#MAGNETS MAKE MACHINES GO CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!

[pussymasterdooku]

leadmetothegarden -> somekindofcosmicrearrangement

i love you grease in your hair dot mp3

[03den]

bits of you scattered around hamzah’s house headcanons ( gn reader )

a.n: this is still in that whole friends to fwb to lovers universe. you can read more about it here and here

for hamzah his house is his safe place, and the mess is more comforting than he’d like to admit. having your things scattered around, even though you don’t live there (yet), is just so domestic, so intimate, he wants parts of you in every room.

( at the beginning of your arrangement he clearly wants to start impressing you more and lowkey makes an effort to keep his house minimally clean—even tho you’ve already been a witness of the usual mess during your time as friends. eventually, as you keep coming over, he js ends up giving up lol )

just as you enter his home you find yourself at his kitchen, his small and bland kitchen with barely anything but a coffee machine and a microwave at the counters, some plants and a fridge. inside the cabinets where he keeps his glasses and cups, there’s your mug. and by yours i mean its one he specifically bought for you, with a corny design he knows will make you laugh and inevitably choose it for your morning coffee, after you spend the night over. he never tells you he bought them for you, that he knew you’d laugh and claim them to your use, but the more nights you come over, the more your mug collection at his house grows.

there’s also his fridge, full of photographs of his friends and random magnets he bought for fun. you appear in some of the photos with claire and chase, some others with mandy and martin, or all of you together, but hamzah also wanted some where’d it be just you and him—that, lowkey sent him into a crisis. he had this photo of you in your pajamas, slouched on his couch with blue and red near you. you were smiling lazily at the camera, and you looked so settled, so at home, hamzah couldn’t properly look at the photo without his heart going crazy for a few days. then, he was determined on showing off the photo to anyone who’d come in, but. would it be too much? would it be too real? he tests the waters by adding an ai image of the two of you first, a silly scenario of you as astronauts at the moon. when you notice and laugh hard at how stupid the image is instead of confronting him about having photos of the two of you around, he adds the one he originally meant to. now, every morning you’re at his kitchen he’s smiling from ear to ear, and you can’t figure out why.

he doesn’t cook much, not for himself, not for his friends. and at the beginning, he doesn’t cook for you either. it is by far his best skill, but he knows the basics, and how to follow the recipes. however, at some point, he gets nervous that eating the same three things every time you’re over will make the food distasteful, and he opts for cooking for you instead. you’re pleasantly surprise the first time, having expected the same tasty cup noodles, and hamzah is content. now, the groceries in his cabinets were all bought with you in mind, based on a grocery list you wrote together. your favorite snacks are tucked away on a corner of his counter, just so when you leave his bed to go get them, you don’t take much time; and the brand of soda he now buys are your favorite, stored inside the fridge near your preferred condiments.

moving onto the next room, you find yourself at the living room, spacious but messy compared to his kitchen. there’s random things laying around random places, and how he manages to function through the chaos is beyond you—though you do like how lived in it looks. with time, you also get used to it, to a point your own things start mixing with his. the latest magazine you’re reading finds itself at his coffee table, sitting above a stack of papers that are most likely important and both your mugs from this morning’s breakfast are nearby, forgotten there for a later task. during the Hot ones video he makes a point to state the magazine is yours—not that he’d have an issue reading it, he’s just secretly proud you’re comfortable enough to treat his house like your own.

at the couch, over the arm, is draped a weighted blanket he knows to be your favorite. when you had admitted mid-conversation to liking these blankets more, he made sure to have one around. its weight disassociated your conjoined bodies from the rest of the world as you cuddled together, and hamzah thinks he might prefer this ones more too.

over at the side board, where he keeps framed pictures of his friends, he has, specially framed, a couple’s trend you had both indulged in during a lazy afternoon—painting each other on canvases—except he didn’t have canvases laying around so you just did it on regular paper. you didn’t think they were anything special to get framed. the paper was all mushy from the paint, you weren’t a renaissance artist and so wasn’t he. you bet your younger cousin could do something similar to what you had done, but the way he had gone out of his way later that day to buy a colorful frame despite having some normal ones laying around made your heart swell.

at the bookshelf nearby where he has some books, pokemon figures and some other random gifs, he keeps on display little trinkets you’ve got him, little cheap things that caught your eye during an outing and just reminded you of him. hamzah felt so besotted when you told him and can’t help the cheeky smile the sight of the trinkets instantly bring him. you had also gotten a few toys for blue and red, and, although he doesn’t keep them at the bookshelf, he sends you a video of the cats playing with them every time he can.

his office is surprisingly more organized than the rest of the rooms in the house and so, respecting how he keeps his work place, you try to maintain it organized too. you’re only over there to keep hamzah some company, while he’s editing or filming a video. you stay at the bed nearby, normally paying more attention to your phone than anything else, and you can count the handful of times you had to come back to hamzah’s house to pick something you’ve left on that bed, be it a hoodie, your charger or your earbuds.

even his bathroom has evidence of your constant presence. like the purple toothbrush he bought for you, sitting besides his in a glass, after you teased him abt how you couldn’t be walking around with your toiletries every day just in case he asked you to come over. you hadn’t expect him to take you seriously, but the new and nonnomadic toothbrush was indeed useful.

you were incredibly comfortable with one another, you realize, and so did your common friends who started joining in on the ‘you have to move in with him atp’ jokes you had with hamzah. that kinda caught you off guard the first time it happened, like you had forgotten they also acknowledged the bits of you around his house. you wondered if hamzah would warn them not to use your towel, folded and tucked besides his; or your shampoo, resting inside his shower. it was the one he worshiped the brand because ‘it made your hair smell so good’. you wondered how much did your friends notice.

