#( again ideas but hee hee hoo hoo )

[yearning-gay]

oh bother is it already time to re-examine my sexuality and how i approach it again. is it time to evaluate whether i could even engage in a relationship in a healthy manner of if im too irresponsible for such things. sigh

[antirepurp]

wouldn't it be so funny if i got sa1 brained and investigated modding it beyond bettersadx and actually tried getting all emblems on pc with true analogue controls haha

[decepticon-nerd]

I absolutely refuse to get rid of this fucking TV. Damn thing is older than me and it still works

[cunninghamtm]

✿ - axel

relationship meme. bold i think it would be interesting or really funny italics is like ??? maybe we could consider that strike is no sjkdhfkjhsdf

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

[missmako-chan]

Man I loved watching a playthrough of that monochrome game where forgotten memories play an integral part to the game! I especially liked that protagonist, what was their name again…?

AU where Cif is Siffrin because of… reasons, I guess? Listen I just came up with this idea because hee hoo similar names and I think it would be very funny if the party was like "WE'VE BEEN SPELLING YOUR NAME WRONG THIS WHOLE TIME?????" when they find out it's "Ciffrin" and not "Siffrin"

[moxpunk]

On this International Asexuality Day, I once again write about my experience with ace-ness and how it deviates from the wider slush-mix of how people think of ace people.

Honestly, I've had a number of frustrating encounters because of what people see as the "asexuality" since I've begun to identify as ace (wow, it's been less than two years?). I've had multiple encounters with friends/crushes/potential partners where they just assumed I'm not interested in romance or flirting whatsoever, they assume I'm aromantic in addition to asexual. I've had to explain on numerous occasions "Yes, I'm asexual. Yes, I'm gay and want romantic partners," and most-importantly with my specific brand of asexuality, "Yes, I enjoy physical touch and kinks."

It's a little upsetting to me about how the prevalent Tumblr culture of asexuality wraps aromanticism into it, and how much it sucks that it's bled into stuff off-site. I have friends that I've done roleplay (my favorite hobby) with that just assume I don't want to write with them anymore and not interact with me until I had to sit down and explain to them that even before coming out they didn't push past my boundaries. It's exhausting to have to first come out to someone as asexual and then be like "Oh, sorry, yeah, I still enjoy kinks and talking about sex, I just don't want to experience sex."

The Tumblr "Hee hoo, what is sex? It sounds icky" gets under my skin so badly. I've had sex, I've had quite a bit of sex! I found out I fucking despise performing sex! The idea of two bodies smushed together is deeply appealing, I just cannot deal with the idea of penetration and the actual act of sex. I used to get anxiety so bad with my exes that I just assumed there was something wrong with my brain until finding out years later that I'm ace, where it all made sense. I do not relate to the memes of "I don't want partners", or "I think kissing is revolting", or "I think physical touch is alien" at all, and it's so alienating to me that half the time I think it might be easier to just identify as allosexual with a distaste for the act of penetration - and that's fucked up to think about!

I don't really know where I was going with this. I don't really have a call to action and I don't think the zeitgeist of asexuality through the lens of Tumblr is going to suddenly up and change thanks to me whinging on about my experiences. I guess I just needed to vent about this sort of thing on the day for folks like me. The bullshit that ace people went through on this site for a number of years has made it so the "acceptable" version of asexuality is this hyperbolic version that pushes away people on the fringes like me, and it fucking sucks to see. I hate it. It wrecks the interactions I have with damn-near everyone I tell that I'm asexual.

[beesmygod]

Bloodborne question from someone who'll probably never play it because it seem 2 hard and 2 stressful- what *is* the Hunter's Dream? Like a literal dream? Does the non-umbilical cord endings have you like wake up? Is the game's settimg real? I half-remember that one Dan Olson video and I'm confused and you like explaining things so I'm not looking it up so you can have a oppurtunity to give lore out.

hee hee hoo hoo!!! you are who these posts are for!!! i would love to try to explain this to you i truly do love doing this. so my answer is: i have no idea.

the dream is definitely a physical place that exists, even if it exists outside of yharnam's physical reality. items that should exist there can be misplaced in yharnam and returned (like the rune tool or the blood gem tool). hunters who are not blood drunk and have not been severed from the dream by gerhman can come and go as they please using the resurrection magic of bells seen throughout the game. note the bells on the lamp you use to get there.

the doll notes that hunters used to visit the dream in droves during hunts long ago, but now those hunters who did chose to sever themselves before they fell to madness or because the hunt was over (it wasnt) are marked with the gravestones peppered throughout the area. if you choose to sever yourself from the dream at the end of your run, then a new tombstone appears representing you in the new game, so its mutable and not static. the flowers in the garden begin to glow after the reveal of the blood moon, so there is some connection to the main world and its progression; it isnt completely isolated and cut off from yharnam.

