#I have it when one cute ship needs to suffer for another

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Happy That I Came is Chet about Cherry (and Soda by extension)

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Oo I got something for TFO

If possible would you be open to doing a human s/o with D-16? Like the human came from another planet that was destroyed and they got stranded on Cybertron and somehow managed to end up in Iacon city?

D-16 (Megatron) x Reader – The Creature From Another World - Part 1 of 2

A/N – This is so much longer than I thought it would be. I think it may be the most fun, silly fic I’ve ever written and I am so happy that I got to write it. Also, SPOILERS FOR THE END OF THE TRANSFORMERS ONE MOVIE IN THE FINAL SEGMENT!

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

It was all Orion’s fault. Everything that was likely to get D-16 in trouble was his fault. It was always, ‘Hey, what if we searched the tunnels for something even more valuable than energon?’ Or ‘You want to come into the archives with me? Of course, I have a permit. It’s not like I would try breaking in… again.’

This time, the line that was sure to get D-16 into trouble was, “Hey bud, don’t tell anyone but I got us a pet!”

D-16 rubbed his helm exasperatedly, “A pet, Pax! Why can’t you just obey the rules for once.”

“Hey, there are no rules against keeping pets,” Orion said excitedly, heading over to his locker to retrieve the creature in question.

“Of course there aren’t! Because no one would be stupid enough to keep one!”

“You just haven’t seen it yet. It’s really cute.”

“I hope your spark eater tears off your face, Pax. I really do,” D-16 deadpanned.

“Not a spark eater,” Orion chuckled, then he began whispering into his locker, “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt ya, little cutie. That’s it, settle down now.”

D-16 shook his head, “You’re gonna get demoted all the way down to the 40th sub-level and when you do, I’m not gonna save your sorry aft. Besides Pax, there isn’t enough energon to go around as is. How’re you gonna feed a pet?”

“That’s the thing,” Orion said eagerly. “It doesn’t fuel up on energon.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. What kind of thing doesn’t need energon?” D-16 asked, his curiosity finally getting the better of him as he tried to peek over Orion’s shoulder at the so-called ‘pet’ he was trying to grab.

He heard some scrabbling, Orion said some more soothing words and then Orion turned around, holding a creature half his size around the waist in both servos.

“D-16, meet our new pet, Minitronus.”

“Minitronus!” D-16 said excitedly. He knew Orion had only picked the name to foster his attachment and ensure that he kept the creature a secret.

D-16 got close to Orion’s pet, resting his hands on his thighs as he bent down. “Whoa, what is it?”

“C’mon D-16. If you don’t know, I’m not gonna tell you.”

“You have no idea, do you.”

“Not a one.”

The creature chittered angrily, pushing at Orion’s servos.

“It looks angry,” D-16 observed.

“It’s just getting used to us. That’s all.”

Orion began stroking at the creature’s head.

“Okay Pax,” D-16 said, resigning himself to Orion’s crazy new pet, as he knew he would from the start. “C’mon then. Tell me all about it. What does it eat? Where’d you find it? And most importantly, how’re we going to keep it a secret?”

“Hey! I said HEY! YOU UP THERE! STOP PETTING ME! I’M NOT AN ANIMAL, YOU BIG DUMB IDIOT!”

The giant metal man smiled at you affectionately, opening his mouth to say something you couldn’t understand. It all sounded like scraping metal and electrical noises and you couldn’t make sense of any of it.

Ever since the Quintessons had abducted you, your life had been nothing but trouble. You were their prisoner but when they found out your planet had nothing of worth, they decided it would be better to experiment on you. The only consolation was that you could at least understand the Quintessons, who had multiple translator devices on their ship.

You were very fortunate that the Quintessons didn’t view you as a threat since they didn’t bother keeping you in any kind of high-security prison and so you managed to escape before they did anything too terrible. The worst you suffered were a few zaps from a weak cattle prod, probably testing your nervous system.

Yet, having escaped the Quintesson ship, you had landed yourself into deeper trouble. You had found yourself on a living metal planet, and though a few plants grew on the ever-transforming surface, the pocket computer you had stolen from your captors informed you they were poisonous.

Fortunately, you had thought a few things through regarding your escape. You had managed to grab a backpack, stuffing it full of provisions and interesting gadgets. The food was stored in dehydrated cubes so with proper care, it could last you months, maybe even an entire year. The backpack also contained a device to keep you warm, a cube that turned into a forcefield when thrown to the ground, and most importantly one of the translators that had allowed you to understand the Quintessons along with a few other gadgets.

However, despite your planning, things hadn’t gone very well for you. After touching down on the planet, you boarded a train that you hoped would take you to civilisation, and while it did take you to a city underground that was more beautiful and advanced than you could imagine, it was clear that the alien life-forms there had never seen an organic creature before.

The few you tried to talk to initially screamed as if you were vermin and tried to blast, stab, and crush you in succession. As you scrambled for your life, you took a kick to the back, saved by your pack which had broken your much-needed translator.

You ran and hid, keeping out of sight and soon you started feeling like the vermin the metal people viewed you as. You learned quickly to keep out of sight and made your way to where there were fewer bots, spending many quiet hours either sleeping in vents or trying to repair your translator with the limited knowledge you had.

Yet, your luck couldn’t last forever and eventually, you ran into a vent that turned out to be a transportation tunnel to and from the mines. It was there that Mr Big-Red-Idiot-Bot caught you and took you to the charging bays. At first, you thought your luck was turning around and that he was going to take you to someone who would be able to understand you since he was obviously trying to be gentle with you. Then it became clear that he just thought you were some kind of stupid animal in need of care and he adopted you as his pet.

“What are these things?” D-16 asked, gently lifting your top.

You slapped at his servo, swearing at him even though he couldn’t understand you. Orion laughed, “I don’t know, but that’s how it reacted to me too. I think they’re to keep it warm. Either way, it doesn’t like it when you touch them. Oh, and hey, check this out, it does tricks.”

Orion shoved you back into his locker where your bag was. You ran to your pack, hurriedly grabbing your broken translator and showing it to the new grey bot. You had tried repeatedly showing it to Big Red, but he didn’t get what you were trying to do and always just laughed at you.

“What’s it holding?” D-16 asked.

“Playing with some scrap metal. Isn’t that cute? It has a favourite toy! I think Minitronus might have belonged to someone else once because it has all these adorable toys in there and it can make its own fuel.”

You sighed. Clearly, the grey bot was no better than Big Red, but at least he wasn’t trying to kill you. You shook your head and began searching your pack for some tools to repair the translator. Upon seeing you grab a screwdriver, Orion took it from you.

You yelled a few more insults, demanding it back but Orion just teased you, holding it just out of reach.

“Aww does Minitronus want the toy? Do you? Do you? That’s it, reach for the toy. Grab it.” He cooed.

D-16 rolled his eyes, amused by both Orion and his new pet. He snatched the miniature ‘toy’ screwdriver from his friend, handing it back to you. “Don’t tease it, Orion.”

You nodded gratefully at D-16 and he ruffled your hair. This time, you didn’t bother insulting him since he had given you what you wanted.

The work alarm went off overhead and Orion slammed his locker shut just in time for the influx of workers to come through the shared stasis bunker on their way to work. D-16 tried to fight against the crowd to stay by the locker but Orion pulled him into the fray, muttering that it would look suspicious if he wasn’t at work on time.

“But what about- Will it be okay in there?” D-16 whispered as they headed into the lift.

“Sure,” Orion said from the corner of his mouth, trying to be quiet. “It’s been in there for days and it's been fine.”

“If you say so.”

“I do. Now be quiet and act normal.”

D-16 smiled and gave a small awkward wave to a bot in front of him who was observing the pair with a raised optical ridge. Over the years, Orion had caused more than his share of trouble so D-16 was used to the scrutinising looks from others, though he always got nervous when they both had something to hide.

You sighed and rested your hands on your hips. It was awful being constantly stuffed in a locker, especially since Big Red didn’t seem to think things through. He shoved you in your new ‘home’ whenever other bots were around or when he went to the lift which you assumed meant he was working. The problem with that was that his species didn’t tire easily and could work a very long time, and with this being what you could only assume was the poorer part of the city, there were always other bots around. You had to get your translator fixed quickly, or else you would spend the rest of your life in the locker. Still, things weren’t all bad. It was warm and safe. You often used your backpack as a pillow, sleeping through the first few hours before getting back to your repair work. You had privacy and a personal collapsable service suite that pulled moisture from the air so you could drink or shower - it even took care of your waste by vaporising it; alien inventions sure were convenient. Besides, now the other bot knew about you too, and perhaps he could help you. Resignedly, you set about keeping to your normal routine and began some light repair work, too awake to rest now. You only wished you knew what you were doing and that you had even the faintest idea on how to fix alien technology; your life depended on it.

Orion and D-16 were the first up and out of the elevator, avoiding the usual crowds by skipping the last few minutes of work with a lame excuse about being called upstairs. Honestly, the pair got into so much trouble they were often called up to meetings with higher-ups for tellings-off, which Orion usually tried to talk his way out of, and so nobody so much as batted an optic when they left.

Upon getting up to their quarters, Orion and D-16 were both relieved to see that the rotation team had already filed out, presumably having taken one of the other lifts to a different mine. Orion ran to his locker and hurled it open.

“Aww, look,” He pulled D-16 close to get a good look at you. “Minitronus is recharging. Hey, do you think it’s dreaming of us? Pets do that, right? Dream of their owners?”

“I mean, if Minitronus is thinking of me, that’s a dream. If it’s you, it’s a nightmare.”

Orion elbowed D-16 in the chassis then reached in to grab you.

D-16 pulled him back, “Whoa hey, don’t wake it.”

“We have to. It’s time for walkies and this is the only time we can get out of here quietly before the others catch up.”

Reluctantly, D-16 let Orion go.

You jolted awake, terrified until you remembered where you were and that you were now the ‘pet’ of an advanced alien. You settled groggily in his arms, wondering what he was going to do with you now.

He proffered you some words that sounded like two lawnmowers smashing together, but by his expression, you could tell he was happy. Then he jostled you, miming something you couldn’t understand until it was too late.

You scowled at Big Red with your arms folded, too insulted to even try yelling as he tugged you along an empty alley on your new wire lead.

This was a new low.

“I don’t think Minitronus likes walkies,” D-16 commented as you dug your heels into the floor, trying to hold your ground.

“Nonsense,” Orion said, trying to be gentle as he pulled at your lead, making you stumble forward, “It’s just not used to it yet.”

D-16 patted his thighs, “C’mon Minitronus. That’s it. Here Minitronus. Minitronus.”

After a few more attempts, you realised that the gentle electrical hum Grey kept repeating must be his name for you. Huh… Well, at least the repetition meant they had a stable language.

You listened again and tried to mimic the sound, making both bots pause to look at you.

“Did it just…?” D-16 asked, pointing at you.

You mimicked the sound again.

“It did,” Orion agreed. He ran over to pick you up, spinning you in his arms, “Who’s a smart Minitronus, huh? Yes, you. You are!”

