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thecherrygod · 1 year

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Robot hdb and mechanic/technician kim pt 2, more serious this time

@morphlingunderscore thank you for taking interest in this!!! originally i didn't have too many thoughts about it but.... Something shifted, and last night i couldn't stop thinking about it, sorry if it got a bit too long kdkdkgks i got more invested than i thought i would

Maybe he was made by Dora? As part of a prototype series of robots, i think hdb could be harrys model And maybe she even named harry just. Harry. Bc there was something about him, about how programming, that was faulty but made him special (the skills. They make him too human while not human enough) (also maybe part of his program knows he had a name but it got wiped too, and he is fixated on it, on having lost that. .... It could be kept as part of a letter in a compartment somewhere in his robotic body... Maybe even in his chest cavity... Maybe Kim finds it when having to fix something in there........ No concrete thoughts there, just a vague idea that I'm keeping here.)

At first this would be very interesting, getting herself attached to him (and i feel like it's also the thing that makes Kim so invested in him later down the line)

But. Things keep breaking, he has blackouts (maybe caused by overheating? Maybe the skills cause the overheating and/or short-circuiting?), He keeps messing up his tasks, and his system may not be fully capable of following the classic three laws of robotics all the way through. It gets exhausting, she has better projects to work on, others that can stop being prototypes, more worthy of time and resources, that will get recognition, and get her out of the place they're living in.

And so she leaves, and leaves her old lab and obsolete projects to gather dust never to be used again.

Kim, on the other hand, really just is a mechanic for the most part, but he can really work with any machine, and would know about programming and circuits and everything, having learned about this on his free time.

This interest starts properly after having moved from foster families a few times, and managing to get a mechanic to take him and teach him how it all works, getting his hands on an actual engine,tho hes always been interested even as a child, from what he could find in books.

He has his own garage now, and works on any machine you bring him, from cars to a microwave, anything that helps him pay the bills and allows him to work with things he enjoys. Also doing these kind of household appliance fixes makes him go out in search for any parts that he may need for his job, whatever's cheaper (por straight up free, of you know where to go)

I think that, like in canon, it's thanks to Kim that harry wakes up again. In this case maybe hes looking around for something and manages to shock harry in a way that his body starts right there and then? Idk too much about this kinda stuff and it's late. It could also be noise with enough vibration to make Harry's gears shift again. But as i said idk about machines I'm general nor if that makes sense/is possible)

The rest is basically this: harry helps Kim find parts, either that they can use on him or on other machines. He malfunctions more now bc both of the prevailing issues, the wipe out, and the passing of time, and Kim is willing to fix the parts he can, and understand the ones that seem to make no sense, and this, all this, new, can bring a change to Kim's monotonous life, spark something in him, also be confronted about some of his being stagnant by harry. Also the wipeout isn't a complete thing, this guy would realize Kim likes speedfreaks and would use himself as a radio to play it just to see him have a good time, for example. His skills still work with understanding humans (... Sometimes).

another way of doing this tho would be hay being made for the rcm (still Dora's creation imo). Faulty but good for all the same reasons + this robot will give you a ridiculous list of theories/keep track of evidence/of witnesses) alibis/the things that have no relation to the case you don't want him to remember but still does.

In this case one of his faults could also be in fact his memory, and it being faulty enough it had an almost full cleaning could be from people trying to delete info from it and failing. Or him doing it himself so he feels like he still has a reason for not being discarded by the rcm. And kim could still be part of the rcm but both as a mechanic and a detective, or just mechanic, or just detective on paper but with the knowledge

#my posts #disco elysium #harrykim #should get a name for the au so i can find it on my blog sldkcldkg #also!!! thank you for your interest!! and for thinking im funny lmao glad to know #... i am weak to speaking about harry and dora honestly it just captivatea me it feels important to add when i can kekvlehlw #also uhm. at the time of typing all this i didnt really see what i wrote in my own tags IFDKKSGKW something overtook me as i wrote this #so.. i hope this is kind of ehat you asked for!!!!#its the next day i added the rcm thing lmao #hdb #kim kitsuragi #dora ingerlund #also added more tags fkdkgks and the readmore bc it got a bit long oops i lovr them your honor #finally managed to proofread it also kdkgkw its 5 pm i wrote that at midnight sorry it took a while im still on a bus kgksvls #ok im poating it yet again thank you for your interest on this!!! i just think it can have a good potential #.... yeah!#... i still dont know if i proofread it properly lmao if something foesnt makes sense or anything please tell me #... or your ideas on this id love to ses other people's takes on it if anyone wants to kekgkehk #anyways!!!#you know what im editing out the readmore. look at my posts #robot hdb au #i think im gonna call it that #simple lmao #to find it in my blog later mostly

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kame-writes · 7 days

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Concerning the media overlords au:

First of all: I love it! Thank you for sharing the idea with us <33

Second: Does Alastor live in the tower with the other Vees? And does Alastor still move into the hotel? If yes, on a scale of one to absolutely how sad/pissed/jealous is Vox after receiving this info?

3. I'd like to imagine Velvette's fingers are constantly itching to get ahold of that handsome deer man, who doesn't know how to dress himself properly or trendy, and give his wardrobe an upgrade. Could you imagine this happening? (Maybe with lots of alcohol involved. So that he would at least temporarily let her experiment with his clothes. Bonus points if she is able to take picture too. Vox would obviously make himself some copies for.. private reasons...) Do you see my vision?? Can you see it??

4. Can Vox convince Alastor to do more audio features within their network? Like podcasts or interviews and the like? Or are they just screams as well? (I recently discovered a podcast about cooking, where each week they talk about one ingredient and explain a recipe with it. I think this would fit Alastor's preferences very well.. tho the ingredients might not be as commonly used now that I think about it... anyhow... now I can't stop thinking about Hannibal and Alastor hosting a food podcast.. oops.. sorry, but not really)

5. You mentioned that Husk still works in his casino, if he isn't needed. Do you have any headcanons for Niffty's whereabouts?

Anyway that's all for now! Have a lovely day/night! <33

p.s. Sorry if this ask is intrusive. For some questions it's pretty clear that I've already imagined something for myself that may or may not fit with your vision of this au. If you feel like I overstepped, feel free to ignore this or send me an alastor_fuck_u. gif :D

Im am very happy to have questions asked! You have no idea how many ideas i have and dont know what to do with xD

I'd love to see other peoples headcanons and ideas for this universe, if anyone does anything for it then please tag me so i can see ^^

This is gonna get long so I've put it under a read more

2: No one is really sure if he lives there or just works there. He HAS his own suite in the tower, but he's not always there when they go look for him, and not being able to find him is very a common occurrence, made more frustrating because he refuses to carry or awnser the mobile phone they forced on him. He hangs around in the common areas like the kitchen and living room sometimes. And if they do manage to rope him into something like a movie night its a huge hassle, because he will insist on a black and white or silent film if he HAS to engage with the tv, and Vel and Val hate those.

The whole top of the Tower is dominated by his large Radio tower though, its slightly seperated from the rest of the building, suspended above it with a staircase/ladder to enter the hatch. Valentino is usually not brave enough to check there for Alastor.

Its the same with the hotel. He does move into his own room there, but goes back and forth a lot, and doesnt have a schedule. Vox tires to pretend hes fine with it at first but often ends up the hotel to be a pain in the ass to Charlie, and getting kicked out by the staff of Alastor. Hes convinced himself that Alastor will lose interest sooner rather than later, and the others just tune out his whining at this point. No one buys it when he claims he didnt even notice Alastor was gone as soon as the Radio Demon gets back to the tower.

3: I may be planning to draw this haha He does let her dress him up ocassionally, he has a few differant suits he's approved of and kept, but does wear his original the most the time. Velvette has a line of 'Vintage chic' clothing that partly started as a way to get Alastor to agree to changing his 'ratty ass old man style' by appealing to clothes that were updated takes on his era. He still very rarely leaves the tower in anything but his own usual attire.

He does on rare occasions allow photos to be taken of him by the vees (and once, later on by charlie, under strict instructions that she keeps it to herself) but no video. And none under any circumstances are allowed on social media. He has blown up a few phones that have attempted, both the Vees and employees.

4: Alastor has agreed to be on a podcast a few times, but its rare, and only if its somehting hes really interested in talking about. It's one of the few modern things he approves of since its just a version of a radio talk show. Same with interviews, he keeps them even more extremly rare, and the mystery of the radio Demon keeps sinners in fear more than him being in the public. Vox always wants him to do more since the ratings sky rocket when Alastor features.

When Alastor has done an interview it is with his back to the camera, and sitting in a large wingbacked stupidly over the top ornate chair, that hides him from being seen, except maybe the top tuffs of his ears and antlers. And he doesnt reveal much about himself when he does. The chair is partly to hide him, and partly to stop the equitment form glitching too much. He likes to pulls faces and makes gestures deliberatly made to make Vox falter and look stupid on camera, since hes the only one who can see him in that chair.

