#(i had a LOT of fun with this...thanks for the fantastic food as always)

[pridepoisoned]

The vibrations in the air are familiar, and start as low thrums in more open hallways and empty spaces. They start over a period of days, the mild aural sound like audible heat distortions.

The hours pass and those thrums turn into deep droning noises, though there's nothing that picks them up as audible.

And then it ebbs and flows like the slow undulation of waves, the feeling of a massive presence that could not be quantified. Titanic does not even begin to describe the vastness of that feeling.

"Hear me," it says- though it does not use words, "I come. I am coming. For you."

The vibrations in the air are familiar, subtle, tickling the edges of Eris's senses and dislodging old, buried memories. During busy workdays, the Devon ascendant finds herself coughing more frequently, heavy breaths catching in her throat and interrupting her charismatic siren songs addressed to the business elite. During sleepless nights, she tosses and turns, wrestling with an unknowable, uncomfortable pressure. (It's as if something is perpetually perched atop her chest. Weighing her down.)

It doesn't take long for the paranoia to set in. Eris's perfectly-composed mask starts to stretch and tear at the seams, revealing pockets of anxiety, bitterness, and anger.

A disorienting dizziness confines her to the underground labs, where she can at least suffer in peace. And then one day, surrounded by backlit screens and eerie contraptions, the 'reformed' researcher's bloodshot eyes fly open in a clarifying moment of recollection. Chain.

She remembers this feeling. Arceus, it's like being thrown back in time. Back when Galactic was standing on the precipice of everything, the leashed god-forms at their supposed beck and call.

(But Jupiter knew that they had never truly been in control. Atop the Pillar, the pressure nearly suffocated her as she fought off Sinnoh's 'heroes' in a tag battle that seemed to stretch on for a painful eternity, surroundings folding over each other like a horrifying kaleidoscope as time and space writhed around them all. It hurt so much.)

And yet, Jupiter still fought for him--fought for their vision, blinded by false promises and her insatiable ambition. When the foundations of their imagined empire had collapsed, she glimpsed an opportunity to disappear amidst the fallout, easily molting her 'Commander' title to make a grand escape and continue her personal evolution into a more monstrous entity...

However, the pendulum always tends to swing back around...and now Eris's past--burdened with all of her sins--is rushing back with nauseating force. Her pulse thuds against her temple as she stumbles out into the deserted, restricted-access hallway, lab coat rumpled and glasses askew. The corridor's darkness seems to stretch on forever, the cold walls bending inwards.

Eris knows this oppressive feeling, but hasn't reckoned with it since a lifetime ago. A delirious laugh escapes from her mouth, and when she speaks, her normally-saccharine voice cracks.

"...It's been a long time," the former commander calls out, her voice echoing, echoing, echoing endlessly down the expanse. She can't see a thing. Her knees shake with equal parts anticipation and fear, yet a wolfish smile still plays on her face. Still so starved for knowledge, even if it means her end--maybe this is all just one, unfurling dream.

"I need to know what you want from me. I thought that I left everything behind."

(Despite her confidence, Eris's leg twitches, always ready to bolt, to escape. Ever the slippery snake.)

[vodika-vibes]

Congratulations on 800 followers! 🎉

Sorry for sending this early, my time zone just reached midnight, but please don't rush into writing this! <3

Could I please request a fluff/SFW bonfire night with the Fantastic Commander Fox?

Thank you so much in advance and again, congratulations! I love your fall prompts! ❤️

Finally Warm

Summary: You and Fox go camping, and he’s less than thrilled. But you know how to bring him around.

Pairing: Commander Fox x F!Reader

Word Count: 1148 (I';'m not even sorry, it's Fox day)

Prompt: Bonfire (and camping)

Warnings: None

A/N: So this isn't the exact prompt, largely because I've never been to a bonfire before but so far as I'm aware bonfires are supposed to have lots of people. So this is a mix of bonfire and camping. I hope you don't mind.

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“You’re sulking, love.” You grin at the back of Fox’s head, even as you slide your arms around his shoulders to hug him from behind.

“I am not sulking,” he says, taking your hands in his and bringing your fingers to his lips to press light kisses against the pads of your fingers. “I’m a grown man, and grown men don’t sulk.”

You roll your eyes and press your cheek against his, “Alright, not sulking then. But you are unhappy.”

“I don’t find camping very fun,” He replies flatly.

You hum thoughtfully, “Okay, but we’re barely camping.” You gesture vaguely to the camper you borrowed from a friend, “It’s not like we’re going to be sleeping on the ground.”

He sighs and turns to slide his arms around your waist, “Why can’t we stay in a hotel?”

“Because,” You press your hands against his cheeks, “Hotels cost money and I have none.” He shoots you a disbelieving look, and you laugh, “Okay, I don’t have a lot left right now since I have to pay for the water damage.”

Fox sighs again, “I can’t believe your brother flooded your home and then just let it sit.”

“Really? I can.” You scan his face and frown. Going by the look on his face, he won’t enjoy this at all. 

It’s fair, you suppose. For him, camping probably always means campaigns and long months sleeping in the cold and eating rations. By comparison, for you camping has always meant laughter and good food.

Well, you just have to bring him around to your way of thinking.

The friend you borrowed the camper from has always been a bit excessive. So much so that they have a firepit for a personal bonfire.

You once asked if it was necessary, and they just laughed and said that life is short so do what you want.

In any event, the bonfire might make him enjoy this.

Hopefully.

You squirm out of his embrace and press your hands on his chest, “Alright, you go and get changed into something more comfortable, I packed some casual clothes for you, and I am going to start the fire pit.”

Fox releases one more sigh, but he drops a kiss on your cheek and then turns to head into the camper. As soon as the door clicks shut behind him, you spin and turn your attention to your next target.

The Fire Pit.

Luckily, you do know how to light it, and even more lucky, everything you need is already stored in the camper. So it takes you a matter of minutes to have a fire dancing merrily in the fire pit.

And, by the time Fox decides to rejoin you outside, you’ve managed to beat the lounge chair into submission by the fire, and you’re trying to figure out if the skewers that you’re friend had stored under the camper were clean or not.

“Well, this looks cozy, I guess.” Fox admits as he walks around the fire pit to drape his arms over your shoulders, “If nothing else, it doesn’t look like we’re going to be roughing it.”

You grin at him, “Come on, Foxy. Do I look like the type of lady who enjoys roughing it?”

He grins wide enough that his eyes crinkle at the corners, “So sorry, your highness.”

You huff and elbow him lightly, “I think we should wash these before we try’n use them.” 

“Try’n?” He lightly prods your side, “Is that proper Basic? Or is that Hicktown Basic?”

You press a hand against your chest dramatically, “Are you mocking me for my accent, Commander?”

He leans in and kisses the tip of your nose, “Mm, only a little.”

“I’m hurt. Hurt and offended. So hurt and offended, in fact, that I shan’t kiss you for the next 24 hours.”

“That’s okay,”

You sputter, “Fox!”

He drops his head to glide his lips up your jaw, “You said you weren’t going to kiss me, not that I couldn’t kiss you.” You feel Fox grin against your skin, “I bet I can make you break that oath.”

“That’s not fair though.” You mutter under your breath, “You could ask me to murder you and I’d do it.”

You feel him laugh against your neck, “Right, right. I forgot that you’re pathetic.”

“See, now you’re just being mean.”

You shiver when you feel his tongue slide down the column of your throat, “I’m sorry, mesh’la. Forgive me?”

You wrap your arms around him, and tangle both of your hands in his curls, “You ask that like there’s any possible way for me to stay angry at you.” He really does have the prettiest curls, prettier than Thorn’s even.

“I know,” Fox replies smugly. He pulls back and lightly bumps his forehead against yours, and you’re pleased to note that his foul mood seems to have vanished since he changed into his lounge clothes.

Actually. The mood flip was surprisingly quick. Suspiciously quick, even. You narrow your eyes at him, “You cheered up right quick.”

“I did some snooping when I was inside. Specifically in that pretty white box with the red ribbon.” His grin widens, “Shimmersilk, mesh’al? And lace? You spoil me?”