you just hoped they didn’t frequent his bedroom often—not that you’d truly have a problem w it, it was just lowkey embarrassing, given it was the room you left the messier, and the one hamzah felt like you were truly everywhere. a pile of your clothes was mixed with his on his bed, and you still had some other pieces hanged inside his closet. one of the pillows was very obviously not his, as it had a pretty identifiable pillowcase, that just screamed you, and the photo strip of both of you, sitting at his bedside table, also didn’t help your case.

but you weren’t going to complain if they did notice everything as much as you did. in a way it felt good that other knew that, even tho hamzah likes his house, he likes it more with you around.

i thought abt dividing this post into two bc its so long, but then i remembered those annoying storytelling tiktoks that always have like 28 parts and made myself sit and finish writing this 😭

[strangermoons]

WIP Wednesday

never done one of these before but there's no time like the present, I guess.

—

The front door opens. 

“We have a situation,” Eddie calls from the entryway. He sounds pissed off. 

Steve debates getting up but decides against it. The Buckleys’ couch is really comfortable. 

“Now what?” he calls back. “Did Dustin—”

He breaks off, because Eddie’s not alone. He’s brought a girl, some dark-haired chick in a leather jacket. Steve suppresses an irrational twinge of jealousy. Steve never brings dates to movie night. It’s supposed to be just the five of them.

The girl steps fully around the corner and turns to look right at Steve. Steve stares back at her, because—

Because she looks exactly like Eddie. Down to every detail. It’s uncanny. It’s like someone cloned Eddie but flipped the ‘hot babe’ switch on the cloning machine. 

“Harrington?” she says, her eyebrows shooting up. “Are you lost?”

Her voice is higher than Eddie’s, and yet exactly the same.

“Is that your sister?” Steve says, looking between Eddie and the girl. “I didn’t know you had a sister.”

“Shit really is different over here,” the girl says to Eddie, ignoring the question. “You hang out with Harrington?”

“Piss off,” Eddie says. His jaw is clenched. “That’s not important.”

“Oh, I beg to differ,” the girl says. “This is fascinating. Tell me, Harrington, are you here for a transaction?”

“What?” Steve says, blinking. “It’s movie night, if that’s what you mean.”

“Is it,” the girl says, giving Eddie a sideways glance that makes his scowl deepen.

“Uh, yeah,” Steve says. He’s not sure what’s going on. “We’re gonna watch Spies Like Us. So, uh, what was that about a situation?”

“She’s the situation,” Eddie says. “We have to get rid of her.”

“Why?” Steve says. “She can join us. There’s plenty of room.”

Eddie’s— sister? cousin? smiles, a flash of teeth that makes the resemblance even more obvious. “Hark at this!” she says, coming closer. “You have to be here for free weed, Harrington. There’s no other explanation.”

“We can’t smoke here, Robin’s mom would flip,” Steve says. “And call me Steve. What’s your name, by the way?”

She stops right in front of Steve and stares him down, eyes narrowed. She’s tall, almost exactly as tall as Eddie, and she cocks her head in the same birdlike way. It’s crazy. They could be twins. Leave it to Eddie to have a hot twin sister he’s somehow failed to mention all summer.

“Mind if I sit?”

“Be my guest,” Steve says, gesturing at the seat to his left.

She eyes his face for another moment and then abruptly drops to the arm of the couch on Steve’s right, practically in his lap.

“No!” Eddie says, like he’s scolding a dog.

“Hi,” the girl says, leaning her elbow on the back of the couch, the leather of her jacket creaking. “Do you have the time?”

“Uh, just after eight, I think,” Steve says, checking his watch. The girl catches his wrist and pulls it closer.

“Nice watch,” she says, her fingers cool against Steve’s skin. “Looks expensive.”

“Thanks, it was a Christmas present,” Steve says. Wow. He hasn’t had a girl come on this strong since the whole thing with Patty Debicki in seventh grade, and that was a totally different situation. Patty had braces and a bad haircut and the personality of a neglected poodle. This mystery Munson has soft, dark eyes, a quicksilver smile, and an air of careless confidence that’s honestly pretty sexy. Steve’s more broad-minded now than he was in high school, after all. Sure, she dresses like one of the freaks, a boy freak, and she’s maybe not a model, exactly, but she’s so— magnetic. That’s the word. She’s not even wearing makeup. Steve can’t take his eyes off her. 

“We gotta fix this right now,” Eddie says, voice going a little squeaky at the end. Steve’s not sure where the fire is.

“So I told you my name,” he says to girl-Munson, who is still pretending to examine his watch, her fingertips stroking the inside of Steve’s wrist. “What’s yours?”

“Eddie, of course,” she says, meeting his eyes with a grin. “Eddie Munson.”

[inklore]

if it's one thing your girl is great at it's making a million different google docs full of lists full of resources, ideas, etc that will help future me when it comes to posting fics.

fic titles are literally one of the biggest lists i have and not even in a perfect world where i write ten fics a day would i ever be able to use all of these, and i don't like to see things go to waste, and i know there's people out there that struggle with titles as much as i do. so i hope this list comes in handy for someone!

i don't think i need to say this but just in case: no one owns fic titles, anyone can use these, a dozen people or one or none. these are literally just words and letters. no one owns them. sharing is caring, enjoy lovies!

