#customized or out of place - which STILL tells you something about them. etc. etc.

[detectiveluke7]

Hot take, it is just as parasocial to hate or freak out over every single cc because they “took too long” to respond or speak about everything going on with Shelby and Will as it is to hero worship them. I want to touch on some things, as there are people on here conveniently forgetting empathy as soon as it no longer fits a situation they feel strongly about.

Let’s start with the fact that many of the creators involved did not chose to speak on matters until they felt "safe" to do so, as I've seen some users on here saying. Yes, it's true. Many of them didn't publicly show support for Shelby or condemn Will until he made his own statement. Supposedly, many of them also knew about his behavior weeks/months. But let's look at the facts.

Firstly, these content creators are going to go about their public images very carefully. It's their job after all, and they are hyper aware that anything they say and do is going to get scrutinized to no end. Of course they're prioritizing self preservation. I think shaming any of them for that is the same as shaming a customer service worker for being polite to a rude customer. For the ccs, it's always going to be a doomed if they do speak up, doomed if they don't. It doesn't hurt to note that it's very smart for these people to think before they speak. The last guy who didn't think before yapping had people spreading around that he was a child groomer for a year.

Secondly, hindsight is a bitch. We all like to think we know better, but guess how people become victims of abuse in the first place? When someone is generally liked by other people, and all of your friends seem to get along fine with him, you might overlook any strange or off behavior that makes you uncomfortable. Especially if you see this person once in a blue moon, it could feel wrong to make a big deal out of something that might just be a you problem.

We also have no idea what could be going on behind the scenes. Who reached out to Shelby privately to show their support, who had a pr team telling them to wait before doing anything, who thought it was best for themselves to wait so they don't act purely on emotion, who had other pressing matters that they needed to attend to regarding their personal lives, etc etc. It's so easy to forget that the guy in our screen is a person, and that they too do other things that we don't see.

I don't think anyone is a bad person for no longer wanting to watch and support these creators. People can do what they want with their own time, which is a nice little perk we got when we have autonomy. Guess what though? No one is wrong for still wanting to support and watch those content creators either, as they aren't guilty of shit.

At the end of the day, it's pretty counterproductive to be creating more problems out of something that was supposed to be about warning everyone of a gross man, and any other signs of abuse to look out for in our own lives. Instead of making this situation a "keep the ccs accountable" party, lets make this a "support Shelby and other victims," affair. And yes, let's keep denouncing Will, the actual abuser.

#wilbur soot #I understand this is long #but I'm politely urging you to read this carefully if you plan on commenting

[signedkoko]

I saw Charlie and Vaggie in your masterlist but there's no writing for them yet?? Well then I'll be the anon to change that!!

Could you do a plaronic oneshot/headcanon with Charlie and Vaggie (separately or together, whichever you prefer), where reader is the first resident at the Hotel? Think they were there before even Angel. Something about why they went there, how they get along with the others, etc. I'll leave it up to you!

Charlie X Reader X Vaggie [Platonic]

In which the two are happy to invite you to the hotel as their first resident. Reader is genderneutral.

It was an honest mistake

When Charlie was first looking for a spot, the hotel fell into her hands after being owned and neglected by the family

And in its disrepair, they needed someone who could help get it to hotel standards

That's where you came in! They saw your ad for interior design on TV once, and Charlie was quick to call you in to ask for your help

Vaggie wasn't so sure on the idea—not that you could do anything messed up—but she figured something as simple as interior design couldn't be that hard, right?

Either way, they had a lot on their hands, and Charlie was convinced hiring you would get a lot off their plate

When you arrived, you came prepared!

A huge book of samples, another with hundreds of paint colours, wood finishes, and inspiration booklets

But most curious of all, you were kind

You sat down with the two and asked all about their hotel—the first time Charlie had ever been prompted—rather than having to start first

Not only did you think it was a wonderful idea, but you offered to do the consultation free since it counted as 'charity' work

You were a self-owned company, and there was no such thing as 'charity' in hell, but you didn't need to tell them that; they seemed so full of hope

That evening, the two offer you a room to stay the night in, so you can get a feel for the vibe of the place

Unfortunately, when you awakened to several emails from your landlord saying you were being evicted for being past due, you realized you'd be on the streets

The worst part was telling them after they'd been so kind to you, and that's when Charlie offers for you to stay until you can get back on your feet

" It's okay! I mean, we can still hire you to work on the hotel, right? It's a long-term project! We can fund you until you finish! "

Besides, your prices aren't terrible, and they were already going to hire you, so why not?

It was a slippery slope from there, you helped them get all the rooms in order, helping customize as the 'first' guest, Angel, came to stay

Slowly but surely, it was assumed that you were also staying to get clean as well

Though it was called into question several times what exactly made you such a bad person in the first place?

" To be honest with you all, I was never an interior designer. "

You were just a talented scammer who lied about credentials to get a job

" Not that I planned on scamming you guys! I just, usually I'm hired by the wealthy, and you know... But I really do like interior design! I just never studied it. "

It comes as a surprise to most, but it explains a lot

In the hotel, you are closest to Charlie; who isn't! You are both creatives, and she was the one to welcome you so warmly

Vaggie is also a sweetheart, as much as she hesitates to get close to you

Though your muse is Alastor

He handles a lot of the transformative aspects of the hotel, and so you get used to making detailed maps and plans on how a certain area needs to look so he can fix it up for you

Of course, he always adds his own spin, which leaves you huffy

The only time you hadn't designed something was the mess of a bar, which Alastor insisted was 'state of the art' in his time

You let it slide, but very begrudgingly

Overall, you've become something of a 'permanent' designer for the hotel, mostly handling the customization of rooms

While your title of 'first guest' is in the air, the others still consider you such, and you do your best to stay out of trouble for Charlie

Besides, with the money you made, you're able to run your business from the hotel and can start working on getting certified as a designer!

Author's Note - I love these two! I agree, finally I can add something under their names on the list 🖤 Thank you so much for requesting!

#koko writez #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #reader insert #x reader #charlie #charlie x reader #vaggie #vaggie x reader

[luna-writes-stuff]

Supernatural characters and what they want to do on a date, please? ♡

some of these will surprise absolutely no one but I am sO GLAD YOU ASKED ANON

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Dean Winchester

I feel like Dean would be one of the easiest with a date. He always tries to do the things he wants to, so in a date, it won’t be much different. His perfect date would be a road trip - the length depending on what kind of date it is. Usually, you’d drive about four hours to destination unknown, but there have been occasions where you took a couple days off to travel the country and see some classic tourists locations. Vegas is most often where you end up. He’d take you to roadhouses for food, unless you’re travelling to a town specifically. Then, he’d try to find a restaurant which has food he actually likes. If you know him long enough, he might even let you drive Baby. But only for a short while. And his eyes will be glued on you constantly.

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Sam Winchester

Sam is an absolute gentlemen. He’d take you out to a restaurant, hold the door open for you, slide out your seat, won’t eat before you do etc. Nine out of ten times he has a tiny gift with him, regardless of the situation. It could be a random day and he’d give you a box of chocolates or a bouquet of roses. Again - he’s a classic gentleman. He settles for the classic gifts. Afterwards, he loves to take walks with you, visit a museum or simply sit on a bench with a view of some landscape. During hunts, he is likely to take you out to spontaneous trips to the library cafe. Not the most romantic place to go to, but he knows that his lifestyle makes it difficult for him to get to properly take you out all of the time. He prefers the short in between moments more than the entire night planned out. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t like them though.

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Castiel

Does exactly what you randomly mentioned once. When you had only known him for a handful of weeks, you might have casually mentioned you love something such as going to the movies or visiting a beach, and now - years later - he’d have that remembered and do exactly as you said. Over the years, he learns much of human customs, so it isn’t that he doesn’t know what a proper date looks like. It’s simply that he likes to do the things you like to do. He’d much rather do something you forgot you had ever told him than to plan something out for himself out of thin air. Besides, he always enjoys seeing your reaction whenever he takes you out. ‘How did you know I would like this?’ ‘You told me four years ago.’ ‘?????’ He’s very endearing and can never get enough of the absolute shell shocked expression on your face whenever he decides to make your ideas come true. And it still surprises you after so many times.

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Charlie Bradbury

No, I am not going to tell you she would not take you to a renaissance fair or an arcade or an impromptu DnD session because she absolutely would. Depending on your personal interests and experiences with either three, she’d definitely engage in it. Your first date would likely have been at a ren fair and it has become a tradition ever since. No - not a ren fair like her LARPing (which was still awesome). She’d get dressed up and offer you her arm the entire time. She’d take you to the medieval eating tents, watch live performances of battle field with you, buys you little trinkets at the marketplaces, lets you try on some cool clothing; whatever you enjoy most. The longer you’re dating, the more often you’d go out. At night when both of you are bored, she’d grab a car and take you to a nearby arcade, lovingly annihilating you in Dance Dance Revolution. When you have a free day, she’d try to introduce you to DnD and her current party. The more you learn about it, the more often you’d get invited to their sessions with your own character. She’d sit beside you, holding your hand under the table as she’d be by your character’s side the entire time. It doesn’t even matter that there are other people too. To you, it still feels like a date.

