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missholoska · 1 year

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some new Underswap MH designs! properly showcasing Maddy the Dummy, and introducing Swap MH Ruins Dummy's Mad Mew Mew equivalent form ✨

info about them and design ramblings under the cut!

Dummy:

appears as the tutorial dummy in the Ruins - Asgore encourages Chara to talk to them, but no matter what action the human takes, the Dummy will take offence and leave the room after snapping at them. Asgore then takes the opportunity to tell Chara that even if a monster is rude, showing mercy is still important.

Bored Dummy:

appears as a boss in Waterfall - Mad Dummy told them to get revenge for how they were treated by Chara, but Bored Dummy doesn't really care about fighting and only does so to make their cousin happy.

at the end of their battle with Chara, Happstablook notices the commotion and makes a dramatic entrance with a glitter bomb, inadvertently spooking his cousin out of their body.

Mad Dummy:

offscreen, Alphys asks if they'll model a Mew Mew Kissy Cutie cosplay she'd been working on, as she can't find her usual training dummy to ask. after agreeing and trying on the outfit, Mad Dummy has a Mad Mew Mew-esque identity revelation, and continues wearing the cosplay for the rest of the "game".

if Chara speaks to her in the overworld, she mentions she's considering renaming herself Maddy.

???:

briefly reappears as Bored Dummy again with Maddy after Alphys' hangout event, but soon afterward decides to leave that body behind for good.

after the barrier is broken, Chara can find the uninhabited dummy body in Waterfall, and a barely-visible ghost floating near the snails at Blook Acres.

Maddy the Dummy:

loving life as an adorable mannequin model and one of Napstabot's singers. she frequently changes her look with different wigs and clothes, and has a preference for pinks and pastels, frills, and occasional edgier styles.

still very much the loud, energetic and quick-to-anger type, easily switching from cutesy charm to yelling at someone annoying, and retains her habit of repeating words/phrases three times.

doesn't become Mew Mew like her UT counterpart, but she does have a big soft spot for the Mew Mew Kissy Cutie series, though she prefers Mew Mew 2. she and Alphys have had multiple Undernet arguments about this.

has both friends and knives now!!

Pom Pom:

still lacking a body on the surface, Chara offered to knit them a custom body of their own. they liked the idea of being an animal-like monster, as well as an apple theme based on their favourite saying (that being their UT counterpart's check description). once the body was complete, they soon became corporeal and took on the new name Pom Pom.

they're shy, quiet, easily startled, and especially prone to boredom. they have little tolerance for aimless shenanigans, and will either leave a situation they dislike or just ragdoll on the floor and sleep. they stand like they're about to fall over at all times.

their new body kept some familiar features from their previous, including a cotton heart and button eyes. the heart functions similarly to Napstabot's heart-shaped core.

ghost ages are pretty vague, but they're an adult and the youngest of the ghost cousins.

I've talked about Maddy a couple times in the past, but to reiterate: like Happstablook I want to handle her character with as much respect towards her UT counterpart's story as I can, given that her role swap predates Mad Mew Mew's reveal. had I not designed and gotten attached to my Napstabot in early 2018, just months before UT's Switch port, maybe I would've swapped Mettaton and Mew Mew instead, but it is what it is. think of her as Mew Mew and Glad Dummy combined 💖

as for Pom Pom, with how little canon info there is on Ruins Dummy I just went all-in on what few details I had to work with. admittedly the apple theme is a total stretch from the "apple of my eye" part of their check description, but I liked it too much to not go with it! and them being an animal-like humanoid is to match Mew Mew being a catgirl, so I thought a deer suited their personality.

also, the reason their body was knitted by Chara specifically is I love the headcanon that ghosts can hear the narrator (based on Napstablook responding to their own check description), so after applying it to Swap MH I thought it'd be cute if Chara and Frisk have a close bond with the ghost family post-pacifist :'>

anyway I'm aware that they're pretty much just an OC-ified version of a canon character at this point, but like. people have been doing that with the humans, Gaster, Dess and AU Sanses for years. I am allowed one (1) Basically A Fan Character version of an existing character, as a treat

#undertale #safeutdr #underswap mh #ruins dummy #mad mew mew #mad dummy #ghost cousins #swap mh background characters #undertale art #holoskart

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dameronology · 1 year

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timing's a bitch [5/5] - s.h

summer '87

“oh my love, i lied to you, but i never needed to" - liar, paramore (x)

“if you have chemistry, you only need one other thing…timing. but timing is a bitch” - how i met your mother

a.k.a the three times that steve harrington chose the wrong moment, the one time that you chose the wrong moment, and the one time you both got it right (series masterlist)

a/n: i am sooooo sorry for how long this took. i have a long list of excuses but i shall not bore you. we have, however, finally made it to the end and i owe you all the biggest fucking thank you in the world for all your support on this series. i love u all and i hope this is the ending u wanted <3

Twelve months was the longest period of time you’d gone without seeing Steve Harrington.

You’d seen him basically every day for your entire goddamn life and then he’d just…disappeared. Left the arcade in a cloud of shame and then you hadn’t seen him since. He was fine; you knew that much. A quick call to his parents had let you know that he was with them in Florida. Fuck knows why, because as far as you’d known he had hated his parents almost as much as he hated Florida. But, as it had turned out, knowing didn’t account for much. You thought you knew Harrington’s every move, but everything in the last year had completely blindsided you. Even if it was just an anomaly, it was enough to make you question everything. It had hurt more than you cared to admit – the sudden revelation, the disappearance, the lack of contact – but the realisation that he’d admitted to loving you had carried you for just a little while.

Only a little while. Three months at the most. After that, you lost hope and moved on.

Did it feel like part of you was missing? Completely. Was there anything you could do about it? Absolutely not.

Steve’s name became something of a curse word amongst your friendship circle. Friendship triangle, actually. The combination of Eddie and Robin had been the only thing carrying you through. Hawkins had changed as you knew it, because as it turns out, you and Steve had shared a pair of rose-coloured lenses. The town sucked without them and man you hoped Florida was even worse for him. Maybe one of the crocodiles or swamps would swallow him up. At least that way you could get closure.

It was hard not to think about him; to think about whether or not he’d started dating again, about how much he was probably suffocating under the same roof as his parents. The part of you that had been hurt by him wanted so badly for him to be aching too – for you, for the familiar, for the realisation that Tampa Bay might have been great, but no place was truly great without you – but the rest of you just pined. For him, for his dumb sarcasm and ridiculous ability to be so smart about everything, for his shitty driving and that stupid cologne and the cursed BMW that you were afraid to shine a UV light in for fear of a live Jackson Pollock experience.

You missed him.

Eddie and Robin were good company. Every time you were sad, you would find yourself with them at the Hideout, laughing about something stupid and then revelling in the realisation that you were going to be fine. Everything was going to be fine. You had your friends.

“So…I like her, but I don’t like like her, you know?” Eddie’s aimless ramblings filled your ears one cold Wednesday night. Class had been long, but not as long as this conversation. Was he even going the right way home? You’d no clue.

“So, break up with her then, Eds,” you replied, unable to resist an eyeroll. “It’s obvious.”

“But she’s so hot!”

“And?!” you shot back. “You can’t just hold out for someone because they’re hot.”

“Right. If you did, you’d be in a Florida swamp by now.”

You shot Eddie a glare. “Watch it.”

“I regretted it as soon as I said it,” he grimaced. “Sorry. I really am.”

Eddie reached across and squeezed your arm, giving you a smile. He was far too easy to forgive.

As it turned out, he had been going the right way, because your apartment building had finally made an appearance in the distance. One of the better developments in your life in the past year had been that you, Robin and Eddie found a place together. It was a complete shithole, and you were pretty sure your neighbour was a pervert, but it was yours. More yours than your place in New York had been.

Hopping out the van, you shut the door behind you and fumbled around for your keys. Eddie wasn’t far behind, just taking a moment to assess the damage the pavement had done to his wheel when he’d collided it with at the morning. Something about the government shouldn’t have put a pavement there and I don’t pay taxes for this shithole to destroy my van.

Unlocking the door, you stepped inside and was immediately greeted by Robin. She was in attack mode, elbowing her way past you and towards Eddie.

“Munson!” she yelled. “How many times have I told you not to smoke week inside? I’m trying to study for my finals but all I can smell is your skanky goddamn stoner broccoli- “

“- woah, woah, woah!” Eddie held his hands up in defence. “Before you rip my head off, don’t you want to have that conversation with our beloved roommate first?”

You glanced at them, thinning your eyes. “The hell are you talking about?”

“Uh…” Robin trailed off. “We should go inside for this.”

“Or you could just tell me here?” you suggested.

Despite your advice, your friends both took an arm each and lead you inside to the sofa, where they laid you down. Robin did have a point about the smell in here.

“You should sit down for this,” Eddie began.

You propped yourself up on your elbows. “I’m lying down?”

