#( 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.

[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.

[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

[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!!!

[motherforthefamicom]

killing him with my mind (affectionate)

[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?

[picnicbitchsokka]

when “how stupid do you think i am?” “pretty stupid” turns into…

“how stupid do you think i am?” “well to be honest you’re not stupid and you have your little moments here and there, but i wouldn’t call you stupid stupid. and about the “pretty” part, I originally meant it to mean quantity to indicate how stupid you are and the joke was that you are more stupid than you think and you didn’t laugh so i guess it wasn’t “pretty” funny heh but now the word “pretty” has a different meaning since we’re friends now and you’re obviously gorgeous inside and out but don’t think too hard about that coming from me cause we’re just friends and i would hate to ruin a perfectly good platonic relationship we have with each other and i don’t want you to think you’re not pretty cause you are and i’m actually the stupid one-“

“stop.”

[redlenai]

So, this time playing Strangetown I had Nervous interact with Olive while he was at the Beaker house.

(Pardon I have a terrible habit of not taking screenshot at all of my gameplays)

Their exchanges were mostly chatting through the computer and sending emails. Yet they developed a friendship, Olive tried to call some times but Loki and Circe didn't allow Nervous to receive calls, they even lectured him for that!

As time went on, Nervous continued to be experimented on. One day he went outside the Beaker Castle and stargazed to forget the events of the day, the SensoTwitch Lie Finder more than anything.

He had the horrible luck of being struck by a satellite.

When I went to the Specter house, Olive rolled a want to resurrect Nervous, of course this was a little bit of cheating but I let her retire, then made her work at the Paranormal career to gave her the Resurrect-O-Nomitron to do so, and oh boy she did resurrect him.

The days went by, Ophelia became friends with Nervous, Olive sent all tombstones to Dead End Cemetery. So no ghosts to scare Ophelia and Nervous, they already struggled enough.

Ophelia went to College then it was just Nervous and Olive on her last days. With such a high aspiration level, Olive died of old age, Grim took her by his side.

Then I built this little altar for her.

My Nervous is currently engaged to Pascal and the house was redecorated a bit so it was more child-friendly.

Tycho now has a pool, lots of toys scattered around the house, some even handmade by Nervous and there is one extra room in case they adopt / Pascal ends up abducted again.

[grahammmzcrackerrz]

Need to get him chastity so he doesn’t have to worry about messing up whenever he’s denying for me 😋

[meraki-yao]

Went swing dancing, danced with a lovely guy named Alex and dancing with him was so charming that I'm going to write a firstprince fanfic on it where Henry is me