the end of the “hang out” date shows you something he bought earlier at the jewelry store. “Uhm, here!” Flushed ears and cheeks as he gives you a paper bag.

Yandere delinquent- who gets excited when you open it and its a ring… is he tryin to propose- “do you like it?” With a happy smile.

Yandere delinquent- who gave you the right sized ring i wonder how he knows your ring size… “do you like it?” With a goofy smile.

Yandere delinquent- who offers to walk you home, “uhm sorry if its like really weird but! Can i walk you home? Please”

Would you let yandere delinquent walk you home?

Do u guys want a part 5 of this where reader invites him to their house? (considering this is part 4)

[daily-singularity]

Hello. I am here to ask you about their paralells and how insane they make you. Pretty please... you're the only one feeding us the good food...

Going insane. white knuckling my pen and paper. I will do my best to make this coherent, apologies in advance if its a mess!!

In the simplest terms both Gabriel and Hux are carbon copy assembly line units created by Huxlee industries for the purpose of colonizing planets and prolonging the human race.

Gabriel is a tool just as much as the Huxlee units are.

"Each individual was manufactured for a different societal function... The idea was to create a functional society that would operate flawlessly." - Gabriel Soma BIO

"Unlike human clones, the HUX-A7 required no food, no water, no sleep, and no life support system. It was created specifically for outer space exploration and the construction of colonization hubs." - HUX-A7-13 BIO

Gabriel was specifically designed by Huxlee for planet colonization. Outside of his time on Dvarka, I gather that Gabriel was in a permanent deep sleep/cryostatis. All of his memories of his family and childhood are fabrications- he has no real life or directives or experiences outside of his work on Dvarka.

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Both were under the threat of termination, or reprogramming should they fall out of line.

"Dmitri’s not trying to help… he’s trying to get me to stop asking questions. What does he know? What’s he hiding?" - Tome 16, Memory 2998 (Gabriel Soma)

"It remembers its objective. It must assist the crew in terraforming Dvarka. Failure to do so will result in termination."- Tome 16, Memory 2665 (Hux-a7-13)

When Gabriel first starts noticing discrepancies in his memories, his crew's medic writes off his issues as "problems that dont exist", and gives him a drug that fogs up his senses. Its a clear attempt to force him back into subservience, a message of "Stop digging or else".

We're never able to find out what would happen to Gabriel if it became known that he found out about the fact hes a clone, but I gather he would be removed from the project. Terminated so he wouldn't spread panic.

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After Gabriel finds out about the fact he's a clone, it's a lot harder to get more direct info on his mentality, since thats where his Memory archives end.

Neither of them have much experience with free will.

Due to the fact that both Gabriel and Hux were taken by the entity near immediately after learning they were a clone/gained sentience, it isnt much of a stretch to say that neither of them have experience with a sense of individuality.

Gabriel learns that his entire life has been a fabricated lie and then is immeidately shoved into a killing game. He doesn't really get that chance to come to terms with who and what he is before having to fight for his life.

Hux on the other hand, had more time to digest his new worldview. He was able to start forming his own desires and wants even if they were as simple as "Kill the inferior human worms who created me", or abstract as wanting to "the remake the universe in my image over infinate lifetimes"- whatever the fuck that means Hux. Its really unfortunate that he barely begins to form these desires before theyre all stripped away from him and he is once again forced into subservience.

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I was gonna put like idk an insightful little footnote here, but i spent absolutely way to long writing this post. Anyways. Gabriel and hux are both tools struggling with a sense of self while being forced to kill or be killed.

Also. can Behavior please fucking explain to me why Gabriel was waxing poetic about the beauty and godliness of the machine that he watched slowly kill his entire crew, like goddamn ogling that machine, then he exploded it. and then like. went "ok damn still godlike."

I just wanna talk with whoever wrote this please. what was. what does this mean. i need to know.

"It had fabricated a new body for itself. Part flesh. Part silicon. Part human. Part machine. Massive. Powerful. Beautiful and majestic like—

An ancient God."

"Gabe raced across the meadow and into the forest. When he looked back, he saw the HUX emerge from the flames and smoke. Burning. Melting. Shrieking. Deformed. Terrible and wrathful like—

An ancient God"

[somemismatchedsocks]

Heyy so reading this anon hate just kinda pissed me off so i wanted to say some stuff in response

(sorry this turned out to be literally a wholeass nhd paper iykyk but like. I need to get all this off my mind so.)

*deep breath* here we go

Ok so. First. About being the ‘one sonic artist that posts the least abt themselves’ girl do we need to go back to being twelve when our parents taught us to never ever share personal info online???? Literally the only reason i can think of that you’d want to know more detailed personal info abt sock’s life is being a creep. And even if you were genuinely curious and wanted to know them better, you literally could have just asked politely instead of sending a passive aggressive ask asking if those are ur ‘only personality traits’. I mean as far as i can tell YOUR only personality trait is pressuring random artists to stop being a ‘total mystery’ like why is it any of your business of sock’s life is a mystery to you??? Isn’t that kinda the point of internet anonymity??? It’s completely their choice how much they want to share abt their life, if they share anything at all (which, AGAIN, literally has nothing to do with you). If you get any more interesting personality traits other than that then please update me thanks 

And perhaps more importantly all the ‘post more sonadow’ and ‘ur ocs are stupid’ bs. Atp its just kinda sad like i can’t even fathom how unemployed you have to be to take the time out of ur day to spout this crap. Literally do you feel proud of urself now that you literally made socks feel bad for doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING??? BRO??? Like a lot of ppl have said already, it’s sock’s fucking blog and they can do wtv they want to do with it. Art is smth that should be done for personal enjoyment and NOT to gain more followers or popularity online, and even less so to cater towards the irrelevant opinion of little fuckers like yall who weren’t brave enough to submit an ask w/o being anonymous lmfao. Besides nobody ‘shoved’ anything in ur face dude. Like if you legit do not like what ur seeing (which i don’t understand bc literally what did socks art ever do to you) there’s this amazing thing you can do on social media apps called SCROLLING!! And if it’s seriously that big of a deal to you then you can BLOCK!!!!! (not that any of us are gonna miss you shitting on socks for no reason mind you). Socks i can speak for like 99.9999% of ur followers your ocs are NOT amazing i absolutely LOVE reading the lore and all ur oc art is so fucking cool and aesthetic and ur AU is literally genius?????? Like for all yall pathetic haters i’d literally like to see you do better lmfao. If it bothers you sm then pick up a damn pencil and draw smth yourself so you can look at stuff that you want to look at, like socks fucking said, instead of wasting ur time making someone feel bad for doing nothing except posting the stuff that they spent a lot of time and effort on. Blogs aren’t fucking vending machines where you put in a coin and the thing you want pops out, their places where ppl can post abt the stuff they like and share their art and shit. And besides for anyone who’s whining abt ‘i WaNt MorE SonAdOw” like a fucking eight-yr old begging for more ice-cream, first of all have you even seen how much art socks has already posted for sonadow?????? Like its an insane amount and all of it is rlly fucking good too. And if the ‘lack’ of sonadow content seriously bothers ur ass theres PLENTY of other artists on this platform who post a shit ton of sonadow fanart too, literally i don’t understand why it was necessary to specifically hate on socks for that.

