#A short starter but hopefully it works!

[a-hazbin-spider]

@penanceisthecure liked for a starter!

“Oh, what tha’ fuck- have you been followin’ me around this whole time? It’s been like- an hour!” Spindly fingers are very tight on the bridge between his eyes. Is this what ducks feel..? Maybe geese are grumpy for a reason.

[strcngergirls]

@puppetoffthehook​​ ♥ starter from max!  

“I have to tell you something,” Max fidgeted, wringing her hands in front of her while she spoke. “But you gotta swear not to tell anyone. It stays between us, okay?”

[guinevereslancelot]

shoutout to girls who can't drive

[aveloka-draws]

I would like to preface this with an apology for the Asgardian-sized wall of text I want to throw at you. If you've ever seen the movie Hot Fuzz, I just had a massive brain wave in regards to that recent interaction you made between the Lamb and Theon. So here we go, lots to unpack.

What I find very curious about that little interaction was how unintentionally massive its impact was. It was just a short exchange between the two but the ramifications could be severe. Whether the Lamb meant to or not, they might have made the situation for Theon significantly worse or perhaps more accurately, far more unstable and given their own current nature, that is not too surprising. Theon was suspicious that Leshy is hiding something and the Lamb says 'Do you want me to tell you what it is?'. The Lamb just confirmed that Leshy is hiding something. Now in all fairness the Lamb could be lying from Theon's perspective. Getting some kicks out of their followers and seeing the madness unfold is becoming of them. However that likelihood is vastly nill. The Lamb seems to like Theon for starters and thus would not be inclined to lie in the first place. Plus regardless of the Lamb's intents, they are the Leader. So by default, Theon is inclined to believe their word.

Thus with that statement, the situation is already far worse. Now Theon knows Leshy is in fact hiding something, and his brain can start to work the pieces out. He is not a stupid cat by any means, and he can already tell that the area of soreness relies around Darkwood. That is where Leshy seems to clam up. He already suspects they were a disciple and given Theon's nightmares, this narrows his suspicions down. If Theon wished to really investigate this down to its roots, he could go behind the scenes to attempt to acquire a tiny dot of ichor. He wouldn't need much, all he'd need is a single drop to taste. Hopefully in a dose that would not burn his insides like those of the uninitiated. Whether that meant striking a deal with a disciple or through the Lamb, who knows how. But if he tasted it he could compare it against the taste of Leshy's 'odd' blood and tell how similar they tasted. If the taste was close, Theon would have his answer and from there the harrowing realities only close in with two distinct scenarios. Bad case, Leshy was in fact a disciple of the God of Chaos. Worst case, he was that God. Thing is, if Theon was really paying attention he'd have his answer without Leshy saying anything at all.

Whether Leshy realizes it or not, he completely revealed his identity by waiting to tell Theon. Leshy waited this long to tell Theon anything, by this point they have grown extremely close. Had Leshy told Theon who he was, shortly after they met or starting getting close, the impact would be far less significant. Theon would have been shocked, gone through his reactions, and likely distanced himself. However, now they're both madly in love. By waiting this long Leshy has single-handedly sown as much Chaos into Theon's life as he possibly could, thus betraying his efforts and revealing his true nature. Theon has now an impossibly difficult situation to contend with. He has been in love with the very god that he was to be sacrificed for. In all technical details there really is no reason why Theon cannot continue to love him. Leshy would never hurt Theon intentionally nor do something truly egregious against him. However the very fact that Leshy has put Theon in the situation where he has to relive his nightmares everyday is only made worse by the inescapable chaos that surrounds Leshy. Whenever Theon gazes upon him, he knows chaos will follow. Suddenly all of his actions will enter a new light. The five-finger fillet, the midnight hi-jinks, other follows becoming mischievous. It turns from, "Leshy is just a bit out there." to, "He is Chaos incarnate." Theon, should he continue by Leshy's side, would have to live with that everyday for the rest of his life. No matter how much Leshy attempts to change himself it's impossible to escape the chaos, it's akin to commanding a Sunflower to cease being a plant. Chaos is in Leshy's nature. Asking him to subdue the chaos would mean he ceases to be Leshy. It's the classic paradox of the very thing that drew Theon in in the first place is now the most painful reality.

Whether the divorce truly happens or not, as our expectations could be subverted, Theon will never be the same afterward. He will have to find some way to make peace with the nightmares one way or another, and accept that chaos will follow him no matter how good a life he lives. It is quite fascinating too. Leshy is now responsible for damning a second loved one to Hell.

I thank you again for your amazing work and taking the time to read this.

Dont apologize i loved this i agree thank you for the asgardian sized wall of text hshsh

[marmaladeinlemonade]

Event tickets in sky were never going to work anyway.

It's way too good to be true; a currency that cannot be transferred across events or into candles/hearts for the sole purpose of making event cosmetics easier to obtain, that is collected by participating in the event itself? Thats already fishy enough by tgc's standards.

Thatgamecompany has a habit of making short term solutions for long term problems because of the sheer amount of content they make yearly, leaving less room to optimize regular gameplay. ET has probably been the most apparent example of this. (MAAAAJOR YAP SESSION AHEAD!)

When event tickets were first released, I was ecstatic. I was already struggling to keep up with Days of Bloom and Mischief since I have taken many breaks from sky, but I couldn't begin to fathom how the prices may feel to a new player. I also hated picking and choosing between what items to buy simply because i didn't dedicate the past two weeks so candlerunning alone. Hopefully this new addition of ET would take off that load and i can enjoy the following events to it's fullest, and well, I did.

For the first year that is. These cosmetics that costed ET were damn near free for me. Yet, in the back of my head i always wondered what would happen the following year once these ET cosmetics came back, alongside the new ones that were to be released. Would they cost just as much ET as last year's items? Then collecting ET would only get more stressful and inflate its value. Would the past items go away? That is unfair to new players and pushes FOMO to get everything every year.

Maybe the total price could stay the same but older items depreciate each year as newer ones release, making the oldest ones the cheapest.