Although your mimicry had been good, it wasn’t quite enough to convince them that you were sentient. Rather, they were looking at you like a parrot who had picked up a new phrase. Instead of repeating your name, you had managed a babyish mumbling somewhere close, that sounded more like Mini–Tron.”

D-16 beamed and petted your head, quickly coming to love his new pet. Orion was right, it was smart and cute.

“That’s so cool, I wonder if we can teach it more words.”

“I’m definitely teaching it swears,” Orion laughed.

Eventually, the pair headed back to the underground, with Orion heading in first, making sure everyone was recharging, before signalling for D-16 to follow with you.

“Oh, c’mon, don’t put me back in the locker,” You whined as you were placed on the top shelf.

“Oh no, don’t cry,” D-16 begged, listening to you pitchy chittering. He held a digit to his lips, shushing.

“You two will be gone for ages, what between sleeping and working, and it’s dark in there,” You continued, even though he couldn’t understand you.

You only stopped talking when he held you against his chassis, petting your head. You sighed in understanding. He was trying to keep you safe; this was all for your own good.

‘Okay,’ You thought, feeling strangely comforted by Grey’s actions. ‘If this is how it has to be for now… Okay.’

Orion gave an enthusiastic thumbs up to D-16, glad that he had managed to keep your mewls under control.

“Goodnight, Minitronus,” Orion whispered before shutting the door.

“We love you,” D-16 added.

You shook your head after the door shut; life was going to be interesting with those two.

“PAX!” Elita-One shouted, jetpacking up the empty elevator shaft to catch up with Orion and D-16 who had stolen away from work early for the third time that week.

Orion held you behind his back, hiding you just in time before Elita got in his face.

“Captain, what a surprise!” Orion grinned cheekily, already trying to smooth-talk his way out of the situation. “Me and D-16 were just saying what a great and wonderful leader you-”

“Can it, Pax!” Elita glowered. “I’ve had just about enough of you. It’s bad enough that you’re a troublemaker but now, you’re dragging D-16 down with you and- what’s behind your back?”

“My back? Nothing at all,” Orion shoved you into D-16’s open arms, and he in turn hid you behind his leg, trusting that you wouldn’t run away if he wasn’t holding you.

Elita grabbed hold of Orion, slamming him into the lockers, her eyes narrowing when she didn’t see anything worth hiding. She glared at D-16 who held up his servos in a shrug, gesturing to Pax who was already babbling about how strong she was and how no other Captain had had the strength to throw him so hard.

While Pax created a distraction and Elita-One continued her tirade against him, D-16 shuffled backwards, sneaking you out for your daily walk.

You had grown used to the routine now, learning the building’s alarms that marked the beginning or end of a shift. When it was coming time for Orion or D-16 to take you out, you always hitched on your backpack, just in case you needed anything, though you had long since learned not to work on your translator in front of Big Red, since he kept assuming it was a toy and continually threw it for you to fetch. Honestly, he was doing even more damage to the already broken machine, and it stressed you out constantly whenever you were forced to catch it before it hit the ground.

When you and Grey were alone, you always did repair work at the end of a walk, since he would take you somewhere quiet to rest for a while.

You had been living with the pair for just over two months now and in that time a few things of note had happened.

First, they had entrusted knowledge of you to a few of the others in their ‘platoon’ or whatever the group they worked in was called. This had happened after an incident wherein you had escaped your locker to explore and a silver and blue bot with a passion for dance stumbled into you and squealed. Big Red, and Grey hurried to your rescue and had to explain their ‘pet’ to him.

This led to you being the worst kept secret in the mining facility, though it was bound to happen eventually with so many bots living in close quarters. However, all the mining bots found you sweet enough and they all had a code of honour that meant they kept you secret from anyone with authority like Elita-One or any of the other captains.

Yet, while everyone knew about you and you were generally allowed out of the locker most of the time, it was still only Orion or D-16 who took you out, and they still tried to get out of work a tad early to check on you.

One of the other changes in your life was the delivery of a big bundle of wires as ‘toys.’ That was another word you had learned to mimic since Orion kept bringing you play-things and repeating the Cybertronian equivalent.

This happened after you kept picking up pieces of scrap wire on walks, taking them with you so you could use them in your repair work. At first, Orion and D-16 took them off you, afraid you would hurt yourself somehow, but when you kept collecting them and fought hard to keep the few you had, they assumed it must be a normal nesting behaviour and brought you a great deal more than you needed.

You were delighted with the gifts and hugged both bots for it. Then, after saving the few you needed for your translator, you weaved the extra wires into a new over-shirt. It was uncomfortable, but quite practical since your jumper was wearing away and you needed a new one to keep decent when you were washing your actual shirt.

Another problem to occur was your hair. In your time with the bots, it had grown very long, and much to your bemusement, Orion had tried cutting it. The whole thing had gone disastrously, and you suddenly understood those dogs that got terrible haircuts because they tried to escape their groomers; you could only be thankful that the bald patch was beginning to grow back.

The final change was Grey’s idea. He felt confident that you were well trained since you now responded to your name, paying attention when you were called through the miners’ hab-suite. Because of your actions, he often let you off-lead, which you were immensely grateful for. He rarely put the lead back on you unless he thought something was unsafe, so whenever it went on now, you clambered onto his shoulder, trusting that he would take you home and away from danger quickly.

It wasn’t a perfect life, but things were slowly improving. You could only hope that your lucky streak didn’t break and that you would be able to communicate your needs fully before the year was up.

D-16 sighed, sitting on the side of a tall building overlooking the city with you in his lap. You were content to let him pet you while you toyed with your translator. You went in an almost trance-like state whenever you tinkered with it now, honestly not expecting anything to come of it but needing to work all the same.

He continued speaking in his gentle, rhythmic noises and you hummed as if you understood, pressing a wire down with the flat of your screwdriver.

“- and that’s why I know what we’re doing is important. Even Sentinel says so. Us miners, we’re keeping Cybertron alive,” D-16 said proudly.

“Who’s Sentinel?” You asked absentmindedly.

D-16 screamed, accidentally throwing you off his lap.

“Hey, be careful!” You scolded. “You could have dropped me over the edge.”

You picked up your translator and brushed yourself off.

“Minitronus, you’re talking!” D-16 accused.

“Yeah, well so…are… Oh my God, I did it!” You breathed. Then you punched the air excitedly, “I DID IT!”

“WHAT IS GOING ON? HOW ARE YOU TALKING?!”

“I fixed my translator,” You squealed ecstatically, waving it in front of D-16.

“Your- Your toy?”

“Yeah,” You nodded, practically bouncing on the spot.

“This is impossible. You- You’re our pet!”

“No. Not a pet. Not anymore. I’m (Y/N). Okay, (Y/N),” You repeated your name slowly, trying to get it through to Grey who still looked panicked.

“Primus, this is insane.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“You’ve got to explain everything to me, right now.”

“Okay, sit down,” You patted the ledge.

D-16 did so, and you jumped back into his lap.

“What’re you doing? You can’t sit there now. You’re not an animal.”

“Hey,” You pushed against his servo, staying stubbornly in place, “I’m not going back on that ledge, I could fall.” “Fine,” D-16 relented. He went to pet your head again then stopped himself, keeping his servos stiffly by his sides. “As long as you explain yourself, you can sit wherever you want.”

Having told D-16 everything and had him explain a few things in return, things thankfully changed. Initially, things between you and all of the mining bots were awkward, with haunted comments from some of the bots like, ‘It saw me in the wash racks,’ or ‘I can’t believe I tried to rub its belly… No wonder it slapped me. Oh. Oh no.’

Once everyone got used to the idea, your life improved. You were still kept secret since none of the miners knew how the higher-ups would react to an alien species, but with some ingenuity and a few favours exchanged for information about your species and planet, they all came together to transform your locker into a proper living space, complete with all the amenities they could manage to scrape together. They even began forming a plan to try and have you off-planet and en-route somewhere you could survive before your supplies would run out.

After D-16 and Orion were over the weirdness, you still had them take you on your daily excursions, sans the lead since you were no longer their pet. Orion managed to laugh about the whole thing, but D-16 grew to be even more strained around you. However, you didn’t get to ask him about it till you were next alone with him, which was a long time afterwards.

“So… Do you hate me now?” You asked him one day while he walked a few paces ahead of you, keeping an eye out for anyone who he would need to hide you from.

“What?” D-16 sputtered. “I- I don’t-”

“It’s okay,” You smiled easily. “It’s a strange situation.”

D-16 felt his insides squeeze. He had held onto you while you slept. At the time, he thought you were cute. Now though… You were still cute when you slept, but it was a different kind of cute – Softer, somehow.

“I told you everything,” He sighed, defeatedly. “My life, my dreams, my fears.” He shook his head, continuing mournfully, “And you didn’t understand any of it.”

“Not true,” You contradicted, running to stand in front of him.

He watched you warily.

“I might not have known what you were saying, but I did understand you. Your tone, expressions, the sound of your voice. I understood more than you think.”

D-16’s spark pulsed.

“Let’s go home,” He said quickly, turning on his heel and walking away from you.

The two of you had to go where you wouldn’t be alone or things would change again.

D-16 was falling in love with you and he couldn’t let that happen. There were too many unknowns and he had his planet to think about. He was a miner – the life force of his planet. That’s what Sentinel Prime always said, and work came first.

Besides, you weren’t going to be on Cybertron forever. You couldn’t be. Once your supplies ran out, that would be it for you.

D-16 couldn’t get attached. It wasn’t like you were a pet anymore. You didn’t belong to him, even if he wanted you to.

You ran through the destruction of Iacon City, terrified by everything that was happening. Honestly, you had missed most of the events leading up to it, having been stuck in Sentinel’s tower, but you had seen the so-called Prime torture and brand D-16.

Afterwards, you tried to find him or Orion, but you were small and Iacon was big and the city was collapsing around you.

You screamed as you were grabbed seemingly from nowhere and looked up to see D-16, though he looked slightly different thanks to the new infusion of Megatronus’ T-Cog which you hadn’t seen him take from Sentinel’s corpse. Also, there was one other change – his angry red optics, which bore into you.

“D-16,” You shouted, “What’s going on? Where’s Orion?”

“Orion is dead,” He growled. Though he had made a promise that nobody else would be deceived, you needed to hear that lest you side with Orion over him. Besides, it wasn’t a lie. Orion was dead – Dead, and replaced by Optimus Prime. “And my name is Megatron.”

“Orion- Orion’s dead,” You repeated, too shell-shocked to even cry at the moment.

“Yes,” Megatron glossed over your emotions, far too focused on his rage as he transformed around you, keeping you safe inside his alt-mode. “And we’re leaving.”

“Where are we going?”

“To war!”

Yet, even as Megatron burned with hatred and his desire to bring down the corruption that fuelled his planet, he was already reading the intel sent by the disgraced High Guard, informing him of several nearby planets where you would be able to get the organic fuel you required to stay online.

