#play isn't childish it is human <3

[uncanny-tranny]

The funniest thing about adulthood is learning that playing never stopped at childhood. Adults play, but they couch it in so many words, unless it is sports or video games, which are apparently appropriate things to accurately call "play."

Play is important, and I hope young people know that they won't be giving up the safety and fun of play in order to become Stuffy Adults. Don't fear growing up because everybody tells you how miserable you will be. You will be the same as you were, just in a bigger body.

[rzyraffek]

Heyyy you probs already know who this is but could u pls do slashers reacting to their s/o (who is an age regressor) asking them to be their caregiver :3!!

Ty ur amazing🙏🙏🙏 - ur Agere follower 💗🙏

BRO IM SO SORRY FOR LONG WAIT😭 school gives me no free time! Anyways here's your request!

(Caregivers are basically people who take care of age regressing person (in this context) )

Info: they/them, sfw, Request open

Slashers being s/o's caregivers

Jason Voorhees

Dude already acts like you're a baby, so he wouldn't mind doing it more often

When s/o asked him about being their caregiver dude kinda didn't expect that? You trust him to take care of you? THE Jason Voorhees?? Yay💖

He enjoys taking care of s/o whether they are age regressing or no

He doesnt even need to know what is age regression and how it works. Jason just vibes

Will absolutely spoil them btw

9/10 sweet guy

Micheal Myers

👍

Dude doesn't care

He is a bully and probably thinks that "You are already acting like a crybaby🥱 so whats the diffrence"

Tbh he always vibed more with kids than adults cuz they often judge him for all the 'killing innocent people' ugh. So he doest really mind s/o age regressing

The cons are that he is acting like old grandad who has no clue how to child

The pros are that he will throw hands if somone is rude (tbh they dont even need to be rude towards s/o they just have to look at them for too long)

He sometimes doodles with s/o! You guys have similar artystyles😭

4/10 evil

Brahms Heelshire

Funfact! I refuse to belive that name Brahms fucking exists, tf is that name, it doesn't sound like an acuall name but some made up shit

Dude is kinda worried that he will do something dumb while s/o is regressing. Like what if he sets kitchen on fire or something😭

Makes all schedule for little s/o😊 when there's nap time, when to eat, ect. Cuz he would get so lost without the plan

Picks s/o up like sack of potatos

6/10 pookie tried

Billy Lenz

👁👁

BRO GETS MORE ALONG WITH S/O WHILE THEY ARE REGRESSING HELP😭😭😭

Dude is simple minded, and childish and

Yeah he sucks at taking care of s/o, like how could he know that little humans need to be taken care off???? Like??? Why would he give them food? Dude bearly knows how to boil water

Exept all 'taking care of s/o' thingy he is a good at keeping company! He shares snacks and watches cartoons with s/o!

Sometimes he likes to pretend that he's a rat and he bites their legs during nap/sleep time (he doenst care if they are regressing or nah he just does that)

2/10 will hiss

Vincent Sinclair

Has siblings, hes knows how to child

Makes nice food and will spoon feed s/o if necessary

Very good at reading emotions so if s/o isn't very talkative... dude knows what's up

Infodumps them about pokemon games and lets s/o play on his old Nintendo DS

10/10 knows how to child

Bo Sinclair

Definitely dad vibes

Picks you up and goes 'ew a child' and after few days hes like 'if something happens to them I'm going to kill everyone in this room then myself'

Tbh he kinda lets himself be silly around little s/o cuz they won't judge or tease him for it

Dude absolutely picks them up and play-fights alot btw

6/10 b(r)o

All x reader tags are purley to reach bigger audience!! I used 's/o' cuz thats what anon wanted🥱

[sugawhaaa]

Bath time!

Soul fanfic <3

Warnings: Cute Cringe

Synopsis:Soul begs you to accompany him while he's in the bath and you share some interesting conversations.

Word count:1,055

Not proof read

A/N: yup I'm into P1harmony now…surprise! I've scanned them for a little over a week now but I didn't want to write any fanfics for them before had a good grip on their personalities

We all know Soul can still be a little childish sometimes. A little weird, a little loud, a little misunderstood. All those terms suit both Soul and a kid. Throughout the two years you've been dating him you've gotten used to his weirdness so you're not surprised this scenario happened today.

You were using the bathroom while Soul was getting a bath, as any normal human would do. But Soul isn't normal now is he. You two were just chatting a bit when you were heading for the door when he called out your name.

"Y/N," he said. You came back over to the curtain and said,

"Yes?"

"Can you stay here with me?" He asked in his sweet little voice. You chuckled.

"Why?" You said sitting back down on the closed toilet seat.

"Because I love you," despite dating for two years everytime those three words come out of his mouth you can't help but blush and kick your feet.

"Alright," you said "I'll stay,"

He then cheered and you heard the water from his bath splash around at his sudden movement. He then started opening the curtain, "Shota what are you doing?" You said grabbing the white cloth.

"I wanna see you," he whined.

"But you're in the bath! That's weird…" you cried out.

"Your my girlfriend, it's okay you've seen me naked before," he said as if it were nothing, while your cheeks got red.

"Fine," you said, letting go of the curtain allowing him to swing it open. He let out another little cheer before opening it, and there he was. The tips of his sandy hair clumped together, dripping wet, all over his shirtless chest. His childish smile beaming at you accompanied by his dreamy eyes looking up at you. After taking a moment to look at you, he sunk back down into the bubbles in his bath. His phone was on the edge of the bathtub, it seemed as though he was playing cookie run before you came in.

"What scent is your bubble bath? Satsuma?" You asked striking up a conversation.

"Yep!" He smiled innocently, he looked so cute and you were so tempted to comment on it but it just wasn't the right time."you've always had a keen for smelling things," you laughed at his attempted compliment.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You chuckled.

"Your good at knowing what something is just by its scent," he said simply. You thought about his words for a moment.

"I suppose your right," you said kinda shocked. "I think I get it from my childhood," you said leaning a little closer to the side of the tub.

"How so?" He asked.

"Well when I was younger I used to smell everything, especially things that were new to me. Then later on I'd smell that same thing and know what it was instantly!"

"Oh my God, that reminds me of one time when I was like eight there was a fire in my school and I thought I was gonna die!"

•You two somehow got lost in conversation about school stories and people you knew when you were younger•

"And I remember the whole class laughing while the janitor cleaned it up," you laughed as you told a story from your elementary days when you noticed Soul staring at you from the side of the tub. "Why're you looking at me like that?"

"You remind me of a character from a show I watched…" Soul said while his expression made it seem like he was looking around his brain for some more information. "Claire…from the tales of Arcadia series," He said, still looking up at you with the whole world in his eyes.

"Oh I remember that show, you've talked about it a lot," After you told him how you remembered it his face lit up. It was clear he loved this show and he was dying to rant about it to you again. As he was doing so he was talking about the main love interests.

"That's when he drove Claire up to this little hill after the dance and all the lights from the city could be seen. Then he put on some music and started dancing with her! It was so sweet," he said leaning against the side of the tub, staring off into space thinking about it.

"Sounds kinda like us," you said looking up at the ceiling. You were now on the floor with your back facing the inside of the tub. One of your knees was up with your arm resting on top of it. Soul's expression turned a little surprised as he looked at you. "I mean we haven't really done anything like that, for many reasons, but it just sounds like something you'd do for me," you smiled up at him as you tucked your knees up and hugged them with your arms. He looked at you shocked.

"Yeah, you're right. I've thought about doing things like that for you," he admitted.

