#me when I fixate on 3 things that happens to have a loop of some sort

[lionacuty]

something something about looping =w=

[cringefailvox]

hi, i'm bay or spoon (they/ze)!! i'm spoondrifts on ao3 and i'm currently writing for hazbin hotel :] if you want to see non-hazbin or more personal stuff from me, my main is @spoondrifts

i also have a ko-fi if you'd like to spare a broke college student a few bucks, but no pressure; i write for fun, not for money, though it can be a great motivator!

my inbox is always open (although the speed of my responses will vary), so don't be shy to shoot me a question or anything you want to chat abt <3

fanfic directory under the cut:

our lovely company appears so entertained — alastor/vox, rated M, 2.6k, complete. one-sided bdsm torture session where vox is into it, sexually, and alastor is definitely not

The Diving Bell — charlie/vaggie, rated T, 9.5k, complete. a pre-canon character study of their relationship progression

riding out the drop — valentino/vox, rated E, 4.3k, complete. val gets fed up with vox's fixation on the radio demon, they fuck about it

to slip such carrion ties — alastor & rosie, rated G, 1.7k, complete. missing scene between episodes 7 & 8, rosie character study

sometimes you scrape and sink so low — alastor & husk, rated G, 1.8k, complete. missing scene post-ep 5 where alastor and husk work things out

time has changed the metaphor — alastor/rosie/vox, rated T, 15.2k, complete. first installment in my meteor shower au series where alastor, rosie, and vox are in a qpr together

Featherstone — valentino & velvette & vox + valentino/vox, rated T, 7.8k, complete. accidental baby acquisition with the vees

dragging its tail in the sea — alastor/rosie/vox, rated T, 15.4k, complete. second installment in the meteor shower qpr series

pas de deux — carmilla/velvette, rated E, 4.7k, complete. plotless smut where carmilla teaches velvette a lesson about respect

ET TU, ALASTOR? — angel/lucifer + husk/lucifer + niffty/lucifer + alastor/lucifer, rated M, 4.8k, complete. crackfic of charlie gradually losing her sanity as lucifer rebounds with 80% of her staff

oleanders in june — alastor/vox, rated T, 6k, complete. pre-canon, alastor and vox share a meal and some uncomfortably intimate sadistic tension

spiraling down thy majesty — lucifer/vox, rated E, 7.1k, complete. lucifer and vox decide to vent their mutual frustration about alastor by fucking each other

the world we knew (over and over) — alastor/lucifer + lucifer & charlie + alastor & charlie, rated M, 15.8k, in-progress. time loop fic in which charlie dies during the final battle and lucifer and alastor relive it again, and again, and again

Trust Us With Your Stress Relief! — valentino/velvette/vox, rated M, 2.5k, complete. in which the vees use their monthly vacation day to blow off some steam together (read: torture their employees)

strange perfections in any stranger i choose — alastor/vox, rated G, 3.6k, complete. a take on pre-canon radiostatic's first meeting

i want your violence, your silent sedation — alastor/vox, rated M, 5.8k, complete. in which radio isn't as dead as you think, vox is an irresponsible pet owner, and alastor gets attic wife'd

even now you mark my steps — alastor/vox, rated T, 5.2k, complete. alastor, vox, and an improvised waltz at a plant nursery

come and kiss me, pretty baby — alastor/vox, rated G, 3.3k, complete. drunken queerplatonic radiostatic shenanigans

when the flies fell — alastor/vox, rated E, 32.9k, complete. human(ish) au where weird shit happens when they try to summon a demon together

a putrid feeling that i've addressed — valentino/vox, rated T, 5.1k, complete. helluva boss full moon, staticmoth edition

undone, undress — angel/valentino, rated E, 7.5k, complete. the vees have been defeated, but angel and val aren't finished with each other just yet

volta; you woke the world inside of me — alastor/vox, rated T, 9.6k, complete. queerplatonic t4t radiostatic where vox has a gender crisis and alastor handles it shockingly well

the invitation to happiness — alastor & rosie & vox, rated G, 3.5k, complete. precanon rosemedia celebrating hanukkah together

verbatim — alastor/valentino, rated E, 8k, complete. vox is unavailable for alastor's heat, so valentino steps in to help

scatterbrain — alastor/vox + alastor & rosie + alastor & lilith, rated T, 6.8k, complete. in which alastor's seven-year absence was spent catching some z's

nobody as sweet as you — lucifer/vox, rated T, 8k, complete. sequel to "spiraling down thy majesty" where lucifer and vox follow through on their fake dating plan

jeepers creepers! — alastor/vox, rated E, 8.1k, complete. precanon hypnosis practice gone sexy

all scotch, no soda — angel & husk + angel & alastor, rated M, 5.1k, complete. precanon au where angel and husk are both owned by alastor, based off of this post

thus always to tyrants — alastor/valentino/velvette/vox, rated T, 3.7k, complete. after 7 years off the air, alastor comes home to his partners

loveproof — alastor & lucifer, rated T, 4k, complete. lucifer mistakes his platonic feelings for romantic ones and confesses to alastor, who predictably doesn't take it well

opium of the people — charlie & vox + vox & valentino & velvette, rated M, 6.7k, complete. crackfic where charlie unionizes voxtek

christmas kids — alastor & vox + valentino & velvette & vox, rated T, 3.7k, complete. radiostatic new year's eve, then and now

in the middle of love and liars — valentino/vox + valentino/angel + angel & vox, rated M, 7.1k, complete. when val hits vox for the first time, angel thinks he's knows what happens next. unfortunately it isn't so simple this time

silver sand underneath — rosie/vox, rated M, 8k, complete. au of thctm where rosie and vox strike up a platonic kink arrangement for stress relief

coruscate — valentino/vox, rated E, 5.1k, complete. staticmoth pwp where vox lights up like a glowstick

laplace's angel — charlie/vaggie, rated M, 5.8k, complete. charlie and vaggie try out cnc in the bedroom, vaggie does not handle it well at all

sweet dead eyes — alastor/vox, rated M, 4k, complete. alastor kills vox and gets haunted (compliant with undone, undress)

our hungers appeased — alastor/vox, rated E, 3k, complete. they have an arrangement wherein vox gets to fuck alastor however he wants & then alastor gets to kill him. shockingly wholesome

cherry pie entomology — alastor & husk & niffty, rated G, 3.1k, complete. alastor and husk run an errand for niffty's deathday, hijinks are had

ménage à trois — alastor/rosie/vox, rated E, 6.5k, in progress. rosie and alastor like to swing with random sinners for fun, and their newest pet project is vox

you want it darker — alastor & charlie, rated M, 3k, in progress. alastor and charlie take long walks around the city to talk between eps 7 & 8

bright minstrel and marshal of storms — alastor & vox + valentino & velvette & vox, rated T, 10.8k, complete. radiostatic stormchasers au

spring fever (hands off!) — alastor & valentino, alastor/valentino/vox, rated T, 1.9k, in progress. val & alastor get hit with a curse that makes them crave each other's touch, much to their shared chagrin

mint juleps and other ways to bond with your boyfriend's boyfriend — alastor & valentino, alastor/valentino/vox, rated G, 3.5k, complete. val & alastor bond over gardening and vox is there too

[maurzipan101]

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Chapter 3 - Aurora Skies

Summary: This is just the beginning.

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The drive there felt like it was straight out of a movie. This whole experience has. 

My bag is tight to my left side, I cling to it, my fingers digging into the rough material. My other hand reaches for the smoothe black leather of my seat, and I caress it faintly while I stare out the car window. I watch the busy city streets, filled with people in support, and in protest of this act, turn into bare mountain trails.

 It feels like I’ve been holding my breath this entire time. This familiar anxiety holds a pit in my stomach, sinking me deeper and deeper into my seat. Yet the butterflies relentlessly bat their wings against my diaphragm. It reminds me of the first time I went into the field, when I was working on my thesis. Although then, I had gone on a plane, and then… I wasn’t about to make this big of a mark on history.

I have worked my ass off since day one to be something extraordinary, to do something extraordinary. And now that I’m here, it feels completely unreal. Everything has felt so startlingly new since this morning. The outfit I had picked, the breakfast I had planned, and every hair on my head was somehow completely wrong. I’ve never spent more time on my appearance than I did today.

Normally when I’m this nervous I’d at least have my leg bouncing up and down to release some of my built up energy. But I can’t even move now.

I feel so still, not scared. But frozen.

The vehicle eventually rolls to a stop, parking on the right side of the road. The locks on the doors click, and that's my sign to get out. 

I take what is possibly the shakiest, deepest breath of my life, I reach for the handle, and yell a thank you to the driver as I exit.

Immediately I’m hit with the cold and crisp mountain air, subconsciously tensing my shoulders at the soft wind blowing against my face. I knew it would be cold, but the stark difference between the warm car, and the cool air threw me for a loop. I hadn’t even realized that I had already closed the car door, and the driver had sped off. 

I finally exhale the breath I had been holding the entire ride. But the tightness in my chest remains. 

My next challenge stands tall in front of me. Once I open my eyes, my face follows up the trunks of the trees, and by the time I visually reach the top- I am looking directly above myself. 

Above the canopy of leaves, the clouds disentangle and reveal the beguiling aurora colors of the sunrise. Time pauses for just a moment.

Once I lower my head, my view fixates on the path in front of me. Well- more assumed or expected path. Hiking is a common hobby in the state, and I’m used to it. But I’m used to there at the very least being a beaten trail leading me to the end destination of a waterfall or lookout or other… 

But all that's in front of me is the ruffage of the forest, the effect of nature being left untouched besides a paved road for passerbyers, and the small red mailbox that served as the bridge of communication between us and them for so many months. My heart starts to beat faster in my chest, realizing that I’m barely a twenty minute walk away from what might possibly be the most relevant thing to ever happen to me.

I’ve never seen a monster…

And yet.. somehow, despite every instinct in my body screaming for me to run in the opposite direction, I take my first step.

[thefrogdalorian]

It's New Year's Eve and I just wanted to share some mushy thoughts about life and Mando and Din and how this year has been overall for me!!

If you don't want to read below the cut I just wanted to wish you a Happy New Year!! I hope you have a wonderful time, whatever you do to celebrate. I'm currently on a trip so I may not be terribly active, but if you're struggling and the emotions of the day are a little too much, please do message me. I've been there plenty of times. You're not alone. NYE should really be about looking to the future rather than dwelling on the past, but I know how easy it is to get caught up in that depressive loop of thinking.

But if you do want to keep reading, then strap in for some Oversharing Online and gushing about how much Mando means to me:

I first started watching Mando during the pandemic in 2020, I think the first episode released like 2 days after the UK went into lockdown or something. 2020 was an awful year for me, as I'm sure it was for so many of you. A lot of things happened to me that I'm still trying to process but I hope to start therapy in the new year and go some way to addressing it.

Anyway, The Mandalorian came to me at a time I dearly needed it. It was welcome relief from The Horrors I was experiencing. I was hooked pretty much straight away, who was this mysterious man? What were his intentions? Was he good or bad? OH WOW THAT WALK. THAT VOICE!!! I loved it, but it wasn't until The Believer that everything changed for me. It went from enjoyment to full-blown obsession. I couldn't wait until Season 3 aired, and I think the expectations I had built up in my head could never have lived up to the reality of what I felt upon watching it for the first time. I was pretty disappointed most weeks, but I feel so differently now.

This year has been pretty strange for me. I had some amazing highs (like being able to go to Star Wars Celebration where I got to see so many amazing Din and Mandalorian cosplays which was an INSANE experience and I still kind of haven't properly processed yet??) and also some difficult lows.

In June I finally got my autism diagnosis, something I'd been essentially waiting for for EIGHT YEARS. It was a huge shock but also not shocking at all. As in, I knew I was autistic since being a teenager but I was absolutely not expecting to be told right there and then at my assessment. So when the psychologist looked me in the eye and told me that I was autistic it was somewhat of a gut punch. Processing it was extremely difficult but during that time I found myself drawn back to Mando and particularly to season 3. I rewatched it again and again fell in love with a season that I'd probably felt on the whole underwhelmed with at the time, until the last two episodes, which I loved instantly.

When rewatching it, I noticed things that I'd missed before, which led me to become kind of obsessed with the idea of Din and Bo together. I know not everyone enjoys that but that truly is what I love about media, that we can all watch a similar thing and interpret it differently! I don't think I'm any more correct about the way I view certain interactions than anyone else. Shipping should just be a little fun, not ruin your mental health or dictate how you treat strangers on the internet. And it especially should not lead to any real world harassment of creators and actors.