i think some people mistake the "yharnam sunrise" ending being like "oh it was all a dream" ending when it's not. you are severed from the dream, dawn is breaking, the hunt is over....but we know it happens again. the moon moves in cycles, the last time it turned red they burned old yharnam to the ground, and this time the entire town lost its mind and body. the situation you are in during the "yharnam sunrise" ending is now you are like djura and eileen: you no longer dream, but the hunt will return. worse than it was before.

interesting side note: gehrman severs you from the dream using his burial blade, which is one of two weapons in the same made from siderite which is "said to have fallen from the heavens". the other weapon is eileen's blades of mercy which she utilizes in her position of the hunter of blood drunk hunters. gerhman's blade cuts you off from the dream and eileen's intention is to kill hunters permanently that pose a threat to others. your access to the dream can be removed by being killed with space rock. weird. neat.

curiously i have no idea where the hunter's dream is located. this is only notable because the other nightmares are completely connected to one another. if you look up from the nightmare frontier you can see the castle in the nightmare of mensis. and vis versa looking down.

this lance macdonald tweet datamined what you see when you look down from the nightmare frontier: ship masts from the orphan of kos fight.

and the hunter's nightmare is stacked on top of itself. you can find parts of it where the ocean above is dripping down into the rest of the map lol. plus the infamous part where a snail lady from the map above falls 3000000 feet and nearly smooshes you.

but the hunter's dream is AWOL and surrounded by weird spires that don't look like ship masts or anything really. it's possible it is at the very tip top.

dreams appear to be born through some process involving an umbilical cord and/or the loss of a great one infant, a host, and the sheer power of obsessive madness. when the great one or the host dies, the dream persists regardless. how odd. very mysterious.

[mdemn]

@demonzriti commissioned me to write this little silly fic for @sametrapeni the other day. it’s really just 1,065 words of crack mpreg!sam/paulie.

i’ve never written anything like it, but with the week i’ve been having, it was so refreshing & fun to write! i hope i did the idea justice for you & i hope it can bring a smile to @sametrapeni’s face! they’re lucky for a partner like you!! <33

read & enjoy if that’s your thing! and if it’s not but you have a self-indulgent thing (no matter how silly you think it is!) you’d like for me to write for you, check out my kofi! & my ao3 for writing refs & commission rules! but know there’s really very little i wouldn’t write & can/will do other fandoms!

Paulie walks his fingers over Sam’s tummy, and Sam won’t ever admit it, but it’s the number one thing he’ll miss the most about the pregnancy.

Though lucky for Sam, he doesn’t have to, because Paulie does it for him. “I’ll miss this.” Paulie mutters, flattening his hand to rub over the hard lump where the baby’s resting. “Feelin’ ‘em in here like this. Knownin’ you’re really carryin’ ‘em. Our baby.”

Sam rolls his eyes, fighting the smile tugging at his lips. “I won’t. This shit is for th’ birds.”

Paulie laughs, loud and full, and at this Sam does smile. It’s impossible not to.

“Sam, I—“

Sam cuts Paulie’s words off with a groan, loud and long. He tilts his head back against the headboard and cradles his stomach. He sighs through his teeth, he can almost feel his eye twitching as the pain radiates through his lower back.

“Sam? Sammy? Hey, what’s wr—“

“Shut up, Paulie.” Sam grits out, like every word takes incredible effort.

Paulie’s alarm only grows as he sits up. He looks down at Sam and Sam contemplates punching Paulie right upside the head. Sam has begun to sweat just a little, his thick eyebrows furrowed in concentration. His breathing is labored and concentrated.

“It’s. I think.” Sam takes a deep breath, groaning through the pain again, “Christ. Christ, Paulie. I think it’s time.”

“Time? For what? Sammy, time for what?” Paulie asks, his voice raising in alarm with each question.

Sam looks at him with a flat affect. And again, he considers hitting Paulie.

“Oh, I don’t know, Paulie. Time for some fuckin’ tea and cakes, maybe? Maybe time to go for a light stroll? Maybe time for a shower? Jesus Christ. I think the baby’s coming you fuckin’ dunce!” Sam yells, his eyes slipping back closed, his breathing laboring even more with every breath.

The panic shows on Paulie’s face as he throws the blanket off of them. “What?”

“Paulie. Don’t piss me off.” Sam answers, his voice still on edge.

Another contraction hits Sam and this time he groans loudly, bringing his knees up. He nearly screams, his hand slipping under his shirt to rub at the skin of his taunt stomach. The baby is much lower than it had been previously. And Sam doesn’t know anything about birth or babies and really isn’t sure how they ended up in this predicament in the first place but Jesus Christ this hurts. How did Tommy ever convince Sarah to do this twice?

“Sam. Sammy. You have to breathe. What did Sarah say? Like HEE-HAHH-HEEE-HOO—“

“Paulie. I’m going to fuckin’ shoot you. I swear to God, I will. I swear to fuckin’ God.”