“Oh…” he trailed off. “Then you might want to sit up for this.”

Rolling your eyes, you sat up and swung your legs round so they were on the floor. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

Robin gulped. “Steve called.”

“Here?” your eyebrows shot up.

“Yeah. Six times, actually,” she continued.

“What?!” you exclaimed. “When?”

Eddie and Robin glanced at each other.

“Guys,” you pushed. “When?”

“Three months ago. And also, nine months ago, and also ten months ago, and he also tried calling my house the week he left and…” Eddie trailed off. “Why do you look so angry?”

“Why the fuck are you only telling me this now?!”

“We thought it was best you didn’t know!” Robin chimed in. “He just made you so miserable and-

“- that’s not your decision to make!” you snapped.

“No, you’re right…. we know that. Now. We know that now,” Eddie said. “We just thought it was worth telling you because rumour has it, he’s back in town.”

“Rumour has it from who?”

“My eyes,” Robin admitted. “I saw him yesterday at the coffee shop down the road. I think he was looking for you.”

It wasn’t in your nature to dramatically storm off. It was even less in your nature to steal Eddie Munson’s keys and aimlessly speed off into the night, but you probably earnt the right to do after learning that your best friends had been lying to you. Betrayal from Steve had sucked, but even more so from them. What sucked even more was the realisation that he hadn’t been ignoring you for a year. That was a lot to deal with.

You found yourself driving to Lover’s Lake. It had been an unconscious decision – less conscious that the one to fuck up Eddie’s tyres even more on the way over – but it was weirdly peaceful once you got there. Freaky alien portals aside, it was a pretty relaxing place when it was empty at night. The water was completely dark, lit up only by the moon and stars, where you could be alone with your thoughts and-

“I have a gun!”

The words from your mouth had been quick – and a lie – when you heard someone step on a twig behind you. It wasn’t the worse lie in the world. You could have had a gun in your pockets. Maybe. How big were guns anyway? You didn’t know.

“If you come a step closer I will fucking END you-“

“- you don’t carry a gun.”

There was only one person in the world who could be truly certain of that decision. Steve fucking Harrington.

A beat passed and before he could say anything else, you’d thrown yourself at him. You both fell to the ground – Steve breaking your fall with his body and letting out an ow – and for a split second, you weren’t sure you were decking him or fighting him. The decision came to you naturally, it turned out, because when he tried to sit up, you tackled him back into the ground with a hug. Steve sat there aimlessly for a second, but quickly wrapped his gangly arms back around you.

“Fuck,” you murmured. “What the fuck, Steve?!”

“Couldn’t I be asking you the same thing?!” he demanded. “You’ve been ignoring my calls for a year!”

You took a step back from the hug, glowering for a moment. “I haven’t. I promise.”

“Well you haven’t been answering them-“

“- it was Eddie and Robin!” you cut him off. “We moved in together…it’s too fucking long to explain, but they are meddlers. They are meddling meddlers. I’ve spent the last year waiting for you to call Steve and for fuck’s sake, man! It’s me. If you are genuinely stupid enough to think that I would willingly ignore your calls then you don’t know me at all!”

Steve was silent for a second. That was a lot of information to process. It was good information – encouraging, indeed - but it also meant he had to change his entire worldview that he’d spent the last year adjusting to. Not unlike you had in the last hour.

“Besides…” you carried on. Yeah, it was all coming out now. “You’re the one who accidentally confessed your love for me. You’re the one who ran away! So even if I had been ignoring your calls, who’s to say it wasn’t justified?”

“No, yeah…you’re right,” Steve murmured. “I’m sorry. I really am. I know that doesn’t cut it at all. It doesn’t even begin to make it right but if you would just give me the chance, I promise I will make it up to you.”

“A chance?” you raised your eyebrows. “What kind of chance?”

“The same kind of chance I asked for the night you left for college almost two years ago,” he said. “The chance that’s been fucked over and over because of bad timing-”

“- have you ever considered that maybe you were the one who was about twelve hours behind everyone else?”

“Have you ever considered that maybe you were twelve hours ahead?”

You smiled. “Get to the point, Steve.”

“I love you,” Steve declared. He flung his arms out at as he did, almost as though he were announcing it to the dark clouds above you. “I’m sorry for running away, but in doing it, I realised there’s only one place I want to run and that’s to wherever you are. Even if it’s almost midnight, by a lake, on a freezing cold night.”

“How did you even know I was here?” you asked.

“You have three places you go when you’re not home and that’s here, my house or the record shop and – look, I don’t want to rush you, but it would be really wonderful if we could circle back to where you stand vis-à-vis that love declaration-”

“- fucking obviously I love you too,” you cut him off.

Steve smiled. There was no doubt in his mind that you were still seething but finally, after two years of swings-and-roundabouts, you’d finally said the same thing at the same time. It had been a two year long head-ache – one you still felt dizzy from – but hey. You’d finally caught each other at the same moment. And god forbid you’d ever let him go.

“But this has to be it now, Steve,” you poked him in the chest. “No one-night stands, no other people, no bullshit. I can’t take bullshit.”

“This is it,” he said affirmatively. “I promise. I’m not ever letting you out of my sight again.”

“You promise?”

Steve grabbed your hand, pulling your pinky out of your balled up fist and wrapping it around his. “You have my word.”

Finally, he kissed you.

You’d kissed multiple times before; that fateful night two years ago, the even more fateful one in New York, and the time it almost happened in the lake just two miles from where you were stood. All of those things had taken you a step closer to this but the moment in itself felt like a weight off your shoulders. Almost like it was something that had been written in the stars since the first day you’d thrown a Lego brick at him, and both of you had been holding your breath waiting for you to happen ever since.

“I’m gonna kill Robin and Eddie, by the way,” you quietly said.

“Don’t,” Steve murmured against you. “I only just got you back. I can’t have you going to prison.”

"Yeah, fair point," you laughed. "Besides, if I can forgive you, I can forgive them."

"Hey!"

"Sorry..." you trailed off. "I love you."

Steve smiled. "I love you too."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things fluff #stranger things angst #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson

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phantom-fleetways · 27 days

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I loved your neo chaos sonic au

If it's okay to ask could you tell us more about it👀👀

Oh! Of course!

Frankly I haven't done much world building for it, since I have other AUs who are utter attention whores and life just LOVES to make me unable to draw for some stupid reason or another. But I do have some simple concepts I would love to share! If you feel like you can bare my aimless rambling, feel free to read the rest under the cut.

First off, setting. Generally speaking, Neo Chaos Sonic's timeline takes place after the events of Season 2's finale and the early portion of season 3's episode one.

But instead of Building Alpha Grim Sonic after a lot of dilly dallying on Nine's part, he decides to fight fire with fire. (And maybe he's a little scared of being alone, although he would never admit it.)

So he rebuilds Chaos Sonic instead. And to insure that he'll be able to beat Sonic, Nine decided to give him untethered access to the Paradox Prism.

This of course leads to Chaos Sonic deeming his normal build being to... Easy to deal with. And he is allowed a modicum of freewill by Nine. So who is he if he does not ascend to godhood to ensure the plan's execution? It's gonna be a temporary upgrade. And Nine did give him full access to the Paradox Prism.

Leading to this beautiful outcome!

It's a MAJOR upgrade. And it comes with a hip skirt! And who is she to go against a hip skirt?

After choosing a new form of befitting of his newly born Goddess status, NCS decides to make the Grim their perfect little paradise. Their powers are simple, as she is all powerful but not all knowing or anything.

NCS can change their appearance however she sees fit. Although due to his vanity, he mostly stays hedgehog robot shaped. And generally before war is brought to her doorstep, she just stands about as tall as NMS would. So they definitely Tower over Sonic and Nine easily. They also can pool liquid metal off of them and when the liquid metal touches the ground, they become Grim Sonic Troopers. All of which seem to reflect different small aspects of her personality. Also she has glitter beams and shit. He's a magical girl, they gotta have their glitter attacks.

After a while of their new arrangement, NCS stops referring to Nine as either "Best bud" or "Sir". And starts calling him Martyr or Prophet. Treating Nine as a prized possession and less like a friend or even someone they wish to protect and keep happy.

Nine isn't initially concerned about this though. Since he's certain that they are still loyal to him. Which is true, he is. But ultimately that loyalty does not outweigh her natural selfishness.

I believe that inevitably, there will come to pass a point where Neo Chaos Sonic decides to "sacrifice" Nine to herself. If only to make Sonic run a fool's errand. If you know ANYTHING about the ending of KH3 and the whole "Save the 7" segment with Riku? Like that. (For those who don't know, imagine Nine floating above an altar of some sort with his body partially transparent blue.)

I don't really know if Sonic and Co from prime would succeed, since I really just designed Neo Chaos Sonic for the sake of designing him. But I would say that in order to take down Neo, Sonic would need to brace the abyss™️ to find Shadow's missing Chaos Emerald. Since I'm a wedger a bet that Shadow would be logically able to use Chaos Control in the prism that Neo Chaos is using to power themselves. Buuut in order to do that, Shadow would have to get close enough.

