#I'll save this idea for another time

[miss-conner3]

Curious Information

I decided that if I made a human version of my lamb it would be allergic to wool… because I am too.

(Including dust, mites, and partially the fur of cats and dogs)

But the thing is that if I suffer from sneezing because of wool, why not give it to someone who, in its sheep form, grows it naturally?

¿Plus wouldn't that be hilarious?

Although it would be funnier if I made a sheep allergic to its own wool… oh my God (OoO)

¿Can you imagine that?

[raynewolferune]

Meta Jazz, the Arkham Intern Therapist Pt 2.2

Note: Part 2.2! The Bane Incident from Kon's POV! 😁

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Two days later, Kon was back at Arkham undercover again. The Bats had caught Bane nearly 12 hours earlier after Red Hood showed up midway through the fight, lept off the overpass, and landed a blow directly to the top of Bane's head with a metal pipe on the way down. The behemoth of a man had crashed hard into the cement, immediately unconscious, and been taken directly to Arkham's medical facilities as soon as he arrived. He'd been checked over and cleared to head to his usual room in less than 15 minutes once he woke up the following afternoon.

Kon found out all of this afterwards. 

He was headed back to the briefing room for his nect assignment after lunch when he spotted four senior guards, Collins, Ryans, Dorr, and Miles, escorting Bane from medical to his usual cell. He stepped into a doorway to let them pass by before continuing on his way. Kon had spent a productive lunch break chatting with Jasmine "please don't call me Fenton" while she waited for Dr. Rylie before he had to head back to the guards room so he wouldn't be late. He'd have to make sure to catch up with Dr. Rylie on the way out at the end of the day instead, Kon mused.

There was a shout behind him. Two bodies slamming hard into the walls on either side of the hall. A rush of fabric sliding across fabric. Rapid pounding footsteps.

Kon spun letting out a gasp as he saw Bane grab Jasmine's upper arm and yank her hard enough to make her stumble. The large man turned to face the guards behind him as he pulled her firmly back against his chest. Kon had the dart gun in his hands and leveled at Bane before he even realized he was moving. Dorr and Ryans had also already done the same. Miles was scrambling to his feet, drawing both his dart gun and baton. Collins slid to the ground, right shoulder visibly dislocated from hitting the wall at the wrong angle but he drew his tranquilizer dart gun as well.

"Weapons down or I'll snap her skinny little neck." Bane growled out, shaking Jasmine as emphasis. Her braid swung from the force of it. 

Kon expected her to panic. He was panicking; a full grown, fully recognized superhero. Of course, he expected her to panic.

But Jasmine didn't. 

Her expression smoothed out turning from barely-there surprise to blank calm in the span of a few seconds. Her breathing stayed deep and even. Her heart beat steady was steady. Was she in some kind of shock? But he had never heard of someone reacting like that to shock before.

"Back up! Let him through!" Dr. Rylie shouted to Kon and the other guards from where he had pressed himself against the wall on the opposite side from Bane. He must have been just a few steps ahead of Jasmine.

"She's my student! Let him through!" Dr. Rylie screamed again. His voice high pitched with fear for his intern. 

Kon didn't know what to do. From the way Ryans and Dorr were exchanging looks, he wasn't sure they knew what the best approach was in this situation either. Of the five of them, Ryans was the most senior guard but he wasn't one of the six guards trained for hostage negotiations either. None of the scenarios they had trained for would work here. Jasmine was too similar in height to Bane for a good shot and a single tranquilizer wouldn't knock him out anyway. They couldn't possibly circle around behind him in this narrow hallway either.

Kon could practically taste the panic building in the air. The tension was rising. If he didn't think fast someone else was going to make the first move and Jasmine would get hurt and -

She sighed.

Long, heavy, and disappointed. It felt like every muscle in Kon's body locked up suddenly.

"Mr. Bane, remove your hands from my person, please. I will give you to one to comply." She said voice calm and heavy like - like she was disappointed in him?