“Sam. That’s not breathin’. Maybe you need to stand? Walk around, right?” Paulie jumps out of bed and puts his hands on his lower back, and starts pacing around, “Like this, right? Sarah did a lot of walkin’ when she had her baby girl. Oh Christ, should we call Sarah? I’m gonna call Sarah.”

“Paulie.” Sam grits again, then groans, another near scream. “Sam!” Paulie rushes to Sam’s side, places his hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Baby? What is it?”

“Sit.” Sam takes another deep breath, “Down.”

Paulie nods, and sits on the edge of the bed, snaking his arm around Sam’s shoulders. He stays still for about another minute, before Sam feels another wave of pain, similar to the first, hit him like a ton of bricks.

He tries not to let on how badly it hurts, but honestly? Getting shot hurt less.

Paulie notices Sam tense and he jumps out of bed again, “I’m callin’ Sarah.” he mutters, mostly to himself, as he nearly sprints out of the room.

Sam had known, realistically, that Sarah would be his midwife. There’s no one he’d trust more. Sarah had two children, and had had them at home, more or less by herself. But the idea of Sarah seeing him like this, in pain, writhing, the idea is mortifying.

However, he doesn’t have time to deal with that, as the pain takes over again.

“Paulie!” Sam shouts, followed by another groan, “Get. In. Here. With. Me.” He forces every word out and in the silence in between words, he can hear Paulie talking, muttering, the scratch of a pen, like he’s taking notes.

“Just a minute, baby. Hold on!” Paulie calls back, then Sam can hear him mutter, “And what else, Sarah? Hurry. What else? Are you sure you can’t be here no sooner?”

Sam is feeling homicidal actually. He thinks it’s time to give into it. He might just kill Paulie before he ever gets to see his big-headed baby.

Sam has just about settled on the fact he’ll be a single father when Paulie comes back with a cup of ice and a small hand towel from the kitchen.

“I’m here, Sammy. I’m here.” he mutters, rushing to the bed.

“Sarah said this will help. Here.” Paulie leans over and puts a damp towel on Sam’s head. It’s ice cold and oddly, supplies immediate relief. Sam hadn’t realized he was so hot.

“She said you can chew on this ice. Don’t know what it’s supposed to do but she swears by it.” Paulie pushes the cup into his hands. “And to take your pants off. Which you know I have no problem with. Heh.” Paulie chuckles and reaches for Sam’s pants.

And the homicidal urge fills Sam again. He grabs Paulie’s wrist, almost spilling his cup of ice, “Don’t. Fuckin’. Touch. Me.” Sam grits, through crunches of the ice.

Paulie laughs, has the audacity to laugh. This causes Sam’s eye to actually twitch.

“Well, had you been sayin’ that 9 months ago, maybe we wouldn’t be in this, huh?”

Sam stares at him. He feels the rage fill in every pore of his body, and he realizes he has to speak, because if left alone with his thoughts for a moment longer, he’d kill Paulie. Truly and honestly.

“Paulie. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Get out!”

“Now c’mon Sammy—“

“OUT!”

��Okay, okay!” Paulie laughs, and that beautiful crooked smile doesn’t leave his lips, and Sam is in limbo between wanting to shoot Paulie and to kiss him until they’re both breathless. Which of course makes Sam more upset.

Sam waits for Paulie to be turned around before he starts to strip out of his pants. He loves Paulie. More than life itself, and God, anyone knows that. But Christ.. he hopes their baby doesn’t get his sense of humor.

[miquellah]

RADAHN THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU actually i have found myself thinking about him way more now post-dlc in the sense that like. so much of what he did during and even after the shattering can relate back to him knowing what miquella was expecting from him and having changed his mind... i kind of like the way that that frames him as like. maybe the only demigod whose actions aren't for some greater purpose or ideal. he fetters the stars and is at the centre of one of the most horrific events in the shattering, he clearly tried to seize leyndell even, and like. i like the idea that he did many of these earthshattering things for entirely selfish or material reasons rather than some kind of higher idea, it makes him like a really interesting counterpoint to his dedicated schemer grindset siblings

honestly i have no idea where i personally stand on his full involvement anymore, mostly because i’ve seen rly good cases for both “he agreed to the vow and took it back” as well as “he agreed and was along with it the whole time”. maybe one day i’ll sway more fully in some direction again, but until then both are really fun hee hoo

i’m willing to see any and all of his actions in good faith tho. im sure a good dose of it has also been colored by his wishing to emulate godfrey too, and godfrey HIMSELF is really interesting in just how much he’s been idolized. if anything following in the footsteps of the first elden lord could’ve been the bulk of radahn’s goals entirely, which is also really fun. wanting to emulate that image of herosim without actually, truly putting forth much more thought into that

[devilisinthedeinos]

Hi there.

my name is Eris. Pronouns He/him, trans masc and trans... deino?