There is the possiblity that allowing Sonic to shatter himself would fix everything too. But ultimately I have no clue cuz I just haven't thought far yet.

Overall, the AU is very shallow at the moment. And seeing as I have other far more complex AUs I'm working on, it might be this way for a while. So, I'm sorry about that! But I did enjoy rambling a bit, albeit a bit aimlessly.

I just really love this design and I really love how pretty they came out! Neo Chaos Sonic is a treat of a concept to me, since I adore Neo Metal Sonic. Favorite flavor of Mets to be honest. And I figured a Neo form for Chaos Sonic would do them good!

#!!!#Storytime #Phantoms #neo chaos sonic #chaos sonic #i really do love this concept #i just wish i could really think of a good plot for it #i got nothing unfortunately #all my resources have been put into the AU that's connected to my page banner #but i do hope i get to revisit this concept some day!#i really do love it!!#thank you for asking me about it!#anon ask

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gingerlee-holds · 2 years

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"A Monster, huh~?"

This is a tickle fic! If you don’t like it, don’t read it ^^

This is based on this prompt from @eunchancorner:

(Ler!Kirishima and Lee!Kaminari)

Eun requested this for her birthday, and i decided to binge four seasons of MHA to properly get a feel for the characters heehee

Triggers: Nothing but fluff baby (well maybe swearing)

Enjoy!! Reblog please cuz likes do nothing ^^

Kirishima heard a knock at his door. He delivered one last parting blow to the punching bag and walked to the door. He leaned against it, smiling to himself.

"Password?" He called through.

He heard his boyfriend sigh. "Red Riot, Future Number One Hero."

"Why, if it isn't my dear Kaminari, come to visit!"

Kaminari groaned playfully. "Just lemme in already!"

Kirishima giggled as he opened the door, pulling the electric hero in for a quick kiss before tossing him gently onto the bed.

"W-woah! Eager, huh?" Kaminari chuckled as the red-haired hero straddled his waist.

"Am I not allowed to miss my boyfriend~?" With that, Eijiro collapsed onto Kaminari, snuggling up close to him.

Denki smiled as he held the red-haired hero close. "Whatever, cutie!"

They cuddled like that for a while, talking about nothing significant. Kirishima and Kaminari's conversations were always as aimless as they were scatterbrained, quickly jumping around from one topic to another. Eventually, their ramblings died down, and silence filled the room. Kirishima was the one to finally say something.

"Hey, Kaminari?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you ticklish?"

Every muscle in Kaminari's body tensed up. Truth be told, he was indeed ticklish, embarrassingly so. Yet, in his arms at that very moment was Kirishima, Class 1-A's infamous tickle monster, who had wrecked most of their classmates at some point or another. He clamped his mouth shut tighter when he felt Eijiro tapping his fingers against his sides idly.

"I'm waiting, Kami~."

To get out of this situation, Denki would have to think fast, and think fast he did. He let off a quick electric shock to his boyfriend, nothing more painful than a static shock from a doorknob, purely to catch Kirishima off-guard, allowing him to escape. He ran out the door, taking off down the hallway like a lightning bolt.

"Oh, now you're in for it! I'm gonna wreck your shit, Pikachu!!" Kirishima ran after his boyfriend, staying close on his heels.

"No, no, no!! Lemme go!!" Despite his pleas for mercy, anticipatory giggles began spilling out of him.

"Hey, Kirishima! Whatcha up to?" Eijiro looked off to his side and saw Sero running beside him to his left.

"This punk needs tickles! Care to help me out a bit?"

"Oh, it'd be my pleasure! Anything to help you cut someone down to size!" Sero sent out a quick blast of tape, which ensnared Kaminari's leg, stopping him in his tracks. He hopped on one foot goofily, trying to shake the tape off.

"No, no! That was a dirty trick!"

Sero smiled and gave a hard tug to the tape, making Kaminari spin right into Kirishima's arms. "Why, thank you very much, Sero! I owe you one!"

"No need! Have fun with him, Kaminari!" He walked away, happy to have helped out.

"Say thank you to Sero for helping me~" Kirishima teased, nibbling softly on Kaminari's neck.

"AH-! OKAHAY-!! Thahank youhuhuhuhu, Sehehheehero!!!"

"Good boy~! Now let's get back to my room, yeah~?" Eijiro carried the electric hero back to his room, holding him tightly despite his vain wriggling. He laid him down on the bed, straddled his waist, and pinned his arms under his knees. "I hope you know that I'm not gonna go easy on you, dear~."

"Youhuhuhu vihihihhillahain!"

"You must clearly not want mercy, huh~?" With that, Kirishima scribbled at Kaminari's soft belly. The electric hero squealed and began cackling loudly.

"NAHAHAHAHA!! KIHIHIHIHIRIHIHI!!!"

"Nuh uh~! You had your chance! You could have just answered my question, but no, you had to use your quirk on me! How rude~!"

"IHIHIHI'M SAHAHAHRRYHYHYHY!!"

"Oh, I forgive you, dear! I still gotta tickle you, though~."

"NOHOHOHO FIHIHIHIHINGERS!!!"

"No fingers~?" Kirishima giggled. "Very well! I won't use my fingers~!" He leaned down and placed dozens and dozens of kisses on his boyfriend's belly, making him blush as red as his hair.

"WHAAHHAHAA!!! THAHAHAHAHAT'S WOHOHOHOHOHORSE!!!!"

"So picky~! I'm not going to listen to you if you're just gonna say that you don't like these tickles, because I can tell that you love them~! You haven't told me to stop yet, after all~!"

Kaminari blushed even more and stammered out an excuse through giggles. However, those were swiftly replaced by cackles when his boyfriend's kisses turned to cheeky nibbles.

"EHEHEHEHEHEHEIJIHIHIRO!!!!" Denki squealed and writhed around on the bed, trying desperately to escape Kirishima's dastardly nibbling.

"Omnomnomnomnom!!" the red-haired hero teased as he very gently nibbled and kissed all over the sensitive skin.

"YOUHUHU'RE AHAHAHA MOHOHOHHOHONSTER!!!" Kaminari covered his face with one hand, using the other to try to push his boyfriend's head away.

"A monster, huh~?" Kirishima placed a big raspberry on his belly button.

"FAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAACKKKK!!!!"

"Ooo~! You love raspberries, huh~? Do they make ya feel all tingly inside?

"LIHIHIHIKE IHIHIHI'M BEHEHEHHEING SHOHOHOHOCKED!!!"

"Oh, yeah! That makes sense!" Kirishima raspberried repeatedly, not letting up until Kaminari's laughter got wheezy and tears were falling down his cheeks.

"Okay, okay, I'll let up, cutie!" Kirishima got out of his shirt and spooned his boyfriend close, not stopping the tickles entirely. He gently traced hearts, smiley faces, and lightning bolts on his belly. "Didja like that~?"

"M-mhmhm!" Kaminari giggled as he nodded, nestling into Kirishima's strong arms.

"Aww~! You must be sleepy after all that, huh~?"

"Y-yeheahh..." Kaminari yawned.

Something suddenly popped into Kirishima's head, and he stopped the tickling. "Hey, by the way, why did you come in here at first?"

"Oh, yeah! Thank you for reminding me!" The electric hero turned around and held Kirishima close, kissing him softly. "Just needed a kiss from ya!"

They giggled, and Kirishima joked, "Well, I think you got a bit more than you bargained for, Pikachu~!"

Kaminari yawned as he nestled his head under his boyfriend's chin. "I'd say so..."

Kirishima melted at the sight of Kaminari looking so cute. "Goodnight, dear~. Sleep well~," Kirishima said soothingly. He rubbed the electric hero's back, kissing the top of his head and gently nuzzling his face in the soft yellow hair.

"Night, Kiri..." Needless to say, Kaminari had very, very tickly dreams that night.

#kayde wrote something woah #lee!kaminari #ler!kirishima #mha tickles #kirikami tickles

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unknownarmageddon · 9 months

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Geddon what if somehow the Apocalypse dudes managed to get themselves into one ofnthese cool liminal spaces . Not like the general city but one of the wierdly preserved rooms that look almost exactly like they were before the explosions to an eerie point because they've never been here but they can TELL . It also gives an odd sense of nostalgia to their own homes .