"Really!? Why didn't you?"

"Just too busy, chaotic, I couldn't find a good place. Just not a good time you know?" Shota said, setting his chin on the side of the tub with his right arm under it and his left next to his jawline.

"Yeah, that makes sense," you said, tucking some of the stray hairs away from Soul's face. His cheeks got a little pink from your soft action. If that wasn't enough you kissed him on the head, which caused him to show you his squishy smile. You went to back away from the kiss but he just pulled you back in for another kiss. You squirmed around during the kiss and when he let you go you whined "Soul your hands were wet! Now my face and shirts all wet," he just laughed and you ended up joining in. "Anyways you should get out because your fingers are as wrinkled as a prune and the water's freezing," You laughed getting up off the wet floor.

"Awe okay," he said, scooting over to the tap.

"Cuddles in bed after?" You smiled back at him with the door handle in your hand.

"Yes!"

<discamler> this is a complete work of fiction and is not intended for anything other than p1eces imagination and daydream fuel.

[melancholy-of-nadia]

La La Lost You (m) (teaser) | cyj

title: La La Lost You (m) << one-shot prequel to love u lately >> pairing: choi yeonjun x f. reader feat. bits of yoongi x f. reader, namjoon x f. reader, jimin x f. reader rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , fluff, smut ; fake dating au; post-high school au, lowkey tatbilb au summary: choi yeonjun was simply just your academic rival, competing for honors at graduation during your senior year. however, when one of your (distant) friends' brothers is getting married, your 3 guy best friends all have dates to the event except you. in order not to feel like a loser, you decide to call up the only other tolerable male you know: Yeonjun, to be your fake date. what will happen when a childish fake date scheme actually ends up turning into your first real relationship lasting an entire summer. it may ultimately.. not end well note: i KNOW i have yet to finish Love U Lately, but i wanted to present this prequel idea to you guys!! i know many of y'all may not be a txt moa, but this one shot will definitely add a lot more insight on previous events and character insight to other bts characters in LUL that don't get much of a spotlight note 2: you do not have to read LUL to understand this fic. honestly might be better if you haven't read it! it will heavily focused on the mentioned previous relationship reader had with yeonjun before starting college and well as the perspectives of yoonminjoon and their attitudes towards it as they were still struggling with their romantic feelings for reader warnings: language, sexual innuendo mentions, maybe some smut, underage drinking, yeonjun has a band, soobin appearance, jungkook has a small crush on reader, halsey shows up!, yoonminjoon being jealous and overprotective, typical things that happen in a summer romance, bonfire party, eventual breakup smut warnings: tba drop date: spring 2024 word count: 15k (projected)

"Look, Choi, I need you to-"

"Need me? Sounds kinda erotic." The taller boy chuckles, and your face scowls, turning a heavy shade of red.

"Huh? You're gross! As if I would EVER do anything trashy with you!" You cross your arms, feeling impatient. Jimin should be here any minute from his last class across campus so you can both go home together. This isn't gonna work, and you don't have any more time for this. "You know what, never mind. I don't even know why I bothered to think of asking you. I should've asked Mark instead." You turn around, deciding to walk away from the situation. You'll take the L! You'll go to Seokjin's dumb brother's wedding by yourself like the loser you are while everyone else has dates.

"Hey, wait!" Yeonjun pulls your arm toward him, making you turn back around. "Alright. Fine, princess, I'm listening. What is it?" He looks at you, finally with sincerity in his eyes.

God, I guess if he actually wants to listen, then you'll say it. What could go wrong?

You tiptoe and lean in close to his ear, catching Yeonjun slightly off guard. "Okay. I need you to be my fake date to my friend's brother's wedding."

Yeonjun blinks repeated, processing the request. After realizing he was frozen, he immediately goes back to his usual expression and smirks. "Well, well, well. Looks like someone couldn't resist the charm of Choi Yeonjun after all."

You roll your eyes, "Hell no. Please, I'd rather dance with a cactus."

He raises an eyebrow, "You sure about that? Cacti can be quite prickly, you know."

You huff, "Just shut up and play along. I need you to act like a decent human being for one evening. You owe me anyways., remember?"

Yeonjun smirks again, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Decent human being? That's a stretch," he grins, clearly enjoying this. "But sure, why not? It's not every day someone gets to be in the presence of greatness."

You scoff, shaking your head, "Greatness? Please. Just don't embarrass me, okay?"

Yeonjun's grin widens, "No promises, sweetheart. But I'll do my best. After all, I owe you."

"Yeah, yeah. Just be ready to suffer through a night of pretending to like me," you retort with a wry smile.

"Oh, the sacrifices I make for you," he replies, sarcasm dripping from every word.

As you walk away, hoping to meet jimin halfway (where the hell is he?) you can't help but mutter under your breath, "This is gonna be a disaster."

Yeonjun's laughter follows you from a very short distance, "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea."

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[ginger-futch]

Thoughts on Poppy Playtime Chapter 3 (spoilers ahead):

It’s interesting to see the developers taking a more overt and darker tone with this chapter; I guess they’ve gotten tired of the sanitized and infantile image their game has.

I'm pretty sure Ollie isn't a human survivor, but a toy with a childish voicebox. Given DogDay's voice sounds like a radio despite him being right in front of the player, and the CatNap tape, it seems that the voiceboxes are all but outright confirmed to be a mechanical part, not biological.

Plus, it wouldn't make sense for him to be a human survivor, because it's been ten years since the Hour of Joy in-universe, so unless he somehow managed to hide and survive from infancy, he'd be at least a teenager by now.

Of course, he could also be the Prototype playing 4D chess with Poppy, but who's to say?

Contrary to SuperHorrorBro's theory, I don't think the Prototype is an "amalgamation of souls," but instead a mimic. He reflects the scientists words right back at him, like playing back a recording, which if he did that by "absorbing souls" of those he integrated into his own body, it wouldn't make sense given the scientist was still alive when he did that.

A lot of people seem to be more than a little confused with the Miss Delight thing, so to clarify: Given the number of Miss Delights that are shown in the Hour of Joy tape, it appears that the school in the facility was mainly taught via Miss Delight bigger bodies toys, not human teachers. This was probably to avoid getting the whistle blown by human teachers, given all the red flags being flown there.

While I'm pretty sure the kids died in the Hour of Joy along with the adults, that is kind of muddled some by the Miss Delight tape (the one where she talks about the one exchange with CatNap, after she lost her mind). Maybe CatNap was saying the kids were in a different place from the employees in a metaphorical sense.

Personally, I think CatNap willingly gave his life to the Prototype, but I do see the basis for the idea that he was more or less tricked instead. He didn't talk much throughout the whole chapter, so it's hard to really know for certain.

The impressions of the Prototype's character are a bit mixed. On one hand, he saved Theodore’s life at the cost of his own freedom made a vested effort to stop the living toy production, and questioned Dr. Sawyer’s morals, implying some sense of morals himself. On the other hand, no distinction was made between the innocent and guilty during the Hour of Joy, he made seemingly no effort to free the toys from the factory despite resources growing scarce, and it’s strongly implied that the children were also killed in the Hour. So, it’s kind of murky at the moment.

I went through the TV Tropes page, and unless I missed something I don’t see the connection between Claire Harper and Miss Delight. I would like to think Claire quit or called in sick by the time the Hour rolled around.

[skaruresonic]

About Sonic 3, I feel the only reason the fandom (and what I assume is non-fandom becayse most of their exposure to Maria as a character amounts to "she dies lmao") wants to see her death on-screen so much is because it'll be a "funni maymay" like "this kid-friendly movie has a freaking child get shot on-screen, funniest shit I've ever seen".