He has teased on his own radio show that one 'lucky' sinner may get the chance to be on both a guest star on his radio broadcast AND a livestream if the mood takes. Valentino had to inform him that what he's referring to is called a snuff film

5: Niffty gets moved to the hotel pretty much full time once Alastor gets involved, Husk is a part time employee, but ends up spending less time at his casino as time goes on.

Valentino is happy Niffty is gone because she creeps him out, she ocassionally hung around his studio during work hours, especially if theyre doing a scene with 'bad boys'. Vox isn't bothered. Velvette is not happy, especially that Niffty is reduced to a maid/janitor for the hotel, and makes that very known to Alastor. Velvette loves Niffty, they are chaos sisters and work on very sketchy sounding potions together, and gang up against the boys.

Niffty is also a great seamstress herself and brings her designs to Velvette like an excited child showing off their latest art project. Almost none of these get used, but Vel has fun forcing models to parade around the studio and work in something Nifftys made, they often include bugs and bodyparts, Velvette finds this halarious.

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thisfanisgonesorry · 10 months

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Feel free to ignore this request/ Would you write spy x reader having casual sex with him verbally teasing her because of the age gap and her daddy kink 🤧

i am so fucking sorry that it took me so long but i also had NO idea how to start it, to make up for that fact, its rlly fucking long. im not really happy with it but i feel bad if i keep this in drafts any longer. its mostly rlly sweet so i hope it has enough teasing for you. heavily inspired by my heart belongs to daddy + some other songs similar to that. (btw if a hookup kisses your forehead, hes a piece of shit, its only hot when dilfs do it),

tags: smut duh, hes daddy lol so,, hookup/one night stand. age gap obviously. lightly lolita inspired so its up for interpretation if this is a felony or not. ur getting seduced because,, obviously, maybe a virgin? maybe not? kind of implied ur just inexperienced compared to him, unhappy ending oops, soft sex but he gets a little aggro, panty snatcher 9000

tbh hes hard to write dialogue for but i <3 him. (also i wrote enough dialogue for a part 2 except my brain stopped working so i had to cut it short) (beta didnt read all of it so hopefully its okay)

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“You have to admit, it’s a little exciting, no?”

“You could say that.” I grinned anxiously as he held my chin to make me look up at him.

“Not a soul can know about this, ma cherie.” He said, lightly kissing my lips. I leaned softly into his touch as he spoke. “I hope you understand.”

And deep down, it was beyond easy to tell that he meant that in more than one way, almost like he had a handful of reasons to not speak about this, for no one to find out. He could spoon feed any excuse to keep this hush hush.

“Yeah, I know.” I swallowed thickly. “You’re very handsome.”

“And you are very beautiful.” He smiled.

“Thank you.” I reached up to touch his face, though hesitated because of his mask.

“Go on.” He whispered.

He took my hand in his and placed it against his cheek, the fabric was soft and well cared for, his jawline felt sharp under the touch and I could only imagine what he properly looked like without the damn thing on. The soft fabric enticed me to stroke his cheek softly which he, after a few seconds of processing, leaned into with a soft hum, clearly interested by how much I was mesmerised by such a simple item. The way we paused for this one moment of tenderness.

“Can I take it off?”

“No.” He said somewhat sternly before softening, he stayed in thought momentarily.

My hand left his face, meeting on his shoulders and both hands trailing down the front of his suit, feeling the expensive fabric under my touch. I nodded softly in understanding, though he could sense the disappointment.

“Maybe another time, ma cherie, right now, this is for both of our safety.” His eyebrows knitted together, and it was clear to tell that he wasn’t happy about it either though, admittedly, the idea of there being another time in the future was almost exciting enough to make up for it.

“No, I understand.” I spoke, not telling the entire truth and it was somewhat evident in my voice that it was, in fact, not okay.

“I want this to be wonderful, my dear. Please don’t be upset.”

I looked around his fancy hotel room, not booked for me but it was still an honour to be invited here, the last hour and a half is a blur and all I’d rather focus on is the man over twice my age standing in front of me.

“This is wonderful.”

He smiled and wrapped his arms around my torso, pulling me close to him and taking us to a very fancy couch in the large hotel room with a faux fireplace. All we need now is a bearskin rug. We basically flopped onto the couch with little to no grace and I was almost fully prepared for whatever will come next.

A short laugh escaped both of us at the short tumble. He repositioned us to sit somewhat awkwardly with him hovering above me as he began to gently kiss and nip at my neck. I leaned against the armrest, the harsh wood pressing into my back.

“You are... heaven.” He spoke, unsure if he was using the right words as he continued to kiss my flesh softly, despite his hands being harshly digging into my hips. “You are perfection.” He whispered, trailing off slightly, losing himself in his thoughts.

“Y’think so?” I breathed.

“How does it feel to be with a man who wants you?” He lightly teased as his fingers slowly lingered off my hips and under the hem of my dress, bunching it up as his hands returned to their original place.

“It’s intoxicating.” I admitted, saying it almost too quickly.

“You are intoxicating.” He smugly smiled, pressing a strong kiss on my lips. “You like getting drunk on a man’s love.” He began to slowly analyse. God, he must be good at his job.

“Is it that obvious?”

“A little, but there’s nobody here but me and you in this big and safe room.”

I felt a little embarrassed by his comments, simply reaching up to unbutton his suit, pulling the tie loose and unbuttoning the white shirt. He shrugged off his jacket and threw it on a nearby chair, letting my hands take their sweet time on undressing him. The mask was bunched around his neck slightly, hanging somewhat loosely around his collarbones which was usually covered by the neckline of his suit.

“You just love feeling desired, don’t you?”

I stared up at him, his words bounced around in my brain like an infection as I continued to unbutton his shirt. “Yes.” I confessed, though he was already well aware.

“A beautiful girl like yourself deserves appreciation.” The way he said ‘girl’ slowly dripped off his tongue and floated in the air. He was mocking me.

“Thank you, daddy.” I acted boldly, dipping my toes in the water as I wrapped my arms loosely around him, his shirt now only halfway unbuttoned.

He froze, completely still, staring down at me with an unreadable face, and all he did for a few moments was stare with a slightly agape mouth before finally letting out a small laugh.

“That.. was a surprise. You’re really into this. You’re not afraid at all.” He spoke somewhat calmly but with a sense of condescension in his words. We both leaned closer to each other, thoughts running wild.

“C’mon, Daddy.” My lips ghosted over his, my hands trailing down his torso again and landing on his hips, he took a sharp inhale and stared down at me with his half-lidded eyes and a now clenched jaw.

“Merde.” He cursed quietly. “Don’t.”

He quietly snaked his hand around my throat loosely, not applying any pressure but more as a blank threat to stop pushing him and to distance my face slightly away from his.

“I’ll stop.” I lied through my teeth and he furrowed his eyebrows at it, knowing it to be a lie.

His lips twitched, threatening to turn into a smile though he tried to remain stone-faced as he contemplated what I deserved. He kept one hand around my throat as the other stayed glued to my hip, he began rubbing small circles with his thumb as he thought.

“You are in very experienced hands.” He finally said, leaning in to kiss me again.

“What are you gonna do?” I asked sweetly.

“What would you like me to do? What would make you happy?” He spoke slowly with a deep reverence, the way the words fell from his mouth was strangely erotic but you know what they say about french accents.

I took a moment too long to answer, so he freely slid his hands into my panties and felt his way to my clit, much faster than anyone previously. I closed my eyes softly and he could read the surprise written on my face. He began to move slowly, his mouth slightly opening as he watched me keenly.

“God.” I breathed out.

“How do you feel? Do you like being with a man instead of a boy?” He smirked slightly, moving his hand slightly faster and releasing my throat from his grasp. “You must not be used to being treated so kindly, for someone to desire you, to wish to ravish you, to enrapture.” He rambled on, enjoying the view beneath him.

“Never had anything like this before.”

“This is what a real man does. We take care of our women, make sure they’re happy.” He took a shaking breath as he watched every move I made, his hand moved from my throat to gently stroke the side of my face and pet my hair. “We make them feel beautiful, tell me, do you feel beautiful?”

“Yes, I do.” I tried to maintain eye contact and despite the slow pace, he felt really good.

“A mature man does whatever his woman wants.” He hummed. “We have big, strong arms that can hold them up. We can catch them when they fall. Do you enjoy being treated this way, little girl?”

“Yes, daddy.”

He furrowed his eyebrows sternly, despite knowing what would happen when he called me a little girl. It was so clear that it was getting under his skin in such an interesting way, one that I’ve never seen before. “Let me see you.”

I blinked momentarily at his question, which seemed more like a statement, before it clicked. “Oh, yes.” I spoke nervously as I lifted my hips for him.