And to my great surprise as i look at beta logs for this year's days of summer, not a single item from the year before is under 90 candles! How could this possibly be fair to new players who are trying to enjoy sky for what it is and get items? I've seen some people argue that the player has the choice to not get all cosmetics, which is true, but I'd like to show you what thought process is implied with this system. Think:

"We know you don't fully know your way around sky's economy, or don't have the time to grind everyday, but for this year only these new items are free just by participating in the event! And if you don't, for any reason, the price of the items will be worth 3-6 hours of candlerunning on top of MORE cosmetics! But it's all up to you!"

This isn't to say us as a playerbase have zero autonomy, but i hope you can see how FOMO is enforced when you add a currency with zero value outside of an annual 2 week event that gives players a "now or never" mindset. This is great in the moment, it pushes people to participate! Yet, this ruthlessly punishes players who aren't available for any reason, even those who weren't aware of sky before joining.

Sky is still a new game. Event tickets were only introduced a year ago, but if tgc keeps going down this economic pattern then imagine the amount of cosmetics locked away from new players, or players who took breaks, because of this exponential increase in pricing!

This is a more subjective opinion- but let me be honest; these cosmetics are not worth their candle/heart prices.

I was lucky enough to get all the days of style and days of summer items from last year for ET and i barely wore them, i can only imagine ONE item from each event being rewearable. I didn't mind though because i knew the towel capes and silly glasses were nice starter items for moths, but it's not even moth friendly anymore?! In the past only items that were in high demand were priced outrageously like rhythm and lightseeker TS, and now I'm spending extra for a purple top hat that doesn't even match any of the other purples in this game☠️☠️ you're getting less bang for your buck with a 110 candle towel cape bro

And lastly, there are other issues I've seen in sky that i would say are parallel to this whole event ticket situation. The time gaps between seasons have grown significantly smaller, and each seasonal update has been saturated with glitches and disappointment. Season of the Nine-Colored Deer is another very apparent example of this for me. The castle and crescent lake is done beautifully and the quests are decent, but no one is returning to the area. The rest of the town is empty and awkward, and half the map is in a canyon where you spawn so it's already a good 2-3 minutes getting out of that area alone. The place is just rushed. Its inconvenient.

Ill be posting a poll right after this post, but me personally i would not mind having 3 seasons a year if it meant higher quality content and more breaks from events. More spirits that are well thought out, detailed seasonal quests that arent cleanups or scavenger hunts, less quantity but higher quality cosmetics and emotes, and elder appearances! It's clear that tgc has a more complex world design outside of Sky: cotl when we look at The Two Embers, but that the energy it takes to make it in game is placed elsewhere.

Thatgamecompany is pushing out more content than they ever have before and I think their work is starting to crumble under the weight.

If you made it here THANK YOU!!! you're a lifesaver, theres so much that i want to say and i really hope a lot of skids see this post so that we can get a cohesive discussion going❤️

[whoreforchr1s]

can you do a chris x reader where the reader is having a hard time speaking in a car video and becomes frustrated with herself and chris helpe her and calm her down?? sorry if this is confusing

cat got my tongue - c.sturniolo

pairings- chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: nothing?? but this is EXTREMELY short and rushed..

a/n: hopefully this is what you were thinking!❤️ please keep the requests going im literally willing to write nearly ANYTHING so don’t be afraid to request :)

☆彡𐬾𐬺𐬿𐬻𐮙𐬾𐬺𐬿𐮚𐬾𐬺𐬿𐮙𐬾𐬺𐬿𐮚𐬾𐬺𐬿𐮙𐬾𐬺𐬿𐮚𐬾𐬺ミ☆

“One time i threw a basketball at my brother’s nose and made him bleed but then i gave him a bit of salad to cheer him up.” Chris reads from the seat infront of me, his voice softer than usual.

I had been situated in Matt’s car, next to Nick in the back seat. Chris, my boyfriend knew my day had not been the greatest today.

For starters, i woke up on my period. Then, everything was just going wrong. I had to rewrite a whole email i had accidently deleted, my hair wasn’t going the way it was supposed to, my makeup clung to all my dry areas, i burned the last slice of bread, and I was just so angry about everything!

throughout the day, Chris made sure not to leave my side in case i needed anything, and was way calmer than he usually is.

I snapped out of my daydream about everything wrong that happened today by Nick’s voice asking me a question. “What about you, y/n? Do you think they are naughty or nice?”

“Uh, i think- like, it kind of, like depends, on what they- what on they, on what they what they’re for-“ I cut myself off with an irritated yelp, my hands grabbing my hair, a habit that i should probably work on growing out of.

My knees tucked in to touch my chest, my chin resting on the top of my knees as i pulled my hair out of frustration.

Chris was quick to act, frantically removing my hands from my head. His hand falls to my knee as he gently strokes it will his thumb. “It’s alright, take your time.” He says gently, before facing Nick.

“Move.” He orders. “What?” Nick replies, confused. “Move, swap seats with me.” Chris replies, already getting out the car.

Nick opens his car door without a word and hops into chris’ seat.

Chris climbs in the seat next to me, immediately putting an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his chest as his free hand falls to my thigh.

“Do you wanna try again, baby?” He asks gently and quietly.

He doesn’t wait for an answer and gently pushes my thighs to my legs in a normal position again. “C’mon. What do you think? you think they’re naughty? or nice?” He asks, rubbing shapes into my shoulder.

“I think, it depends” I say slowly, before he nods proudly. “yeah? on what?” he whispers.

“Well, what did- what did the brother do to get..hit.” I reply quietly. “I think you have a point! well done ma.” He says encouragingly.

“okay well i think it’s an absolute sin that a bit of salad improves someones mood.” Nick says quickly, ruining the moment.

[nogoodsheepstealing-greatgrandma]

Daenerys is 14

And she does stay in Slavers Bay and try to rebuild the economy. Source: A Dance With Dragons.

She spends much of the book trying to negotiate new trade deals with the Lhazarene and the Qartheen, trying to plant new olive groves and bean fields, trying to reform the guilds membership so former slaves can earn proper wages as skilled craftsmen. She tries to assimilate with Meereenese culture to ease a peaceful transition of power, she consults with their priestess, she adopts their religious rites and their uncomfortable traditional dress, she agrees under pressure to marry a Meereenese noble (she doesn't force anyone into marriage at dragonpoint like in the show). And she goes out personally to feed and care for the sick and starving refugees at her door, she tries to set up quarantine zones to slow the spread of infection.