Like, remember the very first trailer for the first movie? Did you know that a good number of recent comments under it are actually sad that the movie didn't turn out as bad as it could have been and wasn't a "giant memefest" that people could "enjoy" in an ironic sense? It's just the lowest hanging fruit for those who just want to meme on the movie.

Tangent, but I'm actually interested to see how much this crowd overlaps with the crowd which swears up and down that Mr. Principles is Quintessential Sonic, and if you don't agree, something must be wrong with you on a moral and psychological level. Folks who cry the moral high ground the hardest tend to make for the biggest hypocrites lol.

Dead Maria jokes are nothing new. Fandom's cracked them since time immemorial. The thing is, though, I would think that 23 years since SA2's release, people would be past that and maybe try to follow in ST's stead of giving her life more importance than her death. Because there is absolutely merit to the idea that she only died to give the men around her something to angst about... But the solution to that isn't to voyeuristically focus on her demise to the point of making it a meme?

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Like, remember the very first trailer for the first movie? Did you know that a good number of recent comments under it are actually sad that the movie didn't turn out as bad as it could have been and wasn't a "giant memefest" that people could "enjoy" in an ironic sense?

(and what I assume is non-fandom because most of their exposure to Maria as a character amounts to "she dies lmao")

Well, considering nonfans seldom respect Sonic as a franchise because of muh inconsistency, I'm inclined to not give their opinion any merit. They can come back when they've played the games. Not holding my breath for that one lol.

I'm just baffled that fans are also clamoring to see Maria get shot onscreen because it's like, et tu, Brutus? You should be past this kind of childishness by now. Much like how Shadow's backstory cannot retroactively become any Deeper by cramming in more pointless angst, seeing her die for the hundredth time will make her death seem more overplayed than poignant. At this point, asking to see her die is just a voyeuristic desire to see suffering for suffering's sake.

Also, if you think about it, neither X nor ShTH showed her explicitly getting shot. They just heavily implied it, to varying degrees of tastefulness (including the sound of the gunshot was... not ShTH's best decision, to put it extremely lightly, but at the very least the game didn't show the bullet going into her body).

I really don't mean to be the "don't have fun" guy. However, seeing everything about Maria online get boiled down to her death, her memory being dangled like a carrot to get a Pavlovian reaction out of Shadow, or her being dismissed entirely as a "generic" character really bugs me as a fan of the character. I'll be the first to admit her handling has flaws and maybe isn't the most fleshed-out portrayal around, but I also feel fandom exacerbates these problems by further objectifying her in this manner. Again, nobody's out here cracking Tikal stampede jokes every time her name crops up.

The whole point of Maria's character is that she's a normal girl, and it is a tragedy that her life was senselessly cut short. She isn't some great scientist like her cousin and grandfather, nor does she need to be. She represents humanity's capacity for goodness in spite of the horrors it inflicts.

Can you imagine the strength of character it must take not to hate the people who hunted you down and shot you, and instead retain your hopes for mankind's happiness? Where do you think Shadow gets it from? Gerald didn't give him a soul identical to hers for no reason.

but nah let's pop a cap in her ass so Shadow can do a cri

[heartshapedbubble]

guys guess what i finally fucking finished for the two people that are actually interested in my dm fic (impossible) !!!!!!!

"childhood friends", a d.m. fanfic🐍// chapter 2

NOT PROOFREAD YET AGAIN I AM IN PAIN, TW/CW for physical/verbal abus3, reader's gender not specified, OC insert and it's desire's dad and he fucking sucks, fuck sulphur mélodis all my homies hate sulphur mélodis, this all feels so rushed helpme how do you write, 90% of this isn't canon so don't use this as a source </3, ironically i hate reading angst but ummm

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I pity child me.

So clueless. So young and innocent, not aware of his destiny, and the role he has to play in the adult world. An easily manipulated marionette, just waiting to be grasped and controlled by someone with power.

I wasn't fit for ordinary life. It was obvious since day one - toys were replaced by hardcover books, and the time I could have spent playing was instead fulfilled by studying and learning. None of the adults that I was surrounded by radiated that warm, protective aura of a loving parent. Not even my own father.

And still, I kept trying to find my place in the human world. I clawed through the ever-growing shadows just to make a small mold for myself to fit into the ordinary, even though I knew my pathetic attempts will be suppressed sooner or later. The vision of ideal life was like a small window on a cold, thick wall, but the sunrays seeping through it shined brighter than anything i've ever seen before.

I wanted to be loved.

Even though I knew I was never supposed to be loved.

But what fueled me the most was that night. Their teethy, innocent smile. Their childish way of speaking and all of the sweet joys of life they decided to show me. That night lingered in my head for years, to the point I idealized it way more than i should. It was nothing like i experienced before but it felt like... home. It might have been just an overly glamorized moment, but it gave me hope. Hope that one day I might escape from the empty, lonely world that surrounded me. That there's something better out there. The images of that night etched themselves into my brain, each part looping over and over again to the point I memorized them by heart. But it was all in vain - one part of myself knew that anyway.

To this day, I still wish I stopped trying immediately.

It would have hurt less.

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The street was empty, except for the fast, loud tapping of feet.

Desire swore that he never ran this fast in his life - he could feel saliva sticking to the sides of his lips and all the various pebbles under his feet trying to kick off his balance. But it didn't matter. Even though his body seemed like he was dying, he never felt more alive. He quickly wiped off the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead with his sleeve, and hid behind a bush in front of his house to catch a breath. The ghastly villa was silent as usual, only the window of his father's office gleaming with cold, bright light.

He slowly picked himself up and got into the house as quickly and silently as possible. Still panting as he folded his coat, he sat beside the clothing rack. He slowly tapped his face as the heat lingered on his fingertips. Damn it, I'm probably red in the face, too. Now that he arrived home safely, the only thing remaining to do was to sneak into his room without alerting anyone.

Trying to sneak through the villa was no easy feat - the house was older than Desire (and probably his father, too) and every single door creaked, even with minimal movement. But there was no other way to get out of this situation without alerting his father in a more obvious way - Desire decided he's going to play the russian roulette of creaky floorboards today. Even if his father notices it, it could be brushed off since all of the butlers had already left the house by this time of the day. Slowly taking his heavy pair of shoes off, he stepped onto the first polished plank, praying to every single deity he could name off the top of his head that it doesn't creak.

The plank responded by silently wedging into the floor under his weight. Thank god. He slowly continued down the hallway, stretching out his legs with every step as if he was some long-legged stork. It was easier to trigger the creaking that way, but it was also the fastest option. Desire just wanted all of this to end, as soon as possible. His glance ended up on the staircase, right in front of him. Moving up the carpet-covered stairs was a way easier challenge, so once he reaches it, the hardest part of the job will be done. After that conclusion, he noticed his feet almost moved on their own. He was sloppier and quicker, but he just couldn't stop the rush of excitement and relief running through his brain in circles. Just a bit more, he thought, adrenaline pumping through his veins, and I'm going to be in my room, sleeping in my bed and dreaming of-

"Desire."

He froze on the spot, and the last step let out an obnoxiously loud creak. He knew that he would screw up, as usual.

"Don't make me call you over for the second time. Come to my office, and hurry up."