★ — ONE WORD.

overboard 

runaway 

repercussions 

sledgehammer 

stargazing 

symmetry 

deathless 

honey 

retrograde 

stitches 

gravity 

helpline 

hollow 

suffer 

pushing 

warrant 

want 

wonder 

emotions 

nonchalant 

lavender 

daydream 

nosebleed 

jigsaw 

static 

float 

limbs 

hologram 

careless 

lush 

rotting 

phonograph 

hypnotic 

splinters 

magnetic 

wasted 

lithium 

dealer 

she

candles 

sabotage 

secrets

better

crescendo

deny

phenomenon

nights

guilty

move

criminal

blue

rise

thirsty

strangers

clockwork

closer

hectic

change

somebody

more

misery

like

sour

lowkey

peaches

she

nervous

sympathy

scars

disappear

melody

gemini

cruel

persona

supernatural

nectar

obsessed

casual

tryant

xo

dare

honestly

yummy

out

paradise

nuts

groin

heaven

lost

stardust

tangerine

monolith

lunch

pov

perfume

dealer

tough

arson

★ — TWO WORDS.

hush hush

night away

heart stop

stone heart

waiting for

black rose

sad kids

spine breaker

look here

autumn leaves

for you

spring day

love maze

bad decisions

take two

wild flower

blue side

rainy days

face off

slow dancing

polar night

like crazy

club heaven

deeper water

romantic devil

hold me

angel eyes

picture you

after midnight

twilight zone

drain me

sorry sorry

pretty please

how sweet

bubble gum

empty box

love therapy

play me

red velvet 

cherry bullet 

midnight guest 

cherry wish 

code words

ghost walk

bad intentions 

atlas hands 

broken crown 

crystallized words 

filthy pride 

fresh eyes 

heavy feet 

hungry ghosts 

imaginary paintings 

neon jungle 

perfect storm 

slow hands 

stop signs 

sad farewells 

untranslated stars 

after hours 

bad liar 

bonfire heart 

bruised lips 

cherry bomb 

damaged goods 

dead end 

fire away 

gunpowder hourglass 

lonely together 

lost language 

old moons 

one dance 

paper knees 

sleepy eyes 

stolen dance 

vice city 

artificial heart 

cry baby 

daylight fading 

dream awake 

empty bottle 

exit wounds 

ghost orchards 

moving stones 

paper walls 

oceans away 

playing fiction 

something wild 

wild thoughts 

everybody’s fool 

eyes closed 

storms incarnate 

writing tragedies 

stereo driver 

soul searching 

party’s over 

backseat driving 

fearful heart 

backwards directions 

nosebleed seats 

high hopes 

lovers rock

wet dream 

selfish soul 

washed away 

rose rogue 

midnight sun 

teenage fantasy 

wandering romance 

sure thing 

wildest dreams 

rock candy

losing momentum 

ruin you 

heart holiday 

sink her 

cut splinters 

hot mess 

frozen devotion 

little star 

blind faith 

favorite crime 

romantic homicide 

those eyes 

play pretend 

plot line 

pretty poison 

intimidate you 

pretty face 

strawberry kisses 

lovers rock 

worlds apart 

desperate/separate ways 

those eyes 

the blonde 

loving machine 

spill blood

someone’s someone

★ — THREE WORDS.

got my number

happy without me

not over you

crazy for you

back to you

flame of love

just one day

let me know

hold me tight

make it right

closer than this

love me again

still with you

out of love

never let go

love in space

ready to bleed 

bleed for love

between the bars 

can’t be still

cold morning mist 

in cold blood

matter of time 

piece by piece 

ship to wreck 

taut with love 

waste a moment 

can’t see straight 

down and out 

in a blackout 

just like fire 

notes on tenderness 

across the room

fire with fire 

going half-mad

loving to ruins 

rust to gold

send my love 

talking in code 

cradling a dream 

cut to black 

dear to me 

run me dry 

dancing with demons 

kiss and tell 

if you care 

the cry out 

steal this night 

just for now 

heart on fire 

hold my head 

nobody but you 

simple and plain

a familiar sound 

fool for you 

drown your memory 

falling into you 

just like heaven 

warm like beaches 

love that stings 

rotting in places 

moves on you 

save your tears 

a single tear 

light my cigarette 

long nights, daydreams 

boys like you 

love me forever 

hands on me 

like a phonograph 

taking over me 

dug so deep 

touch the ground 

heart shaped box 

where’s my love

tears of gold

lover of mine 

love me wrong

kiss or kill 

exes and why’s 

love is easy 

stupid in love 

easy to love

lost with you 

glimpse of us 

keep you safe 

death with dignity 

just like heaven 

heart of glass 

baby i’m yours 

pull my strings 

★ — FOUR+ WORDS.

love me a little

happy without me

you can't hold my heart

wishing on a star

give it to me

around the world in a day

waste it on me

this mess is yours

feeling like i do 

on a war path 

blood on the surface 

corner of the sky 

do the divine love 

drinking the corinthian sun 

everything is laced in (add word) 

lost in the moment 

in the nick of time 

mouth like a pomegranate 

the bones you’re made of 

when the mania speaks 

all desire & no thought 

blue in the face 

collapsing and relapsing 

middle of the night 

sail to the sun 

lay down your arms 

falling into the sky 

take me where your heart is 

she’s like the bad weather 

kill for your love 

the cigarette and the smoker 

the match and the fuse 

saint, i’m a sinner 

when the sky comes falling 

pretty little hand in mine 

even when the sun don’t shine

staring at the sun / sunset 

tangled up with you all night 

paper airplanes flying 

maybe i’m a fool 

tastes like rock candy 

blood in a lemon

(a) heart ready to die 

fate is losing its patience 

at least we feel alive 

death for your secrets 

someone’s gonna ruin you 

dancing in a crowded room 

smell you on my clothes 

always taste like you 

leave me wanting more 

hunger for (insert here) 

