#no damn clue why I posted this but silly

[rasazys-ramblings]

Sillies

[hershelwidget]

every once in a while I remember that Die (and by extension Dime) is technically a TNBC OC and every single time I lose it

like. LOOK at him

When you take into account the fact he IS a pumpkin-man it does make sense but everything else about him?? his ass does NOT fit in with Halloween Town!! he's almost never in dark raggedy clothes or even particularly scary. yeah he's enthusiastic about Halloween and loves the atmosphere but he and his brother Dime look more like they're meant to exist in Christmas Town. and now I think about it that would be an EXCELLENT plot point if I ever wrote stories for the Rebirths and Dime + Die's story could be about them struggling with that thought that even though Jack literally adopted them and did his absolute best to integrate them into the society, they don't quite feel like they're meant to be there.

... ThIS tOok A TuRn-

but I am absolutely gonna make stories for the Rebirths now,, the ask blog will be perfect for that,,, uheuehue

[disappearenceofsomeone]

the small... the itty bitty.. the sad sniffles..

(hi guys!! needed a break to deal with something, but hopefully I can actually try a schedule for posting stuff soon :3 )

uhh I got designs + barely cohesive context right below:

I love these SILLIES!!! don't mind how empty Winnie's page is, I didn't know what to do

decided that giving them school uniforms to match the surrounding this took place in was a ok decision so I did that!!

also here's the rlly confusing context I made in the middle of the night whilst accidentally pulling an all nighter at the same time:

(I have 0 experience in writing anything in general, I was spouting whatever made sense in my head so if you think this is ooc for them, it probably and most likely is lmaoo. sorry in advance to everyone who was curious ehough to read whatever... this is considered..)

anyways, prologue takes place in an elementary school where Winnie just finished his day at school, it didn't go that well but y'know, there's 10 more things to worry Abt then that. He gets to the bus stop, knowing well he was gonna have to stay there for awhile and planned on making himself comfortable. Upon arriving, he hears sad sniffles from across the seats and boom, sad lil meow meow auggie appears!! Very concerned Winnie approaches the kid, proceeds to get a very hot headed response from him as auggie pushes him away (he isn't having any of it today + he was kinda a punk when he was little like damn!!!) Winnie clearly sees that the dude needs ATLEAST *some* company so he just, sits by him awkwardly. Augustine over here doesn't have a clue why he's still not going away but accepts it nonetheless, albeit in a very tsun tsun way I guess. Winnie takes this as a small talk starter and tries to engage with him, to no avail as auggie seems to have a very reserved manner when alone. After a few minutes of trying, he decides to just be straightforward and ask him what's up, to which Augustine replies with a 'none of your business, why do you want to know?' type of response. He just tells him that moping around wasn't gonna do him any good and since they both seem to be going home late anyway, might as well kill time. (on second thought, they sound very adult for 7-12 yr olds, what. I will come back to reread this dw) Augustine now knows Winnie doesn't mean any harm and decides why not, got nothing else to do. He proceeds to tell him regarding how others seem to only want to be around him whenever he acts a certain way (ie, very bubbly, friendly, etc) and thinks about whether or not people actually do like him for himself. It also makes him feel like if people actually knew how he was, not many would stay (like a 'yeah I want people to stay, but I want them to stay for who I actually am' type thing). Winnie tells him that he should be himself, regardless of what anybody else thinks otherwise. Additionally, Winnie thinks that if nobody's willing to stay after seeing the truth, it's their loss honestly, he thinks Augustine should care about people who would actually be there for him, not for who he's trying to be. Augustine is somewhat stunned by this, asking if he's been through this before, to which Winnie remarks with a similar situation happening back in his previous school (Winnie's friends didn't stay in touch and never contacted him ever since he moved). They pretty much notice atp how similar they were and decided to spend to the entire time waiting just chatting, turns out they got along very well (cue scenes of them yelling at each other playing games, cat scratching as they yell something dumb at the other while simultaneously talking about how cute the cats walking around were). Time passes and bam! Winnie's mom finally comes over to pick them up!!

"Hey! I know that lady! She's my mom's neighbour! :O"

"Oh, it's my mom-- How do you know my mom???"

"Uh, duh!! >:/ I just said that she's my mom's neighbour--- she's your mom!?!?"

(Cue them getting inside the car and getting bits about how Augustine and his mom met. Apparently, he and his mom visited to send off some gifts for her, when in actuality, it was to send off some medicine for Winnie, who was sick during this time. Of course they got some gifts but the medicine was important. And the gifts were too.)

As they got closer towards their houses, Winnie was planning to just go back inside the house immediately since he's got no plans going on and assumes that was it. Augustine thinks otherwise, so when they both got out of the car, he immediately blurts out his name and introduces himself. Winnie, realizing this entire time they haven't even said their names towards each other, also introduces himself in response.

They both seem to connect easily and since no one else was willing to, they will instead. With a promise to stay by each other's side no matter what, they both spent their entire childhood together. They were practically two peas in a pod, nobody ever saw them apart, even if they were in a group of people. They stood out by a lot since then, the very loud and obnoxious kid was hanging around with someone who could chill him out in an instant. The two were inseparable

[shepscapades]

GOD DAYUM

So the part 5 thing huh? Welp IT'S GOOD I LOVE IT

Because X is my blorbo I just wanted to point out some things here

MMMMMMMM HE HAS LONG HAIR??? I mean *looks at my posts* long hair fits him absolutely [Still not sure if he has long hair or not but looks like he has his hair tied in a ponytail or in a bun, I don't know it just looks like it on the second image]

[oh and also he called him "Doc" again, instead of Docm which I don't know what could mean in this situation yet, but one day it'll probably make sense as we get more parts]

This Etho right here looks either terrified or confused, and I think it's because

X is going to go absolutely crazy and he's scared that X is now in control [based on the "you dropped your crown king'' caption that might refer to Etho who isn't the attacker anymore but could also refer to Xisuma which I'll explain later]

or

2. He finally snapped back into his senses

or

3. he sees X without his helmet for the first time and his good 'ol computer brain is like '??????? Who tf is that"

"you dropped your crown king" could also refer to X as his helmet got destroyed in process [being the crown] and from what I know, we don't know the reason for why X wears helmet in this AU. The most popular headcannon for his armour and helmet is that he's a voidwalker and can't breathe in the overworld, we don't know if it's a thing in this AU but if it is that could mean that now he's powerless, he "dropped his crown" - he became weaker, powerless against his enemy. Also Doc looks kinda scared, or maybe just surprised after seeing X's face for probably first time. [if he's scared, then he's probably aware of Xisuma's condition when it comes to air]

NESTLE CRUNCH

But also poor Doc he looks horrified

ALSO

*looking for lore through old posts* huh these seem familiar... WAIT

AND THE DATE THOSE WERE POSTED

[it's in Polish sorry, but it says 13th October]

SO THE COMIC HAS BEEN SKETCHED OUT SO EARLY?? Damn those really take long to do, I mean I was aware of that fact but It's been like 3 months since those sneak peeks have been posted and WOW THAT'S A WHOLE LOT OF MOTIVATION YOU HAVE HERE SHEP

[also only now noticed how in this panel Etho's body sketch is red as a sign that he's the danger in Doc's eyes and Xisuma's is green/blue. Oh and in the first sketch X didn't have his hair visible in the visor hee hee ]

So yes, loved it, even if there were only 3 images I still think it's amazing ! We got to see your Xisuma a bit [he- he handsome -makes big eyes]

Sorry for the long ask again!! just!! excited!!