Megatron had lost everything. He was not about to lose his beloved pet too. You were his, and you always would be.

A/N - Hey, I worked really hard on this so please comment, or at the very least reblog. Likes aren't enough anymore guys, they just aren't.

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Mail Call #3

Answering comments from @void-the-bear @railway-lands @keabirb @ilikebookssomuch @chezgorman @cartoons-everywhere @dragonra305

Please don't hurt me. I have glasses.

Thank you, to all of you. It makes me genuinely happy to know that I'm able to put something into this world that other people can enjoy. I think this is a great setting that is fun to add to.

Doing a Wings of Fire-themed run of this Smaugust challenge has been very interesting and it's good that the result appears to be well-received. It's not always been easy, I'm actually getting quite exhausted having to post content on a strict schedule like this. But it is worth doing if it makes people happy.

Relating to my comment on this post. I probably will do it eventually, along with some other ideas I had that didn't fit in. But it won't happen while Smaugust is still going, as I am already skirting the limits of what I am physically capable of right now.

Ahh... hm... This is the question that has toppled mountains and started wars. You're going to get hit squads sent after me.

Well, there is the big one, of course. Qibli/Winter. They have such wonderful chemistry whenever they are in a scene together (with one pretty upsetting exception). And Qibli is always teasing him about being his destiny and the two of them getting married, so I think there is some attraction there.

Then uh... I used to feel completely ambivalent about this one, but Starflight/Fatespeaker has really grown on me over time. There's a lot of interesting potential there that doesn't really make it into the story. I need to make a long-winded post about Fatespeaker one day.

Blaze/Glacier is another one that could be cute. I think putting a repressed Icewing together with a highly eccentric and rambunctious Sandwing is going to be a winning combination most of the time. Or well, I guess I should say "could have been cute", since Glacier had to die for the plot, in a very wretched and infuriating way too.

There are a couple more that I think have their moments or could be interesting in one way or another. Some of them even contradicting or overlapping each other. Listing all of them would probably be a bit excessive.

Oh yeah, and I think Sunny is ace.

Ah, a question that'll make me put someone else's favorite character at the bottom of a preference list... After the shipping question I'm starting to fear for my life now.

Let me preface this by clarifying that I generally like all of the DoD. There are some characters in this setting that I loathe and wish they would exit the story, and the arc 1 protagonists are nowhere near that. So being ranked low here translates to me saying "Yeah, they're okay, room for improvement", not "wow, they're the WORST!"

Okay whatever, let's get down to it.

#1 - Sunny

That one's easy, I mean, just look at the pinned post on this blog.

Sunny is so wonderful and charming and perfect in every conceivable way, she is one of my six all-time favorite characters. She is the flower that blooms in the bitter desert. A lot of people may perceive her as this demure and innocent character who is always happy and friendly, and oblivious to the suffering around her. Nah, Sunny knows exactly what is going on. She is keenly aware of all the bloodshed, suffering, and toxicity that unfolds in the world around her. When she remains optimistic and forgiving in the face of darkness, that is not her being meek or passive, it's her steadfastly refusing to let that darkness into herself. She is actively embodying the change she wants to see in the world, even when it hurts her or gets her taken advantage of, because that is what she believes in and the future she will create.

That's pretty inspiring. I wish I had that kind of inner strength.

Also, she is not weak. While she's not a powerhouse scrapper like Tsunami or an invincible stack of bricks like Clay, Sunny strikes quickly and without hesitation when her friends are in danger, and can be deviously clever. This is often overlooked, but she is--to my knowledge--the only character to land an attack on Morrowseer that comes close to actually hurting him.

Well... you got me rambling about Sunny. Let's go through the others more briskly.

#2 - Starflight

I like Starflight a lot. Unfortunately the story really doesn't. He is like, the unluckiest character by far. I don't know what he did to deserve the never-ending cavalcade of misfortune that gets shoveled in his direction throughout all three arcs. Like, it never ends. A couple of friends and I came together and we jokingly called our group the "Starflight Protection Foundation", because someone needs to stage an intervention. Like, wrap him in a cozy sweater and buy him hot chocolate or something. Heaven help this poor man.

He's another one of my favorites.

#3 - Glory

Glory is really cool; I vibe with the "unchosen hero spurned by destiny" theme. She goes through her life and is constantly told "No, you don't have a special destiny. You're the fifth wheel. You are worthless and unimportant". Though she struggles with the constant abuse and devaluation, she eventually finds a way to turn it into strength and declare that the only value that matters is the one she gives to herself.

I really wish the story had NOT made her turn out to be a secret princess. "I was born without destiny, so I'm making my own" is a so much more satisfying character trajectory than "Oh, don't worry. You were born special after all, you just didn't know about it".

So yeah, I kind of tend to put that "secret princess" plot twist on the shelf when I think about Glory, and prefer to think that she managed to sway Grandeur with her skill and determination, rather than a random blood link.

#4 - Clay

Clay is very lovable. He is like the emotional bedrock of the group and acts as a stabilizing force that pairs well with all of the other arc 1 protagonists. He pretty much resolves all of his baggage in the first book and becomes content and steady. That is very good for him, but unfortunately this also kind of turns him into just some dude for the following four books.

Which is fine, it is good for the other characters to have someone behind them who loves them and helps them up when they stumble. It just makes it difficult for Clay to shine on his own.

#5 - Tsunami

Okay, so, Tsunami. I actually like her a lot in arc 1. She's bringing an interesting kind of energy to the group that is like, half-supportive and half-detrimental. Very chaotic. She also has to contend with some heavy stuff; everything to do with her father and the complications in her family life. It's very interesting. Lots of places to go with that.

Arc 2 Tsunami though, really grinds my gears. She regresses into this kind of juvenile, immature personality that is just pointlessly abrasive and confrontational. She acts really condescendingly towards Peril-- despite the latter having saved Clay's life AND it being really important to Clay that her staying at JMA works out well. Her borderline sabotaging this effort by making Peril feel unwelcome seems very dismissive towards Clay's feelings. It also doesn't help that she is the most outspoken about her loathing of Nightwing mindreading and prophecies, which drives Moonwatcher further into her emotional shell and makes things more complicated.

Okay, I have to reiterate: I don't dislike Tsunami. I just think her character arc is incomplete. It feels like she is stuck in arrested development while at JMA. She's mostly running around yelling at people, when she really should be thinking about what to do about Queen Coral, and how to get custody of her siblings. Her sister Anemone is carrying emotional scars from how the Queen has kept her leashed like a dog for her entire life, a process that is now happening to Auklet, even to this day. And then there's the 30 something children who have never known parental love for a day in their life and their mother can't remember the names of.

Someone's gotta step in and save these kids. Or like, at least start vaguely thinking about it.

Turtle???

Hmm....

...

Moose!

[fanaticsnail]

Does anyone ever think about in the carnage left behind by the war waging between the Pirates and the Marines? That's a whole heap of bodies, and a whole heap of families that are likely missing their loved ones. Who's job is it to clean up the mess and arrange funerals for the recently departed? I'll tell you.

Chains & Gallows

Undertakers: Death Janitors of the Universe

History

Gallows is an ex-marine. He discovered the remains of his longtime friend and bunkmate laid out in the snow to perish alone with his chest riddled in bullets. When he recovered the body and mourned the loss, he felt the call to ask permission of his superiors to choose this as an alternative line of work for the marines. The marines saw no need to decline this request, and allowed him to pursue it as a career.

Chains was found by Gallows isolated in a cave years later, remains of his travelling mates lying motionless and unresponsive beside him. Gallows was sent to destroy all evidence of life in the area to clean up after the celestial dragons. He took one look at Chains and felt disinclined to persue that course of action. Gallows wanted to protect Chains, and offered him a job to aid him in his personal quest.

In his mind: life ends up the same way in the end. All departed needs to be respected, no matter their contract or creed. He resigned from the marines and persued neutrality with Chains as his muscle. The marines pursued him initially, but found attempting to trial their undertaker for deserting to be rather tedious. In the end, they let him be. He was doing his job cleaning up, and that was enough for them.

Their Dynamic

The only person to see the situation beneath Chains' mask is Gallows. Neither of them talk about it, and will deflect conversation if it ever is asked about. Chains does not speak: words are muffled behind the shroud, and Gallows has learned to translate for him.

They are platonic life mates: two souls meant to meet in every life, one form or another. Gallows is older than Chains, and Chains sees Gallows as a beacon of light in a world filled with misery. They love one another incredibly deeply.

Gallows: "Oh, him? Yeah, don't mind him. He's just a little peeved he missed out on those Uta tickets."

Chains: "!!!"

Gallows: "Yeah, I know. Next time, big guy."

Peculiarities

Chains accessorises his mask and former slave brackets on his wrists with magnets he thinks are cute. Although he looks intimidating and could snap a person like a toothpick, he is a massive softie. His weaknesses are cute things. If he thinks it's cute, it's coming home with him.

Gallows has a devil fruit: the "Shroom-Shroom" fruit. He uses blight and decay to bury the long departed in the ground that is allocated for them to find their eternal rest. He only uses this if absolutely necessary to clean up unidentifiable remains. He will not use it in battle, it does not make for a pleasant experience for the living, and he doesn't enjoy seeing suffering.

They both wear matching earrings.

Basics

Name: Chains

Age: 29

Height: 11'7

Powers: Haki - observation & armament

Vice: Cute objects

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Name: Gallows

Age: 38

Height: 6'2

Powers: Shroom-Shroom Fruit

Vice: Cigarettes

Picrews

I hope you enjoy meeting these two characters. They have no canon ship, but if they were shipped: they come as a pair.

Mini Series

Home Visits

[theshippirate22]

somehow all my old hyperfixations are fighting for dominance in my brain which is probably like a way to fight off seasonal depression but regardless i’m thinking about Stranger Things and a fic I wrote twenty five pages of and then abandoned and I feel the need to share it with you

The premise was like? witch trials and scarlet letter based kind of but it was really lore deep so i feel the need to give you some highlights of it:

-Hawkins is like this Evil Wonderland/Upside down fairytale kingdom that’s like super religious because the place was so cursed

-They have a religious text called The Guidebook which prophecied the coming of anti-christ known as Kaz the Destroyer that would seek evil to prepare the world for the evil reign of Lord Vecna

-it also foretold of signs of this coming all of which are beginning to come true in the story

-there are rabid demodogs living in the forests that surround Hawkins so it’s really hard to get in and out and everyone knows not to go to the woods (i also thing the dogs couldn’t be in the light? so they stayed in the woods all the time and became more dangerous when the sun was down)

-Steve is the new king because his father had just recently died and its revealed that before the story starts, he keeps having “fits” and they diagnose him with nerves (he had anxiety lmao) so he had to go away to live on a merchant ship to get the sea air to fix his brain for two years and the story starts with him coming back to Hawkins after this time

-While away on the ship, he makes friends with another sailor named Robert and they suffer through the labor together until it’s revealed right before he returns to Hawkins that it’s actually Robin and she’s been a woman this whole time. Since her cover is blown she comes back to Hawkins with him

-Nancy is like a head advisor and one of the high priests and everyone expects Steve to marry her because they were together before his mental breakdown but neither of them are into it

-Dustin is like legally Steve’s brother because Steve’s dad and Dustin’s dad fought in the war together and when Dustin’s dad died Steve’s dad promised to look after him and Claudia so he’s the next heir and the prince of Hawkins

-Hopper is the head of guards and Joyce owns the best five and dime/bar establishment and their relationship is exactly the way it is in the show like will they won’t they but they will lol

-Alexei works the counter at the store and can’t speak very good English and has very strong silly opinions on things and the boys love him

-The party is as it always is- Lucas and Mike are sons of nobles so they’re allowed to hang out with Dustin and Will gets specially privileges for being awesome and Joyce and Hoppers kid.