Kon's stared at her bland expression in shock for a moment before his eyes darted back to Bane. The rogue looked momentarily stunned then started laughing.

"Five." Jasmine said, ignoring his laughter. Kon felt himself paling. His colleagues were shifting, white faced with fear as they traded glances again.

"Four." She continued. Bane snorted derisively at her.

"Did you really think that would work?" He asked. His arms tightened around her. There was no way Jasmine was getting out of this without bruises.

"Three." She said ignoring Bane's question. Holy shit. Had she lost her mind?

"What can you even do if I don't?" Bane mocked with a rabid gleam in his eye. He's going to kill her, Kon realized faintly, even if we let him go now he's going to snap her neck for this.

"Two." 

"Jasmine..." Kon whispered pained and horrified by his realization. Loosening his grip on the dart gun without meaning too. She met his gaze across the hall, eyes resolved. 

"One." She finished, brows furrowing slightly in concentration as her lips thinned, pressed together. Bane gave a derisive snort. 

And then the massive man was airborne. 

"Holy shit." Miles breathed out.

Kon stared at the crater in the floor. Collins and Dorr were absolutely silent, hearts racing in their chests. Ryans took a half step forward, heart stuttering - Kon really hoped the man wasn't about to have a heart attack because he could rush him to medical right now. Dr. Rylie was half collapsed against the wall he'd been pressing himself against a strangled sound of shock coming from his throat. Bane was embedded in the floor breath wheezing as Jasmine half knelt on top of his neck. Oh wow, Kon registered, Bane's arm is fucked.

"Now, do you know what you've done wrong?" Jasmine asked looking down at the giant.

"Yes, Ma'am." Bane choked out.

"Fucked with the wrong HBIC." Collins muttered under his breath faintly still stunned.

"Jasmine for president." Miles whispered back automatically.

"Boys," Dorr scolded as he half lowered his dart gun, shifting his weight at the same time.

"Won't be making her angry around that time of month." Ryans mumbled to himself softly enough that Kon was the only person who could have possibly heard him. 

"What did you do wrong?" Jasmine pressed. Collins choked back an inappropriate hysterical giggle at the question. Bane appeared to panic when he realized he'd have to respond. 

No wonder, Kon thought, the man literally grew up in Santa Prisca's prisons. Did he even know how to respond to -Kon choked on air - a maternal scolding?! What the ever loving fuck? He bluescreened. Stood there in the hallway, absolutely stunned, completely unaware of his surroundings as he struggled to process the fact that Jasmine was giving Bane a maternal scolding in the middle of an Arkham hallway right in front of him. Maybe I've finally gone nuts? Kon wondered. 

Jasmine gestured vaguely towards the group of them without turning to look and Kon snapped back to the present. 

"Kyle here is going to take you to see the nurse and then back to your room then. I'm sure you'll behave for him?" Oh shit, that's me she's talking about. Kon walked towards her still a bit numb.

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll behave." Bane answered her. Kon watched as Jasmine stood up carefully and backed away from Bane far enough for him to pull himself out of the crater in the floor. Once he was on his feet, Kon led Bane back towards medical realizing as he did that there had been four other guards behind him this whole time.

Two of them darted forward and scooped up Collins, probably to take him to the guards medical ward along the outer wall patrol route. The other two fell in with Kon, Dorr, Miles, and Ryans. As they walked away Kon could hear Jasmine talking to Dr. Rylie.

"I'm fine, really. My mother was an extremely skilled martial artist. I've been learning from her since I started to walk." She explained honestly, trying to sooth the frazzled doctor's nerves. "I didn't know he was heavy enough to break the floor though!" Jasmine laughed. 

That - heart beat uneven, vocal cords tense - that second part was a lie.