And the last little segment on ‘cherry-picking’. Ok at this point it’s getting a little ridiculous. Like literally what did you expect them to do, ignore the ppl who actually appreciate their art and support their content and instead try to hold a rational conversation w assholes like you???? And adjust their content based on your opinion???? Lmao????? Idk how self-centered you have to be to really think that ur opinion as a hater matters so much to a point that socks is obligated to respond to all of yall. Ignoring it was literally the best thing they could do in this situation, but no, you had to come up to their fucking face and call them a ‘cherry-picker’ for not replying to ppl who are sending passive aggressive asks demanding for more sonadow fanart and calling their ocs ‘stupid’. Lol. ok. I mean where did the logic go, up ur tiny ass??

To all the haters: please just get a damn life and leave socks alone thanks 

and the next time you spout this hateful bullshit at least be brave enough to show ur fucking face lmao.

Anyway socks sorry you had to read this eyesore idk how tf i wrote this much but i was getting really fucking pissed at all the random anon hate. Please please know that there are plenty of ppl who love and support ur art and ur ocs and love who you are as a person and friend, and please don’t let those little fuckers get to you. WE LOVE UR ART AND UR AU IS AWESOME KEEP MAKING CONTENT!!!!!!!! 

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holy crap calm down jehdjgshsgsjs this is actual insanity. But I appreciate all the words pftttt- don’t argue with Rey LMAO. 💙💙 this is really fucking crazy kahsjsgsjsvsjsg

[katkalis-the-horror-fanartist]

Is there anything exclusive for the steam version of tnmn?

Some games have platform specific content so I was wondering if the steam version was just a more available option or not (feel free to ignore this if you want. Ik I should just look it up… but in case you needed an excuse to talk about something added in an update or whatever…)

Honestly I've debated asking for some tnmn asks now that the steam ver. brought us back together and revived my interest in it! So I'll tell you only what I have noticed. Anything else you can try to look up!

I've noticed:

-spotting differences is a bit easier. I swear like, especially in nightmare mode, little differences such as the swirls in Drugia's head hands, seem to be no longer a thing that can change?

-i also could just be unlucky and getting a lot of obvious differences in normal mode.

-comparing the documents to the officla info is SO much easier because you can hold the neighbor's papers right beside their official entry in the building's document folder. Their ID number is also 3 digits shorter and I do believe text and images are a tiny bit bigger?

-you are required to complete the checklist to proceed. It also grades you on how correctly you check the boxes. I myself am not really a huge fan of this part. Then once you complete it, THEN you're able to allow or deny the resident entry. Denying them can lead to them potentially going missing, denying a doppel has a chance to trigger the redhanded events, and I do think declining doppels in general instead of calling the DDD on them negatively impacts your score if you care about it. Also once you complete the checklist and activate the door controls, you cant turn back. You're locked in on making a choice.

-you dont have to dial the DDD manually. You just press the button!

-documents handed to you now have an extra security measure: a stamp of approval.

-all doppels in the modes that arent nightmare mode can now be caught redhanded. Some people couldn't be caught redhanded before.

-ive seen new dialogue I've never seen before, ex. Robertsky covered in blood insisting its peach juice and that he loves peaches. Also doppels no longer say FUCK! As its instead censored. Not a fan of this either. It's much funnier being able to read their curses directly.

-nightmares threaten to rip your eyes out if you ask them about their ID. They basically say your eyes are bad. They also in other interrogation dialogues talk about how they knew humans were stupid and how you'll regret declining them entry. A few of em threaten to find you and make you pay.

-you click the neighbor directly to ask questions. They can now leave their hats at home and you're able to confirm by calling the other resident if they're there.

-you can play the Unlikely card game whenever you want after you play it once in campaign mode

-theres a new custom mode where you can design custom neighbors, put them in apartment rooms, and play with them.

-theres a tutorial now when you start the game for the first time

-you get a newspaper at the start of every day. It will tell you who is missing if you cause them to go missing, it shows Keppler's face, and there are various articles of lesser importance you can read. Usually silly stuff.

-if that clown mask guy gives you the paper about the clown during a campaign day, you are guaranteed to play it before the next day. Losing doesn't ruin your entire campaign though. You just continue on like normal.

-in nightmare mode, this lady wearing a mask will hand you a paper about that one muzzled ghost lady and how you cant let her approach the window. If you see her coming up, you need to be quick and press the emergency button before she stops at the window.

-new doppels that are just oh so silly

-a wanted posters section! You have chances to encounter special doppels in campaign mode and when you do, you unlock their wanted poster. Fun to try and run into them all!

-denying every neighbor somehow still grants you a diploma of success.

-you get a diploma for both completing the tutorial and getting perfect on campaign mode. Or again, for denying everyone for whatever reason. But that's not fun. Also these papers you can get put your steam name in there and you can save them as pngs on your desktop! I love that part! (If you're offline itll say "could not get steam username) and that's pretty funny too.

-the conspirator ending is different. You arent in a body bag surrounded by afton and DDD employees. You simply get a paper saying afton is re-instated and they assume you made a mistake and didnt do it on purpose. (I was disappointed in this, yet someone mentioned that after that, it feels like the DDD are watching you and that's kinda cool. And scary.)

-you can type numbers in instead of use the phone if you enable it in settings but idk if that's a new thing or not.

-henry is shown as missing at the end of the conspirator ending, evident on papers in the background.

-i saw new dialogue with bloody Francis where instead of saying its "scarlet milk", he instead says something along the lines of: "dont worry, it's not yours. Consider yourself lucky." BUT idk if that's new or not. I still think it's cool enough to mention here though!

I'm sure I missed at least a few things but talking about these was definitely fun! Hope this helps you decide whether or not you want it. Its defintely cheap. I personally love having the custom mode there for whenever and I love the new doppels and dialogues. Apparently at some point Nacho may add "challenge rooms" involving nightmare characters and I'm excited for that too!

