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[gridzdoodle]

specific Tf2 thoughts that are canon because trust im valve

— pre-gunslinger Engineer had a giant burn scar on his right hand because when he was 17 he tried to make his mother’s divinity recipe and missed the bowl and spilt molten sugar all over his hand. He trained himself to be left-handed by the time the burns healed

— polyglot spy is a given, but I’m also a polyglot engineer and medic truther and all of them know latin

— lactose intolerant Pauling

— Scout loves milkshakes, but then Medic has a seething irrational hatred of them

— three times a month scout goes into town and comes back with tamales for the whole team and everyone loves him for the night. He refuses to reveal the identity of his “tamale plug” (she’s a middle aged woman who sells them out of her car in a grocery store parking lot)

-Admin does not need nor eat person food (just smokes), except if it’s a special occasion she will have herself a loaf of aspic

-Demo has kissed every person on the team. Not all on the lips mind you, but all of them

[copperbadge]

Europeans, I have some questions.

Do you know what ambrosia salad is?

If so, is the version you know of a) a normal salad or b) a "dessert" salad?

Do you know what Dirt Cake is?

If so, is that common knowledge in your region?

(What country/region do you live in, other context you wish to add, etc)

I'm working on the new Shivadh novel and I underestimated the comedic potential of Simon, a classically trained French chef who has been cooking for European nobility for thirty years, trying to set a menu for a graduation party with Noah, your average American teenaged garbage disposal, and Eddie, who is literally based on Guy Fieri. Reminds me of the bit in Infinite Jes where Michaelis mentions that Eddie and Gerald had him judge a debate about Hot Pockets and then confesses he doesn't actually know what they are.

(Context for the end of the snippet -- Hugo and Gwen are Simon's brother and sister-in-law, Claude is his young nephew.)

"Huh, okay, so are we doing like a salad theme?" 

"How do you mean?" Noah asked.

"Oh, just, you've got a potato salad and a pasta salad. I'd suggest a Jello salad for dessert but..." Eddie broke off at Alanna's horrified look. "That is what you will see on everyone's face," he said to Noah, pointing at Alanna. 

"Not so, I could do an aspic," Simon protested. "Sweet or savory, very traditional -- not this nonsense from American cookbooks from sixty years ago."

"American nonsense is kinda my brand," Noah pointed out. "Uh, I don't think we realized we were building a giant salad course but I am into that, actually. I'd like to discuss the Jello Salad," he said, and Eddie crowed delightedly while Alanna blanched, so Simon had to mediate a good-natured but extensive debate about gelatin in sweet dessert salads. 

It was an education; when he showed Hugo and Gwen what Americans thought ambrosia salad was, later, their horror was gratifying. It was a fitting prelude to his next exhibit, the Dirt Cake pudding cup, which made Hugo pretend to faint but -- even better -- fascinated little Claude so much that he insisted he wanted them instead of a cake for his next birthday. 

"He'll forget by the time the birthday arrives," Simon assured Hugo, who pretended to mop a sweaty brow. "And if he doesn't, I can elevate this. A light coffee mousse with chocolate biscuits -- drizzle with a sweet wine reduction -- jellied candy flavored with dragonfruit and blackcurrant."

"Can we put bones in the dirt?" Claude asked, already exploring his terrible American dessert options on his tablet. 

"Not human," Gwen said hurriedly. "That's a bridge too far for a birthday party, my darling," she told Claude. 

"Dinosaur bones?" Claude asked hopefully. Gwen and Hugo both looked at Simon. 

"Meringue, or marzipan," Simon pronounced. "Yes, that could be done. Well, my little gravedigger, we will see," he told Claude, tousling his hair.

[voxiiferous]

Can the muse cook?

Vox: jello and other cursed dinner party aspics, and similar foods. Otherwise absolutely not. He couldn’t cook in life when he could eat, anything now would probably just be a hazard. Is actually pretty good at cleaning though, and enjoys that well enough.

Hellaina: she can, nothing overly complicated, and she doesn’t particularly enjoy it, but capable of feeding herself, even if she’s more likely to resort to take out and ready-made food.