Your jaw drops, and you sputter for a moment, “M-maybe I didn’t buy that to wear for you. Maybe I bought it to wear for Thorn.”

He looks thoughtful for a moment, “If you do, can I be there to watch him throw a blanket over your head? Because it sounds hilarious.”

“How do you figure—?”

“Thorn is more afraid of me than he would be attracted to you,” Fox replies, his voice somehow even more smug. The jerk. “So, shimmersilk?”

You pout at him, “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“It can still be a surprise. I can still pretend to be surprised.” He plasters a look of surprise on his face, “Wow! I’ve never seen that before—”

You push him lightly and then squeal when he spins you into his arms, “You’re the worst,” You announce through a laugh.

He grins mischievously, the expression making him look his actual age, “I love you.”

You press your hands over his face, your face burning with flustered embarrassment, “You’re only saying that now because you know it embarrasses me.”

“Oh, absolutely. And because I mean it.” His voice is slightly muffled, but you can still hear him, “Come on, mesh’la. Move your hands and let me get a kiss.”

You consider him for a moment, and then pull your hands away from his face so you’re able to lean in and catch his lips with your own, “Love you too, Fox.” You mumble against his lips.

And then any further conversation is unnecessary, as Fox settles himself on the lounge with you laying on top of him, and the pair of you spend the evening enjoying each other’s company.

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[rhinocio]

That long reply post you made to the post about commenting on art you love really explained a lot and I was wondering if you had any ideas of maybe a line or two I could put after my fics to tell people that I want them to be weird on main and encourage them to keysmash in my comments. You’re right, some of the best comments I’ve ever gotten were keysmashes, screams, and curse words.

Thank you for writing all of that.

Heck yeah, dude! I get the sense that folks who are used to transactional internet culture are extremely nervous about putting themselves out there, even when prompted, so the key to encouraging interaction is to encourage it repeatedly, and everywhere you can.

Personally, I headline all my AO3 fics with, "Comments, critiques, and keysmashes are always welcome and encouraged!" If you're in a smaller fandom, writing about a more commonly-beloathed ship/concept, or just get the sense your readerbase might be especially young or shy (or both), then adding reassurances like, "I'm a super chill person, I love when people go feral in the comments, long strings of AAAAAAAA are fantastic, I promise I'll be thanking you if you point out spelling mistakes, etc" will go a long way.

(Honestly, the text you've sent me is already great! "I love when my readers are weird on main; some of my best fic comments ever have been keysmashes and screaming. Please come at me with your most unhinged commentary! And chill commentary too lol. Both are good."

Tangential thought: you could probably do like the social media scrubs do and give your readers a prompt. "If you made it to the end of the chapter without crying drop a comfort food emoji in the comments for all the rest of the readers who did!🍪" Feels a little less personal to me, but also we gotta adapt-overcome-innovate, and this kind of familiar language / scripting might make it easier for younger readers to involve themselves.)

Also! Reply to comments! When I first started writing on AO3 I was leery of messing with the stats on my fic listings, but frankly, making your comment section a fun place to be is so much more important than the numbers. If you make an effort to reply even to the comments that are just single emoji, you earn reader trust. Folks can get a sense of your personality and vibe by reading through the comment section, and start to believe you want them there, when even their "<3" gets a "Hey [name], good to see you again! Thanks for showing your love!"

tldr capitalism is a fuck and made the internet scary so you gotta treat your fandom brethren like the skittish creechurs they've been bullied into being

[skylarsblue]

✦Random Sinclair Headcanons✦

(I was bored and I have nowhere else to put them)

Lester's got a slight allergy to certain citrus fruits. It's not terrible, but it did get stuff like orange juice banned from the house when the brothers were younger. But that's Bo's favorite. So he always has a jug specifically for himself in the house since Lester's no longer living with them.

Vincent's hair is well kept in turns of how he washes it, but their lifestyle ruins it constantly. Some parts of Vincent's hair is a lot shorter than the rest cause he got too much wax caught in it, so they have to snip a strand. It's like terrible layers.

All the brothers have bad teeth, Bo's looks the best on the surface, but mans got at least 8 fillings in the back.

Bo is shit at telling people's accents, Vincent's decent at it. But Lester? Somehow he's the gibberish translator. Someone could come through with the most unintelligible accent and he'll somehow know what they're saying.

I've said Bo can play piano, and so can Vincent, but they're more adept with the violin. Lester can probably tear shit up on the harmonica

Vincent's art mediums are; wax sculpting(duh), painting, and charcoal.

Bo's art mediums are; photography, musical(though he dropped that one), and he used to be pretty good at pen doodles(but he dropped that too, fuckin' thanks Trudy)

Lester's art mediums are; scavage-crafting, wood/bone carving, and scrapbooking.

Bo had a phase where he was really good at producing poems/poetic song lyrics. But he stopped doing it because he got made fun of once. Basically anytime he does anything artistic, he drops it, because he gets made fun of or told Vincent is better.

Bo & Lester bond over old cars and Lester knows a good amount about cars because of it. By proxy, Bo knows a lot about Lousiana wildlife thanks to Lester.

Lester & Vincent bond over sculpting & carving. I think almost everyone agrees Vincent's dual dragon knives were carved from bone that Lester found.

Lester wasn't good in school but mans was fantastic in woodshop. He outdid everyone. Without even trying! Fuck a bird house, get a bird MANSION.

Vincent's an insomniac, Bo's got night terrors, and Lester is the type to wake up every hour. What's funny is that when they were younger, Bo was the insomniac, Lester had night terrors, and Vincent was the one who woke up every hour. They all switched problems somehow.

They all have two matching moles on their lower ribs and right beside their belly button.

Bo's first job was at a mechanic's shop, Vincent's was at a music shop, and Lester's was at a gas station. Bo was fuckin' trash at customer service, Vincent silently judged people's music choices, and no one talked to Lester(sadly).

Lester makes all his food too damn spicy. He adds spice to already hot things. Both his brothers think he's a demon as they watch him add chili flakes to things.

Bo hates reality TV, but in the way that he'll stick around to watch it and yell at the TV if he sees it on. It's actually pretty funny.

There is one mixtape in Lester's truck, it's the only one he listens too, and it's an old one he stole from Bo when they were teens. Bo still wonders where it went but Lester refuses to tell him.

Bo says he hates hugs but somehow gives the best ones. They're like, engulfing dad hugs with the perfect amount of pressure. Lester's hugs are a bit too tight but it's cute. Vincent's are soft and delicate, like a blanket.

If Bo's had a night terror and he can't calm down, he'll look for Jonesy. And she'll lay on top of him on the couch until he calms down. Vincent's found them a few times, but chooses not to comment on how Bo holds the dog he swore he didn't want like a teddy bear.

Vincent had a Greek Mythology phase, Bo had a WW2 History phase, and Lester had a Dinosaur phase.

Vincent's favorite colors are beige & lilac, Bo's are midnight blue & charcoal black, & Lester's are fern green & dandelion yellow.

Lester's house is cleaner than the twins, ironically. It's cluttered, yes, but he actually keeps a decent living space. There aren't even coffee rings on his tables, he made his own coasters. He's got a messy job so he likes his house to be clean.

Bo & Vincent don't know how to load a dishwasher. They wash their dishes by hand, but, they also don't cause they hate doing it When the sink is too full, they do rock, paper, scissors. Bo tends to lose.

[b0r3dtod3ath]

hello! the usual necessity to request something for Andrey... anyway I was thinking about an fluff imagine about the reader being a tennis players and she takes her young sister to one of the tournaments, and the little girl is exploring the place and talking to other players and the reader gets kinda of scared because the little girl evaporated from her sight, and when she's searching for her she founds her with Rublev. Ps: this idea came from my little obsession with my favorites tennis players with children and I just saw some pictures of him with children and my heart melted. LOOK AT THIS MAN (love your work 🫶)

an: I have to be honest, Nini carries my Rublo writings : ) All hail the queen 🙏 Thank you!

You shifted your grip on the tennis racket, concentrating on the upcoming training session. Your little sister, Lily, was bouncing with excitement, her big eyes wide as she took in everything around her. At just seven years old, this was her first experience with tennis, and you felt a mix of nerves and excitement at the thought sharing this part of your life with her.