[henrikvanderhussy]

Okay, we've gotta talk about The Silent Spy. I didn't remember much about it before replaying, and you never really see anyone calling it their favorite game, so I knew it wasn't going to be great, but I was still disappointed.

Similar to The Shattered Medallion, which I talked about here, I do think there's a GOOD game in there somewhere, but it's bogged down in some really messy structural problems.

Those problems are also very similar to MED's problems, which makes sense since MED was the next release after SPY. Just like in MED, the character interactions were all over the fucking place. I felt like I had the same conversation with each character about 12 times. Asking Moria "What was the Colony operation?" I dunno Nancy, maybe you could have figured it out from the newspaper article, the archives database, the info from every other character, or the papers at the cabin. And it feels like this is something that would have been relevant way earlier in the game.

But then at the same time, there are these bizarre jumps where it seems like you've missed conversations. We're asking Ewan if we should trust Alec when we've never even talked to Ewan about Alec before and there's no reason they should know each other.

Speaking of feeling like I missed stuff, the poem was the worst. "I need the full color copy of my mom's Jabberwocky poem" Girl, what Jabberwocky poem?? Apparently it was in Nancy's luggage, but the luggage gets stolen immediately when you start the game and we have no idea what's inside of it. She briefly says something to Alec about a poem, but that was after Nancy already noted she needed it to solve a puzzle.

Also similar to MED, there was such a weird manufactured sense of urgency. I was soooo very frustrated by the tests set by Revenant. I got the first call and thought "hmm, not sure what choice I want to make. I'll poke around at some other things first and then decide if I want to follow their instructions or not." Then all of a sudden I get a call saying that I've failed their test.

How was I supposed to know there was a time limit? What was the time limit based on anyway? Was it a literal amount of real-world time? Did I trigger another plot point in the game that ended the window? Hell if I know

The result is that you're left feeling like things could end or change at any moment and you have to do them quickly, but also simultaneously feeling as if it doesn't matter since obviously the game will continue anyway if you miss anything time-sensitive.

A weird combo of both stressed and 'eh fuck it'. Thanks I hate it.

This post is getting longer than I planned, but here's the thing, I actually think these problems could have been addressed with a really simple fix: Let Nancy sleep.

If the call from Revenant says "you have until midnight to give us what we want," then the player knows that if they want to follow the instructions, they need to do it before sending Nancy to bed.

If all of that weirdness in character conversations was because I was talking to characters and doing things out of the intended order, then structure the game so that certain things need to happen before you can go to bed ("I can't sleep yet, I have to xyz!"). Then make it so other actions can't happen until the next day. VOILA, problem solved.

You still want the structure to be somewhat loose to allow the player to explore, and so not everything should be confined to specific days, but it would allow linearity in the things that do need to be linear.

Nancy has a hotel room! There's already a bed and everything! It would have been simple to put in a sleep mechanic, just like in so many of the other games.

Look, I'm not a game designer, so I'm definitely speaking more confidently than I have any right to, but I just feel like the problems in The Silent Spy are fixable! And I really wish they had been fixed!

[ducky-bah]

hii! could you do an osmp!tubbo w/ a steampunk vibe and included alderns and maybe allions if you do those?

and in the same vein, an osmp!tommy (also with a steampunk vibe) with just alderns included as well? hipefully im spacing them out right ^^”

ty in advance and fine if not for both :]

OSMP Tubbo and Tommy! Feel free to edit/scrap anything that doesn't fit!

It is actually disgustingly hard to find on-topic arts, only one art actually kind of fits :pensive_emoji:

Cw for reclaimed slurs

༄~𖦹︎ Name(/s) ➪ Tubbo, Toby (To-BEE), Tubs/Tubz, Bee, Gear

༄~𖦹︎ Pronouns ➪ He/him, Buzz/buzzs, Bee/bees, Api/apis, Honey/honeys, Mech/mechs, Bot/bots, Gear/gears, Comb/combs, Machine/machines, Invent/invents, They/them

༄~𖦹︎ Gender ➪ Boy(?), UuuuuuuuhhhhMasc, SomethingMasc, Genderwhat

༄~𖦹︎ Orientations ➪ CompliAro, LotusRomantic, QuoiSexual,

༄~𖦹︎ Alderns ➪ PersoDernic, RadioactiveDernic, AlderGreen, BugDernic, AntennaDernic, InsectaWingDernic, StingerDernic, BeeDernic

༄~𖦹︎ Allions ➪ BurriAllion, MogaiAllion, FictionAllion, QueerGentAllion

༄~𖦹︎ Age ➪ 21

༄~𖦹︎ Species ➪ BEE!!!

༄~𖦹︎ Role(/s) ➪ Gear Turner, and/or Logician, and/or Compulsion Keeper (if applicable), and/or Emotional Nullifier

༄~𖦹︎ Source or Theme ➪ Origins Tubbo

༄~𖦹︎ Appearance or Faceclaim ➪

➪ Art Links; 1 & 2 & 3

༄~𖦹︎ Likes ➪ Bees (obviously), ducks, inventing, engineering, mechanics, robotics, any kind of making things really, challenges/things that get them thinking, figuring out how things work (will take apart machines/etc that he finds so he can figure out how it was made)

༄~𖦹︎ Mixed Feelings ➪ Being alone, when there's something wrong with one of his creations (provides a learning experience and/or extra challenge, but gets annoying), the cold

༄~𖦹︎ Dislikes ➪ Being disrupted when he's in the zone, when people mess with his creations (Tommy gets away with it anyway), when the solution to a problem seems obvious immediately after figuring it out

༄~𖦹︎ Proxy Option ➪ 🐝⚙️/🍯🔧

༄~𖦹︎ Personality Traits/Quirks ➪ Probably has this fixation on finding the best way to make/do something (most efficient/etc), almost always needs to be fiddling with something, definitely has some good ideas but tends to be more motivated to work on things that Tommy came up with or that the two came up with together

༄~𖦹︎ Typing Quirk(/s) ➪ Replaces 's' with 'z' in many cases

➪ Random Sentence Example; "Tommy. I azked for a zpanner. Thiz iz a zcrewdriver." // "Tommy. I asked for a spanner. This is a screwdriver."