So in September an idea formed and between then and November a 182,000 word fic landed in my lap. That's the best way I can describe writing it for me, I was so fixated on finishing it and the plot just kept coming the more I wrote. It is by FAR the longest thing I've ever written and probably ever will write, but the routine of writing it and publishing it helped claw me out of a spiral I was in after my diagnosis.

And it was publishing it on AO3 that gave me the confidence to rejoin a fandom space again. It was a big step for me to put myself out there but I'm so glad that I did because that's what led me here, to discover this wonderful community who adore Din and The Mandalorian just as much as I do. I'm so happy that I finally found my way here. It was way less intimidating than I ever thought it would be!

I know that I haven't been here for the longest time, I wish I just got over my nervousness and made a tumblr earlier in the year so I could have joined in with the hype before season 3. But also considering how poorly received the season was overall, maybe it was for the best that I wasn't here.

Despite my relative newness here, I just wanted to say how welcomed I've felt and that is a truly lovely feeling. Thank you so much to everyone who has interacted with any of my posts and especially my writing in any way, big or small. It means a lot to me! I cannot wait to be around for all the buildup to Season 4, honestly. I know it seems so far but after midnight we can say it's (probably) only NEXT YEAR!

I have no idea what 2024 has in store for me. That doesn't scare me, in fact I'm quite excited about not knowing what will happen. I

Of course, I have some goals I'd like to achieve for myself but whatever happens, I know that Mando will be there to endlessly rewatch and whatever comes my way, I'll always have Din Djarin. He's the only man to ever exist! That gorgeous tin can who instantly soothes me every time I get to watch his silly little exploits with his silly little son. Where would we be without him, eh?

Anyway, whatever you're doing tonight to celebrate and even if you aren't, I wish you all the best. Stay safe, enjoy yourself and I'm sending you lots of love and light for the year. May 2024 be a healthy, happy prosperous year for you and your loved ones.

See you in 2024!

Love,

Spud 🥔🐸

[suffarustuffaru]

hey so not too long ago, i saw a post from rz twitter that said that during the first loop where subaru meets otto, when subaru met the witch cultists and were chanting something to subaru before they left, that these cultists left because some outsider (who's therefore an enemy to their witch and its prophecy) was nearby. And the tweet said how that "nearby outsider" was actually otto who stayed behind because he was worried that subaru, (whom he met only as a customer in that loop and otto had already fulfilled his job) would succumb to danger. And despite frufoo's warnings, it's heavily implied that otto had in fact died in that loop waiting for subaru to come back. And the replies were saying that it's common knowledge?

First of all, is that true? I can see how one would come to the conclusion that the cultists left because otto, an outsider, was nearby. But i haven't seen proof of the implication that otto died from that loop. Secondly, with this perhaps being true, does that confirm that any loop in which otto was nearby and subaru is in danger, that otto risked his life for him? Some ppl say "but the whale incident!" But like you said way earlier, otto came back to him after pushing him off, and it's implied that he died trying to save subaru. There's no loop i can recall otto leaving him to the dust, even when he doesn't know who subaru is. And thirdly, Otto get some self-preservation skills, you barely knew the guy and already risk your life for him. What the fuck.

HAH anon your ask intrigued me so much i immediately went to the anime to try and confirm this. and bc the anime is the closest bit of info i got wjdndn i dont have arc 3 ln or access to arc 3 wn (i do not understand japanese either, sadly) but!! while the anime doesnt explicitly confirm otto died in that first loop his character debuted in, i think its definitely a possibility that he died to the witch cult there. (if anyone knows the lore on this for sure though feel free to add?? yeah)

also regarding about whether this is common knowledge or not—id argue its kind of not, at least in certain circles, bc im gonna be completely real i had to double check the anime to see how well i remembered it bc its 1. been a while since i’ve watched season 1 in full and 2. when i was looking at it on my first watch i was focused more so on what the hell was happening to subaru, rem, emilia camp rather than otto, who at the time seems like just some random guy who wont appear ever again. but also maybe im a little too used to people misinterpreting rezero over on reddit ajfbdnd bc some people STILL completely forget that otto went back after pushing subaru off the wagon. and some people still forget ottos died for subaru even though its super obvious in arc 4?? so i dont think ottos involvement with subaru across loops is really common knowledge? or at the very least its not common for Certain portions of the rezero fandom bc i see ottos whole fixation on subaru gets glossed over at times. but i do genuinely think moments like the first loop with otto are probably easy to sort of miss if youre not paying attention. but also again i might be a little bit brainwashed by rezero redditors misreading things bc the amount of people that forget otto went back for subaru in the white whale loop made me doubt my own memory of that scene to the point where i rewatched it in the anime just to be sure wkdndnd. i dont really see any english rezero people talk about this loop in particular too unless theyre referring to you know, rem arlam and emilia camp dying. but anyway moving on for now…

alright!! lets go over this scene i suppose. the anime doesnt go into like. Specifics, like how the tweets you mention do anon, but it does have some interesting stuff.

in the anime, the first loop with otto happens in episode 14 to about the beginning of 15, but the focus is of course more so on subaru, rem, arlam, etc, bc rem left for the mansion and subarus trying to get there quickly so he pays otto to do that. otto takes the time to warn him before they even set off, not only for his own sake but also for subarus:

but you know, bc ottos desperate for money bc hes in debt, he takes up the job. but once otto and subaru actually get to the road leading up to arlam and the mansion, otto stops bc frufoo’s frightened and shes warning them of danger—

but subaru being subaru jumps off anyway and leaves. he says this quickly before he goes:

otto replies by trying to call out to him desperately as he runs away:

your point about ottos self preservation is super interesting anon because otto DOES have self preservation skills. he almost kind of prides himself on it, sometimes—as a merchant, especially from a merchant family, hes been raised to treasure it. to go for things that work in his favor. especially with his bad luck fucking him over too. and he can be slightly morally ambiguous at times, so he is Very aware of self preservation and staying out of trouble. but at the same time, leaving behind innocents does kind of weigh on him bc. well hes still human. that and the further into rezero you get, the more clear it is that ottos self preservation skills just get thrown out the window the moment he sees subaru. like otto takes a significant amount of time on screen to complain about danger or trouble hes found himself in, or go on and on about how the moment he sees danger, hes just gonna turn around and run—but its just COMPLETE AND TOTAL BULLSHIT SOMETIMES. he has plenty of chances Every Time to turn around and run and the moment subaru enters the picture, he doesnt take it. the only exception to this was him leaving subaru in greed if, but thats because he saw that subaru didnt give a shit about him and even then. he made that choice FOR subaru’s sake too, bc he recognizes that greed if subaru is just gonna micromanage everything and deal with it on his own. otto knows he’d just be another burden to subaru, so he leaves to lessen the load.

main route otto though? yeah youre absolutely right his self preservation is way beyond dead at this point. his self preservation is absolutely gone when it comes to subaru. this first loop is an example of it—while of course ottos you know treating subaru like a stranger bc thats what they are, he goes out of his way to warn subaru repeatedly. at first it looks like its mostly just for his own benefit bc hes Also in danger here, but then he says that he cant just accept taking subarus money and items. he talked about how hed accept subarus payment just a few minutes before this?? and we know in retrospect that he desperately NEEDS money bc hes in debt??? and subarus giving him an out right now to just leave and not look back but he still hesitates and frantically tries calling after subaru??? he has EVERYTHING to gain from just taking the money and subarus things and just leaving, but we dont actually see him leave on screen.

and then right after this, we cut to subaru running to arlam. of course, the witch cult stops him, and in the anime, all they do is circle him, then bow (to foreshadow how the witch cult + petelgeuse think that hes one of them, im assuming), and then they disappear without saying a single word.

its interesting to note though that when they leave, they run towards the direction subaru just came from. which is where otto was.

and then subaru keeps continuing on to arlam and the mansion where he finds out that the witch cult Basically wiped everyone out there. episode 15 continues this loop and then quickly ends it bc subaru is having a mental breakdown finding everyones corpses and then he promptly proceeds to die to puck (iirc?) inside the mansion. and thats all the details the anime gives about the ending of this loop. so no clear hint like the white whale loop that otto Died from this, but i think the implication is definitely there if you choose to read into it. (again, im not sure if the ln adds more details to this or not, but iirc the anime doesnt touch on this much.)

its strange that the witch cultists that find subaru just. up and leave in the direction where we Know otto likely is, bc 1. the cultists move Fast and 2. only a couple minutes passed at most, so its likely that otto is Still There, even if he did start trying to leave. even then though, i think its in character for him to still be there and try to wait for subaru. or, at the very least, otto waited there debating with himself on whether he should just leave or not. waiting there satisfies both his self preservation and the guilt he’d feel if he just abandoned subaru—he doesnt go any further to minimize the danger to himself and frufoo, but he doesnt completely leave just in case subaru comes back or if otto decides to move forward and check on subaru or something. but then we see subaru find everyone at arlam and the mansion dead, and we the audience know the surviving witch cultists left in the opposite direction (where otto is) after killing everyone at arlam, so—i think theres a connection there. as in: yeah. if otto was still there, hes probably dead.

additionally, of course later in arc 3 we see that otto gets captured by the witch cult. this time he was captured bc the witch cult caught him hurrying to get to another location for its job offer, so the witch cult captured him to interrogate him on what exactly he was doing iirc?? so in that sense yeah he was caught by the witch cult for being an outsider getting into witch cult territory while they were in the middle of doing shit (and he likely wouldve been killed if ricardo and the others hadnt rescued him) o.O

but yeah thats all the animes got regarding the first loop (aka ottos official debut into the main story as well)!!!

“There's no loop i can recall otto leaving him to the dust, even when he doesn't know who subaru is." also anon youre so right for saying this bc. yeah i cant recall any loops either bc every time otto is there near subaru. hes risking his life for subaru. hes so incredibly ride or die that its concerning. it kind of boggles my mind that some people overfixate on how he pushed subaru out of the wagon in the white whale loop and YEAH that was fucked up, but not only does he feel bad and die trying to go back for subaru later, but when you watch that scene in the anime and think about it from ottos perspective. yeah some guy you just fucking met is yelling at you about how you apparently forgot about some person youve never heard of in your life, hes yelling at you to go back and TOWARDS THE WHITE WHALE when all youre trying to do is save both of your asses, he starts trying to wrestle with you while youre both being hunted down by the whale, and then he starts rambling to himself about how maybe its his fault the white whale is chasing after both of you while you keep hearing the white whales deranged thoughts in your head the whole time bc of your dp??? its a miracle otto didnt push subaru out of that damn wagon sooner and its a miracle otto even decided to go back for subaru after all that T^TT any person in ottos shoes would be RUSHING to push subaru out of that wagon.

but like. once you think about it - yeah Every Time in the main route that ottos been near subaru and theyve gotten into danger? otto actively puts himself at risk for subarus sake. and he doesnt always die or get hurt for it, but we know that he ALWAYS goes out of his way to help subaru. hes been like this since his debut in arc 3, practically, regardless of whether or not he actually died there. bc he still Lingered around and tried to warn subaru not to leave.

so what im saying is that so much of ottos screentime is spent helping subaru in some way.

[falling-endlessly]

Teknologik

Vox x Vaggie

Summary: Vaggie is a newly fallen soul in hell. In a strange twist of fate, she manages to get tangled up with the infamous TV demon—and now, he won't leave her alone.

Bisexual!Vaggie

<—Part 3 Chapter Index Part 5—>

Part 4: It’s not kidnapping if you’re having fun

The next time she saw Vox, there was an undeniable blanket of tension between them.

The overlord was uncharacteristically silent as she took his order, only saying what was necessarily. No snide remarks. No insults. It was eerie.

Vaggie almost preferred his usual pompous attitude to this unbearable awkwardness. At least she knew how to deal with a condescending, infuriating Vox. This quiet, reserved version of him was really throwing her for a loop.

Eventually she couldn't take it anymore, finally addressing the root of the problem directly.

"Look," she said, making him glance at her. "If—If this is about last time, then you don't have to worry. I won’t make a big deal out of it—I won't even tell anyone if that’s what you want."

Vox stared at her in silence, furrowing his brows.

"I'm grateful for your help, even though I could have handled it myself," she rushed to continue, feeling pressured by his gaze. "So don’t—I mean, we can just pretend this never happened and—huh, what—are you laughing right now?" She said incredulously.

Vox snorted, doubling over as his body shook with mirth. "You—you actually thought—I was worried about—" he dissolved into another peal of laughter, much to her ire. "Shit, you're something else."

Vaggie crossed her arms with scowl, glaring down at him. "Well what the fuck was I supposed to think, huh? You come in all silent and broody after that scary shit you pulled last time? For all I know I could've been next."

