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MURDER DRONES FANS HOW ARE WE FEELING TODAY ‼️
FIRST WE MIGHT BE GETTING FERAL N
BUT NOW NORI AND YEVA?????
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Hi! I hope ur having a good time. Sorry, for the phrasing, English is not my first language hehe (｡>\\<) btw i really like ur writing! u keep them in character and also ur amazing at writing fluff ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ can I please ask for a gojo fluff where he realizes reader always wanted to have a small boyfriend to like call him baby boy to sit on her lap and spoil him and stuff and then gojo goes apeshit like trying to sit on her with his long ass limbs trying to be a babyboy idk hehehe anyways tysm
"I'm your baby boy, right?"
GOJO さとる + fem!reader
Satoru thinks he's smaller than he actually is, and tries curl up on you like a cat.
Note : hey hey! srry i took so long to write this omggg it got lost in my drafts. but!! it's such a sweet idea thank u for sending it in!! big beefy satoru trying to make himself ur small boy is a thought that gave me life 💗😖 and thank u so much for ur kind words it means a lot!!
Satoru tries to curl up on you as if he's a little cat.
But he's not.
Ah, but he really thinks he is sometimes.
And he wants to be a little cat to you, not a big burly man or a strong intimidating menace but just a small, soft, delicate thing to be held and touched and pampered with love and care.
It makes you laugh, as you listen to him grunting and struggling to position himself on your lap and get those long limbs in order — it's one of the funniest sights; a big boy trying to box himself up like he's not 6'3 with broad-shoulders 'n thick arms 'n long spider-like legs.
"Do you think you're a cat or something?"
"Yes." he grins dumbly, balancing precariously on you as you sit. Then he sees your smile and slips off. "—oopsfuck!" he falls, gets up, acts it off, then tries again.
In bed, he wiggles down the sheets so his head is level with your chest. He wraps his arms around your middle, arches his back, and encases you between his legs. He clings to your body on his side like that, and snuggles his cheek on your chest as if it's his rightful pillow, the place where he belongs.
"Play with my hair, please?" he mumbles with pouty lips.
He smiles to himself when you fulfil his request.
Feeling both your warmth and your fingers stroking lovingly through his hair makes him drowsy. And when he's drowsy, he mumbles mental notes like "we need to buy orange juice tomorrow..." as he falls asleep.
His grip slackens as he falls asleep. In the middle of the night, he'll wake up and look at you with that puffy pouty sleepy face of his and stare for a moment, appreciating you, before tightening his embrace on your body and returning to slumber.
When he wakes up the next morning with you, he makes the same request; "Play with my hair." but with a raspy voice.
While you do so, he groaningly complains about having had nightmares all night.
"I keep dreamin' about saving the world 'n failing... but it's fine. I wake up and you're right here. So nothin' to worry about. Doesn't matter if I fail if I still have you."
He's so happy to be getting spoiled and pampered by you while curling his body up as small as possible. Happy that he has someone he doesn't have to be big and strong around. Someone who he can be a baby boy around.
Sometimes he's resting on your chest in the mornings in silence, when suddenly he rears his head up and asks "I'm your baby boy, right? Say it, please."
"Mhm. You're my baby boy, Satoru. Don't worry."
"Mm yay." he smiles to himself and resumes resting on you, his white hair tickling under your chin. "Say it again, please. Just keep saying it."
So you do, you say it repeatedly and it sounds like a soft lullaby to him. He falls back asleep with his ear pressed to your heartbeat, and feels a safe warmness in his chest.
"Oh." he startles out of his shallow sleep, "We need to buy orange juice, don't we?"
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clouded judgment / clear mind
Joel Miller x f!Reader
Summary: it was a long time since Joel had felt a maddening rage like this, but he weren't about to let anyone who dares to hurt you get away with it (based on this ask)
Tags: Joel goes apeshit, angst, a bit of comfort at the end, established relationship, protective Joel (REALLY protective lmao), basically he goes feral
Warnings: uh. VERY graphic descriptions of violence (I'm not good at writing action sequences but it is graphic), swearing, kinda torturing 😬
Word count: 4.5K
A/N: this one was really challenging, but i hope yall will like what i came up with :) i really didn't expect it to be so difficult to write buuut i tried to focus on the "giving-his-brother-nightmares" side of Joel and i think i succeeded. anyway !!! happy reading ❤️
He should have never left you alone.
Which was a ridiculous thought, of course, because how are you supposed to patrol efficiently if the other person refuses to leave your side even for a moment? Besides, he didn’t want you to think he didn’t trust you – he saw multiple times what you were capable of first-hand and he knew you were able to take care of yourself.
He put it forward once – to not split up and patrol the same area within the eyeshot of each other. You sent him a crooked smile at that, saying something about him being a little too overprotective before you gave him a kiss and went on your merry way, leaving him alone and slightly annoyed (but with a faint, stupid grin on his face).
So he tried to rein in this ‘overprotectiveness’ you mentioned. He never brought it up again, even though a cold shiver ran up his spine every time he lost sight of you beyond the safe walls of Jackson. Each time you two went on a patrol, he had to take a second to calm down and remind himself this is not one of his dreams when he loses you.
That’s why at first, when he heard your voice screaming his name from a distance, he wasn’t sure if it was really happening.
The instinct, however, kicked in the next second and he rushed back to where he saw you last, to the interior of a resort around which he was scouting. This was supposed to be one of the safest options for patrolling – no one ever saw any signs of life here besides occasional infected, and Joel was never that worried when you went inside alone to check the place.
He had a feeling his cautious (he really didn’t want to call it ‘overprotective’) nature was gonna become a nuisance again after this incident.
The goddamn downpour outside made listening for any noises aggravatingly difficult. Joel yelled for you, but he didn’t hear any answer and the driving rain beating against the windows of the resort absorbed all the sounds.
He made his way inside the building and up the stairs when he noticed your hat lying discarded against the wall. A wave of ice-cold dread washed over him. The stairway was dark but even with the little light he had he could see a couple of wet, almost black droplets on the dirty floor.
What he felt next reminded him of falling asleep – his shoulders relaxed and from head to toe a cool, silent equilibrium crept over him. Joel gripped his rifle firmly and pushed on soundlessly. It didn’t seem like you were stabbed or shot – there would be much more blood present – but you were hurt. Someone must’ve laid in wait to ambush you, and now…
It didn’t matter. Whoever it was, they made a grave mistake.
Joel reached the second floor, listening intently for any clues as to where you might be or how many people are in the building with him, but he didn’t even have to check the rooms one by one. A faint light, which couldn't have been left by the previous patrol, was spilling out from underneath the doors at the far end of the corridor . He did consider the possibility that it was a decoy and your attacker was hiding in one of the other rooms, but the closer he got to the sliver of light on the dusty floor, and the more doors he passed, it became clear that whoever got you, they weren’t that cunning.
And then he heard it. A sound of a blow from the other side of the door, and then a strangled cry.
It was you. Your voice.
Joel took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and kicked the door open, bursting into the room with his rifle held high – only to find himself surrounded by six men, five of whom were holding him at gunpoint.
The sixth one, a ragged-looking blond, stood over you and the second he saw Joel, he grabbed you by the hair and pressed a knife against your neck, making both you and Joel freeze.
“You’re from this town nearby, right?” asked the man with a heavy accent Joel couldn’t place. “The one that fucking shoots off any newcomers.”
Joel didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at this man. All he could see was your bruised and battered face and the blood running freely from your – probably broken – nose and down your chin. You had a black eye and a split brow, but your gaze was sharp and alert when you looked back at him.
He felt like his insides were boiling.
“Hey, dickhead!” the leader of the group yelled, gripping your hair tighter and making you hiss in pain. “You deaf or something?”
Joel finally managed to take his eyes off you – your blood and your bruises, and the concealed fear on your face – and glared at the man standing over you. His jaw was clenched and nostrils flaring, but he quickly collected himself. He couldn’t let his emotions get the better of him when you were in danger.
He lifted his hands slowly, showing that he was no threat to them. The thug tilted his head at one of his friends.
“Put down your gun and slide it over.”
Joel watched you following his movements with your eyes as he carefully put his rifle down and kicked it in the direction of one of the men. The blond holding the knife nodded twice.
“Now. You two are from the town, aren’tcha?”
“Let her go,” said Joel, trying to remain calm and not use – quoting Ellie – his ‘asshole voice’. “Then we’ll talk.”
The man shook his head and chuckled.
“Oh, no, no.” He pressed the blade harder against your throat. “We have the upper hand here. You understand?”
The man was looking at him expectantly but Joel’s eyes were nailed on the trickle of blood now running down the column of your neck. He remembered kissing that same neck this morning and tickling it with his nose, and the thought of this fucking bastard cutting your soft skin and leaving such a mark on it made him feel like he was about to burst.
“Fine,” he ground out with his jaw set. He looked over at the leader of the group. “What do you want?”
Had any of them been smarter, they would have picked up a dangerous note in his voice. But just like he suspected, they weren’t that bright.
“You go back to your town and bring five more horses here,” said the blond. “And ammo. My buddy here,” he used his chin to point at another guy, standing behind Joel, “will tell you what kind. You try anything or come back with someone else, and I’ll slit her throat right open.”
“She will go get that shit for you and I will stay,” Joel negotiated strongly, but the leader of the group shook his head again.