Dia: can absolutely cook and does so well! At least a couple of Vox’s employees are willing to overlook the occasional bout of cannibalism if Hellaina brings in stuff her wife has cooked.

Adelard: can cook! Can bake! …also has a lingering taste for medieval flavours, so guests beware. Sometimes you’ll get a lovely stew, sometimes you’re getting fish in sweet sauce, it’s sort of a toss up.

Svetlana: can cook, but, like Hellaina, doesn’t usually do fancy things. She eats a lot of Russian food, or at least Russian inspired, and as a result of years training to be an astronaut, also decently healthy.

Jayden: to everyone’s surprise, including his own, he’s not a complete disaster! A couple of years of home economics classes have taught him the basics of food preparation, like not to cross contaminate, and not to put water on a grease fire. Now whether anything he makes is edible…? Well… he’s more likely to be the influencer trying a weird recipe than the one designing it.

Ezra: not as well as his wife, but he’s not incompetent either. He can boil an egg, he can cook noodles. He’s better now than he was in life.

Metatron: Potentially has never cooked, doesn’t really need to eat. Just… don’t let him cook. That’s the smart choice.

Tara: in the way that if she needed to, she can. If she’s on Earth she’s more likely to buy something. If she’s on Sloth she’ll keep Bel awake so he can cook.

Belphegor: can cook*. (*so long as he doesn’t fall asleep). If he stays away he’s a perfectly decent cook, and evens sort of enjoys it. But he did once have to throw away a pan because he was boiling noodles, and fell asleep waiting for them. When he woke up and remembered then, the water was gone and they were thoroughly, thoroughly blackened and stuck to the metal.

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[ashleybenlove]

Eggs in aspic? The 70s were yikes.

Also, this Swiss-trained Chef guy is not using gloves! 😭😭

[x----tine]

Goodnight Sweet Thing

June 03, 2024

Two female wrestlers. One giant ring of Jell-O. One night only. Earlier this month, in celebration of Cristine Brache’s second book of poems, Goodnight Sweet Thing (anonymous Publishing, 2024), the artist took her pages to the stage with co-director Sigrid Lauren in an original theatrical adaptation at 4n studio in Chinatown. Starring Emily Allan, Betsey Brown, and Joshua Weidenmiller with a live score by Ryan Woodhall, the sold-out show carried themes pertinent to Brache’s series of work over the last few years, including America’s Sweetest Dream (NADA, 2023) and her short film titled Carmen (2023), all of which explores the complexity of power dynamics, mortality, and the female psyche.

Words by Vivien Lee

Photos by Alon Sicherman

Robert Greene, the author of The 48 Laws of Power once said that power is an invisible realm that envelopes society, where people continually battle each other though no one is trained to talk about it. Only when you make mistakes do you realize how political people are.

The rules of the game are simple, a referee in a fetish mask (Joshua Weidenmiller) exclaims to the crowd. Please. Don’t. Hurt. Me. Borrowing lines from Brache’s poems, the actors’ fragmented dialogues are a jarring display of cognitive dissonance in a three tableau narrative involving sports, the psyche, and polite society. The opponents, named Nothing Girl and Mary Magdalene, face each other in front of the nation’s flag, topping each other from the bottom, moving in-sync, writhing in a pool of red gelatin. The audience laughs, not knowing what to expect next. In the second scene, Josh plays an analyst examining Betsey in a lounge chair, an element of Jungian and Freudian influence on the night’s inquiries. Among those inquiries, the show’s co-directors probe into America’s obsession with the masking of oneself in order to survive and exist in reality; the juxtaposition of constraint and consequence deeply embedded in our daily roles.

“Sports mirror the facade of contemporary life,” Sigrid describes her and Brache’s vision for the evening, or poetry in motion, as she calls it. “We’re expected to perform, constantly pitted against one another within the capitalist machine under the scrutiny of a faceless judge.” One summary of the show could be more or less a marriage of central ideas revolving around interdependence, the unconscious, and PsychologyToday.com.

