#but also being in the same city as certain people makes me sick

[hyatoro]

Kayden Nguyen

Psychic!Yandere (x Psychic!Reader)

He is specifically paired with a Psychic!Reader in all situations.

Vietnamese Name: Bảo Nguyễn

American Name: Kayden Nguyen

Appearance: 5’9”, Long black hair that’s usually tied up, golden eyes, tan, wears thin breathable layers, medium build. (Picrew Image at bottom)

Setting: US suburbs

Post about his and reader’s Psychic Powers

Kayden is a Vietnamese-American who gained his psychic powers at birth. He was really fussy as a child, but that was because he was constantly overstimulated, having been born in the city. As he grew up his body adjusted and managed to suppress his mind reading so that it’d be limited to a certain area. Like he can expand and shrink the range of his mind reading. 

His parents thought he was super creepy as a child, and hushed him numerous times to stop being annoying and to stop pretending he knew stuff. He quickly learned that if he stopped sharing what he was feeling that his parents treated him better. Because he wasn’t spouting all this freaky predicting stuff that maybe it was just a phase and that they do have a normal child that was just a bit weird in the early stages. He got really good at pretending he was okay. 

Kayden chose his name from a name book when he got to 2nd grade, because a lot of the kids had a hard time pronouncing his name correctly. When he got mad at them they would then pester him on how to actually pronounce it. He got sick and tired of it so he just chose a new name. In the present day he likes both his names equally. So don’t come asking me about preferences using his “real” name or any of that nonsense. They’re both his names. Only introduces himself as Kayden nowadays unless he’s talking to family or family friends who are also Vietnamese. If he finds out you’re also Viet/know Viet then he’ll tell you his Viet name freely. Otherwise you’d have to ask if his parents named him Kayden and then he’d tell you his birth name. 

When he hit middle school his family moved to the suburbs, finally having the money to do so. This soothed him significantly. Their new home was decently large, having plenty of space between them and the neighbors. On days where it was just him at home he’d actually have some mental peace and quiet without the strain of having to keep his psychic aura bubble in check.

He went to college online, and developed a really strong online life. It’s how he interacts with people in a way that feels normal. The same way that everyone else does. 

He’s not a total shut-in however, having to go places to run errands and whatnot, but he keeps that to the lower end of the spectrum. He’s grateful to live in an age where so many things are contactless, but knows that he needs sunlight or he’ll go crazy in a different way. 

Likes drinking beer a lot. Not in a party animal way but because it eases his mind and lets him relax. Likes drinking with his dad at the dinner table.

One day when he’s out and about, probably getting a physical copy of a game on the release day, he meets you. He can shrink the area of his mind reading range a decent amount, but he can still get overwhelmed in these small crowded stores where everyone is touching shoulders. 

As he mentally braces himself he walks in when he exhales. And nothing. There’s nothing. 

Not nothing, he can still hear and see and everything else, but he can’t hear anyone’s chittering thoughts. How?

He zeroes in on you. He knows it’s because of you because all the scattered energy is sinking into you like a void. What? 

Then you make eye contact with him and he can’t breathe. He’s staring at you like you’re some anomaly and that’s because to him you are. 

You’re staring at him to size him up. And you soon realize he’s like you. Only much more inexperienced. 

The difference between you two is that you had honed your skills so much more, becoming capable of doing other things with your psychic abilities other than just mind-reading. You give him an understanding smile. 

He is startled and at first takes mild offense, because who the fuck do you think you are?

Then you’re next in line and get your game. 

You leave ahead of him and he’s torn for a moment. Game? You? The choice is obvious. He chases after you. He can get another copy another time. You? He doesn’t know if he can find you again. 

Luckily for him you were waiting outside the store. It wasn’t hard to figure out that he’d want to talk to you. You greet him casually and he looks at you like his world view just got flipped. 

You give him the time he needs to pick his jaw off the floor before waving for him to follow you to a park bench across the street from the game store. He follows promptly, eyes darting around as he’s unsure of what’s happening. 

The mental silence is still actively happening and he has no idea how to react to it other than apprehension. When he finally sits down next to you, you introduce yourself. He does the same, introducing himself as Kayden.

You sit in silence waiting for him to speak. He stammers before taking a deep breath. 

"How? How do you do that?" He finally musters out. 

"The thing where you neutralize everyone's thoughts," he clarifies. 

You give him the gist of it. How you practiced because everything was so noisy. And how you learned to do other things. 

You're already aware that no one is paying attention to you two, so you hold your hand out and the pebbles from the ground fly to your palm. They're big enough that he can't blame the wind, though you can tell he's far from a skeptic. He’s looking at you in awe, like you just showed him how to clear a level by glitching through the walls. Literally unlocked an entire world to him. 

 Basically you explain to him that you were like him in the past, but decided to branch out to see what you were really capable of. Because I said psychic, not just mind-reading. 

You exchange numbers and plan to meet occasionally. In the times between, for the first time in his life, he actually tries to do all the cool psychic stuff he’s heard of. Despite being a clear example of the supernatural he figured that it was a case of grandeur and illusion. Like where you look at something and are like “haha thats cool but not how it works irl.” 

But it does. It works bud. He just never tried. Part of it was fear of being further ostracized by his family. He loves and cares about them, but he remembers how awful they made him feel when he was open about his powers as a kid. 

It becomes this mentorship where you’re guiding him how to better control his powers and he quickly becomes obsessed. You’re the only two that you two know that are like this. You weren’t as recluse as he was and you still note how he’s the first one you’ve met that shares these powers. 

He’s eternally grateful that you’ve shown him a better way to live and he idolizes you. He doesn’t dread going out anymore and he loves going out with you. Even simple errands have him scrambling for a decent outfit. 

You only negate the thoughts of people within a certain vicinity, kind of like a low battery function. One time when the two of you were together you left his side, which is fine, but he wasn’t on top of his shit so a flurry of thoughts rushed in, but one notable one was some dude eyeing you big time. He didn’t know where that hot flash of rage came from. Kayden zeroes in on this dude’s thoughts and basically screams at him with his own mind, not realizing what he’s doing, and it works. Huh? The dude’s thoughts do a 180 and silence themselves. Not in the way where he can’t hear them, or that they’re getting negated by you. It turns into white noise and he can breathe again. 

He didn’t realize he was holding his breath. 

You come back with your food orders and he flashes you a smile. 

You look at him funny, and he shivers as he feels the calming aura of you reaching into his mind, asking him if he’s alright. He loved it when you did this. It was so intimate, you were literally in his head, and it was something he knew no one else could do. 

He responds with an “I am now.” Because it’s true. It was just a momentary distraction. But you’re here now and everything is alright. It’s always alright when he’s with you. 

In a chill setting he mostly uses his new psychic powers to keep people away from you via tripping, mind redirection, etc. 

If things get bad, then he’s not above exerting himself to put a person into a coma. Literally can’t be traced back to him, and he doesn’t have any blood on his hands. 

Would never hurt you intentionally. Would never even try to control you (ever again). Because there was one time when he was getting riled up, frustrated that he couldn’t get this technique down when it was supposedly simpler than all the other stuff he’s learned, and when you tried to calm him he lashed out big time, mentally and physically yelling at you to shut up and fuck off. 

You heard him. You felt it. You felt that wave of that hint of psychic control that you were familiar with, but had promised you wouldn’t do to him. So when he did it to you in this burst of rage you were stunned. He immediately knew exactly what he did and lost the wind in his sails. Even though he hadn’t promised the same thing back at the time, since he wasn’t able to do that back then, he knew that it was an unspoken agreement. 

Regret and shame smack him fast and hard as he crumples to the ground, groveling in apology. 

You, after many deep breaths, manage to be the bigger person. Because it was clear that he had never done this before so he didn’t know how it felt to use that particular power. So you heave one final sigh and look at him, telling him to get up and that it’s fine. But you make sure he knows that this isn’t some three-strike system and that if he ever tries that shit again you will let him know what hell feels like. 

He thanks you and apologizes again, going to a nearby convenience store and getting you some snacks. And it works. You two eat your snacks and the tension is diffused. 

Kayden throws a mental block up against you as he wonders why your anger was kinda hot in hindsight. Hates it when you’re mad at him though. So he can only hope to be around when someone else pisses you off. 

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#sub!yandere #dom!reader #dom reader #yandere x reader #oc x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #yandere x you #Kayden Nguyen #psychic!yandere #psychic!reader #sub yandere

[goth-mami-writer]

A post about my life lately.

(If you fucking care ✌️🫠)

⚠️Tw: There's some mentions in this that may stir certain emotions regarding✨️pro-choice✨️mindsets (abortion) and vomiting. So if you think that's gonna upset you, don't interact pls. Thx.⚠️

Soooooooo-

I've been away. And here's why without being theatrical - I found out I was pregnant again. And....I wasn't happy.