“No. No way. You go and bring back everything we ask for, and I’ll let your little friend go.”
Joel’s eyes once again shifted to your form and something inside his chest twitched. You noticed it – of course you did, you were always able to read him like no one else – and tried to offer him a half smile.
“I’ll be fine, Joel,” you reassured him. “Nothing I haven’t–”
“Shut your trap!” The shorter man standing to your right yelled and raised his hand, making you flinch.
Joel could almost feel fire burning in his veins and through his skin, peeling it off his bones.
“Hey! There’s no need for that!” he said louder, taking a step forward, but the gang lifted their guns higher. He stopped and spread his arms wider. “I’ll get you the stuff you want. Just leave her alone.”
“You better hurry, then,” said the blond with a nasty smile, and Joel nodded while trying not to look too desperate. He looked at his friend. “Tell him what we need.”
Joel didn’t give a shit what they were saying – it was him who needed to think of something, and fast. He had a suspicion as to who these men were – he heard from Tommy about a larger group trying to gain entry to Jackson several times. Apparently they threatened the patrol which found them when they were denied permission to join their community. It was before Joel came to the small town for the first time with you and Ellie, but the word around was that any rogue group around this terrains wasn’t to be trusted.
And everything from the description Tommy gave him fit: ragged looks, traveling on foot, low on ammunition.
While one of the men listed what kind of guns they had and how much supplies they wanted, a motion in Joel’s field of vision caught his attention and his eyes darted to you – or more specifically, to your left hand.
You stared right back at him, moving your fingers slightly so the others didn’t notice.
N… O… A… M…
No ammo.
None? That’s probably why the one standing next to you wasn’t holding you at gunpoint but with a knife to the throat. The rest of them must’ve had their pistols drawn just for show. Joel had no idea how you figured it out, but a thought struck him and he surveyed the members of the group. He remembered which one held onto his rifle, but you were armed, too…
As if reading his mind, your fingers started to twitch again the second he looked back at you.
U... Left… B, E, H, I…
Suddenly the man to your right bowed over you again and punched you square in the stomach, knocking the wind out of you.
“Fucking bitch,” he snarled with contempt and glared back at Joel. “No funny games, you hear me? You come back with a gun or anyone else, and I won’t hesitate to fucking kill her, man.”
Joel’s heart was pounding in his chest. All he could see was your face contorted in pain, all he could hear were your coughs and grunts.
Two of the men came forward – the one on his left had a loaded gun from what you managed to convey to him in sign language – and pushed him towards the exit. Joel shifted his icy stare at the man standing next to him, and then at the two situated near you.
They were all going to die.
When he gets back, he’s going to kill every one last of them, and he’s going to enjoy it immensely.
Joel sent you one last look before turning around and slowly walking out of the room with both men close behind, pointing their guns (and only one of them loaded) at him.
It was going to be alright. He had a stirring of a plan and when he comes back, maybe with Tommy or someone else…
You gasped and coughed again behind his back after the sound of another punch.
Joel came to a dead stop, not registering the gun barrel digging into his back, and he felt like his jaw was going to snap if he kept clenching it like that.
You murmured something he didn’t quite catch and Joel turned his head slightly just in time to see the short man kicking you in the ribs and your form lying on the wooden floor, spitting out blood…
“You think you’re so clever, huh? I swear to fucking god, if you pull something like that again…”
Joel didn’t even let the man finish.
In a split second he elbowed the man behind him, grabbing his hand holding the gun – the one they took from you – and shooting the blond standing over you. He fell backwards and the knife fell out of his grip. Taking out the guy Joel grappled with was embarrassingly easy, and once he had a good grip on the pistol belonging to you, he spun around to face the other thug with his gun, standing on the opposite side of the room.
The ragged man fired at him, but Joel didn’t even need to duck, for the bullet missed him by half a meter at least. The man was lying dead soon after, shot twice in the head, and the remaining three took out their weapons, ready for a fight.
None of them reached for Joel’s rifle, lying under their friend’s corpse.
“That’s even better,” he murmured to himself, unloading the gun and throwing it against the far wall.
If looks could kill, they’d already be lying on the ground and writhing in agony. But Joel was more than happy to do it himself. And with his bare hands.
He strode with confidence to the nearest man who swung a machete at him. Joel avoided the attack and pushed him back, quickly darting to the side and decking the other man coming at him.
A sharp pain ripped through his body from the back of his arm when the third thug cut through his clothes. Joel blocked the second strike and twisted the opponent's arm, applying so much pressure that the bone in the forearm snapped and the man’s scream pierced the air.
He lurched back to dodge the machete aimed at his neck and picked up a knife dropped by the previous guy. He surged forward, driving the blade into the thigh of his current attacker, which made the other man lose his balance. Their friend, the last one still unharmed, managed to punch Joel’s jaw, making something crack and reverberate inside his skull, but he only wiped the blood from his face.
When the last thug came closer, Joel used his own momentum and grabbed the back of his skull, bringing the guy's face down onto his own knee. After that his movements were practically automatic when he grabbed the dazed man from behind and broke his neck in a swift motion.
Breathing heavily, he made his way to the first man he knocked out and took your gun from, picking up the machete en route. That son of a bitch wasn’t even conscious, but it didn’t stop Joel from bringing the weapon down and through his head.
The next one was the bastard with the broken arm, but his screams quickly died away when he, too, received a deep and lethal wound from Joel – this time aimed at his chest, almost cutting it open.
Your yelp ripped through the roar of blood in his ears and Joel turned around just in time to see the blond he shot in the shoulder sitting on top of you, trying to stab you with his knife. You managed to dodge it and before that idiot could try again, Joel came up to you both, grabbed the man’s hair and all but threw him off of you and onto the floor.
The blond was still holding the weapon in his hand, but didn’t get another chance to use it – with all his strength Joel brought the heel of his heavy boot down on the injured man's fingers. The man screamed when the satisfying crunch of the bones in his hand breaking echoed throughout the room and Joel couldn't hide a smirk.
He deserved it. All of them deserved it.
He again saw before his eyes the way this motherfucker kicked you and how his friend threatened to cut your throat. Again he saw red.
“You piece of shit,” Joel whispered, still blinded by rage, and gave the man a taste of his own medicine by kicking him in the stomach as hard as he could. The bastard coughed and yelled in pain but it wasn’t enough.
Joel’s focus was sharp and clear when he stood over the battered and bleeding man, staring down at him with hatred. He thought the blond tried to say something – his lips were certainly moving – but he didn’t concern himself with any begging or threats the thug had to offer. Instead he gripped the front of his sweater and punched him in the jaw, letting the limp body fall to the floor and relishing in the sounds of his curses, his grunts of pain, his blood dripping onto the floor…
Not enough.
Joel did that several more times – grabbing the idiot’s clothes, hair, whatever – to pull him up and hit him in the jaw, temple, nose and wherever else his fist landed. The face of the man was bloodied and he was barely conscious at this point and still all Joel could see was the look of sadistic glee on this man's face after finding an excuse to hurt you.
Joel didn’t have much strength anymore, but he ignored the biting pain from the cut on his arm and the raw wounds on his bloody knuckles, and straddled the lying man. The survival instinct must've kicked in and the blond started to tussle, reaching with his not-broken fingers to Joel’s face, scratching his brow and cheek.
And just like the glee he saw in the thug’s eyes earlier, Joel was more than happy that he gave him an excuse – and an idea – how to hurt him more.
“I saw how you looked at her,” he said in a low tone to the unlucky man, holding his left arm in place with his knee and pressing his own thumb to that fucker's swollen eye. “You like hearin’ people screamin’ in pain? Because I just know this is going to bring me great joy.”
Blood was flowing from under Joel’s finger and down his hand when he gouged the blond’s eye out and the man was shrieking. He was writhing and struggling under Joel's weight, and his voice became guttural and hoarse soon after when the dark blood started to flood his mouth. Joel pulled his hand away, panting heavily, and soaked in the suffering of that bastard whose face now resembled a smashed, bloody goo.
Not enough.
It was unfortunate that the blond was the only one left Joel could take it out on, but he couldn’t find any compassion in himself at the moment. So he punched him again, staining the floor with the scumbug's blood.
And again.
And again.
And again.
“Joel.”
Joel turned around sharply, grasping the thug’s knife. He could still feel rage churning inside of him and he was breathing heavily, trying to contain the fury filling him without screaming out loud. His hands were covered in blood – not his – and he subconsciously knew that the man lying motionlessly under him was long since dead, his face completely destroyed, but he wished that son of a bitch was still alive so that he could feel the suffering Joel longed to inflict upon him.
Everything because he hurt you.
You…
The ringing in his ears stopped suddenly and the knife fell out of his hand when he ran up to where you were still lying on the floor. You were curled up on your side with your arms wrapped protectively around your stomach and your face twisted in pain.
Joel’s breathing got quicker, now for an entirely different reason, when he noticed that the cut on your neck was bigger than he originally thought, and still bleeding. Your face was bruised and he knew your whole torso will probably turn green and purple soon, too.
“Oh, babygirl,” he whispered tenderly, his trembling hands hovering above your body, but not touching it. “It’s…” It’s alright, he wanted to say. Or maybe, where does it hurt the most?