I was human but after getting my top surgery some really weird shit happened and. well. Now I'm a deino

i do not like light it hurts my eyes also please approach slowly I am suppressing the urge to bite anything and everything at all times.

i'm currently living in the apartments of @ninkadance

Current Arc (click link for tag warnings): Details in the deino

Pelipper mail/unmail/malice/any other variants: open! Magic anons: lightweight

((Ooc under the cut))

// hee hoo it's @twodragonsinatrenchcoat back at it again with a blog inspired by @crystalclearribbons :3

As with the blog above- a general warning for body horror since Eris will be slowly transforming into a non-human shape- a Deino specifically! As decided by the people, and also by me because I had some ideas. :3

Edit 2/22/24: Eris's transition is complete! Such is the end of his slow sleeby-fication. There'll still be body horror in the future (Evolving into Zweilious and Hydreigon are going to be a doozy, i may also post some more unsettling pictures from mid-sleebyfication should i get the itch) but the transition from human to deino is done.

Transition timeline 🥰

That's all for now,

Bye! :3 <3

[blue-unifox]

if we can submit multiple characters for trhe ask thing.........bows my head in shame and avoids eye contact

i think you can, hee hoo

First impression

I mean, her first appearance was pretty nice, tho not very clear what kind of character she would be. Though, her interaction with Almer was cute... and I could relate to the awkwardness and being unable to communicate clearly what you mean.

Impression now

Ahhh she's precious, she's the tism creature that also has all the angst. And yet she's still holding on strong! She just wants the good for everyone! Be nice to her please! I love that she's being treated well by every character and isn't infantilized, even tho she might seem "weird" to most.

Favorite moment

OH GOSH there's several good ones.... hmmm if I was to pick I'd go with when she and Jodi talk about her past and then just hug. ITS SO PRECIOUS??? IM SOBBING 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Girlie had to go thru so much, yet she's still smiling.... And Jodi is just like... so happy for her genuinely... ough

Idea for a story

No ideas yet but... Who knows, maybe I'll cook smt in the future 👀. There is certainly a lot to explore.

Unpopular opinion

I'm not reeeeally the biggest fan *ae and Almer being romantically involved... like, I like some fan depictions, but just as is in canon she doesn't seem very interested in romance at all, so it's one-sided at best. Though again, if it's your favorite, I don't judge!

Favorite relationship

Hough... dogdeer or Jodi mom.... Hard to choose, tho in canon I'd say I like her relationship w Jodi more... They're just OUGH 🥺🥺🥺🥺(as evident by the scene above)

Favorite headcanon

I do quite like your hc about *ae liking bugs... Like this makes a lot of sense, is one of those "weird niche interests", and just fits her in general :3c.

[fnaffersblog]

Hee Hoo

Spoilers for 'Eclipse is DYING in VRChat' below!

(TW for: Swearing, as per usual)

Oh he does NOT sound good

Eclipse has been through the fuckin ringer. He needs a break too. Shit.

NEW COMPUTER LETS GO collecting them like shiny rocks

Okay, so is he building/ creating new bodies and they keep wearing out? Or is he still using Solar Flare's body and it's failing? Because the idea of him making bodies and them just decaying under the weight of the star's power to the point that he's racing to make new forms to sustain it sounds REALLY cool to me.

Oh.

Never mind. ;-; lol

"What's stopping the thing from going? I can do it, just tell me what it is."

I have thoughts about this line. It's very...

Like, the way he

He's dying. He's in pain. He's on the ground, because he's exhausted. But when the AI tells him there's a problem, he pulls himself up anyway. He's still insistent he can do everything himself? It was almost desperate sounding.

I dunno. I kinda, like,

It reminded me of Sun. A little bit.

So way the heck back, right after Eclipse 'killed' Solar Flare, there was this really tiny moment where Solar Flare broke through again and Eclipse was like 'I'm still working on eradicating his code completely. It'll be finished soon or something.' but we never really 100% got confirmation that Solar Flare died died, so I'm not super surprised they're back. I won't say I anticipated it, I forget about Solar Flare a lot (poor dude got five minutes of screen time rip) but I'm not surprised because that small moment explicitly left it up in the air that they were probably alive.

Good for them. Good for Solar Flare. This is a concrete attempt at taking Eclipse down and one of the most solid attempts I've seen so far. Taking Eclipse out while he's weak. Solar Flare is stuck in Eclipse's body, scattered and ruined but still kicking, and they're gonna make that Eclipses problem. They got handed a short end of the stick but by god their gonna make sure to use what they got.

We got so little of Solar Flare, for meta and lore reasons alike, so this feels like a vindication for the character. A 'Your time to shine was taken from you unfairly for reasons out of your control, so this? This is for you.'

Good shit.

He's nervous about confronting Solar Flare. He's unsure of himself, which is so cool to see from a character like Eclipse who is usually so self-assured in the way he talks, in the way he carries himself. He's running on empty, time is running out, and he KNOWS it. He's fumbling.

Which changes completely when he turns and starts talking to the AI! Before he goes into his mindscape.