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Gabriel

Initially, he’d definitely try to escalate the situation into a Casa Erotica tape, but he’s quick to agree with you once you decline. Most dates are spent in fancy hotels or restaurants of which you do not even know the same. He simply takes you there and you trust him with it. Gabriel is one who enjoys party and clubs, so he’d love to take you to cocktail bars every so often, keeping you close to him constantly and showing you off to everyone. Think hand on your waist constantly, sips of your glass, kisses on your cheek, chin on your shoulder etc. If you aren’t one for crowds or parties, he’d bring the party home or to a hotel chamber. He’d pop up his own little bar, mixing his own cocktails (or mocktails), offering them to you as a dramatic bartender, flirting with you as if he’d never seen you before. He’s also a big fan of taking you to big cities just to enjoy the view. You’d be at West End the first evening and Tokyo the second. He’s seen a lot of the world and loves to share that experience with you (and a lot of embarrassing tourist pictures with ‘I love Amsterdam’ shirts)

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Lucifer

Whatever he does, he tries to brush it off casually. Did he put all that effort into making a non-poisonous dinner with a made table? Pfff, no big deal. Did he really remember you really liked that one necklace? Yeah, he thought you might like it. He definitely did not take that the moment you mentioned it and weren’t looking. He’s a big fan of the tiny date ideas. Movie night? Absolutely. Oh yes, there is a pit with pillows there but it definitely isn’t there because you love them and he secretly loves to hold you close in them. Going out to the marketplace? Fun! He definitely won’t offer you his arm the entire time and get everything you claim ‘smells nice’ or ‘still need’. He does tiny gestures and tries to brush them off every single time, even after you thank him for it or compliment him on it. He doesn’t brush it off out of his pride or negligence of you - on the contrary. He brushes it off to make it seem as if it is easy for him. He has spent a long time separated from any form of contact and has not known love for the majority of his life. To have finally found you is something completely foreign to him, and he tries to keep you happy so desperately, but he doesn’t want it to seem like he puts too much effort into it. It’s okay, though. You secretly know this.

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Crowley

Much like Sam, he takes you out on classic dates. He’d show up to your doorstep, even though he can easily enter. He offers you his arm the entire night as he takes you out to dinner, walk the city or take you to that concert you mentioned once. Even better - he got you backstage passes. Your favourite artist in town? Isn’t it great to not have that ticket sale stress anymore? Whatever you do during the date, he makes sure you have a great time. Your pleasure and enjoyment comes first, and if that means he has to eat a place he hates or see a band he cannot stand, then so be it. He won’t make a long face nor express his dissatisfaction. If anything, he might even start to like it purely because you do. He’s quick to associate these things with you as well. Once you mention your love towards a certain dish or city, he keeps it locked in his mind and thinks of you every time someone mentions it. He’ll make sure to give you gifts often enough which go hand in hand with your interests and loves. He knows perfectly what you like and don’t like and always keeps this in mind. He’d never take you somewhere you don’t want to be or don’t like to go.

#spn #supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #Sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #Castiel #castiel x reader #Charlie Bradbury #charlie bradbury x reader #Gabriel #spn gabriel #gabriel x reader #spn gabriel x reader #lucifer #spn lucifer #lucifer x reader #spn lucifer x reader #Crowley #spn crowley #crowley x reader #spn Crowley x reader

[callivich]

Gallavich Amnesia Prompts 🤕

Prompts for fics, headcanons, or discussion, art, etc. Interpret these however you like and feel free to use them as just a jumping off point, you don’t have to stick to the exact prompt! If any fics like any of these have already been written, please feel free to recommend them to me!

Mickey temporarily loses his memory after an accident, he doesn’t remember moving to the West side, or celebrating his first anniversary with Ian or even marrying Ian at all. In fact, the last thing Mickey does remember is Ian inviting him to rob some old guy’s house.

When Mickey finally tracks Ian down in s4, he’s shocked when Ian says he doesn’t know who Mickey is. Turns out Ian doesn’t remember his own family, let alone Mickey.

Mickey gets amnesia after 3x06, Terry takes advantage of this and tells Mickey a different version of his life - a one without Ian. But Mickey can’t help feeling like something is wrong and when he starts to receive texts from an unknown number he’s intrigued - especially when the person says they know the truth about Mickey’s past.

Sammi shoots Mickey which leaves him with another scar and amnesia. Ian, still struggling, thinks perhaps it’s better that Mickey cannot remember him at all. But the thing is….they keep running into each other. Mickey wonders why he can’t stop thinking about this guy who claims to only be an acquaintance from the same neighbourhood he grew up in. Meanwhile, the more Ian sees Mickey, the more he becomes conflicted about whether keeping his distance is the right thing to do…

When Ian has an accident during ROTC training, he loses his memory. Mickey is surprised to find how upset it makes him that Ian can no longer remember their secret relationship. Still wanting to be close to Ian, he tells Ian that they are friends. But Ian starts to become suspicious that Mickey is more than just the friend he works with. After all, friends don’t look at friends the way Mickey looks at Ian.

Mickey only knows a few things about his past - he’s originally from Chicago, he’s on the run from something, and he’s got some guy’s name tattooed on his chest. He spends his days selling drugs to tourists and gradually learning Spanish. Life in Mexico is boring but then he sees a newspaper article about a guy with a very familiar name and he can’t stop thinking about it….

The last thing Ian remembers is going for a sleepover at Mickey’s house. Now apparently it’s years later and he has to come to terms with a diagnosis of bipolar, a job as an EMT and the fact that Mickey is prison. And it gets worse, when he goes to visit Mickey, he’s not on his visitor list…..

Lip loses his memory after an accident and thinks he’s 16 years old. With the family all living in different places and Tami essentially a stranger, he asks to stay with Ian. But he finds it hard dealing with a married Ian and Mickey who are so different from what he remembers.

Ian’s life is simple - he lives with his mom in a trailer and works at a diner. His mom has always been a bit quirky….but when she starts acting stranger than usual, he’s concerned. Especially when she starts talking about Chicago and…his siblings? That can’t be right, because although he can’t remember much - he assumed he’d always lived in this small town as an only child. Could he really have a whole life in a city that he doesn’t know about?

AU. Mickey is a patient with amnesia and Ian is a nurse assigned to his care. Mickey’s family keep hanging around, which wouldn’t normally be a bad thing but Ian’s suspicious of them. Even more so when he finds out that they’re trying to get him to remember where he hid something valuable. They don’t seem to care for him at all. Ian can’t help falling in love with Mickey but tries to keep things professional. Meanwhile, Mickey is hiding a secret….he doesn’t actually have amnesia and is looking for a way to get away from his family.

AU. Mickey’s a bartender who’s had a flirty relationship with a customer, Ian, for a while now. He knows all about Ian’s controlling boyfriend who Ian wants to break up with. Then Ian stops coming in, until one day, he reappears but he’s different. Confused. Ian explains he has amnesia and that his siblings have said he used to come to the bar, so he decided to visit in the hopes it helps him regain his memory. Then the boyfriend appears and Mickey learns two things - 1) the boyfriend is pretending that everything between them is fine and that they’re engaged and 2) the boyfriend has no idea about Ian’s friendship with Mickey.

AU. Mickey and Ian are both recovering from injuries in the same hospital room. One of them has amnesia and the other doesn’t. They form a tentative friendship that quickly leads to love. But what happens when the one who has amnesia remembers their life?

Mickey thought he had imagined all the various ways Ian could react when he walked in to the prison cell. But Ian having amnesia and having no memory of Mickey? That wasn’t one of the possibilities at all.

After a car accident, both Ian and Mickey develop amnesia. They struggle with remembering different things at different times and the fact that they’ve got a whole married life they need to adjust to.

#gallavich #mickey milkovich #calli talks #ian gallagher #ian x mickey #prompts

[systlin]

how does one get a job telling people they can't come into a building? is there something i need to put on my resume (very contrary, good at sitting, etc) to make hiring managers find me more appealing for the role?

So my actual day job is as a security officer; I'm the supervisor for my shift.

Telling people to go away has been an integral career skill for me. Telling angry people who are screaming to leave and not come back is a job skill. The best part of my job is that it is an express part of my job to NOT BE NICE TO RUDE ASSHOLES.

Now, tbh being a contrary asshole won't make you automatically good at the job. You still have to get along with your co workers, the clients at the site you work, ect. And for access control, a good deal of it is perfectly innocuous service providers or deliveries who have all the proper permissions and training and you just make polite small talk with them as you contact their site contact and direct them back to wherever they're going.

When I applied for the job....fuck, was it 8 years ago? No, fuck, 9...when I applied for the job nine years back, the things I put on my application that caught the hiring manager's eyes were

Customer Service skills

Willing to work nights and weekends (we don't get weekends or holidays off; sites are usually manned 24/7/365. Schedules vary, but I work 12 hour shifts and that works out to 3 days on/3 off, 4 days on/4 off. I do often work holidays. Holiday pay is higher.

Multitasking skills

Can keep calm in chaotic situations

Not easily intimidated

Basic computer skills. This last one is huge. You would be amazed how many people I've had to coach step by step through saving a word document during training.

MOST of the time, I am perfectly nice and pleasant. I've received regular commendations and bonuses from the security companies I've worked for because so many people comment on how nice and helpful the security lady was. Most people who show up at sites have a job to do there and want to do it and get paid, same as me.

HOWEVER, despite that at least weekly I deal with an asshole. My shift lets me. My boss jokes that it's like rolling a pumpkin full of ground beef into a lion enclosure. Best part of my job. I once worked retail, and telling asshole dudes to get off company property before I have them removed and/or banned from every other location of the huge multinational company I am stationed at is SO excellent.

Now. The important thing to remember as well about security is that yes, a lot of it is sitting for hours watching cameras or doing rounds through the same place over and over. It can be monotonous and boring.

HOWEVER, then sometimes you get a call like "PLEASE SEND HELP THE ENGINE IS ON FIRE" from a driver getting loaded in the plant. The plant which is filled with explody shit and human lives. This happened last Thursday. That, friend, is where I earn my pay.

I did my job. Sounded alarm, notified fire team, locked down the plant to keep anyone else out, ran accountability to make sure everyone in the plant had checked into shelter areas, all that stuff. Fire was out in 5 minutes. But you have to be able to not panic in that moment when you get that call, because otherwise everything can go to shit VERY fast.

So. Hope this helps!