He had trouble finding his voice, though. In his fury he completely forgot that you were still here and in need of his help.
You took a deep breath and turned your head ever so slightly to look at him in the corner of your eye. A sad smile appeared on your face.
“Hi, Joel.”
Joel breathed in. Out. In again.
For fuck’s sake, what was he thinking?
He quickly wiped the blood of the people he killed on his pants and cursed at himself mentally.
“Hi, darlin’,” he murmured in response, focusing back on you. “You’re gonna be alright. How are you feeling?”
“I think I might have a broken rib or two,” you breathed while Joel pulled out a clean piece of cloth he carried in his jacket for cases like this one and pressed it against the cut on the side of your neck. You winced and he felt a pang of pain in his own chest.
“Can I check?”
You let go of your stomach with a strangled gasp. Joel started to gently feel your torso, trying to discern if he could feel any broken bones or signs of internal bleeding. He kept his touch as delicate as he could, not wanting to hurt you even more, or worse – scare you.
He couldn’t stop his hands from shaking, though, no matter how much he tried to calm his breathing. He wished he could hold you as securely as he held his gun, with a quiet heart and sharp focus, but the fear of accidentally hurting you made his fingertips recoil at times.
Although you two knew each other for years now, you were never a witness to this cruel side of him. You knew about it, of course, of horrible things he’s done before he got to Boston and met you. A couple of times you even saw with your own eyes snippets of these primary emotions of fear or anger overtaking Joel’s mind and body.
But never like that. Never with such ferocity, hatred and satisfaction from hurting those who did the same to you.
He just really didn’t want you to be afraid of him. You were so precious to him and often he thought those brutal hands of his, which he knew were guilty of inflicting unimaginable pain and suffering, weren't worthy of touching someone who in his eyes was so delicate and pure.
But it never stopped you from seeking his touch, and although Joel could be stubborn and tough at times, he didn’t have it in himself to ever refuse you anything – even when he knew better.
That was always the case. His judgment and mind were clouded when it came to you.
“I don’t think anythin’ is broken,” he finally said in a quiet voice, cupping your cheek gingerly and turning your head to look at it better. “But the nose probably is. How did it happen?”
“They jumped out on me in the hallway,” you answered, not meeting his eyes while he gently touched the base of your nose. Then you looked to the window against which the still pouring rain was beating. “One of them punched me when I shouted for you. I thought you might have not heard me.”
“I heard you,” he murmured and sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. You came for me pretty quickly, so–”
“Not that. M’sorry you had to see… this.”
To that, you didn't say anything. Joel felt his heart clenching on itself and almost stopping from the wave of terror that washed over him.
His treacherous mind was rushing him to defend his actions or make excuses – because if he doesn’t, if it turns out you’re scared of him and the things he’s capable of…
You might leave him. And if you leave, Joel won’t survive that.
But he didn’t give in to those cruel thoughts and silenced the voice in his head.
“I’d do it again,” he said quietly, making you lift your head. “In a heartbeat. I’m really sorry you had to see that, darlin’, but I… just know I’d never hurt you. And if I can help it, no one else will either.”
“Hey.” Your knuckles brushed his cheek and you looked at him with sad eyes. “You don’t need to explain yourself. I know you did it to protect me.”
“I wanted them to suffer,” he continued as if you didn’t say anything, but at the same time he soaked in the feeling of your soft touch on his face. “I don’t know how much you saw–”
“Joel.” You sat up with a wince after interrupting him, and your gaze turned sharp. “Why are you telling me this?”
Even though the bloody, battered mess that he made of the blond man seemed to push itself into Joel’s field of vision, he refused to look away from you.
“‘Cause you need to know. I feel like I’d be lyin’ to you if I didn’t explain that it wasn’t an accident or a one-time thing,” he answered, his eyes flickering from your neck to your face, and down to his own stained hands. “Couldn’t think of anythin’ else after I saw you like that, on the ground and…”
“Listen to me.” You took his head firmly in your hands and your gaze was unwavering – like you wanted to make sure that your every word will reach the depths of his soul. “I’ll say it again: you don’t need to explain. I get why you did that. And don’t even think you’re gonna drive me away because of that.”
You knew him too well. Sometimes it was slightly annoying, sometimes even scary.
This time, however, it felt reassuring.
You looked to the side where the body of his last victim lay, and Joel grimaced, gently touching the edge of your jaw and tilting it back to him. “Don’t look,” he whispered, realizing with surprise, as well as a horrible lump in his throat, that he felt almost ashamed.
Your bright eyes met his again and he briefly wondered if your gaze always was so scrutinizing.
“I’m not scared of you,” you said sternly, like always knowing what was going on in his head. “I'm not, so stop thinking that.” You shook him by the arm a little and when he didn’t answer, the corner of your lips tugged upwards in a teasing manner. “I’ve seen you multiple times in the morning. I know you’re secretly a big softie.”
Joel really didn’t deserve this kind of kindness and understanding from you. That didn’t stop him from craving it, though.
He didn't say anything – just leaned in and kissed your cheek tenderly, lingering there for a moment but paying attention not to brush your nose. You exhaled and closed your eyes, your eyelashes tickling his skin, and he decided not to drag this conversation on any longer.
“Come ‘ere, sweetheart. I’ll help you up.”
He stood up and held out his hand. It was rough and covered in blood, but even after you saw what he did to those men and heard their screams, you didn’t hesitate to take it.
“Joel,” you said gravely after standing up. There was no trace of your previous smile on your face. “If you were the one in danger, I’d do the same thing.”
You were looking at him expectantly, clearly waiting for an answer, and after a couple of seconds he nodded slightly. Apparently it was good enough for you, because you just squeezed his hand and tugged him after you and out of the room.
Joel didn’t know if he believed you.
But your words made him feel calmer and cleared his clouded mind nonetheless.
#joel miller x reader#joel miller x y/n#the last of us#pedro pascal x reader#joel miller x you#joel tlou#pedro pascal#joel miller#tlou hbo#the last of us fanfiction
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Eldritch Horror!Reader HC
'Cause I have no self control.
Warnings: Feral Reader, Body Horror, References to Reader acting Animalistic, Teratophilia (Relatively SFW)
EH!Reader was originally quite and unassuming, but slowly got more and more feral as time went along. Hey, if the humans are allowed to go apeshit and overblot, then why can’t they do the same???
Gonna keep their true form as vague as possible as to allow more creative freedom. Bu~ut EH!Reader is able to shapeshift by essentially splitting their flesh open and having their insides become their outsides (think sort of like how the demogorgon’s head works). They’re true form is not fleshy nor does it resemble a humans. They’re much bigger and are barely humanoid.
They can also unhinge their jaw and swallow things whole, have sharp teeth and claws, has inhuman strength, speed and endurance, and can typically brush off major attacked. Their organs also can shift, so damage to them doesn’t appose much of a risk since they can just self-heal in a way.
Most of the beastmen, fae, and merfolk students could sense something was off about them, but were never quite able to put their finger on it. Leona and Ruggie just shrugged it off, more so on Leona’s end. Jack didn’t want to come off as invasive and just chalked it up to them not originating from TWST. The Tweels were curious, especially Floyd, and could subtly pick up their bad aura. Azul would never admit it, but he felt threatened by them upon first meeting and reconsidered making a deal in fear of unforeseen repercussions. Malleus and Lilia knew right off the bat something wasn’t right, but like Jack, chalked it up to them not being from this world. And Sebek, poor baby’s senses couldn’t fully pick up on them not being human due to only being half fae, and kicks himself for not being better at protecting Malleus from possible threats.
As mentioned above, as time goes along and EH!Reader becomes more comfortable around the others, they become more feral and affectionate. Hugging, cuddling, rubbing up against, and creating this deep, low rumble sound akin to a purr (it’s not, but Ace is convinced it is). They can be pretty aggressive with their affection sometimes, pushing down someone and getting on top of them like a demandful cat. *Side eyes Leona*
But EH!Reader’s favorite form of affection is the most terrifying because they just straight up unhinge their jaw and gently naws on the head of their target friend. It’s like a weird form of kiss. They especially love doing this with ADeuce and the other 1st years. Most don’t like it because EH!Reader is like a fucking beartrap and could easily bite their heads off why would anyone like this??? Vil especially hates it because it has ruined his hair and makeup, so now he’s constantly on guard incase the prefect decides to surprise attack him like the menace they are.
Speaking of which, Vil isn’t too fond of EH!Reader, but they sure do like him. Kind of. Pre-overblot, they hated him due to making Epel cry. During overblot, EH!Reader revealed their true form for the first time so they could punch Vil. And post-overblot, they now like him. He smells nice and gives them poisoned apples as treats.
Yes, the eldritch creature can eat poisoned apples. The poison gives it its zest and they like the crunch.
Ace: Hey guys, check this out.
Everyone: ?
Ace, holding an apple in his palm: Y/N, look, treat!
EH!Reader: !!! *Opens maw and tongue immediately shoots out and grabs the apple, then swallows it whole*
Everyone, horrified: wth
Speaking of nawing on things, they want to nom on Azul’s tentacles like a chew toy after seeing his overblot form. Azul’s previous discomfort has now been upgraded to legit fear. He actively avoids the abomination for his own safety.