"Now, stick close to me, alright?" you said, playing with her hair. She nodded eagerly, but you could tell by her eyes that her mind was already a million miles away.

As practice neared, you crouched down to get Lily's full attention. "I'm going to warm up a bit. Just stay right here, okay? I'll be back soon". You hoped she could sit in audience for not too long and not cause any problems.

Lily nodded again, already entranced by the players on the nearby courts. You went to the court, glancing back occasionally to ensure she sat near the court.

When you returned from your warm-up, your heart skipped a beat—Lily was gone. Panic went through you. You searched, calling her name, and asked everyone nearby, "Have you seen a little girl with brown hair and a bright pink dress?".

Your mind raced with worry, imagining all kinds of scenarios. You looked through the courts, food stands, and souvenir shops, desperately looking for her.

Just as you were about to alert security, you spotted a familiar figure in the distance. Andrey, was leaning down beside a bench, gesticulating and talking with a little girl who looked just like Lily. Relief flooded through you as you sprinted over.

"Andrey!" you called, breathless. He and Lily turned to face you.

"Y/N!" Lily shouted, running over to hug you. "I made a new friend! Look!" She pointed at Andrey, who smiled warmly at you.

"I found her wandering around," Andrey explained as he stood up. "She was asking a lot of questions about tennis".

"Thank you," you took a big breath and smiled softly at your sister "I was so worried”. 

Andrey chuckled reassuringly. "No problem at all. She's quite the little tennis fan”.

Lily beamed. "He told me all about his training and even showed me some cool tricks with the racket. And he gave me a tennis ball!".

You exhaled, finally calming down. "I'm glad you had fun, but next time, stay closer to me, okay? I was really scared when I couldn't find you”.

"I'm sorry," she said, glancing at her shoes. "I just wanted to see everything”.

Andrey squatted down to her level. "You need to stay with your sister, but you can always find me if you have more questions about tennis or are feeling bored, alright?"

Lily nodded excitedly. "Deal!"

As you turned away, Andrey nudged you with a grin. "Up for a small match today? As a practice? I have some time to kill, and it might be fun with Lily watching. We can teach her something".

You hesitated for a moment, surprised by his offer. "Really? That would be fantastic. Thank you".

May 25, 2024

[the-guilty-writer]

Pancake Bar War

Request from anon: hotch x daughter reader where they are having a fun day at home and its just a lot of fluff and stuff. i feel like you have been writting a lot of dark stuff lately so maybe this could cheer you up!🤍🤍

Aaron Hotchner x daughter!reader

Summary: Breakfast time in the Hotchner household turns into a delicious disaster.

A/N: This was so refreshing to write! Sorry it’s short! Thanks for looking out for my mental health Anon. It’s truly appreciated ❤️ 

CW: Fluff, food fight

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There’s always a bit of amnesia that comes with waking up in the morning- whether that be the inability to remember what you dreamt of last night, or the split second where you forget what day it is. Most people have both.

You flopped over and looked at your clock. 8:38 AM, Friday. The morning amnesia broke and a smile broke out on your face. You slipped your bare feet into socks and walked down the hall to the kitchen where your dad was already busy making pancakes.

“Morning dad!” You greeted him.

“Goodmorning, sweetheart,” he replied. It was always a joy to wake up to the sight of his own home and members of his own family rather than alone in a hotel room somewhere.

Of course, Hotch had been up for a few hours now- even though working at the BAU made keeping a healthy circadian rhythm nearly impossible, having two kids and a demanding job made it so he always woke up at 6 AM sharp. On a regular day, he would have had to get ready for work and help get you and Jack ready for school, but you had the day off that day.

It was a fantastic excuse to give the rest of the team a well-deserved long weekend. Aaron had some meetings in the afternoon that he couldn’t reschedule, but he was happy to at least have the morning with you. Normally it would have been you and Jack, but your brother and Henry had insisted on a sleepover. Even though Hotch had been reluctant to give up the extra time with his son, it was a chance for him to spend some one-on-one time with you; a rare commodity that he was happy to have.

Between helping Jack with soccer and him still being at the age where Aaron knew how to help him with homework, it was easy to find quality time with his son. He tried his best to spend an equal amount of time with you, but your high school classes sometimes had you buried in double the work he had and your extracurriculars were far beyond his expertise. Sometimes quality time with his only daughter could only come in the form of working and studying in the same room, so he was thrilled that the morning could be dedicated to some much needed time with just the two of you.

“You think Jack will be mad that we did a pancake bar without him?” you asked.

He chuckled. “Jack is probably eating super hero themed waffles right now. I think he’ll be okay.”

Grinning, you pulled the whipped cream and chocolate syrup from the fridge before moving to get the chocolate chips and sprinkles from the pantry. You cut up some fruit and added it to the line up, turning part of the kitchen counter into a toppings buffet for the large stack of pancakes that your dad was beginning to finish up. Leaning against the counter, you took the liberty of connecting your phone to the bluetooth speaker, quietly putting The Beatles White Album on shuffle. You couldn’t help but notice your dad's smile.

“Alright,” he said, putting down a plate stacked with golden-brown pancakes on the counter. “Breakfast is served.”

You grabbed a few pancakes and began to pile on the toppings to your liking, quietly humming along to Blackbird as it echoed in the background. When you were finished, you sat down at the table.

“So,” he began. “What are you planning to do today?”

“They’re running the local market down at the park,” you said. It was something you loved to do when you could- walk around and look at every strange handmade soap, craft, painting, or nick nack that local vendors had to offer. There was always a fun surprise somewhere, and over the years you’d gotten great at finding the market’s hidden treasures.

“I didn’t know they still had that,” your dad said.

“They don’t run it as much as they used to,” you replied. “But since we have the day off school, all the vendors are students. One of my friends asked me to get breakfast with her before she has to set up, but I told her I already had plans with my dad that couldn’t be canceled.”

Your dad chuckled. “Thanks.” He knew the comment was entirely sarcastic in nature, but he couldn’t help but want a little payback. You both finished your breakfast and began the process of cleaning up the kitchen. You were nearly finished cleaning off the counter of toppings when your dad stopped you.

“Wait, sweetheart,” he said. You turned to him. “You have a little something, right… there!”

You hadn’t even noticed that the whipped cream was gone, hidden away in your dads hand so he could leave a dot of it on your nose. Your mouth dropped open in surprise, and then widened into a smile. “Oh you are ON!”

With the bottle of chocolate syrup in one hand, you pointed it towards him, getting a glob of the sticky substance on his shirt before he sprayed more whipped cream at you, causing you to shriek and giggle while the content of the can was emptied in your hair. With all his sugary ammo gone, it gave you the opportunity to move in- squeezing the bottle to attack him with a projectile fountain of chocolate.

But Hotch was nothing if not brave in the line of fire (especially when that fire was a delicious condiment). He playfully grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, both of you laughing as you faked to struggle away from him. The bottle slipped from your hands and landed on the floor with a thunk. 

“I surrender!” you giggled as your dad spun around, making you just dizzy enough that it reminded you of how you used to make him spin you around and around when you were a little girl. “I surrender!”

Your dad chuckled and put you down. Both of your pajamas were stained with chocolate. The sticky feeling of whipped cream coated one cheek and you could feel that it was in your hair. From the look of your dad’s shirt, he would have been the prime suspect in a serial murder case against chocolate bunnies and the syrup was smeared against his face. But his smile was the brightest you had seen it in years.

“Go get ready,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll clean up.”

You went back to your room and began running the shower, knowing it would take a few cycles of shampoo to get the food fight evidence out of your hair. Hotch looked around at the kitchen, sighing but still smiling as he grabbed the cleaning supplies.

You would be late to the market and he would be late to his meeting, but it was worth it.

[lemonisntreal]

Do you have a Tone Deaf version of Clay Calloway?