I'm a mom to 1 already and...I knew that I couldn't do it again. It's hard, to be as frank as I can. The physical effect of pregnancy on the body is something...I despise? I had awful, TERRIBLE sickness the first time anddd fuck, it was the same this time.

Yeah, no. You can go ahead and count me out.

Well- Were you using BiRtH CoNtrOl?!, you may ask?

Yes. Abso-fuckin-lutely. I had an IUD inserted two months after I had my first kid. Cause FUCK THAT. I knew I didn't want another. My son's awesome. Being his mom is my reason for living. But pregnancy is not for me.

So- this being the decision, I fucking called the one person I goddamn trust and that's Mera. ❤️ @short-honey-badger

And bitch, did we plan a trip. We had to drive OUT OF OUR STATE TO RECEIVE THE CARE NECESSARY. (That's a topic for another day tho t-.-t )

✨️Anyways,✨️ Mera is a badass and drove me to said appointment as I'm fighting the most debilitating nausea. All I could stand to eat without vomiting was fucking popsicles and slushies. So yum at 5 am, BTW.

~But here's where shit gets wild~

I show up, ready to have this done. Get on with my life. Maybe start writing again because I know that I'll feel better. The nurses and staff were incredible and sweet. But there was one problem.....my IUD was out of place, they tell me.

Okay? I knew that, right? Obviously, that's why it didn't work and I got pregnant. Makes sense.

NONONONO. I'm laying on a table out of my home state, laughing gassed out of MY FUCKING MIND, with a lady doctor telling me in the calmest demeanor that she can that I need FUCKING ✨️EMERGENCY SURGERY✨️

LIKE. HOW DO YOU REACT...TO THAT?

So...the staff is obviously letting me recover from the procedure- THE ONE I JUST HAD. and now I'm being fed all this medical jargon basically saying that if I didn't receive surgery, this IUD was gonna tear its way into my other organs because it was already embedded in the muscle tissue of my abdomen.

Fucking AWESOME.

Luckily, all these people were contracted to the local hospital in this city and they were going to let them know I was coming over and all that good jazz, but I basically needed to get over there. Like...now. RIGHT NEOW. 💀

So then it's me and Mera just navigating parts of a city that we just DO NOT fucking know, trying to get me to said hospital where this surgery needed to take place. It wasn't far but goddamn this hospital had absolute SHIT parking. It was a monster to fucking navigate as well. Luckily, I was on some good pain meds that were keeping me kinda stable, but ooohhhh, not for long.

We get checked into the ER and yeah, I started HURTING. Not to mention also, viciously nauseous once again. But this time, because I hadn't eaten anything since 5am and I was told that it would basically be fucking ILLEGAL for me to eat again until I got off this operating table.

Fucking. AWESSOMMEE.

(I thought you said it was an emergency, why didn't they have you in OR yet??)

I HAD TO WAIT FOR THESE MFS TO GET THERE, HOLD ON.

My particular case needed staffing of crazy ass doctors to oversee this procedure. I swear to God, I met like 5 people in the four hours that I sat in the emergency room before being prepped for surgery.

I was rolled out for testing like four different times! All kinds of shit just being shot into my IV while I'm still fucked up on the first dose of morphine that's still whooping my ass in and out of consciousness as Mera is at my bedside like,

"O.o u okay?" (Bc she's an angel that stayed with me during the entirety of this fucking insanity like T-T)

FINALLY. I got into my fucking surgery. It went fine, everything is fine. But goddamn, I'm exhausted. Mera was exhausted. We'd been up for almost 24hrs at this point in the day and now I'm finally being admitted into an actual room for post-op recovery.

That next morning before my discharge, I was let know the gravity of my situation and things like that. I was reassured that nothing I did caused this IUD to move. And that meant one thing-

It was never inserted correctly in the first place.

✨️So✨️ let me be the first one to tell you- please. For the love of FUCK. Go get your IUD checked. Via fucking ultrasound.

Don't let that sassy nurse stick a speculum in your fuggin hoo-haa and tell you she can see the strings so you're good.

Guess what? EVERYONE SAW MY STRINGS TOO.

Check your IUD!!! Or you're gonna be knocked up, getting a little pregnancy✨️deletion✨️ in a strange state where a really nice lady doctor is gonna tell you that you're like weeks away from internally bleeding and need dire abdominal surgery to prevent that. And all you're gonna have is your bestfriend who you feel terrible for bc she didn't sign up for any of this bullshit. But there you are, passed out on morphine, hungry, confused, nauseous and WAITING FOR SURGEONS.

GO TO THE GYNECOLOGIST. NEOW. 💀

#love my moots #moots

[shysuccubusstuff]

yandere! megumi pt. 1

TW: Bullying (no physical violence tho), yandere behaviour, obssessive, dub-con.

Note: I put green eyes cause apparently his eyes are light green in the manga but dark blue in the anime, but you can imagine him however, idc. I honestly feel that the naughty part is kinda lame... so let me know how can I improve! It is my first time writing this type of content.

So, imagine:

Due to certain circumstances in your life, you were forced to move to a different school, forced to do your last year before university in a place so far away from your old school and your old friends.

At first, you tried to remain positive, I mean, it was just a year, then you could move back to your city, with your old friends close, so of course you could handle having to make new friends!

That was what you thought at first, but this quickly changed during your first week there, the professors were fine, and your classmates had not been mean or anything but since some black-haired boy had set his eyes on you, everyone tried to avoid you, avoiding your gaze and your touch even for something unimportant as giving them a pen back. Despite you tried so hard to act like you didn't care, you sometimes had to take a break, hiding in the library and burying your facc with any book just so you can let a few tears out, cause, just what have you done for people to be so cold towards you? So you start to simply accept it, becoming more silent as the days go by, sitting at the back of the class you can lie to yourself, people just haven't noticed you, of course it is not because each of them are absolutely scared of becoming the target of Fushiguro Megumi, adopted son of one of the powerful persons in the city, having the dissapproval of Megumi meant being rejected from all of the universities that were in a radius of 100km.

The moment when you started to avoid the contact with any other person, that was the moment when Megumi started to appear around you, first, he started to appear in your classes, he was presented as a "new student" (he had been there since he was a child, but you of course didn't know that), he was seated at your side, asking you questions from time to time, getting close to you little by little. He also starts go to the library, he suddenly appears in what you thought was the most secluded and hidden place, his green eyes looking at your teary eyes, and his expression changes, his eyes look worried, his hands slowly caress your cheeks, wiping down the tears that were rolling through your face, and from then he suddenly became your best friend! He accompanies you to all the classes, he eats with you, he hangouts with you, he even buys sweet treats for you when you feel down or sick! So of course you start to warm up to him, opening your heart (and house) to him, telling him how bad you felt when people started to get away from you while he patted your hair, calloused hands moving through your soft hair, how scared you were to start a new life in a new city... He obviously took advantage of the great evolution that your relationship was taken, so when you asked him to go to your graduation together he was overjoyed!

That same evening he was waiting at your front door, his eyes shinning so pretty under the night lights, all dressed in black, hair down, he even brought you flowers! You weren't even able to imagine what would happen that same night...

Several hours had passed, your brain was so foggy from all the drinks you had been given by Megumi, somehow you always ended up with a drink in your hard, the other hand occupied by megumi's hand, tightly gripped around yours. So when you suddenly felt he was tugging from your dress, you obviously followed him, he made way for you, arriving in no time to your home, opening the door as if it was his home and taking off your shoes, your feet hurting from staying too long without sitting. He dragged you to your bed, slowly making his way through all the accessories and the beautiful dress you wore that night, despite the weird situation, cause who would let their MALE best friend get rid of all of your clothes, he slowly gets rid of his tie, letting his jacket somewhere around your room and walking towards you, eyes glistening with a dangerous glow, almost like some kind of predator eyeing a prey... Why was he getting so close to you? Why was your body so heaten up? Megumi was on top of you, his breath smelt just like the alcohol that you had been drinking most part of the night: "Hey bunny... why don't you let yourself go while I take care of you'" Megumi whispered into your ear, making your heartbeat go up and somehow making you feel a bit embarrased... Was it because of the situation? Or perhaps because he was suddenly acting like a male, rather than being almost like a girl best friend? His body was ligthened by the dim light of your night light, his body was fit, not huge, but he was definitely working out, his eyes were a bit foggy as well, shaky breath and dilatated pupils, was he just as drunk as you?

"You know... I've been trying so hard to hide it... I always got so fucking hard when you let yourself lay on top of me... your cute face being so close to me, your sweet smell surrounding me... God... I'm sorry, I don't think I will be able to handle it anymore..." His face was red, his face getting closer to you, his lips shining, he kissed you, softly at first but it quickly turned in something much more carnal, tongues intertwining, saliva dripping a little from your mouth, your body was heating up so much.