EH!Reader loves to playwrestle with Floyd since the eel doesn’t hold back and can, surprisingly, hold his own against them. If Jade joins, even better. If Floyd is in his merform, great, at least Floyd lets them nom on his tail. If both twins are in their merform and roughhousing with them, they are one happy little eldritch beast.
Also, nearly lost it the first time they saw Jamil breakdance ‘cause like, it has the same energy as roughhousing, but without the violence, and that’s just so cool? They can’t dance like he can, but will move their body just as aggressively if not more so. Jamil just takes it as a challenge and goes hard.
Screaming matches with the Heartslabyul flamingos. One called them a bitch and they weren’t gonna take that lying down.
EH!Reader is banned from participating in the Bean Fest ‘cause it doesn’t take a genius to realize how much of a bad idea that is. Do not let the literal eldritch creature hunt other students for sport. Just don’t.
Speaking of hunting. Rook. EH!Reader does not like him. He’s invasive, stalks people, and purposefully provokes non-human students for his own personal gain. Does not like being viewed as prey by some annoying mortal and hurled this blond, French bitch across the training field after getting too close to their gaping maw while they were yawning.
To answer the pressing question: Could EH!Reader take on Lilia or even Malleus? The answer: Yes, but only if magic wasn’t involved. Just because they’re an interdimensional eldritch abomination with the strength of a demigod, doesn’t mean they can combat literal magic. Like, the whole reason Malleus is so powerful is due to his magic abilities, so he could easily use some spell to restrain and overpower them if need be.
Not like Malleus would do that anyway because holy Great Seven, they’re his bffl and the two go on night walks and EH!Reader is openly affectionate with this touch-starved dragon. Little creature even grabbed his horns and forcefully pulled him down so they could sniff at them before giving him their special form of “kiss.”
Surprisingly, is mostly well behaved for the professors, specifically Crewel. It took a while for the others to start noticing just how receptive they are towards Crewel’s weird form of appraisal/scolding. Apparently getting called a “Good pup!” and receiving headpats is a quick way to get them to behave.
Disclaimer: Don’t actually treat EH!Reader like an animal or pet. They will bite you. And not in the friendly way.
Fiercely protective of their friends and will not hesitate to maul someone or something that dares to harm them. They even nearly killed an assassin who attempted to kill Kalim when the two of them snuck away from Jamil to hang out. Jamil now occasionally lets EH!Reader watch over Kalim so he can have a break.
Everyone: The ghost bride won’t accept anyone as her groom and she keeps slapping us! What are we to do?!
EH!Reader: I can devour her if ya want.
Everyone: What.
EH!Reader: What.
Whenever they’re in a new environment or meet a new person, they sniff everything. And not just a simple sniff where you take two whiffs and move on, I mean they will go around smelling any and everything for a good while to really take it all in. Partially this is to become familiar with everything and to rule out any dangers, but it’s also because they like the smell of certain things. Like mentioned above, they like how Vil smells, but also enjoys Trey, Cater, ADeuce, Lilia, Sam, Kalim, Idia, Ruggie, and even Grim’s scent as well.
EH!Reader: *Smelling a bookcase*
Ace: Ohh, getting a good sniff in, eh Y/N?
Deuce: They’ve been smelling that bookcase for nearly 30 minutes...
Ace: Eh, they’re just taking it all in.
Think this little creature only smells things? Wrong. EH!Reader also scents things and people using these glands on their face (similar to how cats do). Once they’re comfortable with the person and trust them enough, they’ll rub their face against them in order to scent or “mark” them. Each person has a unique scent to them and EH!Reader does that as a form of identification. Nobody can smell it but them.
NPC Student: Ah, w-what are they doing?
Deuce: Oh, don’t worry, they’re just scenting you.
NPC Student: S-scenting???
Deuce: Yeah, it’s kind of a way for them to identify you, like a marker. Don’t worry, they do it to people they like.
If it were not for the laws of this land, EH!Reader would have slaughtered Crowley by now.
Actually, it’s probably best never to let them near anyone who’s wronged their friends... *Side eyes Riddle, Jamil, and Leona’s Families*
#Twisted Wonderland#TWST#GN!Reader#fuck this got long#Once again I am not tagging every character because it's long and I'm lazy#maybe later idk
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The Only Men Not Afraid Of Death | Alejandro Vargas x m!reader
@guardkeywolf asked: American! Male Reader X Alejandro Vargas
(I know, crazy right? Perveen please don't freak 😭 🤚)
If possible....Married too?
And like Alejandro finds Him after like YEARS since he's been kidnapped
(also dude's a soldier too and like HELLA scary)
and Alejandro is just like
"Fuck, I've missed you!"
Because he really thought he was gone forever and they just have a cute moment together and Alejandro just does NOT leave his side until he knows he's physically ok himself
(like dude's just been locked up but not harmed or anything)
Also like the second Male Reader gets out, he just goes APESHIT on the guys that took him away from his lover and just massacring their forces....
So yeah...
That's the thing...
Lol
summary: it's supposed to be a simple job, but when Alejandro realises that the man he's loved for so many years is there, it complicates things a little bit.
tws: violence, blood, swearing, mentions of guns & gun violence, mentions of drugs (v brief & vague)
author's note: the reader isn't American. that's it.
It was meant to be a simple job, just cleaning out some narcos den and ensuring that all civilians had been rescued and brought back, with Alejandro and Rodolfo leading the way and, along the way, keeping track of everything that they found; guns, dogs, drugs. It was all noted down, and when the shooting started, Alejandro was quick to find somewhere secure while he signalled for backup; the narcos had returned, clearly to grab their shit and make a run for it, but had not expected the Los Vaqueros to show up. They were panicked, but then they were running from a single spot, continuously looking back at it as if Alejandro and his team weren't even there. He heard a word that made his chest hollow, made his ring finger sting and itch as all breath left him.
"Gurkha!"
Before he could even think, Alejandro bolted towards the commotion, easily finding cover near a room with no door, only thick iron bars and what looked like the opening to a cage, and he gawked; behind those steel bars, was a man he thought he had lost so very long ago. The narcos fled, the coast was clear, and Alejandro dared to press himself up against the bars as he stared at you.
"(y/n)?"
You turned around, grinning and rushing to the bars when you saw him, reaching through them to grab his hand as tears came to your eyes. "Jaanu..."
He was stunned, ever since he had lost you, he thought he would never hear that word uttered again, and as he stared at your dirty and worn uniform, the Gurkha badge on your arm, he couldn't even believe it; his heart was pounding, mouth dry as he simply stared at you. For so many years, he had thought that you were dead, he even went to Kohalpur to tell your family how sorry he was, how guilty he felt; they didn't seem so worried, telling him that the only men afraid of death were either liars or Gurkhas. Telling him the age-old motto: Kathar hunnu bhanda marnu ramro. He wanted to smile, thinking how they were right, but then he looked at you, and he frowned; he needed to get you out.
"Wait here," he told you softly, waiting for you to let go before he darted off, searching bodies to find the key to get you out, his hands shaking. The last time his hands shook was during your nikkah.
He found it, and rushed back, opening the cage and stepping inside, immediately wrapping his arms around you and burying his face against the side of your neck; he dared to switch to Nepali, for your sake. "Fuck, I've missed you!"
"I missed you, too," you muttered, only embracing him for a moment before you pulled away. You gently pushed his chin with your knuckles, smiling. "I need my Kukri... you wait here, I'll be back."
Alejandro didn't want to leave you, following behind when you left the cell and keeping his gun at the ready; he stood over you while you grabbed your blade, but struggled to keep up when you ran off. Gurkhas were tough, he knew that, he knew that there was a reason why the saying went that only Gurkhas told the truth about not being afraid of death, but he was worried; he had no idea what had happened to you, other than the fact that you had been captured all those years ago, he wanted to make sure that you were at least not in pain. Gurkhas were tough, but not invincible.
He stayed close when he caught up to you, recoiling when he pinned a man to the ground and slit his throat with that blade, only to do it to the next one without even missing a beat; it was methodical, apathetic, it was war. Alejandro had seen it before, it was war. Alejandro didn't think he would be so glad to see an eighteen inch curved blade in his life, even if he was a little taken back when you used both hands to strike at one of the narcos, and took their head off of their shoulders without even blinking.
Gurkhas were feared around the world for good reason, and Alejandro could see it now; you didn't stop until the last one was down, panting heavily as you wiped blood from your face, letting it smear across your features. Eyes wide and wild. Blood trickling off of the edge of your blade as you stared out at the open area.
"(y/n)," Alejandro put his gun down, letting it rest at his back, the strap digging into his already tight chest, as he gently reached for your hand, wiping his thumb across your bloodied knuckles. He had to think of the words when he thought about how to ask in Nepali. "Are you okay?"
You nodded, giving him a curt nod as you cleared your throat. "Kathar hunnu bhanda marnu ramro."
He wanted to smile, licking his lips as he gestured for you to follow him. "You're missing your hat, Gurkha."
"I know," you murmured. "Fucking bastards took it."
"I have your spare at home," he told you. "I kept it on the doorframe for you, amor."
You smiled, still holding onto his hand tightly as you allowed him to lead you through the compound through to where the medics and doctors were waiting for any wounded. "Jaanu?"
"It's okay," Alejandro said softly, prompting you towards the medics. "I'm not leaving your side."