[hyakunana]

The traditional seasonal visit to the Beyond to —report the news of this timeline— comfort your local involuntary time traveler

[muckablucka]

how it feels to find song lyrics that fit your OC perfectly:

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

_____ used Destiny Bond! _____ is hoping to take his attacker down with him!

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(Belatedly) celebrating the one-year anniversary of the 'Destiny Bond' comic with a rare, fully-illustrated piece. A bit of extra context and rambly thoughts under the cut 🫶💖💕

A little over a year ago, I posted the first part of the Destiny Bond comic, originally intended to be a one-off doodle exploring the consequences of Morty's prophetic abilities on his relationship with Eusine.

That sketchy doodle of mine ended up being a whole narrative project spanning across a few months, before I eventually took a pause on it to focus on my mental health (having reached a low earlier in the year).

It was a daring enough project in and of itself, especially with how I had spontaneously taken it on when I was still recovering from a years-long burnout with 2D art. Though (temporarily) stopping sooner than I had hoped, I can confidently say that this little comic project of mine had helped to rekindle my love for drawing as a whole, and had further lead me to meeting some of the most wonderful people and friends in this small corner of the Pokémon fandom (whom also happen to be obsessed with these two silly guys from the GSC/HGSS games). It's a project I hold dearly to my heart, and one that I hope to revisit and continue once I feel ready to do so; as the story has yet to truly kick off (I'm not even joking we're still in the prologue technically I'm yelling /lh).

I hope to be able to share the rest of this story with you all one day, in whatever new form it'll take as. For now, I want to say thank you, from the deepest parts of my heart, for supporting this passion project of mine - and to assure you to tune in for the future of this title. 👀✨

[maliciousalice]

Hear me out (or don't... it's fine I'm just venting and mean) yeah um I don't believe Chakotay was saved in Prod*gy s2.

[somepsychopomp]

Is Telemachus an alpha or an omega in the au? How does that affect the suitors situation?

Alright let's do this.

First, I just wanna say it's so funny that the concept of beta!Telemachus isn't even suggested. When I've written omegaverse in the past, it's always AUs where characters are alphas or omegas. I don't tend to write betas at all bc in many stories I've read, only the "unimportant" side characters tend to be designated as betas and that's not fun to me.

Part of me thinks O!Telemachus is a really interesting idea. He'd be so much like his father that it hurts.

But I would rather imagine him as an alpha. Here's why:

If he were an omega, I don't think the suitors would give him a second thought or take him seriously at all. Maybe a few would try to court him, thinking that if they can't have the top spot, coming in second by winning the prince is a decent consolation prize. But that's the thing- all those suitors are there for Penelope's hand so they can be named king and get all the absolute power that comes with such a title. Why fight for second place? To them, it's go big or go home.

Alpha Telemachus, on the other hand, I think would pose all sorts of problems for the house.

For one, even if he's untrained and a little immature despite being an adult (so like canon), on some level he's like the suitors. He's one of them. An unmated, untamed alpha. And that gives the suitors reason to notice him.

Telemachus would, of course, still try to defend his mother's honor. He hears all the derogatory things the suitors whisper when his mother isn't around and it makes him sick with rage. His alpha instincts tell him to fight back and defend his pack/family.

And he does pick fights. Lots of them. Being untrained, he loses most of them at first but slowly learns a few tricks and moves that let him win here and there. (He never tells Penelope that he's gotten into another fight because he doesn't want her to worry over him. He's not a child anymore and he'll do his part to protect their house!)

And while the suitors think it's fun at first to knock him down, it's a little disconcerting how often Telemachus picks himself back up, bares his teeth, and tries again.

Thankfully, what few wins he earns aren't enough for the suitors to take him super seriously, but Telemachus is a stubborn, stubborn alpha just like his mother. It doesn't matter how often or how badly he's hurt. He won't let any sort of slander against his family stand.

(I've written a whole other post about how a!Penelope would deal w/ the suitors that I'll put up as a companion piece to this ask- long story short, Penelope has to defend her throne and home through trials by combat very frequently.)

