#long post woopsies

[myplushheart]

going over the inner meanings of some of my ship tags for fun

⚙️caws and beeps⚙️ -> the phonetic sounds of laughter from both po3 and bandit

👻the contract of a lifetime👻 -> the ultimate life lasting contract.. a marriage contract!

♦️playing hard to catch♦️ -> a play on the phrase “playing hard to get”, altered to fit into the tom and jerry chase and rivalry these two go through in their early days with nyxie being a snarky on the loose thief and scarab constantly being on her tail (literally!)

💐the tourist florists💐 -> in selfship canon, alive pheonix and tammie (my name for the florist) were traveling flower sellers! they settled down in the kingdom that prince and mj lived in, and that’s how they all met!

❄️soundbyte❄️ -> based off of how the ninjago fandom actually makes up their ship names. was originally going to be tagged with “soundbyteshipping” but i felt like that was too long. soundbyte is a play on the fact they’re both robots, and how my s/i has the power of sound or, mainly, loud music!

🍌starting anew with you🍌 -> in selfship canon, yomiel actually breaks it off with fiancé sissel, because he tells her he wants her to move on and not have to wait for him for ten years in prison. he’s changed too much, and there’s things from his “past” he can’t bare keeping from her against her knowledge. this was all true, but it was also because in that erased painful timeline, he met someone new, and wanted to reunite with them.. wonder who that could be! (it’s me :3)

💼hey chicken tender!💼 -> created with the idea that parsley purposefully calls me chicken tender from the one goof up with “flower vender” becoming mixed up with “chicken tender”. it’s now just because an inside joke, and she’s still called that by him because she’s so obsessed with eating chicken tenders.

🎤the sound of your heart beeps🎤 -> a pun on “heart beat”, being changed into “heart beeps” because of the monitor always on his screen.

🎲dots and spots🎲 -> king dice has dice dots all over his head, and pupup has freckles!

🎰some bad rng🎰 -> a joke on the mix of a character with horrible luck and a character who’s power is “glitch”, aka working like game glitches.

⚔️sister from another mister⚔️ -> chip is basically an adopted sister into the borg family, so she’s pixals sister from another mister! the mister in question being her original creator, aka real dad, the mechanic.

💰i stole your heart first!💰 -> wouldn’t you believe it, gaster actually fell for minu first.. so a fun little bit on thievery with our infamous cringefail criminal!

🦅the best part of july🦅 -> when i made this, i think i was holding some strong spite for the history of july 1st? but apollo’s birthday is on july 1st, so he makes it all worth it!

🏜️luck of the draw🎰 -> they both use guns! that was my only thought process. luck of the draw is basically zora being always lucky with her shots, conveyed with “draw” being used in a different context, and gansley also having his own sort of.. “”luck”” with his draws.

🎵crimes and covers🎵 -> randomly came up with this one day and thought it was too good to not use. singing while they do crimes together! and covering up evidence maybe.

👻till death did we part✨ -> mj, pheonix, and snatcher weren’t able to all be together until they died and had the freedom of eternal afterlife. a play on “till death do we part”.

🖋️writing our own path🖋️ -> designer and narry decide to create their own path of life instead of being confined to the programs of the game! narry is only convinced with how out of the box designer can always be, so now they live normal like stanley. the best they can live normally when they’re still practically gods, that is..

❤️your doom draws near❤️ -> a pun! draw is inputted for tablets artistic ability, and the rest is all 4s. sorry this explanation isn’t great, it’s basically a big ol’ pun..

🕶️coffee brown fur🕶️ -> mick works in a coffee shop that agent one comes to all the time! alongside agent one also being a werewolf in this selfship canon. his fur is brown, like coffee!

🐍would you go with me?🐍 -> a reference to the country song under the same name by Josh Turner. it screams striker to me, so i decided to use it for his tag!

🏜️runtime error🏜️ -> actually made up by one of my friends! shout out to you, mel. thanks for saving my ass on this one

(feel free to ask about any other ones, if you wanna! i like talking about my ships :3)

[ackee]

actually, i'm curious of hearing what you have to say, i know 0 about magical girls OR dating sims, i never checked further of like sailor moon or MCL so I wanna hear that hot take!

OKAY . I WILL BE BRIEF . (1/385)

my hot take on magical girl animes isnt that hot i think, but i am just sick to DEATH of madoka magica clones. i will literally never listen to a man who says madoka is his favorite magi girl anime (or god forbid, klk, which if you consider it a magi girl anime i think you should [REDACTED]) bc any man that says this has most likely never watched any other magi girl anime and thinks madokas better because its #mature and #deep.

(deep meaning that characters suffer and die because apparently thats the only way to be deep. if i hear the word 'deconstruction' one more time ill explode.)

i wont even be 100% petty, i do think madoka is... pretty. its a fun watch. but the affect its had on the genre? the only magi girl animes ive seen in the last DECADE (excluding precure) are 1. trying to be like madoka (so edgy, bloody, lots of suffering. an example of one is 'magical girl site') or 2. a remake of a classic. I AM IN A MAGICAL GIRL DROUGHT.

actually yknow what i WILL be a lil petty, bc as "good" as madoka is, i just know itd have been WAY better if it was done by someone who actually liked the genre LOL

NOW SPEAKING OF VISUAL NOVELS. idk if there is a singular visual novel thats changed the genre/pisses me off in the way madoka does! but in the past 5+ years, ive definitely noticed this uptick in western game devs making "haha arent dating sims SOOO stupid and funny ?!" visual novels. like colonel sanders. like monster prom.

visual novels are a great medium to tell stories (and yes, they can be funny or silly if they want to) but it is just overrun with people who think its 'hilarious' to tell actually good stories with it and instead give me the 74th unfunny gimmicky vn of the day that everyone will forget in 1 to 2 business days .

tl;dr im sick of mfs who try to subvert genres they clearly dont like/think have merit, WHERE ARE THE GENUINE PEOPLE AT

[calico-fiish]

[detshin]

The way Gosho has been destroying Heiji as a character is truly appalling to me. It's something that, as someone who has him as one of their favorite characters, I've been noticing and fearing for a long time now. Long time... Because the whole debacle with the confession has been happening for years and years (I'm not going to look up how many because that would be too depressing). But my god. It was funny when he failed the first couple times. I don't think I need to say what everyone thinks about it by this point right? We all agree that it's trash... Right? And another problem now are the excuses.

