#( 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.

[plagueislost]

I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ON JASON WING AU THE WAY HIS WINGS CHANGED AND SUCH

do other people who use the lazurus pit experience changes in their wings or was it bc he changed as a person before/after his death

do you think people who go through trauma experience changes in their wings

also what does family preening look like

i am obsessed with the wing au

THANK YOU FOR ASKING I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THIS AU.

i originally got the idea of his wings turning white from that streak in his hair that appeared after the resurrection. i figured hey, if the lazarus waters can do that to someone’s hair, it can probably do that to their wings too, right? it allows for Bruce to not realize Jason is Red Hood for a little bit longer, and it lets you visually separate these two halves of Jason’s life.

I honestly got pretty lucky that pigeons and doves are the same type of bird, and that their symbolic meanings are so contrasting. Jason was a street rat before the resurrection. even after becoming robin, his entire outlook on life was informed by his experience on the streets, and his wings reflected that.

after the resurrection, he becomes in a way haunted by his previous life, and is stuck in a state of grief over what he lost and what he can never again be (robin, bruce wayne’s son, whatever). doves are a symbol of peace, which is a nice contrast to the red hood persona, but they’re also a symbol of grief and mourning (well, technically mourning doves are but shhhhh).

I imagine that since Jason is the first to be revived fully from the dead by the lazarus pits, he is the only one to have experienced significant change in his wings. it’s possible Ra’s might have some white speckling from frequent exposure to the pits, but i honestly haven’t decided yet.

about the trauma causing changes in wings thing, most likely it wouldn’t be anything so drastic like Jason’s change but it can definitely leave lasting effects. i heard somewhere that birds in very stressful situations will over-preen themselves, essentially plucking out perfectly healthy feathers until skin is exposed. This is probably a behavior that would manifest in people in this world too, as a form of self harm. It’d be pretty hard to hide, though, so if someone were trying to keep up appearances they’d likely search for other avenues.

lastly, family preening i’d say is similar to social grooming behaviors in apes or birds. I’m not sure about the social structures behind preening in birds, but i know a lot of species will groom each other in order to bond. We don’t see a lot of social grooming in humans because we’re able to stay rather clean on our own, but i’m sure that would be a different story if we had large appendages in hard to reach places covered in feathers that won’t necessarily fall out on their own when they need to.

social preening would look different on a case-by-case basis, depending on living situations and interpersonal relationships. for example, someone who lives alone would probably invite friends over so they can preen one another in a giant pile on the floor, but a group of people living together wouldn’t need to make an event of it and would just idly groom each other while watching tv or something. people probably sell tools that allow you to get to those hard to reach place on your own if you don’t have anyone to preen you, but they aren’t a huge industry. also, you can go a while without preening before it gets dangerous, but it’s uncomfortable and itchy the whole time. with the Wayne foundation, theres likely preening centers across Gotham where individuals (homeless or otherwise) can get their wings preened if they don’t have anyone to preen them and can’t afford the tools.

Jason is still pretty testy about preening now, but before he reconciled with Bruce, his wings were in a constant state of disrepair. He had the money (from crimelord-ing) to pay for the tools to preen himself, but he wasn’t taking very good care of himself overall during that period, so it took a back seat.

thanks for indulging me with this au you guys have been very kind about it :)

[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—

[lily-claw]

BNHA After The 431 Comic Part 4

Tehe-

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

[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.)

[beachbears]

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

[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.

[quatregats]

‘I think may run in now,’ said Jack. ‘It will do no harm to be before our time, for I should like to stretch my legs a little. In any case, I should like to see him as early as can be; I am uneasy with him ashore. There are times when I feel he should not be allowed out alone; and then again there are times when I feel he could command a fleet, almost.’

- Master and Commander, Patrick O'Brian

Jack you're down so bad you fool

[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

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Can you please share something about Jace and Leander? Everything you've shared about your OCs is so good and I always want to learn more! -@aftgphoenix

Thank you so much. TwT <3 Sorry I'm answering so late. I hope you like this piece. I love it a lot. I wrote it a long time ago but I edited it a lot just now. I'm gonna ramble about them in the tags I think.

LEANDER

Jace and I met on the first day of fourth grade. It was my first day of school ever. Before then I had been taught by a squat, old-fashioned man with an old-fashioned valise full of old-fashioned textbooks. I knew the basics of everything: reading, writing, and French. I could do long division and I had a decent grasp on geography. None of that prepared me for that first day of real school.