The third act ends with a play off of a prom scene, a celebratory tradition rooted in gendered competition and peer judgments. It would make sense that the use of Jell-O also holds origins as a 20th century symbol of another American invention—specifically aspic, molded vessels that once encapsulated long hours of domestic female labor as privileged entertainment. Inspired by the fetish magazine Blushes, Brache’s book cover depicts an AI-generated image of a mannequin-like woman with a man pouring water over her legs, imbued with an idyllic quality aesthetically referencing JCPenney catalogs from the ‘80s and conventional (or otherwise sanitized) notions of beauty.

Victorian era music plays in the background. Nothing Girl pushes Mary forward, who prays on her backside. Why does being sick last so long? She screams. “She’s sick because she’s staring at her reflection,” explains Sigrid. “She’s sick because she is using others, because she has to work too much, or maybe, because the machine is sick."

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #55

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. This is the conclusion to Brain Curd #54, so please read that first.

Grace poured water into the glass in front of Brenadine, stopping exactly a half inch from the rim. She pulled back the pitcher and held it steadily, just as she was trained to.

“Would you like anything else to drink this evening?”

“Hmmm.” Brenadine leaned back in her chair and put her feet up on the table. “I drove here, so I think I’ll start with just two beers.”

Grace screamed internally.

“You know what, though? I’m ready to order my whole meal.”

Grace tilted her head. “Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer to wait for the rest of your party?”

“Nah. They’re all the type for sushi and gazpacho. Won’t touch hot foods with a twenty-foot fork. Whatever ya got in the walk-in that’s safe to eat cold, they’ll just have that. For me, though, I want the five courses of the day.”

Grace looked side to side, saw no one was looking, and leaned in to whisper. “Madam, you do know the five course meal is over one thousand dollars, do you not?”

Brenadine smirked and looked her in the eye. “I reckon you aren’t even supposed to talk prices at the table… are you?”

“I just wouldn’t want there to be an unpleasant situation later on.”

“You best believe there will be if you don’t give my order to the kitchen.”

Grace stood up straight. “Of course, right away madam.”

She speedwalked to the kitchen and set the pitcher down on the counter. “Table ten wants the five-course. I’ll be back in a minute.” She then went to the bar and filled two glasses with their finest beer. Grace figured if money was no object for Brenadine, she’d at the very least puff up the minimum gratuity.

Grace returned to the kitchen and took the plate for the first course: a single smoked quail yolk on a sesame cracker. She arrived at the table with that plate and those two glasses of beer. Brenadine began chugging one immediately and slammed it on the table, punctuating it with a loud belch.

“Oh, hell yeah!” Brenadine slammed back the first course and moaned with pleasure.

Grace stood there awkwardly, waiting for her to stop, but she just kept going. The best way out was to slowly and subtly back away.

Course two: miso-infused sous vide coconut served over a bed of rice, topped with beluga caviar. This was a larger plate than the first - at least two bites for the average person, maybe three - but Bernadine swallowed it practically whole. And the reception was much the same as for the first course - perhaps louder.

Course three: a deconstructed fruit salad aspic selection - in other words, fancy virgin Jell-O shots. Brenadine seemed less interested in this part of her meal. The two beers seemed to have made her a bit introspective.

“Grace, be honest with me.”

“Okay.”

“Am I obnoxious?” The false lashes were falling off of her left eye.

“Uh… your fourth course is ready.”

Course four: herb butter basted lamb chop with a rainbow chutney and saffron couscous. Bernadine’s head was on the table.

“Are you alright?” Grace asked.

“No.” Bernadine wiped her nose on the table cloth. “I’m not alright. My husband left me and I’m going to die alone.”

“No… no, you’re not going to die alone. You’ll find someone new.”

“No I won’t. People barely put up with me. I barely put up with most of them.” Tears ran down her cheek. “I loved him, Grace.”

Grace hesitantly rubbed her back with one hand. “It’ll be alright.”

“Maybe. But maybe now I have everything except what matters.” She sniffled. “I should go. I’m ruining the place for everyone else.” Bernadine fished around in her purse for her wallet and pulled out a credit card. “Here,” she threw it on the table. “Keep it.” She got up and walked away, but turned around to say one more thing. “You can have my dessert. Thank you for listening.”

“What about your lamb chop?”

“I’m not hungry.” She waved it away. “Take it.”