There were plenty of interruptions. Okay. Then Heiji forgot once. He just- forgot??? Somehow??? And you're telling me that NOW. In the latest file he ALMOST FORGOT AGAIN??? Shinichi HAD to remind him about it because he was totally going to forget AGAIN. He said it himself, that he almost forgot. WOOPSIE.

I'm sorry what. It makes no sense. The confession has been Heiji's sole purpose in the manga for years now. He's only been thinking about that all this time, it doesn't make sense that he ends up forgetting about it, not only once but almost twice???

And you know this time is not going to work either. We've got the perfect formula for yet another fail. The big surprise now would be if it truly ended up happening.

I hope that by the time the spoilers come out this week I can come back to this post and say that I was wrong. But yeah ... I don't think that's gonna happen.

Heiji Hattori deserves so much better. Kazuha deserves so much better. I'm honestly speechless 😶

[dr-spectre]

your most recent post reminds me how much I don't enjoy overtly negative octavio depictions and callie being treated as a "brainwashed hapless victim) due to how it feels like an oversimplification of the lore as well as translation cherry picking

(it's also why i can't get behind "morally good" cuttlefish like hi he canonically recruits children too consider he enlisted his own grandchildren into his literal secret operation + if we count the English translation as the all holy translation is behaviour towards marina is genuinely vile "I don't see species" DUDE???l

It gives a sense that when we see callie still caring about Dj Octavio, it comes from a sense that she gets him, as well as a more fanon interpretation on my end, that she feels like at least he reached out to her, he could've easily kicked her out of octo canyon but he let her stay

And that probably meant a lot to her, even if quite a bit of it was maybe manipulation, it was still more than what she got on the surface, because on the surface, all she was was an idol people could see and bombard with photos, a brand. And not a person.

It's like hell on nuanced earth 😭

Uh

Woopsies this is very long 💀💀💀💀

I don't have much to say about this. I've ranted about Callie and DJ Octavio for so fucking long man. And i ain't gonna stop until i can go on Inkipedia without groaning, or watch a YouTube video where some random guy doesn't just reads off a wiki page and nothing else. I'm getting really really tired.

Sometimes the Splatoon community really makes me upset and it's lack of giving a shit on what words they use. Brainwashing and Hypnosis are on opposite sides definition wise. STOP USING THEM INTERCHANGEABLY!!!!! I HAD ENOUGH!!!!! THIS APPLIES TO OTHER MEDIA TOO!!!!!!!!! ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

God. I would rather the Splatoon community push a "Callie and her second octopus grandpa" dynamic over the malicious takes people have said for over 7 years. Why do we want that shit for Callie and Octavio? Ugh... Oh well. I'll keep ranting over and over again, i don't care anymore. I don't care if i seem mean or pissed off. I am angry. (Plus i didn't get much sleep last night so i'm a bit bleh rn...)

[neverniko101]

Woopsie forgot to drop a follow-up ask-

Maybe it'd be better for you to talk this out with Nightmare once he's conscious. Don't beat yourself up over this Dream.

After all I'm certain (kinda.) that he have his reasons for not telling you about things, albeit you found out the hard way.

Best to just head back like you've suggested and all

Dun dun duuuuuuunnn

Hey Night’s awake

Might be gone for a little bit, I don’t know how long big lore post will take

Feel free to send in more asks in the meantime :)

Masterpost

[dickpuncher420]

woopsies @ranilla-bean tagged me in this way back in (checks notes) july, but i was too busy/didn't have anything to show but! i have something now!! so here we are woohoo

rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Zuko rears back. “Uh, I’m pretty sure—” Sokka silences her with a kiss. “Shh, I know. I was joking. I obviously haven’t forgotten about our duty to save the world and everything.” It takes a second for Zuko to answer, clearly thrown off by the kiss. She blinks rapidly, lips slightly parted, and then says, “Uh. Okay. Good.” Sokka smirks. She’s really going to enjoy having this new weapon in her arsenal.

and u know what? it's been long enough that i think we can start a new round of this game so 😈 tagging: @ranilla-bean @faux-fires @ash-and-starlight @chiptrillino @seasideoranges @luzho @ducktollers

[draxumain]

Genya Shinazugawa Headcannons

Genya Shinazugawa x Black F!reader

Romantic Headcannons

Tw :: None

Genre :: Fluff

Her Lady's notes :: Ahhh first writing post feeling kinda nervous, not proofread woopsie, I hope I do Genya some justice, enjoy ! <3

Nervous as hell when you guys first get into a relationship, he'd constantly be walking on egg shells to make sure he doesn't do anything wrong and always trying to look his best for you. Always fixing up his mowhawk or getting any speck of dirt on his haori off. He thinks you're absolute perfection so he should try his best to look atleast decent next to you. Although in the back of his mind he never can you're a goddess and honestly, that scares the shit out of him.

He'll bend over backwards to make you happy and get some praise from him, he loves hearing praise from you he's a little desperate, you've got him wrapped around your finger and he's a ok with that.

His love language is words of affirmations and act of service. He's constantly attending you getting anything you need.

Physically wise atleast he'll happily do things buy you some new hair products or cute hair accessories when he's out and about on missions and comes across some shops but it might take him a bit of convincing to get him to touch you anywhere.

Not cause he doesn't want to if anything he longs for your warm touch and embrace but he's just to nervous to actually go ahead and do forms of phsyical touch. The boy jumps out of his skin when you touch him, a simple brush against his hand and he's bright red and jittering. So he'll do whatever he thinks is helpful for you instead.

There are some days where he'll just give in and rest his head on your shoulder or back facing away from you so you won't see his face that'll be your only opportunity to hug him or play with his hair. Those are most likely the days he's not feeling too good with himself or he's heavily touch starved.

As for words of affirmation, he loves it when you compliment him. He sometimes feels like he's behind others due to not having a breathing style, ontop of that his brothers harsh behaviour towards him seriously ruined his self esteem, please tell him he's doing a good job and everything will be OK he really needs it.

Night time gossipers, if you're ever out on a misson together and staying at an Inn, you guys stay up late and night and talk about whatever you can talk about giggling away trying to shush each other for being too loud which results in you both getting even louder before falling asleep.