And yeah she falls short. But the odds are stacked against her. She's 14, for starters. And before she arrived the slavers burnt all the olive groves and salted the soil so she couldn't use them, and as she calculates it will take 30 years before the land will be truly productive again. She also has the Meereenese slaving class working very hard to sabotage her by funding domestic terrorism within the city. And she has to deal with a refugee crisis, a famine, a plague, and an alliance of pro-Slavery states forming a blockade around Meereen and threatening to siege the city.

True the refugee crisis is arguably due to her leaving Astapor. She set up a new government, but she should have stayed longer to consolidate it. But she is only 14, and her main adviser/parental figure is too busy being a pro-slavery pedophile.

And the fall of Astapor isn't completely on her shoulders. She left adults in charge, people with qualifications and who knew the land and people better than she did. They had political agency and responsibility. As did Cleon. He could have chosen not to overthrow the Council and name himself King. He could have chosen to heed Daenerys when she told him "don't start a war with the Yunkai". And the Yunkai could have chosen not to slaughter Astapor and chase the refugees to Meereen. They could have simply removed Cleon and then recognised Daenerys had no part in his actions. The Yunkai could have chosen not to then declare war on Meereen.

The institution of slavery is complicated to overthrow and complicated to replace and even complicated in the ways it reasserts itself. Daenerys isn't the only actor here who determines the fate of Slavers Bay (though if she unleashes her dragons she can certainly become the most decisive actor again). The entire point of ADWD is that it's much more complicated than that - its GRRM's answer to "what was Aragorn's tax policy?". She is a 14 year old child who does her best against impossible odds, and who explicitly puts any dreams of Westeros on hold indefinitely. Time and time again she is offered the chance and means to sail for Westeros, and she turns it down each time because she knows she can't leave the people of Meereen behind to die.

And hopefully the lesson she learns by the end of ADWD is that she has to stop being conciliatory towards the slaving class. She spares the lives of hostages, she opens the fighting pits for them, she gives up her body in marriage, and still they try to poison her to install Hizdhar as King. Mercy isn't a weakness, but the people who have a vested interest in slavery aren't going to stop just because you ask them nicely (like that garbage show GOT seems to think). She's got to use her dragons.

No, critiquing her failures isn't the same as defending slavery. But claiming that she never tried, and ignoring the odds stacked against her, is false. As for blaming her for Slavers Bay falling into chaos and suffering... First off, again, she isn't the only responsible actor with agency - I maintain that the fall of Astapor was pretty much out of her hands. And second, it ignores the massive scale of human suffering that already gripped slavers bay. The daily violence inflicted on slaves - the families torn apart, the lives destroyed, the children mutilated, the thousands of dead babies killed to initiate the Unsullied, the tortures and crucifixions and whippings and executions and rapes.

Ignoring that isn't that far off from defending slavery. Claiming that the violence that overthrew slavery is worse than the violence that is slavery isn't that far off from defending slavery. Should no one ever dare strike off a slaves chains just because they can't account for the violence that could come after? Is the crucifixion of child-murdering Slavers worse than the crucifixion of innocent children?

Or to bring up another literary scenario with more moral equivalency and ambiguity - was the Tenth plague upon the firstborns of Egypt worse than the mass culling of infant slaves? Who do you blame for the Ten Plagues of Egypt? Should Moses have left well enough alone?

[shaanks]

Random but do you have any Eustass Kid fics that you like? I struggle to find ones where he's not written like an asshole (nsfw is okay too btw!) I also like kidkiller/kidlaw or character study/coming of age type ones or modern au...just anything please<3

Oh man, okay!!! :"D I know tryin to find stories where he's not written as like some kind of abusive shithead is like. hard as fuck. I feel very lucky to have stumbled on the little Kid Enjoyers community that I have, and I'll try to give you some good recs. Just as a disclaimer, a lot of what I read and engage with tends to be like nsft stuff, so that's going to be a lot of what's on the list. Also there is the possibility for spoilers for the current arc, I'm not sure where you are in your one piece journey alsedkjfasld

Okay, so:

@quinloki : Has pretty much my favorite characterization set for Kid of all time. They write mostly smut and op x reader stuff in both shortform and longform formats, and have a variety of faves, so if you like their style and have faves other than Kid there's more stuff in there too. c:

Some of my fave pieces of theirs are shorter ones, so they're good starters, I'll link em here, here and here . (the links are gonna open to punks-never-die205, that's one of their sideblogs)

@swampstew : Writes STUNNING work both short and longform, absolutely loves Kid, and if you like her writing she has a huge backlog of stories both on her blog and on her wattpad. A++++ 10/10, she also runs a blog and is writing a longer series for Killer, KillerCook, which is SO splendid.

She also does headcanon lists, a TON of events, and x reader things, I'll link some starter ones here, here, and here. (the last one is to an anthology of short stories and drabbles on her wattpad that is a ton of fun)

@standfucker : good GRACIOUS me, okay listen. Standfucker does it all. A+++ Kid characterization. Hot, well-balanced, well-written stories. They write for a bunch of characters and also do like, multiple people in a pairing/scenario stuff, and it's all phenomenal.

First one is one of my personal favorites, which involves all the Kid Pirate officers here. This is also one of my fave pieces, you get Kid all to yourself in this one here.

@wyvernslovecake : If you'd like something a little more crew-oriented and a little less x reader smut oriented, PLEASE I am begging you look into their Kid Pirates and Cross Guild little drabble posts with their character Shriek (who is the cutest little bat mink on the Grand Line), and the named characters Gabriel and Gryphon who are [spoiler characters for current arc] and adopted by the Cross Guild. Everything they write (and draw!!) is so delightful and fun, it will brighten up your day by AT LEAST tenfold.

Here, here, and here are some good examples <3.

@eustasssimp : She has a lot of like shorter form x reader and headcanon posts, and write Kid like the gruff secret softie he is. <3

Some examples here, here, and here.