Bernadine stumbled away, zig-zagging across the restaurant until she found the curtain which hid the owner’s office. She looked it up and down, pushed it out of her way, and stumbled in. Grace moved to stop her, but Winston held her back by the shoulder. She looked him in the eye, and he nodded.

“Take the rest of the evening off, Grace. Sorry I couldn’t warn you.”

Grace sat down at table ten to eat the fourth course. It was delicious, and certainly more filling than anything else she’d brought to the table that evening, but nevertheless it was fleeting. Winston brought her the final plate.

Course five: a matcha ice cream rose served on a bed of dark chocolate brownie soil. The rose was a contradiction - despite sublimating liquid nitrogen into a thin fog, the outer petals wilted and melted before her eyes - it was too delicate to save from its fate. She took a spoonful to her mouth and savored it: rich, airy, bittersweet.

[dust-n-roses]

My favourite first listens of 2023!

In no particular order – though I will say that my album of the year is Take Me Back To Eden & my song of the year is The Dirt I’m Buried In!

Dance Devil Dance (2023) – Avatar (standout song: The Dirt I’m Buried In)

Take Me Back To Eden (2023) – Sleep Token (standout song: Rain)

In Absentia (2002) – Porcupine Tree (standout song: The Sound of Muzak)

Larks Tongues’ In Aspic (1973) – King Crimson (standout song: Easy Money)

Train of Thought (2003) – Dream Theater (standout song: In The Name of God)

Aqualung (1971) – Jethro Tull (standout song: Aqualung)

Abbey Road (1969) – the Beatles (standout song: I Want You (She’s So Heavy))

Screaming for Vengeance (1982) – Judas Priest (standout song: Electric Eye)

Up The Downstair (1993) – Porcupine Tree (standout song: Burning Sky/Fadeaway)

Danger Money (1979) – U.K. (standout song: Danger Money)

Thick As A Brick (1972) – Jethro Tull (standout song: Pt. 1)

Todd Rundgren’s Utopia (1974) – Utopia (standout song: Utopia Theme)

Red (1974) – King Crimson (standout song: Starless)

The Least We Can Do Is Wave To Each Other (1970) – Van der Graaf Generator (standout song: After The Flood)

Eternal Blue (2021) – Spiritbox (standout song: Circle With Me)

Honourable mentions

Individual songs I enjoyed a lot!

Get Him Back! – Olivia Rodrigo

Veteran of the Psychic Wars – Blue Öyster Cult

Perhaps – Guns N’ Roses

The Green Manalishi (With The Three-Pronged Horn) – Judas Priest

Personal Shopper – Steven Wilson

I Can See You – Taylor Swift

Solsbury Hill – Peter Gabriel

Rockin’ In The Free World – Neil Young

Doctor Doctor – UFO

Montana – Frank Zappa

Practice What You Preach – Testament

Love From The Other Side – Fall Out Boy

Mother – Danzig

I Don’t Wanna Be Me – Type O Negative

Inamorata – Metallica

Starlifter: Fearless Pt. 2 – Crown Lands

Man With An Open Heart – King Crimson

Cat Food – King Crimson

Still… You Turn Me On – Emerson, Lake & Palmer

Hollywood Nights – Bob Seger

World Painted Blood – Slayer

Lazarus – Porcupine Tree

Anaesthetise – Porcupine Tree

From The Beginning – Emerson, Lake & Palmer

Everybody Wants To Rule The World – Tears For Fears

Tarkus – Emerson, Lake & Palmer

If Darkness Had A Son – Metallica

The Turn of a Friendly Card – the Alan Parsons Project

Games People Play – the Alan Parsons Project

Take The Time – Dream Theater

L’Enfant Sauvage – Gojira

Only For The Weak – In Flames

A Place You’ll Never Find – Skylimit

Blessed Be – Spiritbox

Honey (Are U Coming?) – Måneskin

Tomorrow Night – Atomic Rooster

Rotoscope – Spiritbox

The Dog, The Dog, He’s At It Again – Caravan

Too Close/Too Late – Spiritbox

Jaded – Spiritbox

Gone – Geddy Lee

I Am… You Are – Geddy Lee

Kayleigh – Marillion

[msfbgraves]

Having to wash cigarette smoke out of your clothes is no longer a thing.

