#sprite hates math

[thatonespriteobsessedbitch]

guys I don't think I can gaslight gatekeep girlboss my way out of this one

[coleslaught]

Chibi-Master!!

[spookyteeth]

plssss feed us more information about gerard way hs teacher au 🙏🙏🙏🙏

HIII!!!!!!

okay wajt i don't know how to start uhhh

teacher g: science teacher + cheer coach (they wear cheer uniform everytime they practice but they don't have to they just choose to and say it's for 'getting in the mood') also is the type of teacher that loves gossip fs.

mr. mikey: librarian that allows students to come eat in the library and likes to share music with them (anthrax 💀) and point out where good books are.

mr. toro: sweetest music/guitar teacher of mankind no one can hate him because he's just lovely. he would be awkward at the beginning of the year but on school trips he's really fun. also has pads, band-aids, snacks, and icepacks to give out at all times

frank: haven't figured this one out that much. he gives math teacher vibes. but in the worst way possible. he would be so much fun as a teacher though, make things very project based. also would let students into his class while it's lunch time but this time he just gives sprite to them and say it's "their little secret" and "to not tell anyone because he can't give out buttloads of sprite." also just kinda pops up around the school. the lockers are magic portals for him basically. also does not go by mr. iero. thinks it's too professional

also to add that teacher g and frank have a rivalry. like they take students from their class and bring them to the others off period when tehyre not there and tape their science/math projects on the walls or one day they fill up the others class rooms with balloons. its a friendly rivalry, it's just to get students up and moving because it's fun. + more involved.

oh and they all sit together in their free period to play very short dnd sessions

adjustments will be made this is just what i have rn, thank you for asking !!!!!!

[it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream]

His Fallen Star pt3 (Druig x Reader)

The sky was a dull bruise above London, early morning light filtered through gauze-thick clouds. The air clung damp to your skin as you sat slouched in the backseat of Sersi’s car, wrapped in a too-large sweater that smelled like her lavender detergent and old pages. You hadn’t slept. You weren’t sure if you could.

Your side still burned — not from blood loss now, but from something else. A kind of aching hum that pressed against your bones. Like your body was trying to remember how to hold power again, and failing at the math.

You stared out the window as buildings blurred past, a steady drizzle painting the glass in slow-moving veins. A headache bloomed quietly at your temple.

Sprite was up front, messing with the radio. Ikaris sat beside her, arms crossed, clearly regretting everything about being trapped in a moving vehicle with people who insisted on having feelings. Sersi drove, calm as ever, pretending this wasn’t the most awkward family road trip in the history of immortal beings.

“Are we gonna talk about the psychic elephant in the room?” Sprite asked, her voice breezy.

You didn’t look up. “Nope.”

“Come on,” she pressed, twisting in her seat to face you. “You’re about to see Druig. That’s, like, centuries of sexual tension and unresolved trauma just waiting to burst into flames.”

You blinked slowly. “I’m bleeding internally, Sprite. I don’t have the energy to emotionally combust right now.”

“I could combust for you,” she offered. “Just scream ‘WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME’ and throw something dramatic.”

“Tempting.”

Ikaris let out a sigh that could probably bend steel. “Can we not?”

Sersi shot him a look. “Let her cope.”

“I am coping,” you said sweetly. “Through sarcasm. It’s worked for the past thousand years.”

He didn’t respond. Classic.

The car hit a bump and your side flared white-hot. You flinched.

Sersi glanced at you through the mirror. “We’re stopping in fifteen minutes. You need to rest.”

“Sure,” you muttered, “let’s go nap in a gas station parking lot. I love romance.”

But the stop was already planned. And it wasn’t a gas station.

It was Kingo.

—

They’d agreed to pick him up somewhere just outside the city — some ridiculous private estate he used when hiding from paparazzi or exes (or both). The moment the car pulled up the gravel drive, Kingo exploded out of the front door like he’d been waiting by it for hours.

“MY STAR!” he cried, throwing his arms wide, robe flapping in the wind like a damn movie poster.

You didn’t even have the strength to lift your head fully. “Please tell me that’s a cape and not a bathrobe.”

“It’s both, darling,” he said, bounding toward the car and yanking the door open with a flourish. “And look at you—tragic, injured, glowing with a subtle existential dread. The heroine returns!”

He slid in beside you without asking, immediately fluffing a blanket around your legs. “You look like death, which I mean as a compliment, obviously. It’s giving Greek statue. I approve.”

You groaned. “Can you be normal for five minutes?”

“Never,” he said proudly, tossing you a protein bar and two neon painkillers like he was performing surgery. “Now, tell me everything. How bad is it? Is the wound sexy?”

“Very,” Sprite muttered.

Kingo clapped. “Good. Now, onto the more important topic: Druig.”

You glared at him. “Kingo—”

“Oh, please. Don’t even try to pretend this isn’t cinematic. You, bleeding and stubborn, getting dragged through forests to find the mysterious brooding man who definitely still dreams about you? This is peak third-act romantic drama. This is the good stuff. This is Oscar-worthy.”

“I hate you,” you muttered, but leaned your head against his shoulder anyway.

He let you.

Softly, under his breath, he said, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

And you believed him.

—

Hours passed.

The city bled into countryside. The roads narrowed. Trees grew thicker, denser, taller — ancient sentinels rising like bones from the earth. The sky darkened as the car curved down a gravel path flanked by forest. The road ahead was familiar in the way old dreams are: echoing, heavy, laced with something unfinished.

You felt it before anyone said a word.

A shift in the air.

Like the Earth was holding its breath.

You straightened slightly, your side protesting.

Sersi slowed the car.

Up ahead, the trees parted.

And there, barely visible through mist and ivy, was the entrance to Druig’s compound.

Stone. Silent. Watching.

Sprite exhaled. “Here we go.”

Kingo grinned. “Oooh. Cue the dramatic reunion music.”

You didn’t say anything.

But your heart was already aching.

Not from the wound.

Not from the power.

From the bond.

Because somewhere behind those walls — like a star you hadn’t looked at in centuries — he was waiting.

[redbelles]

GET TO KNOW YOUR MUTUALS ✨

tagged by: @violaobanion 🩶

what's the origin of your blog title?

the neko case murder ballad, babey! extra 'e' added because someone swiped 'redbells' before i signed up for tumblr in [checks watch] the 2010s

otp(s) + shipname(s):

okay, listen, i've been in fandom for a solid two-thirds of my life i can't just casually list them all. that said: frank castle/karen page (kastle), jon snow/sansa stark (jonsa), zuko/katara (zutara), guts/casca (gutsca), etc.

favorite color:

the entire blue-purple swath of the color wheel

song stuck in your head:

i literally always have something stuck in my head; right now it's "atlantic city" by bruce springsteen

weirdest habit/trait:

hobbies:

reading, writing, giffing, gaming, hockey, in theory i want to learn to knit, planning out future travel, aviation + car maintenance, and someday i will get back to riding horses regularly

if you work, what's your profession?

graphic design is my passion.meme

if you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

someone either pays me to gif or i finally get off my ass and get that novel published*

*i am in fact actively working on option two, please @ me about it, i need to be whacked with a broom until it's done

something you're good at:

i'm an excellent writer and editor, i make very pretty gifs, and i think i'm a very good friend

something you hate:

the american political system and most of the fuckwads in it

i cannot stand clownery on gifs/fics/art/etc. someone took the time to make something, clearly cares about the material that inspired it, is proud of the finished product, and you want to run around shitting on it? absolutely the fuck not. drives me nuts.

something you collect:

mugs. hours spent in elden ring. flower-themed jewelry. i am also slowly amassing a cadre of friends whom i have lovingly bullied into either video games or sports (or both!)

something you forget:

to get the fucking mail! why do i keep forgetting to get the mail!

what's your love language:

standing up for my friends is the big one— swing at my friends and if they're cool with it you can count on me swinging back. beyond that: inside jokes and spending time (physical or virtual) with people!

favorite movie/show:

also: titanic, atonement, the mummy (1999), logan, sprited away, a streetcar named desire, etc.

tv shows: the punisher, sons of anarchy, generation kill, the gone, berserk (1997), avatar: the last airbender, castlevania, etc.

favorite food:

well right now i am absolutely craving shrimp scampi

favorite animal:

cats

what were you like as a child:

much like i am today: small and angry and very sure of myself

favorite subject at school:

history and english

least favorite subject:

math

what's your best character trait?

hands down it's my loyalty

what's your worst character trait?

i hold grudges like someone's paying me to

if you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

if you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

darkness on the edge of town-era bruce springsteen. for reasons.

tagging: @neuxue @sluttyhenley @ladywaffles @meyerlansky @pennywises and anyone else who wants a go ✨

[muselixer]

dumb things my friends and I have said: 2024!

part one: january - march apologies ahead of time for length! feel free to change pronouns if need be. warning for foul and dirty language, suggestiveness, and capslock-implied yelling :)

"I think [hometown] dirt would taste better than the dirt here because it contains a level of lead I've grown used to."