His heart felt like it might just break through his ribcage. There was no other choice but to accept his fate and head towards his father's office at the other end of the hallway. He slowly turned away and began walking towards it. It was nauseating, getting closer and closer to the door that seemed to get bigger and bigger with each step. The polychromed silver carvings on the top of it started looking like sharp, massive fangs, as if the door was a monster's gaping mouth ready to swallow him whole. A million thoughts echoed through his mind, none of them being uplifting and helping him calm down. As if that wasn't enough, he felt a knot starting to tie in his stomach, tugging tighter with each new thought popping up.

Finally, he reached the door, feeling his knees slowly twitching as he stood. He laid his hand on the big iron doorknob - it was ice cold, immediately numbing his fingers upon touching it. Hesitatingly, he pushed the door open, and let his eyes adjust to the dim, cold light of the room.

"What's with the slowness? Come over here. Take a seat."

Sulphur Mélodis was a man of tall, menacing stature, making even the most stern of Desire's lecturers flinch when he raised his voice. Despite his build, he was nothing but expensive, yet classy jewelry and sharp, sleek shadows in a fitted, tailored coat. His long charcoal grey hair draped around his neck in thick, gentle waves, and a lone, silver streak of hair ran down by his cheek like a coiled snake. If it wasn't for Desire's vibrant, blue eyes and round chubby face, he'd be a spitting image of his father.

"Father". Ew. That word left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth whenever he had to say it, and even saying it out loud alone felt like a suppresed cough, something he had to forcefully spit out just to get him to pay attention or notice his presence. In reality, Sulphur could be anything but a father, hell, he was more of a potential president candidate than a parent. Desire didn't even consider him a family member sometimes - he was the same like any other of his teachers, butlers and caretakers, treating him as if he was some surreal being or a porcelain doll on a display, except Sulphur was the only one of them that dared to forcefully grip his wrist and put him back to his place. The only one of them that dared to show any actual authority.

He headed towards the end of the table where his father sat, a pulled out wooden chair waiting for him. The dim light couldn't beat the dark shadows, so it only illuminated the sharp edges and corners of his face, carving it out to the point his father's head looked like a skull. Shaking, he sat on the chair and squinted - his eyes finally adapted to the dark and he managed to make out his grey eyes glaring at him. Desire swore on his life that his pupils were just pitch black tunnels that light never refracted from.

"What are you doing up so late? It's already ten o'clock. You should have already been asleep." His father said. His voice was hoarse and silent, but that could change in just about a second.

"I went out to get a cup of warm milk. I couldn't fall asleep." Desire whispered back. What a damn lie. Lying to Sulphur Mélodis was the dumbest thing anyone could do, but here he was, a five-foot-three eleven year old king of all clowns, daring to do so. It was all out of desperation, but he knew damn well that this all could backfire on him in a moment. Still, he dug himself a grave by lying already, and the only thing left to do was to keep digging and pray that the punishment won't be too bad.

"To the kitchen?" Sulphur tilted his head. "The butlers already left your usual dinner for you next to your room. Warm dinner. And this has been going on for years now. How could you forget a crucial part of your routine?"

"I mean, it... happens?"

"Just like that, I presume." He reached into the dark to grab his cane, which always somewhere by his side. He quickly spinned it in his hand, the feather-shaped iron tip pointing at Desire's leg. The tip tore apart the stitched hole in his sock with ease. Desire pressed his lips together. "For silk socks, you have to double stitch to prevent the soft material from ripping apart once again. You've been slacking off during your housekeeping class, haven't you?" One thing was sure, his father was right - Desire often didn't pay attention in classes he considered boring. How would learning how to properly wash glass surfaces help him in life anyway? Sometimes a class would be better spent with a good book on his lap. Besides that, his teacher was a bore. Luckily, even though she wore glasses, she was oblivious to whatever Desire was doing during class, as she seemingly thought reading some fashion magazines during the lecture and lazily assigning tasks would make him get to work.

A gloved finger approached his cheek, rubbing itself onto the sticky surface. "I don't remember ordering peaches for today's meals, either." He silently wiped his hand with a hankerchief.

"I took one from last week's fruit basket. I forgot I had it."

"Those were ripe, homegrown peaches. They would have started rotting by the next two days."

"Well.. maybe you forgot you ordered peaches?"

"That's the thing, Desire: I never forget."

He leaned in towards Desire, two gray, emotionless dots staring directly into his soul. "Not only did you become forgetful and carefree, you're also a horrible liar."

The cane was yet again nested in his palm as he rose up from the chair, towering over his son like a giant. "Come on now. Spit it out. What's happening, Desire? Anything you need to tell me? Everything can be fixed."

It was such an attractive offer. An urge rose up inside of him, an urge to tell him how much he hates having to spend every damn minute of the day studying, how tired he is of being shut up every time he tries to speak up for himself, and how much he despises him. How he hates him for stripping him from his childhood for his own stupid, selfish reasons. How he wants to be free of all the numerous boundaries and limits. He wanted to cry, to scream, to choke on his own tears and point his finger right into his own father's face. But what was the point? It wasn't something solved by tucking a folded stack of cash into one's front pockets and shutting them up, or whatever his father did to get people to mindlessly obey his commands.

"I went out today." He started. What Sulphur said started to seem more like a threat for him to be honest than a sincere encouragement. He was angry at himself - first he decides to lie, and after that he decides to get himself into even more trouble by telling the truth.

"What should I do with that information? On weekends you're allowed to go out for 20 minutes to get some fresh air."

"I don't think you understand. I went out. Away from the house. After dinner."

Sulphur's eye twitched.

"Where did you go?" His voice was still quiet, but Desire could sense the anger in it. He was struggling and gnawing at every word that came out of his mouth, as if he was chewing cement.

"A couple of houses away. I wasn't out for too long anyway."

"This evening you were supposed to have extra English classes. What was the lecturer doing at the time?"

"He went home. You should have seen his face when I handed him the cash and told him to get out as quietly and quickly as possible." His voice was shaky and out of breath, and his legs still trembled, but god, was it a good feeling to snap back for once. He already fucked up simply by trying to get himself out of this situation as soon as possible, so why not die today too?

"Did you go out alone?"

"No. I went with a friend. They were the person who invited me out anyway."

The vein near his father's eye was pulsing as his eyes started seeming emptier and emptier. "I see. You're starting to show some spine." He slowly strutted around his chair, like a vulture circling around a fresh corpse ready to devour it.

"Too bad you decided to show it to the wrong person."

It all went down before Desire could even think of a comeback to his words. The cane slammed the leg of the chair with immense force, making it collapse into pieces, and making him fall down along with it, too. He landed straight on his back, the rough landing pushing all of the air out of his lungs and forcing him into a coughing fit.

"Who do you think you're talking to?" He growled, "Are you even aware of all the numerous sacrifices I make every day all for your education? Of all the money, time and patience I invest into you? And this is how you repay me?". His jaw trembled after every sentence, his cane pointed at Desire like an accusatory finger. "Repay me by being a selfish, ungrateful brat?"

Desire was still coughing, tears piling up on his eyelashes. He didn't have the courage to muster a word. A wave of pain sent pulsing signals to every inch of his body, his limbs feeling like pathetic, breakable sticks as he used up all of his remaining strength to prop himself up with his hand. He felt so miserable, so vulnerable and easily crushed.

"I was never a selfish brat!" Desire's jaw shaked and his lips trembled as he struggled with each scream, full of hatred. His index finger weakly pointed back at his father's cane, twitching as if he could collapse any second. "Y-you just, I-"

Before he could cough up the last sentence, his father's silver cane flashed before his eyes, and the sharp glint permanently engraved itself into his mind.