swim before you drown 

put your hands on me 

drink my (these) tears and cry 

i’d sleep all day just to dream of you 

so high we never stood a chance 

i’d break down anytime for you 

maybe i’m wrong, or maybe it’s true 

i only breathe so that i breathe with you

a worn out cassette 

lips on my cold neck 

talking in my sleep 

make me feel like someone else 

locked inside your heart 

hooked on her flesh 

it’s bloody and raw 

the angel of small death 

just a couple sinners 

smiles cover your heart 

charmer and the snake 

stuck on your thumb 

if i killed someone for you 

dancing with your ghost 

i miss you, i’m sorry 

woman of the hour 

shut up and look pretty 

queen of the night 

devil in a dress 

the thought of you 

to be your lover 

falling over you 

just like a movie 

love on the line 

[happy74827]

Marty Mcfly Headcanons

[Marty As Your Boyfriend]

A/N: This is dedicated initially to @moosieworld (love you Pookie 🫶🫶), but I figured I’d share this for those who’d appreciate it as well. This is also my very first time doing headcanons ever, so hopefully this doesn’t suck 👀

『••✎••』

The Basics

To start this off, I have to say it… dating Marty McFly is anything but boring.

Like, if you thought you were just gonna have a chill, normal relationship where you go on simple dates and hold hands under the bleachers, you clearly didn’t account for the fact that your boyfriend:

A) is a magnet for chaos,

B) has access to a literal time machine

C) thinks "thinking things through" is for other people.

Marty is the definition of the boy next door, except instead of knocking on your front door like a normal person, he’s 100% the guy who scales the side of your house at 1 AM just to say, "Hey, you asleep?"

Like, yes, Marty, I was… until you almost ate it trying to get through my window

He’s got that classic '80s heartthrob energy going on, too. He's charming and effortlessly cool (when he’s not wiping out on his skateboard, of course), and he is always looking for an excuse to show off. Don’t think he won't play your favorite song on his guitar just to watch you melt.

He will even pretend it was totally casual, even though you both know he spent an hour practicing it beforehand

He also gets so flustered when you compliment him.

Call him cute? He’s tripping over his words.

Kiss his cheek? He’s red for the next ten minutes.

Tell him he’s amazing? Oh, great, now he’s malfunctioning.

His Quirks & Habits That Drive You Crazy (In Love)

The window thing. This boy does not use doors like a normal human.

If it's a one-story house? He’s hopping right in.

Two-story? You better believe he's scaling the side like a reckless little gremlin. Bonus points if he does it all with a backpack full of snacks.

At this point, your parents have just accepted it.

He’s always late, but somehow makes it impossible to be mad about it.

Like, you’ll be standing there, tapping your foot because he was supposed to pick you up for a movie 20 minutes ago, and then he skids in on his skateboard, hair a mess, with some wild story about how he "almost got stuck in the past again."

And before you can even roll your eyes, he’s flashing that lopsided grin, holding out a milkshake he grabbed to "make it up to you."

How are you supposed to stay annoyed when he’s looking at you like you’re the only person in the universe?

This boy also LOVES his mixtapes, and they are a whole experience.

Marty’s got this habit of making you these ridiculously heartfelt cassettes, labeled something cheesy like “Songs for My Favorite Person.”

It’s a mix of Van Halen, Huey Lewis, and some random deep-cut power ballad he swears "reminds him of you."

Half the time, you can hear him fumbling with the record button, muttering to himself about how he "messed up the order again."

Truthfully, It’s so endearingly clumsy that you can’t help but replay them until the tape starts to wear out.

He leaves random notes in the weirdest places.

You’ll open your locker and find a crumpled Post-it that says, "You looked cute today. Don’t tell Doc I stole his space pen."

Or you’ll reach into your jacket pocket and pull out a napkin with "Meet me at the diner later? :)" scrawled in his messy handwriting.

It’s like he’s allergic to calling like a normal person, but it’s so Marty that you keep every single one, even the ones that are half-illegible because he wrote them while running from something (probably Strickland).

And he’s zero chill when it comes to showing off for you at the arcade. Picture this:

You’re just trying to enjoy a slushie, and Marty’s over there dumping quarters into the pinball machine like it’s his personal mission to impress you with a high score.

He’ll nudge you with this cocky little "watch this" smirk, only to completely whiff it two seconds later.

But when he finally nails it? Oh, he’s turning to you with the proudest look, like he just saved the world, not just beat Needles score from last week.

At the end of the day, dating Marty McFly is like signing up for a wild, unpredictable adventure where you’re never quite sure what’s coming next, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

He’s the guy who’ll drag you into the chaos of time travel, sneak you into the best (and worst) moments of history, and still find a way to make you laugh until your sides hurt, all while holding your hand like you’re his anchor in every timeline.

Sure, he’s a walking disaster half the time, but he’s your disaster, and every second with him feels like a song you never want to end.

[randomstar202]

Spin from the wheel of aus and tell me about one (pick one and freely ramble lmfaoo)

Hi, localcanadiancreature62! I got an ask about my Dippy Pines/Stanswap au a while ago, and now I am thernked, so, I’m going to try my best to infodump as much of the whole thing as possible!