You guys are sleepover buddies, he always gets flustered everytime he comes over to your estate no matter how many times he slept over, nonetheless your room is practically his now he has an extra pair of shoes, spair clothes and for some reason a pair of underwear?

No matter how many times he embarrassingly takes it back whenever he comes over there's always a spare one.

He has trouble sleeping, after that traumatic night with his siblings he's never been able to fall asleep well without unhealthily exhausting himself with training but, even then he stays up for a little longer past the usual time.

When he does have those nights where he can't fall asleep he keeps you in his thoughts and goes over memories of the two of you and it instantly comforts him. He normally falls asleep with the image of you in mind and a content smile on his face.

──  ﹫ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐌   ؛   𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋

[holewithinahole]

The Spirit's in It | Egon Spengler x nb!reader [1/3]

Summary: “I didn’t know psychology doctors also specialized in particle physics, is all.”

What you meant as a light joke to relax him did quite the opposite. He straightens, righting up his glasses one more pointless time. “I have a degree in nuclear engineering,” he states before walking out, leaving you confused and feeling like you’ve spent the entire time offending him unintentionally.

Warnings: dubious science, non-native writer, non-beta'd

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Ao3 Link

Woopsies, I'm back to plaster my insecurities on fictional characters. This work is part of a two-part series which follows the events of the Ghostbusters primary canon. The first part, set during the first movie, will be cut in 3 smaller bits for Tumblr. When all parts will be posted, I'll upload it on Ao3. The parts are all written, so it'll be released soon enough.

I just want to do a little disclaimer. Usually my 'reader' characters are very loosely characterized so anyone can project on them. However, this reader might not fit everyone? I'm sorry about that. Overall, if you're autistic, on the aro/ace spectrum or just a tiny bit ND, you might feel more connection to the reader lmao.

Ah! Also, the science sucks, pls ignore. It can be read as a prequel to It's always the quiet ones, btw.

Summer, 1984

This is a good song, you think, the beat intense enough to distract the back of your brain as you write down the last advancements of your research. You’ve spent the entire month of July reading books and other scientists’ papers, but not managing – until now – to sit down and order the large number of notes you piled up. Running on the pure energy of your hyper-focused state, a dozen cups of coffee and a single chocolate bar, you definitely didn’t notice the man stepping into your lab, not until you randomly glanced up and met the disconcerted gaze of an unknown guest.

“Excuse me?” he mouths out.

You straighten in your chair so quickly your back snap.

“Ah! Yes! Sorry, what is it?” you stammer, taking out your headphones with shaky hands and fumbling with your Walkman.

The man stands at the entrance of the lab, strangely stiff, seemingly assessing his next course of action before taking exactly four steps toward your desk.

“I would like to borrow a soldering iron.” He rights his glasses up his long nose.

The first thing you take note of is the low modulation of his voice; an unusual pitch that seems to vibrate directly out of his chest. The second is his wide, rigid build. From your chair, he towers over you, and your neck is starting to hurt from stretching uncomfortably (it might just be your overall terrible posture.)

You’ve been staring a little too long so you clear your throat and get up. “And you are? Not that I’m unwilling to lend you a soldering iron but I can’t just give my tools to strangers–”

“Dr. Spengler, I work at the psychology pole of this university,” he interrupts.

He looks at you like you’ve got a stain right in the middle of your forehead. You glance away.

“Psychology? What do you intend to solder? A loose neuron?” You stand up, cracking up a joke nervously.

“I assure you I don’t conduct any dangerous experiments on unwilling subjects.”

Despite the tension, it’s the ‘unwilling’ that does it for you and you let out a chuckle. Finally meeting his eyes, the light frown he adorns is either one of incomprehension or irritation, making you drop the smile immediately.

“Uh–” you croak out before you decide better not to say anything. You both end up looking awkwardly at each other, and time seems to be stretching to amplify your discomfort – and probably his as well. It feels like orbiting a black hole while he’s rushing through the universe at 18.5 miles a second.

Smart enough to be a researcher, stupid enough to ruin a simple conversation.

Fingers fidgety, you walk away to rummage through your closets, taking out the tool and handing it to him. “I do intend to have it back soon, Dr. Spengler.”

There’s a slight hesitation in his hand before he takes it, nodding curtly. In your defense, you do try to smile, even if it’s an uptight, embarrassing attempt. Oddly enough, he doesn’t leave, staring at the iron for a couple of seconds.

Abruptly, he clears his throat, looking intently at your face. “I’m improving a prototype that detects the presence of paranormal entities and directs me to them using a boron-trifluoride counter tube and a platinum electrode.” He doesn’t even take a breath. “A component of the rate meter I installed seems to be defective, and the cable of my soldering iron broke while I was working.”

He comes to a sudden stop, mouth half-opened but doesn’t resume his explanation. At a loss on how to react –and surely gaping at him considering you weren’t expecting to be slapped across the face by a presentation on neutron detectors, you whisper a small: “I see.”

A nervous twitch at the corner of his mouth makes your stomach drop.

“Uh, I mean; you can borrow mine!” You let out a tiny laugh. “I didn’t know psychology doctors also specialized in particle physics, is all.”

What you meant as a light joke to relax him did quite the opposite. He straightens, righting up his glasses one more pointless time. “I have a degree in nuclear engineering,” he states before walking out, leaving you confused and feeling like you’ve spent the entire time offending him unintentionally.

Ground control to Major Tom, your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong, screams your forgotten Walkman.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Dr. Spengler didn’t come back to your lab after your disastrous first meeting. He did return the iron, though. You simply found it on your desk one morning at seven o'clock, electric cable neatly wrapped around the handle.

You were secretly hoping for the doctor to come back to your lab to hand the iron back, so you could have apologized and asked more about his work, about his degrees… anything really. You had planned the interaction at least thirty times, going through a series of ice-breaking sentences that all relied on the fact that he would be back. He had preferred to avoid you, which couldn’t compel you to go see him yourself. Clearly, you had left a bad impression, and anxiety wouldn’t let you go look for him to apologize.