@cyborg-franky : Again, he has a truly prodigious backlog of writing, so if you enjoy his Kid stuff and have other faves, you could truly spend hours and days enjoying some excellently written fun stuff here.

here, here, and here are some examples.

**

I am absolutely certain I'm forgetting people lmfao, my working memory is very bad and I'm nursing a concussion, but hopefully this gives you at least a bit of a start!! Everyone listed, and really everyone in this little section of the community, is lovely, sweet, and wildly talented. There's a lot of friendly open sharing 'round these parts, and I hope you find somewhere to land and enjoy the big guy too. If none of these does it for you, or if you'd like additional recs, just let me know and we'll figure something out.

Thank you so much for your lovely ask!!

[mythaura-blog]

Development Update - July 2024

Hi everyone, hope you're having a great summer!

The July 2024 update showcases some extended gameplay footage! In our April 2024 update we showed a clip of a building in 3D space and a player character speaking briefly to Pollis. In just a few short months, Koa and Sark have totally crushed it on the backend development and UI/UX. Plese read on for more info!

We also cover the winners for the Summer Quarter rewards on Ko-fi and Mythauran astrology for the month of August.

Don't forget, we've got a Custom Color Contest! More details below.

Gameplay Demo

We're very excited to share a 3-minute video demo of some gameplay and UI!!

Hopefully you enjoy this brief demonstration of lots of features we've been working on. We'll go into more detail on each feature below!

Please note that these are WIP and not necessarily representative of final gameplay.

New Game Screen

Whether you're starting your first, second, or third playthrough of Mythaura's storyline, you will always begin at the starter screen, where you will be able to customize your starter Beast. Each run you will pick:

Base, Top, Bottom, and Eye colors

Up to 3 Special markings ( up to 1 in first playthrough, 2 in second, 3 in third)

Species (Tier 1 in first playthrough, Tier 2 in second, Tier 3 in third)

Class

Birth element

A Beast's Element and Class will impact its stat distribution, with each one modifying one of a Beast's stats--improving Speed, Hit Points, Attack, Defense, Barrier, or Focus. Additionally, players will have a certain amount of skill points to allocate as they would like to their Beasts' stats. Whether you're opting for more of a roleplay focus or trying to build a more "optimized" build, the character creation system allows players to create the exact Beast that they would like.

New Game +3 and onward will not feature the character creation screen. Instead, players choosing to play through additional times will gain access to a different reward pool. Please stay tuned for that in a future update!

Party Screen/Codex

The party screen will functionally act as the player's home screen. From here, you can check out the Beasts in both your party and Abode, your inventory, the Codex, and more. Your Beast's stats will also show up on the right-hand side of the screen.

The Codex houses pretty much all a player's in-game information. Active and completed (and maybe failed...) quests, player achievements, lore gathered from around the world, and info on all the characters, places, and enemies you encounter in Mythaura are all documented in the Codex.

The base Codex will be a simple, elegant book. Different Codex themes can be earned through various quests, achievements, seasonal rewards, both in-game and premium currency purchase, and other opportunities.

NPC Dialogue

There will be many, many NPCs in Mythaura. Some may not have much to say--a stranger you cross paths with at an open-air market, a merchant's busy apprentice, a parent at a park with their children--but some NPCs have full, fleshed-out storylines of their own. Maybe your character would prefer to keep mostly to themselves, but you will find that engaging with NPCs will uncover information about the world, rumors about other characters, quests, gifts, and more.

Skill Tree Screen

Skill Trees will determine the abilities and moves that a Beast can utilize in battle. Each Beast will have either two or three different Skill Trees that they can invest in, dependent upon their Elements and their Class. Beasts who have the same Element twice--when its species Element matches up with its birth Element--a Beast will have access to a Mastery Tree, which will feature a branch that borrows from other thematically relevant Elements, demonstrating the Beast's complete mastery of their Element.

If a Beast with a Mastery Tree changes to a Species that would give it two separate Elements, all Elements-related Skill Points will be reset in order for the player to reallocate them between the two new trees. The same applies for Beasts that change their Class.

Mythauran Astrology: August

The month of August is referred to as Ghostlight's Pall, representing a pale, ghostly green aurora that stretches across the Northern sky at this time each year--supposedly attributed to the souls stranded by a war that came to a decisive, bloody, and treacherous end during an August many, many lifetimes ago. This month is also associated with the constellation of the Widow and the lepidolite stone.

Those born under the sign of the Widow are resilient, compassionate, enigmatic individuals. There may not be a sign more dedicated to self-discovery and growth. They radiate a quiet strength and boundless compassion that uplifts those fortunate enough to share their journey.

At their best, Widows are soothing, magnanimous, and generous. At their worst, they can be withdrawn, excessively melancholy, and reproachful.

Ko-fi Summer Quarter 2024 Winners

Thank you to all the Ko-fi sponsors who voted for the Summer Quarter 2024 rewards. Next month we will show the finalized artwork for the Venomous Stalker Companion and the Corona Dragon Glamour. Stay tuned!

Custom Color Contest Reminder

In honor of the new color change that we made to a Beast's tongue/mouth, we're opening another Custom Color Contest. We want to offer the opportunity for you to make a permanent impact on Mythaura's color wheel!

This contest is free to enter, and only has the following parameters:

Only one entry allowed

Fill out Google Form by Friday, August 23, 2024 at 11:59pm PST

The dev team will reach out to the winner on September 1 to begin the color design process. Winner will have until September 23, 2024 to complete their color design. Please feel free to use our PSD file, if you'd like!

Winner will also receive 3x copies of the Empemeral Ink that matches their color's base hue (Red, Orange, Yellow, Blue, Green, or Violet).

We're so excited to see what you come up with!

Mythaura v0.30

Over ten new query conditions were added to support dialog and quest complexity.

An interact endpoint was added, allowing players to interact with NPCs using the query builder to power dialog selection.

The game state was refactored to be global, allowing things like "current health" to be maintained outside wild areas.

Query actions have been added, which allow things like dialog to trigger actions in-game.

Various bug fixes made to beast party, beast creation, and beast stats.

Voice types were added to NPCs and beasts.

Beast expression generation was implemented.