"Incorrect. I am not a mother fucker. I have never fucked a mother."

"Your authoritarianism is quite insatiable."

"He absolutely pulls his limbs off for funsies."

"There's a Pope in the road again!"

"Get a tramp stamp that says 'this is no place for a horse'."

"Have you perhaps considered experiencing natural sunlight? No I'm genuinely asking."

"Everybody wants to see Santa's cock and balls!"

"I think calling physical food in front of you "cuisine" is incorrect."

"Hey Google, unshit my jorts."

"DON'T MAKE ME WHIP OUT MY VAGINA HOLE."

"Ayo, what them balls do, king?"

"It goes hard in a hard way."

"THIS DUDE FARPIN' FOR TWENTY DOLLARS."

"I'll be there in Sprite."

"Get all this Jesus outta the way so I can eat my dinner!"

"With my luck, it could be raining titties, and I'd still look up and catch a dick."

"You must be smoking chicken fried dick if you think I give a chicken fried fuck."

"It is ready for gripping at all times. ...That's what she said!"

"I want that fucking twink in a blender."

"Aw hell nah, they used my boy as a plot device!"

"I meant, as to the condition of the Italian."

"Gimme some of that peepee in the mouth."

"Tell her that her son is cringe."

"A scallop is like a brother to me."

"I blame your astigmatism on your brother."

"She got a cooch like Grand Central Station."

"I BET YOUR PICKLES AREN'T EVEN CRISP."

"Yes, I am a little stupid. It's part of my charm."

"There's a specific kind of white boy that I would... you know."

"Man, don't do this to me. I'm gonna get sads in my ramen."

"Wow, okay, orphan. Who killed YOUR dad?"

"Hell yeah, let me power that rock, daddy."

"Keep sniffing me and I'll peg you."

"I'd get MY interior designed, if you know what I'm saying."

"I think I just get possessed by Chad the frat guy."

"He's what the color lime smells like."

"Can't hear you. Too busy barking."

"...I didn't wanna have to be homophobic today."

"Yehowdy, y'all should vote for me, Mayor Weenis."

"One man complained about the viagra commercial because he was having sex for five hours straight."

"I was busy fighting math."

"I am like a horse. I will not elaborate."

"PICK UP YOUR TITTIES BY YOUR BRA STRAPS."

"Sometimes I hate you and your stupid nipples."

"We have to do super-blow in the hospital."

"The highway to Hell has guard rails!"

[mjonthetrack]

name me later -

CHAPTER SEVENTY "You're Real."

He didn’t let her go.

Even when the song faded into the next, and even when the people around them resumed their own small circles of joy—laughing, dancing, swaying under dim lights and the weight of good memories—Jimmy held her like she might vanish if he loosened his grip.

And she wasn’t pulling away. No, she was folding into him like she’d been waiting her whole life to do it.

Her hands were clutched at the fabric of his shirt now, small fists trembling. Her head was buried against his chest, right over his heartbeat, and it was too much.

Too much for her to carry. Too much for him to hold back.

Her voice, when it came, was soft. Raw. Wrecked.

“You’re real—”

She said it like a confession. Like a plea. Like a prayer.

Her shoulders shook with the kind of crying that came from the bottom of a soul. No theatrics. Just pain meeting peace and not knowing how to carry both in the same body.

Jimmy rested his chin gently on the top of her head, his hand curling behind her neck like it had always known where to go. He didn’t speak, not with words.

But he spoke through the way his arms tightened. Through the way his breath stilled against her temple. Through the way his heart kept pace with hers.

“You’re real—” she whispered again. “You’re real…�� “You’re real.”

As if saying it might make the truth settle. As if it would prove the years of wondering, of waiting, weren’t just some dream she made up in loneliness.

Jimmy closed his eyes, his throat thick.

This was the same girl who used to whisper to him in the dark when she was scared to take a math test. The same voice that hummed lullabies and cursed out her teammates and called him Soundboy in her softest moods. The same one who refused to let the world know how badly she hurt, except for him.

Now she was in his arms. Her body warm. Her curls brushing his chin. Her tears soaking into his shirt.

He wanted to tell her a thousand things. That he moved to New York for her. That he watched every game. That he hated every man she ever touched. That he knew she liked cheese and ranch in her spaghetti and cherry Sprite on the side. That he built entire albums around her silence. That he loved her in ways he had no language for.

But for now, he just held her. Because that was what she needed. Not explanations. Not declarations.

Just him.

And she was still trembling, still clutching him like he was the last lifeline in a world that kept demanding she be invincible.

“You’re real,” she whispered one last time, softer now.

And he breathed against her ear.

“I’ve always been here, glow.”

CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE "When I See You"

It was the kind of moment that would’ve been poetic if the universe didn’t have such a twisted sense of humor.

Corinne was still trembling against Jimmy’s chest, still clutching him like she didn’t trust gravity, still murmuring those words—“you’re real”—like she was trying to cast a spell to keep him from disappearing.

And then, just as the flood of emotion was finally starting to settle into something quiet and sacred—

“I put your picture on my mirror…”

Her whole body went still.

She blinked. Pulled her head back. Her lips parted in slow-motion horror.

“Start to blush when somebody says your name…”

Her eyes flicked toward the speakers. Toward Fantasia. Toward the absurd, heavenly cruelty of that damn song.

“…ain’t no way,” she croaked, voice tight with a breathless disbelief laugh, one hand covering her mouth. “Ain’t no way Fantasia just did this to me right now—”

Jimmy huffed out something like a laugh, warm and low in his chest, watching her unravel in real-time. There were fresh tears in her eyes now, but not the same kind—these were the overwhelmed kind. The oh my God is this real life kind.

She sniffled, then gave him a watery glare that didn’t hold any real venom. “I swear to God, if When I See You plays on my wedding day, I’m leaving you at the altar.”

He smiled for real then. Soft. Unshaken. Like he’d wait at that altar forever if she made him.

Her hands moved on instinct, one still clutched in his shirt, the other shaking as she reached up—delicate, cautious—as if touching him would make the whole thing collapse. Her fingers pressed against the side of his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, his cheek, his temple.

And then she just held him there, palm cupped against skin. As if to ground herself. As if to see.

He leaned into her hand. And that was when she really started crying again.

“Don’t do that,” she whispered thickly. “Don’t be real. I can’t take it if you’re real.”

“I’ve always been real,” he whispered back. “You’re just finally looking at me.”

She let out a choked laugh, shaking her head like the moment was too big for her to hold.

“This is insane,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “But you look beautiful.”

“You said that earlier.”

“I’ll say it every day you let me.”

They kept swaying—Fantasia be damned—with her fingertips still on his face, and his arms wrapped tight around her middle, and the whole club dancing around them like they weren’t the epicenter of something seismic.

She looked up at him again, eyes shimmering.

“I don’t know how to do this.”

“Good,” he said quietly. “Then we’ll figure it out together.”

CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO "The Beginning"

They left before anyone noticed—just a look between them, a barely-there nod, and her hand finding his without needing to ask. The Harlem night air had cooled just enough to make her goosebumps rise, though she wasn’t sure if it was the breeze or him.

She followed him without question. Through the murmuring streets, into his car—black, sleek, music humming low through the speakers like even it knew what was happening between them. Neither of them said a word.

The silence between them wasn’t awkward. It was charged.

By the time they reached the building and he opened the door for her—just a quiet gesture, no need to explain—her feet carried her inside like she’d done it before. Like some piece of her remembered. As if this had always been the destination.

She didn’t know how her hoodie came off. Didn’t remember kicking her sneakers to the side. All she remembered was his mouth on hers the second the door clicked shut.

Her back hit the wall, his hands spreading across the small of her back like he’d been starved for the shape of her. And she felt it—the pull, the recognition—not to the name he never gave her, not to the face she’d never seen clearly until now, but to him.

The soul. The voice. The presence.

And when her hands ran under his shirt and tugged it over his head, and when their bodies came together in a flurry of mouths and heat and desperate touches—it was like something holy cracked open.

They didn’t stumble. They moved.

Like they’d done this before.

Like their bodies remembered what their minds were only just catching up to.