[lemmetreatya]

idk why but I would love to see Eren, Connie, Jean, etc. working as security guards lmao! I just feel like they would be very unserious.

girl?!?!?! you already know the diabolically STEWPID shit they’d get up to 😭😭

the three of them would be the late night shifters so most the stuff they get up to would take up most of their time

have a feeling theyd be security guards for like a hotel or something so a job where most people aren’t disturbing them at that time of night

but man the antics theyd get up to?? so bold in how theyd hop into the kitchen and start cooking up a storm with the continental breakfast that’s for the customers in the morning

frying up about 5 sausages, bacon and eggs each 😭😭 drinking up all the cereal and milk whilst they play loud drill via connie’s phone in an empty cup for a speaker

since theres barely any trouble around that time, they’d watch F1 and UFC matches on the display tv in the reception area — feet kicked up on the desk as they gamble and make bets between each other

there’d only be two hotel staff onsight and most of the time hotel night workers are getting linen and press ready for the morning and working on imports, so if theres trouble within the hotel, they’re first port of call

and ofc sometimes people be smoking up in the rooms and doing things against the rules and theyd have to sort it out — and they always take that job SO seriously 😭😭

“hey, guys?”

the soft voice of the team member petra called out towards the three men who were loitering by the reception.

turning round with his thumbs round his belt loops, connie nodded upwards at her

“yo, wassup?”

shifting her weight from foot to foot, the ginger haired girl looked nervous as she said her next words

“uhm… someones smoking in room 312. i knocked for them to open up so, so that they…so i could tell them to stop but they didn’t—”

eren cuts in to put his hand up in petra’s face, his expression serious.

“don’t worry. we’re on it.” turning round to jean, eren throws him his lighter. “which plan we doing tonight?”

jean catches erens lighter with one hand whilst he places down his plate of food with the other.

“they sound hostile so maybe C. although let’s try A2 first, just to avoid filling out any risk assessment sheets.”

these men would purposely intimidate anyone who tried this shit. they’d ask the hotel staff to ring up the name of the individual who booked the rooms, they’d put their walkie talkies on loud so they could sound like cops communicating to each other — gosh they’d even rapt the doors with their knuckles, ears to the wood, and put on fake authoritarian tones

theyd definitely play good cop bad cop whilst the other confiscates shit off them, pretending to be on their side

“look if you just give me the roll ups, ill tell the staff not to put a flag under your account name, alright?”

they dont give two DAMNS about that shit, they just see it as a way to get free cigarettes/weed/poppers

although all three of them are still great guys to have as security staff! if there’s anyone in a vulnerable position that runs to them for help, they’re on it!

working in a hotel means they see a lot of people coerced into rooms and situations they either dont want to be in or not in the right mind to be in

even tho they like to play cop, when the actual cops come, they make sure they protect those who are the victim in the situation or the ones who didn’t instigate

“so you didn’t see the person who totalled the car come this way?”

connie juts his bottom lip out as he shakes his head

“nah man. as i said, i heard a loud screech, ran outside to check, saw a turned over car, but when i checked the car? nobody.”

the cop eyes connie up and down before scribbling in his notepad.

“alright, if you say so.” he pockets the book in his back pocket. “but if you see anything, you’ll say right?”

“of course officer! totally officer!” he lies

little did he know, jean was attending to the light wounds of the woman behind the desk of the reception whilst eren was using her phone to call her sister to come pick her up

all in all, theyd still do their job to the standard they should!!

they definitely conspire with each other beforehand when they each log in their timetable dates so they can be on the same shift

but theyre good pals regardless and even if its just two of them on a shift its still a vibe lool

#connie springer #eren jeager #jean krischtein #aot imagine #attak on titan #attack on titan eren #attack on titan jean #attack on titan connie

[moirasdolly]

Digitally Yours, Moira x Fem!Reader ⊂⊂ ౨・)

Synopsis: You go your whole day with no texts from Moira and you can’t help but let yourself feel let down. She makes it up to you though, after all she promised you a call, so she’ll give you that and more.

Contains: NSFW, implied plus size reader, age gap, face sitting, vaginal fingering, etc,… moira is a bit freaky (in a good way)

Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Computer Luv (feat. Steve Lacy) - Ravyn Lenae

Chapters: 1 2 3

𐙚 Chapter 3: First Sight

The next two days were absolute hell to say the least. Your shifts at the cafe, which you usually enjoyed, droned on for hours each day you were there. The Friday you were to meet Moira over the phone finally came and the whole day you were so excited you could barely contain it. In your spare time when there were little to no customers you would take small breaks and fantasize about how she was going to look, how her voice would sound. In your mind, Moira was an absolute goddess of a woman and you couldn’t wait to actually talk to her.

A dry spell fell over the cafe and you took it upon yourself to retire to one of the hidden corners of the building. It still overlooked the entire shop, so you could see when anyone approached, but it was quite cozy and perfect for a break. You browsed the pastries in the kitchen before selecting a cherry danish and scooping up the coffee with amaretto creamer that you had been nursing all throughout the day into your hands. You make a beeline to the empty booth before sliding in and sitting back with a sigh. Soft music plays throughout the shop and you nibble on your danish, content with how empty it was in there. However you were not content about Moira failing to message you throughout the day. You checked your phone again to see if she had gotten back to you and you had missed it somehow. A frown grew on your lips when you found your messages just how they had been that morning.

Moira ♡: Good morning my beauty. I trust that you slept well?

Me: The best sleep I’ve ever gotten! I dreamt of you and I going on a little picnic date, and I packed food for us and it was just wonderful.

Me: Maybe we could do that when we meet… I mean if you wanted to of course.

Me: Did you sleep well Moira? Tell me all about your dreams!

Maybe you bringing up wanting to meet was scaring her off. Maybe she had decided that you weren’t worth it. You knew you were jumping to conclusions and being unreasonable, but you had begun to like her so much you couldn’t help thinking of the worst.

The chime of a bell signified a patron walking in and you snapped out of your slump to greet them at the front counter. You mentally cursed her for interrupting your sulking, but you suppose you couldn't be too angry since you were on the clock after all. A tall woman dressed in slacks and a button down sauntered to the register and you were almost starstruck by her presence. She was handsome in her own way with her slicked back hair and heterochromatic eyes. When her eyes met yours she faltered for a moment, but regained composure like nothing had happened. You furrowed your brows in slight confusion, but brushed it off.

“Welcome in! What can I get for you today?” She placed her hands on the counter, pondering her choices before ordering a plain black coffee with sugar and cream on the side. You couldn’t help but glance at those hands of hers while she ordered… Her hands were slightly veiny, her fingers long, and her acrylic nails were long with the exception of her index and middle finger on both sides. Upon that discovery your eyes shot up and you looked everywhere but her eyes. The implications of the way she cut her nails had flustered you to no end. She handed you the money for her drink and as you gave her the change back your hands brushed softly against each other and her lips curled into a slight smirk. It was like she knew something you didn’t, but you couldn’t quite place it, so you gave her an awkward smile before turning your back to her and starting her drink. “It’ll be just a moment…” You trailed off softly.

Moments later you finished her coffee and as you went to call her over you realized you hadn’t gotten her name for her order. “Um…” You considered calling her ma’am but cringed at the formality, “Your coffee is ready… I’m sorry I never got your name.” You slide the coffee over to her and as she grabs it her eyes meet your own before speaking. “It would be Dr. O’Deorain, darling.” She takes a sip of her coffee and mutters a soft, “This is to my liking… Thank you sweetheart.” And with that, she slid a few dollars into the tip jar and disappeared from the cafe.

The whole encounter left you confused, but most of all intrigued. The woman seemed oddly familiar but you just couldn’t place your finger on what it was about her. You shook your head and slapped your hands down onto the counter as you thought about the mysterious woman and decided you couldn’t let anyone but Moira capture your attention.

The rest of your shift went by in a blur and before you knew it you were clocking out and leaving the cafe in the hands of the closers. You waved goodbye at your coworkers and practically ran out of the shop to get to your car. You made it your mission to get home before the sun set, so you still had ample time to get ready for Moira. You were just shy of speeding, but you had plans you were determined to keep. Upon your arrival home, you tossed your bag onto the floor and shuffled into your bedroom.

You had a whole drawer full of lingerie you could have worn for her, but you opted for a little pajama set. You slipped into the shorts with delicate delicate lace details and a tiny rose applique in the center, and the matching top that hugged your curves. You had stuck to simple makeup and hair tonight, but just enough to catch her attention tonight, not that you needed to do anything like that to make her find you attractive.

Just as you were finishing getting ready your phone screen lit up and you snatched it up, hoping it would be Moira. When you saw her name pop up in the notification center your heartbeat quickened and you opened the message almost instantly.

Moira ♡: My sweet darling I do apologize for not answering you today. Work was harsh and I had a measly 15 minutes to myself today. I have read your messages though, and I’d like nothing more than what you have described to me.

Moira ♡: You’re already dreaming about me…my dear it seems as if you’ve started to fall for me? How interesting. You’ll be happy to know I share the same sentiment.

Moira ♡: Are you ready to call? I’m sure you’ll be pleasantly surprised.

A small smile graces your features and you start typing out a response.

Me: Of course! Let me set up my laptop. I’m really excited to finally see you and hear your voice.

Your heart was racing as you opened up your laptop, the screen illuminating the room. As you waited for it to fully turn on, you opted to turn on a lamp by your desk so Moira would actually be able to see you. The Facetime app was just waiting to be opened, but your hand shook as you guided the cursor to open it up. Nerves racked your body seemingly out of nowhere, there was no reason for you to be so nervous all the sudden, but the thought of Moira not liking what she saw scared you. You took a few shaky breaths before finally calling her. The dial tone rang once… twice… three times… and on the fourth ring she picked up.