That annoyance! That bravado! That smooth talking confidence! IS he working himself up to talk to Solar Flare? Is there some other reason he's nervous? It was a very distinct change in demeanor.

One one hand, I like specific numbers. I'd like to know how many uses Eclipse has out of the star.

On the OTHER hand

ANY use of the star could be his last. So now we, as the viewers, are sitting here waiting to see which Jenga block is the one that topples the fuckin tower and isn't that just SO MUCH MORE ENTERTAINING??

Also, quick aside, what IS Eclipse doing with the Star? Like, we've only seen him use it a couple times right? We've seen him teleport, he wiped everyone's memories of himself and Sun and Moon and replaced them and he's teleported other people. He's GOT to be doing something else with it if he's at the point that he's right at the edge of irrevocably damaging himself. Right? Or is the star really just that draining?

Insert various quotes about the prodigal son.

It's been THREE MINUTES Faffers sit down and watch the damn episode already!

He's banking on being scary. He HAS to be scary. IT's all he has, but Solar Flare can read him so easily.

Solar Flare is interesting. He started gaining self consciousness at the point he was 'killed'. but he was also still very much a product of his programmed functions. We left off with him taking the first steps towards full self-functionality like the rest of the animatronics but he never quite got the chance to fully blossom into his own person beyond being a robot. If... any of that makes sense.

It's cool that he's STILL THERE in terms of growth. He's been stagnated all this time inside Eclipse. He's still a robot, built for a coded purpose (protecting Killcode), still teetering on the verge of becoming more than that.

ECLIPSE IS SO FUCKIN BITTER OVER BEING BETRAYED

He's so upset about being fucked over by his creations. He's got so much hatred for them.

It's

Like.

I don't know WHY Eclipse needs Sun and Moon alive.

But he is a creation of there's whether he sees it as an intentional creation or not.

I wonder if he's jealous that he needs them but his creations don't need him?

Good Shit

Good Shit

Good Shit

Good Shit

Good Shit

Eclipse has fucked over a LOT of people.

But I'd say, more than anyone, he's fucked over Lunar and Solar Flare.

Watching one of the major victims of his torment stand up and say, 'You do not scare me anymore. You do not have power over me anymore'

If ANYONE gets to make Eclipse face his actions, however that comes about, it should be those two.

Mutually assured destruction, with no hesitation it's so fucking good this whole thing is fucking great im going insane

Good Shit

GOOD. SHIT.

'It's like talking to a goddamn brick wall with you!'

Eclipse

Honey

Please

(like father, like son hmm?)

That's not a very good deal bro.

Like, Solar Flare literally just explained WHY he wasn't going to let Eclipse go into his own body.

Eclipses response was literally just, "But what if did anyway?"

And he didn't even offer anything like bro that was such a shitty deal my duuude

I am adopting 'piss ant' into my vocabulary of insults

I was literally in a call with other people when he said that and I started laughing and we agreed that that is such a CHILDISH insult

I'm getting

"But you won't"

"Bitch"

Vibes from Solar Flare. Lol

Seriously now.

What is he using the star for?

He could build a new body, eradicate Solar Flare, and do so in a way that prevents any damage to himself. Continue using the star, experimenting until he figures out how to use it completely, like Lord Eclipse from the other universe. He could wipe Sun and Moon from the face of existence, eradicate even the memory of them, subject them to their worst torments for eternity for his amusement, tear apart worlds to fit his image, torment those who oppose him or even those who just perturb him. The star has always been upheld as this object of ultimate power and Eclipse has it IN HIS HANDS! ANY problem he has could be solved with the power of the star SO WHAT IS HOLDING HIM BACK??

Is he.. really just that incompetent? Or have I just misunderstood the actual power of the star at this point?

There HAS to be something else. Right? Like, there HAS to be??

'Who taught you to cuss?'

'You did.'

LOL

He gets read like a book at the end and tries to bare his teeth in response and Solar Flare shuts that shit down.

He's so reliant on being scary, on being in control, that even when he's turning tail and leaving, he's still acting like he has any hold over Solar Flare. Because he needs it. He's wrestling for ANY sense of control right now.

He's been so affected by the people around him betraying him

His creators abandoned him. So he made others to love him. But they betrayed him because of who he was. And now he's worried everyone will. It folds into his plans, so much so he's afraid the AI he made to serve him will turn on him too.

I'm excited to see how he's going to give them 'false hope'.

Oh hey, I just noticed Eclipse has these little spikes on the back of his upper arms, that's cute.