Now I'm going into my drawing cave as I'm full of inspiration already bye bye <333

(also also to reiterate, I have no idea how long part 6 will take since I just kinda have rough storyboarding for the rest of the comic, and classes just started up again— this is my exhibition semester so most of my drawing energy will be prioritized for my grad gallery… we will wait to see how much energy I have left by the day for destruction :3)

ALSO ALSO ALSO! “You dropped your crown king” was absolutely me trying to find a silly caption for what’s supposed to be a serious/dramatic part of the story while also referencing the fact that Xisuma’s helmet shattered/fell off— there are many conspiracies and clues to be had here but I just wanted to clarify that that line is not one of them SFKDFGHJ

I will therefore also not directly respond to anything else being discussed here BUT thank you as always for sharing your theories and analysis!! It always makes my day >:D

[qoqurt]

𝜗𝜚 ⋆ BIRTHDAY .ᐟ (ethan’s version)

just a small blurb for mr ethan edwards bc roro ( @wintfleur ) let me know that today was his bday .. so a little commotion for him actually … takes place BEFORE luke moves to jersey and a little after he daisy and ethan get together ok <3

read about daisy, ethan and luke | au masterlist

daisydoodledoo

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daisydoodledoo i literally blocked ethan for this bc i wanted to post my gift for him without him knowing ++ it’s literally 11pm im a HUSTLER 😮‍💨 (ft. luke watching — he signed the card dw!!) shoutout to stella and luke and rutger for reassuring me that the gift is good 😭 there’s more but i’ve decided not to add it here :3

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trevorzegras and tell me why rutger is tied up in slide 2 🤨

daisydoodledoo icl i couldn’t tell you .. i was writing the card one minute and the next my ribbon went missing

entersteller i’m just a girl ok ☹️ he needed some nice ribbon !!

lhughes_06 are you planning to give him to ethan or …

rutgermcgroarty and if she was 😽

dreagraves the build a bear frogs 🥹

daisydoodledoo luke thought it’d be silly if we dressed them up like him and i for ethan actually LOL so i made them clothes

dreagraves you make me sick (that’s so cute shits)

jackhughes shoutout luke for just sitting there

lhughes_06 i just breathed 🙄

davidungh blocking 1/2 boyfriends is actually crazy

daisydoodledoo if you don’t shut the fuck up ur next 🥰

lhughes_06 added to their close friends story .ᐟ

edwards.73 replied to your story ‘where are you guys going without me 💔’

ahndaesee replied to your story ‘BACKSHOTS 😮‍💨’

lhughes_06 who want backshots 😼

ahndaesee replied to your story ‘no but srsly wtf how did i forget the damn cake 😭 can’t believe we had to walk back’

mark.estapa replied to your story with ‘where is she scrambling off to now’

rutgermcgroarty added to their story .ᐟ

ahndaesee replied to your story ‘he hasn’t a single clue does he?’

rutgermcgroarty ‘i almost blabbed but luckily stella changed topics before i could’

ahndaesee ‘good. ur off the hook for now ig 🙄’

ahndaesee

🎵: glue song — beabadoobee

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ahndaesee ethan on film for ethan day 📸 .. but in all seriousness, happy birthday to one of my favourite guys in the whole world. 🩷 i’ll never stop being thankful for the way you make me smile till my cheeks hurt. love you to the moon and back, ed.

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📍edwards.73 thank you pretty girl ❤️ i love you

ahndaesee 1/2 of my boys 🩷

edwards.73 speaking of which where is he

ahndaesee 🤫

edwards.73 what does this mean

davidungh cakes and candles ethan ��

ahndaesee cakes and candles…

davidungh am i not allowed to wish my brother in law a happy birthday

ahndaesee DONT GIVE THEM IDEAS .

lhughes_06 too late :)

edwards.73 brother in law thank you 🥰

lhughes_06 happy birthday pretty princess ❤️

ahndaesee edwards.73 found him

edwards.73 thanks lucky 🫶🏻 i love you

pshoon2002 happy ethan day !!! 🥳

stellahughes you know the relationship is good when sunghoon approves 😭

ahndaesee EL OH EL ur so right 😭

edwards.73 lhughes_06 we made it 🥹❤️

lhughes_06 feeling real grateful rn 🥲

stellahughes u did him justice daisy 🥰

edwards.73 are you calling me ugly

stellahughes and if i am

ahndaesee you and your bf are really the same

rutgermcgroarty and if we are 🥰

lhughes_06 im gonna be honest im a bit afraid

dylanduke25 is your boyfriend single

_alexturcotte asking for a friend

ahndaesee no.

lhughes_06 double no.

ynaniu happy birthday ethan!! 🫶🏻

dreagraves RAAAHH ETHAN DAY

_quinnhughes 🥳🎂

luca.fantilli daisy can you be my photographer too

ahndaesee $30 per hour flat rate with $30 service fee:)

edwards.73 added to their story .ᐟ

lhughes_06 replied to your story ‘happy birthday e ❤️ i love you :)’

luca.fantilli replied to your story ‘that cake n pasta look so good.. hope u saved leftovers’

ahndaesee replied to your story ‘love you birthday boy ❤️’

stellahughes replied to your story ‘my gf looks so good here 🥰 tell luke to hop off pls!’

jackhughes replied to your story ‘i hate couples 🙄 happy birthday though 🥳’

note from mei ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ happy ethan day everyone !! i hope everyone likes this .. it’s so long (i’m very sorry)

pookie tags : @lovings4turn @iceflwers @wintfleur ( owner of stella hughes oc )

[exileisover]

Here’s a fun little thought exercise to all the toxic tumblr users who seek out accounts they disagree with (e.g. #gaylor accounts such as mine) for the sole purpose of harassing the account owner — why do you care so much about what I write on my blog? Why does it bother you so much that someone else has an opinion/belief that is different from yours — so much so that you choose to spend your precious time anonymously antagonizing people with shitty little comments and hateful direct messages?

Are you truly so arrogant as to believe that your personal opinion is the only possible way to think? Or are you just bored with your sad little life so you try to bully people (again, anonymously, like a coward) on the internet?

And are you really going to pretend that you have a leg to stand on when you have your own ridiculous fan theory accounts? Really?

I mean, at least I can admit my account is silly. It’s not something I take seriously. It’s for fun. I don’t really care that much if my #gaylor theories are real or not. I just like to occasionally take short breaks from my extremely demanding and stressful job to piece together the intentionally vague + delightfully cryptic “Easter Eggs” into alternative possibilities vs what the mainstream hivemind believes about this pop culture phenomenon we are all bearing witness to.

That’s it. I like puzzles. I like tswizzle, and I’ve been following her music since her first album waaaaaay back in the day. I was there, it was rare, when we were all teenagers growing up with Taylor as she debuted and grew her music career and I noticed that some of her lyrics and her little booklet clues and her MySpace posts were a little gay sometimes. And then kissgate happened in real time (I followed the whole thing as it went down, alllll those years ago), and I was like “oh yeah that tracks, she’s probably bi” , and when she was singing “you can want who you want — boys and boys and girls and girls”, and I was there following along for the Big Sur trip and so on with all the other events that have occurred over nearly 20 years. It’s interesting to me. It’s not serious, it’s just fun.

But you sad, pathetic and pathologically poisonous internet trolls who apparently live to spread negative energy and try to bring that bad juju onto my happy little blog… I don’t get you people, and I don’t give a damn if you think I’m wrong. I do give a damn if you come onto my page and try to harass me, because wtf. I don’t come and harass you on your dumb pages.

So with that being said, leave me alone and take a hearty “go fuck yourself” on the way out.

Byeeeeee.

Ps - Karma is real, and it’s gonna bite your virulent hater asses for the way you treat people (anonymously or otherwise).

[trans-luis-serra-navarro]

OK GOOOOOOOO READ THIS POST FIRST I WAS TRYING TO REBLOG IT BUT TUMBLR WOULDNY LET ME ADD ANY MORE PHOTOS OR TAG ANYMORE PEOPLE CUZ IM USING THIS POST AS A JUMPING OFF POINT!!!!!!! GO FOLLOW @theprestigegirly AND @cloverisnonexistantbro !!!!!!!!!

I had @void-detective ask me a few days ago if the ornaments on Luis’ jacket had any particular meaning and as with everything I fell down,,,,,, one hell of a rabbit hole HDNWHWNEHDNX

So, first off; I couldn’t find any super definitive answer to what was on his jacket but I have some pretty good theories!!!!!!!

@vespereargentum and their friend on Twitter helped point out to me that the floral designs are really reminiscent of old Spanish Renaissance furniture and like yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean look at it!!!!!!!!

These photos aren’t very good but you get the gist!!!!!!!

Why would Capcom put visual designs from FURNIATURE onto clothing I have no clue, but considering the fact that almost every single detail of Luis’ character down to the damn rings are extremely purposeful I’m sure we could pick up some pieces!!!!!

It also kinda makes sense, like,,, character wise too y’know- Valdelobos was a glorified Catholic cult and obviously they kept a very old-fashioned mindset so visuals-wise it makes sense!!!!!

@ 11cool also pointed out that his jacket has a lot of similar motifs to Matadors and Traje De Luces which they have their own post you can check out if you wanna!!!!!!!! Ofc there brings up the whole issue of y’know, Bad spanish stereotypes and bullfighting etc etc but this whole post is just throwing stuff at the wall in complete honesty!!!!!