 So, the canon divergence starts at the science fair. Instead of walking into the gym, Stan has his breakdown elsewhere. Unfortunately, the Perpetual Motion Machine is VERY FRAGILE and the tarp over the top was just enough to break it. Filbrick is extremely disappointed in Ford, and kicks him out. Stan was in a different room upstairs and sees Ford getting kicked out though the window. He gives Ford the Stanmobile, and almost jumps out the window to get to him, but Filbrick takes whatever stairway Canon Ford did to get to the window unrealistically fast and stops Stan from leaving with Ford. Filbrick tells Stan that he can take part of Ford's debt, if he takes Ford's role as the smart twin too. Stan studies really hard, for Ford, and starts getting better and better grades rapidly. Eventually he starts wearing his glasses again, too. People start confusing him with Ford, and they start calling him Stan-ford, to cover all their bases, as nobody can remember which twin it is anymore. Stan is very exasperated. It doesn’t help that Filbrick consistently calls Stan ‘Stanford’, because that’s the name he chose for his ‘real' son. 

When he gets to college, Backupsmore, of course, people also call him Stanford because that’s the name his father called him and the name on the paperwork. He meets Fiddleford and is thrilled when he finds out Fidds makes robots. Together, they make Footbot a reality. That’s not important, just funny. They also start a company and sell McGucket’s doohickeys. This money funds most of their research, because Stan got a very small grant, as he wasn’t working himself to the bone for his degree like Ford, just speedrunning it. Stan decides to study anomalies, because they reminded him of his brother, and his search for the perfect place to study them led him to the most concentrated location of anomalies in the country- Gravity Falls, Oregon. 

Meanwhile, Ford lives on the streets. He studies stuff in public libraries and earns his 12 degrees while working as a paid intern for Rico. Eventually, Ford finds out that Rico is using him, builds a sci-fi laser gun, and takes him off his pedestal. They part ways as reluctant allies, and Ford “I work alone” Pines becomes the infamous Six Fingered Phantom (think Portal Ford but in his twenties). Possibly I’ll call him the Polytergeist. Probably the first one, tho. Ford is very bitter and cuts himself off entirely from his family, judging his work too dangerous and also still mad at them. Ford keeps grudges for a LONG TIME. 

Meanwhile, Stan’s having the greatest, non-traumatized time of his life! :3 Crazy adventures with his bestie Fiddlesticks, punching gremloblins in the face, alien cows, the only thing that could make it better would be if Ford were there! And he found out that the town has a Law of Weirdness Magnetism that brings weird stuff to town, so it’s really only a matter of time until Ford shows up! And then he finds a cave, with paintings of a being with answers. Stan doesn’t really need those, and he’s got a magic mailbox if he ever does, but he accidentally says the incantation while trying to sound it out. Oops.😬 Fidds is very mad at Stan when he tells him, which he does immediately. Of course he’s gonna tell Fiddlenerd, why wouldn’t he? That night in his dreams, a pentagonal star with a southern accent who says his name is Giddy Gleeful shows up. Stan doesn’t really trust him, but Gid uses a combination of hypnosis and manipulation to get Stan to make a deal with him, convincing him that Ford will definitely show up to the scientific event of the century! (He probably would, actually, in disguise.) Fidds doesn’t show the Memory Gun to Stan because he knows that Stan would definitely not approve. At the portal test, he brings it up in his rambling, and Stan confronts him on it. He confesses, and tells Stan what he saw in the portal. Stan agrees to talk to Gid, and Fidds agrees to disband his cult. Fidds goes off, but Blind Ivan wipes him clean when he tries to get rid of the Society.

 Now Stan has his paranoia era. He uses the mailbox to send a postcard to Ford that says, ‘please come!’. It’s covered in blood, because I wasn’t sure if Ford would come without a reason to think it was a real emergency. So Ford shows up at the door. Cue mutual paranoid screaming! :D In the basement, Stan tells Ford that he had one last journal to hide, then they could get to work on getting rid of Bill. And then, maybe, they could get as far away from him as possible. Do you remember our childhood dream of sailing around the world on a boat? Ford blows up at Stan for thinking of ‘repairing relationships’ when the world is at stake! They fight, and Stan falls into the portal. Ford tries to reopen, relieved beyond words when all plans are in the book he has, but that relief quickly turns into frustration when he realizes the plans are only basic outlines, he doesn’t use the official terminology for anything, and half the book is illegible! (Stan’s good at building by filling in the blanks. It’s how I think he rebuilt the portal in canon.) Ford realizes that this is going to take a while. When he goes into town for food, Ford discovers that Stan also had used the anomalies in town to make a sort of tourist trap, which he now has to run. Luckily, nobody in town can remember whether his name was StanFORD or StanLEY, so Ford manages to pass himself off as Stan while going by Ford. 

30 years later, Ford’s gniblings (great niblings -the g is silent), Dippy and Bella Pines, come to stay the summer with him. Dippy is the overprotective older twin brother who wears blindingly bright colors and uses nineties slang when he gets agitated or excited, and Bella is the extremely reckless optimistic genius who wears unseasonably warm clothing and loves pushing the boundaries of science. Dippy takes the place of Mabel generally, but also is Dipper sometimes. Also, Ford has a rivalry with an eleven year old boy named Billy Cipher who runs a rival tourist trap that’s based off of the color yellow and has an Illuminacho with a top hat on everything. Ask me if you have any follow-up questions! 😃

[ask-sweetie-and-pip]

Robots.... just those things... if they are magnetic, just use magnets, H20 should short circuit their systems, if you have thunder/lightning spells you should be able to also short circuit them, or melt them, a big enough hammer could wreck a lot of them, not to mention explosives, if you somehow hollow one out you could use it to trick the others into attacking it, or use it as a disguise, you could trick them into thinking you're dead (E.G, make an illusion of you get killed by them) or in the case of hedgehogs, spin dash into them a few times, even if their metal/robots they still have a flaw, if you can get to one of their brains and disconnect it from its body its useless. also removing power from it, teleport away, heck, you can just flood them, a shield could block attacks and again, magnets can break them sometimes. if you have hydrogen peroxide, salt, white Vinger and/or pure Vinagre and mix it up, you could make them rust in minutes, they should also have a failsafe in case they turn against their creator and a digital way is impossible, but that's not always the case. also, anything that can pierce though their wires and metal like Ice going very fast, once you have some metal or material their made off you can use it as a weapon to deal more damage...