"it can be a lil scary to feel like you are in heat, so I have taken the same ammount of drinks... though I think your head is even more dizzy than mine..." He made fun of you, his face showing you how superior he felt as he saw you in that state, completely naked, hard nipples and your face red, foggy eyes... He could definitely cum just from seeing your pretty face making that kind of expression... He wasted no time, taking off his shirt and throwing out to the floor, he slowly unzipped his pants, smiling to you with a cocky expression.

"Let's test if this thing really works, shall we?"

#megumi fushiguro smut #megumi fushiguro #smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk #fanfiction #jjk au #yandere #tw yandere #yandere male #yandere boyfriend

[ahmedmootaz]

If Ayin did distort, what kind of abilities would he have?

Dear Anonymous,

Good question! I've thought about it a lot, and I think that Ayin's Distortion would be mostly influenced by the traumas he endured, just as the Ensemble's members were all influenced by their most traumatic events;

Jae-Heon was influenced by how his son was run over by a road-roller and how his puppet was then destroyed by Roland, thus turning into a puppet-master and, subsequently, into an amalgamation of various different creatures, just like his puppets he made for Argalia.

Greta was influenced by how her fellow Eight-Chefs ate themselves and pushed themselves to the limit in the search for new tastes and flavours; her hunger and desire manifested in the form of a famished shark with many, many mouths in order to eat as much as she wanted.

And so on and so forth. If we were to follow the same formula for Ayin, I'd think that the events that marked/traumatised him the most had to be the Old Lab's raid by Garion, the Smoke War, and the loss of Carmen, so I believe his Distortion would have some form of connection to all three of these events.

Not to mention that, personally, I think Ayin was just a few wrong/right turns away in life from being the perfect Arbiter, and seeing how X manifested into a sick parody of an Arbiter himself, I'd think Ayin's Distortion would be quite similar, although with a few twists here and there.

For starters, I believe that his Arbiter gear would be more white-and-red instead of the standard and iconic gold-and-black issued to most Arbiters, mostly for the sake of artistic choices on my end, but also because I believe a Distortion would attempt to be different from the main enforcers of the City's order, as Carmen explicitly stated that, after she herself became the Voice of the Distortion, she was attempting to free the people from the City's cycle in her own, twisted way. As such, I believe she would help draw out a form that is at least visually distinct from Arbiters for her beloved Yinnie, of all people, seeing how he deserves that little pleasure the most, which is my explanation for how I'd explain this stylistic choice for Ayin while X's Distortion is a regular Arbiter outfit.

As for abilities, I'd personally assume they would be similar to what X possesses, to some degree, with typical Arbiter powers being the 'norm' for Ayin's Distortion, but I'd also assume that seeing how his trauma extends far beyond that of most of the PM characters we got to see so far, he'd also be able to tap into powers specifically from his time in the Smoke War. For example, I assume that he would be able to concentrate his powers to summon inter-dimensional portals like those used in the War, or perhaps even utilise the Smoke itself as one of his abilities to weaken opponents at the cost of it also adversely affecting him.

But I think what would also make him even more of a force to be reckoned with would be his relation to Abnormalities. I'm sure that he would resonate with quite a few Abnormality powers which Carmen would happily draw from him to make him into a bit of a indestructible force, although I'm not exactly sure on what Abnormality powers he would have access to, but one thing I am certain of is that he would without a doubt be able to manipulate blood to some extent or perhaps even mess with one's central nervous system, as an homage to his trauma with regards to Carmen. Perhaps he causes hallucinations or causes one's own mind to start attacking itself?

I think his biggest weakness would be his willingness to fight against his Distortion, it's just that he will need a lot of outside help to even have a chance at managing to ward off the Distortion, seeing how he's so full of repressed sentiments and emotions, and all of them bursting out as he Distorts would have quite the catastrophic consequences.

This was a really fun ask, and so I thank you, Anon, for providing me with it! I don't know if I can apply them somewhere soon, but this was quite fun to think of! As always, take care, stay safe, and see ya'!

#lobotomy corporation #library of ruina #my writing #ayin #manager x #ask #Distortions #carmen #Should I tag Limbus since they also specialise in Distortions? #Who knows

[dearweirdme]

"From our side things look very different than they do from members' side. We only see what it's shown. And since the company has favoured Jkk moments over Tkk moments, that is what we see a lot. It feels unbalanced. But for the members, this is probably completely different. They have seen each other every day for hours at a time. They know what the real balance is like. So they don't judge situations the same as we do." Thank you! This is such an important point that a lot of people miss and I think fuels a lot of negative feelings people have. We as outsiders hyper focus on the ships and certain interactions, but that's such a small part of their lives. That anon making everything Jungkook does about how the fans see their relationships and by extension him being a bad boyfriend/friend because of it...I don't know if you have seen all maknae line solo stan communities but they all hate each other and project that hatred onto their faves as well, as in saying their fave actually hates the other members. Tae stans are dragging Jungkook constantly and using him as a punching bag during Tae's debut, there are definitely Jungkook and Jimin stans who think Tae feeds antis as well. It's all just bs fandom infighting and very little of it has to do with who they actually are and what their lives and relationships are like. And the fans take some of this stuff so seriously, spewing the most vile hatred and making threats against them for perceived injustices to the others through what are completely innocent and largely meaningless actions, and some turn their anger at the fans' behavior into anger at the members. It's a pretty messed up situation, and I don't know how I would navigate friend/relationships under that kind of scrutiny.

Also, thank you for actually mentioning one of my favorite Taekook moments and my number one moment if we're talking the kind that defy platonic explanation. The nape kiss at Citi Field gets largely overlooked and I'm not sure why, but one of the reasons it's so special to me is I was at that concert. It gives me some added context I think, because I can tell you that was not for the audience. I was in the stands and watching on the big screen monitors and all we saw was Tae and Jimin (and I have a theory that Jimin knew what Tae was planning) approaching Jungkook from behind, and then Jungkook looking kind of flustered and I was like "...what just happened?" 😂 It wasn't until I was back at my airbnb and talking to another friend who had been there when the first clips from the side of the stage started showing up on Twitter and we were going insane. They released a DVD/Bluray of that show, and you can confirm on there that the official cams did not catch that kiss and in fact you can see Tae watching the monitor and cameras as he approaches to make sure what he did cannot be seen. There's a very specific reason I think Tae did that, but I won't discuss it openly yet. Maybe someday. For me, that's the moment after two years of being a Taekooker where it went from 99% to a 100% for me that the relationship between those two is more than just friendship. The Bon Voyage season 1 cuddles/kisses still blows my mind as well. That really kicked off the Taekook drought in official content. That was the last year we saw just the two of them in a V Live together, and there not another one for four whole years and we all know they had chaperones in the room the next time. I've been thinking recently that if I was to make a Taekook top ten right now, those two moments and probably the "I love you" signs during the Chile concert where Jungkook was sick would be there...but the rest would probably be solo era/2023 because this past year has been full of hugely significant moments and I did not expect it. But looking back, it makes sense that in solo era, it is Taekook's bond that became more apparent than ever. Because they are involved in each other's lives in a very significant way that goes beyond members of the same band, or even friends.

Hi anon!

Thanks for the addition 😊.

I think they have a very complicated relationship with their fans in general, and with shippers especially. I don’t think they appreciate any shipping mentions in their lives for instance, not even the correct ones. It must be weird having people comment on your relationship and asking questions trying to bait you into giving a hint while you’re just there to talk about your music.

I really dislike what this has done amongst maknae line solo’s. It is also so weird to me to actually see fans talk about members hating each other. Hate is such a strong word, and is in general not actually a feeling people very often have about each other. So for fans to think any member actually hates another while there have been no signs of that is so out there.

#Taekook #members

[such-justice-wow]

A big part of why the US doesn't have the public transport infrastructure that Japan has is that it's easier and cheaper to maintain and expand what already exists, and the current infrastructure now is built off of continual post-war development (Japan after WW2 being very poor with cars not being ubiquitous, while the US was newly wealthy and suddenly every family had a car). Also in the US it's already a giant pain to get municipalities to put up the funds to maintain the roads and such, with any such work also causing very significant traffic congestion. To tear it all up and reconfigure the transit system in any city that might benefit from it would cause an ungodly increase in traffic, and many taxpayers would be like "wait you're all of the sudden willing to spend tax dollars on this but refused to fix potholes before?"; also you have to consider that American cities already have a big problem with crime on public transport, so in many places you'd still see people avoid it even if it was quick, easy, and available. I'm certain that others who have raised concerns about changing our transit infrastructure definitely do get the point that it would benefit plenty of people, but to implement these changes effectively isn't as simple as just building it

I'm not saying its simple I'm saying don't send the great wall of china in ask form when someone says stop saying nothing can be done and acting like forward momentum is impossible

Try

Just fucking try to imagine a better society instead of accepting the absolute shit we are given already because this is the same mentality that causes people to refuse to do anything to better their lives on a micro or macro scale