So yeah, I like alpha!Telemachus a lot because I think he'd be much more willing to put himself in dangerous situations for his family. He ultimately just wants to protect his sire and to follow in the footsteps of his legendary dam.

As I see it, canon Telemachus is a lot more omega coded and damn, I would actually love to write more about this scrappy little omega picking fights with alphas twice his size bc that's essentially what omega Ody did w/ the massive boar.

But also, it hits so damn good to imagine omega Odysseus home at last with his alpha wife and alpha son, both of whom are taller than him, but love and care for him so fucking much. (Also, alpha Telemachus would act like such a puppy around his omega parent. He'd follow Odysseus on his heels, hang onto every word, and think that his dam was just the coolest person ever. He'd be such an unbelievable mama's boy.)

[thoughtspeaker]

The Second Watcher of the Dark Cacao kingdom had only been meant to guard the door while King Dark Cacao Cookie spoke with Pure Vanilla Cookie after the other ancient gave an abrupt visit.

What he hadn't expected was for the king to suddenly shout out midway through the conversation, loud enough that despite the thick chocolate walls, the Second Watcher could make out each word of it.

...What had Pure Vanilla Cookie told the king to make the normally stoic leader say such a thing about the normally calm healer?

...The Second Watcher wasn't sure he wanted to know.

[inhurtandincomfort]

Sometimes you have to do a very difficult thing and just let go of that line or scene that's holding you back

[dragontamer05]

No lie I can't recall the last time I did like just one long continuous thread.

Like sure still doing small side stuff, asks ect but just idk but also letting muses grow and develop through one long continuous - and not always having to say resort to completely dropping if whatever currently is going on has run its course and instead just time skip with it but let it keep going.

And I say this as some one who is also 100% happy to time skip and jump around.

And hey you want to go back in time and explore a scenario that could have happened earlier in their relationship / knowing each other

or jump forward to something way later or even just explore a what if scenario that doesn't have to happen but could depending how things go/ how we feel about it ect

Hell yah love it all - trying to have some time line consistency is good obviously and as long as we can agree on even a loose idea of How they got to Y or where X fits and what not then sure.

Am fine with even the longest of threads eventually getting a wrap up if things simply happen to feel right in the moment and is what gets decided, doesn't have to be an infinite thread - certainly not about to force one to go on if its reached a point it kinda feels dead but idk call me easily attached but there's sometimes where I can still find / feels like their might be still potential to be found in a thread and all it needs is a bit of tweaking.

The chapter came to an end but the book isn't over kinda thing. Maybe all it needs is a small time skip / scene change but there's still things to be explored within said plot/scenario / whatever is going on with the characters - that would still also work/fit within said thread instead of separating.

Similarly but kind of reverse is I am equally as happy generally to return to threads that were long previously dropped/abandoned. Whether cause someone wasn't feeling it any more or simply we ran into a writing wall and at the time were lost on how to continue it so was better not to force it. But if something new comes along be it from plotting / just newer interactions or simply with having time away from it whatever the reason if a spark suddenly arises and hey suddenly what if we connected - old thread to new idea - or any other reason to want to answer/continue go for it.

idk mostly I this is was just a really long rambly way of saying how I miss long threads. Short quick snippets are fun and fine but 9/10 I promise i am very much interested and fine with carrying a thread for as long and far as it'll go.

[the-girl-with-too-many-ideas]

Does anyone else get the feeling that at their core, all of mxtx's works are about cycles of abuses.

[helluvapurf]

adam x lute for the ship bingo?

Sooo with S1 of Hazbin done atm, I can safely say my official thoughts on Adam and Lute (at least ship-wise) is... "mid", I guess? .3.

Like, I can see why one would like their dynamic of a chaotic jackass boss & his stone-cold assistant, esp with Lute being among the few people not done with Adam's bs. Didn't really feel much of a "spark" there beyond that though (esp with how obnoxiously sexist Adam is >>), buuuut if we're going by the finale... ~(Brief spoiler-warning below)~

-I guess their friendship was a legit one after all, going by their last scene together before Adam died?