And when he finally entered her, both of them breathless and clinging like lifelines, she choked on a sob, and he kissed it away. Their rhythm was fire and gravity. A meeting point of years apart and lifetimes searching. Her nails scraped down his back. His fingers gripped her thighs like they were his final anchor.

“You feel like home,” she whispered hoarsely.

“You are home,” he breathed back against her jaw.

And when they came undone—her head thrown back, his name unspoken but known—it felt like the universe shifted. Like the stars themselves sighed in relief.

When they finally collapsed together, tangled in each other’s skin, their breaths loud in the quiet, she curled against his chest, slick with sweat and still trembling. He held her like he’d never let her go again.

And she still didn’t know his name.

But she knew his laugh. Knew his thoughts before he spoke. Knew the way his soul sang when he was near her.

And that? That was enough.

For now.

Because this wasn’t an ending. This was the beginning.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE "Introductions"

The air between them was thick with steam and stillness, their skin still glistening with sweat, hearts trying to return to a rhythm that wasn’t synced to longing and climax. The quiet didn’t feel empty—it felt earned. Like the hush after a storm that had been a lifetime coming.

Corinne lay in the low cradle of his arms, her legs tangled with his, her eyes fluttering between exhaustion and disbelief. She’d never been held like this. Not after. Not like she mattered. Not like someone gave a damn about what came next.

He moved gently, reverently—like touching her was still something sacred.

She blinked as he sat up and disappeared for a moment, returning with a damp cloth. No hesitation, no awkwardness. Just that same magnetic pull, the same intimate knowing in the way he touched her—this time with care, not hunger. The same hands that had gripped her hips now ran soothingly along her thighs, wiping her down with patience and precision. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t protest.

It was quiet, but not silent. And then—his voice, soft but grounded.

“Jonathan Fatu.”

It stopped her breath.

She blinked, slow and stunned, her whole body pausing in real time as her gaze snapped up to him.

He was looking at her—completely bare, completely unguarded. Vulnerability in the edges of his mouth, in the way he said it like an offering. His name. The one she'd never known, the one she'd tried not to guess for years. The man in her mind, in her head, her soul—finally real.

She stared.

Then suddenly—bright laughter burst out of her.

Not mocking. Not confused.

Relieved.

Cathartic.

That soft, raspy, gorgeous laugh that he remembered from their childhood conversations, when she’d giggle at dumb jokes or after they’d said something too intimate too young, and neither had the language to call it love.

She sat up, bare and breathless, grinning like her whole chest had split open in joy. Her curls wild around her face, a blush rising high across her cheeks, chest rising and falling with exertion and disbelief.

She reached out, palm open like a handshake between soulmates.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Jonathan Fatu.”

And then she smirked, her voice dropping, cheeky and sultry all in one—

“I’m Corinne Monroe. But I guess you can call me whatever the fuck you want.”

He took her hand. Pressed his lips to her knuckles.

“Glow,” he whispered.

She shivered.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR "Daybreak"

It didn’t feel like sex.

Not the second time.

It felt like something else, like the prayers of their childhood had finally been answered through their bodies—his hands like scripture pressed to her ribs, her nails etched across his back like forgotten verses only he was meant to read.

There was no rush, no clumsiness. Just the steady unraveling of two people who had carried each other in silence for far too long.

Between breaths, between the shuffle of sheets and designer bedding that clung low on their hips and ankles, they spilled into each other again. It wasn’t about lust—not solely. It was spiritual. A slow burn that threatened to consume them in the hush of the bedroom, where nothing mattered outside the four walls, not even their names.

She whispered things—soft, unsteady, needed—against the line of his throat.

He breathed in her hair like it was oxygen, his arms banded around her like the world would end if he let go.

They moved like they’d been lovers for lifetimes.

And when daybreak crept in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting their bare skin in honey-gold light, it didn’t disrupt the magic—it revealed it.

Her curls were a halo on the pillow, tangled and soft, and her cheek was pressed to his chest, eyes fluttering as his fingers traced idle shapes along the curve of her waist. She looked up once, sleepy and shy, lips kiss-bruised and smiling faint.

But it wasn’t until she shifted, shyly burying her face into his shoulder, her voice barely a rasp of a question against the heat of his skin—

“I guess... breakfast?”

That he let out a low chuckle and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Only if you make it weird,” he murmured teasingly.

“What, like chocolate chip waffles and cran-apple juice weird?” she mumbled.

He paused, lips parting, heart stuttering.

She looked up—grinning—and he knew.

He just knew.

“I remember everything,” she whispered.

And he realized: so did he.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE "Chocolate Chip Waffles and Heart Attacks"

It was the sound of a cabinet closing softly that pulled him out of a daze.

Jonathan—Jimmy—stood shirtless at the edge of his own damn kitchen, jaw slack, eyes pinned to the very real sight of her, Corinne Monroe, barefoot in his t-shirt, curls piled on top of her head in a messy bun, tattoos on full display under the morning sun filtering through the windows.

And she was humming.

She was humming the same off-key rendition of “Tell Him” she used to hum at age eleven when she was making her pretend spaghetti dinners and talking to a voice in her head that made her feel less alone.

Except now—now she was real.

Making waffles.

In his kitchen.

He didn’t even breathe as he watched her move, the perfect curl of her wrist as she whisked something in a bowl, the casual sway of her hips with each movement. This wasn’t lust. This wasn’t infatuation.

This was a fever dream built on twenty years of quiet knowing.

He almost didn’t hear her at first when she said it.

“Just so you know… I’m married.”

The whisk stopped. The air changed.

His heart slammed against his ribs. He blinked, once, twice, mouth parting but no words coming out. He looked at her, and she wasn’t facing him. Still stirring. Still calm. Like she hadn’t just taken a blade to his chest and twisted.

His hands clenched at his sides. His lips pressed into a line.

Married?

Everything inside him buckled in silence. His brain ran through scenarios—was it someone recent? Someone before? Had he been too late?

She still didn’t turn. Still didn’t say anything.

Until—

She looked up with a wicked glint in her eye, then cracked a grin so wide and bright it nearly knocked the wind from his lungs.

“I cannot believe you fell for that, Jimmy.”

She burst out laughing, holding the spatula like a trophy and pointing it at him, eyes crinkling with delight.

“You—your face, oh my God! You looked like you were about to throw yourself out the window.”

He didn’t say anything for a beat.

Then he blinked once.

Then twice.

Then—

“You’re evil.”

“And you love it.”

He crossed the kitchen in two long strides and lifted her effortlessly onto the counter, the bowl of batter forgotten as he gripped her thighs, stepping between them.

“You are not allowed to play with me like that,” he growled into the space where her laughter melted against his mouth.

“I’ve loved you since we were ten, you psycho.”

She grinned, smug and soft all at once, brushing her nose against his.

“Yeah?” she whispered.

“Yeah.”

She nudged the spatula against his cheek lovingly.

“Good. Now let me feed you before I knock your sexy ass out with this waffle iron.”

And God, he’d never felt so fucking at home.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX "Eggs, Silence, and Soulmates"

Breakfast tasted like a beginning.

Jimmy sat at the island in his kitchen, chest bare, still recovering from the emotional whiplash of the "I'm married" stunt while Corinne moved like she owned the place. She kind of did now. His heart, his kitchen, his mornings—she had them all.

The smell of chocolate chip waffles and turkey bacon curled through the air. She danced a little as she flipped the last waffle, humming low to herself, still riding the high of her own joke, a smug grin tugging at her lips.

“You should’ve seen your face,” she said again through a giggle.

“I should throw this juice at you,” he muttered, sipping the cran-apple she poured for him—because of course she remembered.

“You wouldn’t dare.” She raised an eyebrow, hip cocked, spatula resting on her tattooed forearm like a warning.

He wouldn’t. He absolutely would not.

She brought over their plates—his arranged with quiet precision, hers messier, syrup already soaking the waffle. Because of course.

“Still a criminal for the ranch thing, you know,” he said.

“Still you who ate it without question when we were eleven.”

He smiled. She smirked. They both ate in easy silence for a few minutes, save for the occasional soft clink of fork to plate, the gentle low hum of old school R&B playing from the speakers in the corner.

Something old. Something soulful.

He kept sneaking glances at her.

At the soft slope of her shoulder where his shirt had slipped.

At the way she chewed and grinned like she was proud of every bite.

At the occasional brush of her bare thigh against his leg under the table like she needed the closeness to be real.

He remembered when she told him once—back when they were fifteen—that the idea of being seen terrified her. That even in a room full of people, she’d felt invisible her whole life.

And now here she was. Tangible. Messy. Glorious. His.

“What?” she asked, catching his stare, cheeks full of waffle.

He shrugged.

