#( he rambles when he's nervous )

[nyf-archive]

Cullen chuckled softly at Roland's words, nodding softly. "Yes, I was." Wiping some sweat from his brow with the back of his arm, the Commander finished patting some of the soil down further to protect the plants. He then reached over and grabbed a few rods and stuck them in the dirt beside the plants, some hemp string as well, and just gently looped the twine and tied the plant gently to the stick. That would help it from leaning too far and invading it's neighbors space.

"Originally, no. My father was a farmer. Crops, cattle, things of that nature. But then he married my mother who was very much so an elegant woman who bred horses back in her youth." He smiled a bit, thinking of his parents. His mother and father were a distant memory to him. He could still see them standing along the fence, whistling to see who's horses would reach the fence first.

"We started raising the horses to drive the cattle. Made it easier to run them from place to place when they needed sold or to push them from one field to the other to rotate the pastures. It was a nice life. I learned a lot. But I had always wanted to become a Templar. I miss those days before my oath. I didn't realize that until the last year or so." He laughed softly and looked up to Roland, a bit of color dusting his cheeks.

"I have not personally met any halla, but I did help the Inquisitor find the Golden One's trail back in the Graves. Sneaky little bugger he was." He could still see the little thing prancing around, knowing that he was the prettiest out of the bunch. "They are a beautiful creature. Not meant for riding, I fear. Much too small. The harts on the other hand? Something entirely different and terrifying."

As swirling, silver mirrors facing each other dost Roland mimic this dirt-stained Commander; feeling his dimples touching ever-present, his hands becoming caked as he follows movements, places knees and elbows and with that splash of old soil from the bottom of the elfroot’s roots, and plants he it inside that divot with the rest of the healthy crops and with those spreading, fresh flowers all in their bountiful pollen.

Perchance a Thought for Poetry in the wee hours of a silent midnight. The more Cullen speaks, the more is Roland fantastically charmed by him. Elbow to elbow, he confers to plant these beings sweetly into their new homes, listening intently.

“Thou were a farm childe,” says Roland. And he guffaws brightly. “The chocolate smell of the stables and the whickering of the horses amidst the fresh hay brings many a fond mem’ry of sweetened eves and aweful, bird-like Mornings. My favored is the Free Marches Ranger,” shares he sincerely.

“Were thy family breeders?” asks Roland curiously, and he dallies to another pot, squat in his crouching meander. “Admittedly the only quadruped beasts hath I met were of the Halla, until recently, by mine own Clan within that short Year. Hast thou e’er met a Halla?” inquires Roland.

[introspectivememories]

lukanette future au where luka has a concert in paris and mari's friends drag her to it. and she barely knows who's on stage and then he comes out and they both catch sight of each other. and luka's grown into a fine young man, filled out in all the right places, with tattoos trailing all over his body. and she makes eye contact and there's something in his eyes, some emotion she can't quite place. he looks a lot like he did when he had to leave the first time around. and luka wasn't expecting this. this was supposed to be a standard concert in his hometown. she's never come to his concerts before, why now? except there she is, in a top and bottom that he just knows she designed, staring up at him from the front rows. she gives him a tentative smile and all of sudden it's like he's 17 again, freefalling into love. all of a sudden he's 17 again, and she's the melody he cant get out of his head. he's 17 again and twirling her around is the most exquisite thing he does, making her laugh, watching her rant and rave, sharing food with her by the seine is the highlight of his days. maybe he never stopped being 17. the crowd is confused now and his guitarist comes up to nudge him. and as he shakes himself out of it, he makes sure to catch her eye. i'm sorry, he says, every single song is about you. the music kicks in and his mind goes blank. maybe he'll always be 17.

[chibishortdeath]

Ya know, Castlevania tackled the concept that life after defeating Dracula could be difficult for a Belmont with Richter feeling like he’d lost all purpose and reason to go on living if not for saving others and fighting against something—

But, do you think any of them before him felt that way too?

I mean it sounds kind of miserable, being raised your whole life to be solely relied on for one moment… and then what? How do you handle the sudden shift to ‘not being needed anymore’? Evidently, most of them didn’t have very much happen to them after the events of their games since we don’t get to know—

But, do you think any of them ever got better? Do you think anyone before Richter ever learned how to live for themselves? Did Richter?