Which... is admittedly interesting to realize in-hindsight, though that's about the most of what I feel regarding their canon dynamic rn? 🤷‍♀️

[quietlyblooms]

“you are always in danger in the forest.” (ooOooo Jovie warning Chiyo bc like ‼️ there are horrible things going on there ‼️ )

and other stories... | @goldcnpeaks know that's not chiyo's grandma!

" ...iyo! "

she freezes in the evening sun, her arm half-buried in her backpack and looking over her shoulder. the woods look back. she scowls, feels a shiver crawl its way down her spine as quiet settles over the clearing once more. the faint call of her name must have been a trick of the wind or her mind. it's only her here. letting out a deep breath to ground herself, the young witch goes back to tucking away her art supplies. her sketchpad still rests in the grass beside her, and as chiyo reaches for it, a shriek pierces the air that turns her blood cold.

" CHIYO! "

the blonde scrambles to her feet as her grandmother's voice screams for her again and sobs for chiyo to help her. her heart hammers in her chest; her eyes search the trees; her lungs struggle to take in enough air; chiyo begins to panic. logic dictates that that can't be her grandmother, yet her cries sound too real. she takes one step forward then another. the grass crunches beneath her sneakers, and the wind whistles through the trees. she swears something moves among the branches. her grandmother shrieks in utter terror just as chiyo hesitates, urging her forward.

it can't be her grandmother, but what if it is? what if she followed after her into golden peaks after all and got lost? what if she's hurt? what if---

a strong hand wraps itself around chiyo's wrist, and she lets out a startled gasp as she whips her head around to see jovie preventing her from taking another step. her grandmother's cries have stopped. sweat beads upon chiyo's brow. something still watches her from the woods -- she feels their eyes burning into her.

" you are always in danger in the forest, " jovie warns her. chiyo wonders if she heard her grandmother's voice earlier.

" i thought i... " breathing doesn't come easily, nor does an explanation. she shakes her head. " it was dumb. you're right. i'll, uh... i'll go. my grandma's expecting me back anyway. "

her stride is hurried like her heartbeats, quickly carrying her to her forgotten backpack and sketchpad. she pauses as she picks up the latter. the witch hadn't drawn anything special -- it was only the wood in shades of gray. but she notices what looks like eyes staring from behind the branches.

chiyo's skin crawls, and she hastily stuffs her sketchbook into her backpack. she doesn't want to think about this right now. she wants to go home.

turning to look at jovie again, chiyo tries to smile, but it's a pitiful attempt. " thanks for stopping me, " she tells her, heaving her bag onto her back. " i dunno what i was thinking. " what was it thinking? both of them should get out of here before they find out. " were you just heading back, too? "

[drawingwithgreen13]

The Amazing World of Gumball humanisations are some of the most intriguing things to me because of the vast array of designs the characters have in the show, it makes you wonder what kinda concepts people would come up with for human versions of said characters

I wanted to go for a different thing for this where I would use a sorta mix-up of the show’s style for these specific characters and my own style so they’d still look like how they look in canon while giving myself enough flexibility so they could be more expressive (notice how every character chosen was 2D, specifically because they were easier erghiuregh)

Also, here’s a bonus Masami alt and Darwin in the kind of outfit I most often see in humanisations:

[jonathanrook]

maybe i'll finish one of my fucking wips eventually

[crowleyaj]

for the first time ever I set a long term goal for myself to work towards (save enough money for a six month solo backpacking trip) and life really does feel a bit better thanks to it. knowing that there's something I'm looking forward to. that I'm giving this desk job two years. that it has a purpose. so far my life has been very "let's just see what happens idk I don't have plans" but this? this feels good. and for someone who was so depressed I barely got out of the house two years ago it feels like a huge step tbh