The painful, scorching feeling suddenly hit his palm and made him cry out in agony. Through tears, he watched the blood leak out of the clean cut that spread itself from his index finger to his wrist. His fingers weren't spaired either, the blunt hit from the edge of the tip bruising them and coloring them a faint purple.

His father twisted the head of the cane once again, making the small, hidden blade in the bottom of it retract. "Don't ever dare speak to me like that again. You're a disgrace, Desire." , a muted voice scowled, every word packed with disgust.

Salty tears kept soaking Desire's face as he winced through the fresh wave of pain that weakened him for the second time tonight. "I...I ... just wanted to experience what every other child did. Or at least, what most of them did", he muttered out quietly, trying not to stumble on his own words, "I... that friend. The person I met that invited me... They were like no one I met before, yet they were so... warm. I could feel the heat lighting up my cheeks whenever I was with them, making me smile on my own. If that's so wrong, why did it feel so... right?"

Sulphur crouched right next to him and exhaled, staring right into his eyes once again. The disgusted grimace on his face seemingly disappeared, at least for a brief moment.

"It's so easy to get swayed in life. Just think, Desire. The average man made his life so simple and enjoyable, to the point he prioritized his own entertainment over more important things, like power and knowledge. Why are you letting things like that obstruct your path all out of a sudden? The path that we paved for you together, that you've been following for years now?"

"I... but what about friends?"

His father slowly exhaled once again, this time speaking more calmly.

"Friends are just another thing created by the average man. Another thing that the modern society made up in order to make people's sad, meaningless lives happier. Instead, there are partners. Co-workers. A "friend" is just a pathetic excuse of a human leech, draining you of all your riches and energy for their own benefit. A friend always expects something in return, even if they don't say so. Think about it - putting so much faith into someone, opening up to them, just for them to move away from you whenever they want and carry all your insecurities, all your flaws and secrets with them and hand them over to anyone else who might be interested. Doesn't it sound bad?"

"But..."

"What do you mean by "but"? Look around for a second, and realize the truth - they manipulated you in order for you to hate me."

Desire's mind suddenly blacked out, processing the words his father whispered to him. Was it really his own conclusion? Did the hatred burn through his childhood unnoticeably, or was it an eye opener when he met them - no, was it something secretly slipped into his mind upon speaking to them? All the confusing theories mashed together into one huge mass of nonsense. Yet, when he looked back at the piercing, black eyes glaring at him expectantly, he couldn't find that gentle warmth of actual love, not even the passing signs of its existence.

"Well..."

"Desire, while growing up, did you have everything you ever needed? Food, water, clean clothes, and all of the books your heart desired?"

"I did, but-"

"Did I ever restrict one of those things as punishment? Did I ever tell you that I hated you? Did I ever say "no" to any of your requests, unless I had a valid reason to do so, which I told you?"

"Um..."

"Make up your mind, Desire."

"...No."

"Exactly."

His sharp jawline relaxed for once as he reached for his cheek and softly caressed it. A faint, sour smile appeared on his face, too, but it was everything but sincere. It was a smile of someone who was drained of all good in the world.

"I only want the best for you, son. And you know that well", he gently spoke through his teeth, "So don't let yourself get swayed with such otherworldly, hateful ideas that tear our family apart. Okay?"

"Yes, dad."

It wasn't okay. It was everything but okay. But he didn't have the power to use up yet another ounce of energy to argue back, to spit out some sad, low-level insult to reignite the argument. While slowly picking himself up from the floor, his father cleared his throat. Without turning around, he whispered: "From tommorrow on, we'll have a... different program for your everyday routine. I'll make sure that no one ever plants such worrisome and hateful thoughts ever again, alright? You can say your goodbyes to that "friend" of yours too."

It was inevitable, but yet, the last sentence stabbed itself right into Desire's heart, like a trusty assassin's dagger mercilessly piercing its victim. "Now, go to sleep. And don't let such things play with your mind and common sense", his father said, closing the door behind him, "You have immense potential, Desire. Make both me and your mother proud. It would break her heart to see you get ruined by something so... primitive."

Throwing himself onto his bed, the blue-eyed boy felt the pain wrap around his body for one last time before falling to sleep. He was defeated and shut up once again, for the millionth time. Trying to desperately grasp for the smile that previously spun itself in his mind like a pop song vinyl, a pearly tear drenched his silk pillowcase. Would he ever see them again? He weakly gripped his bedsheets to feel warmth, to simply hold onto something - but the cold fabric could only gently soak up his sobs and whimpers. Once again, he was just a little helpless boy, whose cries could only be witnessed by his cold, dark room.

[cosmicatta]

Do you ever think about the hundreds of things you'd do if you had the time, motivation and resources? Do you ever mourn those tiny dreams, too?

Sometimes I have this childish feeling of "it's unfair that I can only choose 3-4 hobbies to keep cultivating," or "it's unfair that I can only choose one (usually unfulfilling) career path."

I don't want to only draw, write and read. I also want to learn how to sew, play piano, design clothes, make sculptures, identify constellations, dance tango, bind books, speak 5 more languages.

"Well, that's just life, our time here is limited, and you need a job to pay your bills. You can't just do everything you want to always, get over it."

I know.

But doesn't that sound like bullshit to you? Isn't that ridiculous? The human nature is not "pay your bills." It's "create, discover, explore, share, nurture."

I get sad about this more often than I should, and probably more often than it is reasonable to, I admit. But, honestly, I think it is something to be sad about.

What would you do with your life if it was completely yours?

[diseaseriddencube]

cutthroat has the 'tism headcanons

"uwu Rae isn't it kinda gross to give the serial killer character autism headcanons like isn't that villainizin-" shut up, i'm autistic, i would kill people too, murder is sexy and autistic and-

he fidgets, like, you can see him playing with his knifeys when he's got nothing else to do, and swinging his leggys when he sits

he's kind of a weirdo, like very much a weirdo, in the sense that he probably thinks he's pretty normal and just doesn't realize he's acting like a bit of a weirdo

special interest: murder, red things (i know he doesn't talk much actually but i'm sure you could get him talking like crazy if you asked him about why he likes red things) (and you know what, this is a more personal hc, but he had a previous SpIn in magic)

weird fucking posture, this is a stage play thing but if he doesn't have to stand, he likes to crouch (L vibes tbh)

actually another stage play thing which is basically fidgeting but i mean just LOOK at this movement, this is such a happy stim

are we even gonna mention that he's probably a picky eater, i understand narratively that their food choices were to show off character traits, but he's presumably been unfed in days and he chooses marshmallows of all things. he mentions liking his marshmallows to look a certain way as well (we're gonna ignore the cannibalism aspect <3)

his emotions seem pretty intense and sensitive, but he actually has a flat affect most of the time

he seems kind of socially inept, i know swindler is a special case but there's almost no consideration to what she says or what his actions/words would invoke in her, and he literally never talks to anyone else

^adding to this, he has no concept of personal space at all (though this may due to him thinking he literally owns her)

not to be infantilizing but I don't think we can ignore the obvious childish traits coded into his character (commonly associated with autism)

he seems to get bored really easily, like he can't stand just sitting around waiting

he seems kinda stupid but he does think outside the box, as seen with him using his knives to break the barrier when 10000 IQ hacker had nothing to offer and swindler was...panicking -_-

he gets hyperfocused on a task and ignores literally any pain in order to continue that task

probably has low interoception??? like he hardly seems to notice pain, and if any character would complain about being hungry, it would be him...but he doesn't, so i get the feeling he may just Not Feel It

also you cannot tell me that a character who dresses like this, doesn't have some sort sensory preference. I assume his clothes are weighted (due to both layers and knives) and the looseness is his specific preference for comfort