And like the og post and @cloverisnonexistantbro said there’s a not for none Chance that the designers were trying to play into abstract windmill motifs would would be super cool!!!!!

@theprestigegirly and @kaychen666 were also kind enough to point out that the flowers on his jacket kinda look like poppies!!!!!!

And I think most people already know that poppies are a pretty common symbol for death (especially after war which I’ll touch on in a second) which. Y’know. Would be just SUCH A FUN AND SILLY DETAIL if true HAHDHENDHSJ

And like the og already has put so eloquently there are just,,,,,, S O many lil design elements of Luis’ that are so perfectly purposeful,,,;,,,… down to the fact that Luis has a gun from WWI (Realistically probably passed down from hsi grandfather, who would have probably had to have lived through Spanish civil wars (yayyyyy we love generational trauma yippeee another thing to add onto Luis amirite /lh)) and down to the fricken rings he wears and what fingers he wears them on!!!!!! (One of the rings for instance is of the Virgin Mary and it’s supposedly said that wearing a ring on the fingers Luis does symbolises leadership and compassion etc etc etc Yknow ring logic HDBEHEBXHX)

So like idk!!!!!!!! If anyone who actually has knowledge of Spanish culture wants to chip in PLEASE PLEASE DO!!!!!!! I’m the whitest Mf on planet earth there’s only so much justice I can give Luis BSNDHENDJSNSJ

Tl;dr: until Capcom or somebody whose more of a professional in this field outright explains what little design details like that mean for certain I’m just throwing stuff at the wall and letting people see it HDHEHEJEID

[ymiwritesstuff]

Tainted by Crimson

Yeah I couldn't help myself, I had to write more for Majima lasdjaslkdjs. This one like I said earlier, has an entirely different feel compared to the last one, lots of angst, fluff, hurt & comfort. I hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please enjoy!!

Yakuza 0

Goro Majima x Reader

Summary: After spending who knows how many hours alone in your less than glamorous apartment, he finally comes home to you in the way you were least expecting.

Notes: Angst, fluff, mentions of violence, aftermath of violence, blood, swearing, serious injuries, comfort, no spoilers

Also posted on AO3!

There was an eerie silence all over the apartment, the sounds of the radio fading away as the device slowly ran out of batteries. It was inevitable, the damn thing had been playing broken tunes for some time now. Slowly, you turned to look at the time. It was late, so late you could see the moonlight seeping through the curtains, providing some illumination. Perhaps you should have turned on a lamp or two.

The bowl of ramen on the small coffee table in front of you had gone cold hours ago, you didn’t think you even touched it once. You had no appetite, not when worry troubled you so. It jabbed at your insides uncomfortably and killed all chances to think of anything else, much to your dismay.

You hugged your arms in an attempt to calm yourself. Every small sound around you fell on deaf ears, yet the occasional and distant police siren that passed caught your attention almost too well and did little to ease your anxiety. Your mind traveled to the worst places when you heard the piercing noise, and you chided yourself for that. However you couldn’t help it, you had been waiting for too long.

Usually, you would be in bed at this hour, enjoying a much-needed sleep after a long day. The thought of the comfort awaiting you just a few steps away was appealing, painfully so, as it felt like it was barely out of your reach, the only thing in your way was your own stubbornness. You wouldn’t sleep, not yet, despite your eyelids growing heavier by the minute.

Tonight was different, it seemed. And to some extent, it frightened you. Some part of you always expected something like this, nights on which he would come to you later than usual. But you had no clue just how much it would affect you. Your uneasiness kept you awake and for a moment you wished you didn’t know just how much danger he was putting himself in day by day. You were sure he wasn’t telling you everything and perhaps you were somewhat grateful for that.

Still, you worried for him. Especially when surrounded by the utterly grueling silence you only wished to be filled with his charming laughter. Despite that, you knew there was little to worry about. He always came back fine, maybe with a couple of bruises from street fights he seemed to quite frequently get into here and there, but he was always in one piece, wearing that silly, slightly sheepish smile on his face.

More than anything, you just missed him. That’s why you waited. You wanted to go to bed with him, as you could not stand the feeling of empty space next to you during the night, it was too similar to the one you were experiencing now.

Your gaze shifted once more, this time towards the opened window to your side. You had wrapped your arms around your knees and leaned your head on them. As you watched the night your thoughts flew. The thought of laying down was inviting, and that was what you subconsciously tried to simulate with your position. It was comfortable but not comfortable enough to bring you to sleep. Although feeling the entire day’s worth of exhaustion weighing on your entire body, sleep was difficult to resist.

Maybe if you just rested your eyes for a bit, it would help ease the overwhelming tiredness. Your poor eyes were already struggling to stay open, you’d just have to allow them to close themselves for just a few moments and that would most likely give you some energy back whilst you waited. A yawn emerged and with it, your eyelids began to fall slowly. And you let them, just for a bit. Just for a tiny, little-

The front door rattled and your eyes shot open. Immediately you straightened yourself, got up, and headed for the source of the sound, all of your previous fatigue suddenly fading away. It felt as if a massive weight had been lifted off your shoulders. He was finally here, and you couldn’t help but smile as you stopped in front of the entrance.

The door opened slowly, unusually so, but you failed to notice it, as you were far too ecstatic to throw yourself in the arms of the man you had been waiting to arrive for hours.

However, your smile fell and your previously joyful expression got replaced with one filled with woe as soon as you laid eyes on him.

Majima looked back at your frozen form, regret filling his entire being as those worry-filled eyes of yours pierced right through him. His hand was on his stomach, clutching it in pain and your gaze immediately noted how his white shirt had become stained with blood. You did not even dare to guess whose it was. 

“Shit..” He croaked out, voice broken, and rueful. “Thought you’d be sleepin’..” He attempted a chuckle, but it scattered into a cough. Between his lips, he held a cigarette, and with its small flame, you could see the bruises tainting his face and the trail of blood under his nose. He was barely standing, holding onto the door for support, his one remaining eye just slightly open. He had abandoned his coat and let it fall to the ground.

“Goro…” Your lower lip quivered at the sight of him, it broke your heart. You didn’t know what to say, the shock of what you were seeing was far too much for you. He looked so exhausted and weak, it was overwhelming. This wasn’t real, he was supposed to be fine, and he promised as much. The reality, however, was staring right at you, taking the form of the damaged man.

Majima noticed the way your gaze became glossy and how your form began to tremble. Guilt latched itself to him. He shouldn’t have come at all, seeing you like this pained him far more than the injuries ever could.

“Hey, hey. Don’t-” He tried to approach you, but found himself hissing in pain as soon as he tried to take a step further inside. It burned all over. He couldn’t recall the last time he had been in this much pain, but what troubled him the most was that he knew he would fail to convince you that he was fine. Deep down even he knew he wasn’t.

Majima’s stumbling seemed to wake you up, as you were quick to grab onto him, helping him stay up. You looked at him worriedly, brows frowning at his brutal wounds, but soon came to the realization that this was no time for you to be crying. Hell, if someone was to cry it should’ve been him. He was barely conscious. You forced yourself to extinguish the tears that threatened to fall out, and promptly began leading him to the bathroom.

You heard him groan next to you, but that was as far as his protests went. He seemed to have swallowed his pride, for the time being at least. 

“What happened?” Your voice was quiet, just barely able to lift your question into the silent air. Truthfully, you did not know if you even wanted to know what had caused him to come home to you practically looking like a corpse, but the question came out regardless. He sighed, more so out of frustration as he recalled the events.

“This ‘n that. Buncha fuckers jumped me, got kicked a few times, one of ‘em had a gun-” You snapped your head towards him at that. “I got no extra holes in me, I promise.” He raised one of his hands defensively. You sighed in relief. A bullet wound would have been significantly more difficult to deal with.

Once you made it to the humble bathroom of your apartment you helped him sit down. Under the light, you could see the extent of his injuries better. The poor man was clearly fatigued, you could see it in the way his body was barely able to stay up. You would have to make this as quick as possible.

You pulled out a single stool from a corner and dragged it in front of him before walking to the door of the bathroom and briefly glancing at him.

“Just a second.” He somehow managed to grin slightly.

“I’ll be here, doll.”

Scoffing a little at his comment, you headed for the kitchen. Somehow, your past self knew you would need ice packs and other supplies one day, maybe for a sprained ankle or wrist, or in this case, the nasty bruises and cuts that laid upon Majima’s body. Your face dawned a grimace just thinking about it. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what had caused them.