-Byler is happening but like season 2 type Byler where they’re just silly and cute

-El is a genuine witch with powers and Joyce, Hopper, Will, and Jonathan are the only ones that know and they just don’t mention it like ever

-Will is meant to be the next prophet (but no one knows that) so he’s plagued by visions and it’s really complicated and exhausting for him

-There’s a side plot where Billy and Max belong to a caravan of traveling performers that always come to Hawkins for Steve’s birthday and Billy has this whole plan to become one of Steve’s concubines so he can pay for Max to go to school

-Max wants to stay with the caravan but she knows she doesn’t really have a choice so she’s annoyed at Steve constantly even though it’s not his fault. She also has a sixth sense like fortune teller premonition style and when things start to get funky in Hawkins she seizes and falls into a trance with the power of it and Billy is fucked up about it and will do anything to bring her back

-Eddie, of course, is just the local charlatan that’s kind of known for being a menace but is relatively harmless besides some vandalism here and there

-Eddie also continually kidnaps Robin because then Steve comes after her and it’s funny to him plus he has a crush on Steve and how else are they going to see each other and they have this funny little back and forth thing.

-Chrissy is killed the way The Guidebook described would happen and suddenly the catalyst to put the return of Kaz in motion has now happened

-Jason, the priest, is convinced that Eddie is the one chosen to be the reincarnation of Kaz and that there is evil in him and this total witch hunt for Eddie starts

-In the hysteria, Joyce keeps Will and El locked in the shops attack because she thinks the witchcraft+visions will get them killed so for a good chunk of it they’re just. up there

-This is when Max goes out and Billy goes to Steve to beg him to help her but like. he doesn’t know what to do

-A series of tortures are forced in Eddie like in Salem to prove that he is Kaz (even though he’s not) including one moment where they chain him to the floor of the church and cut his hair with rusty shears and it’s really humiliating and dehumanizing

-Steve has realized he’s also in love with him at this point but they have this like crisis relationship because the kingdom is in shambles and when Eddie gets dragged back to the castle bald with his head all sliced up Steve almost goes batshit insane but then Jason spins the narrative that Kaz has seduced Steve and he can’t be trusted and the manic mob of townspeople believe him

-They’re going to start testing Steve too so Eddie makes an under the table deal with Jason that they can burn him at the stake if they just leave Steve alone

-He doesn’t want Steve to know what’s going on because he’ll try to stop him but he also doesn’t want Steve to blame himself when it’s done, so he tries to convince Steve that he actually is Kaz so he’ll hate him, which features a tragic moment where Eddie is sobbing and Steve is sobbing too and he just keeps saying “no you’re not evil you couldn’t be evil they’ve gotten in your head but i’m gonna fix it i’m gonna make you feel better”

-Steve doesn’t realize what’s happening until it’s too late and Eddie is too gone to save so he really stupidly prays and begs for something to save Eddie literally anything and when he gets to the pyre, Eddie is there and he’s alive!

-Except he’s not because it’s not him, Kaz the Destroyer just heard Steve’s plea and because Eddie would’ve done anything Steve wanted, he now had the consent to reanimate Eddie’s body. so now Eddie really is Kaz lmao

-Because Eddie’s body “belongs” to Steve through technicality because they’re in love with each other, Kaz is forced to submit to Steve until Vecna returns. Which is coming quickly

-So then everybody gets together with this coming of Vecna situation because they’re gonna have to defeat him but they have Kaz and because Eddie was so in love with Steve, Kaz is also a little bit in love with Steve and is like fiercely protective of him

-When i wrote it i initially imagined a really awesome fencing montage where Kaz has to teach all of them individually how to fence

-They get together a group to travel beyond the Hawkins woods to find the reclusive current prophet (Murray) and he very quickly can tell everything that’s going on with everybody in true Murray fashion and they manage to convince him to come back to Hawkins to help.

-Will’s visions get more and more intense and Max begins to convulse and enter sort of possessed periods where she seems to be awake and speaks prophecies and it’s uber creepy before falling back into bed as lifeless as before. the demodogs start acting insane and begin venturing from their woods and into the town so nowhere is safe

-Vecna ultimately does end up coming back and Kaz’s loyalty shifts to him and Steve is devastated and the gang has to do a canon-typical attack to get defeat Vecna but there’s a moment where they are almost beat and Vecna has Steve by the throat and tells Kaz that it’s time to kill him

-He plays on the fact that Kaz should want to kill him because he was his servant for so long even though Steve is nothing but a mortal and this is his chance to get revenge

-Kaz steps up, holding Steve there off one of the balconies of the castle ready to strike and Steve realizes he’s going to die in this moment and then he sees it

-Kaz is standing there looking at him and his eyes (which turned blood red as soon as Kaz entered the body) flash for a moment back to Eddie’s brown eyes but it’s just a moment and Steve is sure he imagined it

-Then Kaz throws Steve down off the balcony, whips around and cuts Vecna’s head clean off, before leaping down after Steve to catch him before he hits the ground.

-I don’t remember exactly how it ended but I’m pretty sure Kaz ends up leaving Eddie’s body and taking over Jason’s instead and Eddie is able to come back to life because Kaz’s power healed the body and then him and Steve get married

-And Kaz is just like. around still because he’s better than Jason lmaoooo

Anyway sorry that was long I just thought it was worth sharing!

[mileenaxyz]

*Spoilers ahead*

I was going to rant about how Season 3 of Industry wasn't Industrying for me. I was going to bitch about the infamous "Season 3 Slump" some shows tend to suffer from. I was going to compare it to The Bear and complain that just like I hadn't gotten enough of Sydney Adamu in S3, I wasn't getting enough of Harper Stern in S3.

I was going to ask if Harper was being phased out in favor of Yasmin and Robert, and I was going to point out that as fond as I am both of those characters, neither one is "enough" to lead this show alongside Eric the way Harper is.

I was also going to call Kit Harington's casting publicity casting and point out that anybody could've been played Henry Muck, because I don't feel like Kit did anything special acting wise.

I was going to do all of that and then...last night's episode dropped.

Y'ALL. Since the end of S2 I've been waiting for Harper to rain fire and blood on PierPoint. I wanted to see how she'd do it and how long she'd draw out the pain and agony. When she started the fund with Petra and became a client of Pierpoint's (and demanded first class service from Eric), I was like, "That's cute and all...but it's not fire and blood."

Watching her scheme with Kenny, Daria, and Jackie, my jaw fell on the floor. I started screaming, "There's my Harper! THERE'S my fucking Harper Stern." And then seeing Eric blow up....

Speaking of Eric, I had no complaints about him this season. Both Ken Leung and the writers did some excellent work; I just felt I needed to see more interactions with Harper (I've dubbed their father/daughter ship Harpsichord). But depriving us worked, because he's been avoiding her all season when she clearly wants his attention, and when he finally confronted her in her office, it was AMAZING! I was soooooo happy when he finally addressed the daddy elephant in the room and she finally pointed out her "monstrous" tendencies stem from him, and PierPoint by and large. Because when we first met Harper, she was too afraid to even pick up the phone.

Eric dragged her kicking and screaming from her shell, tutored her, molded her, and taught her the art of betrayal. He made her a monster and now he's mad...that she's a monster?

And after that, Yasmin's storyline FINALLY paid off, and it was eye-opening.

You have to understand something about me; I'm asexual, so I miss a lot of cues and when it comes to sex on TV, I typically fast forward through that shit because I don't care. I don't think it contributes to the story but this time, it actually did. I now understand why Yasmin feels the impulse to get sexually involved with damn near everybody. Since S1, I found it annoying and thought it was just some dumb thing the writers were throwing in (because so many shows do that shit), but this time, it had an actual point. Yasmin's father weaponized his wealth and status so he could fuck anything with a pulse, so is it any surprise she learned to do the same?

In fact, I think the only reason she blew up at Eric at the restaurant was that she didn't find him attractive. If she did, they would've ended up in that bathroom together. Because wealth and status (and pale skin privilege) taught Yasmin that she can behave in this manner with no consequences (Harper obviously cannot).

Which brings us to the seasonal Harper/Yasmin confrontation. A part of me wants them to be friends, another part a couple, and yet another part thinks they need to permanently split up. Such is the reality of life, and a testament to the writers. Yeah, yeah...Harper's a "monster", but I don't think Yasmin is a "talentless and useless and a fucking whore." Yasmin speaks seven languages, is a deft manipulator, and simply needs to learn that screwing your coworkers, clients, and boss is unprofessional and extremely tacky.

And Harper, honey, sweetie, boo...let that man go. Your little crush should've wrapped up in S1 the minute he chose the spicy white girl who treats him like dirt. I get that Robert's an adorable sweetheart and all, but you're not his preference and you need to get over him. Matter of fact, you've been making bank for a while now - why are you still living with these people?

This is the one part of the story that really works my nerve, but I can't really criticize it because it's real. Harper likes Robert; he's a good guy she has to see everyday at both work and home. The part of her that feels both inferior AND superior to Yasmin desperately wants to "win" him from the spicy white girl who treats him like dirt. That's real. It's as annoying as Yasmin's ill-advised sexcapades, but they're young, insecure women in a cutthroat world, and it's real.

*shrug*

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replies!

About some random stuff (twst related or not), plus a longer one about AzuIde Marriage AU.

Anonymous asked:

First TreyRid and now RookVil, Ryu do you wanna kill me?? I'm so weak for the "queen/their knight" ships (those two precisely), thank you thank you thank you, your art is amazing as always 🙏

Hehe I’m sorry, Anon! Please survive so I can keep harassing you with my drawings!

I always feel like we post these two ships all the time, but I guess I’m just delusional?? But luckily, there are a lot of sketches of them that we’d like to finish and post one day, so you’ll definitely see more of them eventually.

Thank you for your kind words <3

Anonymous asked:

I love the random Stich figure amidst all those anime boys

He is my favourite anime boy, Anon 🥰

The figure is pretty old, but I’ve been thinking about starting to collect more Stitch figures lately lol We’ve been having a lot of cursed Stitch-related discussions…

But still, there are just so many cute ones. Like this one for example.