“Just waiting for the next lie. You gonna tell me you’re pregnant with twins too?”

She choked on her bite, covering her mouth as she laughed hard.

“Yo, you are so mad still.”

“I almost died, Corinne.”

“You didn’t even faint, dramatic ass.”

They were still laughing, still bantering, as they finished their food. At one point she disappeared for a moment and came back with two spoons and a pint of ice cream because she didn’t feel like making fruit.

“Breakfast dessert,” she said, dropping onto the stool beside him.

He scooped a bite and held it out. She leaned in, lips brushing his knuckles as she accepted it.

“We’re gonna be disgusting, aren’t we?” she asked.

“God, I hope so.”

They sat like that for a while. Quiet. Close.

Eventually, her head found his shoulder. Her fingers laced with his. The sun climbed higher through the windows.

And for the first time since they were ten years old—after years of whispers and rules and aching distance—they were here. Real. Together.

No secrets.

No ghosts.

Just Corinne and Jimmy.

Just breakfast.

Just forever slowly, finally beginning.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN "City Ghosts and Soulmate Things"

It was a lazy Tuesday in Manhattan, just past noon, and no one knew that the WNBA’s favorite comeback story and one of the industry’s most elusive music producers had slipped out into the city. Together.

Corinne wore a gray hoodie three sizes too big—his hoodie, of course. Her curls were tucked into a loose bun, a pair of gold hoops glinting in the sun. Jimmy had on sweats, a fitted cap, sunglasses low on his nose. He walked half a step behind her, like he couldn’t believe she was real, like if he blinked too long she’d vanish back into the dream.

“You’re following me,” she said with a smirk, glancing over her shoulder.

“I’ve been following you since I was ten, Mo.”

That made her blush, and she hated that he could still do that to her with one sentence. She tossed him a sideways glare over her shoulder, but he just grinned.

They moved through SoHo slowly. No real destination. They stopped at a tiny hole-in-the-wall bookstore, and he watched as she ran her fingers across the spines, lingering over the poetry section like it was holy. She flipped through a slim volume, then passed it to him without looking.

“Page thirty-four. It reminded me of us.”

He read it silently. He didn’t say anything after. Just paid for the book.

Later, they shared a smoothie. A ridiculously overpriced matcha-something she ordered. He hated it but drank it anyway because she was smiling at him with juice on her mouth, and he was convinced this was what heaven must feel like.

They ducked into a small thrift shop where she picked up a faded Tupac tee and made him try on three jackets before giving a satisfied nod.

“You look like you ruin women’s lives in this one. Keep it.”

He paid for that too.

They wandered into a quiet park and sat on a bench like two strangers who didn’t know the world knew them separately but not together. She leaned into his side, her hand tucked inside his hoodie pocket with his, and neither said much. She just watched people pass with their dogs, their kids, their loud laughter.

“Sometimes I forget how loud the world is,” she said.

“You’ve always lived in it louder than me.”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “but you’ve always been the quietest part of my head. Still are.”

He rested his chin on her head at that.

They stayed like that until the sun started dipping. Until her phone buzzed with missed texts and her assistant losing their mind about where she was.

“You’re gonna disappear again, aren’t you?” he asked quietly.

She didn’t answer right away. Then she looked up at him, solemn, honest.

“Not from you. Not anymore.”

He believed her.

Back at his place, hours later, she stole another one of his hoodies and fell asleep on his couch. He didn’t wake her. Just pulled a blanket over her, pressed a kiss to her hair, and whispered into the stillness:

“You found me.”

And maybe… maybe she heard it in her sleep.

Because she smiled.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT "Can’t Be Just Friends"

It was supposed to be a quiet night. Pasta was halfway cold on the stove, wine untouched on the counter. Her duffel sat by the door, and he was pacing. Again.

“So what—this is just casual now?” Jimmy’s voice boomed through the apartment, sharp and unfiltered. “We sleep together, you wear my hoodies, make waffles in my kitchen—then go back to calling this some undefined thing?”

Corinne stood across from him, arms crossed tight, jaw clenched. Her curls were wild, damp from the shower, no makeup, just raw nerves and realness. “Don’t yell at me like I haven’t been trying to figure this out every second since that damn night,” she snapped.

“I’m not yelling because I don’t care, Mo. I’m yelling because I do.”

He wasn’t even mad, not really. He was unraveling.

“I’ve loved you since I was ten. Ten! And now you’re here in my house, in my bed, and you expect me to just date you like we’re strangers?”

She swallowed hard, the words landing in her chest like bricks. “Jonathan, I only learned your name two weeks ago. I don’t know how to—how to move through something this big like it’s normal!”

“It’s not normal,” he said hoarsely. “It’s us.”

“I know!” she yelled back, eyes glossing with something hot and frustrated. “That’s the damn problem! I know you too well and not enough all at once. And I can’t breathe sometimes because of how much this is.”

He stepped closer.

“You really think I could just be your friend, Glow? After hearing you cry through the link, after knowing every time you were hurt or alone or laughing with someone who wasn’t me? After knowing what you sound like when you fall apart in my arms?”

Silence crackled between them.

Then it snapped.

She surged forward, hands gripping his hoodie as his mouth found hers. Messy. Angry. Desperate. His hands were already under her shirt, lifting her onto the wall like she weighed nothing. Her legs wrapped around his waist. There was no grace, just heat—months, years of tension colliding like lightning strikes.

Her back hit the wall and she gasped his name, and he swallowed it like oxygen.

“You don’t get to shut me out,” he growled into her neck, voice thick. “Not after this. Not anymore.”

“I wasn’t trying to,” she whispered back. “I’m scared.”

“So am I.”

She kissed him again, like it was the only way to keep from saying something that would break them.

When it was over, they slid down the wall together. Her head rested on his shoulder, his arm wrapped tight around her.

Neither said anything for a while.

She didn’t bring up the friend thing again.

She didn’t have to.

[ddv1ex]

Welcome to my tumblr!

Personal info

Real name: Daryna

Preffered nickname: DDV

Gender: girl, she/her

Age:16

Birthday: 5 April

Motherland, current living: Ukraine, currently Germany

Likes: drawing, sewing, food, cooking, math, chemistry, history, psychology, physics, german, english, japanese, my family, friends, characters.

Dislikes: rudeness, unconstructive critique, racists, homophobes, basically all hateful people to specific groups + all other problematic people and ships.

Main fandoms: undertale, deltarune, jojo's bizarre adventure, cry of fear.

Other fandoms: omori, bleach, hello charlotte(all parts), my little pony, milk outside a bag of milk.., milk inside a bag of milk.., fear&hunger, black souls, shattered pixel dungeon, doctor stone, death note.

Series and movies: dexter, breaking bad, you, the office, hannibal, truman show, drive, fight club, american psycho, better call saul, donnie darko, the sopranos, barry, bojack horseman.

Musicbands: nirvana, sally the band, твое нежное безу��ие, свидетельство о смерти, rory in the early 20s, fried by flouride, whatsaheart, strange boutique, [undertale songs].

My personality: heh.., edgy, nonchalant, dark, morbid, mysterious, depressed, horny. Nothing like yall.

My media

I have three tumblr accs:

@ddv1ex – my main acc with my artworks and reblogs.(check "more" under faq)

@ask-gumsey – ask/blog about my undertale fan character Gumsey.

@shokomelon – an ask/blog about my oc Shokomelon.

Other media(its all in russian):

Tiktok: @ddv...ex

Telegram: Повседневка DDV

Youtube: @no.name59

My creativity

Arts: Shokomelon/my Avatar

Deal. 2 art Genderbend The cycle of returns Шокомелон «Happy» new year Reminiscence Among the endless universes Burning in hell. Together! Relief Meme redraw Save the psychedelic! Thoughts The dance of su1c1dal Blood bond Disturbance Saviour Collab with Ali-Anne

Undertale related

Dreemurr's family sad sans Demon Frisk collab Capistrum!Frisk Frisk and Chara from Riltela Art for roleplay Capistrum comic Forgettable Papyrus Stop. making. me. horny. Storyspin Sans extra sans sprites Error!Papyrus take Killer!sans Angst Sans with ear defenders Mafia Sans and Papyrus Chara's sprites Cat sans Dtiys Dust sans Human Sans and Papyrus Baby bones beautiful sketch Am I Really The •Great• Papyrus? Anime style sans Frisk's sprites Hell attacks [Mislee and Osun] Frisk drawing Frisk and 6 souls Riverman Last breath sans Once upon a time Charisk

Cry of fear related(Community VIP)

Simon Herrikson David holding Simon.. Simon(morphine) Book Simon and (dead)[ass]Sophie

Jojo related

Joseph Joestar Okuyasu crying Scene redraw#2 Best jobros duo Kono Dio da

Other fandoms i drew once

The Batter Rukiya Omori and dark Basil(whatever) Stupid Shadow art Miku in yet another fandom Curry and Anya

Original art

Woman from meme redraw(pls dont look i dont like this art) My friend in maid dress Seaside The blessed one Hell is an endless wasteland Creepy eyes Sunflowers

Animation: Original animation

Dark knight For my old oc

Undertale related

Lento and Stuffie: Skeletwins AU

Voiceacting: Undertale related

Skeletwins AU: sans mitosis Cømmunist Chara vs (certain) German Sans (part 1) Cømmunist Chara vs (certain) German Sans (part 2)

Cry of fear(Community VIP)

4 Ending 1 Ending 3 Ending 2 Ending

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[If someone didn't find specific art you wanted or i forgot to add to the list, you can search through hashtags related to fandom, for example #undertale , #shokomelon etc. It will shorten your search.]