NPC tools were added to allow the generation of NPCs from beast codes.

Beast backgrounds have been added.

Thank You!

Thanks for sticking through to the end of the post, we always look forward to sharing our month's work with all of you--thank you for taking the time to read. We'll see you around the Discord!

[flowersandbirdsflyingfree]

Heya, Maddie!

It's random as hell, but I was wondering if you had any COD Zombies LGBTQ headcanons? Just curious :)

Good evening, Bee! I do have several! Here goes!🌷

For starters:

Takeo Masaki is asexual. He has interest in romance, but other affairs just don’t really interest him.

Dr. Schuster is gay. Peter McCain was too (that’s what the whole “Phoebe” incident was about)

It’s more canon that Samantha Maxis is lesbian (*cough* SamGrey *cough*)

Misty is definitely bi and you can’t convince me otherwise.

Primis Dempsey is more likely to be openly bi (thanks to a certain Samurai), and he was by Blood of the Dead. Ultimis Dempsey is too full of anger and internalized feelings to ever explore it, which is what he told Peter after those loving letters ended up not being “Phoebe”. He would hopefully come around if things hadn’t hit the fan. I still hate Tag Der Toten.

I remember someone having the headcanon that Marlton is trans and I think I do too! As if the poor guy doesn’t have enough anxiety, he worries sometimes if he won’t be accepted if he was ever open about it. Misty reassures that nothing could ever change what an amazing man he is. Perhaps she’s a little rough about defending him, but she’s always being the best supportive gf she can be.

Richtofen goes by no label if you asked him, but he is in my eyes pansexual (between the obvious mlm quotes and the few quotes said about women + Director having a wife). Primis never had the time to truly pursue any of the crushes he had. Ultimis did! He actually dated his college roommate. Due to wanting different career paths, they broke up. Ultimis’ quote about how “all American women do is play games” is in reference to a not-so nice woman he pursued short term in the Illuminati. There was a lot of passion. Alas, his poor little heart loved her more than she deserved.

To add to this, Ultimis Richtofen and Dr. Schuster actually had feelings for each other! But the two were shyly pining their feelings thanks to how awful the 1940s was. It’s without a doubt those late evenings performing “overtime” lab work there was just an excuse to grow closer. Before the 115-induced delusions warped Richtofen’s mind, it was actually endearing to see the softness between each other blossom. Maybe in another timeline, things went better than what we had to see.

Samuel Stuhlinger is gay, but he’s heavily closeted about it. It’s no help when a voice in your head knows about your secret daydreams and teases you about it.

I can still hear his voice… YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE

TO MY GLOWING GREEN

BALLS! 🤪🤪🤭

[icarusreign]

sorry for being so mia fam. adulthood is a scam, don't ever grow up 😔 i'll reply to all dms and get what i owe out hopefully tonight or tomorrow. if you wanna skip the plotting or we're already plotting and just wanna, drop a emoji in the replies and i'll slowly work through creating some short, simple starters for peeps (please be super patient, though, bc i'm slow and old and unfortunately have to work for The Man ™ )

[anonymousbeefriendfanfics]

Could I please get a HC for Felix from Last legacy for an MC who when they first woke up there had unnaturally colored hair (blue if I'm being self-indulgent or basic F/C if non descriptive.)

How Felix would react to MC's hair color fading and maybe him helping them dye it again.

Of course! Sorry it's a little short, but I hope you enjoy this - it feels so very good to write again, and I hadn't realized how much I missed Felix!

Fandom: Last Legacy

Character(s): Felix

Warnings: None

For starters, I'm going to take a slightly unique angle on this and assume that hair color changing is not that unusual in Astraea. Sure, one could argue that Rime's strawberry pink hair is as natural as his antlers, but what about Anisa? Her mother's hair appears to be solid, yet she's got those lovely streaks in her hair. So it's possible, however... I'm going to say that it isn't dye, but magic.

Imagine salons employing mages who can color your hair instantly, along with other feats, such as causing it to grow out instantly when you've tired of a short haircut. Or salons with a host of magical potions in stock that can be applied to your hair similarly to our dye and instantly causes the color to change! I imagine this is a bit more expensive than just getting a haircut, though, which might be a good way to explain the lack of such vibrant colors in Astraea - most people cannot afford it, or maybe can't access any salons with such options. Or mayhaps it's simply more common than we were led to believe!

For funsies, I'm going to say that Felix's hair is naturally a much duller shade of brown, but during his early teenage years he experimented with spells and potions to color it a bright purple to scandalize Escell, but it didn't quite work, so now it's just... got this purpleish hue to it.

It might So when you turn up with colored hair, it's the least of anyone's concerns. Forget your hair, they want to know where you came from, how you ended up here, and how to get you home!

But the thing about magically colored hair is that it doesn't quite suffer the same phases as our dye. It's either fully permanent, if one could pay enough or find a talented enough mage, or it simply fades away like magic and leaves your natural color behind. But this... this is different. The color fades, and your roots begin to show through as your hair grows out, and no one's ever seen anything quite like it before.

Once Felix finally notices, oblivious little dork that he is, his first instinct is that something is wrong - he skips straight over the possibility that you might be sick, as Sage would surely suggest, and instantly fears corruption. If magic is the thing that colors hair, then surely it must be the cause of strangely un-coloring hair as well. Think of it as an allergic reaction, of sorts; right as you start learning how to perform magic and becoming more and more proficient with it, your vibrant hair seems to wither and become dull.

It's Felix, so... he probably doesn't bring it up immediately. Instead, this loveable idiot decides to fix the problem himself, and tries dissuading you from using magic. The sudden 180 from encouraging you to study the heaviest tomes and practice until you're utterly exhausted to trying to talk you out of doing those exact things is... concerning, to say the least, and you're not that easily convinced.

One way or another, it comes out, whether it's you confronting him, Felix spilling his concerns on his own, or some knightly intervention from Anisa. You explain that your hair is dyed, and Felix freezes, assuming you meant, you know... died. Hopefully you'll explain the difference to him before he launches into a tangent of apologies.