Anonymous asked:

What do you think about the headcanon of Demisexual Killua Zoldyck? So many people get defensive saying he could only be gay, but you're more open minded, so I wanted to know your opinion!

We don’t headcanon characters’ sexualities, so I don’t have an opinion about it. Sorry.

Anonymous asked:

What do we think of old Vil??

Sexy grandpa!

Jokes aside, I really love this segment, and I love how they made Vil’s beauty “fade away” without really holding back much; I think it was important to convey the point. I still want to draw him being a stylish sexy old grandpa one day though lol

Anonymous asked:

As someone who was constantly getting crushes on my teachers/professors, the TWST fandom needs more student x teacher ships

You are absolutely right, Anon. Crushing on your teacher/professor is a very real thing, and channeling that feeling through characters or just imagining them going through something like that is so much fun.

I think a lot of students have a crush on Crewel, but for a lot of them it’s just Stockholm Syndrome lol He is so strict that when he suddenly compliments his student, they begin to melt… I think Deuce suffered from that once or twice, this poor boy.

Anonymous asked:

In relation to the question about the marriage au, I noticed that you said that Azul was crazy about Idia. Is there a reason he’s like this but Idia isn’t? Does Azul like Idia more than he likes him and, if so, was it always like this? Or did this happen in time?

Like I mentioned in another reply about them, Azul has more to gain from their relationship than Idia, and he himself rationalises this obsession by thinking that Idia is his golden ticket, his door to a lot of opportunities, power and wealth. Getting married to Idia is such a check-mate to him that he is very possessive over Idia… all of that is true, of course, but not the only reason why Azul feels the way he does.

Azul did end up falling in love with Idia overtime because underneath all of his greed and ambition, Azul really wants companionship and genuinely enjoys being with Idia and spending time with him. He enjoyed playing boardgames with him, enjoyed solving puzzles with him, he enjoyed all of these things and he has a big soft spot for Idia that he doesn’t want to acknowledge properly. He doesn’t even think that he needs to because Idia is already his spouse, how closer could two people get? And yet, Azul craves for more, for something that he can’t quite buy with money – for Idia to be genuinely in love with him as much as he is in love with Idia. This is something that happens deep inside Azul’s heart, mind you, but it does affect the way he acts.

Idia is very aware that Azul mainly sees him as an investment, not even a business partner or anything, and he doesn’t really mind that because he never really wanted to be anything more than that, but this could also be one of the reasons Idia wouldn’t allow himself to get more invested in their relationship, and wouldn’t allow his own feelings for Azul to blossom as much as Azul’s did. There is a disconnect between them that prevents them from being vulnerable with each other and committing to being an actual couple… and none of them really think that this is something that they genuinely want or need. Whatever they have, it works, so they keep being together like that.

Sigh, these two…

[victimsofyaoipoll]

Round 1

Propaganda Under Cut

Yona

She’s the fiancé of prince Sidon, (arranged marriage) and since Sidon is almost always shipped with link, people went feral the second they saw her. She’s genuinely very kind and cares about her people and wants Sidon to be happy! She is NOT jealous, she wants him to hang out with his Best Friend. I have seen firsthand in real-time, people being SO misogynistic and cruel, and saying she’s ugly. She’s good in a crisis, very friendly, has a great design, and she doesn’t deserve the hate in the slightest!

I'M DESPERATELY TRYING TO FIND CUTE ART OF HER AND SIDON AND QUITE LITERALLY EVERYTHING REGARDING HER IS JUST STRAIGHT UP BLATANT HATE AND DENOUNCING HER AS SOME LAST MINUTE ADDITION TO THE STORY AS ORCHESTRATED BY JOHN NINTENDO TO STOP SIDLINK FROM BEING CANON LIKE THIS IS THE THE JOHNLOCK CONSPIRACY OR SOME MESS... i just want to see cute art of a green shark woman with a lovely smile :((((

so the breath of the wild fandom is pretty well known for REALLY liking prince sidon aka that one really tall fish guy. and they're also really well known for shipping him with link because every fandom needs a gay ship right. so then the sequel (totk) comes around and it's revealed that sidon has a fiance now and it's not link it's some zora girl from another domain. the game hasn't even been out for a month but i've seen people act so vile towards her like yona get behind me!!!!

Zelda

She spent 100 years in a metaphysical wrestling match with an ancient and primal evil after seeing it destroy almost everyone and everything she held dear in the hopes of saving the few that remained and Link's main goal after HIYAHing his way out of a amnesia-inducing coma was to come in and tag team said evil in order to save her and like 90% of the memories he can regain focus on their relationship with each other and its gradual improvement up to the point where Link fucking dies protecting her and it's the push she needs to awaken the power to push back the blight and PEOPLE ARE STILL OUT THERE IN THEIR POST-CANON FANWORKS TRYING TO TELL ME THAT LINK FUCKS OFF AND LEAVES HER ALONE TO GO SMOOCH THE HOT FISH PRINCE BECAUSE ZELDA WAS BEING TOO OVERBEARING OR WHATEVER AND HE COULDN'T DEAL WITH THE EXPECTATION??? LIKE ZELDA'S WHOLE FUCKING ARC WASNT ALSO ABOUT HER STRUGGLING WITH EXPECTATION AND FAILING TO LIVE UP TO IT AND YOU WANT ME TO BELIEVE THIS WUALITY THEY BOTH OSTENSIBLY HAVE IN COMMON WOULD DRIVE A WEDGE BETWEEN THEM?? WHERE'S ZELDA YOU COWARDS?? I DON'T EVEN CARE IF YOU DON'T WANT HER AND LINK TO BE TOGETHER, JUST STOP DIMINISHING THE GRAVITY OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND MAKING ZELDA SUCK FOR NO REASON. SHE'S A BIG NERD! SHE GETS TOO IN HER OWN HEAD! SHE'D DO ANYTHING TO HELP THE PEOPLE SHE CARES ABOUT! SHE UNASHAMEDLY AND EXCITEDLY TRIED TO FEED HER PERSONAL KNIGHT A LIVE FROG IN THE NAME OF SCIENCE! HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE HER 

Im specifically saying botw Zelda here because oh my gOSH this poor girl can get made out to be like a horrible bitch when people. want link to get that shark dick. on average she doesnt get thattttt badly treated compared to some others but goddamn.

title character but people hate her because they want link to get w sidon. so she gets fridged or entirely forgotten even though shes literally his canonical soulmate and they have been reincarnated together hundreds of times (w ganon but whether u make em poly or make him the long suffering third wheel is up to you). people will be like oh but zelda was mean to him that one time (??). be serious w me rn. she just got removed from fandom entirely and if that isnt the epitome of victim of yaoi idk what is.

[moodymisty]

Greetings fellow Clone simp! So I saw a post saying that the best way to get your partner to talk to you after a fight is to tighten all the lids on jars so they'll have no choice but to talk to you, and I was wondering if u could write The Bad Batch (+ Cody and Rex if you don't mind) doing this/having their partner do it to them

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: This is so cute! I had a few other very similar ideas that weren't exactly jars for like Wrecker, so I hope you enjoy those as well.

Relationships: Hunter/Gn!Reader, Tech/Gn!Reader, Wrecker/Gn!Reader, Crosshair/Gn!Reader, Echo/Gn!Reader, Cody/Gn!Reader

Warnings: None to speak of

✦ Echo ✦

Echo is a little shit. You don't get to have Jesse and Fives as brothers and not end up that way.

So when you two got in a little spitting match and you ended up storming off groaning about him being pointlessly stubborn, (he could say the exact same about you), Echo gets petty.

You sneak aboard a few of your favorite snacks in the Marauder sometimes, just a little hint of home instead of suffering with ration bars non-stop.

One of them is in this odd little jar, Echo's never tried it, but he still takes it and spins the lid so tight using his elbow and good hand, before sitting it back. It's a long con, but it ends up being a good while later before you realize the lid is completely stuck. You even try tapping it on an edge before trying to brute force it again, to no avail.

Going into the cockpit you hold the snack in your hands, lips tight. "Why did you tighten this lid so tight? I didn't leave it this way." Echo snickers. But when you look at him, he holds up his scomp link and feigns innocence. He only has one hand, after all.

You however know better, and while Wrecker helps you pop the lid off, you glare at Echo.

"You're an ass," You say while he smiles.

✦ Hunter ✦

You absolutely do this to Hunter. He isn't the type of guy to get really petty, but that doesn't mean you're above it.

Hunter does however have a habit of getting a bit overbearing, and often times scolds you for things that are completely innocuous. You know it's because he cares but, gods does it piss you off.

And while that doesn't normally lead to petty behavior, it does when you're stuck holed up in a tiny ship with nowhere to run off to and get space.

That lack of but need for space ends up making you boil to the point that you let out your irritation on the various jars and containers in the storage area of the Marauder.

Hunter catches you doing it, taking one and struggling to open it before he finally pops it open with a surprising amount of effort needed.

He gets needing some stress relief, but he's going to not enjoy having to constantly struggle to open anything again, after this.

It's a few days later when he does need to open one and he remembers catching you, that he grumbles while wincing and putting all his strength into opening it. "You're surprisingly strong..." Before his gloves slip and he loses his grip.

You get it for him, but it doesn't mean he's amused by it. At all.

✦ Wrecker ✦

You and Wrecker never fight. You've maybe raised your voice at one another a few times, but never much more. It usually never has any hostility, and even if it perhaps gets a little heated- maybe he was reckless on a mission when he shouldn't have been- it's usually quickly resolved.

However today, he just seems determined to get on your last possible nerve. Everything he does is just making your neck tense, and in a moment of sheer pettiness, you wait till he's in the refresher taking a shower, and grab as many pieces of his armor you can carry.

Crosshair raises his eyebrows at you as you pass by, but doesn't say anything. He's learned better. You stuff all the gear into one of Tech's empty storage crates before changing the passcode; and wait.

You hear his grumbling around as he looks for his armor, and Crosshair throws him a bone on where the location of most of it might be. It's not much later that Wrecker is behind you, towing the crate you could barely move with one hand.

"I know you put my stuff in this crate; What's the number." You shrug your shoulders, not budging on the matter. Wrecker however, loudly whines about it.

"Look I'm sorry! I'll make it up to you please just tell me the code!" You look up at him. "Promise not to be reckless again?" He eagerly nods. You hum. "Can I get a kiss?" He drops the crate and smiles.

"Always." You tell him the code afterwards and he retrieves his armor, and he learns a lesson that day.

✦ Crosshair ✦

Crosshair is absolutely the type to do this to you, rather than you to him.

You peeve him off one day and all the suddenly almost everything you want is tightened or locked to the point that it is absolutely impossible to open. Even stealing one of Tech's tools to try and pry it yields little positive results. And after awhile, you have to bite the figurative blaster bolt.

Crosshair is so incredibly smug you can actually feel it radiating off him the moment you step close to him.

He'd heard you grunting and struggling with it, and now it seems you've finally given up on it.

Shoving it right under his nose you purse your lips tight, asking with a venomous 'please?'.