^ and he wears fucking leggings under his shorts, which is literally something i do when i hate the feel of the shorts/pants, i put a layer of good texture leggings under

object empathy > human empathy: he's way more visibly distraught over a beloved object (knife) getting damaged than....hundreds of human lives (and yk what, he kinda views Swindler as an object too)

^ but really this is like the most no-empathy having motherfucker i've ever seen

cluelessness about normal social things like not knowing what dating is (....ignoring the actual obvious reason he wouldn't know what it is)

and TW but self harm and suicide are actually somewhat common in autism and i mean-.... kind of-confirmed cutter and manga-confirmed suicidal person

autistic people like stacking things, and well, we all know what he spent ages stacking >:)

inability to lie/extreme honesty: he literally doesn't even hide his desire to kill swindler he just straight up asks for permission, and his attempt at lying is...pathetic to say the least

his vocabulary also seems....limited

unusual sleeping habits: he sleeps in a bathtub for god's sake

echolalia: "red! red! red!"

[magicalprofessorsludgedeputy]

Tfp sg headcanons!

1- I'm going with the interpretation that the sg wreckers are basically the mob. This ain't just a small group we're talking a sprawling criminal syndicate that's essentially a faction all it's own.

2- the wreckers we know are the top dogs out of all of them and easily the most feared to the point where most prefer to call them by nicknames instead of using their real ones.

3- to most sg miko seems like a doll; proper prim and polished complete with a custom made sun dress, pinktails, corpse pale skin, an unchanging expression, lifeless eyes and a completely artificial exterior.

4- seriously though miko or "doll" is basically the human personification of one of those creepy porcelain dolls and she's just as creepy, never speaking, never dropping the calm smile on her face, and never quite human. Mostly because she isn't.

5- well more like she isn't all human. Sg wheeljack has done alot of work on her with cybertronian tech to make sure she can keep up with the big boys. Despite being limited to scouting and acquiring Intel Jackie likes to make sure she can handle herself in a fight if need be.

6- speaking of which sg wheeljack or "slicer" is somehow even more freaky. Just like miko he never really talks but he's not as quite as her infact he's never quite given he's always giggling and humming to himself.

7- he's a twitchy, high strung type with a nasty habit of looking at people like he wants to dissect them and absolutely zero concept of personal space.

8- he's a wild card with a complete apathy for anything other than violence, science, and the wreckers most of all miko who he treats as his own daughter and dotes on endlessly and bulkhead who he is unflinchingly devoted to, to the point of freaking out whenever they're apart to long.

9- on that note bulkhead "brute" is the embodiment of the strong silent type with a violent streak a mile wide and zero interest in anything other than fighting and his "family"

10- opposite to wheeljack he's cold and collected which many of those that employ him appreciate and many who fight him respect.

11- all three of them are fake on the outside, hiding how truly intelligent they really are, with nothing on the inside except a desperate, hungry, clawing need for connection leading to them being close if extremely codependent.

12- miko hides behind a cold, flawless mask in order to cover the scared little kid desperate to be accepted and loved and terrified of being abandoned. This desperation for love has lead to miko being terrifyingly devoted and driven made even more dangerous by her intelligence, resourcefulness, and manipulation skills.

13- bulkhead plays the brute but in reality he's the extremely intelligent true leader of the wreckers with a habit of using people for his own gain and almost zero empathy Despite that however he has a deep set need to be needed which he uses miko and wheeljack to sate.

14- wheeljack is a straight up mad scientist. There's no beating around the bush he's crazy and childish as they come but extremely intelligent and extremely dependent on bulkhead and miko for purpose, approval, comfort and above all, affection with bulkhead essential being his comfort blanket and miko an emotional support animal.

15- miko and wheeljacks' dependence on bulkhead is entirely by design of course. As I said, he needs to feel needed and when he happened to come across someone so talented and so desperate for validation he happily took them in, into his "family" and into his possession.

16- seriously as far as bulk's concerned miko and wheeljack belong to him same as pets. Very loved and useful pets but pets all the same.

17- does miko know he sees her like this? Yes. Does she care? Not at all. After all as long as she's wanted it doesn't matter. Besides it's not like she doesn't use him right back.

18- wheeljack also knows his bulky only sees him as a glorified pet but he kind of just... ingnores it. Miko uses bulks need to be needed for her own gain while wheeljack would rather pretend everything's fine. Like I said he's extremely childish and he doesn't want to face how truly twisted and toxic his little "family" really is.

[lunaria1]

Labyrinth OC

Name: Luna Rose Williams

Age: 20

Species: Human

Sexuality: Bi

Family: She's Sarah's adopted older sister

Birthday: 25th March

Pronouns: She/they

Weight: 55kg

Height: 5'9ft tall

Looks: She has long black hair that she tends to dye a deep red or any other colour that she feels like. Her hair goes down to her waist and it's very thick and fluffy. She has bright blue eyes with strong and long lashes. Her skin is pale but not as pale as a ghost, she struggles to get a tan because of that. Her body is slim but her thighs are clearly bigger than her upper body which she doesn't mind at all. She has a few minor scars from accidents that have happened during performances that she has done but they aren't very deep.

Casual: Leggings and a shirt. Sometimes the leggings will be replaced with a skirt but she'll never wear jeans. She hates how jeans feel and how tight they can be

Formal: Depends on the occasion but she'll wear some sort of dress and corset. The length will depend on her mood

Personality: She is a very clever and kind hearted person. Though she isn't afraid to be rude and blunt if she has to. She doesn't let people walk over here and she can easily tell me if a person is toxic or not or if they're lying because of how much attention she pays towards everything. Unlike Sarah she does try to get along well with her step- mother but that's because she does have experience in that field already. She can act childish sometimes because of her trauma, having been abandoned by her bio parents when she was 3 and going from home to home multiple times until she was a teenager. When she does get angry there's not much you can do to calm her down, she's very unpredictable when angry.

Likes:

Theatre

Plays

Acting

Singing

Dancing- including ballroom dancing

Cooking

Collectables

Plushies

Summer time

Helping Sarah out with her acting

Dislikes:

Bullies

When Sarah acts dramatic for no reason

Terrible parents

Thunderstorms

Going near her old orphanage- brings back bad memories

People taking her stuff without permission

Shouting-unless it's part of an act

Other information:

She's actually the one who got Sarah into acting and theatre

She did see the link between some of her favourite fairytales and the Labyrinth( e.g. she figured out that the peach must have been tampered with before Sarah took a bite out of it)

She also figured out some of the riddles before Sarah but didn't tell her in time. Like she would have been tapping on every single wall to check if it's real and during the two doors riddle she would only talk to the one that told them the rules because they had to be telling the truth

She actually really likes Toby and feels very protective over him and Sarah. Especially after the Labyrinth incident

She kept her birth surname, Rose, and took on the William surname as well

[axofluff]

✩ Get to know Alex ✩

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➸ This post will let you know all the stuff you need to know about the author behind this post! Me! :D ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ ➸ I wanted to make an official one since my old one isn't to my style anymore ➸ If you still have any questions after this, feel free to ask me anything in my dm's or AMA! (づ˶•༝•˶)づ♡ Happy reading!