You nodded, letting go of his hand and frowning as you approached the medics; you heard Alejandro talk to them in Spanish, nodding along and even correcting him when he got a detail wrong. But he didn't leave your side, practically stuck to you as he allowed the medics to look you over; the only thing they found was a single acne spot on your left shoulder. Alejandro didn't believe them, and the second he had you in his car, letting you sit in the back with the boot doors open, he was checking you over, hands roaming over your body as he muttered in a mix of Spanish and Nepali - but then you laughed, and gently grabbed his wrists, knowing that he would understand when you spoke in Nepali.
"My love, I'm fine. Honestly. It takes more than a few years of imprisonment by a few cunts to take a Gurkha down."
Alejandro smiled, kissing your forehead. "I'm sorry, amor, but I want to make sure... I thought you'd died."
You shook your head, running a hand through his hair as you chuckled softly. "Do you have that little faith in your own husband?"
He scoffed quietly, daring to sit beside you, resting his head on your shoulder as he took your hand once more, noticing that your wedding band had become ever so slightly dull and scratched. "What did they do to you?"
"Not a lot," you admitted. "Mostly asked for information... I don't think they knew how hard it is to break a Gurkha, though."
Alejandro hummed. "I kept everything the way it way when you left... your prayer mat is in the cupboard in the kitchen now, though. Rodolfo helped to make it so that it had its own space."
"Thank you," you said softly. "Y'know, I never stopped thinking about you... we have a lot of lost time to make up for."
He nodded in agreement, sniffling as he swallowed thickly. "I thought I'd lost you forever... I kept crying when I heard Zanjeero Se."
"Bloodywood made you cry?" You asked softly, and when he nodded again, you let go of his hand in order to gently press yours to the side of his head, moving your thumb up and down ever so gently. "You found me, jaanu... you don't have to think you lost me anymore. Your husband's back."
"I went to see your family," he started, "they thought you'd be fine... they were right."
"Yeah, they were," you admitted softly. "Did you at least celebrate Ramadan with them?"
"I did," Alejandro told you gently. "Eid, too... it wasn't the same without you, though, amor. It really wasn't."
"I'll be there next year," you dared to kiss his head. "And the year after... unless I'm deployed."
Alejandro sighed, letting a comfortable silence drape over you both like a warm blanket on a cold winter morning, cuddled into your side as he tried his best to hold back the tears; he was grateful to have you back, to be held by you again, to be able to stop missing you. But more than that, he was joyful. He had his husband back, he had his Gurkha back, and for that, he didn't want to stop being joyful. He knew Allah had been watching him that day. The famous quote echoed in his head for a moment, and he grinned.
"lf a man says he is not afraid of dying, he is either lying or he is a Gurkha."
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٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰Hell ofa Ride٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰
✰⋆⁺ warnings: crack(!) I'm mean full on (!) moxxie's pov(!) cussing(!) like some real vulgar things(!) singing(!) reader is aro/ace coded if u squint(!) Moxie being a theater kid(!) guns(!) blood(!) y/n is being used (😱)(!) gore(!) I probably gotta go to church after this-(!)
✰⋆⁺Maybe I just want to loose my mind, or possibly vent. Arentcha tired of bein nice? dontcha just wanna go apeshit?
✰⋆⁺ You may have been afraid before, but you aren't anymore. LETS FUCK SHIT UP!!! I wonder what caused you to snap? Better yet, how do we put you back together? hell if I know 🤷🏾♀️.
On the news Katie Killjoy announced:
"Welcome back to the news!!"
"Yes- and here we are! My name is-" Tom suddenly got pushed out of his seat.
"No one gives a shit you pussyfart!!" Katie lashed out, with her arm stretched out to Tom's direction.
"On this cockblocked day we have the weakest shit you can find! Nothing more than a shooting at Straight Pride Square!!" (I wonder who the hell named that) "Take a look!" she said, as the camera zoomed in on reader and Blitzø shooting up a candy store, stealing a many treats as they could.
The camera zoomed even more on (Y/N)'s face to show how hard they were laughing. The TV turned off.
"Oh dear! What's going on with them? They're usually so kept together- and, you know, peaceful! dare I say shy!" Millie had walked in the room, bringing a cup to her lips as her brows furrowed in concern.
"Id blame the boss" Moxxie says, "I'll be back honey" He sighed as he stood up and walked to the door.
"Love you Mox! Don't die ❤️" Millie cheered!
"actually do it fatty" Loona demanded.
And he was off! into Imp city he goes! Adventurous as he was, Moxxie did have to admit he was feeling some fear,
'but not onto the brink of cowardice!', Moxxie recited in his head. His finger erected (hehe) into the air as he thought to himself,
"I gotta keep moving!" The thought of finding his shy friend filled him with determination. Moxxie marched on forward, head up and feet dodging and sidestepping nasty liquids!
The walk was getting a bit boring- so why not sing a little improv?
I save dick by giving it cpr~
let's watch-
HOLY SHIT! A car zoomed past him at Max speed! phew! that was close...-!
*POW POW POW*
Dear Satan? is that-!?
*more gun sounds*
Unholy cow, it is!!!
"(Y/N)???!?!"
The demon was on a shooting spree, gunning left and right everywhere they could.
"Oh, hey Pussy 😁👋" They replied back, swinging the machine gun around. Moxxie brought his hands up immediately.
"T-thats n-not my-" *GUH GUH GUH GUH (please pretend these are gunshots) * "-name.." The imp cowered out.
"Don't give a fuck🙄. Anyways- look at what Blitzø taught me 🤪" (Y/N) said as they brought the bazooka to the sky, spinning in a circle as she kills off atleast 30 flying creatures.
"um- (Y/N)? w-we should probablygobacktotheofficebeforesomethingbad-"
*BOW BOW BOW*
The new gun they had sent powerful sounds, as well as blows, to anyone in a mile radius. Their hair flew back as the impact from the gun expelled as much air as the reader pleased.
"Uhhhh- yea, imma go-"
"OH NO YOU DOING YOU MAN WHORE! COME AND GET SOME ACTION!!!" Blitzø suddenly arrived, throwing a few shotguns at the poor man. *BANG BANG BANG*
"YEA 🤩 GET IN ON THIS ACTION 😝😝(PAUSE)" The reader added on, getting a double homicide as a couple died by their will.
"yo ass fat gurl! lemme get a piece" someone in the background, who definitely doesn't matter, slid unattractively. Man, where did he come from?.
It didn't really matter, they were gonna die anyway. You then mumbled to yourself in irritation, noticing you missed a shot to that cannibalistic grandma you hate.
"Damn hag...Also- to whoever said that, your mom's a hoe 😌" They said, instantly piercing a bullet into the exact person who said that. His body fell from a roof with a splat, with some of the blood landing on Mox's face.
so that's where he was hiding. huh.
"YEAH, THATS THE SPIRIT (Y/N)!!!" Blitzo yelled as he strategically headshot 10 people in a row. He threw a few more bags of ammo at you, to which you caught, as he cackled and crankled at the chaos surrounding this part of the city.
"so, why are we killing people? I mean- we weren't payed for it, so-" *POW* Moxie just barely missed the opportunity to duck as a thick bullet slightly grazed his striped horns.
"SAY SOMETHING ELSE MOX POX 😡😡I DARE YOU 🥸🫵 SAY ANOTHER WORD AND YOU GONNA SEE A NEW LIGHT, AND YO WIFE IS GONNA SEE A NEW SPOUSE 😏😼😼" You shouted, pointing your weapon at him and thrusting your hips at the air.
"But I thought you were-!?" A gun from the background aggressively clicks. "I- ok..." Moxie fearfully replied, getting the dirty work done before he lost the love of his life as well as his own.
bullets pierced the air, as well as bodies, into the red sky, and onto the deep red ground. no one was safe from the reader's wrath. which is ironic because they're in the pride ring.
A few hours later, the 2 imps and the demon finally started their treck on home. that is if you can count shaking in a petrified way while being carried by your boss as walking.
Moxie started to theorize on why you had such a change in behavior, especially one like this! Did you have stinkmeaner's essence within you? were you perhaps a relative of the hateful spirit??? Have you unlocked something truly destructive to this hell???
And somehow you figured out how to speak with emojis? What the hell!!? That's a theory for another day.
Because that's just a theory. He couldn't prove anything even if he wanted to- Heck, Lucifer himself wouldn't even believe his words!
Man, it was a helluva ride. A ride Moxie never wanted to go on again.
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Piggy backing off of the idea that Yves may of been born rich. That ask about his favorite foods also gives a new perspective to this idea as well.
Like we know that him trying the caviar wasn’t about the caviar itself but more so what it represents. Like the idea that he’s finally sitting (figuratively) at the same table as the people who were abusing him and consuming the same things they do. There’s a chance that he never even have such things even in his early childhood.
Like perhaps his parent(s) never allowed him to consume luxurious things despite the wealth or kept it away from him as punishment. Like he was constantly around it, but was never allowed to consume it. But was still forced to confirm to higher echelon etiquette because “you will not embarrass me”. That in itself would be a major mindfuck.
Perhaps he was literally locked away from guests for being “different” and mostly observed how his family and other blue bloods interacted with each other (this could possibly also be an origin point for his obsessively keen observance and mental documentation skills) and was only let out once in a while to not raise suspicion before eventually being thrown out or sent to a conversion camp which sent him on his initial spiral downward.