He opens it for you, and while he doesn't say a word, the way he looks at you says more than enough.

You and Cross have a pretty remarkably skill to be able to talk with just the looks on your faces, and while whatever you'd been fighting about has now since boiled off, you can still see Crosshair's little sneaky smirk each time you glance at him.

✦ Tech ✦

You end up doing this to Tech, after arguing over a fact you'd thought was true, but Tech had -oh so smugly- proven you wrong.

In retaliation you end up screwing the jar for his soldering flux as tight as you can, and stewing in your own pettiness.

When he gets around to finally using it you're sitting in the co-pilot's seat next to him, as he grunts trying to open it.

"Why is this so tight all of the sudden?" When he hears your singing 'dunno', he instantly looks at you and sees you're attempting not to smile.

"Why did you do this? You didn't use an adhesive, did you?" You just look away from him, before glancing back.

Tech gives it another go, and with a pop, the lid gives way.

Right; Tech is far stronger than he looks.

Maybe next time.

✦ Commander Cody ✦

Cody actually does this quite often to you, though most of the time, it's on accident. He doesn't have quite a handle on his own strength at times, and sometimes ends up tightening things too tight for anyone else to get to.

But one day when he's in a particularly foul mood, you'd chewed him out on something relatively minor, he holds a jar of your food in his hands. He had already taken a bite and you'd told him before he makes them too tight.

Putting the lid back on he does it as tight as he can, and sets it there. He's mentally scolding himself for being so childish, but at least it's harmless, and he let out a little bit of pent of anger on the innocent jar.

And he'll admit that when you come to him a short while later not looking him in the eye but asking him to open it for you, it's amusing.

He does so, but it's a little hard not to crack a tiny smile.

[bugeyedfreaks]

IT CAME IT IS HERE THE 20-YEAR-OLD PPG SOAP MAKING KIT FOR CHILDREN YAAAY 💖🥳🎉

I saw this being sold online, you all wanted me to buy it, so I did, and now you can all see what horrors you’ve wrought upon me.

The first thing that I noticed when I opened this package up is that it smelled terrible. I didn’t even have to open up the envelope you see in the picture: the actual shipping envelope smelled bad. It was definitely a soap smell gone very wrong. Needless to say, this wasn’t a good sign of what was to come.

… well, spoiler alert, it really doesn’t get any worse. In fact it’s a little underwhelming. 😆 But read on anyway because I do suffer a little while doing this, and I know if you all love at least one thing about me… it’s my suffering. 💖

I opened it up, and the first thing I looked at was the instruction manual that seems to be written in the perspective of the Professor. That’s kind of cute and on brand. I also chuckled because both of the soaps in this kit are named after Buttercup, the Powerpuff Girl who hates bathing the most. Whoever made this knew what they were doing and I love them for it. I hope putting this together made working at the Delta Education company a bit more fun for them.

Here are the instructions for people who like to read 20-year-old instructions of crafts for babbies:

After I looked through all of the instructions, I found some PPG stickers (not shown because I’m already pushing my photo limit for this post) as well as all of the ingredients for our experiments. Oooooh~.

I was actually a little bit disappointed, because I thought there would be more ingredients involved to make these things (you know, like an actual educational science kit would normally have), but this is all it came with. The shampoo base was just premade shampoo without the (apple!) scent in it. The green soap was just premade soap, cut into chunks that you would melt and pour into little heart shaped molds. The little glitter stickers in this picture weren’t PPG themed, and the “PPG trinkets” were straight up just erasers.

So, yeah, it was… underwhelming. From what I can gather from the other kits I saw being sold online, I suppose these were “educational” in the sense that they were used in educational settings. They were probably just little craft kits for kids in classrooms rather than kits that were going to teach them anything substantial (I think the other kits I saw were for making jewelry and door hangers… just fun projects for kids to have fun and learn how to put things together 🤷‍♀️).

Still, I purchased this kit, and I’d be damned if I didn’t actually get some shampoo and soap makin’ out of some of these ingredients. …and I say some because I had to find out whether I should even USE these products, given the warning on the front of the bag that said the contents warranted adult supervision. I mean, I’m an adult and I felt like I needed another adult.

There was absolutely no way that I was going to use the shampoo base, because I am pretty sure that it would make my hair fall out or disintegrate my scalp if I tried using it (or even if I touched it). It looked really slimy, and had a weird, translucent stringy texture to it, so I tossed it. I snipped open the apple scent packet because I was curious to find out if it still had a scent to it… and it was actually sort of pleasant! It had a bit of a chemical after-scent to it, but it wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever smelled. Still, I don’t think I should be putting a 20-year-old scent anywhere near my body (I probably shouldn’t have even smelled it, come to think of it… my chemistry teachers would have been so ashamed of me) so I decided I would not be using it in the final product either.

I opened up the green soap, hoping that that would actually be okay or at least smell normal, and… I actually gagged. BLEEEEECH. That’s where the awful smell had been coming from. Immediately tossed it in the trash. It was AWFUL, and there’s absolutely no way, not even for the sake of comedy, that I would willingly put it in my microwave or even let it come in contact with my skin (although yet again, like an idiot, I smelled it… oh well, my idiocy has its limits, I guess). I looked online later and also found out that, apparently, glycerin soap can produce mold and ferment after 4-5 years… so yeah, it was probably a good call for me to trash it.

That means I now didn’t have any of the actual soap products I was going to use to make these! However, I had a trick up my sleeve (at least for the solid soap) and that trick was called… buying new soap to use. 🤣 I got some dye, grabbed some apple scent to add to the soap, and voila! BUTTERCUP SOAP!

Beautiful! 💚

They’re actually kind of cute, and I’m using them as little dish soaps right now (I’ll probably toss the erasers later though… I don’t think they’ll work after being in glycerin soap that long). The new apple smell I bought is, weirdly enough, not as great as the 20-year-old one, but it’s still something I totally think Buttercup wouldn’t mind using, even if bathtime was still torture for her. I also ended up making some blue soap themed for Bubbles (aka the original Soap). As for the shampoo, I basically just added the apple scent to some shampoo I already had and decorated the bottle that came with the kit accordingly.

…and that’s all she wrote! There it is! Soap and soap for your hair made with help from a kit no one else but me would, in their right mind, ever purchase! I hope you are all now fulfilled, free to live enriched lives knowing what mysteries were enclosed in the kit, and that I successfully made something with it for your enjoyment. It was all… for you! 💖🫵💖

[serichan]

So, I have another fanart for you and some thoughts about the show. I stumbled upon some recs and comments, and I’m fascinated by how many different reactions it tends to bring out. It’s incredible. From love to hate and everything in between, it’s amazing. For me, it’s love. It’s really, really love—though maybe as a guilty pleasure, I think. But honestly, I don’t feel very conflicted about it.

What’s good?

• Visuals: Stunning. Absolutely stunning.

• Music: I’m addicted. It’s been on repeat for weeks now. A good thing my partner is used to my obsessions with music, or I swear they’d have killed me by now.

• Pretty boys: God, they’re pretty. They’re very young, but they’re so pretty.

• Shipping potential: Everyone is shippable. This is a ship fest, and I love it.

• Emotional turmoil: I loved how much it made me want to cry. That’s amazing.

• Characters: I mostly loved the characters here, with a few exceptions (we’ll get to that).

• Non-heteronormative ideas: I like this new approach to pushing these themes through censorship. Yeah, of course, it’s baiting, but it always was, even before the ban. And this new idea is fun—I hope it sticks.

• Polycule dramas: Yes, please. I love it.

• Zhu Yan: I love him.

• Zuo Yichen: I love him.

• Found family: I love it.

• Addictiveness: It’s so compelling.

This show has my heart, flaws and all. It’s such a ride. What do you think?

Two things I didn’t like:

1. Sexism:

Oh my god. The damsel-in-distress trope was unbearable. Wen Xiao started so strong, and then they just threw it all away. It was so frustrating! PJ was lovely, but the “big sister” trope is so overused. It feels like they push strong female characters into these traditionally “female” roles, and it’s tiresome. At least Beijing had her sapphic romance with Wen Xiao, which was cute, I guess. But still, I wanted so much more.

2. Timeline:

The timeline is nonsense. Absolute nonsense. Like, the stuff with Li Lan—when exactly did that happen? Eight years ago? How do they go from teenagers to older demons in eight years? It’s ridiculous. It breaks immersion because it makes no sense. I’d honestly rather they just didn’t give us any specific dates.

3. The Big Bad:

Oh, don’t even get me started. The villains were so bad. Every dramatic fight scene had the bad guy just standing there, letting them monologue for hours. Why? Who does that? Though, I will admit, I kind of enjoy this trope for the campy drama, but it still drove me crazy.

4. Over-the-top Torture Scenes:

The unnecessary torture of Zhu Yan was too much. He was already a deeply sad character, and we didn’t need the lightning scene or all the extra suffering. It felt cheap and overdone, like they were trying too hard to milk the angst.

5. Zhu Yan/Wen Xiao Romance:

This could’ve been good, but the idea that he knew her as a child? No, no, no. That’s creepy, and I hate it. Either lean into the idea of him being a parental figure, or scrap the “I knew you as a child” angle entirely. It’s unnecessary and off-putting.

6. Too Much Crying:

Wen Xiao spent way too much time crying on the floor. Can we please let her be a strong female lead? Why does she have to default to being a damsel in distress? She was so promising in the first episode, and then they just threw that potential away. It was infuriating.

7. The Wings:

I'm sorry, but I hated the wings. They looked cheap and... just stupid. I really couldn’t take them seriously.

Overall Love for the Drama:

That said, it might seem like there are more things I didn’t like than liked, but that’s not true. I freaking loved this drama. I’d give it a 9 out of 10. A strong 9. If I didn’t love it, I wouldn’t be spending all my free time writing fics for it! And believe me, I’m not usually a big fic writer. Though, to be fair, I mostly blame the fact that the cast is so bloody pretty.

Music Video Aesthetic:

Oh, one more thing I really loved—it looks like a big freaking music video, and I loved it! It was so aesthetically pleasing, such a visual feast.

Costumes:

Most of the costumes were stunning, though sometimes a bit over the top. I couldn’t stop laughing about all the dangly chain-knee things in the hair. I have long hair, and trust me—that’s a stupid idea if you want to move a lot. It’d get caught in everything. You’d need to be a magical being to deal with that nonsense. But, hey, it looked pretty and gave me lots of ideas!

Boys Crying:

The boys looked absolutely stunning while crying, and I had so much fun torturing them in my fics. Truly, they are too pretty, and I’m here for it.

Demon Costumes:

There weren’t too many over-the-top costumes in the demon sphere, which I appreciated. I don’t like all the plastic prosthetics and weird visual cues you see in dramas like Love and Game. It looks cheap. I much preferred the red glowy effects and face tattoos—they looked cool and suited the aesthetic.

Moral Greyness:

Maybe they leaned a little too much into the “white lotus” trope for the characters. I would’ve liked more moral greyness, especially for the Great Demon. He started off strong and morally ambiguous, but then he became too virtuous, and it got annoying.