Dear Code 404,

I'm not confident of killing even one of them. Just one miscalculation will take me out. I do not know their specs or how they were manufactured. I'm actually on a similar case, although I'm more flesh than machine now... let's not talk about that today.

I'm running a diagnostic test with Scootaloo and putting up a temp. Shield up to protect us both.

I'm pretty tired, I can already feel my blood vessels bursting with some wires fraying. But I do have a filly to rescue.

I do not know when they will come, but I can tell you my pain is awful. It is so bad that even one step drives me crazy.

Sweetie Belle

[husk-says-no]

Overlord Husk Headcanons

1. Master of Luck and Chance - Husk’s Overlord abilities revolve around manipulating probability. Dice rolls always land in his favor, cards bend to his will, and slot machines pay out jackpots—or drain souls dry—depending on his mood.

2. Walking Vice Magnet - His presence amplifies temptation, pulling out people’s darkest cravings and weaknesses.

3. Deal with the Devil - Husk’s golden bowtie serves as a focus for his magic. It glows whenever he seals a deal, binding the contract in Hell’s magic.

4. Ruler of Ruin - Husk’s casino fortress constantly shifts like a labyrinth, designed to keep visitors disoriented and trapped. It’s part nightclub, part death trap, with games that can literally gamble away years of someone’s existence.

5. No Free Drinks - unless he *really* likes someone, despite his suave exterior, Husk is bitter and deeply cynical. He views everyone as a potential customer—or liability.

6. Trophy Collector - Husk keeps trophies from his victims—a pair of loaded dice, a crumpled ace of spades, or even pieces of jewelry—displayed as grim reminders of his conquests.

7. Poker-Faced Predator - Husk’s poker face is so unreadable that even other Overlords struggle to predict his next move. His ability to bluff is nearly supernatural, making negotiations with him a dangerous game.

8. The Devil’s Gambler - Husk pushed his luck one too many times, staking his empire on a high-risk bet and losing everything. He’s bitter about his downfall but still plays the game, hoping for a shot at redemption—or revenge.

9. Silent Storm - While Husk is usually calm and collected, when he does lose his temper, it’s catastrophic—storms of flaming playing cards, shards of glass, and bursts of chaotic energy tear through his surroundings.

10. Old Money, Older Problems - Husk’s Overlord reign wasn’t built on brute force but through manipulation, debt, and corruption. He’s been around so long that he’s entangled in multiple feuds and alliances, making him a political nightmare to deal with.

11. Immortal Gambler - Husk’s downfall came not from losing power but from his addiction to risk. He pushed his luck one too many times and fell, but he still carries the pride (and bitterness) of a fallen king.

12. Grudges Like Chains - Husk remembers every deal, every slight, and every betrayal. He’s not above rigging fate itself to get revenge—even if it takes centuries.

13. Broken Ace - Beneath the swagger and smirks, Husk hides the fear of being powerless again. He keeps up the gambler’s mask to avoid showing just how much he still craves the control he lost.

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NSFW

1. Power Play Enthusiast - Husk enjoys being in control and thrives on dominance, but he also gets a thrill from teasing and toying with someone who tries to challenge him. He loves watching people squirm under his gaze, unsure whether they’re terrified or turned on—or both.

2. Seduction as Strategy - Husk views intimacy as another form of gambling, a high-stakes game where he always plays to win. He’s not above using seduction to get what he wants, leaving his partners craving more while he keeps the upper hand.

3. Whiskey on the Lips - Husk tastes like smoke and whiskey, and he knows it. He leans into the rough, addictive flavor, leaving his partners chasing after the burn he leaves behind.

4. Rough but Precise - Despite his sharp claws and rough demeanor, Husk is surprisingly careful when things heat up. He’s skilled at keeping just the right balance between pleasure and pain, knowing exactly how far to push without going too far—unless, of course, his partner begs for it.

5. Gambler’s Edge - Husk loves making bets in the bedroom, often turning intimate moments into challenges or dares. Lose a round? Better be ready to pay up—and Husk always collects his winnings.

6. Voice Like Velvet - Husk’s deep, gravelly voice drops lower when things get intimate, making every word feel like a sinful promise. He knows how to use his voice to drive someone crazy, whether he’s whispering dirty talk or purring taunts in their ear.

7. Claw Marks and Bite Marks - Husk isn’t shy about leaving his mark. His claws and fangs often make an appearance, especially if someone challenges his dominance. He treats scratches and bites as signatures, branding his partners like trophies.

8. Slow Burn Specialist - Husk has a sadistic streak when it comes to pacing. He takes his time, teasing and building up tension until his partner is begging—only to pull back at the last second and make them work for it.

9. Heat of the Moment - While he’s usually calculated and controlled, Husk’s temper can lead to heated, impulsive encounters where passion and frustration blur together. These moments are raw, messy, and unforgettable.

10. High-Roller Habits - Husk has expensive tastes, and it shows even in the bedroom. Silk sheets, velvet furniture, and gold-accented décor make up his space, adding an air of luxury to every encounter.