༄~𖦹︎ Extra Notes (If Applicable) ➪ Probably has an old list of ideas or things he needs to make that he never actually follows because he has a new idea every time he plans to get to one of the old ideas (the list definitely has a note saying "TOMMY PROOF THE LAB" in all caps specifically). Finds it funny that Tommy gets tools mixed up. Probably never thought about his gender (too busy thinking about inventions) until being stuck in a room with Tommy during a time she(Tommy) was hyperfixating on xenogenders and info-dumped to Tubbo, and that was when he(Tubbo) realised he didn't really feel that connected to the idea of being a guy (or something)

~~~

༄~𖦹︎ Duo notes (If Applicable) ➪ Tommy probably comes up with insane and ridiculous ideas for machines but has zero understanding on how to make it so suggests it to Tubbo who then says "fuck yeah" after hearing the most work-unsafety disregarding all regulations machine idea. Also Tommy got banned from entering the lab (making things room!!!) because he somehow magically breaks everything and nothing works anymore so now he has to sit outside in the dirt and wait (usually Tubbo caves and comes out to work on small things outside or lets him into the lab then regrets it when everything breaks spontaneously, something probably explodes or spontaneously combusts the moment he enters the lab). There is a paper taped to the wall next to the door of the lab which says "Days since Tommy was last directly responsible for a lab accident" the highest number it had ever gotten to was 3 because he got a horrible fever one time and couldn't make it to the lab, where a number would be is a scratched up scribble because of all the times Tubbo had to cross out the "1" on the paper. Tommy probably also used to help out by passing Tubbo the tools he asked for but would always pass the wrong tool. They're married, qpr? Idk, they might kiss (or might not) but it's not gay or anything /silly

~~~

༄~𖦹︎ Name(/s) ➪ Tommy, Falcon, Red, Mellohi

༄~𖦹︎ Pronouns ➪ He/him, She/her, Avian/Avians, Feather/feathers, Talon/talons, Claw/claws, Bot/bots, Chirp/chirps

༄~𖦹︎ Gender ➪ Bigender Genderfluid, Demifluid Bigender, Demigirlfluid, Demiboyfluid, Transfem Femboy, Transfem Boy, Femboygender, Demiboygirl/Demigrilboy-fluid, Digibird, Boydyke, Girlfag, Prettyboyfag, Girltwink, Girlyboygender, Transfemmasc boygirl, Transfemmasc, Transmascfem, Girlboyfriendic, Boygirlfriendic, Avianic, Mechangelic, Fallfeatherian, Birdgender, Chickengender

༄~𖦹︎ Orientations ➪ Lesbian-ish, Lesboy Bigay, Lesboy, Bigay, Gaybian, Bi Gaybian, Futch Bigay

༄~𖦹︎ Alderns ➪ Alderitch, AviMechDernic, AlderFang, Alderfrecklan, AlderAviTalon, AlderRed, AlderAvian

༄~𖦹︎ Age ➪ 20

༄~𖦹︎ Species ➪ Avian (Chicken?), may or may not have machine/robot parts to replace anything lost to injury (thank Tubbo for the replacement parts)

༄~𖦹︎ Role(/s) ➪ Chameleon, and/or Overrider, and/or Assidumate

༄~𖦹︎ Source or Theme ➪ Origins Tommy

༄~𖦹︎ Appearance or Faceclaim ➪

➪ Art Links; 1 & 2 & 3

༄~𖦹︎ Likes ➪ Coding, exploring/adventures, cows, chickens, xenogenders&neogenders, the sky & heights, climbing, open spaces, pranks, challenges & competition, Legos (it's the only thing she can build with without immediately destroying everything in the vicinity), just doing things - simply not sitting there doing nothing

༄~𖦹︎ Mixed Feelings ➪ The quiet, enclosed spaces

༄~𖦹︎ Dislikes ➪ Rules, large flat areas, numbers, being misunderstood, being ignored

༄~𖦹︎ Proxy Option ➪ 🪶🔥/🪛🐓

༄~𖦹︎ Personality Traits/Quirks ➪ Yaps a lot (talkative), energetic, rebellious, loyal, courageous, mischievous, reckless

༄~𖦹︎ Typing Quirk(/s) ➪ Usually types in all caps, may also use smallcaps when typing in "lowercase"

➪ Random Sentence Example; "FUCK YOU" // "ғᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ" // "fuck you"

༄~𖦹︎ Extra Notes (If Applicable) ➪ An inventors nightmare /half-joking, the lab cannot survive him because his aura is too strong. Cannot recognise tools correctly but pretends he grabbed the wrong tool on purpose. Definitely hoards neogenders and xenogenders. Probably once got stung by a bee then responded by killing it and immensely offended Tubbo who witnessed the whole thing (Tubbo would have claimed Tommy must have deserved to get stung). Has probably responded to someone asking what his 'origin' was with "I'm a fucking bird. Tweet tweet motherfucker"

i have autism

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Okay idk how to format this as a title, so I'll cut to the chase. I have a bit of a crush on one of my former coworkers (we're both in our early 20's) and even if I weren't attracted to them I still wanted to keep in touch as like friends because we had a lot of similar interests and I enjoyed talking to them. So on their last week I made a card for them in CSP with a D&D character they had mentioned to me once in a conversation. I gave them several ways to contact me but also stressed that I didn't want them to feel obligated but like if they wanted to talk I'd also like to keep in touch and even included the contact info on a separate paper just so that it wouldn't sour the card itself but they did specifically say we could keep in touch. Then they mentioned that they have the most recent pokemon game and it turns out that they have the version that I don't have, and I mentioned, "hey maybe we could trade pokemon" because I had gotten really lucky with surprise trades and only needed two version exclusives from the other game to complete the dex, so on their last day I gave them my Nintendo friend code and discord and they seemed like they were cool with it. Anyways I had told my friends about this to help make me accountable for going through with the card thing because I'm a bit of a coward ngl, especially when there's a very low chance for success, and they asked me who it was so I told them, and then they found said coworkers instagram (no clue how) and I followed said coworker on instagram where I do say my like actual name and stuff (I only really use it for posting my art). And like I sent them 3 messages a week apart each time, it was just memes that I thought they'd find funny because I'm bad at breaking the ice (socially inept) and they hadn't contacted me first. But I'm looking back at this and thinking "Wow that's fucking creepy of you what is wrong with you". And idk, just looking to see if my actions were creepy or not.

What are these acronyms?

[night-dark-woods]

ID1. Mostly uncolored digital sketches with notes on a gray canvas of some Destiny 2 OCs. Fuller is a scrawny pale human warlock with white hair and green eyes, holding her ghost out and talking excitedly looking back over her shoulder. There is Hive architecture behind her, and her armor is labeled "Dreambane robe but she cut the ruff off for sensory reasons."