How do you mean sun tanning and lead in gasoline will kill you?

Anti vax movement? ANTI vax movement? You're insane.

Life is so incredibly fast. If you really wanted to know something before you had to go to the library and look it up in physical media. You had pictures of the news maybe once a week in the cinema. Now it's constant and everywhere.

The abundance of consumer goods and yet we have food deserts.

In their day, billionaires built huge public monuments. Now they complain about not getting a hard on during private space trips.

Video games are pretty awesome.

Way less open racism. It's there but at least people in Mississippi don't get lynched for voting.

Exactly what happened during the AIDS crisis?

Mass air travel. Everything about it. When they grew up it was either highly exclusive or military.

GPS is a godsend. They used paper maps and sometimes you didn't arrive for hours. It happened.

Texting, ah, they remember telegrams but they were starting to go out of fashion.

Holy shit we had a black president

Holy shit Nazis are working with the president?

They would have liked to have been involved in the Civil Rights Movement.

Why are there no TRAINS? Also hells yeah bullet trains!

Indoor bathrooms everywhere!!

Women poc senators. Good.

Holy shit Broad Spectrum Antibiotics. But what is MRSA?

Nanosurgery. They agree.

People have vitamin overdosis now? They grew up with ricketts.

No more polio and artificial pancreases? Good.

Oppy the - we went to MARS???

Forget Yugoslavia, can someone explain Pakistan?

They built a Wall in Berlin? For forty years?

Nuclear waste ...?

Decolonisation - good, the US should try it, but what is Zimbabwe?

What, in very broad strokes, is the deal with Cuba? Also China.

No but back up. The Nazis did what? No one is that evil, the Nazis did what?

What is wrong with aspic tho?

Why do you have to take your shoes off before getting on a plane? And why can't you visit the pilot?

No but life goes so fast no one has any time ever.

Music is incomprehensible they weren't even around for Elvis. They would be fascinated by the Sixties though as a gateway to the world they live in now.

Jeans everywhere. Nobody ever wears a hat.

They don't mind that you can't randomly smack kids anymore. They definitely had grumpy neighbors that did that in their youth. Kids that weren't theirs.

I'm writing a story for Steve and Bucky and for research purposes I have a question for fans.

What are things the things that would be new for Steve and Bucky?

From political aspects (Like Yugoslavia no longer exists) to small things for day to day life, like the inventions of microwave.

[san-fics]

Multi-group-Chat

Text fic

MultiNoir, Ladynoir, Marichat, Adrianette, Ladrien, DJWifi

AO3

Part 4

01:30 pm

Private messages Ladybug - Chat Noir

MyLady: why do u hate Adrien?

MyLady: r u jealous?

Kitty: really?

Kitty: what does he have that i don’t?

Kitty: fan girls? Pretty face? Fame? Money?

MyLady: Chat

Kitty: cause i’ve got that all covered

Kitty: the only thing

Kitty: he seems to have yr vote for him over me

MyLady: Chat

MyLady: u’r my partner

MyLady: i’d never choose someone else over u

MyLady: in battle

MyLady: i just don’t get it

MyLady: why r u so much against him?

Kitty: that’s simple

Kitty: he failed u

MyLady: Chat

MyLady: u weren’t there

MyLady: how can u judge him?

Kitty: neither were u

Kitty: anyway

Kitty: u can have him

Kitty: but i prefer Luka

Kitty: just for u to know

MyLady: SM knows Luka’s id

Kitty: it didn’t disturb u during wishmaker

MyLady: i didn’t have much choice

MyLady: but if we train Adrien

MyLady: we may have this choice

Kitty: what ever

MyLady: thank u, Chat

Kitty: u know i can’t fight u, my lady

Kitty: u have power over me

MyLady: kitty

MyLady: don’t

Kitty: ...

01:43 pm

The team - group chat

Carapace: why everyone left?

Carapace: i feel lonely

Rena Rouge: i’m here, babe

Rena Rouge: but it looks like some things r better to be discussed in PM

Rena Rouge: u know, by our main couple

Ladybug: we r not a couple

Chat Noir: yet

Rena Rouge: see, babe?