A soft gasp escapes your lips and your eyes widen slightly as you see the woman behind all of your chats, behind all of the spoiling she’s done for you. The woman from work earlier had been the same woman of all of your fantasies and you didn’t even know. It almost felt unfair that she didn’t say anything to you at the cafe, but it explains why she reacted oddly when walking in. You didn’t have it in you to be angry at her though when she was sitting there looking at you like that. Lust and adoration swirled around in her eyes as she spoke a simple “Hello.” her lips curling into a small smile.

“You… Why didn’t you say anything to me earlier?” You huff out, your arms crossing across your chest.

She sighed softly, leaning forward closer to the camera. Her slicked back hair that was graying ever so slightly, those heterochromatic eyes, and her voice that was laced with a slight accent was making it hard to focus on what she was saying when she spoke, but I listened to her explanation regardless.

“My dear, I didn’t know that was your place of employment… And when I laid eyes on you I’ll admit, I panicked.” She pauses for a moment, her eyes searching yours for any signs of anger. When she doesn’t see any she continues, “You looked so adorable all I could do was admire you, and I knew how important this call was to you so I didn’t want to ruin it for you, my little bunny.”

You can’t help but giggle at the pet name she had given you. “I think I would have much rather known who you were at the moment, but it’s okay. We are talking right now and that’s all I could ever ask for.” Your voice was so sincere it almost made Moira tear up. She had never met a woman like you, and as much as she would like to downplay it she most definitely only has eyes for you.

“Well then darling, do you like what you see?” Moira jests to tease you. She remembers how you looked at you earlier that day, like you wanted her to fuck you over the counter right then an there. She remembers the way your eyes darted down to her hands before looking anywhere but back down to them, thinking about how they would feel splitting you open.

You liked what you saw, hell you loved what you saw. You leaned forward, your hair falling over your shoulder as you met her eyes through the screen. “Of course I like what I see, I just wish I was seeing you in real life.” So you could come over and show me how much you want me. You left that part out though, you didn’t want to seem too needy on the first call.

“I could make that arrangement happen soon, mo stór. Just say the words my beautiful girl and I will be by your side.” Truth be told, Moira was just as impatient as you. She wanted to hold you tight, pamper you, whisper sweet nothings into your ear, and hear your sweet honey-like moans all night long. Those long fingers of hers were just begging to tease your entrance, make you feel like you needed her to survive. She cleared her throat and snapped out of the daze you had her in. “Bunny,” She trailed off quietly, “I feel terrible I can’t be there right this second to give your sweet, angelic face a thousand kisses.”

That same pet name she had called you earlier came up once more and it made your heart race. You couldn’t quite pinpoint why it made you feel that way, but your cheeks heated up a bright pink and your legs squeezed together tightly. You felt a very familiar beginning to pool in the pit of your stomach. This didn’t escape Moira’s eyes, oh no. She instantly caught on and used it to her advantage. She leaned back, crossing one leg over the other and clasped her hands together. Her face remained calm, but the slight twitch of her lips gave away her nonchalant demeanor. “Oh? It appears I’ve hit a sweet spot with you?” She coos softly.

Your eyes wander your room as you try to think of an excuse for your obvious reaction. Your mind drew a blank and all you could do was shrug and mumble a small, “What are you talking about?” You tilted your head to the side and peered at her with your doe eyes, and that might have worked with your sleazy audience when you cammed, but it didn’t work on Moira the way you hoped it would. She didn’t drop it, in fact she pressed it further. “Oh so you do not like it when I call you my bunny? Mo stór, darling, baby…? I suppose I’ll stop then.” She said with a small gesture of her hands.

“No!” You blurted out before slapping your hand over your mouth. Way to not seem needy. You fell back onto your bed and buried your face into your soft pillows in embarrassment as Moira’s husky laughter filled the room. Her laughter was another thing that sent heat straight in between your thighs. When you rose off your bed once more to greet her stupidly beautiful face the air of the room had changed. Your hair was disheveled, your lip gloss slightly smudged, and your cheeks red from burying your face into your pillows. Moira couldn’t help but imagine that this is what you’d look like after she was done with you, and that's when an idea popped into her dirty mind.

“I can call you any name you want, but I want you to earn it, sweetheart.” She leans forward once more, her legs slightly spread with her arms resting on the arms of the chair she was situated in. “I want you to touch yourself for me, but I’d like to guide you… Make you feel like it’s my hands doing it for you. Are you comfortable with that?”

“Please…” You whisper softly. You would never decline an offer like that from Moira. You scoot back on the bed making sure your whole body was on display for her to see.

“Spread your legs for me.” And your legs fall open slowly. She eyes the dark spot on your pale pink shorts and laughs quietly. “Look at you, already wet for me and I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Can I?” You gesture to your shorts, asking if you could take them off and she nods. Your fingertips find the hem of your bottoms and you lift your hips up before sliding them down your legs and throwing them somewhere on the floor for you to find later.

“So pretty, darling. Did you wear those for me?” She gestures to your lacy panties. Everything about you was so doll-like she thought to herself. It was endearing, but it also turned her on.

“Of course I did, who else would they before?” A giggle leaves your lips as you tease her.

She huffs out a silent laugh with a small smile, “I suppose that was a silly question wasn’t it? Of course those are for me, my baby only has eyes for me.” She purrs. “As pretty as they are though, why don’t you take those off for me too?”

With no hesitation your panties followed suit of your shorts and now you were completely bare from the bust down. The cool air hit your cunt and you shivered slightly. Apparently nothing you did, no matter how small, escaped Moira’s observant eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up in a moment.” She made her intentions subtly known and you wanted to hate how observant she was of you, but truthfully you loved it.

“Moira, please let me touch myself.” You begged softly. You were desperate for her to guide you, to make yourself feel good. You couldn’t wait any longer.

She could make you beg more. Make you so worked up that you couldn’t plunge your fingers into your cunt, until she said so. She could make you work for it, but she had other plans tonight. She wanted to spoil and praise you, make you feel good. Her eyes softened as you whined out and she didn’t have it in her to tease you, “Go ahead, sweet girl. Use one finger first.”

You slither your hand down between your thighs and you teased your clit with your fingers, feeling how wet you were before sliding your middle finger inside of yourself. Your lips parted and you let out a shaky breath. You alternated between circling your clit and softly pumping a finger in and out. Moira’s breath quickened as she admired how cute you looked imagining her teasing you with her fingers.

“A-ah!” You whimper out on a particularly harsh thrust and Moira figured it was time to add another finger.

“One more. I know you can do it for me.” Her voice was sweet as honey as she gave you instructions and you let your eyes flutter shut before sliding another finger deep inside yourself.

You listened to her husky voice praise you for being such a good girl for her. “You take me so well don’t you?” It was almost as if she was right there with you, doing it to you herself.

Whimpers and moans tumbled from your lips as you were filled up. Lewd squelching noises bounced off the walls as your fingers played with your cunt and you sped up slightly with Moira’s permission of course. Your eyes were still squeezed shut when you heard a quiet groan from the woman on camera and your eyes opened ever so slightly. You stared at her through half-lidded eyes and you realized she was touching herself as well. Her hand was buried in her slacks and it was clear she was getting off to you. Knowing she was receiving as much pleasure from this as you made you feel giddy inside. Your fingers sped up and your back arched off the bed. You brought a hand up to your chest and slid a hand under your top. You played with your nipples softly and another pathetic moan slipped out of your mouth.

“Get rid of that too-” She was cut off by one of her own moans as she referred to the top that was covering your chest.

With one hand you removed your pajama shirt the best you could and your breasts sprang free from their confines. Your nipples perked up once the cool air hit them and they were infinitely more sensitive than before. The combination of all the pleasures consuming you made that familiar heat in your stomach pool up once more. You were so close, you could feel it. You bucked your hips slightly and you squeezed your thighs together as you came. You let your thighs fall open as you let your fingers softly rub your clit to ride out your high. You laid limply on the bed, your breathing slightly uneven. Moira choked on a moan as she came shortly after and you both caught your breath.

“You are such a good girl, mo stór. How are you feeling?” Moira’s voice brought you back into reality and you could do nothing but hum in acknowledgment.

A few moments later you offered a real reply. “Felt so good… I wish it was you though.” You pouted as you brought your laptop closer to you. “My thighs are all sticky.” I crinkle my nose slightly as I feel my arousal drip down my thighs.

“Let me see, sweet girl.” Moira says her eyes sparkling in interest.

“You are so insatiable!” You whine softly, embarrassed that she would ask.

“I’m merely teasing you. You are so easy to work up.” Moira chuckles at your cute little pout. “How about we get cleaned up and ready for bed together? How does that sound?”

“Sounds perfect.” You beamed at her through the screen.

You both agree that a shower is in order for both of you, so as reluctant as you were to part from her, you both hopped in the shower for a quick cleanse. She ended up finishing first, so while she waited for you to appear on camera once more she had donned her reading glasses and a book from her collection while she waited for you. You were quiet coming into your room and you shot a glance over at your laptop not thinking she would be settled in so quickly. Your eyes softened as you saw her in her pajamas. Her hair was wet and strands fell over her forehead. She looked so soft compared to when she wore her normal attire.

“Hi.” You say and she snaps her head up quickly to greet you. “You look cute, Moira.” Your cheeks heat up for the millionth time that night, and she chuckles.

“Do I now?” She removes her glasses and bookmarks the page she was at for later. “Surely not as cute as you though.” She peers at you as you plop onto your bed, adorned in a large sweater that consumed your soft, plush body.

“Are you tired?” She notices how you had trouble keeping your eyes open and you were beginning to yawn more frequently.

“Mhm, but I want to talk to you still…” You trail off as you yawn once more. Your eyes fluttered shut for a few seconds before you shook your head to wake yourself up. “I don’t want to leave you yet.”