In the meantime, intrigued by his academic history, you started going through published papers by Dr. Egon – you quickly learned – Spengler. And if you thought you couldn’t get more curious about this mystery of a man, you browsing through numerous seemingly random articles – like ‘Quantum tunneling in anastomosis formations and nuclear exchanges’ – made you raise many eyebrows. Your fascination reached new heights with his brilliant article on ionizing radiation, written in M.I.T. no less. Egon Spengler had become the person you wished to chat with the most yet the most inaccessible.

You can think of a million questions to ask him, a million conversations to have. Why ionizing radiations? Did he have an interest in cosmic particles? Were his studies on gamma radiation related to his microbiology degree? How did he end up working in the psychology aisle of Columbia? Could ectoplasms really be quantified as a network of negatively charged particles?

Your life became filled with thoughts of the doctor, so you blamed it all on professional curiosity and you pushed yourself back into your work. Labs have been deserted by most researchers, preferring to treat themselves to a well-earned vacation. Nothing you can’t agree with in essence but previously attempted vacations had instilled a strong feeling of dread in you: you showed yourself incapable of not visualizing the amount of unfinished work. It’s not as bad as it sounds, really, to be work-obsessed; you love your work. Summer in Columbia is peaceful, solitary but also desperately unstimulating. Researching alone is undoubtedly slower, especially in your field, and knowing there’s an ideal candidate for some great brainstorming a few buildings away is nerve-wracking.

After an entire month going by with no new interaction with Dr. Spengler – not even sighting him at the corner of a corridor, the awkwardness that made him run away fuels your guilt. However, the opportunity of meeting again with Dr. Spengler comes unexpectedly. It comes with a mandatory meeting with the dean of the academy.

“You’ve been summoned as well, uh?”

You snap out of your social distancing trance. “Sorry?”

Next to you stands another professor with an easygoing smile and a relaxed stance. “Dean Yaeger. He likes to summon us like he’s royalty,” he jokes followed by a low staccato of a laugh.

“Oh,” you pointlessly say. “Yeah, he tends to do that.”

He offers his hand, showing another pearly-white-toothed smile. “I’m Dr. Ray Stantz, department of psychology.”

You offer your name back as you shake his hand. “Department of Physics.”

“Neat.” Dr. Stantz grins. “You should drop by our aisle sometimes. Spengs has a degree in physics; I’m sure you’ll get along well.”

“Who?”

“Dr. Egon Spengler, my colleague and friend.”

“Oh.” How you despise idle chatting. “I know him. He came to my lab to borrow a soldering iron about a month ago.”

“Venkman – our other colleague, forced him to go ask; he was so grumpy after being stopped in the middle of his experiment.” Dr. Stantz sure does enjoy making conversation. “He returned it, right?”

You have the impression he already knows the answer. “Yes, he did.”

“What field of physics do you specialize in by the way?” he asks excitedly. You have to say his jolly attitude is endearing, slowly getting you more at ease.

“High-energy physics.”

“That’s amazing, man. ‘actually wish I knew more about it. You should definitely swing by our lab soon. You can take a look at what we’ve–”

“Ah. Dr. Stantz.” Dean Yeager has the most distasteful expression on his face. “You may come in.”

Dr. Stantz gives you an apologetic look as Yaeger nods at you. You remain standing in front of the door, anxiety spiking up. Now you have no other choice than to go, or it’ll be rude, right?

Shit.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It took you more than a week of conditioning to get your ass moving, leading you, once more, in front of a closed door. You have to say, this part of the psychology department is far from what you’ve imagined. You wonder what Dr. Stantz, Dr. Venkman, and Dr. Spengler did to offend Dean Yaeger to the point of being located in the university equivalent of a demilitarized zone. No wonder they need to borrow equipment from the physics department. The bright red ‘Burn in hell Venkman’ tagged on the door isn’t the most welcoming sight either.

You reluctantly raise your hand and knock four times. The shuffling you hear inside almost makes you run away. But thankfully – or miserably you’re still unsure about that one, an unknown man opens the door. Dr. Venkman, you guess.

A lazy smile stretches on his face. “Can I help you?” There’s a low edge to his voice, something that’s intended and practiced.

You try not to come out as too appalled. “I’m looking for Dr. Spengler.”

Dr. Venkman raises an eyebrow, and you immediately chastise yourself. At that moment, you see Dr. Spengler popping his head behind him and you lose your train of thought… and your words. “Uh, Dr. Stantz told me to–”

Dr. Venkman opens his eyes almost comically wide, pivoting slowly between Dr. Spengler and yourself. “Aaal-right. You know what; I have to meet up with Veronica of the literature department so– I’ll leave you guys to it.” He claps obnoxiously on his friend’s shoulder before departing, sliding past you while whistling some tune.

You watch him go, slightly distracted when Dr. Spengler grabs your attention again. “Dr. Stantz isn’t here today.”

“Ah, I see…” No wait–

“He’ll be here tomorrow at 8 am.” He angles his body towards the inside of the room like he’s wanting to go back to what he was previously doing.

“Actually,” you force out, heart at the edge of your lips. “I wanted to apologize to you.”

Only the small widening of his eyes behind his frames indicates his surprise because his voice remains soft-spoken. “Apologize for?”

Better to be honest than invent a stupid excuse he’ll probably spot immediately. “Yes, I clearly made you uncomfortable last time. I was only trying to idle-chat, but I’m terrible at it.”

“What makes you think you made me uncomfortable?” Dr. Spengler asks.

A few seconds pass. “…because I went out of my way by questioning whether or not you had the knowledge to speak about particle physics?”

“Did you?” You realize he’s probably genuinely asking, not as a way to rile you up but as a way to understand. Somehow, it calms your nerves. Just a little.

“No,” you say. “I’m sorry… you just looked upset when you left.”

He faces you completely this time, taking his time to answer. “Then I’m the one apologizing. I was grateful for your help, but I failed to show it.”

Some part of you wonders if it’s entirely true. You brush it off. “It’s alright. I guess we’re not good at understanding social cues, uh?”

He seems to be pondering something. “I’ve been told that before.”

You chuckle. There’s a tension off his shoulders, and you thank Dr. Stantz internally.

“I’m actually working on a prototype of particle thrower. Your input would be appreciated.”

“A what?!”

[ghostyr-el]

a long overdue art piece I forgot to post woopsie (click for better quality)

[asmogorna]

Sorry to send another ask so soon (and idk if someones asked this already) but if you have any headcanons for Jon I'd love to hear them!