Fuller: "Cel says this would be a great spot to connect to the Ascendant Realm, Toland was here & didn't shut the door behind him all the way and if you'd stop being such a coward and let me hook Cel up to your implants we could learn so much you're just fucking wasting them."

Celadon, in the Eris Morn shell, nods in agreement.

Hapax, an Awoken hunter with orange eyes, multiple piercings, and a shaved head, glares at her. A note next to her says, "Finger on the button for Fuller's shock collar, picturing her writhing in agony. Non-sexually. Of course."

A mark next to her top lip is labeled, "Scab on lip from last time they fucked. Fuller doesn't even have fangs."

Her ghost Schiller, in the Starlight shell, hovers next to her, and is labeled, "Quite over this whole situation."

ID 2. screenshotted tumblr post (link) that reads:

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More info abt them under the cut.

Fuller: Named for the groove down the blade of a sword that removes weight to make it easier to wield. Underfed, undersocialized, and unhealthily and concerningly obsessed with how the Sword Logic and the Ascendant Realm interact. Top of Aunor's shit list of "Guardians I may need to kill at a moment's notice." Fuller is annoying enough about all of this that Toland avoids her- tenured research professor who would rather kill himself than teach an undergrad class type vibes. He wants to pontificate to a captive audience. He does not want to hear Fuller's latest data on exactly how many joules of energy a thrall can produce depending on how recently it has killed something. Fuller isn't interested in the Sword Logic as philosophy, she wants to pick apart and quantify exactly how that philosophy is somehow made real. And unfortunately for everyone around her she is not particularly interested in piddling matters like Ethics or Safety.

Celadon: Fuller's ghost. Named for the pottery color. Fuller's delighted and willing co-conspirator. Co-author on her papers. (Unpublished. But there's a lot of them. That "who should I email if I have theories I tried a college and they ignored me" reddit post.)

Hapax: Named by her ghost for hapax legomenon, the term for a word that only appears once in a text, body of work, or language. Corsair before & after resurrection, working w/ a different unit once Risen for everyone's comfort. Loyal to the people of the Reef, Petra, and much further down the list Mara, in that order. Flunked out of Techeun training in her first life and still has the implants, which are her best trait in Fuller's eyes. Stuck on babysitting-slash-potential-assassination duty with Fuller in the Hellmouth as a diplomatic favor from Mara to Ikora. Got the shock collar from Aunor (Ikora does not know about this nor would she approve) after Fuller tried to fuck around with her Techeun implants. Ambivalent hatred for Fuller at first, but now she's a little entranced and a lot attracted to the little freak.

Schiller: Hapax's ghost. Named for the specific kind of lustre that stones like labradorite have. Long-time resident of the Dreaming City long before she raised Hapax, very interested in the history of it. Regards Celadon with disdain for her lack of ethical research practices. Has given up trying to stop Hapax and Fuller from fucking, but makes her opinion on it known.

[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 97 // Reasons // XXX

Contents (Warnings): Drake and Alexander (Angst, slight blood warning, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 3,800+

Song I correlate to this Chapter: Farewell Wanderlust - The Amazing Devil Karaoke

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3 years and several months ago

Drake

How do I put it?

A noose of remorse wound around Drake's neck as he debated his words.

It had been a few months since the incident. He recovered, so did Alexander. They started talking and hanging out a bit more. However, he felt the need to right some wrongs, especially with him. 

What could I say, sorry I tried to kill you? 

He didn't treat Drake any different than the first day they met and onward. Nor did his heart hold any unsteady beats. 

I don't get it. His fingers fiddled with the corner of his book. Despite reading his manga page ten times, Drake couldn't comprehend the images anymore or read the Japanese. 

He set it down on the kotatsu table in his 'hidden' room and got off the floor. Since they didn't catch find or catch, Andras, he wasn't allowed to leave the house unsupervised. 

He took out his laptop and searched the web for designs, apology cards he could print out. None of these look or sound good. He saw one that had a toilet paper roll that said, 'oh shit, I'm really sorry', the next with vacuums saying, 'I suck, I'm sorry', another with screws, 'sorry I screwed up'. All of them seemed to comical for this situation. 

He groaned aloud and pushed his computer aside, I'll just write something. 

He went to his notebook and flipped through his guilty pleasures, mostly fanfictions, those at which he'd never show a soul. He took his pen out from the rings and started to write.

He scribbled down what he felt, what he wanted to say, read it back and then tore it out. He did so for the next five, still unsatisfied with what wrote. 

Why is this so hard to write! He knew what he wanted to apologize for and still couldn't articulate it. 

He moved his pen in between his teeth in absentminded exasperation. His smaller, retracted fangs chewed the flimsy plastic as he pondered silently.

His mind felt like a cleared whiteboard before an apprehensive student afraid of answering the question wrong. Just write it already! He crunched through the upper half of the pen and it's ink—eager to be released—flooded his mouth.

He dropped the remaining pieces and broke into a coughing fit. He grabbed the basket near him with his failed notes and profusely spit into it. 

"That's so gross!" He yelled with a few more attempts to clear his tongue. 

Mostly anything besides flesh and blood tasted stale to him, specifically the blood and flesh of anything other than human. He unintentionally hit his first craving for sentient blood and attacked one after the whole thing with Andras. 

Though, stronger flavors like the pens ink, had a taste, fainter but still effective. 

He spit one last time and threw his head back. His hands plopped down on either side behind him. They held him from falling back completely. His bangs slipped from their place over his eyes. His red hue, met with the red LED's he had at the rooms edges, and then to the few over his cases of figurines from his favorite shows or manga's.

He shouted out, incoherently and threw himself up to get another pen. STOP BEING PATHETIC AND FUCKING WRITE THIS DAMN APOLOGY!

He went to his desk and to the pencil holder behind his right monitor. He pulled out a pen and when he twisted on his heels back to the surface, he heard the click of the door.

He scrambled toward it, pushing off the table, and he slid to fast in his socks across the wooden floor. He almost fell. 

He grabbed the handle and yanked it toward himself to shut it. "HEY! HAVE YOU ever heARD OF KNOCKING!!" He shouted, his voices pitch dropped then rose, embarrassingly. 

He didn't let go of the handle, even after the resistance stopped. 

"Sorry."

The familiar, familial ring from beyond the wood replied quietly. The guilt, Drake felt too, controlled their sound. 

"Why were you trying to open the door, Ulysses?" Drake asked, cracking it open enough to be heard easier. Not that either of their hearing would have been impaired by the door. 