Rena Rouge: those were the magic words for LB and CN to appear

Ladybug: Chat

Chat Noir: u know u love me

Chat Noir deleted a message

Chat Noir: i have to be on the alert when new guys appear on the team

Ladybug: Chat, will u add him?

Ladybug: i’m not an admin for this chat

Chat Noir: but u r the admin for this Chat

Ladybug: kitty

Chat Noir: i love when she calls me that

Chat Noir added Aspic

Rena Rouge: and here i thought it was already the top level fun)

Rena Rouge: hey Aspic

Carapace: greetings, dude

Ladybug: welcome to the team, Aspic

Multimouse: hello Aspic

Chat Noir: u r on training, don’t relax too much

Ladybug: Chat

Aspic: umm, hello?

Aspic: what am i doing here?

Aspic: are u all superheroes?

Aspic: i thought i failed

Ladybug: don’t say that, Aspic

Ladybug: u’ve done a great job

Ladybug: and we want u to do even better

Chat Noir: which won’t be too hard...

Ladybug: Chat

Chat Noir: sorry

Chat Noir: we welcome you in the team, Aspic, and will gladly train u

Carapace: wow, more passive-aggressive here

Carapace: i thought it was the Ladybug/Multimouse thing

Aspic: Ladybug can’t be like that

Aspic: she’s perfect

Ladybug: kfusgaiflcbaueod

Ladybug: sorry

Rena Rouge: here it comes

Chat Noir: u right, she is

Chat Noir: i guess it’s something we can agree on

Chat Noir: anyway

Chat Noir: i’ll make a schedule and send here

Chat Noir: if someone can’t cower their night, we’ll fix it

Chat Noir: i think it’s better to have stable pairs for few patrols

Chat Noir: then we switch

Chat Noir: Ladybug can have the snake

Chat Noir: Rena and the turtle can go together

Chat Noir: princess is with me

Aspic: schedule?

Aspic: princess?

Aspic: umm

Ladybug: i’ll explain everything on our first patrol

Ladybug: don’t worry

Rena Rouge: :)

Ladybug: Chat

Ladybug: what about us?

Chat Noir: what about us?

Ladybug: our patrols

Chat Noir: we fight akumas like every day

Chat Noir: plus the team needs us more then we need each other now

Chat Noir: it’s not like we’re a couple

Ladybug: ...

Ladybug: r u still mad at me?

Chat Noir: no

Chat Noir: but they need a training

Chat Noir: patrols are a good starting point

Ladybug: u’r right

Aspic: who’s Multimouse?

03:14 pm

Private messages Nino - Adrien

Nino: dude

Nino: u were tired today

Nino: r u ok?

Adrien: sure

Adrien: just a late night

Nino: reading fanfictions again?

Adrien: it was just once, Nino

Nino: right) i believe u

Nino: so

Adrien: so?

Nino: what with all the glances?

Adrien: what do u mean?

Nino: at school

Nino: i trust u didn’t stare at my girlfriend

Adrien: bro

Adrien: i would never

Nino: i know, bro

Nino: but it makes me wonder

Nino: Marinette?

Adrien: what about her?

Nino: dude, i’m not blind

Nino: u couldn’t keep yr eyes of her

Adrien: me???

Adrien: and Mari?

Adrien: we r just friends

Nino: right

Nino: that’s what i thought)

Nino: anyway

Nino: u won’t believe what’s happening

Nino: we have a superhero group chat now

Nino: and brand new heroes no one’ve seen yet

Nino: and we’ll patrol the city in pairs now

Nino: i’m so glad i can share with u now

Adrien: wow

Adrien: this sounds cool

Adrien: u deserve it, Nino

Adrien: u’re great

Nino: i’m only worried about the couple

Adrien: the couple?

Nino: Ladybug and Chat Noir

Adrien: r they a thing?

Adrien: i didn’t know that

Nino: haha, neither do they)

Nino: it’s just obvious for us

Nino: but not for them

Nino: kind of like u and Mari

Adrien: me and Mari?

Adrien: but we r friends

Nino: that’s what they think too

Nino: anyway

Nino: what i’m worried about, is that they fight over those other new heroes

Nino: if LB have chosen someone herself, why would she dislike her?