Oh why bother voting

oh the system is corrupt anyway

oh i guess we'll all be dead soon anyway

oh but THEY don't do this so why should we try

I'm sick of anytime I say we should try to make things better everyone acts like fucking crabs and tries to beat me down back in the bucket

I am desperately trying to make a life that doesn't fucking suck and that requires a little fucking optimism and a little effort

[elvenbeard]

Did I stay up way too late making a fake screamsheet article? Yes. Did I have a blast? Hell yes. Finally a good use for what I learned at uni and never got to utilize in an actual job :D

The short story behind this really is simply that Vince and Kerry did want to keep their relationship out of the public eye for as long as possible, cause god knows they were dealing with enough shit at the time, didn't need curious paparazzi on top :D When the whole Arasaka/Relic mess had begun to calm down though, Vince slowly recovering, they started letting their guard down a bit more (although Vince remained worried that, should who he is exactly become public knowledge in Kerry's circles, it could reflect badly on him... or, even worse, get him into trouble with or the attention of the wrong kind of people). As we know though, Kerry likes dating Night City's bad boy TM, and is a lot more relaxed about it all - something that probably also comes with his age and everything else he's dealt with and made it through somehow already. So, at some point his current manager is like "okay you guys, work with me here, we have to make this public now. You're not being the most subtle and I'm kinda running out of ideas what to tell the medias to keep them at a distance". And after a press conference followed the above interview and photo op, and Vince hadn't felt as uncomfortable and sick to his stomach in a long while during the whole thing xD Kerry made sure though the media people left him alone. Over time he'd get used to it as well, for sure, because Kerry is certain that what they have will last and he's definitely off the market for good now.

Full interview text under the cut for better readability.

The rumors are true after all

Once voted one of Night City’s most sought-after bachelors, Kerry Eurodyne is off the dating market once again. “For good this time,” he says, and gives ShowBlizz an exclusive look behind the well-guarded scenes.

By Lacie Bourne | Published on December 3rd 2077, 6AM

For months the gossip factory has been working overtime. It all started with a custom Yaiba motorbike spotted coming and going regularly at the Eurodyne residence in North Oak. Ever since we’ve asked the same question: is someone new at Kerry’s side? One of Night City’s long-established rockstars, Kerry Eurodyne has been in the news in recent months more frequently again. A new album is in the works, a tour planned for 2078/79. But that’s not all that’s new and different, with his management officially confirming earlier this week that Kerry has a new partner.

Lacie: Good morning, Kerry, thanks so much for having us here at your home today for this exclusive interview!

Kerry: Pleasure’s all mine.

L: Let me cut straight to the point, because our readers will be dying to know: how long exactly has this been going on? And what are the reasons you’ve been hiding your obvious new luck for so long?

K: We first met in early June, through work you could say. We weren’t hiding as such, just keeping a low profile. Won’t be going into the details here, other than it just feelin’ right at the time.

L: Happy 6-month anniversary then! You already said it, you met through work. Rumors say he was, or maybe still is, part of your management team that organized the collab with UsCracks?

K: In a way you could say that, yeah. Without him that deal wouldn’t have worked out the way it did, definitely.

L: How exciting! What else can you tell us? Can we have a name, his age?

K: I’m afraid, no, you can’t. Not yet, at least.

L: How intriguing indeed… but I will take you up on that “not yet” by the time our next interview rolls around! Of course we would have liked to speak to your partner as well today, ask him all the burning questions our readers have directly…

K: Well, they’ll have to put up with me instead.

L: Hahaha, well then let’s get to our reader’s questions right away... During the official press conference earlier this week you said you’re “off the dating market… for good this time”. Responses to this were mixed, as you’d made a similar statement after the announcement of your engagement to Louise. What gvies you the confidence that this relationship will last, that this is different?

K: I’ve read the comments, and I don’t think I’ve ever used those words exactly in regards to Louise. Or in this context at least. And I’m not here to throw her under the bus either. What I can say is, that meeting my partner was… a revelation. In many ways. He’s supportive in a way I haven’t experienced with anyone else yet, and god knows I’m not the easiest person to handle. He’s doing a preem job at it. Lifting me up, and grounding me in the here and now at the same time.

L: That does sound almost too perfect, doesn’t it?

K: Maybe it does, but it’s true. He brings out the best in me, inspires me to do what I’m best at: making fucking good music. He makes me very happy, more than he thinks himself.

L: Well, of course we wish you all the best and that you stay as happy together as you very obviously are!

K: Thanks, ‘preciate it.

L: What does your future together look like you think? What are your long-term goals and plans?

K: We like to take things a day at a time. He is a very busy man, as am I. Sometimes planning too far ahed only gets frustrating when things don’t work out short notice. Carefully, tentatively though, a vacation is planned. We could both use a little getaway. Been an eventful year, and next year’s gonna be even busier.

L: Where are you headed, if you’re willing to share?

K: The Phillipines, and afterwards maybe Japan.

L: If those aren’t the perfect destinations for a romantic getaway! I hope all will work out as planned, you deserve it, Kerry!

K: Haha, yeah, think so. He deserves it, too.

L: Of course! We wish you all the best. And we hope to see more of you two together in the future, now that you’ve finally let the cat out of the bag. You’re certainly a breathtaking couple!

K: Thanks, Lacie.

Read the full, unabridged interview only on NETDIR://NCITY.SHOWBLIZZ.PUB

#cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne x v #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk vp #cyberpunk fanfiction #cyberpunk edit #otp: to bad decisions #my screenshots #my edits #my vp

[creatingnikki]

okay but what does saying 'I love you' to someone mean? because there are those I've never said it to but I love them. and as much as I hate it, I've said it to those I don't think I ever loved. I think that's because we don't usually put too much meaning into the words we use and we haven't ever been taught to. we also feel caught up in emotions that are so transitory or feel obligated to say it in return so as to not hurt someone's feelings. I think I've only ever liked most people I've said I love you to. so what did that ever mean? now, however, when I say it to someone and when they say it to me, I want it to mean: I care about your wellbeing and I am here for you in whatever ways you communicate and I can accommodate. always. I see oranges and think about you and buy a dozen and if we were in the same city, I'd drop them by your apartment. when I say certain words the way I say them, I hear your voice because I now say them the way you do. even when I make new friends or have a partner, the tenderness I have in my heart for you will not be reduced nor shooed in a corner irrelevant. wherever I go, if I see the trinkets you like, I'll buy them for you even if I don't give them to you until a year later. I'll understand the ways you need to be cared for when you're going through a hard time and I'll be there for you in those ways. I'll understand your love language and show you mine and work out ways in which they can align because I want to love you in a way you feel loved. I'll buy you fruits when you're sick and I'll come to the doctor with you too. we will build a language of our own with inside jokes and analogies and pieces of each other. but above all this, if you say you love me, you must first respect me. because you know love? sure it may be strong and all conquering or whatever but also it is fickle and subject to dramatic changes over time. love is not reliable. but if you respect me and I respect you, it's independent of the love. and somehow even stronger, more foundational. if you respect someone, you see them as a whole being in all their glory and all their human imperfections and you admire them and you hold them in high regard and you will always want to be considerate towards them. respect doesn't have much to do with how they are with you but how they are as a person in general and to everyone. and so, yes, I love to hear you say that you love me. and no, I don't want to ration my 'I love yous'. but I can't say it to you sincerely if I don't respect you first. and I don't like saying things without sincerity.

#spilled ink #writerscreed #poeticstories #poetryportal #inkstay #writtenconsiderations #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #spilled thoughts #love #i love you #love quotes #love poetry #what does it meaaaaan #say i love you #creatingnikki

[callsignbaphomet]

You should tell us about your bloodborne au <3

Lol aw this is a pleasant surprise.

As I mentioned before I did a total rework of the Bloodborne AU. The previous one was really depressing. To recap Loke died (pretty gruesome from being torn apart and then burned from a fire in a building) in front of Jelani which pretty much traumatized him ‘cause Loke died saving his life. Eventually Jelani pretty much made enemies with every faction except for Vilebloods and Choir and became blood drunk so Crows were after him. He lost himself completely and his boyfriend (Angelus, duh) had to put him down ‘cause he thought it’d be better if someone that loved him would've done it as a mercy kill instead of strangers who didn't know him, much less cared about him. Eventually Angelus would go blood drunk too but before he lost himself completely he killed himself with Jela’s weapon and at least they’d find each other in the dream.

I still like that idea but since I overindulged in the Fallout AU making it so dark and messed up I reworked the Bloodborne one. I just didn't feel like having two dark AUs so back to back, you know? Tho I see the first draft as tragic, not dark like the Fallout one. And believe me, I took out certain details of the Fallout one ‘cause it would've been too much.

I still wanna have like a very tragic AU going but not sure which. Idk. Still cooking that up. Or maybe parallel AUs of the same source! Much to think about.

I’m babbling. Moving on.