[crehador]

hee hoo UNO REVERSE: 3, 27, and 30 for the ao3 wrapped ask game?! ✨

uwah got uno reversed! ty for the ask!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

WOW SO i was going to say "significance because i fell down the stairs while writing it, had to take a break to recover from a minor head injury, came back to its weeks (months?) later, and somehow still finished it despite being Real Bad at continuing things i take a break from so am very proud of myself for that" HOWEVER i looked and realized i finished it in 2022?? so i guess that's out for this year's wrapped and woag time sure does fly lol

i feel like the next obvious answer is pride, my ichisama tokyo ghoul fusion, but i don't want to pick it just because it's long. i did enjoy writing it and am more or less happy(ish) with how it came out, though i think a lot of my pride in it (no pun intended) does come from the fact that it was longer than what i usually manage to finish

ANYWAY... i actually think i'm going to go with stay gold! my one and only revenger fic lol

i wrote it in a fit of disappointment over the show's actual ending, but wound up actually really liking it... i think? (still feels difficult to say this about my own writing but i am! practicing!! the self-esteem thing!!!)

there are a bunch of details i managed to include that just make me happy (like the... name thing which i will probably make a separate post about in a minute here because OHMYGOD i want to talk about it again SO BAD and this is as good an excuse as any)

so yeah tl;dr i'm still very happy with stay gold :3

27. What do you listen to while writing?

tragically in recent years i have become the type that needs silence to write, i am just Bad at concentrating with music on even though i would love to listen to something when i write orz

so the answer is currently i listen to nothing while writing, but since that is a very uninteresting answer, i will say that in the past i did listen to godspeed you! black emperor quite a lot for background noise during writing sessions!

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

IT'S GOTTA BE [REDACTED] AU BUT I CAN'T TALK ABOUT IT YET FOR FEAR OF SCARING IT AWAY LOL the biggest surprise part is how like... 15k of it came spilling out in, what, like 3 days or so?

alas i have stalled on it since then, but i still am very attached to the idea of it i think... so hopefully i will be able to get it done at some point! it is going to be one of those strange niche aus that appeals probably only to me BUT i'm surprisingly in love with the idea and hope to get going on it again soon

(becoming the deer mutual for love tapped was also a wonderful surprise!)

[soartfullydone]

Celeste - 🧡, 🌳, 🍆, 🎀

hee hee hoo hoo

🧡 Who is your OC’s favourite person? Why is this person the top of their list and have they actually met them (an idol or rolemodel or celeb can be someone’s favourite after all!).

Celeste will never admit it in public or mixed company, but her favorite person remains her daughter, Vanille. It's not pride that stops her tongue but fear. That's a target that would be put on both of their backs. Her regard for her own daughter isn't wrapped up in some maternal instinct, either. Vanille became a capable spellcaster, but more than anything, she had the drive and the grit required to serve their House well. Vanille had it easier than Celeste did, true. She had access to infinitely more resources, but every test Celeste threw at her, she either passed or she never made that particular mistake again. Celeste did the very best thing she could do for Vanille as her mother, and that was to prepare her for the life she deserved and the leader she would need to one day be. There's also a lot of Celeste in Vanille. She did well in the molding of her, and Vanille never balked or rebelled at it like Bastien did.

🌳 Compare your OC to themself from 10 years ago. How has their mental state changed since then, how have they aged and grown up? Would they say they’re in a better place than they were back then or do they need help? What advice would they give their younger self? What advice would their younger self give to them now?

Ten years ago, Celeste was stagnant. At her age and with all she'd already accomplished, there's not much more to do but bask in it. Rest, maybe. But as we know, fate (or something masquerading as such) had other plans and isn't done with Celeste yet. Compared to her current state, she honestly misses ten years ago! The ease of it, the unawareness. Celeste puts up a front—a capable one, an unsettling one—but she IS in over her head and that won't change until she finally course corrects. Currently, though, she's too proud to ask "these strangers" for help and has no idea if she can truly trust them. She doesn't see why they would be moved to help her in any case. In some ways, she's similar to Foaly in that she doesn't feel bonded by death to the party as the rest of the party feels with each other. Perhaps it's her age. Celeste has endless advice to give to her younger self. "Poison Lestraude a week sooner." "Arrive two bells late to your first birthday gala for the Empress." "Don't love him and don't convince him to love you." But those are inconsequential things. To give advice that will make a real difference, she needs to find out what in the nine hells truly happened in Twalan. Her younger self would tell her: "Be bold."

🍆 Tea or Coffee or Hot Chocolate? Sweet or Spicy? Fruits or Vegetables?

Coffee, spicy, and vegetables—though I'll say Celeste doesn't have much of an appetite anymore. She doesn't have much taste for the things she used to and doesn't sleep well besides. She envies her younger party members. Getting old sucks.

🎀 Do they wear a specific accessory with a special meaning behind it? What is their usual fashion sense like? What do they wear when they want to be comfortable and what do they wear when they’re going to a fancy party? Or do they just not care?