Those r just my ideas and thoughts though. What do u fink
U have such delicious thougts n ideas and i fink u r sexy for it
Yes that is true, Yves wouldn't care to let his kids try new foods, he would just feed them things that has all the nutrients to survive, but probably not the flavour to keep their sanity intact
Like id love to imagine Yves as this toxic almond mom whos ONLY that way to his kids, he doesnt have to be outwardly like mean about it but his aura that he emanates is disapproving when his kids eat something other than boiled chicken breast, rice and broccoli(and they dont wanna get into the deprivation sensory chamber again) like rmemever this guy counts calories like a cheapskate with money and went thru a fuckton of eating disorders
And he got them from his parents, so definitely he wasnt allowed to eat them fuckin caviars n scallops but he was allowed to ogle at them
But ykno i described yves as being super dumb a lot when he was young, so it naturally comes with the intense meekness and he was definitely a massive doormat due to his parents abuse
Holy shit anon u do raise a good point, his view on children is exactly like how his parents see offsprings, a tool to better their reputation at best, a parasite that needs extermination at worst. So if he doesn't act right into the duster closet he goes, but mostly he is quiet and obedient, blending well into the bluebloods.
However though, when he starts experimenting and liking more feminine things, getting caught happily twirling around in his mother's dress and playing with her expensive makeup... they go apeshit, berating him and beating the life out of him
Then just sent him to a horrific conversion camp, but i was thinking of like he didnt esxape from his family from there, like he was shipped back to his parents all traumatized then continued a couple more years acting hetero before being booted out to the curb
Still not sure how i wanna establish his entire lore tho, like i had an idea of reincarnation n shit for the main reason as to why he loved you so unconditionally, but that like doesnt fit the frame of storytelling that i want yet, im gonna focus on the present yves and keep his past a mystery for now
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere oc#yandere male#yandere concept#oc yves#tw yandere#yandere x you#yandere oc x reader#male yandere oc x reader
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Actually, XBC3 Future Redeemed Spoilers Under here to do with something noted in one of the last cutscenes/people's misinterpretations
I think the big beef about why the Pneuma/Logos cores still being around/semi-sentient enough to "help out" is a lot because it wasn't explained, but I think a lot of people are missing a few points.
Obvs bc of my brand I gotta come in and defend Logos against the Moebius allegations before I get into everything else, but a big argument about how he and Pneuma being even remotely present "just perpetuates the xenoblade 2 feud" actually misses something mentioned. Whether Logos inhabits N's Sword or his Sword's sheath specifically, I think we are forgetting:
Z actually has no clue where it came from.
If it were to be moebius specific, he would know about it and how it came to be and so on and so forth. But he doesn't. He actively comments on how it's weird that N has it and wonders How He Got Ahold Of It. But he also Acknowledges Who/What It Is with his comment on Origin being home to "those who are as gods" in reference to the sword. Again, if it were a Moebius product, Z would know about it and how it got into people's hands. Even in the main game when Noah manifests it, X is irritated with both him AND N because the sword's existence is an inconvenience to every Moebius worth their salt.
Obviously that doesn't explain jack shit about HOW it happened. But Somehow N is running amok with the "Sword of the End" aka the Endbringer himself doctor sex (Malos/Logos), and Z is not exactly pleased but mot exactly troubled by it because it isn't actively bothering him yet. How did it come to be? Is it tied to the sword or the sheath considering N was toting around a Lucky Seven of his own prior to the Agnus Castle incident? who knows. My personal theory is that the same thing happened to Logos that happened to what i THINK happened with Pneuma.
The situation with Pneuma is...a bit more complicated, because of the ending of xenoblade 2, moreso than with Logos. We would presume both Pneuma and Malos were destroyed, but that wouldn't explain Mythra and Pyra's existence beyond that point. This goes more into what little we know about blade anatomy and how the Trinity Processor Cores of Logos and Pneuma interface with them. Seeing as they intake data, record it, and output it, it's very likely that Pneuma did a bit of a black box when handing Pyra and Mythra off to Rex. She took them, their essence, and just kinda yote it into their own vessels. Like a backup. They probably no longer had the ability of an Aegis, and I doubt they were more flesh- or blade-eater than they were mortal. That in and of itself doesn't get explained much, but I'm inclined to think the Pyra and Mythra that stay behind lived normal human lifespans.
I dont know what happened to Pyra and Mythra, but I do think that Pneuma was at least partially damaged. The aegis cores aka the Trinity Processor don't exactly respond to things the same way the average blade does. It's possible that while damaged, at least Pneuma was more intact than Logos was after XBC2.
I assume what happened is they were procured by someone (likely Nia) and kept safe as weaponry, because there's no way either of them would be fully functional as Trinity Processor cores (think: youve got 3 flash drives but only 1 of them is being recognized ik this analogy sucks its the best i got rn). Thats part of why Ontos goes apeshit and reverts to Alpha, after all.
Ontos has to do all of the problemsolving and decisionmaking that Pneuma and Logos did originally. The Alpha we meet is probably the aspect of Ontos specifically responsible for the creation of the separate worlds in the first place.
BUT, Back on the topic of the two other Processors and WTF is up with them. I dont think either of them were fully destroyed, it's likely they just returned to dormant states with no extant "avatars." So they couldn't just pop out of their cores and wander about and probably still even now can't yet, but they are probably still sentient and conscious, intaking info about the world. It's also shown they CAN heal each other, it's possible that if given enough time in Origin (considering it's an extension of Ontos) they'd just finish healing themselves and beat Ontos' ass as is their preordained purpose. But Again, given that Malos/Logos talked to Pneuma at the end of XBC2, I can only assume they're primarily non-functional and just kinda. sitting around for a bit inside their funny computer homes.
We know Lucky Seven is a Melia/Riki construct specifically and thats it's own can of worms, but I like to think Logos allied himself with N/Noah because he knew exactly what their end goal was but thats bc im a Malos Good Ending Truther. I originally personally thought that perhaps Noah's sheath/glove was Pneuma's doing, and the Sword of Origin was primarily Logos (and was just being held back by Noah's refusal to hurt people), but I'm hearing a lot about Pneuma being responsible for maintaining the Ouroboros stones, so if that's the case she's the one in charge of maintaining that power and the gauntlet is just Rule of Cool, and Origin metal is just something they can interface with because it's an extension of Ontos (currently by A/Alvis depending on the chosen gender presentation of the day, with Shulk and Rex taking the place of the other two Processors for a while to help out).
Although...Even though Lucky Seven and Ouroboros and such are metaphysical concepts given form, I'm inclined to just say outright that the sword itself is Logos simply bc it does monado arts oooo spooky.
But yeah. TLDR: Logos isnt allied with the Moebius he is strictly tied to N/Noah (although whether he's lucky seven or SPECIFICALLY the Origin Blade/When it Does Monado Shit) Pneuma is tied to either Noah's gauntlets or the ouroboros stones as a whole (although I believe the former rather than the latter bc its cooler imo), and they're used not only to beat Alpha back into place as Was Their Job in the DLC, but their job is to help finish up what Rex Shulk and co. started in making sure the worlds reunite. Also Noah is in for a rude awakening when he meets the inlaws and Mythra and Malos obliterate him for launching them into the ocean ok bye
#I Am. Extremelt Full Of Thoughtd Sorry#If This Isnt Comprehensible IDK What To Say my phone tried to die twice#as i was typing this#anyways im a Malos redemption arc truther so i like to imagine Noah is the equivalent of his driver but thsts like. me being lame#xenoblade chronicles 2#xenoblade chronicles 3#xenoblade chronicles#xenoblade chronicles 3 future redeemed#xbc3 spoilers#malos (xbc2)#mythra (xbc2)#alvis (xbc)#xbc3#if you have more words or things to back me up on this tho#or screenshots n such. lmk/add them! i just hope the readmore doesnt rb eithout the readmore. this is a long one#i need to clarify i consider the seord of the end/origin to just be the same thing. theres no elaboration saying they arent but
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Hello may I please ask for headcanons for poly demon bros reacting to mc’s friend saying this to them:
Friend 1: We need you to kill some demons
Friend 2: They made MC cry
Also, have this
A/N: Someone needs to check on the ideas guy at Reeses
TW: Various types of torture and possibly ooc demonic brothers, not proofread
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Lucifer
W h o ?
Is trying to keep calm inside but you can clearly tell he’s about to whoop some demons asses
When he finds them, he will be sure to give them a fright and hang them in the underground tomb so they become play toys for Cerberus
Honestly, what were those demons thinking? The brothers made it obvious that they loved this human and anyone who hurt or insult them probably won’t live another day
He’ll call MC to his room and if they are still noticeably sad (whether through the pact or their expression) he’ll offer words of comfort and whatever they feel comfortable with, whether that would be cuddling or watching some cheesy human movie
He just wants to see MC happy
If they are fine by then, he’ll still ask if they are okay and listen if it’s still bothering them
Lucifer will make some tea, give it to MC and send them back to their room
Perhaps he should check on Cerberus’ chew toys...