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I'm a creative person, so i would be glad if you check my arts here. Have fun, buddies!

[thatonespriteobsessedbitch]

thought I was in my speak now era, then I dyed my hair red and thought I was in my reputation era

nope

turns out I'm in my "this is me trying" era

[short-for-melancholy]

Ask game: Any three numbers that add up to 72

hrm... maths....

48. when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

i believe i was 25 or so! it was apple whiskey and sprite. pretty ok stuff!

9. which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

not a huge fan of coffee generally, but i could get super down with a good frappe.

15. are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

ALL answers? then yes. i got in touch with my inner child and adopted her. she likes Naps and Gears and she hates Sounds and Touches.

[sandwhich-lady]

The time has finally come. Over all four years of my high school career I made a running list of quotes from high school and I vowed to post it when I graduated. And well, the time has come. So without further ado I present

Things High Schoolers Have Said: A Saga

Freshman year:

*while talking to a teacher* "this just proves short people are a menace to society"

"If we were comparing to spices, you *points at teacher* would be a ghost pepper and you *points at friend* would be ketchup"

Someone walking by: "like oh, hell is real"

"No dont trust me"

"You need to eat food bitch"

*talking about people hating pineapple on pizza* "I hope you had a satisfactory life because Imma end it"

"The eyesore of a church the sky daddy punished me with"

"Frankly, I dont know if I've been alive for 200 days"

"Are you eating a fucking egg with pineapple"

"They're like oh highschool is preparing you for college and then you get to college and your professor shows up in a t-shirt and shorts and with a jug of sprite"

"I had a very strong urge to eat my math homework" -me

"Honestly at this rate, why dont you trust me?"

"Because I still have some hope yet"

*laughs* " wow I dont know how to crush that"

"...There are cursive numbers??"

Sophomore year:

"Dont do anything you wont regret"

"I dont have the energy to bounce, Amy"

"I'm gonna quit band so I can work on actually not killing myself"

"I have the mentality of a 12 year old who just discovered sex"

"YOU GOTTA FLOWWW"

"LET ME ABSORB THE POTATO"

"You are so white. You are *so* white oh my god the the double l in El Pollo Loco not pronounced like a hard l! It's a yo sound"

"Apparently the bugs are really horny today"

"Wait where are you going?"

"I've been traumatized enough"

*stares at smushed sandwhich like questioning the audacity*

*yelled* "You're a loser! Talk to me when you're over five feet tall!"

"Crying, shaking, throwing up. Violently shaking."

"Ah! My lightsaber is stuck" -my euro teacher

"I cant wear crocs, I'm a 6'3" white guy"

"Kangaroos are like standing rabbits"

*picking victims for a murder mystery game*

"Mr [teacher's]...wife"

"Leave her out of this!"

"Is joe biden your phone lock screen?"

*offended* "no its pitbull"

"I almost punched a freshman yesterday"

"How much would you sell your soul for?"

"Panera bread mac n cheese"

"What's the point of fanfiction if it doesnt have sex in it?"

"Nah hes 32, not years old, cause that would be pedophilia"

"You shower naked??"

"I really want to annihilate an uncut loaf of bread"

"However, I think the disco ball constitutes sexy time"

"Sometimes, we all have to get married, and polygamy can be a byproduct of that, for the good of all humanity"

"I'd rather be gay than [be around] drunk men"

"Do you think I could fuck the liberty bell?"

"If you wear those fucking shoes to prom, I will curb stomp you and leave you in the McDonalds parking lot"

"Sometimes you're a little mentally funky"

"My stomach hurts so bad right now. If I throw up, sorry 🤷‍♀️"

"People were trying to commit social interaction with me so I had to leave the classroom"

"I've been channeling all my insanity into [AP] chem all year and now that's its done... I'm just insane"

"I feel like I inhaled liquid crack"

"Why is there communism?!"- looks up in math class to see the communist symbol drawn on the board

Junior Year:

"Bro you'll never guess who I saw"

"Who?"

"Everyone we hate"

-on the first day of school

"Hold it STEADILY, like a BAGUETTE"

"I may be a little obsessed with soup"

*emerging from behind a pillar* "a little? a LITTLE???"

"You're gonna pass out, that's on you"

"I would kill for a baby leopard"

"Everyone in set crew knows my name because you guys keep on yelling it"

"Did you just tell me to piss in a bucket??"

"You're the adolf Hitler of ladders"

"No we're going to invade crustacean world, duh"

"What if hes not here today?"

"No he is, hes wearing his lighting McQueen crocs"

"You're a potato colored mashed potato"

*wrapped in a pumpkin blanket* "its spooky season !!"

"I'm bringing something from my culture...beans on toast"

"But it was funny, therefore I have no regrets"

"What are you testing?"

"Uhh, my will to live"

"What constitutes above average calves?"

"I hate gifts and I hate you! *trips* ...that was karma"

"I can bring sauces...I can bring a variety of sauce" (for waffles)

"Let me be your roomba" to the tune of 🎶let me be your woman🎵

"Life in the midwest used to be really lonely and isolated and like sad...seems to be the same today"

"I don't want to go to No Place for Hate because...I love hating"

"If the grades dont touch neither do you"

"Anything can be a tortellini if you try hard enough"

"Lauren, does this curve look stupid"

"Its almost kidnapping. We dont do that here"

"Would you tell us [the embarrassing nickname] if Landon rizzed you up?"

"No"

"You heartless bitch"

"My moms a marriot slut"

"I think I can gaslight her into giving me an A"

"Their buttholes would have been shaking!"

"Their buttholes WERE shaking"

"Nuh uh!"

"I feel like I should be eating more strawberries...I think god told me"

"So I have to buy it on amazon like a fucking capitalist"

"SUE ME FOR BEING WHITE" -after a heated discussion about bagels

"But like who in their right mind would name their child 'funny valentine'?"

"Wait why did you say 'happy eggs'?"

"No you are not doing a homestuck quote"

Creative writing teacher: "if you do a homestuck quote you will be penalized"

"Mine's an ant romcom"

"Get your baby out of my marmalade"

"I just had the most refreshing five minute nap"

"He bit half the worm and we were like ryan no"

"Anyway, as I was saying, you look like a penguin"

"Are you shitting my dick!"

*after taking a math quiz*

"I'm gonna throw away this pencil, its cursed"

"Got that D tingle"

"I hate it here"

"I'm either the smartest person alive or dumb as shit"

“I get chills when she sings that part”

"I get chills when you shut your mouth"

"[This theatre company] is going to have so many suitcases. Maybe next year we can do a play about planes"

"Thank you?"

"Its a compliment"

"Thank you!"

"Wheres the quicky changy... excuse my lango"

"And colleges want to see that you're suffering"

*playing a game where you pick a category and name things in that category as fast as you can* "Marvel characters. Magneto!"

"Uhh dementia"

"If my heels arent in here I'm wearing crocs"

*comparing id/drivers license photos*

"I look like I'm on drugs"

"I look like I sold you the drugs"

Student A: "Arent we just the best students?"

Teacher: "Uh huh"

Student A: "That didn't sound very sincere"

Student B: "That's because it wasnt"

Student A: "oh"

Senior year:

“I pip pip and I cheerio, it’s just what I do”

“Excuse me, I need to be a little bitch”

*to psych teacher* “I was just wondering, since you’re antisocial, how did back to school night go?”

“I’m not saying a narc and a twink is the same thing, I’m saying you look like a narc AND a twink”

“You know how to turn that on??”

“Yeah, there’s an on button!”

“Bro I went to the beach recently and like I’ve never felt water like that before”

*talking about the existence of chocolate cows*

*from across the room* “what did you just call me?!?”