(Perfectly fine if you don't. I was just curious, plus I love all your redesigns) 🦁🎸

SORRY THIS TOOK FUCKING FOREVER LMAO [been sitting in my inbox since FEBRUARY THIRTEENTH, HOLY SHIT :D]. YEAH, here he is :pppp a solid draft for you

Lowkey [highkey] gave up on the clothing wrinkles on the arms, but I still like how it turned out I think. I don't have much on him in terms of rewrite, but I do have some, so I'll dump it all here under the cut.

I swear I love asks, please feel free to say/ask whatever, I'm just horrible at answering in a reasonable time-frame because I always want to make it this beautiful masterpiece and end up turning all of them into full-on posts- or, at least I want to ~_~

Headcanonssss-

Ash gave him that button off her jacket [probably needs to be resized I'm realizing lol] [also I totally adopted this headcanon from someone elses post- might've been yours. Whoever came up with it I love it <3]

Born during the reformation that happened after the war- basically, nobody was really fighting anymore during this time, but some big people in power were still being stupid [aka: not letting their prisoners go]

So that would be somewhere around 1947? Which would put his age at 61 in my universe [which is in 2008- the times are pretty much random, nothing really lines up irl. Ignore how they use tech and other things that shouldn't have been invented yet lol]

He grew up when the Skunk Dolls were new and popular and stuff. And he loved them- so much that the band actually kinda inspired his music career

[Skunk Dolls also made loads of protest songs btw. War stuff]

Takes a ridiculous amount of care with his mane, and if he lets you touch it, that's a true sign of trust

So the Piglets always like to play with it, and Ash has given him braids a few times

He's had that scruffy red jacket since his early days

I should draw patches on it-

Ash probably'll give him a quill or two to put in it too with all the patches and repair stitches

He wears a lot of plaid, I just didn't wanna draw it <3

Rough and torn up clothes too

Everything he owns has some sort of smudge or tear in it from motorbiking and/or just being himself <3

His ears are pierced in almost every way imaginable, and when Ash found out, she went CRAZY

Cue her getting him to try on a bunch of stuff

He likes wrought iron jewelry and has never been a fan of anything with gemstones in it

Buster is terrified of him, but Clay is just kinda a blunt person and it doesn't mix well with Buster sometimes. They get along eventually tho. There was also some really bad timing with the circumstances of how they even met in the first place too lol-

Johnny is also. Super terrified.

Buster and him are like "Ahhh.... that guy scares the living daylights out of me." "Ohh, thank god it's not just me-"

He has a strange out-of-pocket interest in astrology.

And in herbology and plants in general, but he picked that up from Ruby. Astrology was all his, and it is the one thing he will "nerd out" over

Also the kind of guy to make fun of you for nerding out too

Making fun of people is his love language

So is giving people food

He's not great with his words and can find it hard to express love by just telling someone. Back to the bluntness thing, you can often find him accidentally offending someone and he doesn't even realize it

The troupe very quickly learned this and it's more of an endearing trait of his to them [and to most people who know him]

REALLY good cook. Fantastic, in fact. Probably one of the best chefs out of any of the characters.

Learned the hard way that enlisting Buster's help in the kitchen is a bad idea. Also Ash isn't great either, but he actually tries to teach her some of his recipes. And she's quickly improving

Buster was just being an idiot and forgot you shouldn't microwave tinfoil

Clay travels a lot, but spends most of his time in Calatonia [he technically still lives at his and Ruby's house, but he's super scared of accidentally closing himself off again, so he only visits to check up on the flowers and maintain the property pretty much]

He's like Ash's second [and very cool] dad. Which- also intimidates Buster quite a bit :D

I feel like their dynamic could be a sitcom. Clay is Ash's awesome dad and Buster is Ash's lame [endearing] and oddly unhinged and anxious dad who feels like he has to be as cool as Clay [and always fails heehee]

Clay is more entertained by Buster's ridiculous criminal record than horrified and I don't know if that's worrying or just a classic Calloway W

He's a very nonchalant person

Ruby's death is the only time I can really think he had a legitimate emotional break that wasn't just him being snappy [which is also pretty rare]

Clay's also like an uncle to the Piglets

He's kinda just taken up the role of "super awesome miscellaneous family member" for everyone at this point

He's back performing again after Sing 2- just not frequently or putting out any new songs [on his own at least- he might do a collaboration or two with Ash]

[kirby-the-gorb]

reply roundup!

man apparently these are still hard even when I'm not Literally Dying anymore :v

the sad sale went great, thank you for all the support everyone <3 I bought shelves and makeup and paper star papers and stickers and a new blanket, plus it's helping cover my allowance until my wife starts getting paid. I am already thinking I might do another sale in november just for fun lol

my wife has started orientation at her program and she's having a great time, our partner and I are gonna go down to visit her in a couple weeks :) I also finished rearranging all my furniture now that her furniture isn't here and it only made me terribly ill once!

I am really enjoying everyone singing along on [live and learm], I love enthusiasm <3

on [stars] @korattata said: HEY THATS WHAT I'VE BEEN DOING ALL DAY!!!!! i just started learning last night! its a nice break at work to stop looking at the computer screen. they all still look a bit wonky and i think one of the sheets of paper is too thick but i'm just using paper i got from the supply closet and cut with the paper cutter lol

aw that's so cool! the ones that are like actually packaged for making paper stars are usually a bit thinner than printer paper, like other origami paper, but that also means they tear a lot more easily in the first step if you're not careful, so it's always a tradeoff. what a fun coincidence :>

on [hallway] @thesilentpotato said: the first thing i thought of was the "da dee la da dee la da" krabby patty zoom in scene from spongebob

lol I hadn't thought of that until you said it but you're so right (she is referencing [this scene] from the krusty krab training video for anyone unfamiliar)

(side note thank you to folks who put pronouns in easily findable places so I can refer to you correctly even if I don't know you <3 )

on [birthday] @joekingv1 said: *asks baby what gifts they received and if they would like to read/watch Komi Can't Communicate*

I never really got into komi because one of the side characters really squicks me out, but I have a friend that really loves it, so maybe they've watched it with her! I think they probably got to go somewhere fun for their birthday like a theme park or a zoo, and get a souvenir plush while they were there -u-

on [sheep] @ceylonsilvergirl [added] a different line for kirby, which I still think about regularly lol

on [pills] @minty-spice said: op i hope your health improves and your empire of pills eventually shrinks

thank you <3 honestly I'd be happy with just the first one, I don't mind all the pills so much as long as they're actually helping.

on [crackers] @amatsuki said: made a bunch of cold noodles today with cucumber carrot chicken & sesame peanut soy sauce. the only actual cooking i had to do was boil water and steam chicken

oh hell yeah cold noodles are a fantastic example of a basic food to go feral over. now I want noodles too.........

on [thinking] @adrawrable said: hope you're cozy op

not right now as I type this because it is Computer Work Time, but in general I am So Cozy these days, I have a whole queen bed to myself so it's full of big stuffed animals and fluffy blankets :) (tbh even once my wife moves back here we may just all have individual beds we all seem very comfy this way lol)

on [slam] @jeaniechibi said: we'll be right back ➡️ shshgdtsudtdidh why is every bit of art with a blurr effect so damn funny 🤣

it truly is, I love a thoughtfully applied motion blur (or perspective blur can be funny too) (altho tbh I don't use the perspective blur tool for those I just use separate layers and gaussian blur) (for anyone unfamiliar this is a reference to the eric andre show meme)

on [beehive] @galacticnova3 said: me @ wasp nests minus the frowning, little fellas doing their little fella activities. sometimes they squabble. the thinking man’s reality tv drama

true, true, gotta love little fella activities. personally I feel better observing from a safe distance, but we had a lot of wasps around my childhood home and I didn't really know how to get friendlier than not actively making them mad lol

anonymous asked: That profile is amazing

for some reason I don't feel like I understand, but thank you!

on [sale] @milkymoon-ramblings said: gahh why do so many people have so many cool probducts, the queers are tempting me with their cool swag. however I need to save money for my own cool swag (digital art)

I just love the phrase "the queers are tempting me with their cool swag", so relatable lol (also no worries to anyone who couldn't or didn't want to buy anything, it's not like I needed it to pay bills I just wanted treats :v )

on [solstice] @jaune-chat said: Definitely, the sun can fuck right off. I break into a rash if I get too much sun, and I can't walk outside without full body coverage to some degree or be itching for WEEKS! In order of preference, is fall, winter, spring, summer.