He still looked mostly emotionless as he slowly peeled away the black panties and also threw it to the side which will be a bitch to find a little later. He admired it for a moment, both hands on my hips, holding me from squirming away and I felt like shrinking under his gaze. He spat harshly on the view. “Such a pretty chatte, ma petite fille.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” He smiled softly as his fingers lowered and rested right there where I needed him, threatening to dip into me, rubbing small circles around the hole. I was clenching around nothing, wanting him inside me, letting out small gasps at the feeling, and he rolled his eyes sarcastically, placing his hand over my mouth as he pushed his long fingers deep inside me. I let out a muffled moan at his actions, staring up at him wide eyed. “Don’t you dare say what you’re thinking.” He said sternly, trying very hard to dissuade me as he slowly lowered his hand, resting it gently around my throat.

I nodded at his words. “Fuck.” I whined.

“How would you like me to finger you, ma cherie?” I blinked at his question, it was unexpected to hear. He quirked an eyebrow before rolling his eyes again. “Do I need to show you?”

“Yes.” I responded, slightly embarrassed. He switched between two distinct styles then tilted his head for a response. I took a second to catch my breath and think. “Uh, second one?”

“Anything for you.” He praised as he slowly moved his incredibly and unnaturally talented fingers.

He slowly began to amp it up and I let out pitiful gasps and moans as he went to work, cold-faced besides the occasional smile which he’d try to hide. I wanted to writhe and scream against his touch, feeling electrified.

“Feels good?” He asked softly, leaning forward and kissing my forehead.

“Yeah, it feels really good.” I spoke, biting my lip to restrain myself from calling him daddy.

His free hand fell from my throat and tried to undo the buttons on his shirt but struggled due to his limitations, he withdrew his hand and stuck it in his mouth briefly before continuing to shrug off his shirt. He grinned at the sweetness before placing his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him so I was no longer awkwardly leaning against the armrest and laying flat down on the couch.

He had shallow breathing as he began to unbuckle his belt and lower his pants and boxers. I kinda took him for a briefs guy. Nonetheless, he attempted to strip himself from his remaining clothes. It was a little awkward to watch admittedly.

I ran my hands up and down his toned stomach momentarily as he shuffled his pants just low enough for him to comfortably free his erection, giving it a few languid strokes before aligning it to me.

“You’re so pretty.” He mumbled as he pushed in, slowly at first but quick to bottom out to get it over and done with. “Mon dieu, ma petite fille.”

“Ah, fuck—” I cursed out as I grabbed onto his arm harshly at the feeling.

“Hey, Y/n.” He hushed. “Shh, you’re alright.” He spoke through gritted teeth, clearly trying to restrain himself in the slightest.

I nodded. “I’m alright.” I held onto him harshly, still trying to get used to the size.

“God, you’re so warm and soft.” He panted, groaning quietly.

“Mhm. ‘m not tight?” I breathed slowly.

“You feel just like a woman should.” I clenched around him and he let out a guttural groan. “Merde, mais tu es serré, si serré.” He rambled, his hands harshly digging into my hips.

“Huh?”

His head went limp and dipped down into the crevice of my neck. “Gonna need you to relax, can’t—” He grunted. I tried to level my breathing as he placed soft kisses on my neck. “I said you’re so tight, you feel so good.”

I writhe against the couch below him, feeling the slow drag of his velvety skin, despite being slow, it was deep. His eyes were hooded as they looked down at me and I struggled to keep eye contact. “Fuck, hurts.” I groaned softly, pushing at his hips to try to relieve some of the tension.

“Désolé.” He spoke softly, still pressing soft kisses against my skin and trying to rub smooth circles into my hips. “There is nothing better than this.”

The slow drag of his cock was intoxicating, I was devoid of words as his hand softly pressed against my stomach as his thumb reached to play with my clit, the soft fabric of my dress still bunched up at my waist.

“Si vous lisez ceci, j'avais juste besoin de remplissage.”

“Feels so good, daddy.” I finally cursed out.

He grunted with a particularly harsh thrust. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and I could already sense what was about to happen.

“You’re just a little girl. I’ll treat you like one.” He spat as he littered kisses down my neck again, contrary to his words. “You have no idea what you’re doing. You’re nothing compared to an experienced, well established, refined man like me. Is that what you wanted?” He spoke, dragging out the syllables of every word that left his mouth.

“What are you gonna do, daddy?” I spoke as he looked down at me with all the willpower that was left in his body. His thrust began to pick up pace slowly as I was adjusting to him, he hovered over me, entirely naked besides the mask.

“I’m gonna show you how a man treats a woman.”

“And how am I going to go back to boys after you do?”

“You won’t.” He responded plainly but with a slight grin. “I’ll ruin you for young men. Why would you want to go back to a boy anyway? You won’t have to worry about boys.” He spoke possessively, purring at the feel of my body beneath him.

I let out a pathetic moan at the way he was speaking, feeling putty in his hands and more than willing to let this man ruin me for anyone less than experienced.

He basically growled as his pager beeped at him. “Saved by the bell.”

“Wha— Huh?” I responded in a lust-filled daze as he haltered his movements completely and gave me a moment to rejoin planet earth before he continued.

“I need to go. Work calls.”

“Oh.” I frowned, pulling his face closer to mine to kiss him properly. Admittedly, I was a little disappointed at the sudden end, though by the looks of it, so was he given that his jaw was so clenched you could practically hear teeth cracking under the pressure.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke softly, he placed one last kiss before leaving the situation entirely.

He pulled himself out and unbunched the skirt from around my waist, though we both had no idea where my panties had ended up. He began to put his suit back on slowly but equally so, he had no idea where his tie was.

“You can stay if you wish.” He said solemnly.

“Isn’t that weird?”

“No, I don’t know when I’ll be back but there’s no point letting this hotel room go to waste with no one staying in it.” He looked around. “It was quite expensive.” He whispered softly, there were teasing undertones but it was clear he was trying to convince me into staying, like this was the one service he could provide for me, despite his sudden departure.

“I don’t think I should.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back sometime in the morning, then we can get breakfast.”

“You’re gonna come back?”

“It would be rude to leave you, no?” He spoke, looking down at me while he buttoned up his shirt before slipping on his jacket and smoothing his mask below the collar. Without his tie, he left the first button undone on the white shirt and it looked enticing. “How else am I supposed to show you that boys are just a waste of time?”

“That is true. So.. You’ll see me again?” I tried to joke back with him but it hung in the air and he could sense the disappointment and hesitation.

“Yes.” He answered thickly. “I mean, I really shouldn’t but.. I seem to be unable to stop myself nonetheless.” He leant in for another kiss before hesitating and deciding to place it on the forehead instead. “The bed is very soft, ma cherie. I must insist you stay the night, at the very least.” He repeated softly.

“I’ll stay.” I nodded, unsure if I would keep my promise.

“You can order room service if you need.” He spoke again, picking up his pager and sliding it into his suit jacket. “I wish I didn’t need to go.”

“It’s okay. I understand.”

He nodded silent as he trudged through the room, he picked up his small duffel bag and did a silent salute goodbye before bending over again and picking up something from the ground and sliding it into his pocket, not that I saw what it was.

“I bid you adieu.” He spoke softly from the doorway before disappearing off into the night.

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algrenion · 4 months

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that person said you were racist on your wyll post because ppl who dont even bother to properly interact or understand his character will post the worst takes in his tag and then go "oh oops i didnt mean to be racist 🥺 i was just complaining abt the only black character that i didnt bother to learn anything about"

wyll is nothing like a tory hes self sacrificing, unspoiled and the only character who actually stands up for other groups of ppl in game (even having a line saying a disabled character is not worthless for being disabled!!) and even if you meant it as a "rich spoiled kid" way, did you really not think of the other implications of calling the only black man in the group a tory...

i get it you didnt mean to say it in any bad way but it came across that way regardless of intention especially since wyll already gets so much undeserved flack and in his own tag from people who admit they know nothing abt his character, so

Okay, I understand why the post has been received badly and in that case I’ll delete it. I don’t want to actively upset anyone.

That said I would like to add that I’m very aware of Wyll’s background and character traits and in fact I find them insanely relatable; I am also a black (albeit extremely white passing - but my connections with the black community almost entirely stem from racism I’ve experienced merely for the knowledge of me having a black father), disabled woman, and I’ve suffered pretty tremendously at times, under Tory leadership for that. I’ve even got well to do family who I’ve drifted away from — his story is extremely relatable.

I’m also very familiar with the colloquial use of the word “Tory” as a light jab, usually referring to people that sound posh. I get called it all the time by my friends, it’s ironic, we laugh about it. And I think that regardless of Wyll’s extremely positive traits and background as a character, you’d be hard pressed to deny he has the flavour of a rich kid. I think Larian purposely wrote him that way, and that’s not a bad trait, just something I find humour in. I’m not saying he is “like a Tory” in any other sense than speech and body language.