OK SO im really sorry it took me THIS long to get to this i quite literally.. forgot i had smth in my inbox woopsies. the reason i remembered is cause mootie posted some Spine hcs and i was like "woah"

alsooo im not good at putting my thoughts onto "paper" especially in english so you will have to excuse me

anywho my jon headcanons some sad some random /ref

First of all i think that his relationship with Peter Walter I would be far from close. he would be seen as the type of child who's both "too much mess to take care of" and "strong enough to take care of himself" if that makes sense. Peter did love him as his creation but would openly admit that he's not his proudest one, meanwhile Jon wouldn't feel much connection at all. he sympathized with his creator but only in a way he would with any other human being, there was more gratitude than love

Jon struggles with constant malfunctions and his mechanisms are a mess (partially because he gets himself in trouble all the time), so at one point Peter would get tired of fixing him so frequently, and tell him that he can just "walk some things off". That thought stuck to the bot and he would think of all of his malfunctions as slight inconveniences, i mean, he can still perform so why pay attention to the constant neck pain or powering up struggles ? it just became a habit and he kind of forgot that things like that shouldn't be ignored

After a long while when Peter Walter VI grew up enough to start learning more about how automatons work, Jon would be used as a "lab rat" (not really but its just what he himself called it) for young VI to practice fixing mechanisms. thats pretty much when he heard "Wait this cant be right" about his messed up physical state for the first time in a long while. little Peter didnt get to fix all of the things that were wrong with Jon's body, but he did manage to take care of some of them, which almost surprised Jon with how nice it felt to not hear pieces of broken gears rattle in his head every time he moved (who wouldve thunk)

ok now to more lighthearted stuff !!

Jon actually has a very strong bond with Sam ! He loves watching the mustached man work and sometimes follows him around, just enjoying his company. At first Sam thought that the tone-gold automaton was creepy and uncanny, but grew attached to him and his stupidity (/lh). i also think that Sam would be one of the few Walter workers who dont baby the Jon and actually treat him like they would treat any other robot :3

Also Jon just loves his robot family endlessly. shocker !! im not sure how explain it but i think hes the only one to look at other Walter automatons and go "bro i love them so much" at all times. in his head at least. obviously he teases them and argues with them but he wont think twice before accepting a hug from his siblings (except for Upgrade theyre rivals /j)

Speaking of Upgrade !! They feel the most sibling-ish to me (aside from Rabbit & The Spine) because they constantly poke fun at each other yet they still are willing to give each other help and comfort when needed. She once had to carry him all the way back to the Walter manor because they forgot to take some extra cans of crystal pepsi

Also Upgrade got in an accident once which caused her to have a fractured face for a couple of days, and Jon was there the entire time to comfort her and constantly tell her that shes still very pretty

Unlike with other robots, the food that Jon eats doesnt just fall through his uncovered jaw/run into his boiler or anything like this, instead it just. disappears. once he closes his mouth the food just vanishes into the unknown, yet Jon claims that he enjoys the process of "eating" (nobody knows how it works)

LITTLE GIRLS THAT GO TO SPG SHOWS LOVE HIM !! once the band finishes performing, he constantly gets pulled away by a small giggling pink-ish blob to join their tea party or hula hooping contest. thats why he has quite a knowledge on "girly" themes and educates other automatons on the matter

THATS IT FOR NOW TY FOR READING :3

[ricewithbunnies]

Saul Goodman Pet Play Headcanons

I have no where else to post all the deranged and deplorable ideas that come to my head </3

Probably a part 1 to a series if i think this is good enough :3

This accidentally devolved into a pet play post woopsies (it was meant to be just regular hcs)

Content: Transmasc Reader, Masculine Terms for reader, Dom!Saul, Hes either bi or pan I haven't decided yet :3

CW: Pet play

You guys met from either being friends with Jesse Pinkman, a client, or working with him

First time he saw you he looked you up and down, confused with himself. "Why am i attracted to a man??" type thoughts in his head (poor babygirl)

Upon finding out you're trans, he tries to justify his attractions "W-well its not REALLY gay!!" (it is)

(Also after a while of you two being close he'd probably get PISSED if anyone misgendered you)

Cutting the fluff crap tho he would be an absolute simp for you.

Service Dom whenever hes not feeling rough 🫣

"That feels good, huh? You like that sweetheart? Mmh.. tell me what makes you feel good handsome."

Thigh. Fucking. He'd have you sit in his lap with your pants off during a 15 minute break, pushing his cock inbetween your warm thighs and holding onto you for dear life.

He would buck his hips up into you as he makes out with you and whimpers and when he cums on your thighs he'd clean it up for you ❤️

"Fuck.. f-fuck.. that feels so good darling" as he thighfucks you.

He absent-mindedly says "Good boy" to you one day and you fold.

After that he'd fuck you filthy while saying it

"Good boy.. thats my good boy.. taking it all like a champ.. you like being my good boy, huh?"

Will. Not. Shut. Up.

Constantly in your ear during sex, whispering, moaning, anything to feel your hole tighten around him.

After a while of your intimate relationship, he'd open up about some absolutely filthy kinks.

You'd be unsure at first, but after tje first session, you'd be at his feet begging for more, and he'd eat that shit UPP.

"Yeah? You liked that fucking from Master, huh? You wanna be my good boytoy?"

After that he would get you to quit your job and be a house husband full time, spoiling you with goodies and also in bed.

He'd BEG like a bitch to put a leash on you, giving you the worst case of puppydog eyes.

"Pretty pleaseee 🥺🥺🥺"

He'd make you learn hand commands such as rolling over, taking off clothes, bending over, etcetera.

He'd DEFINITELY put a large pet bed for you under his desk at home.

If he's at home working and having an especially frustrating task to do, afterwards he'd make you take his dick down his throat.

"Ahh.. good boy.. you really know how to make Master feel better huh, pet?"

Would probably get some bougie diamond encrusted pet bowl for you LOL

If you were good for him he'd get you stupidly expensive gifts, just because he can and he enjoys spoiling you.

Possessive as fuck. You two are out and you are talking to someone a little too long? Hoo boy you'll spend the rest of the night tied to his bed with him pounding you into the next day.

"Mine.. all mine.. my pup.. my sweet pet.. you belong to me.. right? Say it. Say you're mine.."