oof yeah my mom gets a bad rash from sun exposure too! I'm fortunate to not have that specific symptom, but dang it seems so inconvenient, especially if you're also sensitive to heat so being covered up puts you at additional risk. personally I rate winter a little higher than fall but otherwise yeah total agreement lol

on [rollerskates] @nexus-nebulae said: @ prev tags i used to daydream constantly about being able to roller skate everywhere because i would constantly think 'rolling would be way easier than dragging my feet everywhere rn' and it took me two months of constantly thinking about that before i realised OH i need a ROLLATOR that would help (<- i am not smart) i haven't actually tried roller skating bc i don't own skates but i have used a skateboard briefly and that also feels better than walking. i wonder.... if the roller skating rink nearby would allow me to use a rollator in the rink with skates on........ probably not lmao

honestly it takes so much to actually realize like "oh a mobility aid might help with this" which is like, a bad thing, but we're just gonna focus on the funny part for now happy disability pride month :v and tbh I think maybe they might let you do it??? cuz like at ice skating rinks they usually have those little penguins or just straight up plastic lawn chairs for people to support themselves on, so I don't think it would be that crazy to go out on the rollarink with a rollator? but also that's just me and I do not run the place or get paid minimum wage to keep people from breaking the place sooo lol

[ominous-feychild]

OC Facts Tag

Thank you for the tag, @honeybewrites!

Rules: Make a list of fun facts about your OCs. Like a headcanon list, if you will! Except it's actually canon lol.

Characters from Sun and Shadow: Freya, Crow, Daleira, Faer

Freya:

Knows a lot about sailing, but has mostly worked on ships by herself. Is she self-taught? Well, kinda--it's because of her dad basically being a god of the ocean. It's literally in her blood, and she's blessed to have good luck on the ocean. Not that it helps her if "luck" doesn't come into play...

Has mostly figured out how to translate three different forgotten languages by using only her own intelligence and libraries

Has anger issues but thinks of herself as a very calm person

Has a lot of nightmares, but remembers very few of them. Doesn't have very many good night's rests

For some reason, half of what she thinks and knows of her past contradict each other...

Sleeps curled up in a ball; likes cuddling with stuffed animals but left it at home when going to Lynsmouth because she thought her fiancé would judge her for it. Joke's on her, it's a fiancée, and she has way more than just one!

Would forgive her dad for his neglect if he just gave a sincere apology, a hug, and spent at least a few months with her every year

Hates standing out

Was previously in a toxic relationship with a man who groomed her. It caused a lot of her modern-day issues. Her dad is not aware of this, and she hopes to keep it that way.

Crow:

Both hates and loves the smell of blood

Forgot how to cry years ago

Is a fantastic actor and liar; thinks their lies are terrible and obvious, but is able to fool even some of the people best at reading body-language

Knows how to fight with two different types of weapons. Also knows hand-to-hand combat--that, and using a simple dagger, are what they're best at

Always has a knife/dagger within reach, but it's usually hidden behind one of their wings or their tail feathers

Their humor is, in reality, an act they put on to make people underestimate them. They are hyper-alert and constantly on guard

Is most comfortable sleeping on top of something spherical; likes wrapping their arms--and so their wings with them--around it, resting their cheek over their shoulder/wing, and splaying their legs out

However, is used to sleeping in terrible conditions. Just always needs to sleep on their stomach; it's painful to lay on their wings

Daleira:

Is almost certainly ADHD and is probably on the spectrum; I'd have to write more of her before I say the last part for sure, though

Doesn't have very many friends and is aware of it; most of the people in her life are either humoring her because they're afraid of her or because they want political power

Her obsession with magic originated from her trying to figure out if she could change what she is--aka, stop being a faerie and turn human

She's terrified of her own magic and refuses to use it. Most of the magic she uses in-story is during moments of panic (ie, used on reflex) or through a conduit

If she ever managed to "turn human", would cry for weeks about no longer being able to shapeshift. Her ability to shapeshift is one of the few things she likes about being a faerie

Has never been in a relationship before

Doesn't like to sleep because she's afraid of what her magic will do while she's unconscious. Lucky(?) her, she can literally make it so she doesn't have to sleep

Wishes she had a sibling or other people to relate to

Loves sweet food; lucky her, she won't ever gain weight unless she wants to

Faer:

Figured out engineering over time from reverse-engineering half-destroyed machinery

Likes cooking and sees it as very similar to engineering

He loves his hair and would cry if he had to cut it. Has not cut it once in over 5 years, not even to trim it.

Loves soft textures and wears an oversized cloak to hide his constant fidgeting, to generally keep his actions hidden, and to be able to pet it

The more I write about him, the more certain I am that I accidentally made ANOTHER goddamn autistic character istg--

Although he claims the cyborg bobcat that follows him everywhere is his familiar, it is not. It is an actual bobcat. They bonded over a series of incidents of saving each other's lives and refuse to part from each other

Refuses to set foot in a forest until his life depends on it. Thankfully, now lives in a city.

The giant scar over his face is far from the only one he has.

Has PTSD and is constantly aware of his surroundings

Met Daleira when she saved him, but actually likes her as a friend and person

Is suspicious of Valyarus, but doesn't know how to tell Daleira that her dad gives him major creep vibes

"Faer" (pronounced "fair") is not actually his name

Tagging (with no pressure): @the-letterbox-archives @the-golden-comet @yourpenpaldee @darkandstormydolls @themboty + anyone else who wants to join!

Divider by @cafekitsune

[sleepynoons]

SWEETEST CARROT !! >:3 how does jing yuan take care of you when you’re sick? :< does he have a special comfort food for you that he cooks? does he stay by your side ‘til you fall asleep? is he clingier? spare no details !! 🎤🎤

ok!!! self-ship time!!!

interestingly, idt jing yuan gets sick often, and i don't either. but i'd like to think that he still pesters over me because i used to get sick every year for basically the entire winter up until i was 11-12 yrs old, and he's worried my immune system will just... collapse.

so when i do get sick, i think he's really worried. but he def makes an effort to hide it because i get easily stressed out when i'm under the weather, and he doesn't want his worry to convert into negativity.

that being said, he doesn't really know how to help me get better. and that's fine, really, because at the end of the day, i just sleep and eat a lot lol

if it's my first time getting sick in front of him, i literally think he'd call bailu over and take the hours off as bailu checks on me. but more than likely, it's probs a smol cough or fever, so bailu will just tell him to get me congee and make ginger + brown sugar water.

on workdays, i wouldn't let him stay at home, unless he truly doesn't have a lot of work to attend to. otherwise, if i'm feeling ill over the weekend, we'd literally just stay in bed all day. maybe a lil stroll after lunch, just so i can get some movement in, but he'd be holding me by the elbow and waist to make sure i don't trip or fall or anything.

not much talking, in general. i'd like our relationship to be more... knowing in a sense? i think we value our own independence, and that kind of carries through even in times when we are together. but don't confuse silence with a lack of familiarity! i think jing yuan would be very attentive to my needs - he'd notice the slightest wince or any effort i make to try to hold back my coughs. he knows that we're both tired anyway, and it's these moments of tranquility that allow us to fully be ourselves. there's no need to put on airs or make up lies, it's just us, not judging and not needing and not expecting.

also a lot of reading. usually, it's me reading to him at night – something more whimsical and fantastical or even educational – as long as it has nothing to do with the luofu. but when i'm sick, he takes over. it's just me lying on his chest as he narrates, and i'm pretty sure i'd fall asleep to the steady beat of his heart and his gentle, soothing voice.

the only slight concern is that even when i'm sick, we're still physically touching in some way. so i'm always a little worried that he'll get sick, but alas, one should never underestimate the sturdiness of a war general.

it's especially comforting if i'm sick in the winter because i strongly believe he's perpetually running very, very hot. mm... the thought of jing yuan in the summer... wearing thin linens... aNYWAY!!