So initially Sanaa and Ingvarr come over to Yharnam because Jelani gets sick, really sick, sick as in “prepare yourself for the worst, if he lives another eight months it’ll be a miracle” type of sick. They hear of Yharnam’s potent medicines so they give it a shot. One blood transfusion later and what do you know, he’ll get to see his 8th birthday.

Both parents are fascinated by the city, the history, this miracle blood they're peddling and long story short both become very prominent tomb prospectors. So it's all fun and games and a few years later we see Loke (30) has become a hunter himself and is now married to Uthorim (I always include him with anything involving Loke unless Arcade says otherwise) and Jelani (16) has also become a hunter just like his older brother. *Insert something cute about baby brothers looking up to and trying to emulate their older brothers who they think are the greatest thing in the world. “Isn't this just their usual dynamic?” Yeah, shut up, I love that for both of them*

Sanaa and Ingvarr disappear. They went into a tomb and never came back out along with other hunters and prospectors. No one knows what happened. Search party was dispatched but no one could find a clue as to what happened.

3 years pass and Sanaa and Ingvarr still haven't shown back up. Most people think that party died down there. Loke doesn't wanna admit it but he thinks so too. Jela thinks they're just lost and they’ll be back some day. Loke doesn't feel like correcting him ‘cause he figures that's his way of coping and who is he to take that from him. Despite it both boys are pretty happy and they have each other so it's all good.

Until it isn't anymore.

Jelani gets sick again and this time with a vengeance. Loke’s going nuts trying to find out how to help him, blood’s in short supply what with Yharnam's current state but he finds Trevor (38) who just so happens to be one of a small handful of Vilebloods that are returning. He knows of a member of the Choir that can help him and his brother and another transfusion takes place. Jela slowly gets better though he’s kinda left at 93% which for someone who was about to die is pretty good but he tires out quicker. Loke aligns himself with the Choir mostly to stay in their good graces in case Jelani ever gets sick again. Trevor and Loke become friends and Trevor’s adopted son and fellow Vileblood, Angelus (26), becomes friends with Jelani and later his boyfriend.

I’m still hashing things out for this AU but I wanna add a bit of drama. Like Jela getting into Sanaa and Ingvarr’s notes and books about the dungeons and being really fascinated by them and Lo being scared out of his mind about them. Jela and Angelus sneaking off to wander them and finding things, Jela getting really involved with the Vilebloods as well as Lo doing his own thing with the Choir. Lo eventually finding out that Jela’s been exploring dungeons and then freaking out about it. Sort of a WIP if I’m being honest.

#thanks for the ask‚ dear!

[kinghijinx22]

Homophobic hypocrisy in Fantasy High

So I had started watching Dimension 20 at the recommendation of a friend because I heard they were somewhat queer friendly and while I liked Unsleeping City I cannot in good conscious recommend Fantasy High to anyone. There is a constant treatment of queer people as inherently degenerate throughout the entire show, baseless negative assumptions of queer minorities as a way to keep them lesser than their cishet counterparts. The first red flag to me was Emily's attitude towards Tracker in episode 6, constantly trying steer Kristen who is a lesbian away from a girl that she likes at bar by telling her that she isn't for her and is seemingly a little too pleased when Tracker gets hurt. The next red flag was Siobhan, as Adaine being fine with a seemingly straight Fig winking at her but saying that Kristen doing it is creepy, implying that Kristen is somehow a creep because she likes girls so that must mean that she's obviously into her, which keep in mind is after Kristen had just started to break away from her religion and realise that she is lesbian so good way to bully her back into the closet. They really just don't want Kristen to be happy it seems.

But the final straw for me was when they decided to all automatically assume that Tracker was an older woman preying on a younger girl when she's just a teenager like Kristen is. Now I want to know why this is ok and hot apparently (watch from 1:05:30 to 1:06:50)

But this is somehow cause for alarm (watch from 1:08:00 to 1:09:10)

Fig, a teenager making out with an adult man is literally just paedophilia and I'm not sure how anyone thought that was a good idea in the first place. Also note worthy is that this isn't even first instance of something like this, Fig flirts with her much older principle on the regular. But it's treated as a joke and even implied to be hot or whatever, meanwhile everyone is so worried about Kristen because they are assuming that Tracker is an adult woman picking up a teenage girl when that very obviously isn't the case but they even make perception checks because they are so sure of it? Yeah the homophobic hypocrisy here is incredibly gross but unfortunately way too common. Every accusation is a confession and queerphobic bigots like to throw around the "Groomer" word to distract from their own paedophilic deviancy. They want to get away with all this actually morally bad stuff while making queer people feel like they have to walk on egg shells, essentially bullying them into holding in their feelings and robbing them of a normal, happy life. 2 girls of the same age loving eachother? Horrible, degenerate. 16 year old girl flirting and making out with adult men? Perfectly reasonable apparently. Are the Dimension 20 cast a bunch of queerphobic hypocrites and disgusting paedophiles? I don't think so but they've been infected with certain aspects of that mindset. Honestly I'm just sick of this bigoted hypocrisy and I'm not going to be finishing Fantasy High.

#fantasy high #queer #queerphobia #homophobia #bigoted hypocrisy #dimesion 20 #Youtube

[lilypheria]

I don't have any other place to properly vent, so I'll do that here lmao

putting it under read more bc it'll get a bit lengthy

So I've always struggled with maintaining a job. I always get anxious and stressed, enough to get bad panic attacks and not being able to work at all. My whole adulthood has been like that - a struggle to get by, childhood traumas weighing me down even more. I was diagnosed with depression in 2015, but I always felt it was a wrong diagnosis.

And working has been a struggle. Always. I've tried retail, cleaning and various other things, but I still get too stressed, overstimulated and anxious that even going to work makes me feel sick.

All of this got an answer when I was finally diagnosed with ADHD and autism last year. It explained everything - why I've always felt out of place and why it's so hard for me to work.

But despite that, despite knowing it, it feels like everything's worse. I know now that I'll never be able to work full-time. I can barely handle a four-day week with six hours a day. Even that feels too much. And at the place I'm currently interning at, it's as stress free as it can be. I've also been promised to get hired for at least 10 months, if all goes as planned, but it's not certain yet.

Even if I do get hired, my salary won't be big, and I'll still be struggling. This job isn't permanent, so after that ten months, I'm falling back to the same hell I managed to get out of. There isn't work fitting for me in the area where I live, and I can't move to another city, bc it too would mess up with my mental health.

At this point it would almost be the best to stop even trying to work, to try to get a fucking pension or something. Because I can't keep doing this for the next 30+ years until my retirement age. And I sure as hell won't ever be able to work like "normal" people. I've tried that for years, and I just haven't been built like that.

I'm constantly sick with anxiety because of money and how I can survive, and I'm so fucking tired with absolutely everything rn

#lily.txt #i just had to get it all out i'm so stressed i just feel like crying

[trinoxtrinox]

Ghosts under your bed

Ectoberweek 2022, prompts: Folk Tales, "They say there's no such thing as the monster under the bed, but are you sure? ...Did you check?"

Summary: There's a folk tale about ghosts under your bed, do you wanna hear it? do you wanna talk about it?

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They say there's no such thing as the monster under the bed, but are you sure? ...Did you check? This story is thought to have originated from 1942, however, like many folk tales, it was passed down from word of mouth and varies between cultures, and as such pinning down the origin of it is very difficult, if not impossible.

As many cultures, this folk tale deals with the fear of the unknown that many people have, however this one also mixes it up with the children’s bewilderment and naivety over what’s real and what’s not, questioning everything in the world and learning what’s actually there and what’s not there at all.

The tale begins as follows:

“There once was a woman who lived with her child at the outskirts of a city, she always read her child a story before going to bed, and always the child would ask her mother if she could check under the bed in case there were any monsters. She would comply, and upon looking underneath and confirming that there was nothing under there, she would bid her child goodnight and leave the room to let them rest for the next day.

One day, the mother became ill, and she wasn’t able to tuck her child to bed, barely being able to function through the whole day, and once the night came and the mother sent the child to their bed, it all seemed like it would come to a nice end, finally recovering a little bit yet still unable to do much other than kiss her child before heading to her bed.

‘Mom, are you sure there are no ghosts under my bed?’ The child asked that same night, and even though she wanted to say they were being ridiculous believing in ghosts, that was a child, so it was normal for them to believe in ridiculous stuff.

‘Of course not, though if you want to make sure you’ll have to check yourself, I’m too sick to look under your bed right now,’ the mother answered, and she left the room open so that her child could get to her room in case anything happened. Once she reached her room she went to her bed and laid down, closing her eyes just before her child busted into her room and crashed into the bed next to her, tears running down their face as they bawled to their mother about finding something under their bed.

‘Hush child of mine, here, sleep next to me and I’ll protect you for tonight,’ the mother said, and upon letting the child enter the bed with her, she comforted herself in knowing her child would be safe of their own nightmares and imagination upon watching underneath the bed towards the dark expanse, and slept soundly.