Of course, that is only my experience and my opinion. I just don’t think it’s that serious or that any racist implications were in my post.

Knowing how some people react with real bigotry toward Wyll though, sometimes at a very subconscious level, I think I’ll remove the post to avoid any doubt. Just wanted to make my intentions clear first, though it sounds like you kind of understood them anyway.

I hope I covered that okay, I just woke up and I’ve not had my pain meds yet, so

#also I disagree that Wyll is the only character who stands up for others - I think Karlach and Halsin are also very good examples for this #also I apologise for tagging - I tag posts for later access on my own blog and I sometimes forget it’s how other people find content #i just hop around oh recommended blogs

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mxescargot · 1 year

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some image IDs TBA, apologies!

re: the tags in my last reblog - have some old/abandoned art of my hornet gijinka + star wars au designs this is gonna be a long post oops first was before i figured out how i wanna dress my hk gijinkas (still kinda proud of it esp the facial expression even if i didnt wanna shade it properly lol) second is her pretty much figured out design in training clothes, plus drawings of her as a togruta jedi (i should really get back to that au i love it so much) third is an unfinished thing from like half a year ago (damn) and thats what she wears post sealing of the black egg temple generally although maybe i shouldve given her more visible bags and stuff idt she would leave Everything at her camps right

she has a rope dart because thats what her attacks remind me of most, not the proudest of how heavily i referenced the bottom pose from another artist and idt i would do that as heavily now? but something something growth

in the third design she has a magic spider silk tabard thing instead of armour (hence the silvery iridescence), i imagine it would help with the whole agility thing. capes r inconvenient but hehe Swoosh in case u couldnt tell my hk gijinkas r kinda chinese fantasy vibes??? maybe i should make her a proper like royal princess kinda design sometime ough (and redesign the tiara in the first one to be more chinese as well... hanfu hair stuff is always sick as all hell) ...also when i first posted the first one i wrote a little drabble. i was not and am still not a person who does writing ever but uh

Hornet was usually good at hiding her problems and keeping a calm demeanour. After all, she was the Daughter of Hallownest, destined to inherit an entire kingdom. Hornet knew things were getting worse for her beloved Hallownest, but she could never have imagined that her own father would destroy their home, locking himself in a dreamworld she could never access. Hornet realized she’d never see the palace again, and let her tears finally flow; there was no longer a kingdom for her to rule anyways. (Please excuse my inability to write LMAO) For clarification: the tiara on her head is imaginary and I imagine gijinka!Hornet impulsively shattering her actual tiara once she realizes Hallownest has gone past the point of no return. The phantom tiara + the Hallownest seal in the background indicates how she’ll always be royalty and cannot distance herself from her father’s legacy.

yeah

apologies for the massive wall of text but this is what tumblr is for right

#hollow knight #hollow knight gijinka #hollow knight au #hk hornet #hornet gijinka #hollow knight fanart #star wars au #im not procrastinating YOU'RE procrastinating #art #artists on tumblr #chinese artist #helix draws #helix talks #hollow knight x star wars #hollow knight fanfic #i guess #scheduling this because i definitely did not write it instead of sleeping #also yeah my brain cant image description rn (gee i wonder why) i will fix that asap

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landofgatesandconstellations · 3 years

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A weapon for a bard of life

Y’all didn’t submit enough weapon asks, I’m making my own.

The Thunderskin

This drum isn’t so much a weapon as a dangerous artifact. Strike it once and it will continue beating forever. It is possible, but very difficult to stop. There are three levels of intensity, dealing increasing amounts of damage. The bard can increase the level by striking it and, with great difficulty, can decrease the level by holding the drum against an object and moving all the vibrations into that object, usually destroying it.

The usually metal part of the drum looks to be made of bone, while the skin is definitely human/troll skin. Ew. Gross.

#what no i definitely didnt just steal that name from cultist simulator #bard of life #weapon #yes this is an invitation to write more weapon asks my desires have not been sated #sburb #bard #life #the thunderskin #yes that last tag is an invitation to anyone searching for cultist simulator stuff to join this tiny little cultn't #man these tags suck #i couldn't tag properly to save my life #oops i said y'all i must beg for forgiveness now

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goodbyelore · 5 years

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Read to Me

Series : Naruto Pairing : Kakashi/Itachi Rating : T Word Count : 1600+

Kakashi Hatake was known around Konoha for a few things...

One notable fact that caught the interest of fellow shinobi and civilian alike, was the sheer number of missions he’d completed. His career in protecting the village as a whole was remarkable, having started off at a young and exceptional age. People knew this, and trusted him as being strong and competent for it.

The mask was next, specifically the one that lay snug enough to never budge but not snug enough to define the features it hid. How someone could keep the bottom half of their face a literal mystery to the majority (save for a few service people at local eateries-) was staggering. Irritating to the more curious, but mostly a thing of gossiped intrigue.

His reading habit however, well that was a more infamous trait. While one could sing Kakashi’s praise, that collection, making colorful rotation as he continually reread the series of novels was- apparent and often regarded with a quiet look that screamed distaste. How such a well known ninja strolled around with his nose buried in an adult novel for literal years was sort of beyond the people in the village.

‘At least read it in private.’

‘Or more discreetly! He’s a shinobi isn’t he.’

‘...I just don’t understand how a person could reread the same book so many times…’

‘It’s just inappropriate!’

All common lines mumbled between people once Kakashi was out of earshot. (Or presumably out of earshot).

It was the red novel today, Icha Icha Violence, the second in the rotation. Kakashi audibly reacted with a low ‘ooo’ as a particularly heated remark is made in a scene where the leading lady has a relationship testing argument with a love interest. It’s not his favorite scene in the book though it quickly leads up to one. He had to stop himself from speed reading or skipping entire paragraphs. The build up was worth it though, it was always worth it.

He quite literally giggled to himself as he held the book somehow closer to his face, blocking it off entirely. He did it unconsciously but it absolutely served to hide any telling expressions he might be making. Despite this he could still expertly walk around any obstacles that might be in his path and tune out any judgemental stares cast at him from those he passed. Kakashi was even able to fish out his keyring, locate the correct key by the feel of it and unlock the door to his apartment, all while turning to the next page. Being able to do this, on top of being able to find his apartment while reading in the first place, was questionably impressive, possibly sad.

Just as he pushed the door open with his foot, slipping the key back into his pocket, he realized he was not alone and closed the book with a sharp ’pap’, lowering it enough just to see over the edge. In his small apartment he found one Itachi Uchiha, lounging on his back in his bed, one leg bent at the knee, serving to prop his other leg up by the ankle. Not abnormal. What was however, was the orange book Itachi was holding- reading actually. Icha Icha Paradise, the first volume in Kakashi’s favorite series.

Itachi looked over the top of the book as Kakashi had done, though now Kakashi was somewhat hastily tucking his copy into his back pocket. A quick glance told him Itachi had grabbed the book from his collection. Kakashi had never once been embarrassed by his own reading, Itachi had seen him read the series plenty, but now he felt a wave of embarrassment at the possibility of judgement. An old man pulling a face at him for reading when he past his shop never bothered him, nor did a young lady outright pulling a face, but Itachi seemingly halfway through the book made him nervous.

“Welcome back.” Itachi greeted him simply- too simply for someone who must have already gotten through the bathhouse scene where the protagonist finds herself in a private bath with two very handsome men-

Kakashi hummed, casually, as if he didn’t care. He stepped in and closed the door behind him in a similar fashion.

“I’m surprised you’re reading that.” Kakashi brought it up in a calculated step. His tone was still cool, very much so ‘no big deal’, though he wanted to ask ‘why now’ and beg him not to judge him too harshly for his taste.

“You enjoy them, it’s hard not to associate them with you. I felt like I should actually know what they say.” Itachi explained and the dread that he now would associate Kakashi with an awful book pressed him. He felt like he’d been stood there, just in the doorway, for too long. He took off his vest and set it aside so he’d be doing something- anything. One might imagine such a skilled shinobi with tons of completed missions under his belt wouldn’t be so nervous about his partner judging his reading materials.

The bed creaked a bit, it was old and Kakashi didn’t have much of a care to replace it. “Sit with me.” Itachi instructed and Kakashi glanced over his shoulder to find Itachi had made room for him. His bed also wasn’t very big. A modest full size because anything larger wouldn’t fit well in the space and anything smaller would look childish.

He sat down, almost carefully, his back against the pillows Itachi had propped upright for himself before. Kakashi felt like Itachi was sitting him down to gently break the news to him that these books were awful, cliche and in poor taste. Instead, Itachi handed him the book, open to the page he was on.