"Mom sent me up here. Her and Dad are with Pete's," they couldn't hear each other's heartbeats, though, his tone held something back. Drake didn't quite know what it was. "They told me to tell you what happened and to tell Wenna after she gets back from Viola's."

"Give me a second," Drake said. 

He created an opening big enough for him to slip through, then closed the door to his 'secret' hideaway. 

Drake peered up at his older brother. There was another conversation he needed to have with Ulysses too. 

Drake's anxious smile dropped. He saw his brothers eyes were lined with a watery gleam and slightly red where there should be white.

He took a step closer, his hand reached out, shakily to grab Ulysses shoulder. "What happened?" 

Ulysses lowered his head, "I know you weren't close to any of them, but they're both going to need us..." His brother put his hand on Drake's and with a struggled sigh, he finished. "Because Olcay is dead."

...

About 3 and a half years ago

It had been two months since he was told about Olcay.

Alexander no longer lived with his dad nor came to their house. 

In his phone, Drake saw the first and only message he sent since last seeing Alexander. It asked him to join his dad's newly made pizzeria.

Alexander's dad found and disclosed his new address to them. However, Pete refused to overstepp his son's boundaries and go there himself. 

Drake originally planned to do the same. Yet, there he was, knocking at Alexander's door.

This is stupid. Drake said in his head. The essay for an apology he wrote held the same weight as 50 pounds of lead in his pockets. 

He waited until Alexander answered. Drake immediately scanned over the disheveled, weakened male. The hybrids, lifeless eyes with sunken bags, dropped to the floor. He didn't look at Drake.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Alexander's voice, though threatening, held as much push as a gentle breeze in the middle of a vast ocean. 

Drake winced. He couldn't reply—his ears were consumed with the heaviest beats he'd ever heard. They sounded bottomless with thick, struggling thumps like his arteries were filled with tar. 

Alexander repeated his question and got ready to shut the door. 

Drake stuck his hand in his pocket, fumbling to take out his apology. Alexander leaned on the rim for support and waited. 

His fingers traced the paper, and he paused. When I'm upset, what do I do to find comfort? He remembered every time they met, Alexander held a game system. 

"Uh," Drake moved to the phone beside the notes in his pocket. 

He lifted his phone out and tapped the screen. "I was thinking of starting one of those games you liked," He frantically searched for the game system on his phone and showed the first he found. "Since the console is so expensive online, I thought I'd just ask to borrow it with the game."

Alexander shrugged and moved aside. He left the door open for Drake to follow, and he did. "Which game?"

Drake tried to think of what he saw, "the one with that pink moving sphere in it."

"Battle Brothers Ultimate?" Alexander asked. 

"Yeah, that one," there wasn't anything of value in Alexander's space besides a few pillows on the ground, a blanket, and a T.V. with game consoles attached to it. The bedroom looked empty, and the T.V. screen was the only light in the apartment. 

Drake recognized it was the game he was playing at the moment. "Oh, you know...I kinda need to learn the controls. Can you teach me?"

"You can learn on your own. It's easy," Alexander said, about to pull it from its dock. 

Drake sat down with his resolve. "I wanna learn from you so I can properly beat your ass at it." He chuckled. "Student becoming better than the teacher style."

He took a gamble saying that—he wanted to break the awkward tension.

Alexander stared at the screen in contemplation. He gave up and sat down, "okay."

Drake took the controller handed to him. He had never played with a controller, so the feeling was foreign. 

Alexander explained the basic controls in a monotone manner. When the game started, Drake attempted to replicate the repeated combos Alexander lazily threw down. 

The hell!? Drake grumbled. He accidentally threw himself off the platform for the second time.

"Are you good?"

Drake uttered back in dejection, "Fine, just making sure you have a fair chance against me."

Alexander stared back at the screen, and within the next few seconds, Drake lost. The same happened match after match. Alexander held no mercy.

"You don't have to keep jumping off the platform to make it 'fair.'" Alexander cracked a smile. It was the first Drake seen in the last hour.

Drake nudged him with his shoulder, "When I can play this game properly, you're finished!" 

From then on, Drake played every so often with Alexander at his apartment, and eventually, he even got him to join the pizzeria, too. 

Though, Drake never gave a proper apology nor had the chance to talk to Alexander about everything that happened. Anytime it was brought up, Alexander shot him down just like he did the rest of their family.

...

(Present)

Drake

Zetsu escorted them outside their cell when Drake finished saying his shame aloud. And unfortunately for the tall and skinny lad, he didn't shove them both inside when he had the chance. 

He didn't tell me to be quiet or exert his power over me. He's naive and scared; I can hear it.

Lynette's tempting heart hummed sympathetically. Drake would have to make it seem like he wasn't coherent enough to attack. Sorry, Lynette, I know you'll unknowingly play along. 

"I hope that doesn't make you hate me," he said.

"No," Lynette answered sharply. "You wanted to make it right."

"Of course I did." Drake hadn't expected her to respond so fast and to be honest about it. This makes me feel worse for fake fishing for your pity. When his ears caught Zetsu's rhythm, wanting to reach out to him, he realized Zetsu also held an abundance of shame. 

"I was a spoiled brat who never got punished for anything," Drake said, his eyes drifted to Zetsu. "You look like a selfish brat as well." He mocked. 

Zetsu timidly denied the claim, "I-."

"Then why are you guilty," Drake flipped toward him and lowered his head enough to slam into Zetsu's chest. He got the both of them on the stone ground.

"Drake!" Lynette called. 

Drake got on top of him, bringing his head down as hard as he could into Zetsu's skull. It didn't crack; it simply disoriented the twig enough for Drake, with his hands bound, to open his mouth and lunge in for a bite. 

Zetsu barely shielded himself, his arm being bit into instead of his neck. Zetsu howled.

Fuck, he'll just heal it. 

Zetsu barely pushed Drake off and held his bleeding arm. He dragged himself back into the bars of their cage. He looked as full of fear as the several eyes that had soundlessly watched them walk the halls of this dark, musty, and old cement basement. 

He's weak. 

Drake had found the perfect person to exploit. Their chance to kill him and run. 

Lynette intervened, "Stop!"

"Get out of the way." Drake moved around Lynette. She then wrapped her arms around him and over his chest. "Lynette, stop it; go back to the elevator."

She couldn't stop Drake from walking toward Zetsu. Why isn't he healing himself?

"He's innocent! He's not a danger to us."

Drake's vocals spewed with annoyance, "Are you serious! HE'S WORKING FOR ANDRAS!"

Zetsu whimpered, his body slumped, "n-not, my c-ch-ch."