Mammon
Freaks the fuck out after hearing that his favourite human was probably hurt and crying
Is not having any demons shit when it comes to MC
First thing he does is asks for the demon’s descriptions and get his crows to keep and eye on them, while he goes to MC
He’ll spoil the shit out of them if they are still sad, be it with encouragement, jewels, money, affection, whatever they want
Mammon will ask in his own way if they are okay if they look fine, he needs to know just so they aren’t bottling shit up
After checking up on MC, he’ll play a little.. game with the demons
A game of cat and mouse
And well.. He isn’t the speediest of the brothers for nothing..
Leviathan
Mans is gonna probably waterboard these demons
How dare those idiots offend his Henry?!
I wouldn’t say his rage matched Satan’s rage but whoo boy was it up there
And that says a lot for a normally anxious as fuck otaku
Oh yea, when I said “probably waterboard these demons” I meant he commands Lotan to go search for them and does actually waterboard them
After he had calmed down enough, he goes to MC to check on them
Levi isn’t the best at comforting people, but if they are still visibly sad or even crying, he’ll start to rant about the various games he wants them to play, secretly hoping it’s enough to get their mind off those demons who hurt them
If they look okay, he will drag them to his room to play games and shyly ask if they are okay
Levi doesn’t want to put them on the spot but he just wants to make sure they are 100% okay
Satan
He’s literally the Avatar of Wrath, do you not expect him to go apeshit?
It’s more like a tea kettle filled with scorching hot water boiling over all over the floor
First thing he does is go to make sure MC is okay, they are his priority
If he stumbles across them still crying, he will muster up the collectiveness he had lost and goes to comfort them
If he sees them calm and not crying their eyes out, he leaves, trusting that they are okay but planning on checking in on them later
Much like Mammon, his way of.. torture is a cat and mouse game, just a lot more psychologically and physically damaging..
Once he finds these unfortunate demons and he’s tired of the game, he rips them apart.
He later goes to clean himself off and read a book with the human
Asmodeus
Oh they just royally screwed up
Of course, he is dearly worried for MC so he goes to check on them first
It doesn’t matter if they are crying or not, he is giving them a spa day and affection
Once Asmo is done drowning MC in attention, he finds the demons through Devilgram It just makes it so easy to~
He casually approaches them and without much issues, lures them into an alleyway and jabs them both with his poisonous tail
All that is heard is his laughter as they fall to the ground and slowly succumb to the venom
He happily walks away after a job well done and goes to MC again
The Twins
The both of them are dearly worried, so while Belphie suggests they go straight to murdering, Beel suggests they go check on MC
The younger agrees and they both go to make sure MC is alright
If they happen to bottling it up, they probably won’t get away with it for long with these two giving them puppy dog eyes
Other than that, they both give MC affection
Belphie lulls MC to sleep with peaceful dreams and while he was tempted to sleep as well, he was fueled with pure vengeance
And so, they both go out and fairly easily find them with the help of the friends who reported this at first
Beel stops them in an alley with his imposing appearance while Belphie seeps into their minds and gives them realistic torture nightmares
..Which soon become real as Beel crushes their limbs with ease
After that whole fiasco, the twins go back home after a job well done
#obey me shall we date#obey me! lucifer#obey me! mammon#obey me! leviathan#obey me! satan#obey me! asmodeus#obey me! beelzebub#obey me! belphegor#obey me! twins#obey me! mc#cw: torture#demonic brothers#request#not proofread
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A lil head-canon (tho this is mostly applied on a AU I created) I have of N and probably one of my favorites,is that Uzi and N bond to the point they become inseparable and would do anything for eachother.
So if someone ever hurts Uzi severely in a psychological way or physical way,my boi will go feral on the perpetrator.
He will go full on berserk,feral,apeshit,no thoughts just *insert doom music here*.
It doesn’t matter if you are god or satan,or a scientist who can cure any illness,or Eldritch J.
He will annihilate you. Somehow…
Praying or begging for mercy is pointless,just pray this man will kill you in the fastest way possible (which depending the situation,you will either die in seconds or you will die in the slowest way possible)
This drone will rip you from limb to limb,rip your body open,crush your head on the ground and gauge your organs out. Your body will look so fucked up not even god will recognize you.
He will be so violent and cruel to the point that V,out of everyone is terrified (probably along side Eldritch J).
He basically goes:
N: “I have only met Uzi for 2 days but if anything happens to her I will kill everyone in this room and then myself”
Uzi: “Thanks N” :)
#serial designation n#n murder drones#murder drones uzi#uzi doorman#n md#uzi md#murder drones n#murder drones uzi doorman#murder drones#i just love protective brother n lol
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If funky guys had become paladins of voltron which one would be in which Lion?
back in the VERY early days of this whole au(like. buddys-name-was-still-ryou early) i wanted to base every clones personality/character on a diffrent lion.... but over time it slowly stopped fitting their personalities and i kinda abandoned the concept lol. though you can still see some remnants of that in . certain design choices...
going back to this concept after uhhh two years?? i think? was definetely interesting! all the characters changed WILDLY since then and i tried to re-assign the lions to fit the changes........ it was surprisingly hard
i couldnt for the life of me decide in a few cases, so instead im just gonna give the most suitable options lol
tashi & soup - im putting these two together beacuse- and i have NO IDEA how that would work- theyre copiloting the black lion! they function the best as a duo and separating them would NOT be a good idea in a situation as stressful and complicated as piloting voltron. they barely manage to keep everyone alive on a good day... also picking only one of the two as The Leader just feels wrong
buddy, ideally, would like to stay as FAR AWAY from voltron as psyhically possible, thank you very much- but nothing in this cruel world is ideal, so they get the red lion:) i actually have this whole story idea where basically stickbug ""goes rouge""(like. some sort of 'sleeper agent mode' left over by haggar gets activated by accident??) and runs away to do some evil shit so buddy goes after him(on a whim)(alone)(without telling the others) and while searching for him they bump into fUCKING VOLTRON- so they form a very uneasy truce until they find stick. and at some point buddy finds out he can pilot the red lion! its awful he hates it:/ he pilots anyway cause his loved one is in danger(this whole thing is way too complicated to talk about here lol)
i had A LOT of problems figuring out the last three..... they changed so much that i just cant rlly fit them into these categories anymore... but i tried!!
ORIGINALLY stickbug was supposed to be based on the green lion but he doesnt fit it as well anymore....... i think taks does pretty well tho! shes very bold and iquisitive and a pain in everyones ass<3 plus loves learning about diffrent planets' unique ecosystems n stuff. stick IS very curious and likes exploring so he still kinda fits? but hes not as forward as taks, so yeahhhh im very torn on this one
i have NO FUCKING CLUE what to do with blue. all three of em could propably fit there ngl....
yellow could either be taka or stickbug- taka is the youngest and the brightest, hes what brought all of them together in the first place(it takes a village to raise a child)....... buuuut hes not really a 'puts the needs of others above his own' kind of person? hes still a kid and NOT ready for that kind of responsibility. soup is an OBVIOUS choice here of course, but im not sure- honestly, the more i think about it, the more stickbug starts to feel like the best option here? ok hear me out: stickbug, for most of his life, had very little power over his life. even while with the funky guys(ESPECIALLY in the beggining, these bozos were dysfuctional as fuck) there were moments when the others would talk over him bc 'hes a kid', and even without that theres still his people pleasing problem wnich meant he often disregarded his own good to make other ppl content. so, taking this scrawny guy desperate for control over his life and putting him in the toughest, stongest, most resilient lion- basically i think he deserves to go a little apeshit. as a treat. let him wreck shit for once
honestly it kinda funny im stting here and calculating all of this like a mad man where IN THE ACTUAL SHOW the paladins switch the lions like pokemon cards
realistically speaking i think they would all trade and switch em a lot and then squabble over who gets to pilot yellow bc they ALL want to wreck shit sometimes:)
#thank you for asking!!#i know it took me a while to answer lol#but i did it!!! yippie!!!!#ask#my funky guys#i feel like i dont talk enough about how dysfunctional this family is sometimes...... they love each other and theyre working on it!! theyr#all trying!!#but after everything theyve been through OF COURSE theyre not doing well.....#no family is prefect and ESPECIALLY if they went through so much shit as these guys#i know i mostly talk about how wholesome and caring they all are(and they ARE) but that doesnt mean they dont have a lot of problems also#and thats okay. shit happens sometimes y'know? what matters is that they make the effort to change and grow#its messy and complicated and Not Fun sometimes tho- love is never easy.......#im propably going to go into more detail about the whole 'buddy teams up with voltron to get stickbug back' thing someday cause MAN i have#a ton of thoughts on that one#i dont have the energy to explain All That rn.........
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Firstly, ch. 7 of TTF, absolutely amazing! Glad me n Johnathan are on the same page 💀 like don't be shy, step on unc a lil harder 🥰. I wonder if his torture/death will be worse than mom's? I also can't wait til the rest of mc's backstory is revealed!! This chapter was intense and had me on the edge of my seat❗
Secondly, MM. I see Mr mango man is finally coming around to mc 👀. And Jackie holy shit. The jongho scene❗❗ I can only hope to one day find someone who loves me like he loves the mc, I almost actually teared up 🚶🏾♀️ https://youtube.com/shorts/IWb9uN_x-5c?feature=share
Overall, I love you a lot and thank you for sharing your amazing talents. I swear I always look forward to whatever you do!