Once he understands, however, he's on a quest to renew your hair for you. He either attempts it himself - which, as mentioned, might not have the best outcome - or he takes you to the best salon in Porrima to have your hair professionally done by a proper mage who can ensure the color will never fade again, unless of course you want a different color.

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[ask-good-cop-bad-cop]

▫️ Welcome to our ask blog! We started this blog as a way for Bad to more comfortably socialize, and to meet new people and hopefully make some new friends! Be sure to look through the rest of this post to get an idea of what to expect here! And please don’t let Bad intimidate you, I promise he’s not as grouchy as he seems. We can't wait to hear from you!

SETTING:

An AU in which the Special's plan to cap the Kragle actually worked- because Bad Cop chose to let the Master Builders go.

The TAKOS Tuesday That Never Was | Aftermath | "Normal"

CHARACTERS:

✮ Liam "Bad Cop" Copp ✮ Garrett "Good Cop" Copp ✮ Frank ✮ AJ ✮ Ace ✮ Ma Copp (guest appearances) ✮ Pa Copp (guest appearances)

Asks will be answered by Good Cop and Bad Cop by default. If you want your ask to be answered by the robots, or by Ma and Pa when they're available, please be sure to specify that in your question.

RULES:

✮ No NSFW or otherwise suggestive asks, please. We haven't had any problems with this yet but bear in mind that if this gets abused, anon will get turned off.

✮ No shippy or suggestive rp starters either. Mun is very much an adult and is also very much aware most of the active fandom these days are minors.

✮ Rude asks will not get answered either. This blog is run by an actual human being, not AI. Mind your manners.

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[silverfoxstole]

In need of a project a couple of months ago I decided to finish/improve my NotD cosplay.

For starters, I made a new shirt as the other one was very light fabric and the sleeves and body could have done with being a bit longer. Previously I’d used lawn but this time I chose a linen-look cotton in ivory:

Then, as this fabric is bulkier and the waistcoat I’d already made didn’t fasten comfortably over it I opted to make yet another one (number four!). It’s impossible to find a fabric similar to what was used on screen (not at my budget, at least), but I thought this dull satin I found on Etsy didn’t look bad and is faintly reminiscent of the silk Steven Ricks used for Paul’s remade costume last year (if you squint and use your imagination. A lot):

I paired it with some vintage glass buttons. Fortunately this satin didn’t disintegrate when sewn but I did have to interface all the pieces as it’s very thin, something that wasn’t totally successful as there are a couple of wrinkles here and there but I can live with it. I used lining fabric for the back again as it sews well and there’s minimal fraying. I’ve sewn my own scarf, too, from navy viscose challis; it’s just a square of fabric that I hemmed by hand.

When it comes to the coat I confess I would really like to remake it from scratch in a darker green but I can’t justify the expense at the moment. After wearing it out a couple of times before Christmas I decided that the sleeves actually were too short (I’m fairly sure I was a gibbon in a previous life) so I let them down, using the facing I’d added. That of course meant I ended up with an extra seam so there is now an additional strip of binding to cover it. Not accurate, but there wasn’t much else I could have done beyond making entirely new sleeves, While I was at it I let down the hem of the coat and bound it too, as I realised I should have made it a couple of inches longer.

To finish things off I managed to source a snake buckle and put together a belt, and also ran up a pair of gaiters, both from heavy faux leather. The belt was simple enough; I looked at pictures of WW1 belts and worked out how the pieces would fit together on paper before I cut them out. I had to try two or three times to get a fairly decent fit with the gaiters, measuring round my calves at regular intervals and adjusting as required. They’re not perfect but I don’t think they turned out too badly. I cut the holes for the eyelets slightly too big, which resulted in having to apply copious amounts of fabric glue to (hopefully!) stop them popping out. The laces should really be darker but I chose tan to match the ones in the boots I put with them.

And this is how it all looks put together with a new pair of jeans:

After putting it all on I came to the conclusion that it must take the Doctor an age to get dressed in the morning!

[ejzah]

A/N: This is a short one for tonight. Hopefully this story still makes sense at this point.

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Ain’t It A Kick In The Head, Part 12

Kensi had hoped that a night of sleep would give Deeks at least a little time to recover, but when she saw him the next morning, he looked clammy and pale with splotches of flushed skin along his cheekbones. The six hours of sleep he’d managed didn’t seem to have done much good.

Once they’d returned, Kensi had rebandaged his wound, which had indeed begun bleeding again, before they called OPS. That had been a long and unpleasant conversation. Callen and Sam didn’t love that they’d gone off-script without any warning or backup. Somehow, thanks to a lot of impressive quick talking, Deeks managed to convince them not to take over.

Against her better judgment, Kensi had kept the extent of Deeks’ injuries to herself. If she had, they almost certainly wouldn’t have agreed to merely being in overwatch.

“You look terrible,” Kensi told him, covering her concern with bluntness.

“I told you if you were going to stay over, you couldn’t criticize,” Deeks joked as he dragged himself to the kitchen area. He walked stiffly, arms held close to his side.

Kensi had insisted on staying with him, even though he repeatedly told her he was “good”. She worried that Frankie, or any number of criminals would somehow hear of his injuries and take the opportunity to strike. She told herself she simply didn’t want the operation to go bad, but she knew it went a lot deeper than that.

“I take it you’re not going to listen if I suggest you go to the hospital.”

“Would you?” Deeks raised an eyebrow, sardonic even when he almost certainly felt awful. When Kensi didn’t respond, he nodded in a satisfied way, and started pouring himself a cup of coffee.

Kensi watched him winced when he raised his arm to grab a mug, and rolled her eyes. “Let me do it,” she sighed, her worry making her irritable.

Directing him to a chair, she fixed a mug of coffee, guessing at what he’d like based on the cream in the fridge. Deeks accepted it with a grateful sigh, taking a long sip.

“Do you want some breakfast?” He’d be limited to sliced fruit or whatever could be stuck in the toaster, but she figured that would be better than an empty stomach.

Grimacing, Deeks shook his head once. “No, thanks.”

“You didn’t eat last night either,” she reminded him.

Clearing his throat, he leaned forward, his eyes tightening in obvious pain at the movement.