Anywayd it's unlikely because yeah the city like . BOOM . But . Thoughts

OOH

Yeah okay so if they somehow came across something like that. Maybe, theoretically, they wander so far outside the city they come across like, a farm house that was just away enough from the cities it wasn’t harmed enough by the explosions themselves to be destroyed but was still affected enough by the after effects that it’s abandoned. And they go inside the front door and it’s just so normal is JARRING. Like an emotional hit to the face it’s that jarring. Like everything is still there because for whatever reason the previous owners left everything. Maybe because they got killed by scavengers. So it looked like someone could just walk in the front door after a long day at work, kick off their shoes, and settle onto the couch for the evening any moment. But no one does. And it stays empty and silent. But this house is just. SO Normal. No lights or anything work of course because of all the disarray the world’s in, but it’s still intact. So Cross and Killer are wandering around this farm house, this little pocket in time almost. And maybe if they looked hard enough they could find spots of blood on the floor and some graffiti on the walls and dirt’s caked in the crevices but to them it’s just. Normal. And it’s alarming, unnerving almost. Because why was this house still here? Why wasn’t it overrun with scavengers? And maybe they stay in it for a while for the shelter, but the sheer homesickness and longing it strikes in them is enough that they have to leave. Because even this house, that to someone else may provide familiarity and comfort, is just a painful reminder of everything that had been lost when the bombs went off

ANYWAY there’s my fairly aimless ramble about that lmao

#Fun little theoretical scenario y’know y’know #May not be put together very well cause I’m a bit distracted but yeah fhfhfh #answering asks #denieatsart asks #deni!!#apocalyptic kross au #I love dystopian stuff so much dude it’s so fun to do stuff with

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Hi I read about your stories and they're really really good. Apologis it took me a while to send you this. I particularly enjoyed reading your 'in another life' prompts. I'm a sucker for angst. But angst that ends with fluff and happiness, idk, it just makes all the angst worth it if there's a happy ending. Anyway, I've been rambling - back to the request. Can I ask for a Shinobu one? I recently read a poem and I think it really suits her and someone she cares for. It goes like this... "I was angry at the world for a while. It seemed cruel that one moment a person could be here and the next one they become a memory. It seemed wrong, that you we'ren't an exception. But after time, I began noticing you in the crimson hues of a sunset and the stillness of the stars. And I realised that though I may not know where you went, you will never truly be very far" What do you think?

Aww thank you so, so much! I’m actually considering doing an “In Another Life” angsty prompt for Shinobu in the future, but thanks to holyeaglefanlawyer’s request for a continuation for Rengoku’s (ah my heart, I’m so excited for it)— I think I’ll end up turning all of the In Another Life prompts into a trilogy for happy endings in the modern world. Admittedly, I really am not sure why so many of my stories lately have been angst. Maybe I’m going through a phase, but I solemnly swear to post some hurt/comfort and fluff soon.

This poem is beautiful, and you are completely right! It very much suits Shinobu! I’ll have to use it as inspiration for her In Another Life prompt, or at least catch the vibe of it (I really love it!) --- but until I’ve completed my to-list, here is a small scribble drabble. I went with gn!reader (I’m sorry I didn’t see a preference), and used the poem as inspo.

To Guide Her Home | Shinobu Kocho

Word Count: 1263

Setting: Shinobu x gn!reader (demonslayer retiree)

Content Warning(s): hurt/comfort, spoilers if you are not familiar with Shinobu's background, mentions of loss.

Summary: a love that Shinobu had not intended (or welcomed), nurtured under comforting walks beneath the stars, whispers affections and devotions, and reminds her to live the life, her sister prayed for.

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She had been shocked upon the news. The bellowing of a familiar Kasugai crow’s mournful craw into the break of sunrise. The small flicker of a butterfly ribbon caught between its talons, shattering the reality as Shinobu had known it. As though her heart had been strapped to a boulder that had been sentenced to the bottom of the ocean, weighed down with a grief that succumbed to duties. Responsibilities of the deceased to claim as her own, burdens to shoulder from those younger than her, Shinobu had banished her tears from existence. Rage to hinge in a way that she could not appropriately express, nor explain to another. A lump in her throat she had lamented, accepted that it would not part from her. A raise in rank that met with no pride in her station, the Insect Breather promoted merely to fill the vacancy her sister’s loss had posed on the Demon Slayer Corps. In those days, she had been drowned by duties. Left to wander an aimless void of commitments, task to be completed. To fill the role of expectations, struggled against the anguish of her heart, busied herself with well-practiced hands. Prioritized her position upon the Butterfly Mansion over her own care, forced herself to weave bandages over abrasions. Alleviate the physical affliction of others, wounds braised against their flesh. At times marred by blood, and debris. Other times, elemental aspects evidence left in the wake of battle, shards of glass, seared flesh, tainted essences, poison-induced fevers, for every blood art there was a unique aspect. Each infliction requiring its own individualized care, though she had never complained of such a duty. They were real in a sense that emotional and mental trauma could not be grazed upon. Sutras weaved of the appropriate needle and thread to piece back the gaps of flesh, and casting over broken bones, the Insect Hashira preferred it this way. To tend to the physical traumas of the body, was in a way the perfect escape from her realities. For it was in those quiet moments, left to dry Aoi’s tears, contained under Kanao’s stares, or in the rare moments of her own company, that her mind would wander. That rage would claim her, whisper obscenities. Dilute her reality, lead her a stray. Her rage often guiding her to incorrigible horrors. To string him up. To lace him with poisons, all potent and lethal. To rob him of his senses, of his abilities. To have him beg for mercy in the waning hours of the night, only to provide him antidote under the lure of false redemption, just to plunge toxins into his veins once more. Yes, it was in moments of stillness that Kocho felt reality slip through her fingers. Contaminate her essence, drag her to a variety of scenarios, each more lethal than the next. If only to seize the moment in which her sister’s murder would taste her blinded wrath.

Though, Shinobu would not often be awarded this divulgence. In such faint moments of light that swayed her to a path she would never return from, she had found that you had a bothersome way of appearing at such opportune moments. A recent addition to the Butterfly Estate, retired from the line of active duty after a blow from a demon had robbed you of not only your peripheral vision, but your spatial awareness as well. An old friend from her sister’s past to haunt her, to mock her existence. She had truly viewed your arrival to the estate as a punishment for her murderous thoughts, to remind her of the ghost of her sister. The smile of warmth you exhibited despite her insistence that while your wounds would leave you useless on the battlefield, it did not mean that there was not a life waiting for you outside of retirement—a partner, a family, a home, something to return to.

Yet, still you remained through the passing months. Faithful as a dog that laid at its master’s feet. As gentle as her sister, delicate in the way you would knock at her door at the most inopportune times. To offer her snack, or share a pecular rock you had discovered in the gardens. Distracting her from her vengeance, guiding her back onto the trail her sister had prayed for her. Small raps at the frame of her door, warmly requesting her company in the night. Strolls beneath the stars, sharing memories of the old days. Memories of all she had once had, all that they could ever be. Just memories. Bridging the question. Wishes for the future. Embrace her rage, accept her aversion to promises of a life to come should either of your duties no longer exist. Pretend as though there would be a day in which demons did not scourge humanity.

Playful banter over meals, passing her candy in moments of fatigue. Secret smiles, and hushed praise in passing between patients. The light giggle you would gift her when she allowed herself to scold a mizunoto further than expected, the mask she bore momentarily slipped from her features. Revealing the woman she once was, the woman you had quietly adored over the years. Comforted by the flower you had selected from the Estate Garden, tucked between the pages of a medical book to brighten her day. Your faithfulness to her, anchoring her to a path her sister had desperately longed for, allowing the Insect Hashira brief moments of grief that had grown to new meaning. Caught her tears that fell. Missions that led her away for duties, just as quick to return her. The home she had dreaded returning to in the days following her loss, once lively again. Warmed by the sound of laughter, lights lit in the night awaiting her safe return. A symbol of your devotion, as quiet and resolved as the moon. Forever casting a light upon her path, and welcomed her home in the dead of night to an embrace beneath the stars. Her head tucked into your shoulder beneath the veranda. The silence of the dark no longer an affliction, but rather a comforting caress at the nook of your neck. The support of your arm at her waste, the snug of your cheek pressed against her head, and the comfort of your scent lingering amongst her flesh. Hushing the obscenities of nightmares, easing her burdens, and quieting her fears, snuggled against her as her eyelashes grew far too heavy to endure. Your fingers intertwined with her own as you hummed her softly to sleep.

Anchoring her to the world beneath the stars, of treasured memories, and a future worth longing. Your love always lit despite how far she had traveled from your reach, to guide her home. To herself. To you.

I don't know how I got here, but I ended up with something that sounds like "Fix You" by Coldplay.

#demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu kocho #kny x reader

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A quick long-winded analysis on Magdalene's character design

Hi again!! this is me being insane again lol. The character I'm doing an analysis is Magdalene, who is the Tarnished from Still Waters Run Deep that's made by @un-local (hi again... erm... ignore me being crazy about your fic again... for who knows how many times at this point)

This was supposed to be a short analysis but it quickly grew wayyyy out of hand (as all my rambles tend to do, this one just happens to be a bit more coherent... maybe... I hope so at least.)

Magdalene's Character design and my read on it

Character design can be broken down into two groups: Functionality vs Fantasy (see this video by Proko and Knight Zhang, it’s explained wonderfully). And funnily enough, Magdalene and Rogier just happen to be on opposite sides of each other!