“I’m halfway through this page, at the line ‘Of course I want to see you, I need to see you’.” Itachi informed and Kakashi at first wasn’t sure what he was meant to do with that, but Itachi only laid on his side enough to face him and watched him expectantly. There was a part of Kakashi that genuinely wanted to ask Itachi to spare him- He cleared his throat and Itachi pressed a hair closer to him, his skin and clothes felt cool against the small expanse of arm Kakashi had exposed from his own rolled up sleeve.

He cleared his throat again. “Hmm… ‘Of course I want to see you, I need to see you’.” Was easy to repeat- Itachi had just said it after all with no issue.

“‘When I can’t I burn to, but when I do I burn another way-’ Her words strained with the intensity behind her need-’.” Kakashi cleared his throat again and despite himself- his face absolutely burned. This was mortifying! He’d much rather Itachi tell him the book was shit instead of making him read it out loud!

“‘-I- I can see that- and… I love- to-’.” His reading was not fluid, smothered in embarrassment. “‘Love to see you…. that- way, n-needing me-’.” He felt beyond foolish. Could he clear his throat again? Was the room this warm when he’d walked in? He hadn’t thought it was. Itachi hadn’t looked like he was sweating when he walked in but Kakashi was keenly aware that he now felt like he was.

...

After what seemed like far too long despite Kakashi seeing with his own eye that he hadn’t even come close to completing the page, Itachi sat back a bit with another creak. Just enough to see Kakashi’s face more clearly, a small smile on his own when he saw just how beet red Kakashi managed to get in reading a few lines. Despite the mask the pleading look Kakashi gave him shone through and pulled a small laugh out of him.

“I thought you’d like to read it to me.” Itachi told him, putting his hand over the book and pressing so it’d sit flat against Kakashi’s lap instead. “Maybe not though.” Itachi settled his free hand on his shoulder and leaned in again, apologetically kissing him over his mask.

Kakashi in turn let out a long, relieved breath from his nose, letting go of the book entirely to rub his hand over his face, pushing his headband up enough so it wouldn’t cover his eye at all before he settled it on Itachi’s hip.

“I’ll read to you instead.” Itachi announced oh so simply and the relieved breath Kakashi had just exhaled turned into a sharp inhale as Itachi grabbed the book from his lap and again made himself comfortable on his back. That would surely be worse! Then he would be able to hear Itachi reading something awful!

“Just don’t give anything away while I’m reading. I have my guess that she won’t end up with any of them definitively by the end of this book.”

And with that the more fearful inhale turned into a normal exhale… To say Kakashi was shocked was either an overstatement or an understatement. It was just a book- he shouldn’t be so thrown by the thought that Itachi didn’t dislike it... But it was pleasant to see Itachi wanting to get to the end- that he might like it at all.

“Sure, sure.” Kakashi let slip, in a not so cool tone as he settled in, making the bed creak one more time.

He told himself not to assume Itachi was judging him, that he neither hated it or loved it… They could just comfortably read together. As Itachi began he read with much more ease, having no issue with the wording that clearly had threatened to give Kakashi a heart attack to read outloud himself a moment ago…

Kakashi realized his actual issue would not be with Itachi hating the series and judging him for it, but enjoying his reading it a little too much… That he’d be sweating for another reason as Itachi got to more- passionate scenes that he could read in that deep and musical voice of his… Worse so that Itachi was so very perceptive.

The bed would doubtlessly creak a few more times with necessary… adjustments.

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serowotonin · 3 years

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𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐬.

basically a list of stuff im planning to post by the end of this month (february) ,,,, hopefully

edit: so didnt finish it but will hopefully finish soon...

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falling 〃 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪

― this one’s basically an hc-styled narrative thing that describes bakugou’s feelings as he falls for you,,, pretty straightforward

PROGRESS: posted

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golden days 〃 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘺𝘶𝘶𝘫𝘪

― song fic !! based off golden days by panic! at the disco... umm i dont wanna say much yet cuz i’ll prolly post it in a few days but... angst.

PROGRESS: posted

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the eigth 〃 𝘰𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘶

― seven deadly sins / seven heavenly virtues symbolism,,,, idk how else to describe it? uhh its mostly a monologue-

PROGRESS: posted

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ink flowers 〃 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝘳𝘺𝘶𝘶𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘦

― tattoo artist!y/n x flower shop worker!tanaka owowo planning on making this a series cuz why not?

PROGRESS: around 60-70%? the first part is ready to post ? altho i should prolly edit a bit but uhh imma finish writing everything before posting it,,,,

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bunnies and blushes 〃 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘻𝘶 𝘬𝘪𝘺𝘰𝘬𝘰

― smth short,,, basically u being a simp for shimizu... thats it. thats the plot.

PROGRESS: posted.

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stranded 〃 𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪

― you and ushijima are stranded together on some random ass island in the middle of nowhere.. yes. crack.

PROGRESS: 40%,,,, wrote this in my notebook but i still havent typed it up yet skjdgks

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boom boom fall in love ! 〃 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪

— smau !! aaaa dont wanna say much cuz uh secret~ but i will say MUTUAL PINING !!! CRACK !!! and slight angst? yeah im a sucker for those lol

PROGRESS: 30% ish? finished a detailed plan, profiles (which took forever omfg), and the first few parts already ~~

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until we meet again 〃 𝘰𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘶

― reincarnation au + star-crossed lovers !!! angst? yes, lots i hope am probably gonna make this a series,,, short one tho cuz i got no motivation to do a long one ksdjl

PROGRESS: ummmm 5%,,,,,,,,,, wrote like tons of little fragments just that its not yet properly structured or connected oop-

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if any of u wanna know more or wanna be tagged in any of the fics feel free to send me an ask ~

#hq x reader #bnha x reader #bnha #hq #pink.exe #wips...#c:\my_documents

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dallonm-archive · 4 years

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So I Turned Church Mud Into A Novel Lol Oops | NaNoWriMo 2020

Folks the JOURNEY I have been on in the last 3 days. I’ve been on a great albeit chaotic Church Mud high and it led to? This?

For those who don’t know, Church Mud is meant to be a ~7k words short story for my writing dissertation (and it still is). I attempted to do Draft Zero over summer, completely missed the mark, pretended it didnt exist for a month and here we are. One thing I learnt from that attempt though was that there is a much wider story to be told than what we’d see in those 7k words. Back then I was content with it only existing as a short story, not having all the parts told, because I liked the idea of Felix and Dorothy existing in this small window with a happy ending that’d otherwise be temporary. But I cannot help myself :) I met my advisor on Wednesday and reaffirmed that I’m at a really good place with this story in terms of ideas, themes and character - what’s missing was just the plot. So that’s what I’ve been working on (and killing my sleep schedule over) since, and what happened was: I realise most of my ideas wouldn’t fit the short story --> But they’d work in a novel --> So I guess I’m writing Church Mud as a novel after I graduate? --> But I kinda wanna write it now --> But I can’t --> But I want to --> Chloe your dissertation --> Hey you want more novel content? Here’s chapter titles --> God I Can’t Wait To Write This As A Novel --> Hey that thing where you write a novel in a month is happening soon...could be a...perfect excuse to...….,,,

So I had a ~revelation~ at 4am: why can’t I write it now? NaNoWriMo coincides with when I’m meant to brainstorm this story, so why don’t I take what I have and pants it as a novel, intentionally #LoseNano2020 and use what I wrote to infer what the short story will look like whilst also have a Draft Zero to work with/finish/rewrite next year? I debated if this was a good idea because it felt ~unconventional~ but I realised that a) I want to write this as a novel anyway and b) this is where I’m loving the project and that’s what matters and c) makes it feel less like uni work lol I’ve spent the all day playing around with what Church Mud The Novel would look like, and not only am I o b s s e s s e d but it also taught me? so much? about the short story? I was worried it’d get complicated but from the vague plot idea I have, I have a clear vision of Church Mud The Short Story separate from the novel, but I also see how it would fit into the novel as a chapter, and seeing where it’d fit in has really helped me figure out where it sits in the twins’ lives and so many elements I hadn’t considered before. I believe very strongly in Writers Intuition and my intuition is telling me that this is the direction I need to go with this project. My only issue is Church Mud doesn’t fit as a title for the novel at all and was never going to be the title, but I really don’t care oop, I’m not titling it until next year unless I come up with a title so good I want to change the short story as well lmao. But other than that this is working so well for me and really catalysed the momentum I already had atm for this story. I’ve also wanted to rework how I share Church Mud things here and this is a perfect way to at least for the next month, but before I ramble more lets actually talk about where the story is!