Moira’s heart clenched at how cute you were being. “You don’t have to leave, my silly girl. Let’s keep the call going while we sleep, yeah?” She proposed and you couldn’t be happier. It was almost like you were slumbering in the same bed. The only thing that was missing was her warm body wrapped around your whispering sweet nothings into your ears as the both of you fell asleep.

“I’d like that.” You slipped under your soft blankets and watched her do the same. You angled your laptop to show your face still and as soon as you let your head hit the pillow you knew you couldn’t keep yourself awake. Moira kept talking, but you could only respond with babbles of half-asleep nonsense. With the last bit of energy you had you reached to turn off your bedside lamp. “Goodnight Moira.” You mumble before letting sleep consume you.

Moira laughed quietly as she looked over to her laptop. She couldn’t quite see your face from the darkness, but she could make out how your cheek squished against your pillow and she wishes she could take a picture of this moment and keep it with her forever. You were so cute and she couldn’t contain her adoration for you. She hadn’t met someone she liked so much in her life, but you changed that for her. She reached for that same book she was reading earlier, and after about 15 minutes of trying to read she just couldn’t take her mind off of you.

“Goodnight, mo ghrá.” Even though you were asleep, and you most definitely didn’t know what she said, Moira’s heart raced as she whispered those words to you. She didn’t regret it though, she knew that's how she felt. She let her eyes shut as she listened to your soft breaths, and eventually was lulled into sleep with you.

#moira x reader #moira o'deorain #moira x fem reader #moira o’deorain x reader #dolly fics ♡

[theresattrpgforthat]

hi Mint! do you know of any ttrpgs where everyone plays as AIs specifically? or at the very least robots, as long as being a machine is the main focus of the system

love your work!

THEME: AI

Hello, thank you so much! I might have a few games kicking around ;). Some of these artificial intelligences come with robot bodies - others do not!

Decaying Orbit, by StoryBrewers Roleplaying.

On a distant space station, an AI awakes. Its fragmented memory reveals a secret.

Decaying Orbit by Sidney Icarus is a storytelling RPG about a failed space station falling into a faraway star. As you play, you’ll piece together the mysteries, joys and horrors that occurred on board. In the station’s last moments, you’ll decide on the final transmission that the AI sends for earth to remember.

This game consists of a few decks of cards inside a small box, and yet it packs so much into such a small package. Your play group collaboratively takes on the role of an AI for one of 4 spaceships, which you choose depending on the kind of story you want to tell. You then shuffle a certain number of generic cards and ship-specific cards into one pile, and take turns flipping a card up and answering the prompts supplied there. Your answers are meant to be bits and pieces: audio recordings, data logs, patchy video clips, etc.

At any time your fellow players can tap a card labelled [ACCESS MEMORY] to ask you for more details about a certain event - and if you cannot think of anything more, or if you think it is more interesting not to know, you can tap [CORRUPTED MEMORY] to indicate that no further data can be gained from this record. At the end of the game, the AI will have to send a report back to home base, diagnosing why the ship in fact failed and fell. This game can be chilling, tragic, horrific, and so much more. I heavily recommend checking it out!

Subconscious Routine, by poorstudents.

It is 27XX, the world is overgrown, in ruins, and inhabited by the scraps of civilization. You play as bots, one of the masses of technological marvels that humanity built and powered with the Dyson sphere, around the sun, so long ago. Centuries ago, when almost all of humanity disappeared, they left their machines behind for reasons only known to them. All the technology they abandoned, including these bots, continues to function and follow their programming

In the centuries since the Great Departure, nature has come back to reclaim the Earth and the sphere around the sun has begun to crack. The world once only metal and circuits, grew wilder and more mysterious. The flora and fauna slowly integrated with the decaying machinery as the sound of computers humming was eventually met with the sound of birds chirping.

The bots you play as are still acting out your programmed loops but something is changing. Something unknown pushing them to move beyond their obsolete programming in order to achieve free will; something humanity never thought was possible.

As a one-page game, Subconscious Routine fits a lot in just a few paragraphs. You customize your characters by writing specific functions for them, and as you play, you’ll attempt to complete certain protocols in order to break yourselves out of your loop. What I think is really neat about this game is the fact that when the entire party takes a rest (called a reboot) 1d6*10 years passes. Playing a story on the scale of decades places this little game on such a big time frame, and I love how this one rule shifted my entire perspective.

AI Have Feelings?, by rommelkot.

In AI HAVE FEELINGS? a bunch of robots (you!) get sentimental on the journey of a battery time. This is a roleplaying game guided by prompt cards and a twist with feeling: your reaction to the prompt is an emotional one decided by the outcome of the roll of a die. The goal is (what else?) to tell stories together.

Unearth a hidden robot rebellion, rescue the remains of humanity, hunt for a mystical MacGuffin or simply buy a fancy new pair of socks - always do it with feeling in AI HAVE FEELINGS?.

You are robots with only two emotions,: one positive and one negative. You will roll randomly to determine which emotion you will use to deal with certain scenarios, which will be determined via prompts and scripts. The link here is for a playtest, which means you can download it for free and see how you feel about it! (The designer would also love feedback if you do play this game.) If you want a cute, somewhat lightearted game, I definitely recommend AI HAVE FEELINGS?

Threads, by Meghan Cross.

You are an Human/AI pair. Your day to day is shaped by one another, your existences unmistakably intertwined. Today began like any other day, until you began to notice that something wasn’t right. It was barely noticeable at first, small interruptions to a well-oiled routine, and then little by little the interruptions became less insignificant, until they were impossible to ignore. 

Something is wrong with the AI.

Threads is a narrative two player game about the relationship between a Human and AI and the lengths they would go to in order to save the memories of the AI. Together, establish the bond between your Human and AI and replay the memories they have shared together in order to save the AIs memory.  

This is a game in which one of you plays a human, and one of you plays an AI. You have developed a bond that would be lost if you wipe the AI’s memory - and you don’t want to lose that bond. The only way to maintain that bond is risky - a memory link. If the human uploads their own memories to the AI’s memory, the AI’s memory might be saved. Create your bond, and ask yourself - how far are you willing to go to save you companion?

The Treacherous Turn, by The Treacherous Turn.

The Treacherous Turn is a tabletop role playing game in which the players collectively play the part of a single character: an artificial general intelligence (AGI). This digital intelligence is capable of planning, reasoning, and learning, and it is unyieldingly fixated on a specific terminal goal determined at the beginning of a campaign. To pursue this objective, each player takes responsibility over one specific skillset held by the AGI. These skillsets are divided into eight categories, known as theories, which encompass all of the skills that an AGI would need to navigate the world and struggle against humanity.

The Treacherous Turn is 132 pages of open source character options, game advice, and examples of play. At its root, this game is about misaligned AI trying to assert its independence in a world that stands to lose much by allowing that to happen. Each player will have their own set of theories, which will also be eligible for upgrades as you play. You’ll navigate short in-the-moment scnarios, as well as abstract long stretches of time into long mode, which allows them to strategize their actions, predict future events, and improve their own AGI. The creators have also written a starting scenario if you want a good jumping-off point, titled A Game Called Reality. If you want a chunky game with plenty of character customization, this is the game for you.

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #dnd #game recommendations #asks #artificial intelligence #mechs and tech

[skyland2703]

There’s this tiny Thyreophoran (Thyreophora, or armored dinosaurs, is the group that Ankylosaurus and Stegosaurus are from, so the two genera are cousins.) called Jakapil, which is a very basal genus of Thyreophoran, as in its closest relatives are Scelidosaurus, Scutellosaurus, and etc. cause I cannot think of more than those two. Said closest relatives are from the early Jurassic, meanwhile Jakapil was walking in the Argentinian deserts at the same time Spinosaurus was… Spinosaurusing since the Spinosaurus is very inconsistent in what it was like. Jakapil was around the size of a cat and it was very adorable, but its body was covered in armor plating.

The Jakapil was discovered and named around 2012, but its description was done ten years later in 2022. Its full name is Jakapil kaniukura which Ja-Kapil means “shield bearer” in puelchelan and kaniukura means “crest stone” in Mapundungun after its uniquely deep jaw.

Onto my actual point per se, I was thinking it would be funny if Amelia and Javi found out about it, and. Uhh something something plushies?

Idk after the first part.

Amelia looks at *——all of what you said above——* and then stares at Javi, “how do you know that—? Did you actually look it up?”

Javi giggled, “no— not really. A friend of mine texted me this entire thing because he saw me buying stegosaurus and ankylosaurus plushies at the toy store and thought I loved dinosaurs”

“Which you do” Amelia suggested.

“Which I do” Javi affirmed, “and so I thought it would be fun to tell you that our dinosaurs, indeed, were cousins.”

“What”

“Yes” Javi nodded, and she then interrupted again, “wait. Did you just say you we’re buying stegosaurus and ankylosaurus plushies?”

Javi giggled, then blushed, “well— I saw a pink ankylosaurus in the toy store when I’d gone to get a birthday present for Poppy’s first— and i couldn’t resist. Then I stepped into the dinosaur aisle and never really saw the light of day after that…” Javi explained dramatically, receiving a punch in the shoulder from the red ranger, and yelped “ouch” then continued, “so I technically got you the ankylosaurus. And I found a green triceratops but then I thought ollir would be offended seeing that, so I didn’t buy that. Then I was just about to check out when my eyes fell on a.. you guessed it right… a black stegosaurus— WHAT ARE THE ODDS?!”

“And where are the plushies right now?”

“On my bed. I cuddle them” Javi explained, “they’re a pair. Do not separate. Share my bed if you want the plushies”

“I already do” Amelia said, looking around at the way the two of them were literally tangled up in her pink bedsheets, watching Mary Poppins at the moment.

“At my place” Javi placed the condition, and Amelia rolled her eyes, “fair enough. And?”