“I’ve survived on worse,” he informed her with one of those sly grins she was learning were intended to distract. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you down.”

“I’m not worried about that,” Kensi snapped in exasperation. She tossed the loaf of bread she’d found in the refrigerator on the counter, crossing over to stand in front of Deeks. He tilted his head back, expression shifting to something more uncertain and vulnerable. I’m worried because for the time being, you’re my partner. And for whatever crazy reason, I do care about you.” Giving into her instinct and desire for once, she dipped her head, just touching her lips to his. She finished by brushing his hair from his eyes. “So, I’d rather not see you put yourself in more danger.”

Deeks swallowed visibly, his eyes wide, his expression almost one of surprise. As though he didn’t quite believe what she said.

“Do you mean that?” he asked finally.

“Yes. You’re pretty good at telling when I’m lying,” she said, and his upper lip quirked up in a brief smile.

“That’s true.” He licked his bottom lip. “Ok, so what exactly does that mean?”

“For starters, it means you eat the damn toast I make you.”

Deeks laughed outright at that, his head tipping forward to press against her midsection. “It’s been a long time since anyone’s cared about me beyond my ability to do my work.”

“Well, then they don’t know what they’re missing,” Kensi murmured. Maybe it was a foolish thing to say when they had to be meet the Kaisers in just a few hours. She pushed that thought away, leaning down to kiss him again.

[foster-the-moths]

exuvia (septendecim au)

warnings: some descriptions of body horror (much tamer than emergence) and some implied suicidal ideation

jonah starts his journey back to the house. they find adam, but not in the way they expected.

2,411 words. sequel to verify

it turns out jonah did not need to walk for an entire mile, after all. after walking for about 5 minutes, he had noticed a car with one of its windows rolled down on the side of the road. it wouldn't have been his first choice, a forest green car with the license plate 'TCHGEEK' was pretty recognizable, and if a missing report went out then jonah was fucked. but he really didn't /have/ a choice, and besides, he could just ditch it after he and adam found another one to steal.

it was a tough squeeze, but they manage to fit their arm through the gap and unlock the car. nice. now he could just hot-wire it. hopefully. they fish a screwdriver out of their jacket pocket and crouch down to unscrew the panel under the steering column, setting the screws in the center console cup holders. the panel comes off easily, and reveals a few bundles of wires. he makes quick work finding the battery wires, and stripping them down to twist them together with a pair of pliers. he holds his breath as the radio crackles to life, but relaxes as it just plays some news station, and not the voice of an alternate. they move on to finding the starter wire, and it was taking him a bit longer than he would've liked to find it with how badly his vision was swimming, but he wasn't about to quit now. if he could get the car up and running he could get to adam faster and they could have a quick escape. they weren't sure if the alternates from the house would follow adam outside or not, but better safe than sorry.

they held their breath as they connected the starter wire and nearly hollered in joy when the engine started up. thank god the wires on this car were the same as the last one. he's not really sure what happens if the wrong wires are connected, and he really doesn't want to ever find out. he slams the car door shut and puts his hands on the wheel.

…and then realizes he is probably in no condition to be operating a vehicle. fuck. he could barely connect the wires together, how on earth is he going to drive? god, they were never going to make it back to that godawful house, adam was still good as dead. they were useless. they should just give up and-

wait. no.

he presses his hands against his eyes, using the pressure to ground himself. they couldn't spiral. not right now. it was just the MAD talking, they were fine. he's driven short distances while high before, he can make it three-quarters of a mile with a concussion. they would be fine. adam would be fine. they were not useless. adam was still alive, they were not going to fail him again by offing themselves before they could even get to the house. they grit their teeth, and eased a foot onto the gas pedal. he was going to make it to that house or die trying. he sets the radio on the center console, and starts to inch the car forwards.

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jonah counts his blessings as he pulls the stolen car up to the worst house in the world. they might've swerved and slammed the brakes the whole way there, and run over the curb as they parked, but hey! he wasn't dead. he thunks his head against the steering wheel, relieved. they grab the handle of the car door, yanking it and pushing outwards to stumble out into the street.

they leave the car running and the door open as they scan the front of the house for adam, squinting into the dark. this part of the neighborhood has no streetlights, and he wouldn't be surprised if the whole block was abandoned. whatever the reason may be, the lack of illumination proves to make searching for adam very difficult, especially when jonah is nursing what is most likely a concussion. maybe they should have angled the car towards the house so that the headlights would hit the face of the house.

instead he calls out, "adam?"

a beat of silence, then-

"jonah?" a crackling voice replies.

jonah looks towards where the sound originated, and finds a huddled mass on the front lawn, obscured by the dark. he carefully approaches, and stops five feet from where the figure lays.

he clears his throat, and then speaks, "when- uh- when is your birthday, and what do we do to celebrate?"

a shift, and then a voice. "january 18th. we… we go to the grocery store, buy whatever's in the bakery's reduced price section. nothing above seven dollars. or we just steal something. last year it was half of an apple pie," adam rasps, his voice hissing with an undertone of static.

jonah sighs in relief, unhunching their shoulders and throwing their head back to the sky with a grin. the static is strange, but he brushes it off. everything has sounded like that since he woke up, it makes sense that adam's voice is affected as well. he's found adam, and now they get the hell out of here.

"oh thank god," jonah laughs. "come on, man, i hot-wired a car on the way here, we can-"

"i can't get up," adam interrupts.

"you- what?"

"i… i think my legs are broken… or something. i can't walk right. my arms are broken too. i had to crawl out," adam confesses, his voice sounding small. he always did hate asking for help, and it appears that remained true even now.

"ah." christ, what did those things do to him? jonah thought alternates relied on mental anguish for their attacks, not breaking bones. "that's… not great. i don't think i can carry you. i'm pretty sure i have a concussion, and- uh- yeah," explains, cutting himself off sheepishly. they weren't really sure how to get adam to the car, and they couldn't just sit out here waiting for one of those alternates to come out of the house and maul them. they swallow down a tinge of fear at the thought, they had already spent too much time here. he felt like there were eyes on them, were they being watched? maybe adam was bait, maybe-

"oh… i- i think that if you put my arm over your shoulder i could walk. to the car, at least," adam suggests,

jonah blinks, dispelling the thoughts stinging their brain like a cloud of hornets. "okay, yeah… yeah i think i can do that," they assure, bending down to try and figure out how to get adam to his feet.