CHURCH MUD

Genre: literary fiction Setting: California (+ probably some other states? Idk I’m not American wtf is a state), 1986 POV: third person present + retrospective moments, split between twins Felix and Dorothy The Vibes: hazy summers, hot air, 3am, saltwater breeze, grainy photographs, empty roads at night, the moon blurred by clouds, arms resting out car windows, abandoned churches, telephone boxes, getting lost on purpose, cigarette smoke, dust from an old Bible Deals with: faith & the weaponization of it to control others, identity, perceptions of reality, chosen family, independence v co-dependence, free will, trauma & what it means to “let go”

CONTENT WARNINGS: religion/religious imagery (specifically Christianity), trauma, toxic relationships, inferred addiction (all updates will be tagged with these/any more specific warnings)

This is still in very early conception, in the sense of it’s existence as a novel, but it’s definitely an expansion on the ideas I had for the short story, where these two seek to let go of their past together so they can live their own, new lives, and also restore their tangled relationship that could never be fixed through letters and distant contact. When Dorothy left the controlling religious cult she grew up in, she never gave herself a chance to properly process the complicated emotions that came with that decision, or the trauma she went through, opting to cope with it by putting all her energy into building her new life and embracing her identity. Watching her brother navigate the same new, confusing path she took four years ago forces her to look back on her own experience, and the repressed memories of events that prompted her to leave in the first place. When Felix catches up with her, he struggles with the realisation that adjusting to this new life and world won’t be easy, and whilst it was the right choice, his impulsive decision has ramifications. Trauma does not necessarily stay in the place you associate it with and for Felix, it’s like seeing all of it from a birds eye view, all at once, including everything he blocked out. With his faith, his sister, and his drive to be a good person, he has hope for himself and the world, but the pain and anger he harbours will not make it easy for him. ^by no means a pitch literally just the copy paste of the quick summary I wrote for myself lmao

The most exciting part of this to me is how different, yet similar the novel feels. This version of the story isn’t necessarily happier, it’s still rough around the edges, but it’s definitely from a different mindset and there’s this haziness to it that doesn’t exist in the short story. It feels like a grainy home video that they’d never let see the light of day. I wouldn’t call it dreamlike or softer because of this, but there is this distinct tonal shift from the short story to the novel that I can only describe through the aforementioned Vibes. As I said, I have an idea of where the short story would fit into the novel’s timeline as a chapter, but they still won’t be the same. The short story is obviously more restricted to one singular event, and that turns the intensity and tension up high. This difference is also 100% influenced by the fact that the short story is set only at night (bar for some potential flashbacks), and the night plays a huge thematic and atmospheric role. Of course parts of the novel will take place at night, but the presence of daytime changes the mindset to me? In the short story it feels like they’re stuck in this perpetuate-esque night, whereas in the novel you know that the sun will always rise.

This story is also very different aesthetically, but at the same time elements of the short story’s aesthetic come into play and clash with the unique aesthetic of the novel, where they coexist, but are also in conflict with each other. As you can tell from these two moodboards where you can really see how for the second I gave up trying to make it coherent lmao:

To me there are two distinct aesthetics, and they are both very different and exist in different ways, but they are both inherently part of the story, and it feeds into this idea of perception of reality and these two realities that the twins perceive: the “outside world” and the gated world they grew up in.

The stars of the show, my favourite disaster twins:

Not fragile, but not made of stone either

Loves very hard, sometimes more than she’d like

A protective and loyal soul, especially with those she loves, but she never wants to forget to protect herself

If I’m in love with my best (female) friend, no I’m not <3

-goes to the edge of the pier and stares wistfully at the ocean so everyone knows that I am the main character-

Loves her brother more than anyone else but is struggling to figure out his new role in her life. As teenagers she felt painfully tethered to him because they were always The Twins, and she had nobody else, as adults she hopes to find a balance between their deeply close bond and their harshly different lives

Arc driven by defining your identity and then redefining it, and facing the parts of it you’d rather lock far away. Also deals with her experience growing up as a girl in a religious cult in the 60s/70s, and the relationship faith has with her feminist identity.

As of now, there’s more focus on him in the novel, since the short story focuses on Dorothy and I feel to write him from an observer perspective I need to get into his head first

Just found out restarting your life completely is hard?

Trying to be a good person, wants to be a good person, but there’s an anger in him that he hates but it’s festering and it’s growing

But ultimately he is a sweet and soft person and that’s what he wants to be in life even though it’s hard, it shows especially with his sister

I think at some point he locks himself in a cabin and? I would too

Centred around perception of trauma and v influenced by my own experiences with that, where you think things will be easier as soon as you leave that situation but really it just makes you look at everything from a distance and be like “what the fuck?? that actually happened??” (which conflicts with the fact that you KNOW you’re in a better place and you would never go back, but it hurts and it’s hard especially understanding the placement of your trauma in this new space)

I need to give this dude and his sister a happy ending for my own wellbeing. I don’t know how that’ll look but these two will get their happy endings. I actually don’t think I’ve loved two characters more and I love all my characters deeply

And I think that’s all for now! This 100% was not the direction I expected to take but I am so glad I did, and I also love the opportunity to reintroduce this story because good Lord it’s changed so much (and this instance is the most change). I also think this is the perfect Nano scenario for me, as someone who’s never done it before, there’s zero pressure on me to “win” because I don’t expect to even finish this. I’m just going to see where it takes me and see what it’s given me at the end of the month. I’m also not outlining this at all lmao, one because me and outlines do not get along but also my Preptober is just. the work I have to do for my dissertation anyway, which is reading and gathering a lot of fiction/nonfiction about cults/religion, and all the weird and unhinged takes on it. It’s very slow but it’s also fun! My uni work this weekend is literally to read The Girls by Emma Cline so I think I won here?? I also want to dedicate the rest of October to the short stories I planned to write for Nano (I was going to work on my collection).

I don’t know if I’ll do a taglist for this - I have the og Church Mud one but like I said I’m rethinking how I want to share this story and updates for this will only be regular in November so?? But chances are I will be constantly on my bullshit for the next month and a half with this story, pretty update or no pretty update

My NaNoWriMo page is here, although fair warning I have No idea how this site works, this is my boomer moment. Excited to clown about this story though!

- Chloe

#first off my fatal flaw is interchanging between Felix and Dorothy and Dorothy and Felix #second off i would die and kill for them #writing #amwriting #writeblr #writeblr community #religion /#trauma /#nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2020

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iconsumeheadcanons · 4 years

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persona characters autism headcanons!

hi im autistic and i started my day with sun so now im !!!!!!!!! some of these headcanons are from elsewhere on tumbr, but i dont know where :((( so i am hoping someone out there knows that n that everybody knows that i love them <3

(also go check out mollypaup and i think hypeswap if you havent already! they post some good stuff autism+adhd hc too!!! i think.. oh! and thieves-in-the-palace!!!)

Joker

there was some artwork from someone on tublr..where they pointed out that he doesnt really talk outside the metaverse so--hes hyperverbal as joker and just near nonverbal as akiren

he stims ALL THE TIME. that phone thing, the pencil thing, the little tappy tap of his foot, pulling at his bangs when hes embarrassed/smug. someone get him a fidget spinner. he’ll prob learn to do tricks with it

he probably sucks at focusing in class, like i know its just the game design but hes always surprised out of his daily “star out the window at the nearby office building” when his teachers ask him questions

mona mentions when the pt is at Wilton for the first time (after they run into shido) that joker eats like shit, and that could have multiple causes at the start of the story of course, but when i first played i thought that joker was a picky eater and that the variety (and amount of food) at the buffet would be an Ordeal...

tho mona makes that comment bc joker looked pale after having a little ptsd moment from shidos voice, but i didnt know that the first time i played

maybe when joker makes a face at ryuji putting so much ginger in his gyudon? joker probably does not like pickled ginger lol

his favortive foods are all spicy, which is why the curry he makes for his friends is always ‘overly spicy’, and why kasumi makes him a curry bento and joker kept going “...?” .... “....?!”

overly reflective glasses have been a great plus for him bc now he never has to make real eye contact every again!