Anyway it’s 8 PM and I’m sitting around wondering if any of the Belmonts were still happy after their happy endings (debatable if certain ones got happy endings tbh but anyway), Konami can u check on them, I’m worried—

[avenin7]

Rito Link lovers rise!!

seriously though, here’s a few scribbles I’ve been thinking on lately that have me emotional. I think Revali blindsiding Link with a courting gift would completely throw him for a loop. Dating a champion while being a ‘nobody’ I wonder if Link might be more insecure. Link has never read as an insecure character to me personally but I like toying with different ideas and concepts.

(in this story idea I imagine that Link grew up in the village, never became a soldier and probably works at the general store or in fabric making {getting back at his Hateno roots}. I use the term hen because I hc that Link is trans but because of growing up away from the forced hero mould his gender expression is a lot more relaxed and flowy. He views himself masculine yes but also just as much feminine. A both-and situation.)

[flushwithdarlings]

I haven't told the Neil Newbon elevator story so I'm gonna tell the Neil Newbon elevator story.

So earlier this year, I attended the bg3 BAFTA masterclass and I may have gotten a smidge inebriated at the reception afterwards when I thought that it would be a wonderful idea to calm my nerves by drinking champagne on an empty stomach.

It was not a wonderful idea. Drinking all that champagne did not calm my nerves, it only made me really need to pee and the world kind of spinny. I am now tipsy and nervous. So, I walk in what I hope is a vaguely straight line to the lift and press the up button because that's where the loos are and I am not stumbling up the stairs of BAFTA HQ. BAFTA HQ has too many stairs (I would complain about this later with Halsin's actor, Dave Jones).

There is no queue, the lift is mercifully fast and I am extremely grateful except the issue is:

when the doors open, the actor of my favourite character, Neil Newbon himself is inside and the surprise of it must override the alcohol in my body because I make the split second executive decision to absolutely not make a fool of myself in front of Neil Newbon.

Except I do make a fool of myself in front of Neil Newbon because I kind of just stand there, apparently looking so visibly gormless and deer-in-the-headlights that he starts laughing.

So anyway I took the stairs.

[beachbears]

I made these like a year ago for a friend group presentation and I never had the guts to post them until now

[ask-the-colony-tree-siblings]

To Hunter and Artificer

Do any of you plan on visiting your creator?

Artificer: Nah, there’s no point.

Hunter: …Probably not.

Hunter: Not that I’m scared to go back or anything! I-It’s just that he definitely thinks I’m dead from the rot that he… gave me… but it was an accident and it was Arti’s fault anyways so I don’t care about that! Besides, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t want to see me if I wasn’t planning on staying and being a messenger again. A-And I mean, I did try to go back to him when I first got to the colony but Gourmand wouldn’t let me leave…

[tiredtaffy]

obsessed with him. i’ll explain why i make him like this under the read more. this WILL be long so uh get ready for that. there WILL BE SPOILERS FOR KITTEN BURST UNDER. if you aren’t okay with that do not click.

okay so i have a lot of thoughts about kitten burst (it is a good game go play it NOW if you haven’t >:D) but my friends @buginyourcomputer and @larachnae watched me stream it and when hugo came up i voiced him like i did most of the others.

however during his speech i made him such a soggy, pathetic man. voice cracking as he mentions how he’s learning perspective transitions and asking m0lly how many peopled liked his speech and asking how many views he has, near tears. just a complete and utter clown. we thought the bit was fucking hilarious so we continued with it but. the sogginess seems to be supported by his character.

look at these lines and TELL ME that DOESN’T radiate sogginess.

hugo has more lines that are like pathetic as fuck but i’m not willing to go through the whole thing again to get the screenshots. he’s so beloved to me though. whines at you that he’ll kick you if you disrespect his dogecoin (i mean hapicoin) again. he’s being an awful person in the time you see him but in the ending where you merge the planes he changes for the better. he can BE a good person and i wish we could see that side of him. the bitterness he must have felt the whole time, the same way del and eclips and 0rator and literally EVERYONE felt, and causing the most damage must have led to such guilt. not knowing where hapi is, the cat that changed his and everyone else’s lives, never being able to truly apologize. trying to reconnect with all of shiver or at least canonically s4br afterwards. he extended his reach and felt sorry enough that s4br of all people believed he changed. i think of him a lot outside of my “haha soggy. sogged up cryptobro. with your stupid fucking segway.” jokes. all that said here is soggy wet cat hugo.