His aftercare would be so sweet though, running a warm, scented bath for you and washing you.

Thank you for reading!

This is my first proper post on here, so i appreciate anyone who read it and even more if you enjoyed. I'm just now getting back into writing fanfic from when i was younger so i appreciate any constructive criticism or advice :3

[words-with-wren]

@chrumblr-whumblr day three: Carrying

Fandom: Endeavour. Four and a half years and I am BACK I missed these boys even though they break my heart <3 kinda bad but all of these are. Barely any editing OR even proof reading I'm ready 20 minutes late and posting from my phone woopsies

Word count: 2,170

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It was raining. Morse hunched in his coat, squinting bitterly up at the water coming through the trees. The sun hadn’t even started lighting up the area, and the whole morning had an air of misery about it. 

“Morning, Matey.” Strange’s greeting was altogether far too cheerful for the early hour of the morning and Morse turned his glare onto the other man. Dimly, he found himself for the first time a little envious of the uniform Strange sported--the hat and coat looked altogether far more suited for the weather than Morse’s own clothing. 

Morse just nodded in response, risking a hand from the safety of his pocket to wipe wet hair out of his face. 

“You really think we’re going to find something in this?” Jakes joined the two of them, an unlit cigarette between his fingers, looking positively damp. He was holding a torch in his other hand, the light illuminating the falling rain in a narrow beam. Morse found some small vindication that the sargent looked about as miserable as he felt. 

His vindication disappeared a moment later when Jakes flashed the light of the torch directly into his eyes for a split second. Morse squinted abruptly, blinking at the momentary blindness. He decided he wasn’t in the mood for a fight and assumed that was an accident.

“If there is anything, we should start looking soon,” Morse muttered. He hunched his shoulders, trying to find some comfort in his soaking coat and staring at a single point while waiting for his eyes to readjust. “The rain’ll wash it away soon.”

“If it hasn’t already,” Jakes muttered. He put the unlit cigarette between his teeth. It sagged disappointingly, wet through. Deserved. 

“The doctor said it’d be a knife, ‘bout so large.” Strange held up his hands as he was speaking, indicating a length about five centimetres long. Morse nodded, turning his attention to the woods. 

The chances were low that the murder weapon was still in the woods where the body had been found, but DeBryn had said there had been some kind of struggle, and likely not all of the blood found splattered across the scene was the victim’s. 

It was possible the weapon was still lying somewhere in the woods. Morse was of the opinion that their efforts could be better spent chasing other leads, but orders were orders and now here he was, standing soaked in the rain. 

“Right then,” Jakes said, taking charge of the situation. A few other uniformed officers mingled around and it didn’t take long for a search to be organised, starting from where the body had been found that morning and steadily branching further out. 

Morse found himself trudging through the wet forest, mud on the ground sticking uncomfortably at his boots, sweeping his torchlight over the muddy ground. At least he’d thought to pick up some wellys before heading out--his feet were about the only part of him not soaked through. 

He scanned the ground as he went, hoping something would come up soon so they could all go and get warm and follow more useful branches of inquiry. The route he was following started drifting steadily downhill, and Morse had to withdraw his hand from his pocket to keep his balance, grabbing onto tree branches and trunks as he went, torch held tight in his other hand. 

The mud was slippery and he almost lost his balance more than once, grabbing onto a tree to catch himself. His hair was back in his eyes and he wiped it out of his face again with frustration. 

They wouldn’t even be able to get anything useful out of any evidence they found--a murder weapon would be one thing, but after this rain there was no way they’d be able to get any prints off it. This was all a useless waste of time. 

Something flashed in the light his torch cast and he paused, one hand resting on a nearby tree trunk. He aimed the beam of the torch towards whatever it was, making out something sliver dangling from the branch of a tree. He stepped forward and suddenly a sharp pain bust through his foot. 

He was on the ground before he realised what had happened, face pressed uncomfortably into cold mud. Pain flashed through his foot and he gasped, pushing himself up onto one hand. 

Great, now he was wet and muddy. Not to mention his foot was throbbing in a concerning way. He shifted to sit but had to gasp out in pain, vision flashing white as he moved his foot. 

He managed to catch himself before he fell back into the mud, but the world twisted and spun around him dizzyingly. HIs torch lay on the ground nearby, a beam of light illuminating the mud in an almost golden hue, sparkling dots of rain flashing through the light. 

A root was jutting out of the mud just beside his feet and he glared at it--clearly the culprit that he’d missed in the wet and mud. 

He managed to awkwardly shift into a sitting position and retrieve his torch, eyes watering with pain every time he moved his leg. Supporting himself with one hand, he glared at his foot as though that would make it stop hurting. 

He wasn’t going to be able to walk on that he realised a moment later. With a groan, he started digging in his pockets with one hand, finally withdrawing the whistle Jakes had given him before they left the station. 

He blew sharply on it, automatically blasting out three short bursts, three long, and another three short. Someone would be near enough to hear and come to his aid. While he waited, he turned his torchlight onto the silver thing, still caught in a tree. It looked like some kind of locket, sparkling in his torchlight, and he hoped that whatever picture was in it hadn’t been ruined by the rain. That could be an important clue. 

“Morse?” Strange’s voice called from the trees a few paces away, and Morse could make out the flash of his torchlight. 

“Over here,” he called. “Twisted my ankle.” His voice carried a note of bitterness as he spoke, trying not to think too hard about how this was going to take a few days to come right again. 

Strange appeared through the trees a moment later, still looking positively dry. Morse, sitting propped up against a tree, his leg stretched in front of him, covered in mud and rain, glared up at him.

“You alright, matey?” Strange asked. Morse scowled. 

“I will be. Just give me a hand up.” Strange moved towards him but Morse spoke again. “Wait, before you do.” He flashed his torch at the locket again. “I found that.” 

“Of course you did,” Strange said good naturedly. He followed Morse’s torch beam and carefully tugged the locket off the branch it was stuck on. Tucking it safely into a pocket for later inspection, he turned his attention to Morse, in the process flashing the torchlight into his eyes. 

He squinted, holding a hand up and Strange apologetically dropped the light. 

“Sorry Matey,” he said, clicking the torch off and slipping it into another pocket. That unform coat really did have a number of pockets. 