"okay. my left arm is… less broken than the other one. here," adam states, offering a limb and, yeah, even in the dark jonah can tell it is very much broken. he grimaces, dropping into a crouch and carefully laying it across his shoulder.

"does that… hurt at all? i don't want to make it worse," jonah murmurs, glancing at the dark shape of adam's shoulder like his entire arm might fall off if they jostle it too much.

"…not really," adam admits. "it's uncomfortable, but it doesn't hurt."

jonah swallows, making a mental note to read up on shock in the first aid books at hq. "okay, that's… concerning, but we'll deal with that once we get out of here. are you ready?" they look to adam, unable to make out more than a vague shape and a small amount of light bouncing off of his eyes and hair.

"yeah."

jonah stands slowly, supporting adam's weight as he flails his legs, trying to catch his balance. jonah's head screams in protest, but they grit their teeth and push through it. they stand still for a moment, before jonah coaches him through walking in unison, adam lurching along like a newborn deer. it definitely seems… strange, to say the least, adam's weight shifting in ways completely different from expected, but they make it work. soon, they are in front of the car, and jonah hoists adam into the passenger seat, stepping back to give him space.

jonah looks up to adam, and the words on his tongue die as his blood runs cold.

in the bright glow of the car light, jonah can finally make out adam's face. two fissures tear down his face from his eyes, lined with two perfect rows of pearly teeth. where his mouth would be, should be, is a smooth stretch of skin. something that looks like blood runs down his face, crimson streaming down his face in dried-up rivulets . jonah rips his gaze from the gruesome sight, but his eyes catch on the rest of adam's body. their eyes flit frantically, taking in ribs poking out of his chest from where they seem fused to his hoodie, raw flesh visible towards the middle, a grisly wound that ripples with his breath.

this is not adam. the thing in front of him has tricked him. they were such a fool to believe they hadn't left adam for dead, and now they were going to pay for it. this poor imitation of his friend would deliver him to death's doorstep, and he deserved it. a small part of his brain whispers in adam's devastated voice, "my body is wrong, i am not the real me."

"jonah?" adam croaks, "are you okay?"

jonah's gaze snaps to his eyes, the pupils of which seem to be spiking outwards across the whites. "yeah! yeah-yeah i'm- i'm fine! just… spaced out for a second, ha," jonah sputtered, his words a bit too rushed as he tears his eyes from adam. he was hallucinating, that's all. adam was fine! he was alive, and human, and everything else he should be! hell, if jonah looks at him out of the corner of his eyes then he looks normal enough! he's fine, but if jonah tells him what he's seeing, then he'll freak out. he just has to keep this to himself.

he strengthens his resolve, and rushes to close the car door, but adam throws out a hand to stop him, looking down. jonah follows his gaze, and just about keels over when he spots a leg with far too many joints spilling out onto the asphalt. adam brings the 'knee' to his chest, and the rest of leg slithers inside the car, pooling into the floor of the passenger side. adam does not look at them as he shuts the car door, a dull clunk leaving jonah the only one outside the car.

alone. in the dark. possibly with alternates waiting to gut him like a fish.

he scrambles to clear the front of the car, passing the headlights and grabbing hold of the driver's side door in a frenzy. they yank the handle with desperation, expecting for a hand to materialize out of the dark at any moment. he throws himself into the car seat, slamming the door behind him, and immediately fumbling to lock the car with the buttons on the door handle. after a series of reassuring clicks, he grasps the wheel and exhales, not realizing he had been holding his breath.

they avoid looking directly at adam, afraid of what they'll see, but in their peripheral they can see him facing them, teeth still running down his face like tear tracks, that's not him, that's not him-).

"jonah," adam starts warily, "are you... are you sure you're okay?" jonah spares him a quick glance out of the corner of their eye, before focusing on the dashboard.

"yeah, man! i'm fine, i just... uh... well," jonah stammers, floundering to find an explanation for his behavior. "um... you know how i said earlier that i didn't think that intruder guy's face could show up on the gps? well, uh, funny story, um. he did. that- that's why i crashed the car. so um. i think i might have MAD?" they stretch their mouth into a grin, hoping adam bought what was admittedly the truth, just... omitting some details.

"what?" adam blurts, disbelief in his tone.

"yeah, i've been, uh. seeing stuff out of the corner of my eyes and... um. yeah," jonah swallows, "it's uh, a bit hard to think."

"okay... fuck, i mean- can… can you even drive right now? you said you also have a concussion," adam inquires, a touch of worry lacing his tone.

jonah freezes, and then sobs out a laugh "shit, man. probably not… i mean, i barely got here in one piece. i don't think i could make it back to hq… ha, we're fucked! god…" he thunks his head against the steering wheel, and is rewarded with a spike of pain through his skull. what on god's green earth were they going to do now? they were doomed. they were doomed, and adam was not adam, and they might as well just-

"i… think i might be able to drive. just… crawl into the backseat, you probably need the rest anyways. i can handle this," adam remarks, his confidence betrayed by the waver in his voice.

jonah turns to look at him, and beyond the horrible illusion of his monstrous face, he sees a spark in his eyes. the same spark adam's normal eyes have, that says he isn't going to give in easily. and, well, jonah likely can't drive, and he certainly can't win an argument with adam right now. so they relent.

"…okay, yeah. sure. but if you kill us in a car crash, i'm never letting you live it down," they tease half-heartedly, moving to climb over the center console. he plops himself into the backseat with a huff, and adam slowly clambers his way into the driver's seat. he sets one hand on the wheel, which jonah notes is jutting out of his side above his hip. he forcefully bars the image from his mind. its not real. they don't what to think about what it means if it is. they don't want to think about what adam said over the radio. he fastens his seatbelt, and closes his eyes as adam slowly steers the car back into the road, the car jostling a bit as it goes over the curb jonah had run over before.

he doesn't sleep, but he lets himself drift off in a haze, only somewhat aware of his surroundings as adam takes them to hq.