Adrien: that sounds strange

Nino: but then again

Nino: there’s Chloe

Nino: so u never know

Nino: and Chat Noir

Adrien: what about him?

Adrien: is he being annoying again?

Nino: no, not at all

Nino: i was really mad when i said that

Nino: he is actually very professional

Nino: especially in organizing a team, it turns out

Nino: but the thing is

Nino: i thought he was really into Ladybug

Adrien: me too

Adrien: what makes u think he is not?

Nino: Multimouse

Adrien: Multimouse?

Nino: it’s a new mouse hero

Nino: well like old new mouse hero

Nino: anyway

Nino: Chat Noir definitely got it bad for her

Adrien: bckemaoafheuian

Adrien: my phone fell

Adrien: why do u think so?

Nino: he is like overprotective of her

Nino: especially with Ladybug

Nino: and he calls her princess

Nino: in front of LB as well

Nino: and he was like puppy all around her

Nino: even in the chat

Nino: and took her for a date

Nino: and it seems the date went well

Adrien: from what u’re saying it sounds bad

Adrien: but maybe he is just being friendly?

Adrien: he seems to be fair to Ladybug

Nino: maybe he thinks so

Nino: but i think he’s long gone under the princess’s spell

Adrien: hmm

[part 1] [part 3] ... [part 5]

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[adobe-outdesign]

Aspic fumes AU with the new DHMIS show. Jobs is just the trio walking around in a factory. Death is Duck believing he's dead while the other two befriend some pink putty. Family is Lillie and Todney trying to invite them over to their house only for Red Guy and Duck to leave while Roy picks up Yellow Guy after dinner. Friendship is the trio believing they have a computer and Warren believing he's an eagle. Transport is Red Guy playing with a toy train and stealing a car. IDK for Electricity.

Electricity is the trio convinced that they're experiencing a blackout when in reality they just haven't flipped the light switch yet

[struckbythestars]

Bonjour, bonsoir peut-être, et si comme nous vous ne vous embêtez pas avec les salutations guindées : Coucou,coucou !

On voulait faire un petit post pour présenter la fanfiction que nous sommes en train d'écrire, parce que... et bien, elle nous tient à cœur cette histoire !

1975, Poudlard :

En ces temps sombres et troubles, les élèves du collège Poudlard sont encore à l'abri au sein des murs du château. Il s'agit aussi de la cinquième année des Maraudeurs, de Lily, Mary, Marlène, Dorcas et de Severus Rogue. Entre romance, chamailleries, anniversaires surprises, transformation en animagi, magie noire, trahisons et parfois comédie musicale, les adolescents devenus trop vite adultes doivent faire face au monde qui les attend après qu'ils aient passé leurs ASPICs. La guerre est toute proche mais l'insouciance doit encore subsister.

Nous espérons que ce résumé vous a plu ou tout au moins intrigué et on vous retrouve bientôt avec un extrait du premier chapitre.

XOXO, les autrices.

[christianstepmoms]

Are there any cool environments that you would like to see more of in fantasy books / tv shows / games / movies ? For example: mushroom fortresses, desert oasis towns, subterranean castles, etc.

I really want to see fantasy settings in late 1800's - early 1900's aesthetics. The old west, 20's art deco cityscapes, the industrial revolution. Dwarven bandit train heists, high elf yuppies eating suspension aspic hors d'oeuvres at a kinetoscope film debut. Half-orc newsy kids trying to get a quick buck off of well-to-do human businessmen. I want to see a Halfling Sherriff and his Half Orc Deputy have a Good, Bad & The Ugly quickdraw showdown with a bunch of Dragonborn outlaws next to The Town Saloon, full of drunkards and tiefling jezebels working the upstairs brothels. Old washed up wizards trying to get into Engineering science and cheat by using magic when they cant figure out a practical application/solution to something.

I don't even think the setting could necessarily be mutually exclusive with traditional Castle and Dungeon aesthetics as I think an interesting story could be made out of how the Old World is dying and making way for an industrialized future (For better or, more likely, for worse).

[16ruedelaverrerie]

how do you draw Nines?? is it like this? 1. draw soft boi ( Connor) 2. erase those puppy eyes and give him cold dead orbs and eyebrows that could shank someone. am I close???

YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY CORRECT, ANON. That having been said, just to state the obvious, ALL RK900S ARE PRECIOUS AND WORTHY: “Dead-Orbed Eyebrow Shanker” Nines, “Erotic Asphyxiation Guru” Nines, “Emotions Are for Children and Italians” Nines, “Soft and Wet” Nines, “Babey’s First Day at Pre-K” Nines, “Gay and Unhinged About It” Nines, THEY MUST ALL BE CHERISHED

Sometimes I give Connor and Nines different bone structures, or maybe I just think about giving them different bone structures and don’t actually do it??? Do I even know how to bone structure in art? Debatable. This blog is not a place for representational accuracy so a lot goes fast and loose around these parts. It’s all good SO AS LONG AS NINES IS CHERISHED

If it’s the Apollo addressed in that one Cassandra comic, TRULY, WHAT THE FUCK, APOLLO, RIGHT???

It’s nice when that comic makes the rounds without it turning into a reblog fight about how Cassandra ~deserved it for breaking a promise to Apollo~ and how ~the original myth explains why she was in the wrong~. I think I’ve written enough about my opinions on those stances to have purged myself of the need to write any more, but still, very pleasant not to have to think about it!

Oh gosh definitely not a professional in re: art! Not only because I struggle a lot with basics and technique, but I don’t have the work ethic, either! But that’s okay! I have fun here regardless, and I’m very happy to hear that you enjoyed looking through the blog! Thank you thank you v v v

WHAT’S UP KNUCKLEFUCK my god I have not been accused of being Ana Marie Cox in 10+ years, THIS... IS A FLASHBACK EPISODE. Are you Ana Marie Cox?!

RBR was such a meaningful time for me! I suppose my politics have changed since -- or rather, I’ve learned a lot about how my politics were not being served adequately by elected officials -- but what I remember most fondly about RBR is our vernacular, the in-jokes, and the moments when we were the most determined to make RPF resemble real people as little as possible. Our sloe-eyed ex may be in the rearview, but RBR, I think of you all the time.

Aaaaa thank you so much, I’m glad they were a good time! :’) IT APPEARS THAT I’VE PEAKED VERY EARLY, BUT I WILL CONTINUE TO PLAGUE THIS FANDOM UNTIL I AM DRUMMED OUT OF TOWN

YOU SHOULD BE SORRY ABOUT THIS!!! YOU COME INTO MY HOME, DUAL-WIELDING MONSTROUS DISCORD-BASED ALTERNATE UNIVERSES OF BOTTOMLESS HORROR, SMASHING THEM TOGETHER TO FORM ONE GIGANTIC MONSTROUS DISCORD-BASED ALTERNATE UNIVERSE OF BOTTOMLESS HORROR!!!!!! I most definitely did not even consent to Teletubby Vacuum Nines, that is not even a monstrosity that I signed up for

I really wish that there were a better way to share these “you had to be there” trains of thought with people, because I’m sure that literally everyone has accidentally come up with horrible things that make them laugh for years to come, and yet so much of their charm is impossible to capture in subsequent explanations. Like how would you go about explaining JELLO NINES? “Well it’s that jelly is very... versatile... and we talked about Gavin deciding that if he can make anything out of aspic, he can make a boyfriend out of aspic too... and it’s just very funny to think that a Nines made out of jelly, a QUIVERING TRANSLUCENT DUNGEON BOSS, is for some reason MUCH BETTER LOVED BY GAVIN THAN THE ACTUAL NINES”

I cannot draw this, Sun. I cannot draw this because I cannot explain it. I cannot draw it... but I will love it to my dying day

!!! THIS IS AN HONOR thank you very much! I am grateful for this follow, given with absolutely nothing received in return! I suppose I can say for myself that I don’t update frequently enough to clutter up your dash overmuch, which is a small but truthful thing. I also just generally like shooting shit about fandom-at-large and tropes in the abstract, so I know that we have things in common beyond the vagaries of what particular fandoms we are involved with!

I wonder what my Thoughts on Yaoi are at the moment, I should gaze inwardly and poll myself on this very important matter.