Sorrow stuck to you as you thought about it. All of it. What he was doing, how he got into more and more fights as time went on, and how you wouldn’t have the slightest clue about what to do if something happened to him. He was strong, incredibly strong, you had seen it firsthand more than enough times. Yet he tended to be arrogant, too confident in his strength, and now that you had seen the results of what you were most certain was him biting off more than he could chew, you never wanted to witness it again.

After collecting the necessary items, bandages, towels, and whatnot, you stepped back into the dimly lit bathroom. Immediately a smell infiltrated your nose quite fiercely. Smoke. He was still smoking. His head was leaning back as he exhaled the toxic vapor from his mouth. Majima looked surprisingly peaceful, the half-burnt cigarette hanging lazily from his lips, the faint smoke surrounding him disappearing slowly. 

You wondered what was going through his head and how he was able to remain so calm, despite his body being in immense pain no doubt. You frowned. You could only hope your help would ease his discomfort even a little bit. It would be challenging, given the quantity of his wounds, but you knew where to start.

Majima’s half-lidded eye shot open when he felt you snatching the cigarette from between his lips, and he could only watch as you pressed the stub against the sink, killing the flame and some light from his expression. It was understandable, though. You hated this habit of his after all. Still, he let out a noise that could only have been interpreted as a whine of sorts.

“How cruel…” He complained, but you caught the usual jesting tone in his voice. You knew it was merely his way of trying to make the situation seem less alarming. It was somewhat working, as you cracked the tiniest smile at his words.

“You gotta hold this to your head, okay? It should help with the swelling.” You sat down in front of him and gently took his hand and placed the cold ice pack on his palm, helping him guide it to the bruise on his head. His face twisted slightly at the tingling sensation. Your warm hand lingered on top of his for a moment, helping him press the pack to his wound. A treacherous yawn escaped your mouth and Majima was quick to catch it with his eye. His gaze fell.

“Man, ya really shouldn’t be doin’ all this. I was really hoping you’d have dozed off by now.” He sighed heavily, feeling the guilt of being treated by you at an hour like this. If only he had been more careful with the fights he picked. You shouldn’t see him like this.

You ignored his comment and tilted his head up, just enough so you could wipe off the dried-up blood from under his nose with a towel. Majima let out a breath he had apparently been holding at the feeling of your soft hands on his face. The action was familiar for both of you, you had treated some minor wounds like this in the past, except those times, he did not flinch as you cleaned him up. Someone must have truly wanted to kill him. The thought made you frown.

As you continued examining and cleaning his face, Majima couldn’t help but stare at you and note just how concentrated yet exhausted your expression was. It was clear that you had spent a lot of your energy staying up and waiting for him, but you were still selflessly offering your help despite the fact that even a blind man could see that you yearned for comfort in your bed. 

With your brows frowned, you worked your magic, making sure to wipe off every little speck of dirt and blood on that handsome face of his. Some strands of his raven hair had become loose, so with your finger, you gingerly brushed them to their place. You always started with his face, which might not have been the most practical order of doing things, but you just despised seeing his face so… Ruined. It sounded harsh, even to you, but every time he came to you even with only a single bruise on his temple, you wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible.

He had already lost an eye, you wouldn’t stand for any more injuries to his face.

You leaned back just a bit to see the result of your work. You were more than pleased to see Majima’s face mostly rid of the blood and mud that had tarnished it. Your eyes ran over the bigger cuts on his face and you ran your finger over one of them. He flinched and you were quick to apologize. It wasn’t too alarming of a cut, thankfully. Time would heal it eventually.

Something in the corner of your vision caught your attention and you soon found yourself looking at Majima’s upper arm and the crimson stain on his sleeve. Your eyes widened, how had you not noticed it? Majima exhaled deeply, he was hoping you would not pay attention to the massive cut on his bicep, alas, nothing escaped your watchful yet caring eye.

Fueled by worry once more, you unbuttoned his shirt carefully, sliding it off him and making contact with the skin of his shoulders with your hands. The wounds revealed themselves like a snake coming out of hiding, and you felt an uncomfortable prickle in your core once you looked at his stomach that he had been clutching earlier.

“Oh…” Your voice broke, and your shoulders fell. Majima could only look away as the expression on your face hurt him more than the clump of darkened bruises did. You swallowed a sob, trying to keep yourself calm despite the horrible view in front of you.

His midsection was littered with marks left by someone’s fists and heels, the impacts leaving him with bruises that looked so harsh, you truthfully weren’t quite sure if they would ever fade. You clenched your fists, frustration spreading throughout your being as tears threatened to pool in your eyes once again.

“You idiot…” If you hadn’t been so overwhelmed with emotions, you would not have let those words slip so carelessly, but you subconsciously threw them out there, immediately feeling something similar to guilt. Majima merely stifled a chuckle.

“Ouchie.” Your eyes had fallen to your feet, so you could not see the joking smile on his face, but you could hear it in his voice which had thankfully regained some of its volume. You were aware that your insult coated in worry for his well-being would not affect him in the slightest, however hearing it from his mouth relieved some of the tension that had dawned.

With a long sigh, you composed yourself, aiming your attention back at the cut on his upper arm. Even with the slight distance between you two, you could deduce that it was rather deep, though most of the blood had dried up, fortunately. You briefly glanced at the bottle of disinfectant you had brought with you. The fun part was about to commence.

“I have to clean that,” you announced, to which Majima sighed softly. He straightened himself and placed the partially melted ice pack into the sink, satisfied with its assistance. He was already feeling better, even though the work you had done so far wasn’t that excessive. That’s what the next part was for. It was to be expected, the slash on his bicep burned and would no doubt get infected if it was left untreated.

You stood up next to him and poured some of the liquid on a cloth, glancing at him every now and then to make sure he had not drifted off. You assumed he was even more tired than you, so you did your best to make tending to him as fast as possible.

“This’ll probably sting a bit.” Your warning was an obvious one, and Majima was well prepared for it.

“S'alright. Used to it.”

You hummed quietly and pressed the cloth to his wound. There was an immediate, sharp burn and you noticed Majima adjusting his position to cope with the sting while muttering a swear or two. You gave him an apologetic look and continued cleaning his injury, all the while scanning his body for more wounds like this one. There was one on his upper back, right behind his right shoulder. It was a less severe cut, but one that needed to be cleaned nonetheless.

Majima closed his eye, the uncomfortable tingling of the disinfectant slowly fading as he was more focused on the feeling of your tender touch. It brought him comfort, it drowned the pain his body was under. One hand held his arm with utmost carefulness, while the other tried its best to get rid of all the bacteria that had emerged without causing him any more discomfort. He smiled to himself. Perhaps he should get himself injured more often.

Content with the sanitation of his possibly most urgent wound, you carefully stepped behind him while sliding your hand along his shoulder as you moved. Your eyes glued themselves on the beauty that was his tattoo, the intricate design always fascinated you, and you often lost yourself in it. You worried that the ink had gotten damaged in the fierce struggle, but the cuts looked shallow enough, much to your relief.

As you held your hand on his bare shoulders, the tense feeling of his muscles made you frown. He never seemed quite relaxed enough.

“You need to go get yourself a massage one of these days.” You pressed your knuckles into his flesh for a few seconds before preparing to clean his wounds once more. He huffed at your comment, letting out a short chuckle.

“Why’d I go anywhere when you’re right here?”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, pressing the damp cloth against his skin.

“You know my hands aren’t strong enough to turn bricks into dust.” Majima turned to glance at you at that, unusual warmth in his brown eye.

“Well, they’re the only ones I want touchin’ me.”

Something shifted in your chest at his words, stopping your process for a moment. He rarely spoke so earnestly from his heart, it caught you off guard. Though his words alone weren’t the most unusual, they still came out in the way you were familiar with, however, the way he said them was different. You don’t think you had ever heard his voice be so soft. It reminded you how vulnerable he must have felt.  

Majima noted how the movement of your hand slowed down ever so slightly, the pains in his body seemingly fading away at your touch. He was sure they weren’t completely gone, but his mind that had calmed down significantly whilst you were with him no longer detected them. His eyelid was getting heavier, and you saw it.

“Hang in there for just a little more, okay love?” Keeping your hand on his shoulder, you moved to his side, kneeling next to him. Majima glanced at you and flashed you a small grin, you couldn’t help but mirror it.