Her half-moon spectacles do have a golden moon and star chain attached to them—a gift from her daughter for her namesake. Sentimental nonsense, but she's keeping it forever. The item she truly covets is her arcane power source: the garnet crystal atop her cane. Anything could happen to the cane and the sword inside it, but a power source will be difficult to replace in limbo. There's also the bottle (with pump) of her favorite perfume, Domina, a grapefruit, bergamot, and jasmine scent that has been sadly discontinued back in Twalan. Is nothing sacred anymore? Her usual fashion sense is not what the party knows. But her body isn't what it used to be and she is extremely critical of herself. If imperfections cannot be perfected, then they will be hidden, even if it means covering everything from the neck down. Celeste does, as a general rule, enjoy dresses. She enjoys the femininity, desire, and even power they can represent. She enjoys weaponizing them in her adulthood the way she couldn't in her early years. But seducing is a younger woman's game. Even though her new dress is very modest, she appreciates that it also offers support in her joints and greater freedom of movement with the slits in the skirt. Celeste does not wear anything that's uncomfortable; she's too rich for that. Tailor-made, or bust. But no, she doesn't see much distinction between "fancy party" clothes and "comfortable" clothes. To her, they are one and the same and should always be curated to represent who you are and what you want. What you wear to bed (or don't) matters as much as what you wear to a royal coronation or your own funeral. Your clothes and bearing are how you present yourself to the world. It can be your armor or your chain. She's experienced both and knows which one she prefers.

[mickmundy]

bro BRO- ur swamp monster medsnip sounds so cray cray and cool id really like to hear more about it sometime ! :D

OMFG REALLY ;_; GWAHH OKAY *puts on my mining helmet* let me see if i can't find some quick pastes from my gf and i's server SKDFKDF!! sorry for the formatting/spelling/grammar on these... when i fire off ideas its just a massive train of thought/run on sentence!! also i'm just going to say that sniper has a "mid-shift" form between Full Croc and Full Human that i also need to design but we'll just say during mid-shift he looks "mostly human" with croc features like the eyes, scales, tail and claws... (like his cosmetics)

medic travels around in search of these like super potent/poisonous herbs that he thinks can help with information extraction, poisoning, whatever. so he's in the like. tropical humid wetlands looking for these plants and there's no signs of people for like. miles and miles and miles like he is Out There.

so sniper is literally never around people (there's a bounty on sniper's head bc he's a Huge Fucking Croc so of course hunters are constantly trying to get him but nobody knows what he Really is) and it's just easier for him to stay transformed all the way croc. So he takes notice of a Disturbance and finds medic and is like ? and begins tracking him with the intention to kill and eat him. but the more sniper Stalks his prey he realizes medic isn't a poacher and that he's actually just super into plants.. which sniper is too.,,

and as fate would have it medic winds up finding sniper's cave and is like "hoo! what a quaint place to camp! ^v^" and sniper's like >:/ but doesn't do anything about it because Obviously he can't just spring up from the water and be like GET OUT!! so he bides his time and watches medic set up his stupid little camp and fix his stupid little dinner and while medic's leaning into/over the water studying plants while his food cooks sniper's like >:P Devouring Time! and Leaps at him and medic's like HOOH! and falls backwards and crawls back onto the bank and sniper's snarling again and stalking towards him and medic's like "WAIT!! i have- i have food!" and pats around behind him and tosses sniper some jerky or some such Treat and sniper catches it in his jaws and is like owo! and narrows his eyes and slithers back into the water and medic's like "holy shittencrappen that was CLOSE" and he calls out like "aheh, thank you for not eating me!" and sniper's like =_=

buuuuuut so the next morning medic leaves and sniper's like >:/ pfft, good riddance. but then.., medic comes back.., with more meat.,! and tosses it into the water again and sniper Devours It and medic's like hoo hoo! ^v^ thank you again for sparing me! i won't be long in your domain i assure you, once i find (some plant whatever)!" and sniper knows where those plants grow but he's like >_> and leaves medic alone. but then medic keeps talking to him and babbling about his plants and sniper's like.,, well.,., he doesn't like humans all that much but it's nice to hear a comforting voice now and then.,,. and medic is so cute.,

he keeps stewing at the bottom of his body of water like this -> >:///| and medic gets quiet for a while and sniper assumes he left again so he crawls up onto the bank by his cave and medic's like "oh, hallo! ^v^ smelled dinner, did you? hee!" and sniper's like oAo! and flicks his tail and snorts and medic tosses him some more jerky and sniper looooves it.,. and medic giggles and finally Sees all of (croc) sniper and is like "mein gott, you sure are a handsome krokodil!" and sniper's like O//M//O and flicks his tail and huffs (>:////|) and medic's like ^v^ hehe!

and so eventually medic names the plant(s) that he's looking for and sniper's like huh... i know where those are... and gathers them and lays them on the bank where medic always comes to see him and when medic finds them he's like "OHHH MY GOTT!! MY PLANTS!! was this your doing, you handsome devil? ^v^" and sniper's like Hmph.. blows bubbles in the water shyly... and he's so devastated because he'd love to bask in medic's joy with him and show him all of the cool plants and stuff around here but medic would Surely Hate Him if he saw what he was (LOL).. but he supposes its enough to just watch medic giggle and hop around and squeal... sighs lovingly...