but yeah, i think it'd be a simple time, but joyous and peaceful nonetheless. i very much code this relationship as like, a couple that's been together for decades, and mayhaps we have run out of things to talk about, but even time together without words exchanged is enjoyable and charming in its own ways.

thank you for asking such a sweet question, yue!!!! had so much fun, hehe

[bohemian-nights]

I’d like to in advance apologize for ranting it just seems to me that you may be one of the few people who actually like Nettles 😊. So I’m not gonna lie I was expecting more from the trailer(s). I mean I knew I wasn’t gonna get to see Nettles (I genuinely am obsessed with the idea of her being the only non-Valyrian dragonrider, I’m equally obsessed with stories in general when people (especially women) live in a society that usually counts them out or that they’re very low in the food chain in to becoming powerful + gaining agency and respect, and it heals my inner black girl when I see black women in fantasy) (anything to be honest because it seems as though we’re always done wrong either by narrative or fandom) (I’m also not opposed to her being a “witch” because if done properly it could be done in an interesting thing and tie into the magic that was used in the beginning to tie dragons to people) (though knowing this fandom they’d probably start coming up with their special “takes” about how she tricked/ r/ped Daemon into being with her 🙄 and will block you if you point out that’s the same thing they praise Alys Rivers for allegedly doing (I say allegedly because that’s awful and truly horrific and I hope neither Nettles or Alys are shown doing this) (speaking of Nettles and Daemon….🫠 lol I don’t really like Daemon (I’m 50/50 on book!Daemon mostly because I don’t get to know what he’s thinking which created a disconnect and I don’t like show!Daemon at all. He did a lot for a little in my opinion, and because I don’t know his thought process he just kinda comes off as a bit of a c*nt just to be one because it makes him “edgy” and a “bad boy” and while I don’t find Matt Smith unattractive he’s not exactly what I consider to be such a panty dropper that I can like Daemon) the age gap and power dynamic also raised both my eye brows but at the end of the day it’s fantasy, so different rules apply, and most importantly despite the discourse over certain (platonic, romantic, or sexual) aspects of their relationship it’s very clear that the two cared/loved one another) (anyway 🤞🏾 we’ll get her next season) but it seemed as though for the Team Green and Team Black trailers they just showed the same scenes in different order. And while there’s a lot more dragon action going on, it doesn’t feel like dialogue from different scenes forming a compelling trailer it feels as though multiple characters are just narrating I don’t know maybe I’m reaching. And personally I’m neither Team Green or Team Black but I still liked Team Green’s trailer more especially when Aegon (looking completely unhinged) said “to war then.” I don’t know I just remember thinking “he looks crazy as shit” lol. In general I’m kinda 50/50 with HOTD. I watched the first season because I like fantasy shows and at that point I had just finished up GOT and was getting started on the books. So having no prior knowledge to how it was gonna go it was entertaining enough. Then I read Fire and Blood (which interestingly enough I didn’t know was a history book….🫠) and was really invested in how they were going to adapt the actual Dance and I feel like I’m just getting into the ASOIAF fandom (steered clear of it back in the day because it seemed too unhinged) but it seems completely unhinged, misogynistic, racist, and really odd when it comes to the subject of blood purity.

Aww thank you and I don’t mind the ranting.

The Nettles fandom is extremely small, and I'm off in my little corner of said fandom because I think I’m the only Nettles fan who genuinely loves Daemon(which is fun).

He is a lot though and their relationship is somewhat problematic, but yeah you have to keep in mind that this is all just fantasy. And you can’t forget that Daemon does care for her and he is the one who saves her. The good ultimately outweighs the bad in their relationship.

That being said, Nettles is a fantastic character in her own right and deserves all of her props. And yeah it’s nice to see a Black girl in the medieval fantasy genre, but irregardless of race, she falls into my favorite category of characters for women.

Been through a lot, people doubt them, and yet they still overcome and get their happily ever after, sign me up 🙌🏽

As far as the witch thing goes, it could be interesting, but I find it cliché and ultimately demeaning and limiting. Not only because of the situation with Daemon(turning her into some Jezebel is a no-go), but it also takes away from her claiming of Sheepstealer. Instead of her wit she has to have used magic because there is no way someone like her could claim a dragon.

That would ruin the essence of a character that is supposed to show that it’s not our blood or some supernatural superpower that makes us, it’s us.

Honestly, I don’t think that the show will go this way with her character since they’ve already faced backlash for what they did with Laena, Rhaena, and Baela back in season 1. Playing into another trope with a Black-ish woman(voodoo mama Jezebel) will only make them look all the more like the racist jackasses they are.

Now for the trailer and upcoming season, It doesn’t spark any excitement within me. The show as a whole is just kinda meh(and the lack of Nettles isn’t helping).

HOTD is a far cry from the early days of GOT(which followed much more closely to the books). There is the issue that the show is based on historical text, but not everything in that was a lie like the show is trying to claim.

I don’t like the blatant whitewashing being done and then claiming they’re championing diversity and female empowerment while treating all their Black, particularly the Black-ish female characters, like shit.

Lastly there is the fandom. While racism and misogynoir are not limited to the HOTD fandom these fans really do act batshit insane.

I can’t take anybody who claims that a Black character should be cut because there are already enough Black people on the show then starts crying when they get called out for their racism and claiming they are being wrongly accused seriously.

And of course, we can’t forget the ones trying to save Nettles from the evil white man—while completely ignoring the one who tries to turn her into a hate crime statistic for the sake of the sisterhood…

(That is all I can say without being metaphorically stoned for not pushing Nettles under the bus for a racist white woman who tried to kill her so I'll leave it there, feminism am I right).

As I have said before, if I wasn’t already here I’d take one look at this hellhole, and a running I’d go, but alas. I am unfortunately invested in this circus so here I am 🤷🏽‍♀️

[clarkes-and-god]

"Ladies and gentlemen, for our guest segment this evening, we welcome back a couple we first had on over ten years ago when they were newlyweds! Antonio and Joanna Ricciardi, from Colossians, join us today with their 9 year old son, Gabriele!"

[applause]

"Thank you for having us again! We really appreciate you giving us these opportunities to spread our message, and it's so great to be back after the birth of our daughter, Valentina. Gabriele is so excited to be here for the first time, too."

"Well, it's a pleasure to have him on. And his shirt is fantastic! Little Valentina is a little too cranky to be filming today, but I met her earlier and she is so precious! I'm sure they'll put a photo up for all the ladies at home. Anyways, let's hear from her big brother. So Gabriele, tell us about yourself."

"Uhhh, I'm Gabriele, I'm 9 years old and I live in San Sequoia with my mom and dad, and my baby sister. I play baseball for the Park Paradise Junior Team, and I'm on my school's soccer team. When I grow up I want to be a football player and play for San Sequoia. Me and Dad like to watch their games."

"Sounds like you like your sports, and I'm sure Dad likes the cheerleaders! [laughter] I'm sure in ten years our friend David, over in the Sports section, will be talking all about you! Anyways, Joanna, we all know that San Sequoia has one of the most left-wing school systems in the country. Children as young as 4 are being exposed to homosexuality and liberal ideals through books such as Like You For The Time Being and Toy Tales. So, how do you prevent your little boy from being corrupted by that? And any advice to mothers in San Sequoia, and other liberal areas of the country?"

"Well, Gabriele is actually enrolled in a private Christian school, which has been great. The curriculum entirely aligns with our faith and morals, and they're not made to follow any "diversity" or "inclusion" policies the government may put on schools. But not everyone is as lucky as us, which I understand, and if that's you I really recommend making sure your children are involved in church, and put them in church-led activities instead of after-school ones. And make sure that the Bible really leads your home and your parenting, because children listen to their parents before they listen to woke teachers. Plus, we have Colossians kids groups! There's no need for you or your partner to have been involved with us before, we just want to offer, good, wholesome, fun for children that encourages Biblical femininity and masculinity, not the woke nonsense."

"Sounds wonderful! I'm sure all the mothers at home will appreciate your advice. Now, Antonio, your life sure has changed a lot since the first time you sat on that couch. You're now very established in your role as a husband and family man, and how do you think that's impacted your leadership of Colossians? I'm sure having your wife and kids has really given you some insight on how to help others struggling with homosexuality."