You were almost done. The only thing left to do was to wrap some bandages around his arm, just in case the cut decided to put up a fight later on. Your eyes drifted to the vile bruises on his stomach and they soon filled with condolence. As they were, you could not do much to them. Not at this hour anyway. You had not predicted him having such marks on him, so you didn’t bring anything that could treat them, nor were you sure your apartment even had anything. You sighed quietly. You would have to make a trip to the pharmacy later.

Holding onto his arm once more, you lifted it up ever so slightly so you could wrap it up easier. You were certain that mere bandages probably weren’t enough, but unfortunately, you had no experience in stitching, whether it was fabric or skin. You made a mental note to yourself to ask him to go see a proper doctor in the following days.

Majima watched as his wound disappeared under the soft bandages and observed how your skillful hands worked. He was grateful, so incredibly grateful. You treated him so well, yet he couldn’t help but wonder if it was truly deserved. Time and time again, he came to you wounded, and every time he felt shame. The very first thought that entered his mind every time a violent fight was done was how you’d react to the sight of him upon his return. He hated that he knew exactly how your face would twist into a worried frown.

But in spite of that, you always helped him.

He was more than convinced that tonight, you couldn’t take it anymore. The nature of his injuries was far too ferocious, and if he were honest with himself, he was not sure how he was still standing. This would be crossing the invisible line you had hidden in your mind, he had thought. Too overwhelmed with concern, you would not be able to deal with it anymore. He knew you worried, perhaps too much, and when he fueled that emotion with his unintentional carelessness, it pained him. It almost felt like a betrayal.

Apparently, that was not how it was for you. Because although you did hurt to see him like this so many times, you pushed the feeling aside in order to take care of him. Weeping would not help anyone, let alone him, so you quelled your tears. 

You let out a breath that you did not even realize you were holding as you finished your work. Running a finger over the freshly wrapped bandage you made sure it would stay on for the night. It was snug, but not too tight. You smiled in satisfaction and returned to your seat in front of the man you loved.

“There.” You placed your hands on his cheeks and carefully lifted his heavy head that had slowly been drifting down. “Almost back to normal.” You allowed yourself to let out a small laugh to which the corner of his mouth thankfully lifted upwards. He looked beyond exhausted, ready to drift off at any moment.

Majima then placed one of his hands on your wrist, holding onto it carefully. His hand was cold, quite the contrast to your warm one, but it still warmed your heart. Your eyes drifted to his darkened knuckles, and the dried specks of blood made you frown. Lifting yourself up slightly, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his forehead, right on top of a bruise that was on the smaller side. You could practically feel how his taut body abandoned all the tension and it brought you some joy, as it at least told you that he was presumably feeling less horrible and that your help had done its job to at least some degree.

You retreated from him, but held onto one of his hands, slowly running your thumb over his battered knuckles. The silence between you had turned into a tranquil one, rid of any possible tension that might have been there earlier. You were glad he was alright.

Majima looked at you, losing himself in the soft look in your eyes. Your gaze, framed with comforting warmth, dug itself into his most vulnerable places, spreading that warmth throughout his being. He hardly felt cold anymore. He could barely stay awake, and he wanted nothing more than to let his weary head fall and drift off to sleep.

“Do you need anything to ea-”

Before you had time to finish your careful question, Majima leaned forward, so suddenly you had close to no time to react. You caught him, and he rested his poor head on your shoulder, loosely wrapping his arms around you. He was so relaxed, you could feel his weight on your arms as you held onto him. Worry stuck to you until you heard him yawn softly.

“M'tired…”

His voice was but a whisper, so distant and faint, you could barely hear it despite him being practically glued to you. Your hand instinctively traveled to the back of his head, sliding his hair tie off and letting his raven locks cascade down his bare back. You hugged him, perhaps too securely. It had been far too long since you had embraced each other so, and though his condition was far from ideal, you were happy he still found the energy to hold you. It had been a selfish wish in the back of your head, one you did not think would be fulfilled tonight, yet here you were.

You were grateful, but so was he, incredibly so. Majima could not help but think just how lucky he was. He did not how it had happened, but somehow he had been blessed with an angel taking the form of the person he clung to at this moment. 

Finally, the tears you had been holding back fell down your cheeks. But you smiled. Gone were the feelings of frustration and worry, you had blocked those off for just a moment. Right now, you wanted to enjoy the embrace you had been missing.

With your hand on his head, you closed your eyes, letting out all negativity that had plagued you in a single breath. Tonight, you would sleep well.

And so would he.

~

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[just-a-floofy-catt]

I took a bit of a break from posting cus im tired as balls atm lmao

But i wanted to atleast chuck something out today so heres the ref/original idea sheet of Avery, my fnaf sb self-insert/oc from a while ago :)

(Ive already kinda shown this b4 but now it just looks nicer)

(And has all the writing stuff below the pic in this post)

Also here's some bonus info on him and his role and all :)

• Hes a trans dude (he/they pronouns) that "is built like a twink and dresses like a femboy" (silly quote from my friend lmao😭), and has an extremely ambiguous voice - British accent btw (grew up in the UK, he moved over to his current residence and lives w a roommate who was his online friend).

• Hes can occasionally be a lil bit of a freak behind the scenes XD. Has indulged in alot of fanfiction, draws some questionable stuff for money and also generally can have pretty crude and vulgar humor sometimes lmao.

• Hes pretty creative with a long ass list of hobbies. Loves fashion and costumes, is an artist, avid sewer and just generally loves making things with his hands in his spare time (100% brings his crochet to work XD)

• Has almost crippling anxiety about literally almost everything.

• Hes very polite and tolerates alot of bullshit to avoid conflict, but inside he is 100% raging with the heat of 1000 suns despite the fact hes outwardly shaking enough to be practically vibrating. He will definitely talk shit about the situation to himself in great, excruciating, dramatic detail with alot of angry cursing later and then probably cry about it.

• The boi is a little try-hard that will do their job above minimum effort in order to get praise, or out of fear for getting in trouble.

• Hes typically empathetic to a fault and a straight up (un)qualified therapist.

• Oh, also, hes a raging insomniac.

- First got the job because art commissions were a little slow and, hey, a more reliable source of money at the time wouldnt hurt.

- He was always kinda curious about the place because the scary stories about it were fun to pick apart and he loved the designs of all the animatronics (pft furry).

- He showed up to the interview scared shitless but they hired him almost on the spot, much to his confusion, as he was probably less than entirely qualified for this sort of job.

- From his very first day, he showed up pushing the dress code XD. But, he was indeed wearing the uniform, so he was technically following the rules(THEY COULDNT DO SHIT TO HIM 🥰) (well they could) (but the understaffing issue was more prioritised).

- His coworkers genuinely have no fucking clue how he manages to give enough of a shit to put that much stuff on every morning. The fits are always very over the top, considering all he had to do was put the damn uniform on, but alas, he usually showed up in head to toe accessories and such. It's honestly the best way he can make himself go into work. If he's gonna work a kinda shitty job that doesn't fit his schedule that well and have to do it on barely any sleep, THEN FUCK YEAH HES GONNA DO IT WHILE LOOKIN GOOD. Thats his philosophy on it, atleast XD.

- At first while he settles into the job hes just given shifts in general areas, working joint shifts with more trained security guards or maintenance people or animatronic handlers (those were his favourites. He always got excited like a little kid when getting to see any of the animatronics) to get him used to the place.

Fazbear ent. Was clearly desperate for employees as they were almost always understaffed, but it seemed that they weren't willing to give many employees a strict job role. Rather, expecting them to be a jack of all trades as to try and fix that little issue.

This also happened to apply to Avery, explaining why he was given such oddly scattered and different jobs to settle him in.

- Even as he did start becoming independent, this didnt much change.

One night he could be watching security cameras in the office, the next he could be counting stock at a gift shop, the next he could be helping out with minor maintenance tasks on the robots (despite his ZERO FUCKING KNOWLEDGE ON THEM. Great job there Faz.Ent. Oh well. As time went on he did get atleast a little accustomed to it and managed not to electrically fry his no-robotics-degree-having ass. And he also gained a bestie in the Parts and Services Department, so that was pretty helpful too).

Shit was pretty damn good.

- Thats when they 'suddenly' decide that daycare security is necessary. Something about parents becoming increasingly weary of the odd 'Daycare Attendant' animatronic.

With Avery being their newest hire and most likely to agree to take the position, he immediately gets targeted.

- Now, Avery isnt fond of kids.

Theyre annoying little shits.

So the second he hears 'daycare' hes like "fuck no".