Final Thoughts:

Overall, yeah, I loved it. These are just nitpicks. The visuals were gorgeous, the music was addictive, and the characters gave me so much inspiration. So, yeah, these are my very long, very jumbled thoughts about the drama. Please enjoy the fanart!

For my fics find me at

[wordy-little-witch]

Hiiii i hope im not annoying u or anything w my frequent asks dksjzjzjz if so pls dont feel pressured to answer it, it do be tiring esp in this heat n economy 😬

i just saw another great post abt buggy having oblivious survival clown rizz and im like that victorian era boy with a bowl saying "pls sir" CUZ i need more of it😭🥹🤲🥣 i never knew i needed it but now my eyes are opened,,, so im guessing buggy has rizzed more than half of the entire pirate population and the landlubber population, but does dis also extend to the enemy/marines? 😳 also can i ask for more buggy accidental rizz headcanons n ideas? Actually any ideas u have r rly great, its extra dopamine or feels when u update lmao

thank u for replying to my questions🥹

Hiiiii~ don't worry about being annoying, love, I love hearing from you! Honestly, having asks makes me all fluttery and happy, it's like digital tumblr penpal friendship hehe~

As for Accidental Rizz Buggy, BABES I have TOO MANY THOUGHTS

On the Marine topic, ABSOLUTELY and I am LOSING IT over the mental image of Buggy having a fan club in the Navy and he just Doesn't Know.

I already ship Rosinante/Corazon and Buggy ANYWAY and so I am so down for pirate/marine ships bc it's so good ong-

Specifically speaking, I can see Buggy accidentally doing some accidental charming either by showing some of his rarely touched on moral ambiguity. Like. Dude does not subscribe to the general populace, he marches to his own drum and we love him for it. The world of One Piece has a recurring theme of Morally Gray and No Such Thing As Good Or Bad type of stuff. Especially with Pirates vs Marines.

So like. Imagine Buggy being involved in some sort of mad wild bullshit hunt/fight, he's escaping the Marines, he's cackling, making a show of it and between one taunt and the next, he catches sight of movement in an alley way.

Two pairs of eyes stare back, wide, terrified, and he freezes.

Immediately all fight and threat drains, and he turns to the alley. "Hey," he greets softly, not too gently but with care dripping from the vowels. "What are you brats doing out here, huh? It's dangerous."

The Marines try to cut in and Buggy disengages at best, forces them back at worst.

"Time and a place," he tells them, "change of plans, there's kids here. Time out, buddy."

He's soft with them, but not alarmingly so to their wild eyes. He recognizes the signs there, and he simply lets them choose their pace.

The officers there view a new side of a fierce pirate, one who would quail under a sharp look one moment and glare back, hissing in fury thr next to a commanding officer with two little ones to protect. He is multifaceted. He is complex. He is.....

Really pretty.

Uh oh.

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Bonus, Buggy absolutely accidentally charms the FUCK out of Sengoku, both in a CoraBug sense and in a non shipping sense. I feel like Buggy would annoy his way into being Sengoku's beloathed favorite. He's suffering through it all. Very much "unfortunately, I like you" type of deal.

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Buggy: does something surprising/cute/attractive/competent

The world: oh I guess I gotta kiss this muppet senseless

[queenjunothegreat]

Hello everyone! I come bearing the absolute CUTEST fucking ship in all of PJO, Frazel! I don't care what you say, these two are fucking ADORABLE and I would kill and die for them. They are the human embodiment of middle schoolers on a date at McDonald's eating ice cream and holding hands under the table but refusing to look at each other. They're cute as hell.

Hazel pretended to ignore the mouse and it came even closer, clearly emboldened by her lack of engagement. In fact, it crossed the whole room and hopped up on the edge of Hazel’s cauldron so it could get a better look at her. That’s when Hazel finally looked at it properly, meeting those brown eyes bright with intelligence and she grinned. “Hi, Frank.” The mouse let out a shrill little squeak of shock as it fell off the cauldron and Hazel hid her giggles with her hands. Frank then sat up, once again in the shape of her very best friend. “How did you know it was me?” he demanded with something that looked very much like a pout. “I thought I was finally getting good at this!” *** Witch Hazel is brewing a potion for homework, when she gets a surprise visitor. Ao3 Collection Day Fourteen: Witches/Warlocks

Hazel hummed quietly to herself as she squinted at her potion book. The fortune potion wasn’t exactly hard, but it did require her to concentrate, and sometimes that was more easily said than done. Unfortunately, she’d kind of been putting it off all weekend, and if she wanted to turn in her homework on Monday, she really needed to buckle down. She wasn’t exactly interested in suffering through another one of Professor Hecate’s lectures if she was late. 

But then she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. It was a mouse, not an uncommon sight in the old castle they all lived in, but it was odd for one to be so bold. Normally, they just scurried from room to room as quickly as possible, making sure to avoid any sort of extended contact, but this one didn’t do that. Instead, it crept towards her, its little nose wiggling a thousand times a minute as it took in the smells of Hazel’s potion ingredients. Hazel pretended to ignore it and it came even closer, clearly emboldened by her lack of engagement. In fact, it crossed the whole room and hopped up on the edge of Hazel’s cauldron so it could get a better look at her. 

That’s when Hazel finally looked at it properly, meeting those brown eyes bright with intelligence and she grinned. “Hi, Frank.”

The mouse let out a shrill little squeak of shock as it fell off the cauldron and Hazel hid her giggles with her hands. Frank then sat up, once again in the shape of her very best friend. “How did you know it was me?” he demanded with something that looked very much like a pout. “I thought I was finally getting good at this!”

“You looked just like a mouse, I promise,” Hazel soothed. “But you weren’t acting much like one. You weren’t skittish enough.”

Frank blinked at her. “Oh, I, uh, I guess that makes sense.” 

Hazel smiled at him and she wanted to tell him that his eyes were always a dead giveaway, too, at least to her, but then her cauldron made a high pitched hissing noise and started belching purple smoke. “Oh, not now!” she complained before yanking the cauldron off the little magical fire. She stirred furiously at the concoction, but it was soon clear that there was no salvaging what she’d already done, so she let out a long string of swear words that would have put her mother in the grave if she weren’t already there. With a furious pout she whipped out her wand and vanished the mess before slamming the cauldron back down.

“Uh, sorry about that.”

Hazel whipped her head around to see Frank still sitting on the floor where she’d left him. He was fiddling with his fingers and staring at his toes, and looking a lot more timid than he had when he’d been playing the role of a mouse. She frowned at him. “What are you sorry for?”

“Uh, this?” he said, gesturing at her now-empty cauldron. “I didn’t mean to distract you. I just didn’t think about it.”

“Aw, that’s alright,” she smiled at him. “I should’ve been paying more attention in the first place. Besides that one had been going bad already. I probably would have needed to start over anyway.” That last bit wasn’t entirely true. The potion wasn’t going perfectly (it was more lavender than lilac and smelled of butterscotch instead of caramel) but she would have probably gotten a passing grade, at least. But she figured Frank didn’t really need to know that.

Sure enough, Frank’s shoulders relaxed just a bit at her little white lie, and he gave her a little smile. “Still, I feel a bit bad. What are you making, anyway?”

“Potion of good fortune,” Hazel explained, turning the book for Frank to see, which he did once he got to his feet.  “Professor Hecate wants us to make it this weekend, and we’re gonna test them tomorrow during class.”

Frank’s eyes went wide and a little glassy. “Woah. I have no idea how you manage to do all this. You’re amazing, Hazel.”

Hazel felt her cheeks grow warm and her heart flutter in her chest, and she ducked her head sheepishly. “It’s really not that impressive. I mean, you can shapeshift. That’s pretty cool in my book.”

Frank shook his head. “That’s something I was just born with. It’s not the same.”

“I was born with magic, same as you.”

Frank raised an eyebrow at her. “Hazel, my lessons usually involve just figuring out how to properly picture an animal. This here?” He gestured at the potion book. “I mean, I can’t even bake cookies. I’d have no idea where to start with all this.”

“It’s really not that hard,” she insisted. “You just gotta make sure you follow all the steps properly because they build on one another, and–” She was cut off when Frank put a finger to her lips. She blinked in shock for a moment and crossed her eyes to look at the tip of his finger before she looked up at his face.

He was smiling down at her, his face soft and warm with affection, and Hazel was suddenly very glad she wasn’t a Fire Elemental like Leo, otherwise she’d have burst into flames. “Would you please just take the compliment?” he said, his tone half amused half fondly exasperated. “I think you’re amazing, Hazel, and no amount of downplaying what you can do is going to change that.”

Hazel ducked her head and yanked the brim of her hat down over her eyes in order to hide her besotted smile. “I, uh, okay. If you say so.”

“I do say so,” Frank said, his mouse-like confidence returning.

Hazel released her hat so that she could fiddle with the hem of her shirt. “Do you, uh, have anything you’re planning on doing this afternoon?”

Frank paused, and she could almost see the way he cocked his head to the side in confusion. “Uh, no. Do you?”

“Well, I’m gonna be making this potion again,” she said. “I was, um, wondering if maybe you’d like to help? Magic always works better with company, even if the company is a different kind of magic.”

Frank was quiet for a moment and Hazel was about to blubber out an apology for even thinking to ask him to do such a thing before he quietly said, “You really want me here?”

She looked up at him to see that he was staring down at her with something akin to wonder and she couldn’t help her besotted smile. “Yeah, Frank. There’s no one else I’d rather have here with me.”

Frank looked like he was about ready to burst with pride as he sat down next to Hazel on her little bench. It really wasn’t big enough for the two of them, but Hazel didn’t really mind all that much. “Okay, what do you want me to do?”

Hazel wanted to tell him that just sitting there next to her with his pink cheeks and his shy smile was already filling her heart with enough joy to make this potion a thousand times over, but she thought that might be a little too sappy to start the afternoon with. Instead she summoned a potion base to fill her cauldron and said, “Can you hand me that mudwort? It’s the little brown jar.”

Frank did as she asked while she prepped her new attempt at potion making. They worked together like they’d been doing it their whole lives, quietly chatting back and forth while Hazel added ingredients and Frank stirred at a perfectly even rate in whatever direction she told him to. Already, the potion was leagues better than any of her many, many failed attempts. In a burst of confidence and bravery, she leaned over and pecked a kiss to Frank’s cheek and said, “I think you’re amazing, too, by the way.”

Frank let out a startled squeak and turned back into a mouse, making Hazel laugh and dive for the spoon he’d been using to stir the potion before it could slip below the surface. After a moment, Frank sheepishly turned back into his human self and took over stirring again, his cheeks significantly redder than before, and they got back to work, pressed together on that little bench.

[velvet-apricots]

MIDRA AND NANAYA for the character ask

favorite thing about them

Midra: Frazzled troubled old man with dark secret. I love the trope of the wise man finding something he shouldn't have, and suffering for it. Not so much for the suffering, but the tragedy of it. He flew too close to the sun, and was burned. I also love how pathetically in love he is with his wife. She is his joy, his word.