Lynette spoke for him, still trying to keep Drake from getting close and failing. "He's not doing it because he wants to. He's friends with Wicks and works at the C.P.P.A. Andras forced him to work after he killed his brother."

Drake stood over his prey that slowly fell victim to his paralyzing venom. "Doesn't mean��shit, Lynette. If he's working for Andras, he's evil."

"You worked for Andras."

"That's-" Drake looked back at Zetsu and then wormed his way out of her grip. "Fuck, Lynette, then what do you want to do? Let him lock us up and leave while Andras kills my fucking brother?!" 

The desperation reflected back at him from Lynette's orbs. He didn't realize he was on the verge of tears. 

Lynette receded. "N-no. I-I think we can work with him to escape." She turned to Zetsu, "r-right?"

She awaited his answer, and Drake thought. It won't work. He'll betray us. For some reason, Zetsu hadn't tried to heal himself. It was almost like he couldn't. He didn't even try to fight me. I can't use magic or my vampire beast form, so why wouldn't he?

Drake sometimes disliked hearing their lies, feelings, and truths. Zetsu was terrified, fearing for his life, and Lynette wholeheartedly believed he was worth helping. That they could all work together.

He figured she planned this before Drake babbled on earlier. 

"Zetsu?" Lynette dropped down to his level and pushed at his shoulder. He twitched in response. His eyes pleadingly looked at her.

Drake grit his teeth, turned his head away, and groaned. "He's paralyzed, Lynette. He can't talk." He moved his shoulders back and forth like he could free his hands from the binds at his forearms, "when it wears off, I'll consider what you said." 

Drake dropped low, and his piercing gaze locked onto Zetsu, "However, I'll be asking the questions, and if you lie to me, I'll tear out your neck."

...

Alexander

It took a lot out of him to find the place dipped within a valley surrounded by mountains. He followed the tether that the seal on the car provided then pursued it. I would have been here earlier if I had been better with spatial magic. 

He stumbled down the side of the smaller mountains until he reached its base. To a human, they'd only see a clear, undisturbed valley—to monsters or magus's like Alexander, the golden barrier was clear as day. It shimmered, a repellant for any humans who neared and a warning to any monsters entering its range without clearance. 

With his eyes aglow, he traced the outside of the barrier. He touched it, knowing it'd alert the creator—he didn't care. He had to study and understand its creation and flaws to enter it without hurting himself. 

Alexander lacked the power to break it outright.

He walked around the edge and finally found the spot he was looking for. The weakest point was always where it was created. 

His hand pressed it, and he slid through it like mail through a mail slot. He was grateful he only received a light sting of rejection. It could have been worse, becoming temporarily paralyzed for the next three days.

He only had a moment to adjust to the sparse forest line ahead because his senses blared when he took his second step.

He launched forward, landed on his hands, and flipped off them. The back of his tank top brushed with the incredible blaze but luckily didn't light. 

Alexander delineated the direction of the clawed flamed hand. It held delicate features, slender and sharp, even as a wild inferno of red. 

"Damn, I missed." 

It wasn't Andras. 

Alexander's eyes dipped to her exposed chest first, then back to her face. She held a soured purse to her lips. The hand receded back and formed her normal human-looking one. 

The trees and ground roasted quietly where Alexander once stood. 

"You're faster than I-" 

Alexander didn't wait; he wasn't here for idle chitchat or 'compliments.' The slits of black in her eyes narrowed in. 

As he closed the distance, the air increased in heat, and fiery red arrow-like feathers surrounded him. It didn't stop his approach—he deflected those in front with gray barriers. The feathers smashed against them and erupted into flowery bursts. 

While those behind him hadn't caught him aflame enough, his cloak protected him. He grabbed the front of her neck and, without hesitation, slammed her into the bark of a tree. 

He held her there and put a barrier over her eyes. Most magic used sight.

"Wow." She said, unimpressed.

His fingertips curled tighter. She had much more resistance than he anticipated, so he figured she was a much bigger and denser monster. "Where's Drake and Lynette."

"You'll see em' soon," she replied. 

He saw her attempt to break her human case. He sealed it faster than she could fully break out. The red scales along her face faded as fast as they appeared.

"Oh, that's annoying." She inhaled aloud, and Alexander's instincts warned him once more. 

He let her go when his hands burned. Her skin smoldered with heat. He couldn't push away in time. His short sweats and compression pants underneath were set aflame. The flesh around them blistered and burned.

He held his tongue, used reversal magic as fast as he could, and recovered them. It helped for now. 

She threw her body up and her arm forward. It flurried out in fire, a giant hand mimicking her monster form.

The base of its flaming palm struck his upper body; his cloak couldn't stop it. It crushed him back through not one but three trees. The third, his back was splinted into. She had the hand pull him from the tinder and squeeze. He suffocated in the burn that threatened to cremate his body. 

She then threw him to the side like an unwanted toy. 

Alexander's orientation metaphorically went out the window. He hit the ground with his back, his knees, ass, and head. The force wasn't enough to kill him, at least. His glasses barely stayed on, though their frames melted.

He didn't breathe. He didn't want to smell any more of his burning, putrid flesh.

He shook, trying to get up even after he had healed his body, clothes, and glasses. She's a dragon. It took him until now, but he recognized what kind. Those that they referred to on Earth as a Phoenix. What Lev's supposed to be. 

Alexander had never fought Lev in a battle of magic—he almost regretted it. She seemed in control enough to replicate her dragon body through flames. 

"Good, you're not dead." She said. She crouched in front of him, fearlessly.

"Isn't your point to kill me." Alexander had created another cloak over himself. 

The woman swayed, "How much I'd love to, one, you're not worth eating. And most importantly, Andras ordered me otherwise." She pulled her arm back, "so are you giving up? Or do I have to keep burning you?"

Dragons excel in their element. He reminded himself, I can't outdo her using water, Earth to smother the flames, nor wind to blow them out. She overwhelmed Alexander in that regard. I can't make a shield strong enough to counter her, either. 

Comparatively, she had more energy than him at this time, too. He traveled to countries to get her; it took way too much out of him. 

I can win if I seal her magic in her human case for a few minutes. He got ready to move. He sensed the roots underneath him and where they led. I'll need to touch her seal to do something that complex and pray I get everything right.

The ground rumbled, and she knew his choice. 

Her hand launched, ready to slam down on him, but those roots sprouted from below, wrapped around his wrists, and yanked him out of the way. His soles were still lit. It flicked him onto his feet. 

I can't be reckless. I have to conserve what I can.