mona Soft. play with Ann hair. maybe Braid. nice

puns (Gorou the Goroumet)

he has so many options to be straight up rude sometimes in game. he probably no clue on his own, which is why he defaults to Not Talking. people probably mention his constant scary face, which is just him being nonexpressive, squinting at all the fucking bright lights, and Tired

executive function who? we do everything last minute folks

high pain tolerance, which is why he was the kid that was always climbing trees in elementary school to get basketballs unstuck from the branches

his sixth sense lets him see treasure and possible places to climb/crawl bc 1. Shiny? Steal it. Steal it Now. and 2. Could i fit in that? Time to Find Out

probalby a bit of a klepto too oops. he’ll return it tho!! but he has to do it dramatically or he’ll die

cant sit properly to save his life

smells and touch are Great, they can keep him grounded when his brain goes off to police or dead rivals or guilt or

if a friend hung out with him and gave him total reigns of the agenda, he would choose to nap on the floor while his friend does something off to the side quietly

hyperfocuses on handy tasks (i.e. lockpicks, coffee brewing, cleaning, his part time jobs) and some things like movies and books. everything else is a tossup

his (normal) navigation app is his most used app bc he still doesnt know where hes going, even though he only goes to the same few places in the city

hates being sweaty, literally cannot stand it. probably double exhausted during the summer

but Needs Compression so hes often Struggling

Futaba

paraphrase from p5d “i have no motor skills so i cant play rhythm games :(” need i say more? (i will regardless)

echolalia all the time, from anime, memes, the PT

those headphones she wears all the time? noise cancelling ear protectors babey

only talks about her interests, “normal” talking is Not Easy, but she is still communicative w others despite her worries. shes not “hard to understand” at all but she feels the anxiety nonetheless

only talks informally, cannot talk ‘politely’ with out imitating someone around her

shes had meltdowns and anxiety attacks in game :( i relate so hard

Technology. thats it

def had an egypt phase that pops up every few months. probably came from yu-gi-oh

has Immune to Bright Lights buff. joker is very jealous

“Time to make like a tree and leave!” and 30 other iterations

video game metaphors are the only ones that makes sense to her

probably relates hard to robot characters in anime for their general androgyny and confusion about human emotions and connections

probably gets told that shes “too smart to be on the spectrum” by teachers >:( she fails their classes on purpose

wakaba’s autistic too that just how it is

the Connection that she establishes with Joker is so Warm. my life goals include adopting an older brother like futaba has lsdkfjslkfj

also eater of 5 foods only, i mean, she brings cup ramen to the beach. i just really admire her...

hides in small spaces for comfort

doesnt she have like uhhhhh hyperthymesia or something like that?

Yusuke

art

his entire social link is learning how humans work, which i relate

talks seriously all the time

“sarcasm? who is that? are you saying I was sarcastic?...how?”

cant remember to take care of his body, and madarame did not help with that either

lot of uncomfortable staring, hes overdoing the eye contact thingy

infodumps all the time, doesnt know hes doing it

needs a lot of support even if he doesnt think he deserves it. no one ever complains about helping him out tho

visual stims my friends

he didnt know that you could look up pictures on the internet but he does know you can stream live videos of waterfalls and fluffy animales!!

I am certainly in the mood

for something salty today.

he and joker are scared of math. numbers do not interact

Yusuke, futaba, and akiren are a trio and i know this bc their first day of non-thievery interacts is Akiren clearing Futabas room w/o permission, futaba hyperfocusing on destroying medjed, and yusuke rearranging futabas figurines so they are more visually appealing

morgana is a support friend for all of them bc igor knows they need it

Souji/Yu

yes, he mostly wears gray semi formal clothes bc parents tell him to, no, he will not changes this

Schedule or Death

“sorry, could you repeat that?” “huh? oh yeah, i was saying that--” “yeah that’d be cool.”

cats, fishing, he just likes to be quiet. you can literally spend a day at the beach just to think if you want, and that is what yu want

has a lot of scripts for things (of which he shares with nanako!) but if he runs out he just stops talking..

inaba is a godsend bc its so fucking quiet and warm

he Yearns to hold his friends hands, but he shies away from a lot of touch (excepting yosuke, teddie, and nanako)

Cooking and Cleaning makes the world better. he and joker vibe together with this

unlike akiren, he strong arms any executive dysfunction into Be Productive or Else. his punishment is feeling the pure anxiety of having to make up for ‘lost time’. (another symptom of his workaholic parents)

writes everything down, notes are very neat, has pages dedicated for bad doodles when hes not feeling his usual Super Classroom Focus

Cannot handle secondhand embarrassment (most often caused by yosuke) and will quietly slip away to random cats or origami folding

hungry, crunch crunch folks. probably needs chewelry bc he used to chew on his shirt collars when he was younger.

cleans up after everyone in the food court, constantly worries about them accidently hurting themselves. likely spends half of group conversations watching peoples hands

he canonically eats expired food, nanako plz help your brother

really clumsy, but people only notice after they decide that he is a cool person

video games are too chaotic for him

exhausted every night from the pure amount of masking he does, if a friend spends the night (or is like yosuke) they will know his more comfortable weirdo self (tho everyone knows hes a weirdo eventually)

hyperempathetic, sometimes just understands animals and children better than peeople his age or older

Yukiko

her jokes

she and souji get in ‘trouble’ together, she and joker commit crimes together

she and chie have to coordinate outfits, its important

actually understands metaphors, but does not understand people

like me, had no clue that creepy kid was flirting with her

she is very angry when she has meltdowns that might involve slamming doors and shouting. her parents call these ‘tantrums’ and ‘unfitting for a polite daughter’ but really thats because her meltdowns tend to be caused by arguments w her family after a long day of school and TV world traipsing

the metronome meme, except hers goes between Loudest Person in the Room to Quietest Pin Drop in the Planet. she is completely unaware of this

her atmosphere brightens when chie appears. that is not only the lesbian energy within her, but also because chie is like her Favorite Person

Cannot wear Pants. No (tho she wants to try it! but she puts them on and her soul instantly squashes)

happy flappy lesbian! watch out!

Naoto

the pouty face. all the time lskdfjlasdkf

hes really snappy sometimes and i love that for him. he and akechi should fight just to see what would happen (please read Bang Bang Shoot Shoot on AO3)

“do not touch me or my hat, thank you”

no one has ever seen him shutdown and no one ever will (except for his grandpa)(and kanji)(and rise)

probably likes certain food textures and will stand for nothing less, probably feels embarrassed about his preferences with friends

constantly jumps between ‘everybody hates me so i should act like them so they dont hate me’ to ‘i refuse to be anything but very comfortable as myself, and i dont care that im making you upset sir’

he and souji are the king and queen of subtle stims, but for unhappy reasons :(

does not make jokes. cannot joke around. understand? yes, do? no.

loose clothes are the only good clothes, but all tags and obtrusive seams will be obliterated by kanji tatsumi

not very empathetic so he probably comes off as an asshole to strangers (like when he throws away his classmates confession letters without reading them) but he tries so hard to sound comforting when his buds are struggling.

his understanding of others emotions/reactions come from his learning as a detective, which seems cold+clinical to others, especially compared to souji, whos completely unexpressive but very introverted people person

Hamuko/Minako/Kotone

big personality!! very people-oriented!! koromaru and her are buddies!! when shes having a real bad time, shes very quiet and expressions turn off

interrupts herself in the middle of conversations all the time. no one knows where shes coming from. her brains is thousands of km ahead of her body

bouncey legs, swingin arms, twirlly skirt, little somersaults! when will she stop? never!

very obvious music stims with her hands and arms! people are like “oh there she goes! happy as usual!” shes listening to minatos heavy metal playlist

switches from exhausted to excited within milliseconds. no one can predict, not even her

SEES has to ask her for context all the time cuz she’ll just continue shit from 2 weeks ago without warning

professionals will assume shes very childish bc of how chipper she is, but she is beyond mature for her age and only feels comfortable enough to have serious conversations if a person has proved themself able to handle it

collects every little thing. her room is a mess and she has to get rid of most of it every time she moves :(

hates cleaning! smells bad, feels bad hhhhhgggg

dont let mitsuru-senpai see her bedroom

gets lost in the middle of conversations with others bc shes thinking about a story connected to one(1) word that was said earlier

no sense of time and place, she just sees her friends and goes “ah, this is the right place, then” but junpei and akihiko are also lost so now theyre all screwed

Minato/Makoto/Sakuya

no talkies, no walkies

his story in the movies is him literally learning how to function around people he cares for

doesnt get jokes, expressions, body language, empathy, subtlety, metaphors, physical contact, or eye contact. aigis is probably the only person he truly understands right away

he is still nice to people because he doesnt see a reason not to be, but also he has very limited energy so only his senpai and old people get his most polite-kindnesses

cannot describe feelings for the life of him. the team wont know hes injured or sick until hes passed out

everything is too loud, time to drown it out with my loud ass music

rocking and chewing stims, ryoji is the first person to point him out for these subtle stims (not accusingly of course, just general pure curiosity and love for the uniqueness of humanity)

likes to cover his face with whatever is available, lives like a bat in a dark dry cave

will wear anything that has pockets and his blue/gray/black palette

sleepy at all times bc he never has much energy

when he was younger he probably needed a lot of support, especially after his parents died, because he wouldnt communicate like a neurotypical and would shutdown for hours in the middle of school without warning. probably missed a lot of lessons and field trips out of pure overstimulation

eating at all times. no preference, just whatevers closest

his meltdowns probalby include humming whining noises and curling up in a ball, which makes people want to touch him, but that is the LAST thing he wants. put a blanket on him! play some music! do not talk and do not expect him to speak

aigis is the only person who can touch him normally bc her hands are cold and he likes cold

never nude, feels mmmmmmmmm without clothes and probalby wears a full robe in the hotsprings

will not do things that take more than one step w/o someone else walking him thru it, which Same

#my writing #p3 #p4 #p5 #persona 3 #persona 4 #persona 5 #ren #futaba #souji #hamuko #minato #vibes straight thru the sun #i sincerely hope the read more works #im so srry for grammar problems #i literally cant read rn

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OK SO I had all the Underwood codes decrypted in chronological order on a notepad doc, but my computer updated and I lost the document. I’ve gone and decoded them all again, and im putting them here in this post so I dont lose them again.