Not to mention that his uh... 'look' (that management had still protested until eventually giving up) would probably set off some entitled mothers or something, and he'd rather not have parents screaming in his face about it.

- Alas, hes eventually convinced into it, under the condition that he gets to stay behind the security desk and not be bothered at all.

- Theyve had security there before, after a few... incidents... but it seemed like they were putting him on a more long term intended job.

- Turns out, from what he can gather from coworkers, a few people have been assigned to the daycare in the past for multiple different roles, but noone really enjoyed it and everyone avoided the place as much as possible. Sun just generally freaked everyone out with that weird... desperation he always had (which was definitely a part of what the parents had also been complaining about) and Moon just scared them all shitless, with the night security guards always looking over their shoulder in hopes of not crossing patrol with him. Noone really downright hated them, some even felt sympathy, but most were just too unsettled to interact with them.

- Avery, being a bit of a pussy, is even further put off from the job by these sentiments.

However, he perseveres and dresses his best to try and convince himself that itd be fine (aka, that if he died atleast hed die pretty).

- The daycare actually had its own themed uniform alongside the plain guard uniform, as did alot of other places in the pizzaplex. However, since the employees were given a choice, basically everyone chose to not don the more whimsical fits, and instead just use their badge to show the specific job or branch they were supposed to be legally assigned to.

- Avery, on the other hand, fucking lived for that shit. XD

Styled it like a girlboss and walked into work at exactly 6.30am, 30 minutes before the daycare opened, prepared to look perfectly the part for his job.

- When he walked into the daycare (he avoided the slide... hm.. maybe if he ever has a night shift here....) and the lights were already on and bright enough to blind a bitch.

Oh well, their electric bill, not his problem.

- He immediately settled behind the desk, planning to keep his ass planted there for the next few hours with one earbud in, hidden under his hair, as he would halfheartedly watch the kids.

But...

Something felt off.

Really fucking weird.

He was definitely being *watched*.

Observed.

Ugh, creepy.

He ignored it, blaming it on lack of sleep.

And thats about as far as i got plan wise for his lil plotline XD

Yippee

[autistic-evil-xisuma]

1, 7, 12 for the hater ask game? 👀

1. the character everyone gets wrong

XISUMA. GOD DAMN. Ohhhhh everyone wants a stoic leader who oversees everything for their god damn fics so they just write him in like that without any understanding of him as a person or just. How hermitcraft works in general. screaming from the rooftops XISUMA ISN'T IN CHARGE OF SHIT!! the hermits make decisions collectively! Xisuma is often an organizer, and the main (but not the only!!) admin, but that doesn't make him The One In Charge .. ugh. Begging people to let Xisuma be goofy and silly and oblivious. Do not be tricked into thinking this guy has a clue what's happening at any time. He makes his tea in the oven using his bare hands.

it is however canon that xisuma is the one with the body bag! 💕

[ID: minecraft chat messages.

Xisuma: did someone say dead body?

Xisuma: do i need to get the bag again?

Xisuma: Tango

/End ID]

but no one wants to write about that, huh 🙄 /j

idk it's just really irritating the xisuma Ao3 tag being full of fics where he's just a flat side character for plot purposes. pls either give him some real personality or don't tag him when he's not a major character. you know :(

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

i have been wracking my brain for an answer on this but i honestly can't really think of one in any of my current interests. ive gotten really really good at the talent of keeping my mental version of characters firmly separate from fandom versions that i hate lmao

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

ok i feel like "unpopular" might have been meant as in disliked? here but I'm interpreting it My Own Way.

and THE DREAMER.!! yeah i Know we have like 2 scraps of information about them but they're just. ouuu so interesting to me. I just want to see more theories headcanons etc about who they are, what they are, where they came from, what are their motivations in aiding this soggy miserable excuse for an evil clone in their psychological war against dionysus's evil minion!! i have my own (not at all canon based) little thoughts about them, but. They're just someone I want to see more people go crazy about. As it is i can think of... 2 people who have posted anything about them, ever..yeag.

(im talking about th3pooka animations btw casper. sorry 💛)

ask game

[isa-ghost]

Thinking abt how like an entire decade before QSMP, Latin Americans and their culture were already so present in my life and I never really properly thought abt that, or how much I genuinely love and enjoy it.

It fills me with so much nostalgia and I love seeing and hearing about certain Latam things that I already know because I'm already familiar with them from the past.

My closest childhood friends were a massive Puerto Rican family, their mom treated my sister and I like her own. We were taken with on outings, given clothes and meals, spent nearly every day all day hanging out with them either at their place or around my neighborhood.

I was the oldest of the group and would sometimes help look after or play with the toddler of the family, who absolutely fucking adored me. I remember just naturally picking up on (or perhaps autistically echoing) some of their Spanish slang, like "chancla" or "sala," and their mom absolutely thrilled to hear this White preteen just casually using it (and saying it correctly!) I told the toddler to find her chanclas and their mom overheard me and lit up like a Christmas tree about it.

I never bat an eye at how they lived, even if things were dirty or broken or whatever. To my 11+ year old ass, they were just poor like my family. The economy sucks, there are more important things to prioritize besides cleaning and sometimes you just can't afford to fix stuff that's broken. Shrug, it happens. That, and I already had a vague clue at that point that struggling poc families were often given even less help than struggling White families. I just wasn't online enough at that point to hear stories from poc about just how bad the disparities are. But still, even at that age, with barely any clue about the real extent of it, I still never thought about how they lived like a xenophobic asshole would. I just kinda accepted That's How It Be Sometimes and rolled with it. I remember even helping them clean the house sometimes. My sister and I were basically honorary family, so why not?

As I got more self-aware, I'd find it so funny that since I spent so much time with them, I'd catch myself (this time definitely autistically) code switching and talking like them until I went home and eventually went back to speaking like,, idk, an average White Midwesterner I guess?? Sometimes I even catch it happening present day when I hang out for a long time with my irl Mexican friends.

One of my mom's best friends online (who we got to meet in person) was also Latina, and she taught us other misc Spanish words and funny stories about them. To this day my mom, sister & I will yell "AFUERA!" at each other and start giggling. It's especially sweet, because that friend ended up passing away, so now it's kind of said in memory of her. She and one of my mom's other Latina friends taught me baby's first Latin Folklore, which hilariously was La Llorona; it freaked my sister out.

In hindsight, I really deeply appreciate getting to experience and learn about it all firsthand before seeing stuff online. I've realized now that it's given me just a pinch more of an advantage spotting harmful stereotypes and microaggressions (damn, it's almost like if you take the time to learn, you won't be such a shithead /s). Not to mention I knew to ignore any garbage said by racists I encountered irl. I'm not the best at wording things sometimes, so I generally let actual Latin people call out bs like that (that and White Saviorism is cringe), but I always try to be good about boosting what they say and backing them up.

And coming into QSMP last year with all that knowledge through experience (and seeing some posts on here from Latino people abt dif things), it made things so much more fun. I'd hear things I was familiar with and get so excited, which sometimes felt so dumb and silly bc I'm sure from a Latino's POV I was just some random ass gringa getting hyped over the most mundane shit.

But it still made QSMP more fun, and I loved getting to learn even more Latin culture through it, because I've long since fallen out of touch with the family I was friends with, and even so, what I was learning from them was specifically Puerto Rican, Latin USAmerican based. There are so many other places in Latin America I never got to learn about until QSMP. Like holy shit, Brazil is so fucking cool and I want to go there some day so bad.

It's been so fucking cool to learn things from other parts of Latin America, especially from people that actually live in the countries, not just USAmerican Latinos.

Idk, I just found myself reflecting on everything for a moment and I'm realizing just how much I appreciate what I've gotten to learn and experience. Latin Americans and their culture are so fucking cool.

[canadianlucifer]

1, 4, 6 and 14 for takizawa!

Tysm for this, this entire reply is going to pretty much just be Takizawa because he is my poor little meow meow!

1. (Hands you a free card to ramble about whatever for your favorite character/ship)

Toss up between hidekane and seiakimon but I’m gonna go with seiakimon bc there are So Many Thoughts with these three. Akira and her two ghoul boyfriends

Obviously Takizawa need So Much Therapy before any romance stuff can happen so we’re gonna assume he’s been getting the help he needs for this (and so have Akira and Amon honestly, they’re not completely insane but they’ve got problems too).

SEIAKIMON COULD HAVE BEEN SO SO GOOD.