Vox wiped a tear from his eye (how that was even possible, she didn't even want to know). When he finally calmed, he stood upright, still chuckling slightly. "God, that's not it at all. I just—I didn't want things to change between us after last time. I thought you'd...I don't know, run away screaming or something when you saw me again. I was trying to be considerate."

Vaggie's eye twitched. "You mean you'd like to go back to continuously insulting me on the daily?" She chose to ignore the other comment. The truth was, she'd damn near shit herself last time, but he didn't need to know that.

"Possibly," he smirked.

Vaggie rolled her eyes, leaning on the counter. "Fine, do your worst then."

Vox raised a brow, staring at her contemplatively for a moment, before eyeing Dante who was currently minding his own business, packing a large order. He seemed to come to some sort of conclusion in his mind, because the next thing she knew, he was grabbing her arm, dragging her towards the door. She resisted, digging her heels into the ground, but to no avail.

"What are you doing?" She hissed, trying to tug her arm back.

"We're taking a walk," he said simply, not even looking at her.

"We—what?" She screeched, shooting a helpless look back at Dante. The shop owner resolutely avoided her gaze, continuing to package the freshly baked cupcakes they'd worked on this morning.

Ever since Dante had realized that Vox wouldn't actually hurt her, he stopped worrying about her and started enjoying the free publicity that came from such a well known overlord being seen at his bakery so often.

"Come on, you don't do anything fun and you're stuck here every day," he rolled his eyes. "Live a little."

"Fuck off," she bit out, glaring at him furiously. "I have fun." She tugged at her arm again, but god damn, he had a grip of steel. "Besides, why do you care? Don't you have poor souls to terrorize, or something?"

"If you think kneading dough all day is fun, then you're sadder than I thought," he snorted. "And nope, just you today."

In the end she just gave up, letting him pull her along like a rag doll. Demons gave them strange looks on the street, only to gain a sudden hyper-fixation with the ground when Vox turned his gaze on them.

"Want to tell me where we're going?" She snipped.

"Nope."

Vaggie sighed in annoyance, resigning herself to whatever bullshit he wanted to drag her into. It wasn't like she had a choice in the matter.

He gave her an unofficial tour of Pentagram city, pointing things out that she'd never noticed before. Vaggie was loathe to admit it, but she actually found him to be quite engaging. She assumed he'd been a talk show host or something in life, with the natural lively lilt of his voice. If she didn't know any better, she'd even call him somewhat charming.

He showed her some brightly lit buildings (which he mostly owned, apparently), cautioned against nasty places to avoid (she didn't need to be told twice) and pointed out the porn studio building which he apparently partly owned with a business partner (ew). He also bought her some food at an expensive looking restaurant, much to her irritation (the menu didn't have prices, classic), and let her marvel at his AI program he named CHLOE (it was fucking cool, okay?). Before she knew it, the day had already gone by and the sky was darkening into a soft maroon color.

It ended with them sitting on the roof of Vox's tower, staring out at Pentagram city. The view was surprisingly beautiful for such a horrid, damned place.

Vaggie leaned back on her hands, crossing her legs. "So," she said casually. "Why'd you drag me out here? Do you not have any friends?"

Vox raised a brow. "Funny, coming from someone with no social life. And second of all, I do actually have friends, they're just all busy."

"Right," she rolled her eyes, not even trying to deny her non-existent social life. Unless you counted the yeast. It was technically alive. Damn it, that was sad.

"What, you don't believe me?" He grinned teasingly.

"What's the real reason?" She scrutinized him. "Not that I don't appreciate it, but why are you being so nice to me right now? It's kind of freaky, no offense."

Vox was silent for a moment, the only sound being the night breeze drifting between them. "I guess I just wanted to apologize for last time, you know? I kind of went overboard."

"Oh my god, I told you it was fine," she groaned, dropping her face in her hands. "I'm not scared of you or whatever." Then she paused, and shot him a look. "But you did go overboard though, I thought you were going to kill him in front of my pastries."

Vox snorted, his grin reappearing. "Oh no, the poor pastries. Whatever would you do?"

"Probably throw them all out, I think that guy infected them with his awful body odor," she wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"Ohhh yeah, that was gross," Vox huffed out chuckle. "I think I washed my hands like four times after that."

It went silent again, but it was much more comfortable than before.

"Hey," Vox said suddenly, catching her attention. "You want to see something cool?"

Vaggie raised a brow. "Shoot."

Suddenly Vox stood up, before walking to the edge of the rooftop. Vaggie frowned, shifting slightly. "Vox, what are you—dios mío!" She cried out when he suddenly fell off the roof. Scrambling to her feet, she hesitantly approached the edge, only to be startled once more by a grinning, sideways Vox, feet stuck to the side of the building and casually defying the laws of physics.

"Are you fucking—what the fuck?" She spluttered, much to his increasing amusement. "How are you even doing this right now?"

Vox giggled (actually giggled, a horrifying sound that should only exist in nightmares). "You should see the stupid look on your face," he guffawed, much to her irritation.

Vaggie crossed her arms, unimpressed.

"Oh come on, it was a joke," he waved it off, before gesturing to his feet. "These shoes have a magnetic component. They allow me to stick to metal surfaces."

"Impressive," she rolled her eyes. "Now come up, show's over."

"Nah," he grinned, holding out his arms. "You come down."

Vaggie's eyebrows raised as she grimaced. "Hell no."

"Do you trust me?" He teased, his smile turning more boyish and cute. Wait, cute?

"Not with my life," she snapped back. "There's nothing you can say to make me jump off a damn building."

He raised a brow. "Nothing?"

"Nothing," she confirmed.

****

"I hate you," she grumbled, wrapping her arms around his torso and squeezing for dear life.

"You already said that," he chuckled, the rumbles shaking his chest.

Never in a million years did she think she'd be in this position—dangling in midair with only a questionably trustworthy demon between her and certain double death.

"If you drop me I swear to God, Vox. I'll put salt in all of your lattes instead of sugar," she threatened.

"Oooh, scary," he rolled his eyes. "Come on, you won't enjoy the experience if you're hiding your face the whole time. Loosen up."

Vaggie shook her head, squeezing tighter. He wanted her to loosen her grip? Fat chance.

"Hey," he said softly, making her glance up. "I won't let you go. I promise."

His earnest smile made her sigh, nodding shakily as she loosened her grip minutely, no longer burying her face in his chest.

"That's it," he grinned. "Knew you could do it, Shortstuff."

"Shut up," she said weakly, eyeing the height with growing fear. Her breath hitched in her throat.

"Hey, none of that," he chided, flicking her on the back of the head. "Just pick a spot and focus on it, okay?"

At her hesitant nod he began to move. She immediately tightened her grip again, making him choke. When she realized, she let go apologetically. "Sorry."

"Jesus," Vox cleared his throat. "Did anyone ever tell you you'd be amazing at wrestling?"

Vaggie smiled, relaxing a little. "Nope, you'd be the first."

"Well you'd be amazing at wrestling, that choke hold was something else, woman."

This, Vaggie could do. The bantering. Vaggie was used to this. And so as he carried her around, played hopscotch sideways, and moonwalked across the side of the building, Vaggie found herself relaxing more and more until she was outright laughing at his stupidities.

"Why weren't you like this when we first met?" She asked suddenly, making him pause. "If you were like this, I never would have disliked you."

Vox grimaced, looking away. "To be honest I was already pissed before I came into the shop. And then you were just there, stubbornly standing your ground and a perfect outlet for my frustration."

"And every time after that?" She raised a brow.

"Oh, that was just fun," he grinned. "You're really easy to piss off."

"Thanks," Vaggie narrowed her eyes. "You really know how to flatter a girl, don't you?"

His eyes flashed. "Of course I do," he grinned suggestively, leaning in.

"Ewww," she gagged, pushing his face away, then panicked and wrapped her arms around him when she realized they were still in midair.

She felt Vox's laugh through his chest and rolled her eyes. "Oh, get over yourself you overgrown computer."

"Come on," he said through laughs, grin wide and mirthful. "Let's get you back home."

****

When they arrived at the door of the bakery, he hummed questioningly. "Have you decided yet?"

Oh, right. Vox has agreed to a favor to convince her to try that ridiculous anti gravity walking with him.

"So, what'll it be Shortstuff?" He grinned, leaning closer to her face to intimidate her.

Vaggie was unmoved as she crossed her arms. "Advertise the bakery on your channel, and we’ve got a deal."

Vox's eyes widened minutely, before he leaned back, clutching his stomach as he guffawed. "That's it? That's all you want? You got a favor from an overlord and you want an ad?"

Vaggie felt a vein in her neck throb in irritation. "We got a deal or what, asshole?"

Vox shook his head in disbelief as his hysteria slowed to amused chuckles. He held out a glowing hand, grin razor sharp. "You got yourself a deal, sweetheart."

She frowned warily at him, before deciding against shaking his hand. "I'm not touching the freaky demonic glowing shit, thanks but no thanks."

Vox smirked, retracting his hand. "Suit yourself."

"G'night Vox," she yawned, rubbing at her eyes. All that running around had really tired her out.

"Night Shortstuff," he grinned as she made her way inside the bakery, before shutting the door behind her.

****

<—Part 3 Chapter Index Part 5—>

[itseghost]

wooaahg a get to know you meme.. i was tagged by @ruushes !! thank u this is so fun hehe

three ships: just 3!! difficult 2 choose

zevwarden also very much on my mind recently. they are so special 2 me and i always get very fixated on my pcs in rpgs so im double invested lol

shadowgast :) fun fact the initial reason i decided it was time to catch up with critrole was because i heard whispers that they actually ended up being real, and then i didnt want my cr journey to be over and started watching bells hells too hehe

honestly theres others that are more at the forefront of my mind atm but i gotta shout out satosugu. was deeply sick over them for a long time

first ship: god i don't even know for sure, but honestly think it might have been thomas and minho from the maze runner when i was in like middle school LMFAO. or odin/ava from avas demon !

last song: guys, its damned for all time/blood money from jesus christ superstar. i dont know what happened to me these last couple days but i got the urge to listen to jcs again and have been playing the cast recording on loop LMFAO its so good

last movie: amazing question. probably deadpool 2 bc i watched most of it with my brother earlier this week and i have no recollection of any movies ive seen recently before that

currently reading: only truly counting tevinter nights even though theres several other books i havent finished bc some of those have been on hold for actual years atp LMAO. but the others are the left hand of darkness, humanKind, and the sixth extinction.

currently watching: always critical role. also various dropout tv shows and always jerma and other gaming channel vods/compilations :]

tagging @sotc @mourn-and-watch @teansouprmyjam @saturdaysky ONLY if u feel like it !! feel free to ignore this whole thing LOL

[vadergf]

i just had a revelation if you don't mind me sharing with you- i've always been adjacent to fandom spaces, like never really actually participating in them and only really reading fanfic. i wasn't ever super interested in the community aspect, until finding dream. i've never really stuck to a particular thing either, like i always got fixated for like a month, and then quickly got bored and moved on easily, except in the case with dream!

i was pretty confused about this like 2 months into my obsession because usually by that point i would have gotten bored, but i think i just figured out with the series of the anon talking about loveposting about dream is that it's not just because he's a wonderful person to like and follow, but also because the community is just so absolutely sweet.

originally i was just trying to find a space to gush about him, but now i can see that it's become something lovely, because of how everyone supports each other. maybe this happens in every fandom, i wouldn't really know, but i know for sure something that's endeared me to this community is how when things get tough, people can talk to each other and commiserate and bond. like when everyone was upset about tommy's video, some of the tumblr folks reached out to do a little book project, or posted sweet things about the munchy crew to cheer everyone up. on twitter, people also shared cute clips amidst the upset and still checked each other to still make sure that no one was crossing any lines, and this was stuff everyone has done throughout all the controversies that i've seen of this year.

i don't mean to circlejerk about it, like with all fandoms there are hiccups and whatnot but the general, baseline mutual understanding and unity serve to make this community really fun and wonderful. everyone expresses their love so easily and beautifully and i think it's definitely because of a sort of feedback loop between dream and everybody where he expresses his love, and makes it a comfortable space for everyone to talk about their feelings, which makes it comfortable for him, etc etc.

sorry for the rant xD basically, tldr, thanks for helping to make this space so lovely :D

Anon this is so sweet I don't even have anything to add to this thank u for also being a great part of the community <3

[waterfall-ambience]

i will not put noli me tangere and el filibusterismo in perpetua, i will not put noli me tangere and el filibusterismo in perpetua, i will not put noli me tangere and el filibusterismo in perpetua, i will not-

rambling under the cut because i need to figure out something to finish this scene:

the reason why i bring it up at all is because i want to show what a mundane conversation between damien and avery is like when there's not really much else happening in their lives.

much of their conversations in arc 1 were mundane yes but it was like 'getting to know each other (and also letting damien heal a bit after going through the horrors)'. also i will probably need another pass at arc 1 act 2 because i think things are a little messy thematically and i start juggling quite a lot.