“What the fuck is anthropology? Is that plants?”

*to phone* “call pickle”

“Oh fiddlesticks!”

“Oh shitdicks!”

“I caught a charizard! I’m gonna name it penis!”

“People keep calling me baby shark and I just want to *strangling motion*, I want to tell them I’m not baby shark, I’m mommy shark”

“Some of these presentations are not going to eat, and I’m gonna be mad because I love a good slideshow”

Friend: “Carissa, why is your laptop so big?”

Me: “what?!” *looks around for validation*

Other friend: “look, I didn’t wanna say anything…”

*someone absolutely headbanging to Last Christmas*

*psych teacher going on a tangent*

“What’s he yapping about?”

“The uzsh (usual)”

*while running past us* “I parked my car in fucking Timbuktu”

*a little later*

Me: “this isn’t Timbuktu, this is like Canada”

*about Winston from 1984* “Damn this bitch is weak…I could bench him”

“So not a fursona but a humansona”

“I feel like I wanna build a bomb”- said in a physics classroom hopped up on Celsius

“Ugh this is so greasy”

“Just how I like my women…I don’t know why I said that”

*about a pair of butterfly scissors* “Look! It’s a little butterfly! Flap flap bitch”

“Are you being racist against clowns?”

“I think I’m gonna go home and do a backflip”

“You’re a furry”

“And you’re a whore”

“I know :)”

“I don’t even like books but I like women”

“Who wouldn’t want this hunk of meat” - tiny Asian girl

*after saying something nice about him* “No but also Carson you suck and you’re awful and we all hate you”

*wins blooket* “I guess I am serving cunt today”

A: “If you were a worm, what’s the first thing you would do?”

B: “Uhh burrow in the dirt.”

A: “That’s such a basic answer”

B: “Well what would you do??”

A: “World domination.”

[some time later]

A: “If you were a cricket what would you do?”

B: “World domination”

A: *weird look* “uh…ok”

B: “What would you do???”

A: “I don’t know, chirp”

“She was like ‘can someone read the definition of male vocalist?’ We don’t even have a male vocalist! The entire cast is nuns!”

“I have this theory, from what I’ve observed. Guys act gayer, girls are gayer”

Psych teacher: “what are you gonna do in Australia? Engineering?”

Alumni: “I’m gonna do women”

“You know what sounds really good right now?”

“S’mores?”

“Jumping off a fucking cliff”

“I was gonna serve cunt today but I slept in. I’ll serve cunt tomorrow”

“I wish I was able to hibernate. I wish I was given the same grace bears wear given”

“What are you so happy about?”

“I have CHICKEN!!”

“I’m gonna bark at him”

“I am sorry to disappoint everyone, but I am a straight individual”

“Four plus four equals ate”

“Ooh what’s 64 divided by 2”

“…32?”

“Oh-“ *was trying to get eight*

“Oh my god, oh my god”

*concerned* “what??”

“My uterus.”

“This train is so hot [read: attractive]”

“That’s called a concussion sweetie”

*to psych teacher* “you have stds?”

“You think he has women??”

“Did I ask?”

“No but I answered”

“Knock knock”

“Who’s there”

“Banana- wait no”

“The chicken is suicidal, the chicken is depressed, and I am the chicken” - about why did the chicken cross the road

“If I wanna hear sonic injesting coke, then I’m going to hear sonic injesting coke godammit”

“This is my bad ear-“

“The fact that you have a bad ear is really concerning”

“Well you have two bad eyes so fuck you”

[colourful-void]

I have finished Virtue's Last Reward!

what was that.

-

alright thoughts, here we go!

Im glad the time paradox thing was addressed, to my understanding it's like. the two branches diverge no matter what, but instead of living through the Good Branch, we're here on the Bad Branch. it's not going to cease to exist if Phi and Sigma and kyle??? can change the past, we're just fucked.

I'm with Tenmyouji! Junpei is never wrong I agree with him always. That is not the Akane Kurashiki i once knew. She is long gone. (spike chunsoft please bring her back)

This ending is so much more of a downer than the last one. I'm a little bummed out actually. Like I know Akane's telling me its up to me to save the world and everything but like. It's a narrative video game fuck the world man I want my little guys to be happy. 999 was weird as shit and has like. a higher active body body count (3 characters in game die no matter what as opposed to vlr's 0, but 7 billion if u count. the earth.), but despite all that? the ending feels hopeful. and then really weird because alice being there was such a jarring shift but like ignoring alice?? very good.

Actually, Akane talking to Kyle felt more like she was talking to me, Void, more than any other interaction in this entire game. "You want to know what happens between Dec24 and new years eve? then you have to go back. you have to do it." It's like a threat. What the hell akane. I do want to know. you're going to make me play another game but ur fucking right i do wanna know.

I'm glad that Tenmyouji and Quark will stay together. I love you Quark. I love you tenmyouji.

Seriously Phi explains jackshit.

Game thoughts as a whole! Uhh a little mixed? mixed! there's more I like than I dislike, but my thoughts are kind of. muddled a bit

A lot of things were frustrating (mainly puzzles) but a lot of things were really exciting (mainly story).

some puzzles were really exciting and fun (the whole archives, the lounge, the final cube puzzle, the pec door puzzles, the rec room) and some were really annoying (darts, most of the pantry, anything with a lot of math and cross referencing really). ((some of this is because im bad at puzzles!!)

Most of the story was really fun (All of Quark and Tenmyouji really, Luna's backstory, Dio's backstory i still hate him but its good, K's initial backstory just from his ending, going through the different endings and combinbing knowlege from em,) Some of it was really annoying (Sigma being gross to the girls, the weird radical 6 based contradictions, a significant portion of the ending though i dont feel fair making a full judgement on it because half of it still makes no sense to me and im not sure how much of this is sequel bait, the general sudden downer shift of it all)

menuing and q-o-l wise: i did get used to the sprites and menuing, though part of that comes from a shift to displaying it on my tv (the display darkens and softens it out a bit so its nicer,) and getting a controller (item tabbing!!!) though i never really ended up using the ingame notes past the first room. instead i took paper ntoes and my journal is a mess for it. i do have a very important complaint to raise re game display:

THE FUCKING MAP SECTIONS TAKE WAY TOO LONG!!!! unless you're already fastforwarding, it's really slow and there's no way to skip it! I know where the lounge is by now this is my 7th run but no i've gotta watch the little dot move all the way from the b floor warehouse and it's just really annoying. why was there not an option to just skip it. goddamn.

In review: im not sure what to think about vlr yet? It's definitely left me much more conflicted than 999, and I probably like 999 more overall. The twists in vlr were really fun and unexpected (favourites are the inital betrayal from alice turning into an ally, seeing k's mask come off, tenmyouji's picture of akane, the first time more stuff was added to the flowchart like that, seeing the moon and everything.) and there were a lot more of them, but i think the ones in 999 hit me harder, while there were fewer. (Learning akane was who died, learning ace's identity, when the dialouge switches to first person).

But i;ll be fair, I was probably always going to be biased towards 999? it's aesthetics are more my taste and while this sounds weird it's... a lot more down to earth than vlr? Vlr is really high concept and i feel like if I spend some time with it or look at stuff AROUND it i'll grow into it. but it's a lot more than i usually. swallow at once. im a weak man okay my brain can't handle it.

Vlr's ending much like it's beginning is gonna be one of those things i thing where at first im like 'fuck this' and then over time im going to really love it. I'm already liking it a lot more than I did like. 15 hours ago.

Will I play Zero Time Dilemma?

Well im curious where the story goes, but I'm also wondering like. Yes? Play it? or is like a 'play the first two and pretend zero time dilemma never happened' situation. my only interaction with the fandom of zero escape is whatever you all send me, and a meme of akane my brother once found.

Here's the part where I was gonna say that video games are expensive and I'd see based on ppl's reccomendations and pricing and how much I'd need to save whether and when i'd get it but like. i forgot steam summer sale is on and it's like. 9 dollars right now so I'll probably get it anyway.

still curious though, other people's opinions, please weigh in! do you think I'm being too harsh to vlr? is there something I haven't considered? do you need to play ZTD to really give VLR a fair shot? what are your favourite parts of vlr? did i completely fail to read something important in the game and its fucking my perception. should i go back and play those two endings that fuck over quark i avoided?

let me know!!

[thatrandomlemononyourcounter1]

can I get your teetle head canons homie?

...which ones?

Cause like there's 2012, Rise, bayverse, mutant mayhem- yk?

I'm gonna guess and say Rise cause that's the only thing I've posted about so far

Let's start with Raph lol

He likes to work out and train really early in the morning cause everyone's asleep and it's super peaceful.