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Magdalene, at the start, is someone who is aimless and refuses to follow Grace no matter what. And because of that, she’s covered head to toe with dull neutral colors, and it even reaches her scimitar and shield. The clothing she wears is all practical, there's a reason for why it is all there.

She fits within the world of Elden Ring seamlessly and blends right in with the rest of the cast of characters we meet during the game. She's just as worn down by the world as most of the NPCs and it shows (those killer eyebags).

Her design doesn’t have any ornate patterns on it. The most pattern-y thing I can think of is her top, but even then it’s a simple design. There isn’t any of that fancy schmancy stuff Rogier has adorned all over his clothes (this guy’s garb…goodness gracious).

Because of her practicality + her colors, it doesn’t let her stand out from any of the other NPCs in the game. She blends in and it makes her almost invisible. Like she’s nothing of note.

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(I was supposed to draw something but noooo my motivation didn't allow for it to be fully rendered. It's still stuck in its sketch... So here's Magdalene edited onto the armor itself instead lol)

Her clothes and even her shield and sword are all strictly neutral colors (minus that little colored thing that's attached to the sash on her top... not too sure what that is exactly). Her clothes are all washed-out browns, and even the patterns on her top are also neutral colors. Her scale armor is silver and her gauntlets are all silver too. Hell- even her shield's all neutral colors too.

Her colors are almost a reflection of nature, albeit an almost dulled-out version of it. Soil, for growth, and wood for strength, are all that Magdalene embodies and displays (with anxiety added for flavor lol). It almost feels weakened.

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While other NPCs have other colors in their design (such as Millicent or Sellen), they sort of show what faction they belong to. But Magdalene? Her colors reflect how she doesn’t quite believe in anything these lands have to offer. She’s not keen on believing in the Order’s fundamentals, in fact, she’s quite skeptical of it all.

It does, however, show how she is aimless within this big world. With no one to really guide her in this dangerous world she just kind of wanders, avoiding where Grace points.

Interestingly enough, she actually gains color once she kind of sides with Rogier.

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Rogier's Rapier

When Rogier gives Magdalene his rapier she gets her first vibrant hue. She was given a purpose, and hope for once after coming to the lands between.

Red and gold are what she was given.

That red gem in the middle could mean blood, vigor, passion, and even life. It's the core of the Order, literally. Marika had ordered Godfrey to wage war so the Order spread. He had vigor, took the lives of many all in the name of the Order, and was forsaken by it.

Passion is what made the Order what it is today and what is needed to be able to fix its faults.

And what sprouts from the red gem? Gold branches that intertwine with each other. Fluid, curved, a show of adaptability. It's almost like a representation of the Erdtree, how it was able to adapt magic into its Order. It is what the Order was before and what it needs to be now.

When Rogier gives it to Magdalene, her own vigor is renewed. She finally has a purpose where she can truly give it her all. She is finally not aimless.

When Rogier gives his Rapier to Magdalene her vigor is renewed. She finally has a new hope, a new purpose that she truly believes in. A new goal to give it her all, an escape from a destiny she had never asked for.

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Squares, people, SQUARES!

I noticed that her design has a lot of squares too.

Her top has a boxy shape (the patterns too), and her shield even has squares as a pattern. Even her bangs are square-ish too! It gives it a sort of coherency and a bit of a whisper of her general character.

Squares are traditionally used to show a character that is strong, reliable, and stubborn. They are usually straightforward and have that sort of stability that triangles and circles don't really have.

However, they aren't as flexible as a circle or as cunning as a triangle would be, and blah blah blah you get the gist.

Magdalene perfectly embodies those square characteristics. She is strong, sturdy as an ox, and reliable as hell. But at the same time, she doesn’t quite have that roundness Rogier has. That sort of adaptability he has.

She doesn't really know what's really happening in these lands and (probably) doesn't want to figure out all those fine details that don't really mean much to her (that's Rogier's job).

She may be strong in her beliefs but she doesn’t quite know what to believe in (yet).

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Also... her scavenged Banished Knight's Shield...

A tall medium-sized metal shield. Given to knights who, whether by misfortune or misdeed, were forced to abandon their homes. Most of these knights were sent to the fringes, where they were forced to start anew with only despair for company.

I just think that this is a neat little thing that I found out about while I was looking for anything that had any relevance to Mag's character. :0)

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A quick comparison to Rogier:

Rogier is a very ambitious and driven man (see my last ramble on my thoughts about him– oh and you bet I had so so much to talk about lol). He has all the vibrancy and he really stands out compared to everyone in the Roundtable hold.

Most NPCs kind of look like Magdalene, with their regards of color. They're usually covered with neutral/dulled-out colors but with a splash of hue that shows their purpose/backstory.

But Rogier uses a bunch of colors and he is covered by it, head to toe. Like... look at him!

Another character I can think of who’s also covered head to toe with another color is D with his armor (which is one of the most impractical armor I’ve ever seen. Why are you wearing that D). This gives us an… interesting show of his backstory and his beliefs (I talked a bit about Rogier's colors and how they related to his beliefs over on HERE it's at the very bottom of the whole ramble lol)

But compared to Magdalene? Well, if Rogier's covered by vibrancy, vigor, and life, then she is covered by dullness. Lifeless and purposeless.

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Magdalene's scar:

Her scar is what you notice first about her (or at least it was for me) and it lets her stand out from her invisibility. And since it's on one of her eyes it really makes you focus on it. It shows us that there is a story behind it, how she had a life before coming to the Lands Between.

She was able to survive WOLVES, you guys. WOLVES. A PACK OF THEM. WOLVES.

Even though it's "a very painful acquisition" (Ch. 4) it shows that she was able to survive despite it. It is a show of stubbornness, strength, and vulnerability all in one. You can even consider it a 3-in-1 shampoo if you so desire...

Though, despite all her strength, it does show that she's still human. She's able to be cut, bleed, and scarred like one.

Also, it totally gives her intimidation points too lol. With those eye bags and a nasty scar hoooo boy.

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Anyway, that's it for the ramble!! I hope you guys enjoyed my insanity lol. I had so much fun trying to pry out some stuff from Magdalene's design andI believe that the choices made for her design were purposeful to be able to tell her character :0)

This is probably just me reading too much into it and seeing things I'm imagining, but I still hope I was able to give some more insight into her character

Feel free to add in stuff you've noticed if you want too! This is just what I've noticed

an extra thing but this is totally her lol:

have a good week everyone!!! I'll be going back to drawing hell.

#hi again un-local... im going crazy over mags again... i swear im a normal not insane person who does normal things in her free time #this is the product of a shower thought that has quickly spiraled into insanity #I probably missed some stuff but oh well #for rogier's shape language he's like... kind of a mix of all three #triangle = deception | squares = stubbornness | circles = adaptability and yada yada yada #<- maybe i can make this into another post #mags ended up more pikachu looking lol #i'll add in some stuff in the morning as i usually do #this will proooobably be my last ramble for a while at least #I've been feeling that sweet sweet burnout (send help)#elden ring #magdalene #swrd #envelope rambles

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m0nst3rgunxz · 3 months

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Hey, hi, hello. Pondering Anxious anon here who read your post on "the self" As someone who's definitely spent a lot of time ruminating over the subject, I thought it was interesting. I've always wondered about it. Do I have a sense of self? Have I ever had a sense of self? What is a sense of self and am I just overthinking it? You can spend your entire life building up an identity and for some people it's cemented. Set in stone. For others it's such a fragile thing and I think in a lot of cases, people just adapt to an idea of the self they feel they're expected to.

Or Something. Maybe that's just me. But what is self? I am not very well articulated. I often struggle to turn my thoughts into words so i'll do my best to try to lay out my two cents here as coherently as possible. Apologies in advance.

What you become and what you create, and what you create is often influenced by what you become. I think there's absolutely an undeniable environmental factor in place for the self and as such, memory does play a big part in who you are. I think those sorts of things certainly lay a type of groundwork. Psychologically speaking, how we are raised influences the patterns in our brain's that makeup how we perceive the world and ultimately, how we respond to it. I think in many cases, the line between self and disorder can and will often blur. Like in the case of personality disorders. They are behaviours we adapt that have helped us survive and so we continue in those patterns because they've worked for us. But also they are behaviours set in stone. They become who you are. But they are classified as disorders because outside of the situation our brains picked up those patterns for, they are less useful. More of a hindrance than a help. The self, as an idea, is shaky I feel. You can use text book definitions to make sense of things. Use it as a reference or a framework, but there will always be nuances to the idea as a whole. But i think at the end of the day, there's a kind of comfort in that idea. And I think you kind of mentioned that. You have the agency to pick and choose what defines you and if you need, you can put them on and take them off like ill fitting clothing items and try something else. I've gone my entire life living inside of my mental illnesses with no room for me and it's become a little bit scary at this point to think about living without them. Because outside of anxiety and depression and OCD and cluster b and c or whatever the fuck else my psychiatrist thinks I have, what is there? I've lived my whole life as an undiagnosed or diagnosed problem. So is that me? Am I mental illness? Or has mental illness ultimately swallowed me up and is now riding around inside my flesh like a parasite?