The garden's green erupted into flames behind him, and he saw the circling spikes at his back. He threw up another barrier to prevent them from hitting him. 

She used that time to send her other hand forward in flame. Alexander dropped to the floor, then rolled out of the way as she slammed it down. She almost crushed him like a bug.

A blazing trail lingered in the air across the stone path that led through the garden. The imitation of her real forms, hand covered in flame, swiped into him like a cat with a mouse. His cloak shattered as he was sent airborne. 

He spiraled up and out of control. His glasses came off in the process. Everything mashed together, the green and brown with bits of red from below, and what he believed to be above, white and blue.

He did what he could to stop himself with a barrier, missing at first by putting one below himself, then finally in front. 

He banged into it, at least stopping his acescent. Right before he started to fall, he saw the red ball spread out, and the heat hit him before she did.

She successfully wrapped her human-looking hand around his ankle and part of his calf. She pulled him higher by it, and his world began spinning again. This time faster as her burning grip melted groves into his flesh.

He couldn't stop her with the flames engulfing them both. 

At this rate, he felt like the muscles and tissue helping hold his femur in the socket were being stretched thinner and thinner. He could almost feel it on the verge of popping out.

He assumed the velocity satisfied her, as there was one last spin before she sent him downward. 

He preemptively healed himself, then felt the erupting pain shoot up his spine and along every other part of his back. He'd imagine if he didn't, he might have been crippled.

I have to end this. 

His rattled mind echoed with the ringing of his ears in the background. His form didn't want to get up. He was on the verge of shifting into something ugly. I can't let them die. 

His sight was shit, and he had to hope she didn't come down after him yet; she didn't. Because if she did, he might have teleported into her body when he used his spatial magic to close the distance. 

He hadn't shown her that he could do this. Most Magus couldn't as young as him, not that he was impressive doing it. He was subpar at best; it took far too much for him to perform. He didn't excel in it like Wenna or Wicks. 

Though blurry. Her flames made it easy to spot her. So, he used his magic to propel himself up, almost in a blink of minor teleportation that relied on 'sight'.

He could tell he surprised her, as she didn't instantly attack. 

He threw his glowing hand out to touch the seal at her chest, but his fingertips barely touched her hot skin. He didn't go up high enough.

Shit.

The woman with the open dress shirt then brought her two flaming hands up and went to smash Alexander between their palms for his misjudgment. 

...

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oh please gay middle aged men….

ok i wanted to answer this as soon as i got it but it was past midnight for me and i had to go to sleep lol. anyway i'm awake now so It's Time. (i wrote so much more than i thought i would. i've been typing for like an hour...)

so it all started when i had to write a 10 minute play for a creative writing project last year. we did some brainstorming exercises to make sure everyone in the class had something compelling to write for, and one of those exercises involved selecting common tropes in famous plays at random. so we had to pick three slips of paper from the box and come up with a story that ties in the three tropes we ended up with. the professor was a little concerned when i pulled "nationalism," "fate vs free will," and . a third thing i can't for the life of me remember. it honestly might have been like "nature vs man" lol i don't know. anyway, everyone was surprised when i actually came up with something.

the original story goes like this: three average american dudes living average american lives. they don't follow soccer, but they know that team usa is somehow on their way to the world cup, so they've employed their usual (over-the-top) superstitions to help them along. the night before the championship, one of them orders chinese takeout (they're not allowed to order "enemy cuisine" until that team is out of the running (china hasn't qualified for the world cup since 2002 but just pretend with me)) and ends up with an extremely specific fortune cookie that says as long as the three of them watch the whole match, usa will win. naturally, the paper then spontaneously combusts and he has to convince the other two without it.

so, on a stormy night three dudes who know next to nothing about soccer but combined have all the sports-related superstitions in the world are now watching the world cup, knowing that they have already set the outcome of the game in their favor just by seeing it through but not trusting that enough to abandon their frankly insane rituals. most of the comedy of the play is tied to someone being told to absolutely under no circumstances sit down/stand up/touch the tv remote/talk about losing/talk about winning/etc. in the end, the power briefly goes out in the storm, the game is lost in the few seconds they aren't watching, and the play closes with the commentators dragging usa for an incredible loss while the guys realize what happened.

i was happy with the play and received great remarks on it, but i've been wanting to rewrite it some before putting it anywhere. more importantly tho i spent so long writing these guys for a ten minute play that i came up with all sorts of side info for them. i also changed their names because i didn't like the ones i wrote for the class (i gave them dudebro names but they weren't middle-aged sounding enough lol).

first of all, they're in a polycule. they've known each other since childhood but only got together in adulthood, and they don't live together just yet. they all work fairly steady jobs and spend their time off at one of their places depending on what they plan on doing.

the one hosting the fifa watch party is adam. he's the most superstitious and as a former star athlete he knows the most of the three (minimal) about soccer. he has the nicest place with the biggest tv and keeps it mostly clean. it is mentioned in the play that he likes to watch asmr videos with the sound off because he doesn't like the sound.

the one who opened the fortune cookie is kenny, short for kenneth. he doesn't understand or give a damn about any sport and is extremely skeptical, but was interested to see how his weird as fuck fortune would turn out. he also drinks too much dr pepper. this does come up in the play. his place is actually a mess (he's very forgetful) but the other guys find it endearing. he thinks it's bizarre that the first guy watches asmr for the visuals since it's supposed to be about the sound.

the third guy is curtis. he's pretty superstitious but the only sport he really understands and pays attention to is american football. he spends most of the time acting super "usa! usa!" to the point where the other two are like "hey man you're not usually like this we're here for you if you need to talk." he's very emotional because he has a big heart. his house is a little messy but only because he has two or three dogs that everyone loves very much. he thinks asmr stands for "audio something something something."

i could continue to make up new things about them forever. they're like old friends to me. kenny loves food but can't cook (he Can but it doesn't turn out very well). curtis is the Real chef of the three, and the other two want him to make a living of it but he's not confident enough in his abilities. adam is a little bit scared of dogs but was introduced very gently to curtis' dogs and now they're mostly chill. kenny doesn't yet know that he's a cat person because he's a big fan of dogs and doesn't know that those aren't mutually exclusive (and then one day he rescues a stray kitten and that animal becomes his Child). curtis got the other two into street fighter when they were younger and is still a little upset that they both turned out to be better than him (and that they still are). god. my guys. my guys.

i love boring characters who experience situations it's like fun to me please understand. i've been wanting to write more plays with them and whatnot. whenever i get around to that i'll probably post about it on neocities :)

ok that's enough rambling for one morning lol hope everyone enjoyed it 👍