-😼
Ooo, one more thing!! What if after a certain point in MM, you hold a poll to have like... A battle of the demon and trickster boys (HC vs MM) ? Like HC jongho vs MM jongho or HC Yeo vs MM Yeo? I think that'd be a bit interesting 👀
I meant demon vs dragon vs trickster boys* I'm sorry it's early and I am Tired™ 💀
Anyways, I hope your day, no your whole month is amazing
-😼
Oh, you BET his death will be more gruesome than that bitch!!! hehehe just you wait, someone goes a little apeshit ;)))
MR MANGO MAN OMG PERFECT LMAOOOO but yes, Mingo Mango is finally seeing the light (slowly, but surely) lol, and Jongho is just a romantic at heart - lil soft boy loves his oc very much!!
Ohhh, you mean like a "pic the best characterization?" type thing? Where you chose your favourite version of each boy in their own separate polls? Yeah, that's possible lol
Thanks so much for reading!! ❤️
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God please do write it- I'd read it throughly-
But just-
Freyr: You need to go, it's oka- what's that sound
It's Y/N. 100% ready to go on a rampage because they sure as shit aren't letting anyone hurt their husband
Like Y/N goes apeshit. It's not even funny (it is funny), Surtr doesn't even has the chance to fight back, Y/N's just wailing on him
All because they thought Freyr was in danger (and, well, he was). All of this happened because they were that afraid to loose him. They were so scared of that possibility that they picked a fight with fucking Surtr with no god damn hesitation
I just wanna protect my blorbos sometimes too 😔
Oh gosh I’m gonna do it!
The reader riding Fenri with their own weapon forged by the lady
They just take down Surtr, people don’t know who to react that they took him out but Freyr is alive and Freya breaks down because she still has her bother.
Oh my god I’m gonna do and I am loving these Blorbos! So please send me more!
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I posted 935 times in 2022
That's 935 more posts than 2021!
450 posts created (48%)
485 posts reblogged (52%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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I tagged 860 of my posts in 2022
Only 8% of my posts had no tags
#reblog - 417 posts
#original post - 335 posts
#metalocalypse - 22 posts
#lmao - 22 posts
#oof - 18 posts
#its such a wonderful life - 16 posts
#original reblog - 16 posts
#stranger things - 13 posts
#pickles the drummer - 10 posts
#metallica - 10 posts
Longest Tag: 137 characters
#this is like that episode of courage the cowardly dog where muriel gets turned into a child and she wants more cheese on her mac n cheese
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
*dantdm mod video intro plays*
top o' the mornin' to ya bros, my name is markiplier and welcome to my lovely world
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#4
me, wanting to cuddle and have a roommate in the future bc i don't like being alone:
my aroace ass who wants a house all to their self bc of growing up in a small single-wide trailer with eight people: ew no, wtf?
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#3
Humans Are Space Orcs: Venom in Humans
alright, since my most famous post is about humans and tunnel vision i bring to you: humans and their poisonous bite.
if you get bit by another human it WILL get infected. its common knowledge and due to the number of bacteria in your mouth. in fact, scientists believe that humans are developing a VENOMOUS BITE (which is basically gender euphoria to me).
with that being said, imagine a human bite being absolutely lethal to aliens.
aliens whispering about their human crewmate, knowing just how deadly they truly are and being starstruck that the human crewmate hasn't gotten aggressive with anyone and bitten someone.
alternatively: a group of aliens adopting a human as a ship pet, treating it like a exotic and relatively dangerous pet. someone breaks into the ship, trying to kill the crew. but they didn't take into account the ship has an extremely dangerous pet. only to get bit on the shoulder and soon die within the next 30 minutes.
imagine the crew not even knowing the human has a lethal bite.
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Humans Are Space Orcs: Tunnel Vision, Anger, Seeing Red, Loyalty
I was on Pinterest...bc that's something I do...when it occured to me. Humans are dangerous but loyal (said in almost every post especially the post comparing humans to pitbulls)
Imagine an alien crews reaction to their human witnessing another alien crewmate die by the hands of some other alien at a space dock or planet they landed on. The human is hunched over the body silently crying and anger is boiling.
They carefully place the crewmate's head down that was previously resting in their lap, they stand up, crack their neck, and turn towards the other crewmates.
And what they see terrifies them.
Non of them had ever seen an angry human. Especially one with a face that red.
The human pushes past them and up to the alien that killed their crewmate and goes apeshit.
There's screaming.
There's blood.
There's broken bones.
The alien that killed their crewmate is long dead but the human is still beating the shit out of them and the aliens know that enough is enough but should they step in?
Eventually, the human tires and shakily stands up before hauling themselves back over to the body of the crewmate and picking them up bridal style so they can be properly buried (in whatever way was sacred to them).
The crew watches the human board the ship holding the corpse and silently they follow.
Later when asked if okay, the human responds, "I saw red." They explain what that (and tunnel vision) is.
The aliens are absolutely terrified but understand why the human did what they did and understand they would have done it for any of them.
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Would Arcane Characters Throw Hands and Why
A/N: These are literally just to make y’all laugh. My brain is running on empty and this was the first thing to come to mind so I just rolled with it lmao
Viktor
- Doesn’t resort to physical violence cause he knows that he’d probably get his ass beat
- H o w e v e r
- He will absolutely verbally wreck someone should they ever genuinely piss him off
- Has definitely told Jayce off for fucking with the organization of his tools when he was in a bad mood
- They weren’t very organized to begin with but go off I guess-
- Also gets pissy whenever he gets jealous.
- Which isn’t often, but like
- If someone’s flirting with you and he’s literally standing right there, he’s gonna be upset
- Not with you, of course. He’ll talk it out with you once the situation is resolved
- But in the mean time, he’s gonna be as passive aggressive as possible to the person in question.
- Edit: Someone said he’d do some serious damage with his cane if he ever actually were to get into a fight and honestly, he for sure would
- Probably still tries to stay away from fights just in case though
Jayce
- Another one who doesn’t like to resort to physical violence
- However, he will do so if necessary
- And by that I mean there are two circumstances in which he will legit fight someone
- Scenario A: Someone is trying to fight someone he cares about
- Scenario B: Someone is trying to fight him
- Will try to use reason first
- If the person isn’t hearing him, he waits until the other person swings first and then knocks the mf out
Silco
- Throws hands on a semi-regular basis
- Mostly during interrogations
- Used to get into fights more often when he was younger but that was when Vander was there to help him
- Most of the time, he has the people who work for him handle his dirty work
- However, he will get physical if someone so much as looks at you the wrong way
Vi
- Ready to fight someone at the drop of a hat
- seriously
- You have to patch her up regularly
- It’s like she does it on purpose, I stg
- There are a multitude of reasons that she’ll fight someone
- Some of which include: Cat calling, name calling, and someone making a pass at you
Jinx
- Would 100% throw hands with 0 hesitation
- Goes apeshit on anyone that even thinks of hitting on you
- No one takes what’s hers 😤
- People who frequent The Last Drop have learned to keep a safe distance from you lest they get their shit rocked-
- Has threatened people with her guns several times
- If you don’t want her to do that, though, she’ll stop
- Will still threaten them but only with words
You: Baby, I thought we talked about this.
Jinx: Oh, c’mon, sugar! I just told ‘em I’d make them regret the day they were born. It was barely even a threat!
You: Jinx, no-
Mel
- Refuses to fight anyone
- As a councillor, it would cause one hell of a scandal if she were ever caught fighting someone
- Like Viktor, she fights with her words instead.
- She gets super defensive whenever someone is criticizing you
- Ready to knock them down a peg or two at a moment’s notice.
#arcane#arcane x reader#arcane x y/n#arcane x you#viktor arcane#viktor x reader#viktor x y/n#viktor x you#jayce arcane#jayce x reader#jayce talis#jayce x y/n#jayce x you#silco arcane#silco x reader#silco x y/n#silco x you#vi arcane#vi x reader#vi x you#vi x y/n#jinx arcane#jinx x reader#jinx x y/n#jinx x you#mel arcane#mel medarda#mel x reader
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dano!riddler programming headcanons
a/n: im studying to be a programmer so..... am i basing some of these off of my own habits? quite possibly
i made these because im so incredibly angry at my one assignment so projecting is my coping mechanism hahaaaa
very fast typer
double majored in accounting and data science
ed's an accountant, but he's also a good programmer so i like to think he has at least one rubber duck sitting in his apartment for when he's stumped
not that he'll admit that he's stumped but sometimes he just needs to talk out his code to... make certain everything is working right
wasn't allowed to have his own toys in the orphanage so he treasures the rubber duck
i think in general he's really possessive of his things because he was always forced to share the little he had as a kid
he's generous in what he wants to give, but if he wants to keep something you bet he'll have an iron grip on it
awful desk posture
even though he stacked his laptop up on ledger books, for whatever ungodly reason he doesn't own a separate keyboard
so he has to use his laptop keyboard, so either he has to hold up his hands in the air or he just gives up and takes the laptop off the books
his glasses are the one thing he really splurges on for himself, so blue light blocking is at the top of the list of things to get
sometimes, he wildly overthinks
hes incredibly smart so if theres even a little stumble he assumes its a difficult fix
but when it turns out to be like a misspelling or he just forgot to implement one little string, he goes apeshit
stomping around his apartment, shaking his fists at his computer
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