-> anyways i wanted that mundane friendship conversation to be about a piece of media. i think literary analysis is something the two of them would talk about (because that's exactly the type of nerds they are, and you've gotta write what you know, yknow?)

there is a precedent for including real books and pieces of media in perpetua. i did it early in arc 1 with mary shelley's frankenstein, to establish perpetua as an educated community, suggest at minerva's sense of humour, and introduce ideas like the rage towards one's creator (with a parent-child / mad science twist).

> haunted hollow (the owl house, but i can't just name drop that one because it's too recent) was mostly used to establish the kind of nerd that avery is, give damien an in-universe blorbo in the form of a zuko/hunter-alike.

>> i might go back to this in arc 3 when the gods chew damien out for not living up to their expectations and compare him to his own blorbo.

> ponyo (which has no in-universe name as of now) was also used to bring in the general theme of "it doesn't matter what you are, i still love you" to the context of damien and avery's friendship. i just needed it to work for a scene and i think it does?

so i absolutely can use real books. the question is whether i should use noli me tangere / el filibusterismo specifically:

el noli came to mind because i'm pretty into it at the moment, and it's thematically rich enough for damien to passionately talk at length about just how hard it goes.

> i'm trying to do this to show that he hasn't just been thinking about haunted hollow for the past 8 months or so, lmao. not that its unrealistic for that to happen, i just think he wouldn't. he's more the type to have a broad knowledge of a lot of different things and then excitedly draw connections between them, rather than fixate on one thing for a long time if that makes sense.

> on a meta level i want to show infodumping and passion in a positive light (avery finds it cute, etc.) because some of my family members don't really appreciate it. i feel like a freak sometimes, i really do.

BUT ANYWAY. the implications of the books

both noli me tangere and el filibusterismo are very much rooted in their socio-historical context, that being the philippines during the late spanish colonial era, and the way it portrays society and the systems in power is unfortunately evergreen. sometimes it feels like hardly anything has changed 137 years later.

in relation to perpetua, the books show a world that the characters have never experienced, whether that be past or present. damien has filipino heritage but the disconnect is apparent (so ironically it loops back around into being a pinoy diaspora experience?). its something to consider when the gods judge him for not being 'good enough representation'.

i dont know how this is going to play out because captain luna is broadly similar to ibarra, in that they're idealistic, upper class illustrado filipinos who studied abroad and had childhood sweethearts named maria-[something], neither of whom they got with in the end. with bonus queer aspects of their stories because tbh it reads like there was Something between ibarra and elias. but anyway. i dont think luna would've read noli and i dont know how he'd feel about the parallels between him and ibarra. probably not very good!

maria-isabel was named after maria clara YES, but i read noli and fili recently so everything surrounding the luna/ibarra parallels are a coincidence.

> damien will likely pick up on these parallels and that opens up an entire can of worms!! worms that i don't know what to do with! but also its an interesting book and i want more people to read it because it fucks severely.

if you have any suggestions for works that damien can be interested in (thematic relevance to greater story ideal) i would love to hear them

[ultimadmt]

Thank you so much for all the kind words— reading this really made my day to see that you enjoyed it so much!! (^u^ )

As for the way I drew “Taranza”— I was so glad to hear you loved it!! I loved how you wrote the Dream Flower as this result of his self-loathing desires, and I wanted to make sure I could visually show off how much I appreciated that aspect, so making it appear as the inside of this vision of “Sectonia” was something I wanted to do from the start!!

The same thing goes for the panel(s) where Taranza is staring at the mirror— early in the comic I made sure to show him seeing Joronia in that reflection before he finally comes to terms with moving on- and seeing himself again, giving him this extremely tired and almost saddened but also relieved expression. This was one of my favourite aspects of your work, seeing his flaws but also finally seeing himself for what he is again— it was deeply powerful to me. So it was also my top priority to include in this comic (>u<)— I’m so glad you appreciated both of those aspects :)

I had been planning to draw a comic for a while, though a few moments had been in contention for what I wanted to adapt, but after reading Chapter 18 I had been totally floored— with the descriptiveness, I could visualize everything that happened within that chapter in my mind and couldn’t resist deciding then and there what I was going to draw.

Another contender for me that I had to decide against drawing after deciding to adapt Chapter 18 was how you portrayed the relationship of Dark Meta Knight and Taranza— it had alot of nuance that I find other adaptations didn’t include. I really loved how things between them ‘resolved’ in their last interaction. They aren’t friends, but Taranza learned alot in that moment regardless.

Regarding the other characters— yes!! Your representation of the Wave 3 (+ marx and lor) gang has become as close to my heart as the characters themselves— I really hope we’ll see them all again someday in another work.

Speaking of the next work— I agree, moving to another Kirby fic directly after this would definitely be too soon. I deeply respect and appreciate that aspect of your writing, that you know when to end things perfectly!! (But selfishly as a fan it always leaves me SO desperate for more, LOL)

I can’t wait to see said other works for your other fandoms- and I will even more eagerly await the next Kirby story, for however long it takes for you to loop back around to that point, hahah. I would just love to see your interpretation continue because it may please you to hear it genuinely is what drove me back into Kirby as deeply as I have been lately (and helped inspire alot of my art)—! I have been a Kirby fan since I was very young, though after the launch of Star Allies (pre-dlc, since I think the DLC fixed alot of my problems with that game!) I had been left a little disappointed at the time, and fell out of the community pretty hard. I had always watched from the sidelines, but I had many other fixations that took priority, and I didn’t keep up with the lore. I recently had a friend who showed interest in becoming a Kirby fan, so I introduced them to some games I played and had. Playing them together reminded me why I had been so fixated years before, and after that, I fell upon Magoranza naturally, since it included my two favourite characters. I had looked up fanfiction, curious, and that was how I found your fic, which reinvigorated my hyperfixation to max capacity— I just couldn’t get over how well characterized and nuanced every character was with the way you wrote!! So I wanted to deeply thank you for AWA and your kind words for my art- it inspires me too! I can’t wait to read the finale.

Good luck with it, and whatever work you have next—!!!

"LIVE"

A short comic based on "A Wonderful Attraction' by @rainykthebroken

i hope you enjoyed it!!! it gets a little rough around the edges towards the end-- but i hope that can be forgiven LOL. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read the original fanfic by the wonderful Rainyk (@rainykthebroken)!!! it's a fantastic work that i couldn't hope to capture with this little comic of mine :) to rainyk: i hope this comic was able to instill in you even a fraction of the joy that i got reading not just AWA, but your other Kirby works as well!! im sorry if i couldn't fully capture it as you envisioned, drawing is hard and i had to take a few creative liberties for a comic (>n< '') !! i wanted to put this short footnote for you because as someone who is not just an artist but a writer, i find that written works are often gone less noticed / less praised, and i wanted to make sure to share mine with you!! while reading AWA, i was deeply captured by your extremely beautiful and descriptive writing style- i could almost picture the scenes you were painting down to details, and your use of metaphors throughout the story had me genuinely close to tears a couple of times LOL. your characterizations of the entire kirby cast show such a deep understanding of the characters, especially within the main 4 (+lor...) that genuinely helped shape how i view them myself. they are by and large my favourite characterizations of them period-- theyre filled with such nuance and interesting development, and most importantly you gave time for all of them to develop with the other characters, instead of just focusing on the ship!! when i first read that your native language wasn't english, i was so shocked!! you honestly could have fooled me LOL. your writing showed such a deep understanding of the language art i found myself mulling over some of my favorite lines for way too long (><''). to end this long note off, i just wanted to say that since AWA is coming to an end- for my own selfish purposes, i honestly hope you'll continue with more Kirby works, or more works in this 'timeline' even, since i fell in love with these characters so deeply i'm almost broken to have to let them go -- BWAHAH. but i also believe you have a great talent that i know you can take very far from reading what i have- so i will be excited for whatever it is you decide to write next, even if that isn't kirby!! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ i hope that you enjoyed my little work in tribute of yours!! (and that it isn't too incomprehensible because it got super scribbly LMFAO.)

[lackablazeical]

Addams! AU snippet 9: 'Lair Games 3- Sewer Gator Salom'

FULL CREDIT TO WRITER NEWFALLENLEAVES AS ALWAYS!!!!!! SHE DID A WONDERFUL JOB ON ALL THE LAIR GAMES SNIPPETS AND I APPRECIATE AND LOVE HER ENDLESSLY FOR IT!!!!! GO GIVE HER SOME LOVE!

Felt like making some fluff for this snippet sooooo..... have some Bonding time for Mikey and Raph <3 playing Mario kart...

> T-CEST/PROSHIP/NEUTRALS DNI! FUCK OFF, EAT GLASS

Full snippet below the cut! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

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“Remember,” said Donnie, “Stay in the boat.”

Raph gave a grunt that could have been either acknowledgment or annoyance, it was hard to tell. He kept his stare fixated on the murky water in the tunnel ahead of them. From somewhere down the shadowed corridor echoed the sound of sloshing water and guttural hisses.

Above them, safe on a maintenance platform that was riveted to the sewer wall, April trained her camera on the same tunnel that Raph was fixated on. The beam from her camera was hardly bright enough to illuminate anything other than the immediate area, so the tunnel remained shrouded. Even so, Donnie could see the mechanism in the lens focusing and retracting as she tried to zoom in and catch a shot of what lay in the darkness beyond.

“So they’re like pets?” she asked.

“They’re not tame enough to be considered such, no,” said Donnie. He adjusted the rudder. “We just make sure they have enough food to support their broods. And we keep exits to the drainage tunnels shut, so they can’t escape into the wild.”

“And why, exactly, does your family like to maintain a colony of sewer gators?”

“Keep out humans,” said Raph. “And for wrestling practice.”

“Yes, Raph does enjoy agitating the gators and tussling with them every once in a while,” said Donnie. “Which he is not going to do today, right Raphael?”

Raph shot him a dirty look. “I would win.”

“We all know that,” said Donnie. “But the point of today is to make sure our team wins. Both of us, in the boat, crossing the finish line. Those are the rules.”

Leo smirked as he set the oars in place on the boat he and Mikey shared. “Last year, Raph almost ditched our chances when he tried to dive overboard just to wrestle the alpha.”

“He looked at me funny,” said Raph.

“And I’m glad you had it in you to forgive him, otherwise we wouldn’t have won and I would have been angry with you all year,” said Leo.

“I still don’t see why we have to decide the teams with rock-paper-scissors,” Mikey grumbled. “I always lose the first round, and I never get to be on Raph’s team.”

“Don’t worry, little brother,” said Leo. “Things are going to be different this year.”

“Bold claim from the boat that doesn’t have Raph,” said Donnie.

“Mikey deserves a win.” Leo smiled. “So I promised him one.”

April quirked an eyebrow at the confidence in his voice. Even though this was the first time she’d witnessed the Lair Games, she’d heard enough of the boys’ explanations and retellings to have an understanding of how the events worked. Apparently, Raph was undefeated when it came to Sewer Gator Slalom.

Unlike a typical slalom, there was no set course and the waterway lacked any markers or flags for the teams to loop their boats around. Instead, the ‘slalom’ part of the game referred to dodging the gators themselves, as they were abnormally large, aggressive, and protective of their territory.

Raph, however, was able to keep any of the oversized alligators from attacking his boat just by sheer intimidation. He would growl at any of the approaching predators and lash out, chasing them away before they could attack. It left a clear path for the boat to sail easily through the tunnel, so whichever brother happened to be on his team was guaranteed a win.

Donnie latched an oar into its eyelet and swung it experimentally. He caught the side of Leo and Mikye’s boat, making it jostle in the water. “Mikey wins the firecracker game every year, so there’s nothing wrong with Raph having a signature event.”

“Except when I never get to be on his team!” Mikey fumed.

“Funny, you don’t seem to care about teams when it comes to your relay of chaos,” said Donnie.

“You all could still try and run if you wanted, you’re just too slow to keep up with me and you know it!”

“Shh-shh,” said Leo. “You’re riling up the gators.”

Sure enough, the booming echoes of the argument bouncing off the tunnel walls seemed to have increased the amount of splashing and hissing coming from the waterway. Leo turned the spotlight lantern on the prow of the boat towards the sounds. The beam caught a flash of a massive spiked and scaly tail as it disappeared beneath the surface.