"Hmm, that's a good question. I really think it's emphasized to me how different men and women are, especially after having my kids. You know, Valentina is only one but she's already so different to how Gabriele was at her age. She loves her little baby dolls, and she's much gentler than he was. Gabriele was always throwing his toy cars around and scaring his mom with all his climbing, you know how boys are. [laughs] And of course my lovely wife has been such an asset in helping me with this. Not only with her support of the other ladies involved with Colossians, but there's nothing better than coming home after a long day of hard work to some hot food and a beautiful woman. It really just emphasizes how we're so different, but of course compliment each other perfectly."

"And I'll sure agree with you there! I think that wraps up this segment, thank you very much for coming onto our show. Now, I'll hand our viewers off to Patrick for tomorrow's weather report, and then we'll finish for tonight. We'll be back, tomorrow at 6am!

[andromebaa]

what are some of your favorite headcanons for just the two of us?

Oh man, I have so many lol. I'm gonna split them into serious stuff (plot/character hc), cute stuff (pairing/shipping hc) and dumb stuff (they're idiots hc). This is definitely not all of them, just the ones I could think of tonight. Kinda spoiler-ish if you haven't read up to the most current Just the Two of Us chapters so be warned! Serious Stuff

Kaito as a hero archetype always fascinates me. I feel like he has this compulsion to help others, especially those he perceives as weaker or unable to protect themselves. I think that's why I portrayed his 'biggest fear' in the simulation as hurting the people he loves the most and losing control in a way that makes him become a monster. (Very fun to consider depending on your HCs about his pre-game personality ehehe)

Kokichi is a walking bundle of trauma. So much has happened to this guy and I'm sure it's been dissected by people smarter than me but like - compulsive liar? Tiny? Really good at hiding? Those weird little spacing-out moments he gets? Something bad happened to you, didn't it? Like, maybe not as BAD as what I've depicted, but yeah. Poor baby.

Shadow Child was created as a representation of both Kaito and Kokichi's 'inner children', specifically the darker and more traumatic parts of their childhoods. They are portrayed more often as Kokichi because his trauma is much larger and more pronounced, and therefore more influential in the subconscious part of the simulation. I don't know why I stuck with they/them pronouns for them, it just kind of felt right?

The leech was based on Kaito's subconscious fears of his death. The concept of this parasite that drained its host's life force felt fitting for a death fear sort of thing. It also represents the loss of control he feels over this aspect of his life. It kind of 'evolves' as it takes in influences from other people, but that's kind of its main framework.

Miu's Copy had a massive breakdown during the bathroom scene. It was kind of her last straw before she turned on the leech. She kind of reflected on what she knew about the original Miu, the contents of the simulation and how Kaito and Kokichi interacted and it made her realise how fucked up everything was and how much she did not want to participate. Also she was getting sick of all the edgy thoughts leech was putting in her brain.

Cute Stuff

Kokichi's favourite food never used to be strawberries, it changed after Kaito fed them to him and he got some sort of psychological association between strawberries and him.

On that note, Kokichi probably can cook, like, decently, but he kind of plays up his ignorance because he likes Kaito showing him how to do it.

Kaito is super super into domestic life lol he can try to pretend he isn't but he so is. Definitely got into a routine when they were stuck in the simulation for that year.

Being with each other for that year made them get a really close, almost psychic-ish bond that people get when they spend too much time with each other. It's how Kaito can pick up on when Kokichi is lying, for example.

After he overcomes the whole 'don't touch me' hurdle, Kokichi swings to the other side of the pendulum and is very clingy. Won't leave Kaito alone. It annoys him at first but it grows on him.

They have lots of petty squabbles but they usually don't last. They're not fantastic at apologising properly to each other, it's usually just settled through physical affection or gifts (food).

Dumb Stuff

Kokichi drank shampoo the first time he saw it because he thought it was a fruity beverage. That's why Kaito started washing his hair for him.

Kaito named all his plants. He gets offended when Kokichi forgets them.

Miu definitely had relations with her P.A.L self.

I'm sure I'm missing a bunch lol but yeah headcanons woo! Thanks for the askkkk <3

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hi! Do you have any headcanons about the townspeople's reactions when they first heard that the farmer joined the adventurer's guild?

Ooh this is interesting one! I had a lot of fun writing this headcanon. But I didn't expect the headcanon to be so huge! Well, I write about everyone in the valley, so it's fair enough, I guess... Thanks for your ask! Hope you enjoy the headcanon!

Digression: Given that Farmer just joined the Guild, I'm guessing they don't know Farmer that well yet, so this would be their very first reaction.

SDV and SVE townspeople's react to the news that Farmer has joined the Adventurer's Guild:

The mines are full of various gems. So if Farmer doesn't mind, they could bring some Emily to meditate on. She will make someone in return, of course! Maybe sew a warm and comfortable suit for long adventures?

Well, if swinging a sword is more interesting than being a farmer or fishing, then who is Willy to disturb the youth? Although, maybe with the help of an adventurer, an old fisherman will be able to catch rare fish in dangerous caves?

Are you going on long trips? Make sure you stock up on food. Leah can help them with simple snack making, just a few hazelnuts and berries are enough, there are plenty of them in the Valley.

Well, if the Farmer is happy to be an adventurer, then why not? Robin wishes them good luck and offers to go to her workshop on the way to the Guild to say hi. Maybe they look at some new buildings upgrades on the farm, or will become Sebby's friend?

Oh dear, it must be cold on top of the mountain and in the mines. Maybe Evelyn could make them a warm scarf or hat? It would be terrible if they caught a cold.

Who? Adventurer? George doesn't care who they are, as long as they don't block his TV show.

Fantastic, Andy thought. So instead of cultivating a huge area with fertile land that any farmer would dream of getting, they moonlight as a monster hunter in that Guild? Andy is pissed off. Like, If you want to be an adventurer - sure whatever, just sell the land so real farmers can use it.

Linus knows that everyone chooses their own path in life. But Farmer, in the early days of Linus's acquaintance, treated him politely and without prejudice. So Linus would be sad if another grave appeared in the cemetery near the railway. He will never forget Getra...

Wow, they got accepted into the Guild? This is awesome! Abigail would also like to become a member of the Adventurer's Guild too, but her parents will freak out.

Since the Farmer, as an adventurer, will descend into the mines, Demetrius recommends paying attention to various crystal formations and stones. If the Farmer wants, then let them bring him a couple of crystals for research, he will pay for their discovery.

Well then. It is unlikely that, apart from food, Caroline can advise something in her husband's store. But let them come in, at least just warm themselves near the fireplace, or pray at the altar of Yoba.

So they will be constantly covered in dirt and monster blood? Eew, stay away from Haley. She doesn't want them to stain her beautiful new dress.

Come on, young adventurer! In the Saloon, Gus always has delicious food, cold ale and warm beds. Don't forget to tell him if you have any allergies.

Oooh, Vincent is already starting to throw a bunch of questions at them. Have they already fought monsters? Will they show weapons? Do these monsters have long fangs? Jas is more restrained than her friend, but her eyes also sparkle with interest in listening to them.

Aren't they too frail for such adventures? Look, Alex doesn't care, but he believes that without any physical training they will not be able to hold out for a long time.

Susan heard how many brave warriors became crippled or died in battle with monsters. The cemetery next to her farm and Marlon who often goes there is proof of this. So please be careful sweetie, and don't forget to take time to rest.

And Elliott is just thinking of dedicating the next novel about a brave adventurer who fights a huge monster for the hand of hero beloved. Don't forget to tell him something interesting over a glass of ale! Maybe he can find inspiration in their stories.

Oh, there's another adventurer in our Valley? If they come across any artifacts in their adventures, come to the museum. Gunther will find something to repay for the find.

Adventurer, you say? And how much do they earn? Enough to give Old Pam a mug of beer at the Saloon?

JojaMart always has tasty and cheap food to go for long hikes. Doesn't spoil, cooks quickly, very tasty and nutritious, we cares about our customers! So come to Joja, Morris will help you choose what you want, and don't forget the 20% discount coupon!