I think it's a part of me, and if I ever heal, the resulting scars will have gone a long way into developing whatever I become later down the line, because I do think the self is subject to change. Always. You'll never be who you were yesterday and that's good.

Or it can be bad.

Anything can happen.

It bothered me for so long because I tried so hard to fit into categories and diagnosis' and outside perceptions of me and sometimes I'd even try to slip into the skins of friends to see if maybe there was something there for me too.

There is something very freeing of the self as a nebulous concept. being an amorphous dust cloud in the grand cosmos is not so bad. I may not be a fully formed planet but goddamn does my cloud glitter with the corpse dust of fallen heavenly entities.

What the hell does that mean? Pseudo-poetic nonsense maybe. I think we'll remain pieces and rarely ever be fully formed. Or if/when we are, it'll be a long time before we get there.

Something something the discovery of self is a journey.

Opinions opinions opinions.

I'm not really sure if this provided anything of real value or if it just lent more questions.

Or maybe the aimless state of this ramble has helped bolster my point a little?

Or maybe I'm just pretentious as fuck and like feeling like I know things, ha ha. Who knows! It was fun to think about though.

I hope this isn't a line of thinking that stresses you out though. And if it is, I hope you figure it out one day.

With my limited perspective, -Silly Anon

First of all, i love you anon

Second of all I love your perspective and its given me a new idea on what identity could be, and thats a concept. Im thinking something akin to time, your sense of self and sense of time are maybe both present to keep things in order societally and to keep things in order in your head.

It would make sense given you can lose your sense of time, and similarly you can loose your sense of self. Time is measured objectively yet experienced differently, and similarly the self is divided into objective categories while being experienced different.

Lets introduce a new sentiment, for conversation sake. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." I think that can apply to a lot of things, but im thinking about who plays the role of the beholder. Because I am just as much of a beholder as you are, and we both are just as much the beauty being beheld. Thats confusing so I'll deconstruct it, and change the quote "the self is in the eye of the beholder". you can behold me, obeserve me, and suddenly my subjective identity(subjective in the way beauty is) exists in your eyes. But in the same way I can be my own beholder. And suddenly there is an internal division between the me observing myself and myself(and theres conflict with how what I see in me conflicts with what you see in me sometimes). And this leads me to believe that the sense of self is when you feel the beholder and the self are aligned, when your self is confident in that what you've beheld is the truth of your self. And thats where it can faulter, because now you need to figure out where the beholder ends and you begin, and maybe the beholder is the eye and maybe the beholder is just as much the self as the personality is and suddenly your sense of self is in shambles.

I think the reason I occasionally find distress in the lack of my sense of self was because my identity was the foundation of my mind, every action and thought would lead back to this one idea of what I am. And it was a constant in my life. Well i dont have to see it like that if i dont want too, the foundations acted more like barriers, I'm a free man-entity-thing now i say!! I dont need to be anyone or anything or act in the confines of any identity or feel out of place when i dont aline with my established identity.

(Tis why i doubt I'll ever have a real name lolol)

#🥩answer🥩#idea:disorder is in the eye of the beholder #idea: psychiatrists have made the catagories of disorder for the sake of treatment #and you dont exist in the confines of your disorder #disorders exists as a means of communicating the aspects of yourself you need help with perhaps #THIS ISNT EVEN ACCOUNTING FOR PLURALITY LMAO #actually autistic #autism #otherkin #got real #philosophy #< is this philosophy??#plurality

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countlessrealities · 1 year

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@imprvdente sent: 💞 Morty & Fish for the idea we talked about? Them pretending to practice kiss 😂 Send a Heart for a Specific Kiss! || 💞 - a awkward kiss

Morty sucked in a quiet breath, doing his best to steady himself. He hated being so nervous, especially when there was no reason for him to be. This was just a thing between friends, yet another of those "favours" Fish had been doing to him. So what if this one was a little more...intimate than the previous ones? It wouldn't be a big deal unless he made it such.

The teen clenched and unclenched his fists a couple of times, before quickly drying his sweaty palms on his jeans. It wasn't like he hadn't kissed someone before. He had, and most of them had been girls, so this was nothing new. Nothing he couldn't handle.

"Uh, o-okay, so, we...we're doing this," he stuttered out, internally cringing at how lame he had sounded.

He knew that he could have backed out of it. After all, this wasn't something that he needed to do. This was Fish being nice and also earning herself another thing she could tease him about. However, he also knew that his friend wouldn't have forced him to do it, if he wasn't comfortable with it. And he wasn't...just for the wrong reasons.

The truth was that, if this had been just a practice kiss between friends, he wouldn't have been so nervous. It would have been so easy, maybe a little awkward, but still fun. The problem, however, was that this wouldn't have been just that, not for him at least. When he had started his friendship with Fish, he had sworn to himself that he wouldn't have ruined it by developing a crush on her.

But of course, he had failed in keeping his word on that.

Morty swallowed, trying to ease the dryness in the back of his throat, and inched closer, until their thighs were pressed together. Next, he rose his hands, aiming to rest it against her cheek. As he did, he couldn't help wondering if he was buying himself time in the hope that someone would burst in and interrupt them. They were in his room, after all, that happened all the time.

Not to mention that Rick hadn't grabbed him for an adventure or an experiment yet that day, so the man was bound to show up.

As his palm finally found its target, his mind got distracted was distracted by the memories of everything the scientist had told him was bad and annoying when it came to kissing.

No overdoing with tongue part. No drooling. No aimless movements. No wiggling your tongue inside the other person' mouth as if it was a worm having a seizure. No biting unless you know that the other person is into it.

A bit of groping was normally allowed, but he doubted that the rule would apply to that particular scenario. Reason why he had kept both his hands in respectful places, one of her face and one in his lap.

One more moment of hesitation and then Morty had to lean in for the kiss. He had no more excuses left to stall and it was clear that, for once, no one would have come in unannounced. The one time he wouldn't have minded it. But that was just his luck, wasn't it?

Saying that the kiss was awkward would have been a real understatement, even if it wasn't a complete disaster, either. He managed to press their mouths together without accidentally headbutting his friend and he even had the chance to notice how soft her lips were, under the flavoured gloss.

He kept it light, mostly chaste, not going past moving his mouth against her and grazing her lower lip with his teeth once before he broke away.

It could have been nice, if it hadn't been for a how stiff he had become and if his palms hadn't started to sweat all over again. He was praying that Fish hadn't noticed the second thing.

"T-There...I mean, it's...Uh, g-great. It's done, r-right? Cool. W-Wanna play videogames now? Or...W-We have homework, right? I-If I fail math again, m-my Mom will ground me an-and Rick will throw a fit..."

Maybe if he had kept rambling, he would have convinced her to move on out of exasperation. And maybe he could have kept her from noticing just how hot his cheeks had gotten.

#[ ic :: Morty ]#&& Fish Monet #[ relationship :: Morty & Fish Monet ]#imprvdente #[[ Morty is SO nervous x'D ]]#[[ he doesn't want to mess up ]]#[[ or have Fish think that he is a bad kisser xD ]]#[[ so he's remembering all the stuff Rick mentioned on the subject ]]#[[ which makes it even more awkward xD ]]

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birlwrites · 7 months

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hi hi 🤡🎶⛔❌👀 <333

🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

aghsgkhsjdkf i make myself laugh all the time, but i'm going to supply a few specific things:

the first one is from chapter 16 set those ghosts alight, a couple of lines that always make me giggle:

Roping Snape in on Regulus's plan is going pretty well, all things considered. "Absolutely not," Snape says.

in general, snape in stga makes me laugh - every conversation he has with regulus is like he's actively preparing someone's epitaph

and i think most people follow me here for my hp fic but imo, the actual funniest stuff i've written is for all for the game - i have a booktuber andrew fic and a series of andrew and jean being roommates that very often make me cackle

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

i generally listen to music to match a specific vibe, rather than having playlists for particular wips - recently i haven't been listening to much music while i write because it does often distract me and i need to really focus to get lachrimae right afjslghjkf, but if i were you by nothing but thieves is a go-to whenever i need to write something that feels intense (and i do sometimes just flat-out loop one song for hours if it has the right vibes afjslghsjkdf, that's often the best balance for me between listening to music and not getting distracted by it)

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

oh plenty!! i have a lot of ideas that just kind of go away and become fuel for other ideas. one that actually got pretty far before i stopped working on it has a working title of 'murder husbands: the accidental longfic' - in which regulus and evan murder their fathers in cold blood (with some unknowing help from the order of the phoenix) to become wizengamot lords and cause problems for voldemort and the death eaters

i say it 'got pretty far' but i just mean that it's almost 17k of disjointed scenes lmao, i never figured out where it was going. it's the first fic i ever wrote with heather as a character though! also the first fic i ever wrote with katherine - she and regulus almost get into a duel at evan's father's funeral agshlgjdklf