His favorite drink is hot cocoa with those giant marshmallows and whipped cream

When he's bored, he likes to shadow box the air

His favorite superhero is Thor because he's also really buff but a total sweetheart

His love language is Quality Time (don't come for me)

He's blind in the eye that was punctured from the Kraang, so it's hard for him to read things

Even harder cause he's dyslexic

When he can't sleep from nightmares, he tends to train with Buddy to take his mind off of it.

He loves teddy bears (But that's canon so)

He really wishes that he could be friends with humans and they wouldn't be so scared of him

Is the one who volunteers at Todd's the most

Also is the biggest supporter of Cass's Girl Scouts

I'm gonna do Leo next (Side note he's my favorite so I have a lot more for him ;-;)

This man...makes all the puns. Sometimes when he can't sleep, he'll go on Reddit (or whatever) and look up puns/pick up lines

He doesn't sleep all the time, but when he does, it's in the most obscure positions known to human (turtle?) kind.

Once he mastered his portalling, he took advantage of it and travelled for awhile, exploring different places.

He's the most suspicious of people and prides himself on his intuition.

Cannot cook. Or bake. Or do anything involving an oven. If you ask him to preheat the oven, he'll ask how.

His favorite animal is a tiger, ever since he was a little kid, because "They have stripes like me!)

Speaking of stripes, He used to color them in with a green marker because he didn't like them. His brothers noticed, and all agreed to draw stripes on their faces until he stopped.

His favorite drink is Sprite (for some reason) he also really likes mint tea (if it's made right.)

He loves hair on people, and wishes he had some of his own. He likes to watch hair styling videos and pretend he's doing his own sometimes

He's terrified of bugs

He tried drawing on eyebrows like Donnie once, but hated it so much. (Turns out he's allergic to sharpie on his skin)

He's terrible at drawing

He's actually really good at running and has a really high stamina level

Used to picture himself being a racecar driver

His favorite Disney movie is the Hunchback of Notre Dame, but he would never admit that. If anyone asks, it's Wreck-it-Ralph.

Has an insatiable sweet tooth

Feels phantom pain in his chest sometimes that feels like it's being ripped open

When this happens, he curls into a ball under a weighted blanket and focuses on breathing

Him and Junior have random movie nights when they're both not able to sleep

Donnie time

His sleep schedule is terrible, and he tends to forget what time is most days (I'm not projecting)

Has several rubber ducks on his desk so that when he gets stuck, he can do that thing where he explains the thing to the duck

His favorite field of science is quantum mechanics

He was always really good at math as a child, but couldn't do English to save his own life

His favorite color used to be green, but Splinter called him purple because all of the turtles were green, so it eventually changed to purple

He hates the texture of slime (and how messy it is)

Surprisingly enough, he's the one who sneaks into the human world the most (mostly to go to libraries and science institutions, but hey, even the world's most renowned scientist wants Taco Bell sometimes.)

Speaking of Taco Bell, the only way he will eat any fast food is if he scans it for hair and the like. His worst fear is finding a hair in his food.

You would think that his favorite board game would be chess or monopoly or something, but nope. It's Scrabble. (He likes coming up with really obscure words to mess with everyone else.)

He's super super squeamish which is why Leo is the medic. The sight of blood makes him light-headed, and once when he was learning about the heart, he passed out.

He's a bonafide theater kid, and if given the opportunity can and will rant for hours about different musicals.

His least favorite style of music is rap

Or country

He has a hidden mini fridge in his lab that has a bunch of skincare products that he pretends he doesn't have when his brothers are around

Sometimes him and April have 'girl's days' where the basically gossip and April paints his nails.

His love language is torn between act's of service and gift-giving.

He's not touch-adverse, per-say, but he doesn't really like to be touched without warning.

He always hated magic shows, and if they were on tv he would point out how they did the tricks. (Leo hated that.)

His favorite Disney movie is Big Hero 6 and he often info-dumped about it to anyone who would listen.

He really likes to chew ice

When he gets bored, he'll test his ability to stay underwater. (it scares the ever living life out of Raph)

He has scars on his shell from the Kraang ship and they're really sensitive

Michelangelooooo

His face always has stickers or drawings on it

He used to want to be a makeup artist and used to practice on April all the time

Orange is indeed his 'life color' and his favorite fruit! his favorite dessert is orange sorbet.

He doordashes food to homeless people sometimes

His favorite superhero is Spider man, or Black Panther

He once did a character study on Ariel, and ended up doing a whole art portfolio, comic, and Pinterest board on her. She was his hyperfixation for a hot minute

He used to pass out as a child sometimes because of his hypoglycemia, and it would freak everyone out. At one point Leo finally figured out that he had hit and ever since then, there's only been a few incidents

When he cleans his desk it only stays clean for about a day, and then it's dirty again and it annoys him to no end

Has an extensive knowledge of spices and seasonings, and every food that he makes tastes like everything good in the world and sunshine combined.

He is an active animal activist and is staunchly against animal cruelty and experimentation

When his hair starts growing in, he goes to April for help with it, and puts little bows and ribbons and hair ties in it.

His favorite game is Animal Crossing and whenever one of his villagers moves away, he sobs dramatically

He loved trains as a kid and as a result he's freaky good at drawing them and knows a crap ton about them

He organizes slideshow nights, family game nights, and family dinners

He's super into the holidays and is the one who made/bought all the decorations

He used to collect barbies to use as drawing models

He was super sad there wasn't that many Ken dolls though, and insisted on sending a complaint to Mattel

Was the first one in line for the Barbie movie too

Anyways sorry this was so long- but I really liked this ask

If you want me to do my April and Casey (jr and sr.) ones then send in another ask.

[talesfromthebacklog]

Tales From The Frontlog: Persona 3: Reload

10/10

It’s titles like Persona that make me go: “God damn, anime is so fucking cool.”

These are people who KNEW what they were doing when working on this remake. My only previous experience with Persona 3 was with Persona 3 Portable. And it shouldn’t be shocking that while good it didn’t have the same impact as Reload did. (Though I did still pick up P3P on Switch through Limited Run! As that was likely the cheapest we would ever see it.)

Reload completely blows P3P out of the park and has asserted itself as my favorite Persona game. (Persona 4 being my previous first favorite.). I completely destroyed this game and am sad the experience is over. (Had to get done quick so I could play Final Fantasy VII Rebirth on release!)

Persona 3: Reload is elegant, mature, wickedly stylish, and very sad. I love well written sad things. I’ve heard people call this title edgy, but that edge is what defines and makes this Persona so great. If not the best. You know what they say. The third time’s the charm! And Persona is an experience, for anyone who loves JRPGS, that people should have at least once.

Join me as I talk about Persona 3: Reload. A story of a teen named Makoto. Who just transferred to Tatsumi Port Island and awakened a powerful force by shooting himself in the head.

Persona 3 Reload is painfully stylish and cool. It’s gotten a lot of upgrades including a new voice cast. Which I think does a better job sounding more natural. Especially Bebe. The old crew did a phenominal job but I just like new performances better.

Also the amount of voice acting we got. Wow. Practically the whole thing has voice acting. Even all the social links. I think that might be a first, but don’t quote me on that.

Then there’s the art direction, which has been somewhat of a hot topic, but I like the new art assets better. The original artwork has an undeniable charm but the new stuff has this great polish.

Though I dare say the older art better lends to the “creepy” tone of the game. The traditionally beautiful anime faces do take away from that a little.

And this new look isn’t just the art assets and sprites, it goes as far as the menu.

I don’t say this often, but that’s hot. That menu is everything. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so strongly about a menu. I would fight a stranger in the parking lot if they told me this menu looked bad. It is so slick and sleek. It hurts because of how good this looks.

This? This gives me math folder vibes. I think this was why I was so much more drawn to Persona 4 in the first place.

Well. Not because of the menu. The menu is functional and doesn’t look awful by any stretch of the imagination. We all know that fully functional is a high bar for developers to reach nowadays.

But each Persona, from 1 - 5 and now to Reload, was a step into stronger art direction. Each Persona contributed something new artistically to get it to its current state of intense stylization. Persona 3 Reload is simply a culmination of all these steps forward. It makes me feel bad for not touching the main Shin Megani Tensei series at all. Because I don’t get to see the artistic history from it that could have contributed to Persona. I’m aware I’m missing out and need to correct that! Ha!

TLDR: Persona 3: Reload is so ✨PRETTY✨.