11. Weak for Praise - Despite his dominant streak, Husk secretly melts under genuine praise and affection—though he’d never admit it. Compliments about his skills or appearance hit harder than they should, leaving him momentarily vulnerable.

12. Intimacy and Addictions - Husk struggles to separate genuine connection from his vices. For him, physical intimacy can be just another escape, but there’s always the fear that someone might get too close and see the cracks in his armor.

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Let me know if any of you want more of my Husk Headcanons!! (Sfw or nsfw)

[lkfarrout]

Routine (family fic)

No ships/romance, just angst.

Summary: something I thought was likely to happen in the week it took Stan to get his memory back

Warnings: light angst, minimal swearing

For Stan Pines, it was the same routine every morning for the last twenty-or-so years: shower, suit, fez, lights, open sign, merchandise, cash register, don't forget to smile, no refunds, etc, etc. But before all of that, somewhere in the haze between the first sip of coffee and the hot water on his face, he always found himself in the basement. There wasn't a real reason for it. It wasn't like he could make much progress that early in the day, but he always went down anyway. Maybe it was just to make sure it was still there. That his twin was still gone. That he hadn't woken from what was simply a horrible nightmare.

On this particular morning, Stan wasn't even sure what day it was, but it didn't matter. The warm summer air told him the shack would be busy and he didn't have any time to waste.

His head hurt like a bitch. Like a bad hangover. He trudged down the hallway in his slippers, stepping over boards and other debris. Must have been a party last night. Gotta tell Soos to clean this up.

The smell of cheap instant coffee filled the kitchen, and Stan squinted at the fridge door. There was a drawing of him magnet-ed to it, and not a great one. Like a kid drew it. Covered in glitter and stickers. "Our Hero," it said. Huh, probably someone's idea of a joke.

The sun was barely peaking over the horizon, bathing the giftshop in soft orange light. Beep, beep, beep. He had learned years ago to put the wrong combination in sometimes, to keep the buttons from wearing unevenly and giving away the real combination. Beep, beep, beep.

"Stanley?"

His mug fell from his grip and shattered on the floor. Coffee seeped into the floorboards and under the vending machine. That name. Stan didn't dare move.

A large hand grabbed his shoulder. "Where are you going?"

With the corner of his eyes, Stan counted the fingers.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

One two three four five six.

Onetwothreefourfivesix.

With a deep inhale and one swift motion, Stan flipped around and grasped the face of the man behind him desperately with both hands.

He whispered, "Standford?"

His brother returned the gesture, playfully grabbing Stan's face and chuckling, "Yes, it's me, Stan."

Stanley choked on his words, he couldn't even think straight.

"How- how did you get here? I never, I- I couldn't fix it." His eyes began to fill with tears and he held on tighter to Stanford's face.

Ford pulled him into a tight hug, which was eagerly reciprocated.

"You did fix it, Stan," he reassured his brother, "You brought me back, you just forgot."

Stan pulled back and looked at Ford, confused.

Ford continued, "You were doing so well last night, I don't know what happened."

"But... I couldn't even find the other journals," Stan insisted.

Ford nodded, "I know, Dipper found them, remember?"

"...Dipper? Ain't that the name of Shermie's grandbaby? I think I was at the birth. How long ago was that?"

"Yes, the twins, Dipper and Mabel." Standford's tone was soft and reassuring, "They live here, they're up in the attic right now."

Stan groaned and rubbed his eyes, "Darn kids, they keep breakin' that window up there."

"Yes!" Ford exclaimed and grabbed Stan by the shoulders excitedly, "They keep breaking the window!"

Stan looked at his twin like he was crazy. "What, are you rootin' for em or something? You're the one that gave her the crossbow." He rolled his eyes, annoyed.

Stanford laughed, "I sure did." He embraced Stan in a hug once again.

"How's your headache today?" he asked.

"Still bad," Stan replied. He looked down at the wet floor and laughed, "I could use another coffee."

[kaijuposting]

Jaegers of Pacific Rim: What do we know about them?

There's actually a fair amount of lore about Pacific Rim's jaegers, though most of it isn't actually in the movie itself. A lot of it has been scattered in places like Pacific Rim: Man, Machines, & Monsters, Tales From Year Zero, Travis Beacham's blog, and the Pacific Rim novelization.

Note that I will not be including information from either Pacific Rim: Uprising or Pacific Rim: The Black. Uprising didn't really add anything, and The Black's take on jaegers can easily be summed up as "simplified the concept to make a cartoon for children."

So what is there to know about jaegers, besides the fact that they're piloted by two people with their brains connected via computer?

Here's a fun fact: underneath the hull (which may or may not be pure iron), jaegers have "muscle strands" and liquid data transfer technology. Tendo Choi refers to them in the film when describing Lady Danger's repairs and upgrades:

Solid iron hull, no alloys. Forty engine blocks per muscle strand. Hyper-torque driver for every limb and a new fluid synapse system.

The novelization by Alex Irvine makes frequent references to this liquid data transfer tech. For example:

The Jaeger’s joints squealed and began to freeze up from loss of lubricant through the holes Knifehead had torn in it. Its liquid-circuit neural architecture was misfiring like crazy. (Page 29.)

He had enough fiber-optic and fluid-core cabling to get the bandwidth he needed. (Page 94.)

Newt soldered together a series of leads using the copper contact pins and short fluid-core cables. (Page 96.)