Nanaya: she is such a non character that I have to go with my own headcanons. I love how strong she is, in her own gentle way. She bares through loosing her family to the gaols and the pain of her wounds. I also just love the body type i gave her. Soft and a little plump. perfect for a frail old man to cuddle with.

least favorite thing about them

nothing. I love them your honor.

favorite line

THE DEPTHS OF YOUR FOOLISHNESS

And for Nanaya uh... *drags out her fanfiction*

“Why do they hunt us? The Hornsent… The jailer said I should be grateful. Why do they think that I would be grateful for such a thing?”

brOTP

Midra and his disciples count right? I kinda regret not giving that one dude that let Nanaya in a name lol. But he def has someone he was close too. AH DAMN what if his friend was one of the people who caught madness and died? awww =(

Nanaya and Marika. I headcanon that they were friends. They would explore around the village, practice incantations, and play music together. When Marika abandoned her, Nanaya was devastated. When they reunited years later, Nanaya was grateful. Because for a moment she was happy.

OTP

Midra x Nanaya forever. Like please OH GOD. they are so in love with one another.

nOTP

why would you ship them with anyone else? THEY ARE PERFECT

random headcanon

Midra has written 15 books over the coarse of his 300 years of life. His most well respected work is the symbolism of the spiral, a very important symbol to the hornsent.

Nanaya is really bad at baking. She always tweaks the recipe because she does that with regular cooking and it usually turns out awful because of it.

unpopular opinion

NANAYA WAS NOT SHABRIRI AND SHE LOVED HER HUSBAND. And some fo the fans of that headcanon need to stop coming onto people's posts and loresplaining to them. Like MY GOD. let us have our cute headcanons.

song i associate with them

favorite picture of them

does my own art count?

[cosmiischillin]

Twilight Town: The Bad Luck Banshee

The bad luck magnet herself is Misery, no really, it’s her name. She’s probably the most popular character in the show aside from Ruby (and probably Frank and Len). She definetly represented the goth girl of the show rather than Ruby who was different between the show and her original character.

Misery was drawn a lot before I got to working more of Twilight Town. Hell, she had a portrait and profile done before everyone else. So I am excited to talk about her and my plans for her in the AU (and the sound of me laughing getting cut off)

The Fairy Woman

In my long long looooooooooooong research of monsters, Banshees might have been my favorite. Banshees are said to be “fairy women” in Irish and are female spirits whose screams were meant to signal that death was close. It’s never confirmed in the show but the fanon pretty much consider Misery to be a banshee (same goes for the rest of her family). I decided to add those original folklore elements to her in Twilight Town like her pale eyes that looks like they’re staring off to the distance or someone’s soul. I definitely want to go into more of her abilities or even other powers such as her ability to sense misfortune before it happens and even her insane pain resistance.

As for her family, I might expand on it more as her family being female folklore figures would be a lot of fun to look at. Looking back on it now, I’m really disappointed that most of misery’s family members are reused models of her or of other ancestors (And I don’t like thinking about Mildew’s portrayal as an extremely racist mashup of East Asian culture) As a kid I used to fixate on Yo Kai (Kuchisake Onna, Futakuchi Onna, and Yuki Onna being my favorites), La Llorna, Bloody Mary, Sirens, and Baba Yaga (I guess I was super into monster stuff even before Ruby Gloom). Though I want to do my proper research before I portray folklore figures from cultures I’m not apart of.

Design

To be honest, I never figured out why I made Misery Black Irish. Maybe it’s because when I first drew her, I gave her black features unintentionally so I kept that in. Or that in the show there were pretty much no BIPOC characters (and the shows portrayal of Romani and Chinese was…bad). When I posted her new look, people actually liked this version of her so yeah, I kept it!

As for shipping her with Iris. I wanted to do something besides shipping them with the twins (I was guilty of this as a kid). I found their dynamic cute and it was something different. Misery’s bad luck would have made it impossible to be with people but when there’s Iris, who wouldn’t even give a thought before putting themselves in danger, it’s sorta sweet.

I imagine Misery to be the one who warns the group before something that can end in disaster even if it ends up being a small inconvenience. I was heavily inspired by trad goth for her hence why her clothes are a bit more modern than her dress as a kid.

Origin and Background

Misery is a magic monster under the umbrella term Faerie, a type of monster most humans treat like cute mischief makers, except for a certain type of Fae, a Banshee. Misery’s whole family are shrouded in bad luck, being known as harbingers of disasters. Although in the past banshees could be seen as warnings or giving their grief to families in need, time passed to where banshees were feared and rumored to kill with their screams. They couldn’t hide away due to the forces of bad luck they bring.

Misery moved to Twilight Town when she was 8 as her family got ran out of another place by an angry mob. Misery soon moved to Ruby’s mansion when her family decided to move again and allowed her to choose if she wanted to leave or not. Despite her bad luck being, well, that, Ruby seemed to not mind. Almost like her cheerfulness and optimism made the bad luck seem almost sufferable.

Look at how silly she is.

Next Up: The Frankenstein Twins

[onskepa]

Can you do please Trudy and a male from the Omatikaya falling in love after the great battle (in an au where she and Norm didn't have anything i don't wanna see that man suffer) i was thinking of a fluff thing, like he being a little more shy and she is being flirty and is just cute.

Ooooooohhh this is a first for me, now, I dont consider this a male reader since I would be breaking my own rules. So this will be trudy x OC. Hope you all enjoy this~!!

Also yes in this, norm and trudy aren't romantically together but are still besties for life!

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Mo'nim

After the great battle, many humans left. And some stayed. One of them was Trudy Shacon. She was a great asset and strong alley for jake and the na'vi. Her ship was her ikran. And like all the ikrans in battle, her beloved too died for the greater good. Rogue one, her baby. Was a big miracle she didn't die from the explosion.

Aside fighting, shooting guns, being a baddy, trudy at heart loves to fly. When no one is looking, she would fly her ship through the floating mountains and just admire the view from up high. She loved the freedom her ship gave her, to go anywhere she wanted to go, go as high as she wanted to be.

So when she saw many ikrans flying to their death, she knows the na'vi's pain. To lose someone close to you and never to enjoy the union of flying together. She knows it.

When the humans left, many things were left behind. And who was trudy to leave them be wasteful? Using her mechanic skills, the machines that were broken were reused for many things, expand on the lab, fix the air ships, create eco friendly bunkers for stuff. Anything really to make herself useful and busy.

Of course thanks to Jake sully, all the humans who are loyal to the na'vi were welcomed into the clan. Including trudy, the humans are all seen as brothers and sisters to the Omatikaya clan.

Trudy is deemed as a warrior among the na'vi as hold her in high regard as she was willing to put her life on the line for the people. The very few humans the na'vi respect.

So when she passes by, a na'vi will say hello or greet her in one way or another. And trudy has come gotten to know many na'vi, some she is close with. But there is one na'vi she is aware of but isn't as close.

Mo'nim.

He is a tall, kind man. Not a warrior, but rather a healer. Would rather walk in the shadows than in the sunlight. Mo'nim is those silent types. Shy and quiet. It was that reason why trudy wants to get to know him. Many na'vi have unique personality, but mo'nim was very interesting.

Every time trudy would go into the village, she would scan around to look for the quiet na'vi. She didn't want to ask anyone as means not to give the wrong idea or if word would reach him. No. Trudy wants to find him in her own way.

By being straight forward.

"mo'nim, right?" trudy asks the 9'10 ft tall na'vi. Mo'nim in question, looks at her, taking in her appearance and knows her as the flying human.

He looks around, not wanting to make eye contact. "I don't know much about na'vi etiquette but in human standards, it's rude not to look in the eyes when talking" she says with a playful smirk.

Her teasing voice made his insides stir a bit. But doesn't know why. "I'm sorry, It's just...I don't talk to humans that much, its not because I don't like you!-I mean I do!-no no, what I mean is-OH eywa I'm sorry...!!" mo'nim stutters in his words.

Trudy tries to hide her chuckles but fails. Mo'nim had his ears pinned to the back, his tail lowered as a sign of self insecurity. "no no! I didn't mean to laugh at you, its just...you're an interesting fella" trudy answers quickly.

Purple hue spread across mo'nim's cheeks. Feeling a little flustered. A look trudy has quickly come to like.

"um...well if you have come looking for me....is there s-something you need....?" mo'nim asks shyly. Trudy gets closer, making mo'nim back away a bit. "Yes, in fact I do need something from you" trudy trails on. Mo'nim leans slight a bit, "and what would that be...?" he asks.

"you"

Oh may Eywa take him now.

Mo'nim can feel his heart about to escape his ribcage when he heard that. But feeling too much, he up and left, climbing from tree to tree. As he leaves, hearing trudy's voice become more and more distant.

"was I too direct....??" trudy asks herself.

So for the next few days, trudy would try to get mo'nim's attention. By calling his name, purposely going near his home, really antthing to be in mo'nims eyes. The golden eyes trudy can never get enough of.

Hell, she has taken the extra mile to learn na'vi, albeit her accent is thick, but the local na'vi taught her well enough to speak in a conversation.

So when the opportunity arrived, trudy made the most of it. When she found mo'nim near a river, instead of being slow and steady. She did the opposite.

"hey there good looking"

mo'nim was quick to turn around and see trudy sitting close to him. He was caught off guard, didn't expect to see her. "trudy...? why are you still looking for me...?" he asks slowly.

Trudy shrugs playfully before getting some tall grass and starts to weave it. "Cant I see you? You caught my eye and I just simply want to get to know you better".

Mo'nim didn't think trudy was a bad person, just wasn't so used to receiving attention like how she gives him. "Im very sorry trudy, but its just-well maybe we-no no, I umm....oh eywa I cant speak no matter what I say" mo'nim blushes heavily, purple hue once again spreads across his cheeks.

Trudy laughs out in pure amusement. "It is ok mo'nim, you're very cute like this. Maybe talk to me some more~?" trudy gets closer, feeling bold.

Mo'nim's mind goes blank for a few seconds before processing what she said. "w-well I am not so s-sure, b-but perhaps or maybe we c-can..." his voice trailed off. It only made trudy get closer.

"hhmm yeeeeesss~?"

Trudy's smirk was of a sly one, her dark eyes burning into his soul. She was unlike other human women, much less, like any na'vi women he knows. She is bold, confident, and not so apologetic.

"I...!! I have to go!" he got up only to trip on his own steps but quickly got up and left. Trudy didnt feel bad. Just try a bit harder next time. She looks down at the half weave bracelet.

"I can do better next time" trudy tells herself. Something about mo'nim that just cant be ignored. And whatever it is. She wants it. She wants mo'nim.

Idk If I did trudy justice in her personality. I love her a lot but god! she is too cool for me too handle! Tell me what y'all think! I dont mind re-writing this cause I feel like something is missing. But anywho! hope you all liked it!

mo = space

nim = shy