I noticed Jace in the back of the classroom when I came in late. (I would always be late when my father was in charge of me getting to school. Always.) I'd been terribly embarrassed, the way one gets when all eyes are on them. The teacher didn't reprimanded me, just smiled and pointed out my desk which had one of those paper labels tapped to it. Leander De la Croix, it said. I had scowled at it, because in my whole life no one had ever said it correctly. Not at first. 'Croy.' That's how they pronounced it. My father hated that, so I hated it.

As I walked over to my desk there was a boy in the back wearing a red t-shirt and a big smile with a hole in it. He waved at me and I blinked back, confused, before looking behind myself. But no one was there. He was waving at me. I gave a sort of smile and waved back before turning to take my seat. And I sat there all day, glowering at the way our teacher had capitalized the 'D' in my last name. My father hated that, too.

First days of school, I learned, were typically boring. Miss Dunn had each of introduce ourselves, which I found strange, and come up with fun facts to share. I told the class my name and that I spoke French. I can't remember what Jace's fun fact had been. Much of the day proceeded the same way. At some point Miss Dunn asked everyone their birthdays and added our names as paper candles to laminated cupcakes she had hung on the wall. My candle was yellow, and it had the October cupcake all to itself.

When it was time for recess I let everyone rush past me to the playground and went to sit by myself in the grass. After ripping a few handfuls of it out of the ground, I was eclipsed by a shadow. It was the boy with the red shirt, smiling from ear to ear. "Hi. I'm in your class. My name's Jace."

"Okay." I said, making his smile waver. He took a steadying breath and swallowed and smiled brighter.

"I read your name off your desk," Jace told me. "Leander de la Croix, that sounds really cool you know."

Croix, he said. Not Croy. I was amazed.

"My last name is Underwood but it used to be something else. I live with my mom and my Aunt Sarah. Hey, are your eyes okay?" Jace asked, making me realize I was squinting up at him.

"It's bright out here," I told him before looking down at the grass under his feet. 

"Then let's go sit in the shade," Jace grabbed my arm and yanked me to my feet before taking me to the treeline at the edge of the playground. There were no other kids there, just us. After he let go of my arm, Jace smiled. "Better?"

"Yeah. Thanks." I said before finding a stick to play in the dirt with. Jace just watched me for a minute, then started rambling about just about everything he knew. He asked me if I liked video games, I told him I didn't. (I didn't have any.) If I liked cartoons. (I wasn't allowed to watch TV anymore. Besides, my father had smashed the screen.) When Jace got truly desperate he asked me my favorite food.

"...Bread." I told him. It was a lie. But it was all I'd eaten in the last few days. So I thought it counted. Jace gave me a look then like he didn't believe me but he smiled.

"I'm going to be your best friend forever."

"Why?"

"Because-" he paused to himself off from saying something. "Because I like you, Leander."

Then he hugged me so tight I couldn't breathe. And sniffed the side of my head. I was mortified because we'd been out of shampoo for a while. My father didn't care to stock up on things as trivial as toiletries. I had been making do with a bar of hand soap.

"Did you just smell me? Do I smell bad?"

"Wha? No, you smell so good," Jace said, still hugging me. He pulled back enough to look me in the face, then sniffed me again. "Like oranges and chocolate."

"That sounds gross."

"It's not. It's not, I promise." Jace said quickly. Then, with huge eyes, "What do I smell like? You gotta tell me."

After a long, confused second, I sniffed Jace. Then I told him he smelled clean and he frowned, even though I thought it was a good thing. The two of us sat under the pine trees and played tic-tac-toe in the dirt with a couple sticks until our teacher called us back. We had to separate in the classroom, but when it was time for us to go to lunch Jace grabbed my hand and held it all the way to the cafeteria. I let him.

When I was handed a tray, I was awestruck at the amount of food I'd been given. Surely it must've been a mistake. But I checked and Jace's tray looked the same, so I let him lead me to our class's table and we sat down to eat. I watched as Jace started tearing open packets of something and squeezing them onto his tray.

"Jace," I said urgently. "What are these things?"

"Huh? Chicken nuggets? You've never had a chicken nugget before?"

"...No. Is it good?"

"Yep, they're awesome. Here, try my barbecue sauce okay?"

So I did. And chicken nuggets were indeed awesome. I ate them so fast I felt like I'd puke, then I started in on the rest of my food. I have no idea what else they'd served that day, but Jace watched me eat and seemed concerned.

"Are you that hungry?"

"I..." I put my fork down and took a breath. "No. No, I just- Sorry, I was rude."

"Nah, you're fine." Jace smiled. After a moment, he pushed his tray closer to me. "You know, I'm not even hungry. My mom made us a big breakfast this morning. So you can have this."

I told Jace thanks. And I ate like a feral animal. I didn't realize until much later that he was lying too.

[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.

[randygrim]

I wanna draw Elise letting Daan try one of her dresses