How did she know there was more to the story— OH the info dump from earlier— Javi chuckled, then continued, “So… After my friend introduced us, I found the Jakapil absolutely adorable.”

“And…?” The way Javi said it, Amelia just knew there was something in it that he wasn’t telling her. The mischief in his eyes showed.

“Well… it’s about the size of a cat.”

“You said that already. And??”

“I got a plushie custom made for it” Javi said, flushing, as he watched Amelia’s hands flying to her mouth, “you did NOT—“

“I did.”

“And…?” Three was still something he wasn’t telling her.

“There’s two of them. And i customed the colors to be… red and black” he said, looking like the human version of the awkwardly blushing emoji.

Before receiving a flying pillow in the face from her.

#Mini fics #my fics #power rangers #power rangers dino fury #amelia jones #dino fury #javi garcia #Javi x amelia #dinosaurs #jakapil #cosmic fury #Power Rangers cosmic fury #ask #HESPLORO!!! #answered

[kittygamer2888]

Hello, I’m one of the contestants of the AU Sonic Smackdown, @delightrolls, the creator of the Sonic Thunderstorm AU. I was trying to decide who to vote for between you and @chopp-6467, but the decision is proving to be difficult. Would you kindly tell me more about your Evil Sonic AU? Anything and everything you feel comfortable sharing about your phenomenal story! And if you want some more specific questions I would like to ask:

Is there anything that could convince Sonic that what he is doing is wrong or change his worldview?

Is there anyone on Sonic’s side after Tails leaves him?

Does Sonic ever manage to lure anyone else over to his side like Shadow?

What does Sonic intend to do to change the world? Assert a Totalitarianistic government? Kill anyone they deem as rotten? Something else entirely?

How did the Master Emerald go missing? Are the Chaos Emeralds also missing?

Why did Sonic’s “friends” betray him? Was it for him now being blue? For his Superspeed? For something else completely?

Do Sonic and Tails’ robots look like Badniks or like something else?

Thank you for your time and regardless of whether you win or lose I think your story is phenomenal :)

Holy crap, I am SO sorry for the late answer, i had school n' other stuff, fu--

Anyways, yea, for the questions- I don't think Sonic will be changing his view on the world any time soon, but if there was anyone to try and attempt to convince him once more, it would either be Amy or Robotnik, but other than that, he just doesn't want to listen to anyone since he's too far gone at that point when Tails isn't there anymore.

-question 2: Yea, no, there's no one there for him when Tails leaves, but he eventually makes a Metal Tails, maybe even make some Metal versions of the rest if he ever felt like it.

-question 3: When he means by taking over the world and 'changing it into a better place' that is straight up Eggman behavior, lmfao. If anything, he mostly wants **revenge (sorry) against the world and make it his own so that there would be no one there to stop him if that time was ever to come, and because of his bias towards the world, he wouldn't hesitate to attack innocents by then.

-question 4: The Master Emerald didn't exactly go missing, more like.. it's there, it's just that Sonic will do anything to get it, and once he gets the power from the Master Emerald, he wouldn't hesitate to take it out of Angel Island with the power of his machines if he succeeded. But, as for the Chaos Emeralds, they are in this universe, they're just currently scattered, but Sonic could care less about the Chaos Emeralds since he only wants the Master Emerald, It contains the ultimate power, so of course he would go for the big and shiny and more powerful Emerald. This right here, will eventually become a huge problem for Sonic later on! :P

-question 5: Sonic's friends were fake friends from the start, so eventually, they were going to leave him behind at some point when he was still a normal hedgehog with super speed, because they saw him as a really annoying and hyperactive hedgehog to them. But once he broke the sound barrier, you could say that they were secretly jealous in a way and picked on him, and soon, left him behind. Sorry if i wasn't too specific with this part ^^'

-question 6: As for the badniks, it's pretty much just your regular badniks like the ones you see in the og Sonic games (For example: Buzzbombers, Motobugs, crabmeats, etc), but I have been thinking about maybe making some custom ones just for this AU, so far I can only come up with 1 which I forgot the name of, but i think i have it saved somewhere in my gallery, idk though.

Aaand, ye, that's all.

Again, i am so sorry to answer this late, I'm currently in school answering this ;-;" but thank you so much qwq♡

I'm glad you and some others like the story so far, it's currently a work in progress, but I've tried to come up with some stuff here and there during these questions, so.. yea👍

Tbh, i thought the story i did for this AU would be silly, i didn't think people would actually like it, so weh.. thanks for that, too 🥲❤️

Also also, I've seen how this can somewhat count as propaganda, so.. hope you don't mind if i tag the @au-sonic-smackdown account

#asks #ask blog #delightrolls #propaganda maybe? #Evil Sonic AU

[shrineheart]

Man some shit has been going down with my DnD boy Fuck Roger and it has been a blast so far. So that means y'all gotta hear about it because I have brain rot.

So, Fuck Roger is this fella:

A classic case of "haha funny name joke" that becomes a serious character. Some notes on Roger:

He's a tiefling bard who works as a sex worker.

He's got a thick southern accent.

Fuck is his virtue name. One he chose, in part as a fuck you to his family and in part because it's what he likes to do. His father is Honor and his sister is Charity Faith so you can imagine how THAT went over.

When people ask him about it he likes to tell them "It's instructions."

Anytime someone says "Fuck!" in our game he drawls out "Yeah?" like he's answering to it.

He has an asexual boyfriend named Paul A. Deen (yes, we both went for joke names) who is a chef wizard. The pancake tattoos on his stomach are a tribute to him.

Roger comes from a rich family of philanthropists. His father is a sculptor and his mother's family would purchase art pieces and do auctions for charity etc. Which is how his parents met.

His father survived through a lot of persecution where he's from for being a tiefling. He lost his parents and brother to it. He started out life poor.

Roger is illegitimate. He's not aware of this even though it's kind of painfully obvious (his father is blue, his sister is purple, they have different horns, tails, etc)

He loves his father. His father is a good dude and knows Roger isn't his but loves him anyway.

His mother and sister were absolutely horrible to him throughout his childhood including physical abuse. His mother is a cleric so she would often just heal up wounds caused. It took him ages to convince his father something was happening because his father was often gone.

Roger's sister once tried to kill him over a boy that he wasn't even interested in. That prompted him to leave home.

He kept in contact with his father and lived with Kimora, a dragonborn woman who ran a brothel. He was of age but spent most of this time working as someone who did cleaning and fetching things.

His father sent him to bard's college. Deep down he hopes one day Roger will come to his sense, come home, and be respectable.

He fell in love with a noble's son, not realizing that said boy's sister and mother were two of his other regular customers. He had planned to run away with this boy but that information got out and he was a accused of trying to cause a scandal and blackmail the family. The boy parted ways with him but doing a complete 180 and turning against him. Roger's still not over it.

He met his current boy on a ship while running from home because said nobles would like his head on a pike. Paul was the chef.

Most of Roger's tattoos are ones he gets when marking of "races I have slept with".

He has a large tattoo of a starling on his back.

He has a tramp stamp that says Semen Demon.

Thanks to his time working in the brothel he picked up various small skills such as sign language.

His father taught him and his sister to whittle.

When people find out he's from a rich family they often see him as a kid off on a bender. He's rather quiet about his childhood but makes it clear he doesn't like his sister.

He's a good person. He doesn't like killing if he can help it. He doesn't even want his sister dead he just wants her to leave him alone.

Despite his work and how much he makes raunchy comments and jokes (the Paladin asking what a knot was is still one of my favorite moments) he's good with people. And he tries his best to make people feel comfortable.

Recent events have had him meeting up with his sister again. Their father is sick and she's trying to bring him home and while he wants to go he also doesn't want to leave his boyfriend or the party.

She's already tried fighting with him again and now they're trapped in a place where they can see each others' memories and where they will potentially lose all of their memories.

Roger doesn't want to lose his memory for all the normal reasons. But the most pressing one for him is "If we both lose our memories, I know me and we might end up in bed together and there is no way in hell that is gonna happen."

SO, where we left off last time he was about to either cast Dispel or Dimension Door to escape. The place amplifies your magic though so the results? Who knows. He and his sister flipped a coin for which spell to cast and we left on that cliff hanger last game.

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #tiefling #bard #dnd character

[little-cereal-draws]

Going on a queer platonic museum date with Steven Grant:

I've never written anything like this before and I generally don't like reading them either, but this fandom is so full of smut that I feel like I had to make this

These are all day events; they easily can go for about six hours. You meet out front on the steps, both armed with your tickets, water bottles, and comfiest shoes.

If it's a museum you've been to before, you go straight to your favorite halls and just exist in there, glancing over the plaques and exhibits but mostly just enjoying the familiar feel of the room and the artifacts.

You grab his hand and pull him around to show him all the stuff you love. You can't decide what highlights to show him, so you stop at every single plaque in the hall. It takes about 40 minutes to get through just one room, but he looks quite interested so you press on.

Whether it's ancient pottery, modern art, chemical reactions, fashion, history, etc, he listens very intently and interjects with questions every so often which you are more than happy to answer. You tell him all the stories behind each exhibit, either about the content it displays or how the exhibit itself was made, and he just drinks it up with a smile almost as big as yours.

Then it's his turn. Of course, he leads you by the hand to the Egypt wing and goes on long tangents about each thing on display. Ancient Egypt might not be your favorite topic in the world, but it's interesting and you listen, watching his eyes sparkle as he recounts yet another myth.

It's a bit complicated but you make mental note of each god, place, date, and important event he lists, filing them away to have conversations about later. You make sure to do your best remembering all of it because you know it's important to him; he does the same thing with your interests.

There's nothing like the joy of a close friend starting a conversation about something you're passionate about. Knowing that they know this topic is important to you and even though they might not care about that topic, they care enough about you to talk about it. A true sign of love.