Upon waking up the next day, the rest of the house was found ravaged, and the  only room that was left intact was the one where both parent and child were sleeping together soundly.”

There are many theories as to what the ending of that folktale means, some believe that it was a burglar that entered the house and stole everything that wasn’t nailed down, leaving the room with the mother alone in order to avoid waking her up, whether there was really a ghost and this should be classified as a fairy tale instead, or if there’s another explanation to the story itself.

The thing is, what anyone in Amity Park can tell you is that this story is most likely based on real events, and should be considered as a folk tale, ghosts are real after all and that’s been proven, so who’s to say that the child really found a ghost under their bed and while freaking out, they accidentally bumped into a lot of stuff and the ghost running behind them also destroyed more things before they reached the safe haven of their mother’s embrace.

What everyone’s certain about though, is that for some reason Danny Fenton always finds himself embarrassed when hearing about the story, and only Sam Manson and Tucker Foley seem to understand why he feels that as they both laugh at his expense when the folk tale is brought up again.

#Ectoberweek2022 #Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Sam Manson #Tucker Foley #yeah this is a giant reference to that one scene from Infinite Realms XD

[empirexsin]

" your psycho girlfriend threatened to kill me tonight. I think . . . I think you should go to her, artie." @williopolis​

thought he had a good thing since his escape from arkahm. how he'd found someone like willow. kind. gentle. not judgemental. he had thought many a time that it would have been good to know her before all of the mayhem. when he had been nobody except everybody's punching bag. he might have seen a light at the end of the tunnel. been able to return to penny's apartment each night, covered in bruises, if only because there would be the hope of bumping into willow's friendly face along the route. but they hadn't known one another then. and would she have looked as kindly on him then as she does now? or would she have been a witness to many brutal beatings he would have received, and manipulative words and actions people would have said and done to him, if only to take advantage of his naive nature. he's not naive anymore. tries not to be. but arthur has always had a different way of thinking about the world. doesn't seem to match everyone else's. not all the time. not most of the time.

"kill..you? " he hasn't had this situation before. confrontation about him. everyone usually agrees he's nothing. but since he'd been in arkham he'd gotten close to harleen. close enough to manipulate her in his own way so that she could help him escape. she'd said nice things to him too. been naive. perhaps he saw himself in harley a little. how her outlook on the world had been hopeful. a graduate of psychology. but somehow she'd landed a job in the worst, beaten-down city. and somehow the male doctors spoke to her as if her qualifications didn't match theirs. and somehow they spoke to her like an object - crudely flirtacious to a point of being uncomfortable. and arthur had watched it all - observing snippets from his white, padded room. or the communal living area. or the hallways. seemingly his silence, and ability to listen, had harnessed him the power to make harleen feel appreciated. wanted. loved. enough to think that there could be something for them outside of the four walls. enough for her to believe that he wasn't what they all said about him in the city. what the police said. what the judge said. what the news said. just misunderstood. but he's gotten close to willow. strangers to friends. and maybe harleen sees her as a threat. if only because arthur spends most of his time with her. enhancanted to an extent. thinks she's beautiful. knows she gets told it in one way or another. he's seen men wolf whistle at her down alleyways before they spit on the floor, like rabid dogs.

" i...she won't kill you " but he doesn't know this for certain. harleen is obsessed with arthur. puts him on a pedastool and makes him sound, and feel like a king on a throne. worships the ground he walks on. no one has reacted to him like that. he feels like somebody. but he also feels like somebody with willow. and one is intense and the other is natural. like two halves of the same coin. the jekyll and hyde of the other. " i don't want to go " he's frowning, like a child who has been told to put on his shoes and go to school, adamant that they're sick so they can stay home. forced to do the opposite. " i won't let her hurt you. she's just upset "

[glitchtrees]

//The following is very long so there’s a TL:DR at the end :)

Hello good people of tumblr! Welcome to my account, glad to have you here. This is a roleplay account for the omens au by the lovely bunfloras and quizb. Any and all posts will be related to that, unless I specify otherwise! Ooc posts will be dignified by two slashes, like seen in the beginning of this post.

If you were part of omens before, you may or may not recognize me from the week of chaos that I shall now be dubbing the unfortunate happenings that once occurred (with various variations). I will not go into any detail of the events that occurred. In fact, I will be so cryptic about it that people who don’t know what happened will think that someone was kidnapped and replaced by a clone that then tried to kill the original and his closest friends. Oh wait, wrong au.

ANYWAYS! I was indeed quite active in the week of omens over on Twitter. Same character and everything, @glitch_trees if you want to check it out and learn more about my character. Some of my personal favorite moments of mine are the following:

-Getting the oh-so-elusive Bikeman follow. He was a true homie, he will be missed

-Almost getting burnt alive when a hero set the warehouse I was in on fire

-Making raccoon robots after the racclone fiasco

-Falling into a dumpster during parkour

-Writing in villains with sharpie and putting stickers on them with Phosphor/Lightning Bug

-This sick photo taken when running from the police:

-Hiding eggs all over the city for Easter with other vigilantes:

And that’s basically all the notable/entertaining things I’ve done during the last go around. I should note that I don’t consider any of what happened last time canon unless the creators themselves mention it and make it clear that it’s canon. So events like vote Bikeman for god, the racclone fiasco, etc. won’t be brought up by me a lot. I may mention them once or twice to make a funny haha joke, but it’ll be more like a vague reference and I’ll treat it like it was a weird collective dream everyone had.

ENOUGH OF THE PAST! It’s time to talk about what will be happening now!

I will continue to roleplay as Glitch going forward. Don’t know who Glitch is? They’re my vigilante omens oc who loves inventing, coffee, explosives, and being a pain in the ass for heroes.

They do in fact have a power, but it’s not revealed to the public. It’s a pretty discreet one, so unless you knew what to look for you wouldn’t know what it was. To sum it up, they can control any machine that’s within a certain distance from them, with a passive effect of knowing where nearby machines and their parts are (like wires and such). How it works is they split their consciousness, some of it going to the machine they control. This lets them do things like hear and see through mics and cameras. They can change how much of their consciousness they put into a machine, so they can either have a very loose control or go fully into it. Their skill in controlling the machine also changes with how well they understand it. If they made the machine themself, or are familiar with its structure and how it functions, they can get a pretty tight control. But if they don’t know a lot, they’ll get a lot of fight back. It’s still possible to control a machine they don’t know, but it’s a lot more taxing and time consuming, so they don’t do it often. Side effects include migraines, fatigue, dizziness, nausea, and disassociation, depending how much of them goes into the machine.

They have quite a few tools in their kit, all of which were made by themself. Their main weapon is their staff, which is actually a pair of escrima sticks that combine together. They can be electrified as well. They have a laser knife, which is just a regular knife with a button that activates an electromagnetic radiation field around it. It can be used to cut and burn stuff that way. Then they have an eye mask, which is styled to look like one of those LED eye changing ones. But it has an earpiece connected that automatically hacks into police/hero radios so they can listen in. They have some animal robots, mostly smaller things like birds or bugs. Yes I’m keeping the raccoon robots, it was a cool idea okay. They use these to gather information before going into a fight or to distract their opponents. Some smaller things they have include hover boots, wrist braces that have various tools like a grapple gun, and generic tools like flashbangs, bear spray, lock picks, and smoke bombs.

But they’re not Glitch all the time! By day, they’re Emery Hart, a software developer trying to make ends meet.

They actually wanted to be a hero when they were younger. But when they applied for the academy, they were rejected, the only reason being that their power wasn’t “heroic” enough. So, they took matters into their own hands, taking on the Glitch persona and saving people their own way. This might not be set in stone, if anything the creators say contradicts this backstory I will change it.

That’s about all you need to know about Glitch! Let’s talk a bit about me now.

I go by a few names. You can just call me Glitch ooc if you want. I also go by Apple, which is my regular username. Honestly I don’t care what you call me as long as it isn’t intentionally rude. I use she/her pronouns ooc, but I get it if you just want to use they/them so you just use the same pronouns for the same account, I get it.

I do use tone tags a decent amount myself. You don’t need to use them when talking to me, but if it can come across a few ways then I would appreciate them just to clarify. If you don’t use them for whatever reason, then I’ll probably ask what the tone was meant to be if I’m confused. If I don’t ask and get the tone of your message wrong, just let me know no biggie.

I’m not actually that into the dsmp anymore, mostly I’m just into fan content like this. I do love Minecraft though, and a lot of video games in general. I mostly play Nintendo games, with Splatoon, Pokémon, and The Legend of Zelda being my favorite series. My favorite games are Kid Icarus: Uprising and Undertale though.