“You’re as bad as Jakes,” Morse grumbled. But it was noticeably lighter now, and the torches were beginning to not be needed. Morse kept his on regardless--he didn’t want Strange tripping on an invisible root and joining him on the ground. 

“Up you get then,” Strange said, holding out a hand. Morse grabbed it with his free one, but the moment he tried to pull himself up, he jostled his leg and let out a scream of pain. He sagged back, eyes squeezed shut against the flash and steady throbbing coming from his ankle. 

“I’m okay,” he said, waving away Strange’s anxious hovering. “Just let me catch my breath.” 

“I don’t think you can walk on that,” Strange said. Morse just groaned in response. At least his boot was doing a better job at keeping his ankle tight than his usual shoes. Though taking it off was going to be a nightmare. 

That was a later problem, now he had to figure out how to stand up so they could get out of this miserable forest and somewhere dry. 

“Everything alright?” Jakes appeared through the bushes, the morning light strong enough to illuminate his pale face. Morse didn’t have the energy to glare up at him, his foot was hurting too much and his irritation at being seen in such a state by the sargent a secondary matter right now. “No time to be sitting down on the job, Morse.” 

“He’s twisted his ankle,” Strange explained. Morse just nodded. 

“Touch luck,” Jakes said. “Best be getting you to Casualty then.” 

“I would if I could stand,” Morse muttered. He shut his eyes as another wave of pain flushed through his foot. 

“I’ll carry you back,” Strange offered. Morse opened his eyes again, his pride battling for a moment with the pain emanating from his foot. 

“Morse is a skinny blighter but I dunno if you can carry him yourself,” Jakes said, staring down at Morse with a critical eye. Then he flicked off his own torch and tucked it away--it was more than light enough to see by now--and moved to Morse’s side.

Before Morse could really process what was happening, he found himself wedged in between Jakes and Strange, one on either side of him. Both of them tucked an arm under him and their other behind his back and Morse found himself lifted between the two of them. He instinctively threw an arm over each of their necks to stop himself topping forward. 

“Easy goes now,” Jakes muttered. Morse gritted his teeth as their movements jostled his foot, determined not to show any more pain. 

It didn’t take long to get back to where the cars had packed on the edge of the forest. The rain had slowed to a steady drizzle, and Morse felt bone wearily exhausted. He was lowered to the ground and somehow managed to remain standing, leaning almost all of his weight on Strange and holding his foot up. Jakes ducked forward to open one of the cars.

“You finish up here,” he said to Strange. “I’ll get him to Casualty. And then home.” 

Both of them fixed Morse with a long stare at that, but Morse just nodded. He was too exhausted to protest, and right now he wanted nothing more than to sleep off the pain. 

They managed to manoeuvre him into the back seat of the car, where he could stretch his leg out over the seats and Morse only briefly blacked out for a second. 

“Oh, here,” Strange said, fishing out the locket he had tucked away safely. “I’ll see you back at the nick,” he added to Jakes. Jakes nodded from the driver’s seat, a lit cigarette alright between his lips now he was out of the rain. 

Jakes didn’t say anything as he pulled away from the forest, moving quickly along the road. Morse bit down a groan of pain as the movement of the car jostled his foot, but it faded to a bearable dull throbbing soon enough. 

(He kept catching Jakes glancing in the rear mirror. There wasn’t anyone behind them, so he didn’t know why almost every time he looked up he made eye contact through the small glass.) 

“What’s the locket?” Jakes asked, finally breaking the silence. Morse couldn’t help be a little grateful for the distraction. 

He pulled it out, examining it closely. It had initials on it--F.C. The letters seem familiar to him, but he couldn’t quite place it yet. Carefully, he pried it open. 

The image inside was of the victim--a young man named Joseph Ethans. 

“It’s got Ethans in it,” Morse reported. He caught Jakes’ eye in the mirror again. “Doesn’t seem like something he’d own though.” 

“A girlfriend’s?” Jakes asked. Morse frowned, biting down a hiss of pain as Jakes took a corner a little too sharply. 

“F.C.,” he mused. Jakes made a questioning noise. “The initials on the locket.” 

“That’s the girlfriend’s name, right?” Jakes said. “Felicity Clarke.” 

“What’s her locket doing out in the woods then?” Morse asked, closing it again and tucking it safely into a pocket. 

“Maybe he was going to give it to her?” 

“I think we may need to question her a little more closely,” Morse said quietly. “DeBryn did say the killing wounds were weaker than one would expect from a grown man.” 

“You think the girlfriend offed him?” Jakes asked. 

“Maybe--aah!” He said the last as Jakes skipped a curb. 

“Sorry,” Jakes said. “Almost there.” 

“We’d better be,” Morse muttered. He shut his eyes, feeling strangely satisfied despite the throbbing ankle. Maybe the morning hadn’t been a complete waste of time after all. 

The rain outside finally made way for a weak winter’s sun. 

[mikealys-ael]

Hiya, I'm new in the "Ghost in the machine" 'fandom' (Fnaf AU) (belong to @/venomous-qwills) and the second time I post on Tumblr about it it's to be horny on main─

Woopsie I drew all this for too long to keep it for myself sorry

Just head-ups it's just biting with flustered expressions

[jkgnggj]

Question, is saiki & toritsuka's friendship better(healthier) or hii and toritsuka's?

Just a question!!! for me it's hii's and tori's

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I FUCKING WROTE A LONG ASS ESSAY TO THIS AND WHEN I TRIED TO POST IT TUMBLR WAS LIKE "WOOPSIE SOMETHING WENT WRONG 🤪" BITCH !!! ANYWAYS SORRY FOR SUPER LATE REPLY I HAD TO RETYPE AND RESEARCH STUFF AND REWATCH THE EPS FOR THIS LOL

Ok so basically I think they're both healthy / unhealthy in their own ways its just up to ur interpretation yk. Like ultimately it's up to everyone to decide whether it's toxic or not in their hcs and fanon aus and stuff bc note everyone's gonna have the same opinion but to me I think both friendships are very healthy in their own right.