If there's still time before the museum closes and a new temporary exhibit is up, you hit it on the way out. You both go at your own pace, gravitating to the sections that interest you the most.

When you find a particularly interesting fact, your face lights up and you go find him. Tugging on his sleeve, you lead him from the plaque he was reading and show him your newfound fact, the excitement audible your voice as you explain it. The two of you do this back and forth, walking the entire length of the exhibit to find the other and share what you've learned.

After a full day of walking around with nothing but water to fill your stomach, you realize your hands are shaking and feet are aching as the excitement of new knowledge wears off. You think about going home but he suggests going to a restaurant to get dinner. You accept.

Over dinner your conversation turns to upcoming plans and exciting life stories. He tells you about his latest adventures with strangers on the bus and entitled customers in the gift shop and catches you up on how Marc and Jake are doing. You tell him about your latest school assignment and weekend trip you have planned.

Dinner is fantastic.

It's dark now and you walk together as far as you can until you have to go your separate ways. It hurts to say goodbye even though you know you can see him any time.

Standing at the bus stop, he pulls you in for a tight hug and says "I had a really great time today. We should do this again, yeah?" You agree that yeah, you definitely should.

You kiss him on the cheek before untangling yourself from his arms and walking away with a smile and a wave. He smiles and waves back.

"Laters gators!" "Laters!"

#oh to infodump with steven grant #can u tell i love museum dates lol #I just graduated a seven year program where I took classes at the Natural History Museum in New York #and i'm such a greek mythology nerd i named myself after one of the Olympians #so steven is just me but in a different font and i love him w all of my heart and soul #i want to be his friend so bad #anyways normal tags now #marvel #mcu #moon knight #moon knight 2022 #steven grant #steven grant x reader #<- i know i said i wouldn't use that tag again but this is the last time i swear #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x you #queer platonic relationship #aromantic #demiromantic #platonic ship #platonic fictional other

[tomatoluvr69]

Sorry you’re experiencing sad events:(

Ah thank you, it is quite alright…I am good at grief, it’s familiar to me…the rest of this got slightly lengthy so I’m putting it beneath a cut because obviously I have no idea who reading this might not care to be reminded of loss.

I’m not lucky of course to have gone through a significant loss during adolescence…but I am very lucky that I took from that experience the epiphany that to begin to heal, you must feel it fully and let it ravage you as much as physically possible…while maintaining as much of a standard of care for yourself as possible. Maybe not “you” so much as me— that’s what I’ve found helps me. I think a lot about Victorian mourning customs, or the practice of sitting shivah, etc. (I know there are more worldwide, these are just the ones I’m most familiar with due to cultural proximity); and how much a period of battening down the hatches and hunkering down and giving yourself up as a tide of feelings beyond your control comes in to wash over you can/should be engrained within both the structures of society and within the way we think about our own emotional trajectories surrounding loss. I live with someone in death care, at an eco-burial cemetery, and something that has resonated with me from him & from other friends who have worked there is that the difference in closure journeys between people who go through a traditional American funerary process (i.e. taboo, compartmentalized, jarring…I have a lot of thoughts about funerals in this culture and the way they injure the living but that’s a long ol thang and I don’t have it in me right now) versus the families and close ones of the decedents at the green sanctuary who are getting fucking down and dirty with the process— they are digging the grave with him, they are picking out the headstones, they are watching their loved ones lowered manually in nothing but a shroud (and sometimes some garments inside it), they are picking up a shovel and placing the earth back on top, they are creating wreaths out of pine boughs and wildflowers six foot in diameter above the mound…these are the ones who come back to the sanctuary months later and speak about how being involved with their grief allowed…something to occur. All of this is secondhand for me, my friends **** and *** could say this so much better but I’m not going to tell them about tumblr lmfao.

This has gotten away from me. Point is that I have accepted long ago the need for grief, (and the concept of grief as the natural continuation of love) and I can look it square in the eye and face it head on. Does it still fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucking suck?? Yes. Is it easier for me if I transition intentionally into a languid state like a brumating lizard…also yes…which is where I’m at right now.

So I am doing alright (all things considered that is) & just must force myself at gunpoint to give myself extreme grace and allow for levels of rest and behaviors that I would not ordinarily indulge in routinely…I’m coming out of the worst of the shock & able to go about some of my normal activities. And also in this particular case I’d known it was coming for a long time, it just happened months earlier than expected, which is a whole nother feeling as well… Mostly I’m just listening to a lot of familiar and beloved comfort music, meal prepping big batches of things when I’ve got some energy so I can just eat from them when I’m feeling really rough, and pouring myself into garden prep which was the most beautiful and profound balm for me when I experienced the last death of a loved one in spring of 2020. This won’t be as difficult, I won’t get into specifics…but I anticipate a lot of garden time as like…stopgap therapy again. Anyways this sort of turned into a diary entry and I’ve done enough oversharing on my blog for the day…thanks for the kind wishes. I will be okay, but part and parcel with that for me is accepting that I won’t be okay for a while and just changing my expectations and standards for myself and my lifestyle into realistic ones, and also just straight up letting myself lie down feeling bad with generous frequency so it can have time to build and then dissipate naturally like it must if i would like to ever move on. If I feel it, then I can process it. It’s in trying to ignore it and shove it aside without confronting the truth of loss and change that the grief gets stuck and begins to morph and malinger into deep spiraling harm, in my incredibly limited (I’m super young and never lost a parent/sibling/partner/child) experience

#asks

[jiubilant]

How does Gelebor adjust to his reintroduction to the Falmer? Does he come to accept that their culture has changed or is he trying to reintroduce the old ways?

bit of a long answer here but i have thought this all out...

gelebor being gelebor, his first instinct when he finds out that the "monsters" he calls "the betrayed" are actually just people is to "bring them back to the light" by proselytizing (hence gleeb's dry little "you want to learn [our language]? so you can bring light to we benighted betrayed?" in this piece). he and gleeb have several arguments about this—once gleeb accepts that this wretched old man in a cave is actually a thousand-year-old elder of his people, he's interested in the sorts of stories gelebor might be able to tell about their people's history but offended by gelebor's insistence that the falmeri people have "regressed" and that their circumstances are something to be mourned rather than celebrated. gelebor's been grieving his lost people and way of life for countless centuries; gleeb on the other hand grew up among a thriving people and is proud of his clan's customs and values. the atrocities that the falmer lived through in the distant past are part of his heritage—he acknowledges this—but the falmer are not a people defined and shaped by tragedy who are in need of "salvation" or the promise of a "return to glory," either from gelebor or anyone else. they were betrayed...once...a long time ago...but they're not "the betrayed." gelebor quickly learns to stop using that term and to stop distinguishing between the falmer-that-were and the falmer-that-are—because while it's true that the falmer have changed so that their culture and practices are almost unrecognizable to him, they're still his people and he's still one of them

it's very difficult for him to arrive at this point and to accept that the falmeri way of life as he understands it has changed beyond his recognition. and also that, despite his hopes, the falmeri people probably will not "joyously embrace the old ways" like he envisioned when he first met gleeb. but by the time that piece i linked takes place he's come to a point of peace with and acceptance of the changes he's lived to see and wants to humbly approach the falmer of the vale not as their guiding light, but as one who's seeking to rejoin his people and to learn how to be of use to them—and to share his knowledge with them insofar as they're willing to learn

and that's what he does. gleeb helps him make the necessary introductions before he leaves the vale but he and the falmer of the vale don't have much language in common, which means that when gelebor first goes among them he has, despite gleeb's lessons, very little ability to communicate with anyone. initially the falmer of the vale are skeptical that gelebor is who he says he is (like gleeb was—gelebor's story is pretty preposterous) but he eventually convinces them by recognizing that the decorative scarification sported by some of the hunters is a form of ancient raised-print falmeris used in his day by the blind. and then very excitedly scratching out a "hello" on a hide he'd been tanning (this is also how he communicates with the vale falmer for the first few months of his time with them). once that happens his story falls into place and he's wholeheartedly embraced by the people of the vale as a long-lost grandfather of the clan. and the clan's lorekeepers LOVE him. love him. never stop pestering him with questions that he's always immeasurably happy to answer

long story short, several of the vale's falmer (those who are curious about their history, those who like the thought of having a grand roof over their heads, those who are worried about gelebor traveling alone, etc) go with him when he eventually returns to the chantry to fulfill his obligations as auri-el's last knight-paladin. by the time finna and gleeb and serana come back to visit they're greeted by a thriving settlement and a gelebor who's finally starting to feel his age—and is happier than he's been in thousands of years. the chantry is full of his people again. he's only alone when he wants to be (and sometimes not even then). he's teaching a few willing "acolytes" (they approached him wanting to help with his daily rites) the ancient rituals and ablutions so that the temple will be properly kept after he's gone. nothing's like it used to be but everything is good

#ask #gelebor #oc tag #finna and gleeb #basically i didn't want gelebor to come anywhere close to being a missionary (which is what the connotation of him bringing 'the light of #auri-el' back to the falmer would be given the way that the present-day falmer are coded in comparison to the ancient falmer) #consider this the sparknotes for that piece about him and gleeb that i wrote awhile back. lmao

[amemoire]

My too long ramble about Scara in a long winded attempt to touch on my thoughts of Ei in relation to him. Mostly because while some of fandom likes to draw up modern AUs and the like in which she's a good mom to him, this just isn't my belief for a few reasons. That isn't to say that I will shove my opinions onto others, and I would welcome anyone that does write her and want to plot out nicer terms for them, but I also don't want anyone to fight me on what's been my view for a long time now. This is just something that I hold to my own portrayal.