I write fanfics! I’m planning on uploading a ROTTMNT oc fic on my main Tumblr. It’ll mostly be crack with no real plot in the beginning then I’ll decide where I want it to go lol. I also have BNHA and Harry Potter fanfics that revolve around other ocs of mine. The BNHA one follows a quirkless vigilante and the Harry Potter one follows a Slytherin girl in Fred and George’s year. They’re both on Ao3, Quotev, and Wattpad, so if they sound interesting or you just like how I write on this page, then check them out! I assure you, you’re not missing out on much if you don’t know the plots of the source material. Each fic follows its own plotline, and while they might follow canon loosely, there are many differences that make it easy to follow without prior knowledge.

I also do art! I post ROTTMNT art and videos on TikTok along with some other content mixed in, and I post more finished pieces and WIPS on Twitter. If you like any art I post here and want to see more, check them out!

That’s about all I have to say. It was a big text dump so if you made it through all of it then congrats to you. You have my applause. I’ll link the socials I mentioned previously below if you wanted to look into any, so peruse at your leisure.

Let’s make this au amazing, and remember to PLEASE respect bun and quiz and all the work they’ve put into this!

TL:DR: Hi I’m gonna be role playing for the omens au by bunfloras and quizb. I’ll be playing a vigilante character named Glitch who can control machines and is just an all around chaos incarnate. They have a bunch of cool gear that they made themself. They use they/them, and their civilian name is Emery Hart. When ooc, you can call me Glitch or Apple, and I use she/her but they/them is fine if you just want to use the same for op and oc. I use tone tags and would appreciate it if you use them as needed. I do a bunch of cool writing and art stuff on other sites which you can find the links to below. Let’s have fun and not be weird okay? Woo!

Socials:

Original Glitch Twitter Page: https://twitter.com/glitch_trees

Main Tumblr:

Ao3:

Quotev:

Wattpad:

TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@appple_treee?lang=en

Main Twitter: https://twitter.com/appple_tree

#omensau #dsmp #dsmp au #original character #omens au #bunfloras #quizb #limelight #limelight au #vigilante #roleplay #ooc #omens au roleplay #technoblade #philza #seraphim #dominion

[ekebolou]

Academy Days: Day Two, pt 2

I bet I slip up with the names a bit. i'm always slipping up with the names. Technically there's more than 250 for this First Year shit, so take it easy on me.

“What is this?”

“What’s your grouping?”

“Ugh, I’ve got all academics at least twice a week…”

“Then you’re reading your schedule wrong.”

Esras wished desperately the benches had back boards, so he could lean back while he pretended to eat. Well – he wasn’t really pretending. He had found a nice early peach in the basket of fruits up by kitchens, and while it had a terrible, hard texture, it also had a delightful smell. So he was kind of eating, having finished breakfast earlier.

The problem was he could have held the peach up, covering the lower part of his face and letting him enjoy that smell, if he was able to lean back, instead of having to awkwardly cradle it at his chest, one hand holding his opposite elbow, as he sat up straight on a bench. He couldn’t imagine he looked relaxed, which was one reason he was still in the hall at all – to look relaxed.

And gather intelligence. One could gather intelligence and look relaxed, he had hoped. Hopes the discomfort of trying to look relaxed on a flat, backless bench was quashing.

Yesterday had been terrible, but really a rather tame kind of terrible, falling below his expectations for the Academy and its fearsome reputation. He suspected it was to do with it being a half day – technically, most of the ollamh put off being involved in the Academy’s doings until the very last second, as if their duties in the field kept them busy. At least, that’s what the officers at Prep had scoffed. So far, the aspiring First Year cadets had been run around, made tired, but not tested – not really, anyway. So all of the tests would come today, somehow, and while he couldn’t predict what they would be, he could get an idea of who was going into them with him.

“I mean, really, what is this?” the same cadet exclaimed, raising his spoon high above his bowl and letting the contents plop back in.

“It’s porridge,” Esras said patiently. He didn’t know most of these peoples’ names – nicknames would do until it was certain any of them were going to stay in his circle. So he nicknamed this one ‘porridge’ – to himself, of course.

“Isn’t that for when you’re sick?” said another, nicknamed Comb for his dire need of one. They would cut all that off, soon. “Though, we always had beef tea…”

“I know what porridge is,” Porridge said, irritably. “This doesn’t look like any porridge I’ve ever had. My horses get better porridge than this.”

“It’s been made with corn,” one Esras decided to call ‘Smart’ said. He unceremoniously dipped a finger in Porridge’s bowl and tasted it. “Oh, and rice – that’s odd, must be time to use them up.”

“You would have a better meal if you got here earlier,” Cruvcrudiach said, having just arrived at the table for a second time. He made space for himself simply by being putting himself between several of the others, who scooted aside. He didn’t say it unkindly, but Porridge got angrier.

“There’s still fruit,” Esras pointed out, holding out his barely-bitten peach.

“I don’t like fruit,” Porridge complained.

“What’s wrong with you?” Smart asked without malice, making Esras especially appreciate his nickname.

“Who cares about the food,” Maoilin drawled. He sat across the table, on Cruvcrudiach’s other side, but since he had refused to scoot, the cadet he had been sitting next to, whose schedule he had been perusing, had been forced to get up and move. “They’ll be giving us scraps until they think we’re broken.”

Esras held the peach up under his nose, taking a deep breath but not biting. Early peaches – fresh fruit of any kind – were hardly ‘scraps’ in the city.

“Why would they want to do that?” Comb said with a slight frown. He had frowned very slightly a lot this meal. Very delicate, noble frowns. “You would think they would want us healthy.”

“Maoilin exaggerates for effect,” Esras said. “We’ll be healthy, but not spoiled – and Cruvcrudiach is right – the earlier you come the more of the popular options will be available.”

“How do you know?” Porridge asked, eyes narrowed menacingly. “At Prep we all got the same meals – it was more fair.”

It decidedly was not. They all got the same meals, but could only eat what they could defend from rapacious tablemates and upperclassmen. Esras had lost many parts and all of more than one meal to tolls set by bigger, older, and meaner schoolmates. He had already decided that if such a system was in place at Academy, he was going to change it; it was another part of why he had gotten to the hall so early, and stayed so long.

“It’s a sideboard, idiot,” Maoilin said. “At least you should know how servants filling a sideboard works and reason from there.”

It wasn’t quite, and Esras resisted the urge to argue, because the arguing would be petty. Where Esras had arrived the hall as soon as he could – without looking rushed – and sat back to observe, Maoilin had entered a few minutes after, wordlessly sat down with his porridge – which he had at least added fruit to, and it looked like some shredded meat – and started evaluating everyone’s schedules. He was keeping the evaluations to himself, but sparing slight explanations, dropping small readings of the meaning of the complicated schedule books and their groupings the way a fortuneteller might drop the suggestion of oncoming doom when selling their services, or the way a bird of prey might scatter feathers, to be pecked at by lesser scavengers, as it ate its meal.

Esras was thoroughly annoyed that Maoilin’s approach was giving him far more concrete intelligence, without making him look nosey or desperate, the very qualities Esras had constructed his plan to avoid. He tried to console himself that he was getting a different kind of intelligence, one he thought would be more useful in the short term, by getting to observe the way the new cadets interacted.

These were, for the most part, former attendees at Academy Preparatory, though some were of slightly different vintage than Maoilin, Cruvcrudiach, and Esras – or had run in very different circles. They had gravitated together as a set of familiar faces who at least had notes to compare if no superior knowledge about the Academy functioned. They had been given precious little of that, and Esras – as did, he suspected, the other cadets from Preparatory – assumed that would be part of the tests of the day.

A number of other floaters – not cadets from Preparatory – had also gathered round, drawn either by the sense of community or the sense of superior knowledge the group of Preparatory cadets gave off. These, however, were usually muscled out of the center by other Preparatory cadets sliding into place among semi-familiar faces. Esras took note of the one who fought to hold their position, and the ones who wandered away – some disappointed, but some determined to find other sources of potential support.

Anyone who was just eating was too stupid to attend to.

“Well, it’s almost up, anyway,” Esras said, leaning forward over the table towards the middle, where several of the thick books overlapped each other. “Is anyone else headed to Swordplay?”

“How can you tell?” piped up a smaller cadet, further down the table. Esras decided to call him Stone, like the tiny stone in his ill-ripened peach.

“I’ll bet you’re headed to Foundations,” Maoilin said.

“I have Foundations,” Comb said – delicate frown.

“We all have Foundations,” Cruvcrudiach decided to intervene, raising his head from his own massive serving of porridge. It wasn’t his first, but he was a big guy.

“I asked the Minder at the dorm,” Esras said. “It is part of what they’re there for – to answer questions.”

“Oh, bullshit,” Maoilin said, then seemed to think better of challenging Esras on his gentle lie, extending insistent hands over the table to request his schedule. “They’re not called ‘Minders’ here – that’s Prep bullshit. They call them wards or something – already heard someone drop it in conversation earlier. They’ll sniff you out in a second if you call them Minders. Give me your bullshit schedule – I want to see whether I need to tolerate you at breakfast, Esras Cole.”

“What do you mean sniff you out?” Stone asked.