I think at first tori's def a bit selfish and only seeks out relationship out of his own selfish desires like he seems out Saiki bc of his cool powers (though there isn't much wrong with wanting to befriend someone bc u think they're cool) but he also mentions he wishes he had those powers and then he goes on to try and make saiki use his powers for saikis benefit (aka be popular and get a girl) which again isn't like the worst thing ever like it's obvious Tori would want his only friend to help set him up with someone but the way he does it is a bit disingenuous bc he's pretending to be something or someone he's not. But regardless saiki always helps him even if he doesn't actually help lol sometimes he sabotages him tho usually Tori does that to himself LMAO. But saikis supportive of Tori even tho he insults him and shit he's just a tsundere who doesn't know how to show affection and his way of doing it is a lil violent but he doesn't actually ever harm Tori he always heals him and stuff when he actually physically does damage so Tori can't even feel it when his insides explode lmaooo. Also saikis constantly helping Tori become a better person and do the right things. And u could say it's "toxic" or one-sided cuz only Tori gets something out of their friendship but that's simply not true bc saiki gets a friend out of Tori and the first friend to know Abt his powers too, the first person out of his family to know him for who he truly is powers and all. He's also really reliable even if he's kinda incompetent or useless he is still a huge help when it counts. Tori's constantly putting saiki above his selfish desires when it really matters. They each give and take from each other which I think is necessary for a healthy relationship tbh. It's not one sided at all bc they each risk their lives for each other (cat tank arc).

As for hiitori like any relationship Tori pursues it's a lil superficial at first bc he's got unpure intentions and like selfish reasons for approaching her. He wanted to flirt with her and date her simple as that he wants to be loved lol. And he's a bit of a jerk Abt it bc altho he's nice and kind to her u could say he's probably mostly or at least partly doing it to end up dating her or so she doesn't end up hating him or losing feelings for him bc he's never really had a girl like him for more than like 0.2 seconds. He approaches Saiki to help cure her unluckiness so that he can date her without the fear of getting killed (which like sorta fair but at the same time still douchey lol). He also gives up and runs away bc he's a coward and tries to dump her into Saiki and Mikos hands bc again he's selfish and prioritizes his life over anything else but he tries to protect her (and himself, or maybe himself and by extension he protects her) when they're together like when he offers to take the dangerous chemicals to class himself instead of letting her touch them. So you could say his motives are more Abt self preservation than love but I do think he still cares about her safety and well being (even if at first it's just bc hes desperately and selfishly attached to her love for him). And he gets a lil "toxic" or like possessive when satous in the pic bc now he's got a love rival and he doesn't really like being dumped over the average dude (like fair again but it's still seen as toxic bc he calls hii-chan his girl LMAO) and so he tries to get between them right but backs off when he's literally almost killed at the stationary store haha what a coward. But then when they find out why she's so unlucky although reluctantly Tori ends up helping Saiki figure out how to cure her misfortune. And u could argue he only did it for Saiki's sake so he could praise. Him or be proud of him but I think the reason (if not most of the reason anyways) he does it is because he does genuinely care about hii-chan's safety at the end. He can't just leave a poor cute defenseless girl with that shitty guardian spirit. She's the first girl who's ever really had feelings for him for this long and like genuinely doesn't hate him or whatever so ofc he's gonna have a lil soft spot for her she's the closest thing he has to a friend in class since most of the girls hate him and call him "pervitsuka" and shit so im sure he was trying to be legit helpful and useful to if he wouldn't get recognition for it. I mean he goes full on mom mode on the guardian spirit and then nendou sr comes and goes mom mode sr on the dude too and cleans him up and then it's still not enough so Tori sacrifices (literally, he holds a fucking funeral for them) his getas burning them at the stake just so the guardian spirit can be happy and protect hii-chan like he should've been. He doesn't even complain about giving up his high heels what a brave girl he is 😔💔 oh u also made a post I think Abt how when tori was missing for a whole fucking week the only one who noticed was hii-chan and she went and told Saiki and that's the only reason he found out lol. Maybe it's because the dude sits next to her in class or bc he was her first friend at pk or her first love of something but whatever the reason it was still incredibly thoughtful of her to worry about him and his wellbeing. That's something that didn't really occur to kusuo so I guess if u really wanna pin them against each other hii-chan wins by being the more thoughtful of the two but hey Saiki felt guilty and wanted to rescue Toritsuka despite him being brainwashed and hating him at the moment that he risked his life for him just so he wouldn't get hurt by the cat tank so I think they can't really be compared since. They're different circumstances lol.

Anyways, I think that although his motives for starting any relationship and approaching anyone are usually selfish, Tori sticks around and helps them when they need it. Both saiki and suzumiya are important for Toritsuka's growth as a person / character and their relationships are both fairly healthy at least by the end. I think toritsuka loves and cares for suzumiya and saiki as much as they do for him <3

[theverumproject]

AITA Tag Game!

Guess who's been gone for another two weeks (ig) again? Woopsie...

Thank you for the tag @illarian-rambling, I have never done this one before, looks like fun!

I think I'm gonna do this one for Dethra, will contain spoilers for the first part of my WIP Verum II: The Robotic Era.

Rules: write an am i the asshole post as if you are a character from your wip.

CW: Mentions death, torture, violence

AITA for killing a man in front of an audience because he was the owner of a death ring? (And for wanting to traumatize a bunch of rich snobs)

I (M58) am a pretty famous person, you might know me as Dethra, the big scary robot from the organisation Hemalog. I'm one of the leaders.

So the other day, me, my friend Luce (F69) and our teams (alpha and beta this time) were paying a visit to another death ring. As you might know, if you regularly catch up with the news, we get rid of them. In other words, we more often than not slaughter people like pigs. (Which is not an entirely bad thing btw). We do it for the good of other people. Imagine if your friend or partner got kidnapped one day, was forced to fight to death against another person and sooner or later was killed. You wouldn't like that, would you?

Well, we don't either.

So, that day I stepped into that ring, told the two robots who were forced to fight to stop and leave. Then this small little rich ugly bastard came up to me and poked me with his gross finger. I recognized him as the owner of that filthy place, so I didn't make it a long process. I grabbed his head and slowly closed my hand around him until his head popped. Of course the audience, that was just watching robots, people, fight to their death, was forced to watch it all. Moments ago they were just laughing and cheering, and suddenly they were crying and begging. Really gave them a taste of their own medicine. (We kept them alive btw, we don't just kill everybody).

So, am I the asshole?

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