Donnie watched as April leaned over the safety railing – probably trying to get a closer shot of the giant alligators. “If you go in headfirst, I’m not diving after you,” he called up to her.

“Are you sure I can’t ride along? Get a closer shot?” she asked.

“We need a perfect winner’s photo as we cross the finish line in victory,” said Leo. He struck a pose. “Be sure to get my good side.”

“You don’t have a good side,” said Mikey.

“Don’t worry about trying to get Mikey in the photo,” said Leo.

“I’m gonna torch your room,” said Mikey.

“Try it, and I will chuck you overboard before we get to the first archway.”

“Ah, team-building banter,” said Donnie. “Please, keep at it. If you take each other out now, Raph and I can go straight to the victory lap.”

As the boys continued to bicker, Splinter clambered up the maintenance ladder to join April on the platform and unfurled the starting pennant. “First team to retrieve their flag from the alligator lair and return to cross the finish line wins the event. Both members must be present and accounted for, and all persons and appendages must remain inside the boat. No explosives, quantum engines, or portals permitted.”

“Sound like you’ve already prohibited very specific methods of cheating that would apply to each of them,” said April.

“You understand us so well already,” said Splinter. He smiled and raised his arm. “On your mark, get set, ROW!”

Leo and Mikey each heaved on their own set of oars, while Donnie manned one array on his boat and extended the spider arms from his battleshell to reach the second. Raph never did any rowing. He crouched at the bow, eyes narrowed, a low growl rumbling intermittently in his throat.

With their boat riding higher in the water due to less weight, Leo and Mikey pulled ahead. Beyond them, tell-tale swells in the water outlined the shape of three submerged alligators as the first defenders of the lair veered towards the boat that was in the lead.

Leo hauled forward on one oar and back on the other, sending the boat into a sharp turn that would steer them out of the way. One gator turned to follow, while the other two swerved toward Raph and Donnie instead.

Raph’s growl crescendoed. One alligator diverted aside, heading back toward the first boat.

But the other, heftier and bolder than its companions, continued on a beeline towards them, its mouth gaping.

Raph bared his teeth, growled, and punched at the gator’s head.

The heavy smack snapped the reptile’s jaw sideways, and more than one tooth went skimming across the surface of the water. The gator let out what could only be called a yelp – a sound Donnie hadn’t known they were capable of – and veered sharply away, its nose crooked and bloody.

Donnie smirked as the waterway in front of them cleared.

Deeper into the lair, the situation only compounded. More alligators slinked off their concrete shoreline nests to crowd the water, torpedoing toward Leo and Mikey the moment they heard Raphs snarls or caught sight of his bared teeth. Soon, Donnie and Raph had pulled neatly into the lead while Mikey and Leo were slowed by the ever-growing swarm of gators encircling their boat. They practically had no clear water to steer through anymore.

Donnie gave them a sarcastic salute with one of his spidershell arms.

The far end of the tunnel was now in sight, and Donnie could see the flag dangling from its hook. No alligators blocked their way, this would be an easy snatch–

“Hey, Raa-aaph!”

Several yards behind them on the other boat, Leo dangled Mrs. Cuddles over the stern of his boat, the tip of one stuffed, rainbow ear pinched between his fingertips.

Raph gasped.

“Wait, Raph, no!” said Donnie. “That’s not your real Cuddles, it’s a decoy, don’t fall for it–"

Leo dropped the stuffie.

Mrs. Cuddles hit the surface, and the water churned with snapping teeth and thrashing jaws.

Raph dove headfirst overboard, thrashing through the water with all the grace of an elephant in a bathtub. He charged into the center of the mass of alligators, bellowing, throwing punches and kicks as well as was possible in twelve feet of murky sewer water. Gators snapped and writhed all around him, sending up geysers that caught Donnie in their spray, drenching him and slogging the bottom of the boat.

At the center of the living maelstrom, shredded pieces of colorful fabric and clots of sogged stuffing spread across the surface like the detritus of a shipwreck.

Before Donnie could even holler for his brother to get back here – to salvage the whole situation – an alligator rammed into his Raph-less, defensless vessel. It capsized.

The only consolation Donnie had was that Leo and Mikey weren’t far behind in taking a dunk with him.

Long minutes later, Donnie, Leo, and Mikey all finally managed to extricate themselves from the frenzy of the alligator lair and flounder back to the starting line. They dragged themselves dripping back onto the walkways.

“I hope you’re happy,” said Donnie, fixing Leo with a scathing glare.

Leo wrung out his mask tails. “I think Gator Wrestling should be a new event for next year.”

“That’ll just be another category for Raph to win!” said Mikey.

“If there are even any alligators left,” said April. She was panning her camera across the water. “I think you may have inadvertently decimated your colony.”

Scales, claws, and teeth floated across the surface. The growls and hisses from the gators had faded to almost nothing. From the darkened archway of the reptile lair came a nasty crack, followed by a heavy splash.

Silence.

Out of the darkness, the bulky form of a familiar snapping turtle came cutting through the canal. Raph slogged up onto the walkway, the lower half of a gator’s jaw in one hand and the remains of Mrs. Cuddles’ ear in the other. He stomped toward Leo.

“Hey, buddy,” said Leo. “Guess what? Donnie was right, that was just a decoy. Your real Mrs. Cuddles is totally safe back in–gaaahh!”

The newest event added to the Lair Games was not, in fact, Gator Wrestling.

Instead, it was Punt-a-Leo.

[white-poppie]

Chaotic Tokyorev  Headcanons

A/N: This is very chaotic so be warned. Who said woman can’t be funny? Kiss my ass :3

(Bonus: Random memes i found)

Tokyo 卍 Revengers (東京卍リベンジャーズ)

Mikey

Manz has severe like severeee indigestion problems. Like all this guy does is eat and sleep?? So he burps so loud. Imagine being in a meeting, complete silence, lots of focus and this midget just goes BURRRPPP.

He is so hecking annoying like bro stop sending Beluga videos at 3AM, poor Draken is trying to sleep.

He once changed Draken’s ringtone to CPR by Cuppcake. They were in a meeting and Draken recieved a call,oh boy, entire of Toman saw Draken’s dArK ImPulSes while the background music kept playing. “I am here to serve you customer service~~”

Draken

Man is too tall to be in Japan lmao, that one time he was walking with Mikey, he miscalculated how much he would need to bend to enter the door way. Ended up bonking his face straight into the wall.

He is barely ever sleep at night, reasons: overthinking, living in a brothel and most importantly, Baji and Mikey who send him random videos that he has to pretend to not find funny. Like that one time Baji sent him a video of Spongebob saying ‘YOAIMO’ on loop.

He is so quiet sometimes you would think there is something wrong. What actually goes in his mind is: ‘What if Baji suddenly shat in his pants again in the middle of a fight?’ or ‘if the earth is round, is it Mikey’s fault?’

Draken:

Me: 🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗

Baji

is the kind of person who’s only response to any kind of insult is “YoUr MoM.”

Like Mf its not my mom who cried because I had to repeat a school year. 

You : “Baji you look like shit.”  Baji: “jOe MAmA” *insert windshield wiper laugh*  My guy, you aint funny 😐😑

He once went to Ken saying, “Oi do you know Draken?” Draken is like: 😐 brother wut Baji: DRAKEN DEEZ NUTS-

(He ended up face flat on ground that day)

Chifuyu

Best boy 😤

I just knowww he reads soo much smut and weirdass wattpad books. Like the books he reads are so Satire.

the shit is like: marked by the alpha, sold to the mafia boss by my parents, kidnapped by One direction,  BTS are my bullies and I fall in love with them and  the vampire is my mate.

I don’t even need to be told twice. He is a twice stan, no questions asked. e was home alone and was playing some songs while bathing. After he came out a particular song: TT by Twice started playing and boi he couldn’t resist dancing. He wasn’t aware that baji had come home and the door was a little open, Baji saw him dancing with exaggerated steps with only a towel .

In case you wanna see the steps: https://youtube.com/clip/UgkxG_GPqC87wi8QjUpoI4IbwcPmo3flsJpS

Kazutora

He gets anxious so easilyy (he is me, I am him).

Once he was with Chifuyu helping in the ship, stalking one of the crates he by mistake dropped an item on Chifuyu’s leg.

He got confused between saying:  ‘Are you okay?’ and ‘I am sorry’

He ended up yelling at his face, “ARE YOU SORRY?” And Chifuyu is just like: 🙂 tf you high on dood?

He has some...interesting choice of words when it comes to certain things. Like one time Chifuyu and him were watching a movie and he randomly went, “damn, her Tatas are so big.” Chifuyu ended up spilling the cold drink on his tatas due to laughing so much instead.

If bad things happen in your life, don’t blame yourself-

Mitsuya

Okay so we know he is an amazing brother you takes good care of his sisters. But for some reason the rest of toman also expects him to take care of them?

Like that one time when Baji set fire to car when people were still inside and he was forced to apologize to a veryy naked couple in the middle of the road at that time.

Or when when a girl was fixated upon Hakkai and he had to pretend to be his boyfriend to drive her off.

And also at the time when a very sleepy Mikey showed up in the middle of the night asking him for some snacks and everything was finished so he made him have half-cooked rice with peanut butter. 

Hakkai

Pretty Boyyy🥺❤❤ And also fruity icon. Mf have you seen his wallpaper? “Takaa channn”

The Tiktok kid who puts TW on the weirdest of things. Like: TW! : bunny-hats, dirty shoes and sometimes even TW! Asian ppl. My love, you ARE Asian.

He forgets about how huge he is sometimes, so he ends up breaking so many things.

Like that one time Mitsuya dared him to hold a girl’s hand. He did so, she felt comfortable and they started walking, he suddenly lifted his arm up and that poor girl was dangling like a keychain:  🧍‍♀️ 🙋‍♂️. Thank fully her arm didn’t break, but he never held hands with anyone again.

hands and doors aren’t the only things this boy can break

HMMM... lets take a moment and think about Hakkai’s wallpaper :))

Sanzu

All we accept in this house is Sanzu slander :)) 

Sanzu stans be jumping red flags like its olympics all year

Mf got so high once, he started humping a tree...in a kids park.

A parent came upto him and asked, “sir what are you, doing, this is a kids park, please keep that in mind.”

He looked dead in their eye, blinked and said, “Oh, I am sorry, I’ll turn on my kiddie mode.” (2 minutes later)

Sanzu: “WHAT DOES A FOX SAY?” Kids:  Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!!

Also once he said to Bonten Mikey that his hair  looks like that of a karen. Ran and Rindou feared for his life that day.

Unironically says YEET when he throws something.

Has a group chat with Ran and Rindou called The Boyz 🥶🔥⛓

JOJO NO KIMYO NA BOKEN AIZU OIFU HEABWEN

Smiley ( Kawata Nahoya)

This boy right here is a menace to society.

This guy has so much lice in his hair. He never washes it. Souya was once looking at him picking something from his hair and chewing it. Mf was picking out lice and eating it like a hecking monkey. (Bro how did you not get Aids by now?)

He sleep-talks. A lot. Him and Souya were sleeping one day and baby boy started whimpering. Poor Angry thought he was having a bad dream and tried to wake him up. He ended up getting kicked in the face while him yelling “WHAT DA DOG DOIN?”

He once thought that him and Souya should name their attacks like those in MHA and Naruto.  The neighbours were just looking at them yelling while standing 4 feet away from each other like:  🧍‍♂️  and yelling like Naruto and Sasuke “SOUYAAA” “NAHOYAA” “SOUYAAA” “NAHOYAA” “ROUNDO HOUSEO KICKKEU!!” ”ONE PUNCHO IN YOUR FACEUU!!” and all this while standing like a statue.

“DIE, YAY, MURDER, YAY” : Master Oogway

Angry (Kawata Souya)

This little gremlin, he is so pretty:(((

He is so respectful that its funny. 

So once he had a s/o. They were all dressed up for him, *wink wonk*. So they are just lying there like draw me like one of your french girls. And bro he opened the door. Stood there staring into their soul for a few seconds, turned around and slammed the door in their face while yelling, “I am sorry I should have knocked!” Ruined the whole mood.

His brother knows everything that happens in his life. Your crush on Mitsuya? Smileys knows. You skipping a class? Smiley knows. The time when Chifuyu tried to subtly fart? Smiley knows. Baji’s crappy “Deez” jokes? Smiley KNOWS.

He just such a cute little and fragile dandelion UwU who can turn Ran into Ranabelle UwU.