Edit: Current as of episode 20

Edit 2: credit to @cinnamon-syrup for finding the one in the [redacted]!

Further edits: switched around the order of the backwards codes, credits to @absolxguardian for keeping up with the missing letters

MAJOR spoilers under the readmore

(the quote marks are where the tag begins and ends)

Underwood codes

ASCII HEX

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/188829363937/you-all-seem-awfully-invested-in-this-foundation

“Not yet, at least”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/188892488892/news-from-the-library

(release date)

“Are you still listening?”

“How can you, we haven’t even properly started…”

(reblog)

“Don’t forget…”

MORSE

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/190223635362/und-00-season-1-trailer-the-underwood

(trailer)

“I HOPE YOU WILL STAY AWILE[sic]”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/190486379242/tuccastlist

(short bios)

This one I lost with the document, but I think it went “THAT’S ODD, HE WASN’T THERE BEFORE”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/190486408277/colleagues-and-students

(episode 1 release date)

“ARE YOU STILL LISTENING”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/190498595732/und-01-prima-donna-the-underwood-collection

(episode 1 link)

“QUITE A FIERY PERFORMANCE”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/190627591407/happy-monday-everyone-episode-2-of-the-underwood

(episode 2 link & transcript)

“SHORT AND SO VERY SWEET”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/190755248027/happy-monday-dear-scholars-your-new-file-can-be

(episode 3)

“OF COURSE WE KNOW THEIR NAMES”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/190778770637/apologies-for-any-confusion-from-the-past-hour-or

(accidental reblogs)

“MARS FUCKED UP”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/190877403857/good-monday-morning-dearest-scholars-your-latest

(episode 4)

“A FAMILIAR SENSATION”

“I WONDER IF THE OLD MAN FELT IT TOO”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/190902452482/regarding-recent-events

(leak)

“WE HOPE THAT IS THE ONLY THING MISPLACED”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/190486379242/tuccastlist

(short bios updated)

“IT IS LIKELY THERE WILL BE A PERMANENT CHANG[sic]”

“SOON”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/190950622837/good-day-scholars-the-follow-up-files-to

(mid-season special)

“THE OBELISK PIERCES THE SACRED SKY”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/191002477647/its-monday-once-again-scholars-todays-file-is

(episode 5)

“THEY SAY THERES SOMEONE WHO CAN FIX THAT”

“AND SHES USUALLY WILLING TO BO[sic] IT”

“FOR FREE”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/611505625291243520/good-afternoon-scholars-you-may-have-noticed-the

(episode 6)

“ANTS ARE QUITE ADEPT AT INVADING HIVES”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/612135524148396032/apologies-for-the-late-upload-once-again-we

(episode 7)

“EMBALMING IS TO KEEP THE FLESH ALIVE”

“AND TO SPITE THE END”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/612758897181278208/good-morning-scholars-you-may-have-noticed-we

(episode 8)

“SO THEY HAVE BECOME MEALS”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/613134392527896576/hello-scholars-we-have-a-special-mid-season-bonus

(episode 8.5)

“ENJOY THIS WHILE YOU CAN”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/613410702820016128/its-monday-once-again-scholars-your-new-file-is

(episode 9)

“IT IS WHEN THE CANARY STOPS SINGING”

“THAT YOU SHOULD BE TRULY AFRAID”

“OF THE DEPTHS”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/614043566045642752/afternoon-scholars-our-final-statement-before

(episode 10)

“DO YOU THINK THEYVE NOTICED YET”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/616568470082093056/hi-everyone-quick-out-of-character-update-today

(q&a)

audible morse code is all

“OOPS” “NO” “REDCTED”

credit to @cinnamon-syrup, @lunaisooon, and @absolxguardian for putting the q&a codes together

Message hidden in the html code!!! (lina found this one!)

[ID] “Hello... You Shouldn’t Be Looking Here. Send Jonah My Regards. -AB.”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/618472592182067200/hellooo-lovely-lovely-scholars-welcome-back-to

(season two trailer)

“SHE IS ONTO US. WE MUST CHANGE AGAIN.”

“.SU EVIGROF”

MORSE AND BACKWARDS TEXT

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/619099825997316096/scholars-its-a-new-day-and-with-it-a-new-file

(episode 11)

“AS ARACHNE PLAYS HER STRINGS”

“SLAUGHTER AND END BEGIN TO SING”

“UPON THE HILL THE WEDDING BELL SOUNDS”

“INDISTINGUISHABLE FROM FUNERAL ROUNDS”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/619566954885300224/welcome-to-the-underwood-collection-wont-you

(teaser trailer video thing)

“Y'RE CLOSE, BUT THEY CAN'T GET CAUGHT. “

“THEY CAN’T”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/619735478403530752/hello-scholars-we-hope-youre-practicing-good

(episode 12)

“HER SERVICES ARE STILL FREE”

“BUT SHE CAN’T MAKE YOU UNKNOWN”

“NOT THE WAY I DO”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/620379328802357248/good-afternoon-scholars-hope-youre-ready-weve

(episode 13)

“FOR EVERYONE ELSE.”

“TO BE A STRANGER”

“YOU MUST BE ONE TOO”

“WHAT IS YOUR MONSTER?”

“AND WHO ARE YOU A MONSTER TO?”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/621001132645515264/today-we-get-a-bit-personal-you-can-listen-to

(episode 14)

“THE CORRUPTION LOVES”

“TO DRAG OTHERS INTO ITS MESSES”

“DOESN’T IT. MADAME DIRECTOR?”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/621643481125896192/good-day-scholars-we-have-your-file-all-ready-for

(episode 15)

“REMEMBER: WHATEVER YOU DO”

“A MIRROR CAN ONLY SHOW WHAT IS TRUE”

“WHETHER WARPED OR SHATTERED”

“TARNISHED OR BLACK”

“IT SHOWS WHAT IT SEES”

“AND ALWAYS LOOKS BACK”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/622638230737682433/you-didnt-think-wed-just-leave-you-with-radio

(episode 15.5)

“AN APPALLING THIEF THEY MAKE. NO?”

“AND OUR POOR ARCHIVIST”

“TO CATALOGUE EVERY THOUGHT”

“LEST THEY SLIP AWAY”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/623549746907365376/this-week-this-week-how-different-things

(episode 16)

“SOME PITY FOR HER SWEET LOST LENORE”

“SHE LOOKS WITHIN AND THUSLY SEES”

“DARKNESS THERE AND NOTHING MORE”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/624194605170196480/good-afternoon-scholars-so-glad-youve-taken-the

(episode 17)

“SHIFTING HUES AND MADE UP FACES”

“MEANINGLESS COLORS AND CONFRONTATIONS”

“ANSWERS IN QUESTIONS”

“THAT MAKE YOUR HEAD SPIN”

“AND YOU KNOW DEEP DOWN THAT YOU CANNOT WIN”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/624811317513142272/good-morning-scholars-todays-file-should-warm

(episode 18)

“THE WARMTH OF LOVE IS A HEALING FLAME”

“BUT BROKEN HEARTS LEAVE SMOULDERING BLAME”

“PAIN NEVER TO HEAL AND NEVER TO FLEE”

“PS. THE NOTE? IT WASNT ME”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/625172073815457792/a-little-treat-for-you-scholars-something-sweet

(episode 18.5)

“WE KNOW OBSESSION”

“YOU CAN LET IT CONSUME YOU”

“BUT SHES HERE FOR YOU”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/625440970729832448/might-be-nice-to-do-some-redecorating-today-while

(episode 19)

“OH COME NOW FOR A JUBILEE”

“THE THINGS THAT CALL YOU HOME SHALL SING”

“HURRAH HURRAH”

“DECAY AND FILTH FORM HUNGERS HEART”

“ITS THE LOYALTY OF YOUR NOBLEST PARTS”

“AND WE ALL FALL DOWN TO THE GROUND”

“TO RETURN TO THE DUST”

https://pitchlibrary.tumblr.com/post/626079190993731584/from-the-personal-files-of-uc-bamba-featuring

(episode 20)

“I MISS HIM SO.”

missing letters so far: HEDA and THE/OU credit to @absolxguardian for finding the missing letters

#the underwood collection #the usher foundation #tuc #the magnus archives #tma

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