Then there’s the gameplay. Persona ranks among my favorite JRPGs because it has so much side stuff to do. Persona at its core is two different kinds of games. A life sim and a JRPG. If you get bored with one half you can go hang out in the other. Excellent. Brilliant. Love it. Persona is a great ADHD person game. It also gives the game a nice contrast between the light and dark elements. A narrative rest, so to speak. Also the difficulty modes. I’m not afraid to say I prefer normal mode. Some grinding is fine but I hate excessive grinding in games. I feel it overshadows the game. Though without some grind you just have a glorified visual novel. It’s all about balance and personal taste I suppose. But I’m of the belief that grinding doesn’t make a game hard. It makes it time consuming which makes it look like the game is hard. But this is not the same thing! Persona just… GETS that I don’t want to grind for that long.

I love JRPGs, but I tend to run hot and cold with them. I think a lot of them do really suffer from being too samey in their initial presentation. The style and identity the Persona series has is 100% what kept me playing after a friend lent me his Vita to play. He insisted upon it as he handed me Persona 4 Golden.

He was right. Persona was awesome. Persona 3 Reload makes me feel those same feelings when I had that initial introduction to the franchise. I do feel genuinely wowed by this title. Which I don’t feel often in gaming. My favorite part about it is it is set in the modern era. Swords and dragons are nice, but different time periods come with different ideologies, cultures, and challenges. Persona takes the “familiar” and uses that premise to flip your world upside down. And that each one goes with a different aesthetic.

God I hope they remake or rerelease 1 or 2. Or both.

Anyway.

Persona 3 additionally is just so… sad. Persona 4 has those sad moments too but I just feel those main and side stories hit harder in Persona 3. The ending is a sad gut punch. I love it. Like any great visual novel character interactions and story can make or break the experience. And Persona 3 only managed to sharpen those interactions with the newer voice acting and the retranslated script. The whole feel is a lot less awkward.

Then there’s the music. If you didn’t watch the intro I posted in the beginning, do yourself a favor and do so as you read please.

Oh? You’ve heard the song before? Are you saying you don’t want to listen to this jazzy and funky soundtrack again? Heresey I say!

Oh? You don’t want to scroll back up? No problem fam. I’m gonna post the full track here.

And the whole soundtrack is this good. This is just a taste. Ugh. It’s so good. It is both energizing and soothing. I ask you to listen purely because my words can’t do it justice.

I am recognizing what a mistake it was not to play the full console version and what a crime it is that they ported P3P over Persona 3 itself. It had an anime too, did it not? Like a movie or something?

Let’s not start with the FES mess. They’ve basically said it’s not being included even as DLC. I’m just going to play it separately, and by the good grace of god you don’t have to play the whole game over to play “The Answer” arc. (Which I’ll post an update on that when I do that. Someday.)

I can take or leave the female protagonist. I want a female protagonist, but in P3P she was always kind of an empty husk that you knew wasn’t the “real” main character. I don’t mind games where I play a character instead of myself. But I feel they could do a new unique perspective if they switched it up for Persona 6. Especially since they are nailing down some of the problematic elements of the series.

I’m aware that they’ve changed a lot from the original Persona 3 to Reload. But to be frank my memory has just never been that long lasting or great. I can genuinely come back to most games after a certain amount of time and it’s like playing it brand new over again. A blessing and a curse. But I can remember Tartarus being a bigger pain in the ass than it is now. Tartarus also seems notably more varied in design as you climb. I feel like I am having a distinctly better time than the first time. (I may have to play a brief stint in portable to see if this is true.)

Side note: The Dark Hour as a concept in itself is a topic I want to cover in its own post at some point. This isn’t unique to Reload which isn’t why I’m not talking about a lot of elements like this (Because remake reviews should be more about what is improved) but it was still a genius way to fit in an alternate world.

At the end of the day, and right before the dark hour, Persona 3: Reload had no excuse to fail. The bones of the beast itself were so good. As long as you left it to simmer and caramelize this remake always destined to be great. It takes elements and tricks that made later titles great and Atlus applied all their learned skills here.

It’s stuff the Persona, and SMT, community already loved. And for good reason. It was already a compelling experience and it’s one I’m really glad I came back to. Playing it this way really changed how I felt about the game as a whole. Even without the extra content I’m going to say this is THE WAY to play Persona 3 from here on out. We’ll see if I feel that way after playing Persona 3: FES. But don’t expect to see that critique any time soon.

[starisenby]

OH THIS IS MY CHANCE!! (This is just Undertale & Deltarune)

okay so with Chara:

They absolutely were a FNaF kid you cannot tell me otherwise, both them & Asriel were dyslexic because the pie accident, they totally would have a Furby collection, they were depressed & they were the oldest of the fallen humans

Frisk:

Can't count to ten (canon fact), low empathy (but they aren't heartless), bad vision (they squint in my eyes), besties with their cousin squeezo (canon-ish thing), they really like monster food, allergic to chocolate, nuts, cats & dogs and the youngest of the fallen humans

Flowey:

Absolutely LOATHES Asriel as a person, aroace to high hell, does actually like Papyrus (canon-ish as Papyrus is his favorite), hates seeing Toriel & Asgore because of the whole dead son situation, his iconic smiley face is actually inspired by Chara (I saw someone hc this and I will never drop it) & def has either a superiority complex or a god complex

Toriel:

Does not like Asgore or wish to get back with him but does miss the past, has an alcohol problem (somewhat implied canon I think) & doesn't actually hurt Flowey when she fireballs him

Sans:

Depressed, autistic, aro spectrum, has very specific eating habits that he cannot overcome no matter what, absolute nerd (canon) & is just known by like literally everyone underground (somewhat implied canon)

Papyrus:

Autistic, does get friends on the surface in true pacifist (we all love him, I'm sure humans in UT would too), also an absolute nerd (canon), can't take an insult (canon), enjoys destroying the laws of physics via floating (semi canon?) & would like the annoying dog if it didn't steal his stuff all the time

Undyne:

Views Asgore as a father figure (she knew him as a kid and was trained by him), absolutely adores hearing Alphys nerd out & ramble to her (somewhat canon?), hates puzzles & math (canon & implied), is friends with Shyren & Napstablook (she does care for them both in canon) and can dodge she just doesn't want to (it goes against her whole "face me head on" thing)

Alphys:

Depressed (implied), feels awful for the amalgamates and apologized numerous times when she returned them to their families & is very quick with math & science

Mettaton:

Has a whole book of made up words to describe him (based off the one quiz answer), holds respect for Alphys (implied in the King Mettaton ending) & knows about the true lab (also implied in the King Mettaton ending)

MK:

Easily gets attached to people

Napstablook:

Depressed (canon), has 0 plans on being corporeal ever, intimidated by Undyne (canon), really likes the snails on the farm, they were first introduced to music by Mettaton bringing CDs from the dump & used to live with Maddie (Mad Mew Mew) before she left to find a body (+ Mettaton lived with Ruins Dummy)

Asgore:

Knows him & Toriel won't get back together & heterochromia (orange & blue eyes cause of his fight)

Asriel:

Red eyes like his mom (Toriel has red eyes in one sprite), nervous wreck, held Chara in way too high regards (canon) & was picked on before Chara fell

Mew Mew:

Anger issues & specific ways of speaking (canon), is happy for Alphys & Undyne (canon), anime fan (implied?) & is on good terms with Papyrus (he lets her sleep in the sink-casino area lol)

Kris:

Non-verbal, hates being human, gamer (implied), trust issues, prankster (canon!), on the spectrum, has never met another human ever & has no memory of their past family (adopted by the Dreemurs at a young age)

Susie:

Lesbian, views Lancer as a brother, likes messing with Ralsei but does care for him (implied) and bad housing situation (implied to not have her own room at her house & doesn't call her parents at the end of C2)

Berdly:

Autistic, aro spectrum (he literally gained a 'crush' on Susie because she was like "idc if you aren't as smart as you pretend to be" you can't tell me it was authentic), does actually view Kris as a friend (the two literally game together in canon) and hates mobile games (canon despite the fact he seems like a subway surfers kinda guy)

Noelle:

Hates talking unprompted, Kris is her closest friend (semi canon), doesn't really know what happened to Dess or at the bare minimum doesn't remember it & doesn't really like spring that much (it's so random I know)

Lancer:

Bro is literally a bouncy ball (canon), holes are his absolute favorite thing (somewhat canon), hasn't tried a lot of normal food & is like 7

Ralsei:

Social anxiety at it's finest, mega sweet tooth, gets embarrassed easily (I hate Kralsei so that's my explanation for all the blushing) & has a distinct chalk smell

Transcript: This is an open call to any and all headcanons! I want to hear ALL your hcs, even the most outlandish or silly ones

[thatonespriteobsessedbitch]

*distant screaming because of math*