Shuji Hanma

As much as I hate this bitch...he is hot in the timeskip only)

You think Hakkai was bad? He makes wholeass overdramatic TikTok povs. Shit is like: “I am your boyfriend and the police is arresting me.” Mf goes  making such weird faces. 

He gets sooo mad when you compare him to Nishinoya from Haikyuu.

He also says “SHEESH’ and lip-bites obnoxiously

Oh did I forget to mention about how he tried to  make that one video of doing the ‘bapsae’ hip thrust? I am talking about this thing. Yeah...dude lost his balance due to bending too much, mf was so AGRESSIVE when I tell you. It wasn’t even hot anymore, looked like he was having an itch. smh

The clip: https://youtube.com/shorts/dX6RTlhW2ZY?feature=share

Tokyo 卍 Revengers (東京卍リベンジャーズ)

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∘ requests: I tried to use as many as I could that made sense! Hope you enjoy!

“the things i’d do to meet edgy karl’s parents.”

“ok but next time you want to write smut for edgy!karl...post pregnancy scare...karl having a fixation on readers tiddies...like the whole time. -🧚🏻‍♀️”

“i stg this is my last thing ill send in today about edgy!karl but karl letting reader dom him completely.-🧚🏻‍♀️”

“CONSIDER edgy!Karl saying ‘that's my girl’”

∘ pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader 

∘ warnings: nsfw (minors dni), mentions of underaged sex, asphyxiation, domination, this being 4k

∘ word count: ~4000 (im so sorry)

∘ links: ���� ao3 𐑂 𐐪 previous part 𐑂 𐐪 submit an edgy!karl edit 𐑂

∘ disclaimer: I made up all the dynamics and Karl lore. This is also an au and I do what I want so

You rolled your shoulders, twisting your back to alleviate some of the stress in your back as your mind raced at the possible outcomes of spending the weekend at Karl’s parent’s place. He seemed to deal with the situation in his own way, a cigarette lazily hanging from his lips as he scrubbed the nail polish from his fingers. You wondered if his parents were sticklers for order, then again, knowing Karl, there was no way they weren’t crazy strict. You thought about your own family and what would happen if Karl were to meet your mother.

Karl seemed almost absent-mindedly going through the motions of visiting them like you had nothing to worry about. There were occasions when he even made it clear that you had your life more intact than he did, so it was doubtful they would hate you.

You peered over at him, taking your eyes off the road momentarily as he paused to blow smoke out of his window. “Why do you have to take it off?” You asked, gesturing to his hands.

He scoffed slightly, sitting up and throwing the dirty cotton ball into the small bag beside him. “My mom hates the dark colors,” he murmured, flicking his cigarette bud outside. He moved a hand to settle over your thigh, wrapping his fingers around the flesh. “Don’t worry, I’ll paint them again when we get back,” he chided. “I know it’s the only reason you keep me around.”

You snorted at this, shaking your head at his joke.

The two of you came to a small stop-over town, swapping seats after filling up the tank at the local gas station. Through the crack in the passenger window, you could hear the cashier greeting Karl as if they were old friends, smacking him on the back and walking him out the door with a smile. As Karl sank into the driver’s seat you furrowed your brows. He looked at you with a shrug. “We vacation around here sometimes,” he brushed off, making your mouth twist in disbelief. He was downplaying the extent of his family’s hold over the town.

As the two of you drove through the main street of the town, your eyes snapped to the various stores with his last name plastered on the signs. You nearly asked him about it, instead opting out as you figured he would give you a half-assed answer and only give you part of the story.

His house had its own street, a long winding road that ended in a looped driveway the size of a suburban cold-de-sac. You willed yourself not to let your mouth gape at the sheer size of the mansion as it stared back at you, blocking the moonlight as Karl opened the passenger door for you to climb out. “Stop treating me like the fucking Queen of England,” you murmured, elbowing him as he pulled on his hoodie, shaking out his hair slightly.

He laughed at you, popping a piece of gum in his mouth, and pressing his lips to yours in a nearly heated kiss as if to give you a taste of what he had in store of you. As he broke the embrace, his nose brushed against yours. “I can treat you worse if you want, pet?” He offered, causing you to shove him away from you.

“We are literally in your parents’ driveway. Chill out,” you urged, making him chuckle as he laced his fingers with yours, pulling you towards the front door. Your heart hammered in your ears as he pushed open the door. You tugged on his arm. “Shouldn’t we knock first?” You whispered, making him pop his gum and shrug.

As if telling you not to worry, he pulled you the rest of the way in the house, only to be greeted with an old man barely reaching over your height. “Karl! My god, you nearly scared the living daylights outta me!” He hooted, as Karl wrapped his arm around the old man, the two chattering away like the best of friends.

You smiled at the warmth between the two, watching Karl blossom. He moved to stand by you, wrapping his arm around your waist and gesturing to the man. “This is my nanny, Leslie. He wouldn’t leave so I think he just dusts the books in one of the libraries,” Karl joked, making the man swat the air in front of Karl.

You raised your eyebrows. “One of the libraries?” You repeated quietly as if to make sure you heard him correctly.

He smirked at you, disregarding your surprise. “This is my girlfriend,” he introduced, rather proudly as Leslie’s face lit up. He grabbed your hands and rambled on about how he had never thought Karl would introduce a girlfriend to the family.

“I thought I heard Karl’s voice. Did he make it?” A feminine tone rang out into the foyer, capturing Karl’s attention a beat before she had started talking as if he had sensed her. You wanted to smirk at the vision, knowing he did the same when he heard you.

A woman came around the corner of one of the walls, her hair and makeup applied to a professional standard and her clothes were cleanly pressed. She looked as if she had just gotten home from an office job with a corner office. Her intimidating aura vanished along with his as soon as she saw him, scooping him up in her arms as he chuckled slightly. She held him out an arm’s length away, pinching his sides and calling him a beanstalk. Another man a few years older than Leslie entered the room, draped in a flowery apron. He embraced Karl as well, the couple fawning over him like they hadn’t seen him in years.

Karl gestured for you to come closer as he showed you off to the pair, introducing them as his parents. Karl’s mom immediately embraced you, murmuring about how Karl hadn’t brought a girl home in ages let alone a girlfriend and you were quickly being to notice a theme amongst the group.

The house was massive, which you had quickly noticed was even bigger than it looked outside, as Karl’s mother looped her arm around yours, giving you the tour and explaining the extensive history of the Jacobs family and their impact on the house. Leslie and she served as some of the most entertaining tour guides you’d ever experienced as they giggling and joked. Karl walked quietly behind the group of you, hands in his pockets as he looked up at the ceilings and pictures as if he hadn’t seen them a thousand times growing up.

You peered over your shoulder, making sure he was still with the rest of you. He set you a wink, lips curling at the sight of you getting along with his family members.

After you were finally beginning to lose track of time Karl broke into the charade, and after vaguely mentioning he was tired, his mother when into a mock cuddling mode, cooing to him sarcastically, yet letting the two of you slink away for the night with the promise of finishing the tour before Karl’s brother showed up in the morning.

Soon it was just you and Karl again, him leading you up a flight of stairs. The hallways were lit with small lanterns that at one time had probably fostered candles but were now replaced with electric ones. You weren’t sure where to look as the walls were crammed with painting and photographs. Half of you wanted to admire the architecture while the rest of you was attempting to identify who the artist was that had done most of the artwork.

Karl sighed tiredly, popping open a door and switching on the lights. You bit back a smile at the view of his room in its pristine condition. The various shades of blues and greys accenting the features of his bed and various pieces of furniture. As you looked around, he threw his wallet and keys onto the dresser beside his bed, shutting the door to drown out the faint music coming from the kitchen. You sat in one of the massive chairs beside the fireplace, your mind running blank with disbelief. A fire was already burning in anticipation of his return.

You ran your finger along the seam in the leather. “When you said your family had money… I didn’t picture all,” you paused gesturing around you, “… this…”

He shrugged with a small smile on his face. “Do you wanna know a little piece of Karl lore?” He asked, smugly.

You perked your eyebrows at his words. “You know I do.”

He gestured with his fingers for you to come towards him as he walked closer to one of the massive windows. He settled his hand in the crook of your neck, turning you to look across the pond at a few of the other massive properties. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder before pointing at one directly in front of you. “I lost my virginity in that one,” he stated, making you chuckle.

He wrapped his arms around your waist. “And to whom?” You queried, as his teeth nipped at your ear.

You could practically hear him smirk. “Her name was Ms. Scarlet back then, but I think she’s been married again,” he answered, making you freeze in his hold. “I think she was between husband two and three.”

“Wait, what?” You turned around to face him.

He brushed his lips against yours. “You jealous?”

You furrowed your brows at him, pulling out of his touch. “Were you of age?” You questioned, voice coming out in almost a winded laugh.

He shrugged, plopping down on the bed behind him, leaning his weight back on his hands. “Not the first time.” He smiled up at you. “She’s a friend of mine’s mom. I cut her grass that summer.”

You rubbed your eyes. “Jesus Christ,” you murmured. “Did you hook up again after that?” It was like he had opened Pandora’s box, a mass of questions echoing like bees within your mind.

He looked at the ceiling. “We stopped before my sophomore year of college, I think.” He furrowed his brows in thought. “Yeah, so almost five years.” Your mouth gapped slightly. “But only when I came back for breaks.”

“You were seventeen?” You stressed. “And when you came back from where?” You sat beside him, attempting to decide if you should be worried or not. Obviously, it wasn’t a fact you could change, but the fact that a woman had him at so young-

He hummed slightly. “Boarding school,” he mumbled, trying not to seem smug. He wrapped his arm around your waist. “I know it sounds bad now, but she wasn’t taking advantage of me or anything,” he assured. “I think you’d like her, honestly.”

“You think I’d like a woman that preys on little boys?” He snorted at your comment and you smacked his chest, making him laugh louder.

He dug his face into your neck. “Age of consent is lower here,” he continued to assure. “Baby, I’m okay.” His teeth nipped at your skin. “Plus, I don’t think I’d know how to make you feel so good without her.” That made you green around the gills. You attempted to put the thought of Karl and an older woman out of your mind. “How did you lose yours?”

You swallowed your questions, deciding to save them for another day. “In a treehouse before I left for college. With my roommate’s twin brother,” you murmured.

He chuckled. “Oh, shit. We’re both bad friends, aren’t we?” He jested.

You shook your head, chewing the inside of your cheek. “I was dating him, actually. It was really brief.”

“The sex or the relationship?” He asked, making two gesture two fingers into the air. He pulled away from you, sending you a small smile. “And what’s his name? I need to know who you’re comparing me to.”

You scoffed. “Clay,” you answered, the image of the boy flashing into your mind for an instant.

Karl’s demeanor changed. “Clay?” He repeated, sounding like you earlier as you wrapped your brain around the extent of the Jacobs fortune. “What does that seem so familiar…” he trailed off in thought. You perked your eyebrow at him, knowing full-well the two could have unintentionally crossed paths on campus.

The next morning, you could have sworn you were on the set of a period piece if it weren’t for Karl’s father’s golfing attire and his mother’s tight black dress as they welcomed various family members into the house. You had finally met Karl’s older brother, an accomplished man with a good job and an even more impressive education, yet each time he attempted to boast about his earnings or the progress he was bringing to the family business, he was swatted off only for his parents to gloat about Karl’s fraternity connections and grades.

You peered over Karl’s shoulder as he showed you Todd’s Instagram post, the two of you scoffing before you liked his picture from your account, making Karl roll his eyes as you snickered.

“… And that being said, renting cars is no longer a strenuous task,” Karl’s brother finished.

Mrs. Jacobs nodded her head slightly. Karl had mentioned the family joke of disregarding what his brother said, even if it was impressive or you were interested. It had been a running gag since Karl was in high school and they weren’t planning on letting up anytime soon. “Yeah, that’s neat. Did you hear Karl learned how to do his own laundry?” His mom boasted with a small chirp to her voice as if Karl were the best thing on the planet.

You bit back a laugh as his brother grumbled to himself, his wife patting his arm reassuringly. “He was also one of the most expensive at KA. Very impressive son!” His dad added, sending him a thumbs up.

You stood with Karl in the living room; his arm draped around the top of a bookshelf you were leaning against as you both listened to one of his cousins talk about a new boat they had just paid off.

Your heels felt tight on your feet as you switched the weight from one ankle to the other, leaning closer to Karl. He moved so his lips were near your ear. “Don’t let him fool you. It’s a hollowed-out log with a rudder,” he chided, making the corner of your mouth twist up.

“It’s not much, but it’s honest,” you mockingly defended. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“Inexplicably,” he murmured back, making you laugh quietly. He let a beat of silence pass between the two of you before wetting his lips. “Say the word and we’ll find a random room and I’ll ruin your makeup,” he whispered.