Hi there! I see you've stumbled across my tumblr page! (・ω・) ✦ My name is Alex and I'm a small writer here! I've been writing ever since I was 12. My grandma introduced me to books and ever since then I've always had my nose stuck in a novel about some mystical far away land. ✦ I mostly write oneshots and fanfics but I do have my own works which I sadly deleted or no longer continued as I wasn't happy with them (｡•́︿•̀｡). ✦ I started off on Wattpad with writing Twilight fanfic and I developed my basic writing skills from there. I may move my work over to a03 but I currently like Tumblr's UI and how I can link my stuff under one blog so it's easier for people to find my work. ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ✦ I am 19 as of writing this and I live in England in the UK! I speak only English, although I want to learn Italian at some point since I love the history and culture of the roman empire. It's been my special interest ever since I played Assassin's creed 2 back on my xbox 360.

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✩Favorite food: I love chinese takeout's, Pizza and Ramen ✩Favorite animals: I love cats, sharks and kangaroos

✩Favorite colour: Mint green ✩Favorite show: The dragon prince on Netflix ✩Favorite Song: United in grief by Kendrick Lamar ✩Favorite icecream: Mint chocolate chip

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[thermitetermite]

I really hope that at the end of season 3 The Collector gets thrown through the portal to Connecticut, looses all magic power because human realm, ends up at Camila's doorstep and gets taken in by her.

A lot of people have mentioned that The Collector just doesn't know the impact of their actions which is fair enough because he's a kid who's never been raised without magic. I think Camila would be great to help raise the Collector because in a way Collector is a bit like Luz at the beginning of the series (very energetic, a tendency to be a bit short sighted when pursuing something they want, naïve, just more childish in general because they had no real life experience).

Luz and Collector would also parallel each other really well if this happened. Luz lived in the demon realm essentially powerless until discovering glyphs and gaining a new understanding of how life works. She learned that life isn't always what you expect and sometimes you have to fight for what you want.

Collector on the other hand has never had to try to achieve their goals (other than escaping the disk but it shows that they were naïve about Belos) Collector in physical form can rewrite reality to bend to their whims. His whims could be anything under the sun but instead they just want to play games. Collector doesn't have to learn or grow up because they can already get what they want or need without issue.

In the end, I think Camila could help Collector become a better person. Additionally, I think Collector needs time on Earth where consequences are real and he can play video games.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

[just-tired-girl]

-DAC OC Info-

Character Info

Name: Flossy Floodstrike

V/A: ???

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Birthday: 3 July

Height: 162 cm

Eye color: Serene

Hair color: Lime green

Race: Merfolk?

Family: Unnamed relatives (mostly alive)

Twisted from: Foo Fighters (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Status

Occupation: Student (@deaths-academy-of-combat )

Dorm: Outlandical

School year: First year

Class: 1-D

Club: Gardening Club, Forensics Club(previously, kicked out)

Sports team: Magic shift, Baseball and Swimming

Homeland: Coral Sea

Fun facts

Dominant hand: Ambidextrous

Best subject: Tact and Strategy and Healing Magic

Preferred Combat style: Ranged attacks, using specific terrain properties for advantage

Favorite food: Any kind of drink, grapes, burgers

Least favorite food: Anything too dry or spicy,

Likes: Swimming, rainy days, baseball, listening to music, playing games with her dorm mates and their kids, learning more about "dry land"

Dislikes: Being dehydrated, her dorm mates bickering with each other, rude people, drinking her drink without permission, whales

Hobby: Playing team sports, spending time in/near water, collecting music discs

Talents: Swimming, cocktail making, high leveled healing magic

Nicknames: F.F (by friends)

Bizzare merfolk (by other students)

Seaweed (as an insult)

Unique Magic: Micro Fighters

Can manipulate water from surroundings with her will to attack with or use it for healing. Only works if there are microorganisms like plankton in it.

Personality

A young merfolk girl that is first time on surface, or so-called "dry land". Curious about new suroundings she still has a lot to learn about living customs in here (such as not drinking from puddles). She is positive and friendly, but her naive nature makes her easy to take advantage of. While appearing to be childish at first, Flossy can be serious and is capable of strategical thinking during combat.

She wishes for all her dorm mates to get along as one team, but that is far from happening.

Triva

-Her birthday date is the same as release date of manga issue with first appearance of her based character.

-Flossy is terrified of being dehydrated. She always carries some drink with her like her life is depending on it. She is also scared of whales.

-Durning her first weeks on land Flossy had some problems with movement coordination. Currently, her movements are more controlled, although sometimes she still has trouble keeping balance.

-Flossy and Elvira know each other from times before DAC, but she currently befriended and spends more time with Joel. She tries to make them get along with each other, but always ends up with no success.

-She was once in Forensics Club but got kicked out for drinking evidence. In Gardering Club she takes care of water plants in pond.

-Owns baseball bat with many signatures from famous players, and still collects more.

-Nobody from school, not even teachers saw her merfolk form (not that she isn't it or anything). Still, even in human form she is a very good swimmer.

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Lord Astral, I present to you my creation *shows Flossy drinking straight from a puddle*

Mentioned Elvira Parena and Joel Cummings are made by @fumikomiyasaki .

[crimmson]

okay before I say what I'm about to say:

1) we believe in and actively participate in nuance on this blog, crimmson.tumblr.com

2) I am acutely aware that this is at least partially a "me" problem; I am also aware that the ratio of "me problem":"not-me problem" could very well skew heavily toward being entirely a "me problem"

3) I know I'm some flavor of neurodivergent, what flavor that is is between me and god and I'm not talking to god to find out what that combination of flavors is at this time

4) I'm human, you're probably human, and sometimes that means being nonsensical and contradictory (I do not control the brain chemistry)

okay? okay.

so now. the thing. the thing that bothers me to no end: When You're Talking About Something And Someone Is Trying To Be Relatable But They Kinda Just Make It About Them, Even If Unintentionally. i hate this. I hate it so much.*

*it is highly dependent on who is doing it, how well I know them, how it's phrased and delivered, and a dozen other factors. sometimes and with some people I'm completely fine with it.

"but crimm! isn't that a trait of some neurodivergent people?" yeah I know! and I get the reasoning behind it! I still fucking hate it! (see points 1 through 4)

I'm going to outline my thought process (also applies to when I'm listening to someone else and I can see the conversation getting away from them; if you've been in a group call with me and I bark at you to let Person continue, well, you already know).

So here's a fictional scenario and my thought process:

I am telling a story among a group of people. so it is My Turn for attention (something I generally avoid and prefer to play more of a supporting or sidekick role so if I'm going for it, it's like... meaningful for me or whatever)

Branch A: someone interjects with a reaction or a comment; this is fine and it's a clue to me that you're listening which I appreciate. however it snowballs with everyone building onto the joke or comment and becomes a whole other conversation.

Branch B: someone interjects with a "oh hey something similar happened to me," and begins telling their story instead.

I wasn't actually done with my story though

combo of feelings ensues: nobody was actually listening or cared enough about what I was saying since they don't seem to notice or care that I didn't finish, being steamrolled by someone else who usurps my Moment of Attention, feels like someone turned it into a competition or had to one-up me, couldn't let me feel Special for 5 seconds, etc etc

(also really annoys me when I'm watching this happen to someone else, I just think other people should have their Moment and get to bask in it for a minute rather than getting immediately one-upped)

((if anything it annoys me way more when it's happening to other people))

(((Once again, see points 1 through 4 at the top)))

listen. I try really hard to keep it in mind that people are doing this as a means of trying to relate and prove that they are paying attention, showing empathy, sympathy, etc, I know all this. but I'm tired of pretending that it doesn't impact me or other people. I can HEAR the upset in other people when they're getting steamrolled and the conversation is getting away from them before they've finished saying their piece, or they're constantly getting cut off, etc.

it feels....childish? to say "oh it's just a neurodivergent trait! they can't help it!" and just expect it to go unchallenged all the time? like dude 1) we aren't a monolith 2) if I had to learn how to socialize then can't someone else learn to read the fucking room and shut up for a minute? not all the time, but maybe like 50/50? please?? compromise????