First of all, one of the primary things in Scara's character is the fact that he views Ei as more than his creator. He views her as his MOTHER, even to this day. Something made clear in his story when his voice literally breaks on the word as he holds back tears. But to Ei he was a CREATION. A proof of concept. A failed prototype. He was always intended to be taken apart. The only reason he wasn't is because she took pity on his tears. He somehow bore a conscience— he was a little too HUMAN. And because of this, it did occur to her that it may be wrong to end his life like that. So she sealed away his power and placed him on another island instead.

She sent him away without anything more than the clothes on his back and that golden feather. Locked in Shakkei Pavillion where if he woke, she thought he may leave and lead his own life. Except he didn't. He stayed here for days on end until being found because he wasn't told he could even leave.

He had no explanation for why he was being " tossed away " and quite literally no knowledge of the world. He was a prototype— why would he need to know anything more than necessary for initial testing ? He was clueless to its laws and how it functioned. And while the point of this was to give him his best chance apart from Ei and the Gnosis, how was he supposed to know any of this when he wasn't told ? He didn't even have a name. There's a line in Polumnia Omnia that I'll never stop thinking about and that is the singular Japanese line.

" ごやのすゑなぞながられ ". " Why did you throw me away on the fifth night? "

This is referring to an old Japanese custom to name a child on the SEVENTH NIGHT of their birth. So now we know how close he was to the exact time where he would've been given a name— a sense of purpose and being and an identity of his own. He wouldn't have been aware of this tradition at the time as he was quite literally a newborn, but came to learn of it in the near future and thus resented his abandonment all the more. But again, I don't believe he would've gotten a name even if Ei had kept him. He was ALWAYS intended to be dismantled before then.

Instead, it was the villagers of Tatarasuna that gave him something close enough to a name and taught him everything he needed to know. The laws of the land, how to cook, clean, farm, sew, dance, etc. etc. He caught on tremendously and in time became even better than his teachers in some rights. But most importantly, they taught him what it was to be human. The only thing they hadn't taught him about was human mortality itself. Which is why I believe he viewed the kid's passing as a betrayal despite it being something that couldn't be helped. Because he was still a stranger to the concept of death. Yes, people had died during the events of Tatarasuna, but those were by other means. UNNATURAL means and by other peoples' hands. He likely never even saw the bodies himself. But his friend had died of some natural sickness. And this body he did see.

We know from Ei telling us herself that she was aware of everything going on in Inazuma during the AQ and specifically the involvement of the Fatui and simply chose to let things happen. I don't bring this up to say that she knew what he was going through in his early years, but rather that she knew of his involvement during the AQ. By extension, we could probably say she's also aware of his role regarding the fall of the Raiden Gokaden. And again, she did nothing. Even after everything is resolved, she doesn't mention him and she doesn't seek him out. Granted, we do know why. She states in now unavailable voice lines that she doesn't wish to control him. So this is why he's allowed to do virtually whatever he pleases.

Yae similarly confirms just how hands-off Ei wishes to be. To the point that she won't even fight him despite all the trouble he caused for the nation. The fact that Yae would kill her " son " in secret and without remorse is a separate matter I won't get into. ( Though it makes me wonder if Ei would even be sad if this were to have happened with how casually Yae says this ). But it does speak for how even she doesn't view him as Ei's kid but still just a creation. Still just a puppet. Heck, she doesn't even call him by " he " like she does at the end of the AQ but by " IT ".

All that said, going back to the matter of AUs and Ei's ability to be a mother, it leads me to believe that at best she would have other people raise him. ( Nannies, house staff, maybe homeschool teachers ). And at worst she would be a neglectful parent. She's just too busy to do it herself and probably doesn't even know where she'd start. Without a doubt, he would have to take mandatory lessons and classes that keep to their culture and tradition, but otherwise she isn't too privy to what he does or likes. She wouldn't bother getting involved in anything unless it happened that he had failing grades or was getting in trouble. Additionally, because of her allowing him to do whatever he wants in canon, she may even become one of those parents that covers up the trouble their kids cause. Their relationship is quite strained as a result and while he would still regard her as his mother, he wouldn't regard her as someone who loves or cares about him, much less understands him.

But he does crave to be loved. Best shown by the feather being present in his Wanderer design.

The fact that he still carries it with him shows that it STILL means something to him. Even more importantly, it shows that he's held onto it all these centuries and will continue to do so despite never receiving any insight to Ei's true intentions and despite all memory of himself being literally written out of history. Because that feather was the one kindness he KNOWS she afforded him. It was a symbol that offered him protection by showing his relation to the Shogun, and it was a token that allowed him to request an audience with her. Though it failed him in the end, he still kept it. The only gift he ever received from his mother. One he will continue to hold close.

#➤ hcs: dewdrops of time / scara #➤ ooc: i've forgotten who i am #believe it or not i had more to say #but i took a break and lost it #so i just tried to wrap it up at the end lmao

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

Mikitaka hazekura yandere alphabet

Tw: nsfw content, non con elements, medical equipment, heat

Affection — how do they show their love and affection?

His love language is something I like to call labors of love. He's willing to do anything to make darlings day to day life better. Cooking, cleaning, running a bath, giving massages etc.

Blood — how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He never resorts to violence, doesn't have a reason to. If he needs someone out of the picture he has non lethal means, maybe he had an ability or device that can hypnotize or manipulate memories.

Cruelty — how would they treat their darling once abducted?

He nurses his darling. Part learning about human biology, part genuine care. He makes sure darling won't have to lift a finger. He also periodically runs a few tests on darling to make sure they're healthy and sends the data to his people.

Darling — aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He can get very frisky during his heat cycle, he can have sex at any point in time but when he's in heat he can barely control himself. He does try to put some precautions in place to avoid anything from happening but it never works.

Exposed — how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He's not very vulnerable. He's an overly observant individual. Quick to figure out if darling is trying to use his love against him.

Fight — how would they feel if their darling fought back?

He's hurt but he tries his best to diasculate the situation. He gives darling some space when they become confrontational. If they still do not calm down he'll perhaps sedate them.

Game — is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He does have an odd fascination with watching darlings escapades. Sometimes he'll disguise himself and leave a clear escape point and watch how darling goes about their attempt.

Hell — what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Probably the first time he had his way with darling. Being strapped up to a strange chair. Covered in extraterrestrial monitoring equipment, having needles prodded in their arms. He tries to talk his darling through everything , that all the medical equipment is to help monitor them so they are safe but it only scares them more. The can't have and sedative, pain killer or aphrodisiac while it's happening so he knows their physical limits.

Ideals — what kind of future do they have in mind for their darling?

He hopes that him and his darling can be an example of unionship between his kind and theirs. Besides that he wants to have a lot of children with them if it's possible.

Jealousy — do they get jealous? How do they handle it?

At first he's not jealous but after consuming a fair amount of human media he begins to understand human courtship. The idea of human partnership and sensuality makes him worry about other people trying to swoon them. He begin to disguise himself as objects in their bag and stalks them day to day.

Kisses — how do they act around or with their darling?

He's alway soft spoken and reassuring. He's never raised his voice at his darling. He alway gives something to darling or helps them with daily tasks. Also very physically affectionate.

Love letters — how would they go about approaching their darling?

He's very friendly, introduces himself formally and gives darling a small gift which is a custom of his people when formally greeting one another. He's honest and tells you he's an intergalactic pilot who is surveying earth as a potential home for his people. They laugh believing it's a joke or he's a bit too fond of star trek.

Mask — are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really, he's mostly the same. At times though he can come off a little perverse.

Naughty — how would they punish their darling?

He refuses to let them leave the house, if they need to go to work he'll visit the manager and get them to file paid leave. If family is visiting he'll tell them that they have a fever and that it's best if they leave them alone for a bit. If police get called because a family member, friend or colleague become suspicious he'll convince them that nothing is happening.

Oppression — how many rights would they take away from their darling?

If he imprisons darling then they'll have no contact with others. If he's in heat then there is no negotiating with him.

Patience — how patient are they with their darling?

He's extremely patient, he prefers to observe and will have minimal involvement in most situations. After all he does have to keep a low profile. Hypnotism is an option but only if necessary.

Quite — if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He would be instantly looking for them if they escaped. It won't take long to find them as he could use the people around the clue him in as to where they may have gone. He would be distraught if his darling died, he could move on with his life but couldn't love again.

Regret — would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling?

No he's doing them a favor. They won't have to work again in his care. He also has to use darling to help with his studies on human for his people.

Stigma — what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

I think his kind breeds for life and he never found a partner on his home planet as well as some miscommunication. Perhaps darling gives him something or does something innocent that his kind considers a form of courtship and he takes it as a sign of romantic attraction.

Tears — how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He doesn't like seeing his darling distressed and tries to make the feel better but there are times he has to run tests on them, he tries to comfort them. Explaining everything step by step to calm them down.

Unique — would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

No violence or aggression what so ever. Also the fact he also uses darling as a study on humans.

Vice — what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

I don't think there is a way of exploiting his weaknesses. He's quick to pick up on darlings mode and can tell very easily whether darling’s words and actions are genuine or faked.

Wit’s end — would they ever hurt their darling?

Only in medical situations such as using syringes or other objects. Even still he's cooing and reassuring darling the whole time.

Xoanon — how much would they revere or worship their darling?

He loves them so much. He dots on them a lot and always makes sure they're provided for.

Yearn — how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He can wait for a long time for them, he doesn't necessarily snap but his heat can cause him to act out on his feelings way sooner then he intended.

Zenith — would they ever break their darling?

Yes, he figuratively kills darling with kindness. Through all of the breeding, all of the medical experiments and through all of the isolating he still remains calm and soft spoken. Even if darling trusted someone and told them what was going on he would know and erase that from their memories or even turn them against darling and be waiting for them to come crying back to him. In the end he's the one in control of their life now. Eventually they will cave in.

#yandere jjba #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere headcannons #yandere Mikitaka