❌ What’s a trope you will never write?

fan of the show/book/whatever somehow ends up in the universe of the show/book/whatever - i guess that's more of a premise than a trope but it just doesn't hold any appeal for me

ok an actual trope - when 2 siblings are romantically interested in the same person. i can't see myself ever writing that. i don't have like, an articulated *reason* for it - it just doesn't vibe with my brain, i think maybe because as far as romantic drama goes, i prefer when the drama is really centered on whatever's endgame - so love triangles tend to feel kind of aimless to me, and then when there's additional sibling drama wrapped up in it i just don't vibe with it

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

i'm talking about lachrimae a lot rn already but i think it qualifies ajfslhgjksdf - there's a mystery at the center of it, which makes it hard for me to ramble the way i want to without spoiling the surprise, but i will say i'm adding gifted kid burnout angst to it because idk i like to really twist the knife as i'm writing i guess??? regulus wasn't going through enough already???

seriously though i'm super excited for it - chronologically, it's a LOT messier than ttdl, and i'm having a lot of fun with the combinations of flashbacks and visions and memories. putting it together kind of feels like assembling a scrapbook - i have all the excerpts from hydromanipulation written out and ready to go!

<3 <3 <3

send me fic writer emoji asks!

#ask games #should i make an inbox tag

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heliianth · 11 months

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here’s another ask for you: talk abt whatever you want!!!

WAUGH thank u for a new one!!!!! ilysm!!!!!

rambling abt sonic and character foils and the IDW comics below the cut this is aimless enough for me to want it be an opt-in experience LOL

i was gonna talk abt this last night but it was 11 AnyWay. i saw a criticism of the IDW comics on reddit a long time ago and its got me thinking recently. someone said they didn't quite enjoy the way the comic was tackling sonic as a character not because of the inconsistencies in his pre-established beliefs (which are present) per se but because IDW keeps challenging them in ways that don't feel, from what i remember the comment saying, "good-spirited"? i hadnt heard that critique before so it was unique enough to catch my interest but not actually think much until now. but theres a reason for that hold on ok

so. to preface this whole thing. some of the most beloved stories in the series are ones that Do challenge sonic's beliefs. thats the reason why, when the series wants to tackle more mature content, they make foil characters. sa2 which reddit largely considers as having the best story has foil characters everywhere but specifically it spends a lot of energy on it's themes of identity and growth by making sonic and shadow clash not just physically but ideologically. that talk they have after final rush/chase basically spells it out and its framed as shadow hearing sonic out and then dismissing him ("what are you/i'm me/i see, well, i'm gonna beat your ass" <- basically). and then later on sonic's viewpoint is reinforced when shadow (airquotes) dies, but not before sonic himself is visibly impacted in the credits sequence. that whole story right there was, at least thematically, one about sonic having his beliefs challenged. SatBK does this as well, a game which is applauded within the general community as having the most accurate sonic characterization. stories that do adjacent things, like the OVA, s3&k, sa1, where character foils are a prominent part of the theming (though maybe not presented in a way where sonic himself necessarily feels ideologically Challenged), are often very popular as well

the time i saw the criticism was about when the surge saga was coming to an end, but i was new at that point so i really dismissed the whole discussion. sonics allowed to be challenged, thats what happens when you have a static character as a protagonist. but now that ive reread IDW a few times and have identified some of my own issues with the run so far i've been thinking about that reddit comment more often. why is the way IDW challenges sonic so different from the way stories like SatBK or sa2 challenge him? why is one intriguing and the other not "good-spirited?" nowadays i think the issue is less with tone or intent like the wording of the original comment implies, but the conclusion of those stories. all of those previous examples i gave culimate in sonic succeeding, yes bc hes the title character, but moreso bc hes the vehicle through which the themes of the series are delivered. SatBK wasn't going to have merlina win because the story was trying to tell the audience that life is only worth living when its finite. sa2 killed off shadow because it was about how being unable to move on eats someone from the inside out. these are broad overarching themes that are present in the whole series and its generally agreed that sonic at his best is representative of those themes, which is why hes static

but IDW kind of has a messy history with conclusions. or, at least, conclusions that feel like they are trying to Say something in the way i've been talking about. after everything is done and the threat of the week is defeated, it all kind of returns back to a status quo, which im very sure is not the fault of the writers. long-running series are supposed to have a status quo that keeps stuff the same so that new audiences wont be alienated by huge character histories and lore timelines and things to catch up on (The Most Intimidating thing abt like archie for example). its partially why u see almost no fleshed out arcs that span multiple games after 06 (man the word partially is doing some legwork there but if i talked abt why sonic games changed so drastically after the mid 2000's i would be here all fucking day). and there are conversations to be held about that status quo and its place in the games and whether its beneficial or not but imo when talking about IDW, a comic which is supposed to have continuity, it kind of obliterates the potential of having meaningful conclusions and the themes that come along with them. because IDW always approaches "sonic feels ideoloically challenged" and it never goes beyond it. it nudges and hints at criticism of IDW sonic's beliefs, actions, and philosophy, but it doesn't do anything with it. the status quo says sonic can't change that much, which is good when the conclusion of stories have themes that prove he's already got it figured out, and bad when there's a big gaping question mark where a lesson should be. the surge saga i think is the glaring example of this precisely because its so conclusionless (theres also how sonic himself engages with her but thats a convo for another day).

so when that redditor said they thought the surge saga lacked a "good-spiritedness" that stories with a similar concept like SatBK or sa2 had i think they were picking up the vibes of the story being kind of... pointless at least in terms of themes and actual impact on the characters, rather than a lack of earnestness, a tone blunder, or strange intent on the part of the writers

im really curious how the urban warfare saga is resolved now precisely bc this lack of meaningful conclusion problem is so prevalent . depending on how passionate i am i may make a more formal analysis post abt it or something, but probably not considering i read IDW very very casually . which feels like a contradiction after writing all this but . yanno

#heliianswers #yes i treat long text posts on tumblr like essays where only the ones with theses and structure im proud of deserve-#-to come out from under the readmore button. what of it #heliichats #sth

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lacunasbalustrade · 1 year

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Give me a word for this poem's title, will you?

Kinder to be silent than to let the clang of glasses

Toasting, ring out.

Here again a silver January becomes a tool to be wielded, as if it were not hungry for more tunes to swallow.

Another million verses that will never tumble from my lips.

I am ashamed to say the door is closed; ashamed to get up and open it.

Kinder to run fast than to love well or be kind.

I too know what happens when closeness exceeds the parameters of an object's comprehension or motive.

There are citadels that cannot be given to the public, colourless Decembers.

Glasses of sherry that languish beneath an earthy cellar.

What if storyboarding my life could grant me some wisdom to attain that which always seems so improbable?

The graves of forebears mock me for my presumptuous attitude.

Here again another artist will die.

There is nothing I can do about the urge to find a cliff to die on.

Bogged down by hopes I cannot fly.

Gladiolas ripe for the picking, ears of purplish corn.

Pop your ambitions with the ambient laughter.

Sometimes the call for silence is more than I can deny. Sometimes it exceeds the threshold that I can process.

Yet I go on.

Silence is another name for water.

You drown and it sustains you.

You wait and it retakes the Earth.

It brings a harvest and a brimming world; too full, too much, too little, always enough.

Slap a poster onto the wall.

It has broken through the whiteness of an entire cavern.

What can the calendar be for if not recalling all the posterity and pains that have troubled you from day to day? Yet throw it away and much is aimless.

I can say with certainty that trouble is the fruit of life.

If a keyboard clacking is what it takes to pin me to reality, maybe it would be better to forfeit a world without love.

Love again is such a calculative concept. Contemplate everything you like with context, it must be an arrogant desire to want to be seen. What else is music for, says the one who sings as if there is no tomorrow? Here again I am rambling. Forgive my transgressions.

But it is a desire that turns into selflessness, at least, and everything circles back to this.

L'appel du vide.

I will never be able to capture the world as I see it. These moments will remain unshared within my mind. Words are the editors of any visuals that I input; they end in a warping of the reality I perceive and do not enable to viewer to understand anything that I do not tell them specifically. What can there be that would allow a simple transmission of the image I imagine within my head? It's a broken reality once again.

Many attempts to convince me, I flinch as someone massages my shoulders.

I am not tired, I have produced nothing, I do not deserve this, don't give me things I don't deserve.

Honesty at least remains my friend.

It has been a long road that I have walked, but one that I haven't done anything on. Is my shallowing standards for myself proof of my declination or my health? I want to trust but I don't want to be the one who let themself go. It hurts to try and maintain this facade of not wanting to feel the pavement against my face and the head twisted awkwardly by the fall.