so time passes and medic's out here for like. two months and he always goes to visit sniper. sniper has a full blown crush on him at this point and medic just thinks this is a super cool crocodile and has absolutely ZERO idea what sniper is. so eventually medic has to leave to return home and is like "well my friend, i suppose i should be taking off. thank you for your hospitality!" and leaves and sniper sighs becuase like.. oh well... goodbye.....

but he comes back!!!! becuase he just had to see that crocodile one more time.. ;_;

and sniper wasn't expecting him so he's basking totally naked on his favorite rock in his mid-shift form itching his tummy tanning chewing on a fish he just caught and medic goes to come back and sees.... sniper..,,// sunbathing completely naked... and he's like :///O and ends up kicking a rock quietly and sniper's head shoots up and he slides back into the water and medic's like "WAIT!! WAIT--"

sniper's totally in panic mode and is just sitting at the bottom of the water like bugger bugger bugger bugger and medic's like "what-- was that you?! i know what i just saw, it looked nearly human! what- mein krokodil! are you there?!" and sniper looks at him from under the water and is like sighs. better get this overwith. and re-emerges as his mid shift form and medic like. drops what he was carrying and is like Ohhh my god and sniper lets out a chuff and a purr sound that medic would recognize and medic like. inches closer and sniper tilts his head to the side and medic extends his hand out (and usually in his croc form sniper would rest his lil chin in it) and so he does this time too and medic's like OH MY GOD THIS IS BETTER THAN PLANTS!!!! >:///D and sniper's like >///M//<

AAAAAND i gotta save something for the oneshot i really should write!! EHEHH... >:///) so i hope this scratched your itch!! but there's definitely more to this EHEHE...!!! UWAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING ABOUT MY BUSHMEDS ;__; i actually really adore this one personally so this was really exciting to have an excuse to share it!! ;u; <33

[juicezone]

hi!! for the writing prompts can i request some physical regression with cooper and ward like you mentioned? that’s one of my absolute favorite agere fic tropes :D

(taking bits from here hee hoo) (pspspsps also send me prompts)

"He still hasn't come out yet?"

Ward glanced over at Bones, a look of slight concern crossing the older man's face. Ward shook his head and went back to staring at the closed door, draped over the back of the couch.

Three days ago, a transporter malfunction had somehow scrambled them up. They'd beamed down adults and come back not even old enough for middle school.

Literally.

"He took the dinner I put by his door," Ward pointed out, his voice uncharacteristically soft. The science officer hadn't been too bothered, mostly annoyed at not being able to work. He relished the opportunity to genuine be eight though. He'd spent the past few days at least partially regressed.

"Just give him space, kid. I know you're worried, but..." Bones trailed off. With a sigh, he patted Ward on the shoulder again and went back to work in the kitchen.

Bones was probably right. Cooper was a way more private person than he was, but... the idea of leaving Cooper to be miserable on his own was making Ward miserable. Quietly, Ward made up his mind. He gathered Lieutenant Gale under his arm, the blanket off the couch, and he crept towards the door.

"Coop?" Ward was quiet, not wanting to bring the attention of Bones on him. The room was fairly dark, the faintest glow possible coming from the dinosaur stickers on the ceiling. Cooper's room was a mess- not at all orderly like he usually kept it.

A faint shuffle caught his attention, and Ward strained to make out where he'd heard it. A click of a lamp lit up a corner of the room, and he caught sight of the other. Cooper peered out of a bundle of blankets, red-eyed and miserable looking.

"Go 'way."

Cooper's voice was rough- Ward had gotten used to his own childish pitch, but he hadn't heard Cooper say anything since the incident. Ward hesitated but crossed the room anyway, sitting down by the pile of blankets. Wordlessly, he held his arms out for Cooper.

"Wan' you t' go," Cooper repeated, though he shifted closer to Ward after a few minutes. He sniffled, rubbing his eyes.

"...Don' want 'Coy."

"That's okay. I wasn't gonna get him, I promise," Ward reassured. The part of his that still felt big was honestly surprised Cooper hadn't thrown him out, honestly. "Can I stay?"

"...Guess'so."

Ward nodded, falling quiet at the response. He honestly wasn't sure what to do, but he didn't want to leave Cooper. He got comfortable on the floor, letting Cooper rest against him.

--

"Told you to let him be, kid," Bones sighed quietly, noticing that the living space had been quiet for far too long. That, and the fact that Cooper's door was cracked made it clear where the other kid had gone. The doctor opened the door a bit more, letting the hall light help him search.

The sight of Ward curled protectively around Cooper, the two of them nestled in the corner, was something that made his heart soften. Cooper had Ward's beloved blue dog carefully clutched in his hands, and it wasn't hard to imagine that the two could have actually been siblings.

Quietly, Bones pulled the most of the way shut, leaving a small crack. He'd leave them be. It'd do Cooper good to not be alone right now anyway.