(once again, reminder: points 1 through 4)

like I'll go out of my way not to change subjects too fast so that people can have their minute in the spotlight. even if there's something I was gonna post. but if someone beat me to it, that's a-ok and I'll wait a few minutes to an hour depending on context so I'm not taking attention away from them. but like it always kinda weirds me out when someone posts about their day, and then like 30 seconds later someone else starts talking about themselves or something totally unrelated to the other person's message instead.

thankfully my group is generally pretty good about things and even if we get off track for a moment we will apologize and tell the person to continue. (or I yell at everyone for a second when I sense The Upset, and then tell the person to continue, and thankfully everyone seemingly does not outright hate me for this)

So with the knowledge that I fucking hate when people do that to me, I make sure I don't fucking do that to the best of my ability. I wish I could say it was hard, or a habit I had to develop, but like... it's not. It's not hard, I didn't have to work to Not Do The Thing I Hate (or if I did have to work on it, it's been so long that I genuinely don't remember), and I have been employing this strategy below for as long as I can remember. It's not something I have to think about anymore.

My Strategy For Conversation And Making Sure The Person Knows I Am Engaged And Interested And They Feel Valued:

I ask questions. it seems to keep the conversation going and they get to expand on details and stuff. it seems especially nice if it feels like they were trying to avoid taking too much time but now they feel like you do actually want to hear what they're saying and they can relax. at least that's the vibe I get. I can hear when their voice changes and they relax or get excited or whatever.

If I interject with a comment or joke, I will make sure I end it with like a "but keep going" to encourage them to keep talking (sometimes a little apology just to politely signal that I acknowledge my interruption)

if I interject with a comment, it's about THEIR story, not a "oh that reminds me of the time I..." so like, if someone is telling a story about... Idk, John From Work Said Something Fucking Stupid, then my comment might be something like postulating about what the fuck John's thought process was to get to that point of Saying Something Fucking Stupid. but it's something that THEY can build off of to continue THEIR story.

idk man. I just. I watch it happen in chat sometimes and I bite my tongue because I'm trying to be considerate and I don't even know if it bothers the other people who, in my mind, are getting interrupted or not getting a minute to soak in their moment of attention. like I could very well just be getting pissed off on behalf of other people who didn't even think twice about it. so like yeah, could 10000% be a me problem!

but I'm a big fan of the concept that an explanation is not an excuse! yes I am glad I understand these traits and tendencies and it does help me be tolerant of them to a degree when I know the intent is good. but it feels like I have to be tolerant of it all the time, otherwise I risk being anti-neurodivergent or something. which is very funny because I have ADHD, I've had anxiety, I've had depression and (this is the only time I'm going to acknowledge this) there's a pretty solid chance I'm autistic to some degree (we will never speak of this again).

I am okay with the knowledge that I'm just gonna be socially incompatible with some people but idk man. I know it probably comes down to like Clear Communication because obviously how will people know it annoys you and work toward a potential compromise if you don't say anything!

but if you think I'm gonna go "hey, half of the friend group, I fucking hate this thing you do sometimes because I'm mentally ill 12 ways to Sunday" then you are out of your fucking mind, I would rather wear cinderblock shoes and swandive into the Mariana trench

(also one last time, Points 1 through 4)

((and no this isn't about anyone in particular and wasn't even triggered by any specific event, I am literally just laying in bed eating chips and watching YouTube videos and decided to be a bitch on a whim))

[rrasado]

any headcanons on the demon brothers with a child MC?? maybe there was a mix up on the age in their file or something so they were expecting a grown exchange student and were met with a kid?? could also be a teen but that's up to you!!

• Youthful Student •

Hope you don't mind the mixed format T T, I think the accumulated headcanons fit a potluck type of serving rather than individual segments? Most of these are a shared effort between 3 or more brothers to so it'd be easier to just throw them in one lump jkfb. That and I've done a similar request last year! Think of this as an extension.

When you're younger than intended:

Whatever swindling thought Mammon had, it’s out the window. At first he refused to be the first assigned babysitter to the “exchange student” but, the thought of someone as young as being passed to his admittedly harsh brothers convinced him at the last minute.

He definitely considered taking you out to play with that little girl he’s been secretly taking care of, you two would get along swimmingly! That’s what he thought anyway.

Levi was even more reluctant to take you in as the new resident- world jumping stories usually had someone at least 16 but you weren’t even half that fan assigned age minimum??? Why can’t Diavolo send you back?- Then you called him Onii-san.

Every morning whenever Lucifer needs Levi to attend face to face classes you were the key to get him out his room. A simple "c'mon Levi-nii" already has the Avatar of Envy grabbing his digital notepad and headphones out the door.

That makes two demons on your big brother team. The third person to become your accidental sibling was Beel of all people. An accident at first but holding you felt like holding a big sentient marshmallow.

The fourth born clowned himself, telling to his reflection in yhe mirror over and over again how he's only getting close to you to study human children and how they differ in maturity compared to the grown humans he'd have to encounter.

In the end he got over the denial and proudly took you with him to cat cafes (after making sure you weren't allergic to the critters, of course.)

Asmodeus of course felt pouty with your bonding with the rest of the brothers, especially after seeing a post from Satan where it captioned something about bonding under a picture of you within a pile of cats.

Asmo wasn't easily allowed by the other brothers to come near you but they did eventually cave in after he hauled in bags upon bags of clothing for your petite frame. Styling you in the best way he could and with hid skill- you could be mistaken as a kid's fashion model in the human realm.

Asmo would occasionally fuss over Beel offering you so much food even lecturing him about your diet- which can potentially ruin both your clothes and your appetite.

At this point in time Beel decided to seek help from Satan regarding what food a human child such as yourself can consume. It took him a solid month seeing as he kept getting distracted over the idea of good itself rather than the actual studying part.

Belphegor did take advantage of your childish help, and I'd like to think that he didn't want to off you the last minute in lesson 16 but accidents happened and you were desperately clutching on what you understood in the plane of the living.

After such horrendous events he tried everything to make it up to you, a child who knew no better than him when he first opened his eyes amidst the soft environment of the Celestial realm.

Pillows? Stuffed animals? He beat all his brothers in spoiling you in this department. Anything to make you feel a bit safer around him even if it does take a mountain of plushies...

Do you think he isn't listening while you tell him the names of your plushie kingdom? Oh he has them memorized even with his eyes closed. He knew he somehow scraped himself out your hate list after he heard you naming one of your cow plushies as Belphemoo

Albeit childish his resentment of humans in general became a distaste for Diavolo- why would he let a young child like yourself stay here in literal hell? Such thoughts come to a stop whenever you tug him back for nap time.

Lucifer rarely indulges in taking care of you due to workload but, once or twice a month he attends your "tea parties" specially sponsored by Barbatos' support. During these personal get togethers, he's able to hear how you perceive your experience without biased outside forces.

Your presence did impact the devildom in the long run, teaching the highest authorities of hell that maybe they should focus on the next generation if they're intending to keep this place prosperous. But for now you'll settle with your many brothers and the memories no matter how fleeting— treasured in your youthful mind.