Taki was the only one who truly saw Akira as Akira. People in the academy chalked up her success to the fact that both her parents were investigators and didn’t acknowledge the work she herself put in. Everyone saw her as a product of her parents except Takizawa. He competed with her, not her parents and that’s why Akira liked him. He saw her as a bitch because he was jealous of her natural talent and how she often got more opportunities than him in the CCG, she got to go on missions while he was stuck in the office even though they were equally talented. And don’t even get me started on them only ever seeing each other from the side and the first time they truly look straight at each other is when Akira throws away her life career to protect Taki and lays her heart bare to him, telling him about how she tried to live up to everyone’s expectations but failed and how she never stopped thinking about him, wondering if she had just stopped him at the Owl Execution Operation. That shit hurted.

Of course we’ve also got the canon Akira and Amon, they work alright but need some more development. I really think Ishida has no clue how to write romance, every single one just comes out of left field, most prominently Yoriko and Takeomi. “Hey, haven’t seen you in a long time, nice to see you again. Anyway, you make good bread, wanna get married?” ????????

And with the right development, Amon and Taki would work well too. Amon’s closeted bi ass learning that it’s okay to be queer (thanks Donato for instilling religious trauma into this himbo /s).

In conclusion: Akira has two hands.

4. What character do you (the asker) remind me of?

I don’t really know why but Mutsuki kinda! No idea what my brain is doing at any moment in time

6. What’s your favorite piece of TG fan content you’ve made?

Hmm, I haven’t made much recently do NOT ask about my 2015 era art lmfao but I’d have to say this meme, it just fits the dude so well lmao

He's a little silly.

14. Song you associate with (character/ship)

Oh dear here we go.

So Mother Mother makes some AMAZING songs and I could write an essay on how every song in Oh My <3 fits him, but besides that, I think Control by Halsey fits Takizawa quite well!

“They send me away to find them a fortune” getting sent to fight and kill the Owl

“I sat alone, in bed till the morning I'm crying, "They're coming for me"” being scared outta his wits and writing “I DON’T WANT TO DIE” on his will

“I paced around for hours on empty I jumped at the slightest of sounds” post Kano trauma

“I'm well acquainted with villains that live in my head” listening and giving into his ghoul side

“And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me" I can't help this awful energy God damn right, you should be scared of me Who is in control?” Taking control over his own life and becoming a terrifying monster of a ghoul and killing Tatara while his former coworkers watch on in fear.

Gasoline works really well too!

[morganwrites12672]

Can I request something for romantic relationship with Nancy wheeler? Maybe something involving her being protective of you

OFC! you have no idea how much I have been wanting a Nancy request!

Nancy Wheeler Reader

Nancy wouldn't admit it, but you were the only reason she was driving to the mall. It was a day off from that hell, the Hawkins Post.

She hated you being basically alone at work. Steve was there but he wasn't going to be counted. And you had talked about some girl named Robin, and Nancy definitely didn't get at least a little jealous.

But, there was no way Robin wouldn't be all over Steve Harrington. Right?

Nancy pulls into the mall parking lot and notices how busy Starcourt is. But, it was a Saturday. She should of thought about that. A Saturday in the middle of summer vacation.

Nancy shoves aside all of her worries and goes inside. You would be fine. El had closed the gate, for good. The Upside Down would stay closed.

She didn't have to worry about you getting sucked into some other worlds portal. Or getting killed by some mutant thing that Dustin once tried to keep as a pet.

She walks through for a minute before finally seeing Scoops Ahoy. She sees you and Robin slinging ice cream. She hears pieces of a conversation.

"We should take his special ice cream scoop,"

"He will kill you,"

"He owes me,"

"Why does he owe you?"

" He's Steve Harrington, what doesn't he owe me,"

Nancy walks up and you smile, "Hey Nance! STEVIE," You say hi to your girlfriend and then yell for Steve to cover you.

"What?" Steve asks coming out of the back annoyed. You point to Nancy and flip him the bird before leaving. Steve just groans and takes out his stupid ice cream scoop.

"Do you still flip him off everytime you can?" Nancy asks with a chuckle as you both walk through the mall. You notice her constantly checking behind you.

"He deserves it, and I will continue to flip him off until the day I die. I'm protecting your honor," you say and press a kiss to her cheek.

"My honor?" Nancy let's out a small chuckle, "The same way you protected my honor by punching him?"

"You have no proof that was me," you reply and wink. "Steve fucked up, but he has," you let out a fake gag, "reformed. I have worked with him for a month, he's a decent guy, now."

Nancy laughs, "Okay did you just forgive Steve?" She was shocked. After Steve broke your then best friends heart, you had wanted to kill him. But it was for the best, it did lead to Nancy falling in love with you, you were already in love, and had been for a few years.

"Tell him, and no kisses for a while hour," you say and point a stern finger at her. You notice Nancy keeps looking behind you.

"What's behind me?" You ask and glance behind you as you both walk through the busy mall. You didn't have a damn clue.

"No, I'm being silly," she says and brushes it off, "You look good," she says with a small laugh. You groan, these stupid uniforms.

"No, it's not silly if it bothers you," you say and grip her hand a little tighter. She would be fine, you weren't going to let anything happen to her.

"It's going to sound stupid," she says, "I'm worried about something happening to you," she says and kisses your cheek, trying to take the blow out of her words .

"I'm going to be fine, I have Mr. Nail-bat to protect me," you say with a laugh and Nancy groans.

You wind up letting Nancy stay in the backroom to keep an eye on you. Robin likes Nancy, and Steve is slightly bitter.

Nancy had to know you would be okay, and you were. For now.

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[blue-rphub]

this might be a bit of a silly question but why exactly are most of your RP blogs specifically non selective..?

Why you gotta send me this damn ask when i'm about to sleep bruh..... ok here goes

so selectivity to me means like. who im interested in writing with. & yea that sounds like an obvious answer but let me explain

my most active muses are almost always gonna be entirely non-selective. if my muse is SUPER active for a certain character i do not give a flying fuck who i write them with for the most part bcuz i want to write them as much as possible

THAT IS NOT TO SAY I DON'T HAVE STANDARDS FOR WRITING. my favourite kinds of RP is para - multi-para etc with lots of character development and stuff. it's not a quantity over quality thing; i still WANT to have long, valuable threads, but i will be writing this character A LOT so you're just gonna see all kinds shit coming out of their blog.

non-selective just kinda means "anything goes" for me, & i feel that also might take some pressure off of people who feel shy about reaching out too bcuz I Am Branded. For Everyone. Blue's Clues Muse's Are For Everyone.

semi- & selective to me just means "I'm more interested in a very specific kind of RP thing & if you don't meet those standards we probably won't interact". some people still misconstrue these 2 things as people being arseholes & only wanting to interact with their """clique""" and I'm like. No they probably just want a specific kind of interaction with specific muses, written a specific way; if 3 of their mutuals can sort them out with that, they probably won't be looking for many more partners. like idk what to tell those kinds of people

i will say as some of my muses come & go my selectivity status may change. Like if I've already gotten a solid thing going on with a few peeps i may switch one or two of them up to semi-/selective but rn i just returned to the RPC like what 4 days ago & i still feel like i haven't quite found my footing amongst people YET ? like im. Just gonna stay non-selective bcuz i wanna see what people bring to ye olde writing table yk what I'm saying

Anyway this was a long rambly post . basically im non-selective bcuz i wanna write my fuckin bastards A LOT right now and im not looking for specific kinds of interactions. but this may change in future. that's the tldr.

[unhingedhearties]

Damn, I used up all my atomic bomb references.

A few days ago When Calls The Heart actress Erin Krakow posted another Behind The Scenes photo from Season 10, the season that just aired a few months ago. For context, there's a scene where her character Elizabeth gets a box with the wedding dress she ordered (for her wedding that never ended up happening). It turns out to not only be the wrong dress, but very ugly. Elizabeth puts it on and laughs are had. Erin posted a series of photos of her and co-star Pascale Hutton being silly while Erin's still in the ugly dress.

You can all guess what happened next. First, some of the reactions from Twitter:

"If the show had gone the way I wanted it to go, these photos would be fine. But I didn't get what I wanted, so these photos of you two having fun that other people are enjoying are tone-deaf."

You might remember foxyinspiration. They're the person who is constantly insulting Erin on her Instagram about how awful she is and keeps emphasizing that she's a female producer for some reason.

There's nothing I can add that'll make this funnier than it already is. A grown-ass woman of voting age wrote this. Back to the responses on Instagram:

Deidre Behar, the producer/host for Entertainment Tonight comments and Erin responds. Repeat offender and stalker amintmimi takes the opportunity to make an ass of herself and will continue to do so multiple times.