[squeeblub]

after lots of thinking (becoming the mayor of yapsville in discord vc w bro until we came to a consensus), i need to speak my truth.

solangelo is more fun if will is codependent and lowk a stalker

[bakersdaughter21]

one thing that i’m always just begging for is one of the OG Dads (granddads) to look at one of the grandkids and just go “Oh you must be Henry’s/Darryl’s/Ron’s/Glenn’s grandkid” OR JUST AS IMPORTANTLY “oh you must be Sparrow/Lark’s/Terry’s/Grant’s/Nick’s kid”. I want the dads to recognize their friends in their descendants. I want them to recognize their friends KIDS in their descendants. I want them to see them still creeping through the next generation. I want them to say it like it’s so obvious, like it’s so easy to recognize parts of their longtime friends in their family

[cheemscakecat]

Medic’s new name.

So it has come to my attention that Medic’s canon first name is now Herbert. And that’s understandably tripping people up because he really doesn’t look like one.

So here’s my take/headcanons/ramble:

RED Medic’s paperwork says his name is Herbert. This includes everything he signed to work for the Administrator, and any actual American legal documents that he might have signed to move there.

The Administrator has people under her, like Ms. Pauling, that keep track of the mercenary files, and they would know the name Herbert is on his documents.

But Dr. Ludvig doesn’t really think about his first name at all anymore. In his own thoughts, he calls himself Ludvig. To the rest of the team, he’s Medic, or Doktor, or Doc, or Dr. Ludvig.

It’s not that he doesn’t remember his own name. He knows that Herbert is just an American first name that he decided to put on his legal documentation for the US.

But in a way, Friedrich Ludvig died in the 30s. When the last of his sane living relatives was murdered. He was known by his first name, his real first name, by them. Affectionately.

For the next couple of years after that, he went by many false names. Until he was done getting revenge. He left his real name, his real medical license, next to Mengele’s skeleton-less corpse for the Germans to find. Ludvig disappeared into the forests of Europe without a trace.

Until the Admin decided to track him down and offer him a job. A job away from regular people, whom he didn’t see himself fit to be around. Ludvig figured that one day, he’d truly lose his mind. But he’d be around mercenaries capable of taking him down if they needed to.

He has a reputation amongst BLU mercenaries as somebody not to be messed with. And sometimes he picked up on his own team treading lightly around him. But Medic knew that even if Team Fortress failed to stop him one day, the Administrator would eventually grow tired of it and send somebody who would succeed.

Ms Administrator had always seemed sane. Evil and secretive and grouchy, but sane. It was a shock to see her like this. Especially when she was his last line of defense if he ever cracked.

Revenge had changed Friedrich Ludvig, yes but.. His had a beginning and an end. His hate was finite, and though he felt some against Team Classic, it paled in comparison.

Ms Administrator’s hate had driven her even more insane than him. Ironically, it was not him that needed to be taken down, but her.

He was stopped from intervening by Heavy. And deep down Medic knew that was the right decision, even though he was torn.

He and Mikhail knew when to walk away from the men they hated. She didn’t, not even after 100 years. The Admin was simply too far gone, far enough that even Ms Pauling could see it.

But Ludvig turned out not to be too far gone, not even 7 years later.

[oddly-casual]

I think Mutant Mayhem is the first tmnt propriety to make Leo my favorite turtle right off the bat.

Not that I don’t like Leo anywhere else, but usually it takes me like a second rewatch or something to really pick apart Leo’s character in full to appreciate him- and even then he’s usually not my favorite.

But MM Leo is my favorite for reasons I cannot identify.

Maybe it’s the way he walks, his cringe fail personality, I don’t know but I care about this loser so much.

Idk he cares so much abt his siblings despite the fact that they can be so mean to him sometimes. He is also the one who continually pushes to do the right thing when theres nothing (or even sometimes worst things) to gain from it.

Even his attempts at being cool come off as dorkish but it’s charming in a way only little kids can be. In a ‘you’re doing your best sweetie’. Leo is a single mother of three while also being a teenage boy, that takes work.

He’s such a silent but calculating character, ironically when he doesn’t try so hard and does what he feels is right he gets the best results (ie his leader speech, the plan to be accepted, gaining the acceptance of other mutants) for all his fumbling and try hard attitude he has such natural potential it’s insane.