True suffering was not simple it was mangled and twisted and angry and malicious. It stood beside me and spurred me on in the darkest of days, now that I am in the light it has morphed into a fake sun. How I love the night.

Can you count the number of times I have failed? Yes, my sins are hidden deep in the sea, I know, I know, I know that they are forgotten by God. What if I fail again? What if I'm still failing? I do not want to disappoint hopes. More accurately, I do not want anyone to hold any hopes for me. There is no question that I cannot succeed in bearing these burdens. Look at these basic words I'm throwing about. What a pitiful thing to contemplate in a quiet place. Is this really the only thing I'm capable of? What if I could leave this place and go straight into one where I was someone worth facing?

Well, there is nothing worthwhile gained in running away, again.

Kinder to be silent than to place a price on the auction of your speeches.

Kinder to leave it behind rather than to wait for it to hurry up.

Yet I will understand all of this one day.

#poems #help me come up with a title!!!

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Crime Boss Silco and bodyguard Vander? 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Sorry for the delayed reply! For those asks.

Someone (maybe Cal?) was asking for some good age difference in which Vander is the younger one. And it was late and quiet on the server... I started rambling... And no one stopped me.

In it, Vander was a lost 24 yo. He's a hobbyist boxer who graduated as a criminal psychologist, and is currently down in the dumps. He's been struggling to find a job, and then one night at a party he broke a guy's jaw to defend someone. That guy had enough power to ruin his reputation, and now Vander is pretty sure his job search is cooked.

He still helps people in need be though, and that's how he meets Silco. Giving him a hand and getting dragged to a diner for coffee and pancakes.

Silco is sleek, dressed bespoke, and quietly curious about Vander. He teases his story out of him, and eventually offers him a job as a sort of secretary mixed with body guard. When the $$ comes around and Silco drops the numbers, Vander rushes to agree... But Silco is like "Wait. That's what my last guy was paid, but that's because he'd also spend the night with me when needed".

And though he offers Vander less if he doesn't want to, you know... Vander was definitely *interested*. He's very aware he's being recruited in the damned mafia, but Silco is mesmerizing, and the job search is harrowing... So he accepts. Silco takes him to Zaun tower, top floor, and it finally clicks that this guy who loves pirate metaphors is the Eye of Zaun, the famous "industrialist" (and definitely not a mafioso..).

The story then went to the "second part" of the interview... And ended with some shower sex. I was proud enough to have written some (vanilla) smut, that I copied everything in a document to "clean up later" and never got around to do it... Because the story is told, and my brain doesn't care anymore. So it's been squatting on my drive taking the dust! I'll send you the link to the whole thing on discord. Here's a snippet :

Vander's last flickers of doubt melt away as he squeezes in the passenger seat of a sleek jaguar, then out in a private parking lot, then up an elevator, up, up to the top floor of the Zaun tower.

'You… Do you own…?'

'Zaun industries. Yes, that's me.'

Vander walks up to a window, gazing down on the city. Far below people skitter like ants, sad and aimless, just as he'd been. It's already getting to his head, this new reality, that the infamous Eye of Zaun offered him the shadiest job Vander's ever heard of (after pancake and cappuccino, mind).

There's a clink of glasses, a ruffle of clothes, the soft thump of shoes coming off, and a sigh. Vander turns to Silco, curious, and sees him approaching with a glass of amber liquid.

'I feel stupid,' Vander admits, accepting the glass and taking an idle sniff (it's whisky, peaty and smoky, and quite early for it). 'You're about the only celebrity who wears an eye-patch'

Silco smiles and looks pleased with himself. 'I try my best to stick to the shadows. The press is always so full of questions.'

'And those are very unpopular with pirates,' Vander says with a nod, still wildly entertained by the metaphor.

Silco has been called a corsair once, on live television If you go on youtube, type in "Silco destroys journalist", you can watch the whole thing. Vander's never really cared. He's been too busy with his life to mind crooked industrialists with a history of mafia ties and industrial espionage. His hobbies are cooking and boxing, not watching take down videos. Still. Every other year Silco would appear on television, Zaun would be on the news for a while… Everybody knows.

Vander frowns at his glass. 'Whisky?' he asks, no doubt showcasing his sharp intelligence.

'You're fine, it's just past midday,' Silco says with a glance at his watch. 'It's a Laphroaig, if that's your concern.'

'No, I mean… We just had coffee.'

Silco blinks up at him, and there's something that fleets over his features. Vulnerability? Hesitation? A lapse in control and good humour, at least.

Then his mouth hardens in a forced smile. 'Most people wouldn't fuck me sober, Vander.'

Vander is so taken by surprise, it's a miracle Silco can't hear the scratchy noise of his mind's gears coming to an abrupt halt.

'I- what?' He's the one doing the blinking now. 'You paid you last guy ten grands to get drunk to fuck you? Sir? Boss? What do I call you?'

The smile returns, softer now, tentative. 'No, no. Marcus was game for everything. But I guess there's a reason I'd have him in the first place, don't you think?'

Vander frowns, not thinking anything at all. 'I don't get it. You're…' He pushes his glass back into Silco's hand. 'You're not saying there aren't people out there who-'

Silco laughs and cuts him off. 'You're thinking like a poor college student, no offense. I also don't enjoy bedding people who only see me as a catch—political, financial, or otherwise.'

And of course then there's the eyepatch, and the fact that about everyone who's turned on by heavily scared men probably would recognise him right away, instead of drinking coffee with him while talking shit about the bakery on Alm st.

Vander groans. 'All right, so you figured this is your best solution. Still. I'd like to do this… quite sober.'

Silco shrugs, acting nonchalant, but Vander knows better.

'As you please.' He turns around to put the whisky away.

#But I keep it because I SHOULD polish it #vander #silco #vanco #zaundads #modern au #bodyguard au #arcane #fanfic #wip #age and size diff #ask game #thanks for the ask!

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hey, I'm a fan of your hualian fics! I wanted to know if you would ever consider writing a fic where xie lian and feng xin/mu qing never reconnect? Without it being seen as a bad thing or anyone's 'fault'. Because sometimes people just change a lot, and some relationships just fizzle out and die, and that's normal. I love the way mxtx writes but I just thought that at least in mu qing's case it should have ended with them having closure and going their separate ways, and it being shown as a healthy ending too. In mdzs we see a relationship that ends but it's clearly jc's fault as he was abusive and the relationship unhealthy so the ending was wwx being free to be with someone who loves and respected him. But you don't need to be in an abusive relationship to realize you are both better off not being in a relationship anymore, yk? Sorry I'm rambling, I just don't know how to explain that it's not me bashing mq, I just wanted to see a good representation of this, and see XL accepting and being happy even without having both of them back.

(I will admit that I don't like their relationship, I don't think it's exactly good for either of them and I don't think their dynamic is funny or cute. Mq and fx? Maybe, but not mq and xl. But that's not what this is about, I just wanted to see a good representation of people growing up and apart without anyone being to blame.)

I don't even know if you take ideas/suggestion I just thought I would ask, sorry for the ramblings

Short answer no, long answer below.

As a general principle I only take prompts for my nonsexual intimacy series and the reason is actually partially an answer to your particular request.

With the nonsexual intimacy series, anything someone suggests is just aimless fluff. It’s likely not something that requires worldbuilding or characterization that I will have any sort of feelings about.

With other prompts, I have gotten them before and generally just do nothing with them. Because in order for me to want to write something I have to be excited about writing it. I have about five writing prompt concepts I think of a day all on my own, it’s way easier to get hyped about my own thoughts because they’re already aligned with my tastes, mood, and ideas for the characters. And some of those ideas are still inspired by conversations I’ve had with other people or fanart I’ve seen but unless it’s someone talking about something specific as a follow up to something I’ve already written, the chances of me writing a prompt are low, I usually don’t even put them on my list.

Personally, I like that the Xianle Trio gets back together. I think MQ and FX are still compatible with XL as friends and though I don’t write their dynamic that often (because I have a bit of trouble naturally writing MQ and FX in a scene together honestly), I think it’s very interesting a full of a lot to explore. They aren’t as close as before, and they probably never will be. (Although for MQ, who thought they weren’t friends, this might actually be closer). But sometimes there are people in life that you come back to, that you want to make it work with, that you can still laugh with even if there’s more awkward space than there was before, and you learn to navigate this new person that was once familiar to you. And I think that’s really fun and I like that Xianle Trio does that. I have a lot more thoughts about them specifically but I’ll spare you the details.

So I wouldn’t get anything emotionally out of showing the Xianle trio separating and never reconnecting because I personally disagree, and that’s why they routinely show up as background in my fics.

I fully encourage you to write the content you wanna see in the world though. Writing is really fun!

Also thank you for reading my fics!

#I’m actually very partially to MQ and XL’s friendship because I think it’s very interesting so there’s zero chance of me writing it fizzling

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