You scoffed, inching closer to him while your eyes remained on the center of the room where everyone was talking. “How can you be horny around your family?”

You could feel his warm breath against your neck. “Because I’m more focused on you in that tight little dress than Kevin’s boat.”

You took a sip from your cup. “Dirty boy,” you joshed quietly.

Karl smirked at you before his eyes drifted to the front door, a new flow of people filing into the house. You noticed him grow quiet, following his gaze to a woman and a boy around your age. They greeted Karl’s parents happily before integrating into the living room with the rest of you. You could tell by the way his face twisted smugly that the woman was Ms. Scarlet. You drew in a breath as she neared the two of you.

Karl stood up a bit straighter and you bit back a laugh, making a mental note on having to tease him about his MILF. The woman smiled brightly at Karl, pinching his cheek. You attempted to piece together who the boy was and if Karl had mentioned him before.

Karl cleared his throat after they shared their pleasantries. “Uh, this is Nick, but everyone calls him Sapnap, and this is his mom… Ms. Scarlet?” He questioned the last part as she charmingly laughed.

“Oh, no darling. I’m Mrs. Donahue now.” Sapnap rolled his eyes slightly at her words, taking a sip of his drink as she winked at him.

Karl smirked. “Right, congratulations. Anyway, they’ve been our neighbors for years-”

She cut him off, squeezing his arm. “Oh, come on! We were trying to marry Karl off to one of Nick’s cousins and finally join the families, but it’s just funny how things work out,” she stated. You wracked your brain, attempting to figure out if it was a dig at you or Karl. The two of them went off on a tangent about the array of Sapnap’s cousins that Karl had had to take on dates and whatnot.

“So, you’re dating Karl then?” Sapnap asked you, more of an aside as they had seemed to forget about you.

You nodded; the fact still rather foreign to you when given the chance to think about it. “Yeah, I’ll claim him,” you joked. “Did you guys go to the same high school?” You asked, attempting conversation.

He looked at you tiredly. “Yeah, yeah. We’ve been classmates since we were little.” You hummed in interest. “I mean, since he fucked my mom we haven’t been hanging out or anything,” he added as if you had been itching to ask.

You had been.

You snorted at his words as he smiled slightly. “Sorry, that’s not funny,” you apologized, covering your mouth.

He shook his head, laughing softly. “No, it definitely is, don’t worry.”

“How did, uh… that affect you guys?” You asked, biting back your humorous response.

He seemed to relax from his stiffened introduction a few minutes prior. He wet his lips. “Honestly, there’s no going back from that, you know?”

You giggled. “No, I don’t.”

He laughed at your answer, covering it with a cough as Karl seemed to remember you were standing beside him. Sapnap’s mom suddenly spotted an old friend of hers, the two parting from your life almost as quickly as they had entered. You leaned against Karl’s arm.

“I like Sapnap,” you hummed, watching the two leave. “He seems quiet.” Karl shrugged beside you. Your mind wandered to whether Sapnap knew Todd. Part of you wished you had asked him, but you were struggling to remember Todd’s real name anyway. “Did you have fun with your lady friend?” You mocked, looking up at him.

He shook his head, biting back a smirk. “You’re my lady friend.”

You chuckled. “Oh? I thought you’d forgotten.”

Before you knew it, you were pressed against Karl in a coat closet in a remote part of the house, unable to make it to his room before his hands were up your skirt and his lips were attacking your skin. He pinned you against the door as if he were worried you would slip out of his grasp as he ground his hips against yours. His teeth grazed against your neck in a mess of hands and hair.

You pushed him further into the closet before he plopped down in a chair towards the back. The both of you shared a look of confusion as to why it was there yet shrugged and went back to carding your fingers through his hair and tugging at his lips with your own. He moaned into your mouth as you climbed into his lap, his hands gripping the flesh of your thighs before snaking up to slip into the top of your dress and take your breast into one of his large hands.

Kissing him felt strange without his tongue ring; if you weren’t so desperate to get yourself off, you would have complained about missing it.

You ground yourself on his lap, groaning at your newfound friction as he spread his legs further for you, his free hand dragging you against his crotch. You pressed your lips against his neck, biting at the skin, determined to mark him as yours. You weren’t doing it to ward off Ms. Scarlet, no. This was for you, knowing full well that Karl always wore your hickeys with pride.

Your hands went to his belt buckle, impatience taking over as you nipped at his skin, earning moans of pleasure as he let you have your way with him. He pressed his lips to your chest as you freed his cock from its cloth entrapment, stroking him with your hand. “Give me your panties,” he whispered, breathlessly as he hooked his fingers around your waistband. You obliged before angling him at your entrance and sinking down onto him. The two of you let out moans of pleasure, swallowing each other’s appraisal.

The air grew warm around the two of you as you began to roll your hips against him. Your head tilting back as you tried to quiet yourself down, knowing the last thing you wanted was for someone to walk in… again.

Karl’s fingers moved to unzip your dress, exposing your chest to his mouth as your fingers moved to tug at his dark locks. He ground his hips up into yours, a thankful moan slipping past your lips as his tongue pressed against the valley between your breasts.

You pushed him against the back of the chair, capturing his lips against your and slipping your tongue into his mouth. He completely submitted to your actions, wanting nothing more than to taste you as you began to ride him harder. Your nails dug into the back of the chair, your other hand moving to unbutton the top of his shirt and wrap around his neck. “Is she better than me?” You asked; your breath husky and demanding as his teeth flashed back at you, his leering smirk mixing with his blissed-out expression as he tried not to roll his eyes at how good he felt with you taking all of him.

“N-no. Of course not,” he groaned. His lips were pink from your teeth, cheeks flushed with lust and adrenaline as his blunt nails raked up your body to claw at your back. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned, voice almost a whimper.

You moved your hand to press your thumb to brush against his bottom lip, loving the pleasured expression on his face as he looked at you like you owned him. “Good,” you answered plainly, swirling your hips and tightening your grip on his neck before you could feel your impending orgasm nearly within reach. He almost smiled up at you. What a little freak.

You moved your hand to fist in the front of his shirt, pulling him up to press your lips against his as you bounced on top of him. He let out a deep moan before you felt him release, making you scoff sardonically. His fingers moved to grip your hips, thrusting against you harder, determined to get you to follow him. You dug your face into the crook of his neck, his teeth digging into your skin.

Shamelessly, you let him drag you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you with a flash of heat and relief. Karl kissed you roughly, desperate to taste your moans as if looking for your approval. "That's my girl," he moaned, smiling against your lips.

As the two of you straightened your clothing and cleaned up your appearances, you went for your underpants in Karl’s pocket, but he grabbed your wrist, drawing you to his chest. “You got to be on top, that means I’m in charge of foreplay for the rest of the night,” he answered, pressing a brief and sultry kiss against your lips to wipe away your shocked expression.

“Fine, then I’m in charge when we get back and I’ll send lewds to Todd,” you threatened with an empty conscious on the matter. “Just to make it spicy. Stir it up a bit,” you joshed.

He groaned, making you smirk. “You’re playing with fire,” he mumbled.

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[starlordamn]

‘Us’ - Michael Gray Oneshot

Summary: you and michael shared a kiss a few weeks ago at the garrison - a sudden change from his usual behaviour of ignoring you. he no doubt ignores you again, making your lovesick self devastated but not surprised, until he shows up at your door at three in the morning.

Warning: angst technically, lil bit of fluff if you squint, that’s it really, i only read over it once so possible grammar mistakes sorry!

A/N: i enjoyed writing this, it took me a while for some reason as i wrote it over the period of two days, but nonetheless it was fun, in ya’ll can tell he is my favourite person to write for at the moment. enjoy!

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It was just a kiss.

That is what you were trying to convince yourself that it was.

About two weeks ago you and Michael had been at the Garrison late at night, it was near closing time, some three in the morning. You both weren’t drunk, but tipsy enough to let things be said that usually wouldn’t be. Or in this case it was something done that wouldn’t normally be done.

You both shared a kiss. The type that was anticipated for what felt like hours. The longing stares at each other’s lips, the hesitance as you both leaned in as if you both knew it was wrong. Yet it still happened. His lips had crashed with yours before you even had chance to register it, and you kissed him back like your life depended on it. And it was only the morning after that you remembered. He remembered too and you secretly hoped he would say something but he would never.

See, you had always been close with the Shelby family, Polly was like a mum, sister and aunt all mixed into one for you. Tommy, Arthur, John and Finn were the mischievous and protective brothers you never had. You sat in on family meetings, you were as good as blood family to them. But with Michael it was different, from the outset he was cold to you. You don’t know what it was about him that made you fall for him, but you did and you fell hard. Head over heels hard. The type that keeps you up at night. The type that makes your heart soar when they’re in the room. And the type that makes you feel dizzy.

That’s what was making you so confused. Michael had shown no interest in you whatsoever, so that night in the Garrison – you had thought – was a dream. It took a good few hours of mental debate to finally conclude that it was real. Unbenknownst to you however, Michael had fallen for you the second he laid eyes on you. Everything about you just made him love you. The way you walked with Tommy’s paperwork, sometimes stumbling and then laughing at yourself flushing slightly with embarrassment. The way you would make jokes with the others and looked truly happy to be in everyone’s presence all time. And the way your kindness stretched to him even though he’d been nothing but cold to you.

He didn’t want to put you in danger. You worked for one of the biggest gangs in the country, hell it was a dangerous life not just a dangerous world. But with his line of work he could never guarantee things to you that he wish he could, what if one day he didn’t come home to you, next seeing him in a church in a coffin. He could not leave you like that nor ever put you through anything like that. So that is why he wanted to forget about you. Forget about, forget about the kiss.

But he couldn’t. He loved you. And you weren’t alone in thinking about the kiss. No matter how hard he tried to forget he couldn’t. So that’s why he ended up on your doorstep at three in the morning on a Sunday.

“Michael!?” You blinked a few times to make sure this wasn’t a cruel dream. You stood in only your nightdress, looking a mess from just being woken up by Michael knocking on your door.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You opened the door a bit wider revealing slightly more than just your head. Your heart was beating quickly at the topic that could possibly arise, why else would he be here at 3 in the morning on a Sunday of all days, because you were sure as hell it wasn’t because Tommy had more urgent paperwork for you,

“Can I come in?” He asked rather expressionlessly. His hands were in his pockets casually and he looked at you blankly waiting for you to say yes. You nodded and stepped aside so he could enter your house. He crossed the room and stood awkwardly in front of the fireplace that you had just started up again. You shut the door before making your way over to him and standing opposite him, but not too close.

“Michael why are you here?” You spat it out. You had to. You didn’t mean to be blunt, it was just that he was giving you nothing, not even his body language expressed anything to you. Michael opened his mouth to say something before shutting it again. You stood waiting for an answer. But you knew you weren’t going to get one. It was Michael. Before this he had only spoke a total of twenty words to you.

“Michael say something,” you pleaded now, he was beginning to make you nervous in a negative way.

“I don’t know what to say.” He finally spoke. His voice was quite wavered and he sounded frustrated. How dare he get annoyed with you when he was the one who had been stood on your doorstep.

Silence fell over the room, it wasn’t awkward but it was filled with tension, of what kind you couldn’t tell. You didn’t know whether you wanted him to go or stay.

“Are you high Michael?”

“What?” His eyes became fixated on you and he sounded slightly hurt.

“Are you drunk?”

“No I’m fucking not.”

“Why are you here?” Silence. “If it’s to mock fun of me, I get it. You were drunk and I was stupid. But I don’t need it rubbed in my face, I don’t need the whole ‘I didn’t mean it’ lecture so, you’ve made it very clear already that’s the case so, if that’s all then please me alone.”

Tears threatened to spill from the corners of your eyes. You really were stupid falling for someone you couldn’t have. Someone who didn’t want you. Turning around to walk upstairs, you expected him to show himself out but he didn’t.

“Y/N wait,” he grabbed your arms gently and pulled you back. You spum around to face him, he was much closer to you now but you shook your head.

“You. Kissed. Me.” Tears rolled down your face. You were so humiliated.

“And I’m not here to apologise for that.” His voice was sincere as he raised a hand to your face, brushing his fingers against your cheeks to wipe the tears away that he had created in the first place.

“Wait, what?” You stood in absolute confusion and astonishment waiting for him to expand on what he just said.

“I meant it Y/N, I wasn’t drunk at all, I knew what I was doing and I meant it.” Both of his hands cupped your cheeks now, his eyes looking into yours and he spoke truthfully.