[becauseplot]

Anyway for entirely justifiable reasons (<-is a glutton for angst) I need Chayanne and Tallulah to be present when the hummingbirds come around or a note about the 'wise old crow' appears in their house, causing qPhil to have one of his derealization/reality-questioning episodes. I need it. I need it to happen SO bad. Because they’ve seen Phil get roughed up in a fight, they’ve seen him angry, they’ve seen him wary and even nervous, but they have NEVER seen him doubt like that.

People have already made posts talking about how the cage-for-a-cage/child-of-the-sky stuff has been particularly rough on qPhil, who relies heavily on his constant vigilance, keen senses, and hyper-awareness of his surroundings for reassurance. He's the kind of guy who walks into a room and has already charted at minimum two escape routes by the time he takes a seat, you know? He sees and processes and stores information on everything, at all times, and he uses this to act in the best interest of his and his loved ones' collective survival.

His kids see this side of him too, most significantly in the ways that he looks after them: always keeping an eye on the back of the group, never far from Tallulah, and constantly analyzing Chayanne's fighting style to give helpful critique to optimize his attacks. Chayanne and Tallulah know that everything he's ever done was to protect them. Also, he's always there to offer them advice when they're feeling lost, and even if he doesn't have all the answers they need, he gives enough reassurances and promises to put their minds at ease. Phil is confident in what he knows. In their eyes, he is strong. He is a fortress, safe and impenetrable.

You could say that about a lot of children's perceptions of their parents/guardians/mentors. The older, guiding forces in our lives always seemed strong and infallible to us as kids. That's why it was always unnerving to see them get sick, or get stressed, or cry. Observing weakness in those people felt so, so wrong because we never considered the fact that they were capable of it; it was just impossible.

So, the situation: Phil is suffering in a way that makes him question the very same reality that he was a master of not too long ago. Whenever it happens, he goes quiet, looks around, mutters to himself, breathes shakily, fidgets. He is visibly unnerved and uncertain.

If Chayanne and Tallulah are there, they're gonna notice---they're perceptive, just like him. I'd imagine they'd try to ask him if he's okay, and he'd reassure them that he's fine, and maybe that's enough the first time. But, as more incidents arise, and as time goes on, they start to see more of this out-of-nowhere uneasiness, fear, from him, which is worrying, especially because he won't tell them why.

NOW. Phil has been upfront about a lot of things with Chayanne and Tallulah in the past. For example, during the height of the code attacks, Phil told them everything he ever learned about the codes, every single new development, to ensure that his kids were well informed and prepared. He was frank about the threat on their lives because to sugar-coat anything would be doing them a disservice. It was important they knew all of the cold, hard facts, even if it took away even more of their precious childhood innocence. He values their happiness, but safety comes first. It has always come first.

But this is different. It's not cold hard facts. Phil doesn't know what to believe anymore. When the hummingbirds come around and his reality comes into question, he doesn't know what is real, what he can trust, what is fact. His senses have been compromised. Hell, he's still trying to convince himself that he's not going crazy when all evidence seems to suggest that he's losing his goddamn mind. He doesn't know what to tell his kids, so he tells them nothing.

So now here stands Chayanne and Tallulah. There is something that is scaring their dad, and he won't tell them what is, so on top of the knowledge that their unwavering father is, in fact, capable of true, genuine fear, he's suddenly keeping things from them. Their dad is keeping things from them because he is scared. And I can't imagine a realization more terrifying than that.

[groovylittleclown]

Wowie!! Look at that!! Mack made the Elite Trine in Pony Town!!

They have cutiemark things too!! Starscream has a star, Skywarp has a cloud, and Thundercracker has a lightning bolt!!

I also made them little holiday costumes and a second Screamer where he has a crown!

I'm really really proud of them!! I've been hanging out around the gravity falls section as Skywarp because my friends like to go as Bill and Ford!!!

Also the campsite as Starscream when all the bubbles get to be a bit too much.

If you find me, say hi!! I'd love to be friends!!!

[blue-jisungs]

sometimes i wonder if someone genuinely finds me pretty

[raayllum]

We haven’t seen each other in two years. Don’t you think that’s worth staying up a little past your bedtime? I’m tired. [A look of disappointment crosses Rayla’s face.] Fine. What do you want to talk about?