Grinning as if this were a joke between them, Esras handed his schedule book over. “I’m afraid you do – we’re both at Swordplay first, same group, same ollamh.”

“Ah, well, das bratar, as they say in the South,” Maoilin said, scrutinizing the book.

“We do not,” Porridge grunted.

“If you’re from the South, I would think you would recognize corn and rice porridge,” Smart observed.

“Look at this!” This one, Esras knew the name of – Enda, another familiar face, though not a friend, from Prep – and he held before his face a steaming, shiny piece of flatbread almost as big as his head, like a clothier checking the threads of a fabric sample. “Just came out fresh.”

Several of the cadets, including Cruvcrudiach, got up immediately to retrieve their own.

“What’s that?” Porridge asked, leaning back to glare at the kitchen. “Who’ve they got working back there?”

“Midraeics, obviously,” Maoilin said, not taking his eyes up from Esras’ schedule.

“Is this part of that stupid trick they’ve pulled this year?” Porridge asked. “Admitting a Midraeic student?”

“Midraeics always work in the Academy kitchens,” Stone said, but he was sinking back into his seat, rather than striding off with Cruvcrudiach to get a piece of flatbread.

“You know it’s all a prank by Seolgaire,” Comb said. “We just can’t tell who it’s a prank on, yet. With them, it could go either way, you know. Whole family is touched.”

“The Academy doesn’t participate in pranks,” Esras said, still seated only because he was still trying to appear relaxed. The very smell of the flatbread made his stomach rumble. “Are you getting one?”

To be under the direct gaze of one of the central conversationalists of the table made Stone shrink. “Uh…”

“Would you pick me up one?” Esras asked.

“Me, too,” Maoilin said, not looking up. “Cruvcrudiach’s going to have an armful but you know he’ll be planning to eat them all.”

“Well,” Esras said, shrugging. “Growing boy.”

“Wish I was growing like that,” Comb observed.

After a silence, Stone looked over his shoulder, “Will they let me…?”

“Who’s going to stop you?” Maoilin said, looking up sharply, deep frown so general it was hard to tell whether he was disgusted by Stone’s timidity or the idea he might not be allowed more than one piece of bread. Whether it was resolved for Stone was unclear, however, as he got up and walked towards the windows by the kitchens.

“The Hall’s master might,” Porridge said, watching Stone walk away. He let out a sort of mirthless chuckle, “You remember when the Prep kitchen ran out of joints that one night?”

Esras did. An entire class – some twenty students who had arrived late due to their ollamh keeping them over time – had nothing but bread and beans. At Prep, meals were supposed to be identical – fair and even, to encourage no complaints. When one student asked the master of the Kitchens about their meals, they learned that the important bit was in fact the ‘no complaints’. The entire class of twenty had gotten a beating for his audacity. The class ostracized the student for earning them all a beating, which drove the ollamhs to intervene when it got too bad.  The ollamhs had the entire year of students receive a beating, including Esras, Maoilin, Cruvcrudiach, and apparently, Porridge.

Such was the fairness and evenness of Academy Preparatory.

Esras had just meant to encourage Stone to do as he wished and get bread – well, and get some bread himself, without ruining his ease – but this was a good reminder that he needed to be more wary. Too bad it had come from an idiot.

“We’re really going to have to watch it with who we associate with,” Maoilin said, tossing Esras’ schedule back to him. “There’s no overarching order to the schedule groups that I can see, so we’ll have to build our way up to the top again.”

This ‘we’ and ‘our’ caught Esras’ attention the way a fishhook caught in a thumb.

Maoilin was looking at him eyes bright under half-closed lids, managing to pull off a posture far more relaxed than Esras had been.

“They haven’t even separated out the cadets who went to Preparatory?” Comb asked, dismayed, looking over the pile of schedules remaining in the center of the table. “Seems short-sighted, at least.”

“They know we’ll do better,” Maoilin said, still watching Esras. “So they’ve mixed us in. Maybe they hope we’ll drag a few untrained ones with us towards the top.”

“It isn’t like Prep, you know,” Esras said. “it could just be they’ve assigned lots randomly. They mean for there to be no incoming advantages.”

“They might mean for it, but it won’t be true,” Maoilin said. “There is always advantage to be had. And I doubt they did things randomly, like you doubt they admitted a Midraeic student as a prank. They don’t do things that way.”

“And they’ll have to be careful about it, or their pet will get squashed,” Porridge said, earning him a sliver of Maoilin’s attention.

“Honestly, admitting Cruvcrudiach was a bit of a tip of the hat to managing advantage,” Comb observed morosely. “I couldn’t grapple him at Preparatory and now he’s grown a foot I doubt I’ll do better against him.”

“Yes,” Maoilin said. “Some advantages are natural, an accident of birth, but they’re no less advantages. And we would be fools not to exploit our advantages while we have them. Best not to dilute them until it’s necessary.”

The others were returning with this armfuls of fresh bread – Cruvcrudiach did, in fact, start passing out his bounty though he kept more than a few, and likewise, Stone gave one to Esras and – slightly more nervously – another to Maoilin.

“I think after today we’ll have a better idea of what our advantages are,” Esras said. “You know, that’s part of the point of this place. It’s supposed to take everyone as they come, and let them demonstrate their level, not assume a level going in.”

Maoilin rolled his eyes, but indicated capitulation to the table with a sigh and ferocious tear at his piece of flatbread. “Ever the idealist, Esras Cole. It’s a wonder you survived Academy Prep with such ideals intact. The rest of us probably better hope it’s not an even playing field out there, or just start saluting Cruvcrudiach right now.”

“Feel free,” Cruvcrudiach said, mouth full of bread. “But do it fast, or you’ll be late.”

He stuck one oily finger to point at one of the schedules on the table. “Class is starting halfway across campus.”

Regardless of whose schedule it was, they all said ‘Fuck’ simultaneously.

#kostas stuff #things that i wrote #stories

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Hi there Peahen mom! Have you heard of this song Hellfire from the disney movie The hunchback of Notre Dame? I was thinking of a Au like drabble like what if Sukuna was like a priest that everyone knew and feared. And yet, he had his eyes on one certain demon that roams the streets.

What if he has his eyes on Ink and wanted her to be his or burn in her own flames? Maybe a little bit of a example?

((Hi anon, hope your doing well this evening. Second, yes I've heard of the movie way back and it was a good one. Same with the song as well. Hmmmmm, that's a interesting one too but sure, I can write something or a sample. One moment.))

(( Ink belongs to @demon-blood-youths ))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

Sukuna, the head priest of the town, looks out to the sun that shines upon the land. He was well know for his power and ruling. Even if many feared him for his own doing. His eyes looks down at the area, seeing people passing by. He was looking silent only because of a certain young woman.

He knew of the demons that roam around and live their lives as normal. However, he didn't know why. This one young woman has caught his eyes. Raven black hair, light grey eyes, that too innocent smile.

No she couldn't be human could she? It was like she was either the one that strokes the fire in his soul. Or burns him from within. This woman..she was not human and he knew that. Even when seeing her from afar she was unlike anyone he's seen in this town or city. "......."

The upper part of his face was darkened, arms folded behind his back, he wonders what he will do. Will he find and punish her for her wrong doings? Or...maybe keep her for his own desire? Well, that was unknown for him but he isn't sure. For now, he keeps to himself before seeing his followers that was wondering if he was alright.

"Father Sukuna, are you sure your alright? You been gazing out at the window all morning. Was their something we can do to help you?"

".....No but I am wondering if you found out anything I need to know. Something in the city. That woman...have you found out anything about her?"

"......." His followers were quiet but one steps forward.

"We found out one thing sir. Her name is Ink Vanguard. She's well known for being the most strongest demon in town. Or that's what we know. However, we been keeping a eye out for her but nothing yet." he said.

".........."

"Well, keep looking. I already have this place under my power but I demand for her to be brought to me. No matter the cost or destruction you have to do. I want her here...and soon." he warns but the others nods scared since they can tell he was serious.

"Right away Father." they said but turns to leave quickly. Sukuna heard the doors close but only turns to look at the fire place as it burns. Though, his eyes shows the gleam from the flames, feeling the heat as he only could see her face almost. From what he can do to break her into nothing but a prize. Well, that was pushing it. He's seen glances of her but that's it.

Though, he did meet her face to face and he will say she was a dangerous one indeed. Even remembering the hit to his face to the cut on his arm. She was also powerful that her light grey eyes glowed angry for him to get away from him. Though, this interested him. If she was that powerful, she would be good for him to have. Looking to the fire, he only had his arms crossed, the upper part of his face hidden in the darkness with a sick grin.

"...I really can't wait to meet you again Inky. You make this so much fun. It's hard not to......" he chuckled but seeing the flames burn only got him excited. Oh what fun he will have once she was in his grasp.

#OOC #scattered silver rose petals #ask answered #mun answered #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #the fractions of NYC #demon-blood-youths #anon #peahen writer #au drabble idea