“But,” you pulled his hands away from your face making him frown slightly, “why the cold exterior, ignoring me after, and before even, I just…” You trailed off, fidgeting with your fingers. You didn’t fully believe him.

“I just wanted to protect you.”

“From what?” You scoffed, folding your arms.

“I didn’t want to ever risk any harm to you, a-and what if I never came home to you one day, I would never want to put you through that.” His voice was raise slightly, pointing at things as he spoke. You had never seen Michael express this much emotion at once and you didn’t know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Michael, I was involved in this gang before you came back, you don’t think I know how dangerous this life is? I learned to use a gun at ten years old and used one at twelve, I don’t think I need protecting.”

He rolled his eyes, “if you want to be like that the—”

“No I’m sorry,” you interrupted him, “I didn’t mean it to come out like that, I know you were doing what you thought was best.”

He nodded before the room fell silent for a few second.

“Look if you don’t feel the same I can go.” He rambled, as if he had just snapped back into reality and realised what he’d just said.

“Michael, I love you, you idiot.” You searched his face for a response and you got one. He smiled. The first time you had ever seen him smile and it was beautiful, happy Michael was far better than sad Michael.

“I love you too, I always have.”

“You have a funny way of showing it you know,” you laughed and so did he, running a hand through his hair.

“Are you going to kiss me or what?” You raised your eyebrows at him.

He put his hand on your shoulder and gently steered you into the wall behind you until you were pressed up against it. His hands travelled across your neck and collar bone to move your hair out the way, while you blushed at the touch of his skin against yours. He placed his hands either side if you on the wall, trapping you against it and him, before he leaned in slowly, placing his lips on yours. Unlike he previous movements, his lips were not gentle, they were pressed against yours needily as if it would be your last. You kissed him back, snaking your arms around the back of his neck and looping them together to pull him closer to you. His chest pressed against yours as his hands slid down the wall to your rest on your shoulders. You felt so floaty with his lips on yours, he was better than any drug you had every tried and even more intoxicating. The way his lips moved against yours made your knees feel weak, you just couldn’t get enough.

Removing your lips sadly from his after what felt like hours, your breath was shaky and rushed, so was his. You pulled him close, going on your tiptoes to rest your head in the crook of his neck and you whispered quietly, “we’ll make ‘us’ work, Michael.” He kissed the top of your head lovingly before wrapping his arms around your waist. He was going to make you two work out, even if it was the last thing he did.

[funkymbtifiction]

Hi! Do you think that certain enneagram descriptions are influenced by certain instinctual variants? I just read a post of yours where you mentioned that you didn't think you were a 6 initially because the 6 descriptions were more sp-based. I was curious if you think there could be merit to that idea in any other enneagram type descriptions?

Another q... I was reading a book on the enneagram and how to take care of yourself based on your type, and the 9 insights/tips resonated a lot with me, even though I currently think I'm a 2. I definitely related to the 2 insights/tips, but I was very surprised at how seen/called out (in a good way!) I felt when reading about 9s. It got me thinking though... I know I'm in a grip, and around the time you helped me to realize this I was also more aware of how "9-like" I am in addition to the 2 I always thought I was. So I wonder (and this is not a very fleshed out thought) if there is possibly some kind of situation in which the different prioritizations of functions in one's stack - looping/gripping/healthy - could possibly have some connection to tritype and what one may lean into in times of stress, uncertainty, happiness, etc. Would you happen to have any thoughts/opinions on that?

Thanks :)

I think it's more that a lot of descriptions are slanted toward particular personality types -- I didn't think I could be an sp6 at first because of how ISJ-ish the descriptions are; I'm an inferior Si, so I worry abstractly and rarely prepare for anything in advance, other than to strategize about it, because I don't have enough Judger in me to actually think through the details of stocking the pantry for the zombie apocalypse. I fixate on problems as they happen, and react to them like an ENFP -- over-thinking, looking into the future of how this might unfold, and worrying about it. I eventually realized I am an sp-dom because my worried fixations are more about sp-concerns (health, feeling good, having my cats well and not sick, and having enough money to avoid taking on a second job I don't want, in a high Fi way ;) than about my reputation or connecting to others.

That being said, yes, some of the overall descriptions are more based in one instinct than the rest. 5 descriptions, for example, are sp-slanted (avarice and strict guarding of my boundaries/minimizing my contact with others or the outside world); social 5s are more outgoing and willing to connect, and sexual 5s find a fascinating hook that is "somewhat alien" to attract people. 2 descriptions are primarily sp2 (I will do everything for you). Some 8 descriptions lean social (protecting others). A lot of 7 descriptions lean social, along with 9. And 3 descriptions are also slanted social, etc.

In your situation, relating to other types is normal, but one of them is always going to be your core coping mechanism and inner process. It's possible you are 2 with a 9 fix, and it's possible you are a 9 with a 2 fix. The difference is whether you proactively and aggressively move toward people like a 2 (seeking people who need to be loved by you) or whether you are more passive in your engagement with others and only move toward them a little while staying in your own world of minimal upsets like a 9. Generally, feeling 'comforted' by what you read about a type means it's not your core type, because there's always an element of being 'exposed' when you read about your true type's motivations. 2s are often appalled, angry, and in denial when they read that a 2 is only being helpful as a way to earn outside acceptance and approval. Or that they don't want you not to need them, because not being needed makes them unimportant.

The ego-structure of the 2 is that they see themselves as selfless, because they feel like they have no other choice; to not be helpful, or selfless, or think well of people, etc., is to face an enormous guilt-trip. As a superego type, their inner voice demands that they do these things and never receive anything in return, even if they want it. So the 2 finds it easy to 'give' and hard to 'receive.' "Oh no, don't send me anything for my birthday," they insist, while wanting someone to do exactly that, and also thinking: "I am the giver around here." See, being a receiver means you need somebody else, and if a 2 wraps up their entire identity in being the one who is needed (which makes them a little higher than other people, since they are needed, but do not "need" in return)... they don't want the humility of needing others.

The "oh no, I don't need anything" pride of 2 is very different from the inner process of a 9 who doesn't think themselves worthy to take up space or to receive. It's all about the mental approach: pride or self-erasing. All of that to say, if you have 9 in your tritype, you will relate to some of the advice for 9s. But your core is still mainly who you are.

If you are, for example, a 269, you're going to use all the strategies of that -- giving like a 2 and always going after people, but over-thinking and worrying like a 6, and avoiding conflict like a 9.

I know a woman of this type. At least, I know she is a 2, has 6, and has 9, and the lower order of the fixes doesn't matter much. In a 2 way, she fills her letters with accounts of everything she has done of late to make other people happy and/or how she has been generous to them (a little humble-bragging in the realm of 2). She also talks at length about her relationships and comes across as extremely emotional (as 2s are) -- crying at the drop of a hat. She also confesses to being a "worrier" (6) and there's this constant push-pull in her between "I want you to see me in a 2 way and think I am a good person" and the 6-ness if fearing rejection and not being good enough (what I do in other ways might get rejected; I know you like me for being generous, but maybe my writing isn't good enough...), and the 9-ness of wanting to be seen but not seen at the same time, and minimizing herself in various ways that aren't connected to her being generous.

I sent her The Road Back to You, and told her to read the 2 section and... never heard anything back about it. I have noticed an interesting pattern about that, actually. Whenever a 2 finds themselves exposed like that, they don't like it and pull back from it out of shame, and whenever a 9 doesn't want to talk about something, they ignore it and pretend you never mentioned it, to avoid making themselves uncomfortable. So of course, she never brought it up again. ;) 2-9 in particular doesn't want to see anything negative in themselves or in what they are doing.

If you read the 9 stuff and think, "Wow I feel so good about being a 9," you are probably seeing 9 through the lens of being a 2 and focusing on the positive aspects of it, rather than feeling the shame of sacrificing your identity to merge with other people. You can also choose to ignore your fixes to some extent without being imbalanced but you can't do that to your core. (Eg: 2 fix -- oh, I actually don't have to help you or feel bad if I don't, because this advice says it's none of my business, so I won't! 2 core: I would feel sooooo bad for not filling your need!!!)

[bobzora]

GUESS WHO BEAT PEE3 TODAY (fes, the journey at least)

(lengthy) final thoughts:

ryoji is kind of. um. "that was my name for a while. i didnt mind it." hes kind of trans. is the thing. also bro 100% drew the shortest stick in this game lmao

obviously ryo/mina isnt quite the same as some of the other insane peesona gay people (2,5. 4 is gay but not rlly insane) bc like. in that form at least we only know him for like...two months?or so? but. u know what. they r t4t and both (kind of) dead. good for them.?

jumpscared by "the arcana is the means by which all is revealed." ive been seeing that shit in like. youtube comments since the day i was born. insane

nyx was like. pathetically easy. to the point where i felt kinda bad about it lol. at least its funny. this is what happens when u have level 99 protag + black viper lucifer (+ messiah for salvation for ailment healing. i could just use me patra gems but its more stylish this way). nobody ever got below half health and most phases (minus last bc of the halved non-almighty damage + gown) were a 1/2/3 hit kill. guys who overlevel because they just love the velvet room so so much (and im prolly not gonna do ng+, especially with portable port on its way (femc!). so trying to experience most that i can)

i did cheese the reaper a while back. used thunder reign strat. was actually harder bc new moon rebalance nerfed the shock rate so its not 100% lol. but took advantage of its ai to get it stuck in a break skill loop (akihiko dekunda sweep) the money was nice, and i spent soooo much time in monad levelling personas. wont be able to do liz fight bc not doing ng+. (slightly related: ive played pee5 so many times and ive never actually tried the twins/lvnza/jose fights. vanilla 1 time, royal 1 time, royal again for a friends playthrough but its not ng+, ng+ for 100% royal but only up to exams...royal for another friend's playthru. lol)

yuka/mitsu is real. to me. theyre even the colors of the lesbian flag

i maxed most social links besides magician (bc hes annoying. surt wouldve been nice tho), mitsuru (got up to like 8 then ran out of time), fuuka (trapped at rank 1. dont like her enough, not enough time. sorry. i played with english voices u know how it is), yuko (accidentally reversed her), justice (i know. who would have thought. started her wayyy too late.), keisuke (hes soooo cute like. i wanna look like that tbh. but fortune isnt useful enough and i ran out of time)

speaking of social links i literally hate how they work in this game so so so so much. i dont want to date all these girls! let me hang out with other girls please... this is the biggest example of romance making all these games so much worse. like. what the hell. (aigis is like. the only good female social link (that i finished) (maybe bc she isnt very much a girl))

another mechanic i hate: NOT BEING ABLE TO PICK INHERITED SKILLS. is every ps2 era megaten game like this? i love love love 'sona/demon fusion but it is so much harder to make stupid crazy builds when u have to reroll over and over again. literally just a timewaster. what could have been...i cant believe my lucifer is still weak to ice. WHO USES PEESONAS WITH WEAKNESSES. IN THIS DAY AND AGE????

the extremely strange continuity with 1&2 is fucked up to like. nickelodean sitcom cinematic universe levels. u know.

im still fixated on 5.i make that very obvious. and i do like 5's overall story better (royal being a very big portion of that). but GOD i love love love the theming of this game.

those strega guys r definitely fucking. i literally do not care about them but thats kind of just a fact.

the concept of artificial personas (that kill you) (that u have to take meds for which eventually kill you) REALLYYYY fucks me up what a BANGER CONCEPT. JESUS! JESUS. gg kirijo group.

chidori...(wretched)

akinari... (very wretched)

i dont think i have a favorite. tbh. like i like mitsuru because i like women and shes hot but character wise shes not actually super my type. i like ken because hes the most fucked up ten year old in the world (justice bias). aigis is crazycrazy theres stuff to be said abt her (characters who give metatron bias). yukari is a mean girl and i like that about her (lovers bias). ryoji doesnt have that much screentime for obv reasons but thematically hes cool (guys who beg u to kill them bias). i like the protag a lot (protag bias). yeah

OBVIOUSLY i knew we were gonna die. and when. and where. and how. but :( head in aigis's lap, brushing away her robo-tears... didnt cry but wow this game.

joshua peefee christ figure moment

kimi no kioku is the best 'sona song. period. nyx (avatar)&nyx (nyx) songs go hard too. but man!!!! kimi no kioku!! LOVE how its kind of a motif in so many other parts of the soundtrack, especially near the end...a unifying melody, an overarching theme.

forever from now ill prolly watch the movies just so i can make an amv. this game needs an amv. and unlike pee5 the animovies should cover most of what id want to say in one!

after the answer, ill finally be able to finish eternalpun. im so sorry ive neglected you guys, my friends...my pee2s....

kimi wo i will never leave you <3