Pascale Hutton also shows up and with her a chance for amintmini to show her ass again. The word "disrespectful" shows up, so take a drink. The senior citizen who spends all her time spamming every post Erin makes looking for evidence of targeted attack against her and other Lucas fans calls her and Pascale "immature teenagers" for this series of photos of them smiling in a field. Her personality is so bitter and miserable that the sight of others being happy causes her to froth from her toothless mouth.

"IT'S MORE THAN A SHOW"

People are finally starting to try and slap some reality into these unhinged Heartie's heads. Amintermimi the Ragepig is aghast at the "rude" responses, clearly believing she's done nothing to warrant it. She, like many other smooth-brained Team Lucas fans keeps mentioning that Team Nathan fans sent him death threats. I've yet to find any. If someone has proof of this, please share it.

"Look, it's cute that you two are having fun, but have you considered my feelings and how all these photos are hurting me? I could unfollow, but what will I do to fill the void of my empty life? Work on being a person that enriches the lives of those around me? No, it's too late for that. I'd rather suck out the happiness of everyone near me."

Best response.

"why do you keep showing this dress"

This is literally the first time she's posted a photo of it.

"Are you trying to leave some kind of clue for season 11?"

OH SHIT THEY FIGURED IT OUT! Get out your decoder rings and put on your 3-D glasses 'cause we're going to bust this thing wide open.

Erin and Pascale are both standing beside each other making the shape of two 1's OR . . . AN 11. LIKE SEASON 11! Erin is standing to Pascale's left. JUST LIKE A BRIDE AT THE ALTER! Pascale can be seen in one of the photos holding Erin's hand like she's proposing. Look at what color she's wearing. RED! You know who else wears red? NATHAN! In the distance we can see the sun setting. This represents the sun setting on Elizabeth and Lucas's relationship as it comes to an end. And what is Erin doing in all these photos as the sun sets? SMILING! She's smiling at the thought of Lucabeth fans spiraling into morbid depression. But the most damning evidence of all?

Enhance.

Mother of God…

There's some sort of giant bench monument in the background. It's hard to make out, but if you invert the colors…

That's clearly Lindsay Sturman and Brian Bird's handwriting. We caught them both dead to rights.

Erin's mocking the wedding. I told you guys the signs are everywhere! Thankfully more people are calling out these dumb reactions, but of course the worn out argument of Lucabeth fans shows up. Team Nathan fans acted the same way and it was reprehensible, but when Team Lucas fans do it it's simultaneously okay, but also they're not doing it because the situation is not the same. Any time a Team Nathan fans points out "now you know how we felt" they do a bunch of back flips to explain how this is a totally different scenario.

RAGEPIG! SooREEEEEEEE!

A compilation of the feral hog's comments and responses. It's just the same words over and over because they have no real argument.

Sweetie, you can give the dictionary definition on the word "invest" until you're blue in your pseudo-intellectual face. The point is no one should be "investing" their lives into a TV show. Go develop a real personality instead of "blob that parks her fat ass on the couch every time the TV turns on."

Oh look! A Lucabeth fan saying that it should have been Nathan and Faith together instead of him and Mei. I'm sure all those Lucabeth fans that are good, socially conscience allies will come in and point out how racist that kind of thinking is.

If by "fans" you just mean your dumb little clique of mentally stunted women-children I could see where you're coming from, but there's actually tons of fans out there who aren't triggered by a photo of two women smiling. Look! You can even see them posting on this very photo! Amazing :D

(And the whole point was that the dress she's wearing wasn't the wedding dress. Try to pay attention to the TV show you're obsessing over).

It's all well and good that the people who work on this show have fun and share it with their fans, but they need to take into consideration that fans that are literally dying of heartbreak. Please be more sensitive about what you post and avoid the photos that can cause irreparable harm.

Which is all of them.

Every photo you post will set them off.

There's literally nothing you could share online that won't make them screech at their monitors.

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You all remember that time Brain Bird and Lindsay Sturman came on TV and Men In Black style took away everyone's memories of Lucas and Elizabeth's special moments? No, me neither. Which is proof that it happened!

But if they go away, who are you going to harass all day instead of spending time with your family (assuming they still want anything to do with you)?

"I can't wait till you have to tell LJ why his father is dead… oh LJ it's because of Nathan the man I love"

I have AMAZING news. LJ is never going to learn how his father died because LJ isn't real, his father isn't dead, the fictional character Nathan didn't kill him, nor did the flesh and blood actor Kevin McGarry and Erin isn't actually his mother. This works out for everyone!

[sleepynegress]

Uh… Chris Rock has ALSO experienced abuse first hand when he was young. Why does only Will’s matter?

Nonny, if you read my post then you know abuse matters regardless. Since I literally said the slap was wrong. A lot of us have experienced it. I hope all who have been through it find space to heal from it. Chris Rock's abuse may have influenced his empowering yt peers to use the n-word and why he's used black girls and women as fodder for his humor so many times...But it's no excuse for it. Since he continued to do it. Again. The difference is one person has held it together for 30+ years, even going above and beyond in a his rap career to be clean w/ the pressure to be a role model for black men and boys (if you're black nonny then you know that pressure of being rep for your entire race in a public space). Quiet as it's kept, Smith went farther in some spaces than SLJ, Denzel, and Poitier, regardless of how you feel about his acting talent. He broke the black male lead (and black female lead partner) summer blockbuster barrier with Indepedence Day. That is HUGE.

Thanks to his discipline in the public eye, his family is prvileged, wealthy, and have alternative ways. I remember the protection of their kids, allowing black kids to reap the benefit of those privileges, but never seeing them do anything cruel, be exploited, or be trifiling to their peers. Jaden, starred in some movies, wore dresses, philosophized, made music and an anime and started a non-profit to get water to people in need.... SO MUCH better than other nepotism kids in Hollywood. Willow made a cute song empowering black girls and women to be silly with their hair at 8. Dressed and singing appropriate lyrics AGAIN never did anything cruel, harmed no no one, came out as queer, and continues to make music. They raised free, joyful black children, in the public eye, who get to be weirdos, travel, think and live outside the box publically... And again, if you're not black and of a certain age, you haven't a clue what an accomplishment that is and how much of a precedent the Smiths set w/ that... And all this in spite of folks, white and black constantly talking shit about that family. That family has been awesome in so many ways like Will and Jada's relationship with his ex-wife and son. Jason and Lenny are a meme now, but the Smiths started that. Meanwhile, taking tally of Rock's years of comedy and the ways he's given space and permission to yts to use the n-word and laugh at black women (stealing a doc from a black woman) and even his own response that he wouldn't talk about Jada anymore... immediately after Will's tacky and illtimed slap... Chris didn't press charges. Hopefully both he and Will are getting therapy. ...But I'mma be real. SO MANY worse things than a damn slap between men w/ the resources and wherewithal to manage it, have gone on with your faves in Hollywood and those folks were allowed their careers and celebrated w/o a quarter of the accomplishment, pressure, and alt-decency the Smiths have managed to express through the years. The only reasons this is as huge as it is because it's Will (known for those 30 years), it happened at the Academy Awards (and I've explained why their moral posturing is laughable) and because (and you know this to be true) is an easier public discourse than all the heavier things that are going on that have definitely been a psychological burden on the masses. It feels solvable and judgable, unlike a pandemic, evil folks on the right who keep getting away w/ evil shit, and knowing a meglomaniac is bombing innocent people because Cold War nostalgia and ego, for a just a few examples. That said, while I'm here...the B.S. with Zoe Kravitz right now, is just a disgusting public pile-on mob. So the fuck what she thinks differently about the slap. So the fuck what she's ALWAYS been a hippie biracial woman. People are using this now as an excuse to air out their long-held jealousy for her privileges. It's a slap. We're allowed various opinions on it. We're allowed that. You're allowed that too nonny. Social media really gets the scale of things wrong sometimes. The B.S. about Zoe being a pedo (which seriously that trend needs to STOP). The Q's and so-called progressives need to stop that mess, the baseless accusations are gross, gross, gross and only done, because people aren't willing to deal with the actual heaviness of the crime, its a convienient untouchable accusation to throw at folk, and worse; ONLY makes it easier for the real crimes to go under the radar w/ the all the damn wolf cries. Anyway, all that to say... I hope all parties grow and heal from this pretty minor incident in the grand scale of things and likely major long-held personal ones that lead to it.