If they have an extra gold bar or a diamond lying around in their adventures, then bring it to Maru, she will need them for the next inventions!

Wow, Victor read so many books about different Guilds around the world! He hopes that the Farmer, as a full member, will tell about the famous warriors and magicians of the Guilds. Oh, they don't know them yet? Well, okay...

Hmm, given their connection to forest magic, Magnus isn't surprised they followed in the adventurer's footsteps. Guilds and mages have worked side by side for many years. At least he knows, looking into the future, that the Farmer will definitely not die until they brings the iridium bar to the wizard. Ok, that's a pretty cynical thought on his part...

Cool, and? Honestly, Sebastian thinks it's pretty cool, but don't expect reaction from him. He barely knows them.

O-oh, alright... It's their choice. Just please don't show Penny any parts of the killed monsters, she's too sensitive and doesn't want to ruin her appetite.

Jodi keeps an eye on her sons so that they, too, don't go down the dangerous path of adventurers. It's so scary there, and all these monsters! Not to mention the dubious diet and the inability to wash normally in constant trips.

Sweetie, are you sure that's how you want to earn your living? If they go to the Guild believing that they can get rich there, they better contact Olivia. She can help them earn a lot of money in the stock market.

Merciful Yoba, please, be careful. Harvey may be making money as a doctor, but he wouldn't want to see Farmer dying in a clinic. Patients who die right in the doctor's arms... This never goes away from memory.

Do they really think it's important for Shane to know who they've become? If they don't put a mug of beer in front of him in the Saloon, they can go to hell with their fucking Guild.

Lewis expected a new farmer to come to the valley, not a new adventurer. Oh well, they know better...

Pierre, in addition to seeds and fertilizers, also has delicious and fresh vegetables and fruits that will not spoil for a long time and will be a wonderful camping dinner! Everything is natural and of the best quality, not like Joja... Even Marlon buys here, so don't miss the opportunity!

Hey, that's actually very cool! Sam, as a child, once thought he would also go on adventures, but playing the guitar is more dear to him.

Yeeep! Don't scare Sophia like that anymore! They are covered with dust and something green. Is that the blood and slime of monsters?! Eeeeeeeew!!!

...Kent has known so many horrors in battle, and they want to fight monsters in a fit of altruism? Trust him, slimes and golems are not monsters. What he learned in this damned war... That's where the real horror is.

Well, your choice. If she has an extra glass of milk or cheese, then Marnie will generously share with them, adventurers probably often starve because of the inability to buy normal food. At least that's what she heard...

Another adventurer, another sword. For Clint, it's more work in the forge, and more dull thoughts.

[rainbowdelicsunshine]

😅 sorry, didn't mean to stress you out! I'm really interested in the relationship dynamics between Wispy, Dave, + Prism from your NeonBrite universe. I like their different personalities; it seems like it could cause some interesting situations ^^ I'm also kind of curious about Rocket Pop, hope he's okay ^^;

As I've mentioned before Wispy and Prism fucking HATE each other's guts due to being ex boyfriends from their high school days

Dave thinks of Prism as a Full of Himself Asshole who tosses money around willy nilly and gets away with EVERYTHING because of it. Dave has been doing research and knows a lot of the shady dealings and criminal shit Prism gets involved in and has been collecting evidence of Prism's activity for years so he can use it to blackmail Prism one day if he ever feels the need to

Prism doesn't really acknowledge Dave's existence as a whole since Dave is so quiet and seems to keep to himself, plus Prism doesn't see any benefit in even trying to talk to a "Slop Slinger", which keeps Prism from ever realizing that Dave actually has a LOT of Prism's dirty laundry right in his back pocket

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Since Dave and Wispy are roommates and co-workers, they get along decently despite their personality differences. Dave just wishes that Wispy could contribute a little more to rent and wishes that Wispy could actually CLEAN ANYTHING-

Wispy sees him as fun to hang out with since Dave just goes with anything that happens around him with his usual deadpan look on his face, plus Dave is a really good cook so Wispy LOVES to eat whatever food Dave makes

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Rocket Pop is..... Hanging in There?

He's very overworked, overwhelmed, anxious, and panicky but he was always an anxious and nervous fella even before he met Prism so he's very much used to it by now (it actually doesn't bother him unless Prism is being more of an ass than usual or when he doesn't get to have any coffee or at LEAST an energy drink)

He also might need to be put on anxiety meds and might have a Panic Disorder but he doesn't really..... Want to do anything about it, he needs to focus on work!

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Thank you sosososo VERY VERY MUCH for sending this in, I had such a fucking blast with this, I love talking about these fucked up bastards so much! Also don't worry about it, you just didn't see my posts on this beforehand!

I really really hope you find this to be interesting to read and to let me know what you think! I hope to see you stop by here again, have a wonderful and fantastic day!!

[theonceandfuturequeenoftarts]

I'm so intrigued by JRPG-style from the WIP game!!! Would love to know more about it

(unrelated to the WIP game but: I really enjoyed reading both 'engrave the silhouette of you' and 'thus, friends absent speak' after seeing them linked on the WIP game post! Good epistolary tomarry fics hold my heart, and amnesia + a whole relationship with your fated nemesis that you're left to grapple with (also, losing a WHOLE decade!) is such a fantastic idea that you've really breathed life into. Thank you for writing and posting, both have gone straight to my bookmarks 👀).

Oh goodness, thank you so much @known-concepts!! I'm so glad you enjoyed those two fics ヽ(；▽；)ノ

So. JRPG-style is me mashing my love for late 90s and 00s JRPGS (especially the Tales of series) with the HP universe. I've been working on plotting it out for a couple months now and finally figured out a couple of the beats that were holding me up last week, so I'm hoping to make some progress on writing this one soon because I want to write this so badly.

Harry is the Chosen One, whose task is to reinforce the seals across the land keeping Voldemort contained. Except Dumbledore, who was involved with the last pilgrimage several decades ago, has found a way to destroy Voldemort once and for all -- by releasing him.

Featuring quirky adventures, HP plot points, more worldbuilding than I've ever done before, and a hefty dose of tomarrymort for flavour, and that's where this one is heading. Probably not the most original idea, but I'm gonna have fun with it!

Thank you for asking! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

Edit: Since I don't have a snippet of JRPG-style to post yet, here's a snippet from the next chapter of "engrave the silhouette of you":

Now that he’s speaking with Voldemort, and he’s seen how the man looks at him and reacts to him, it is impossible to deny how deeply Voldemort feels for him. And it’s a very Voldemort concept of love: obsessive, heavy, portentous – consuming. It should be stifling, but to Harry it feels like warmth and devotion. He’s been alone and unloved for so long, it makes a grim kind of sense that he’d gravitate towards someone whose affection for him is so undeniable. There is one thing Harry has wanted for as long as he can remember. More than food, more than comfort, Harry wished for someone to love him. Dumbledore told him that his mother’s love for him was so great he survived the killing curse, but Harry’s only memory of her is her dying moments, and being told someone loves you is rather cold comfort. The magical world’s love for him due to Voldemort’s defeat has always been more of an oppressive burden than something from which to draw strength. But Voldemort loves him. To an almost unhealthy degree, it seems.

And here's a snippet I may or may not use in the fic, but it's amusing and I want to share:

Voldemort pulls back from the kiss, and Harry's so dazed it takes a good five seconds for him to understand what's happened and try to correct it. The other man is not co-operating. “Harry, you need to tell me to stop,” he pants. “What? Why would I do that? That’s a terrible idea–” “Harry–” Voldemort’s voice is decidedly strained, breaking on Harry’s name. “Get back here,” Harry demands, trying to pull the other man’s face back to his. “We shouldn’t–” “Since when do you care about ‘shouldn’t?’” He’s so focused on getting back to kissing that his mouth runs away with him. “You’ve had a lot of awful ideas, and that’s one of them, who lets you run a country–” Voldemort drops his head to Harry’s shoulder, and he starts to shake. Harry’s suddenly concerned he broke the other man. Surely he hasn’t made Voldemort cry…? Ah, no, Voldemort is laughing. Probably at him.