Unfortunately I haven't found anything more about the "muscle strands" and what they might be made of, but I do find it interesting that jaegers apparently have some sort of artificial muscle system going on, especially considering Newt's personnel dossier in the novel mentioned him pioneering research in artificial tissue replication at MIT.

The novelization also mentions that the pilots' drivesuits have a kind of recording device for their experiences while drifting:

This armored outer layer included a Drift recorder that automatically preserved sensory impressions. (Page 16.)

It was connected through a silver half-torus that looked like a travel pillow but was in fact a four-dimensional quantum recorder that would provide a full record of the Drift. (Page 96.)

This is certainly... quite the concept. Perhaps the PPDC has legitimate reasons for looking through the memories and feelings of their pilots, but let's not pretend this doesn't enable horrific levels of privacy invasion.

I must note, though, I haven't seen mention of a recording system anywhere outside of the novel. Travis Beacham doesn't mention it on his blog, and it never comes up in either Tales From Year Zero or Tales From The Drift, both written by him. Whether there just wasn't any occasion to mention it or whether this piece of worldbuilding fell by the wayside in Beacham's mind is currently impossible to determine.

Speaking of the drivesuits, let's talk about those more. The novelization includes a few paragraphs outlining how the pilots' drivesuits work. It's a two-layer deal:

The first layer, the circuity suit, was like a wetsuit threaded with a mesh of synaptic processors. The pattern of processor relays looked like circuitry on the outside of the suit, gleaming gold against its smooth black polymer material. These artificial synapses transmitted commands to the Jaeger’s motor systems as fast as the pilot’s brain could generate them, with lag times close to zero. The synaptic processor array also transmitted pain signals to the pilots when their Jaeger was damaged.

...

The second layer was a sealed polycarbonate shell with full life support and magnetic interfaces at spine, feet, and all major limb joints. It relayed neural signals both incoming and outgoing. This armored outer layer included a Drift recorder that automatically preserved sensory impressions.

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The outer armored layer of the drivesuit also kept pilots locked into the Conn-Pod’s Pilot Motion Rig, a command platform with geared locks for the Rangers’ boots, cabled extensors that attached to each suit gauntlet, and a full-spectrum neural transference plate, called the feedback cradle, that locked from the Motion Rig to the spine of each Ranger’s suit. At the front of the motion rig stood a command console, but most of a Ranger’s commands were issued either by voice or through interaction with the holographic heads-up display projected into the space in front of the pilots’ faces. (Page 16.)

Now let's talk about the pons system. According to the novelization:

The basics of the Pons were simple. You needed an interface on each end, so neuro signals from the two brains could reach the central bridge. You needed a processor capable of organizing and merging the two sets of signals. You needed an output so the data generated by the Drift could be recorded, monitored, and analyzed. That was it. (Page 96.)

This is pretty consistent with other depictions of the drift, recording device aside. (Again, the 4D quantum recorder never comes up anywhere outside of the novel.)

The development of the pons system as we know it is depicted in Tales From Year Zero, which goes into further detail on what happened after Trespasser's attack on San Francisco. In this comic, a jaeger can be difficult to move if improbably calibrated. Stacker Pentecost testing out a single arm describes the experience as feeling like his hand is stuck in wet concrete; Doctor Caitlin Lightcap explains that it's resistance from the datastream because the interface isn't calibrated to Pentecost's neural profile. (I'm guessing that this is the kind of calibration the film refers to when Tendo Choi calls out Lady Danger's left and right hemispheres being calibrated.)

According to Travis Beacham's blog, solo piloting a jaeger for a short time is possible, though highly risky. While it won't cause lasting damage if the pilot survives the encounter, the neural overload that accumulates the longer a pilot goes on can be deadly. In this post he says:

It won't kill you right away. May take five minutes. May take twenty. No telling. But it gets more difficult the longer you try. And at some point it catches up with you. You won't last a whole fight start-to-finish. Stacker and Raleigh managed to get it done and unplug before hitting that wall.

In this post he says:

It starts off fine, but it's a steep curve from fine to dead. Most people can last five minutes. Far fewer can last thirty. Nobody can last a whole fight.

Next, let's talk about the size and weight of jaegers. Pacific Rim: Man, Machines, & Monsters lists off the sizes and weights of various jaegers. The heights of the jaegers it lists (which, to be clear, are not all of them) range from 224 feet to 280 feet. Their weights range from 1850 tons to 7890 tons. Worth noting, the heaviest jaegers (Romeo Blue and Horizon Brave) were among the Mark-1s, and it seems that these heavy builds didn't last long given that another Mark-1, Coyote Tango, weighed 2312 tons.

And on the topic of jaeger specs, each jaeger in Pacific Rim: Man, Machines, & Monsters is listed with a (fictional) power core and operating system. For example, Crimson Typhoon is powered by the Midnight Orb 9 power core, and runs on the Tri-Sun Plasma Gate OS.

Where the novelization's combat asset dossiers covers the same jaegers, this information lines up - with the exception of Lady Danger. PR:MMM says that Lady Danger's OS is Blue Spark 4.1; the novelization's dossier says it's BLPK 4.1.

PR:MMM also seems to have an incomplete list of the jaegers' armaments; for example, it lists the I-22 Plasmacaster under Weaponry, and "jet kick" under Power Moves. Meanwhile, the novelization presents its armaments thus:

I-22 Plasmacaster Twin Fist gripping claws, left arm only Enhanced balance systems and leg-integral Thrust Kickers Enhanced combat-strike armature on all limbs

The novel's dossiers list between 2-4 features in the jaegers' armaments sections.

Now let's move on to jaeger power cores. As many of you probably already know, Mark-1-3 jaegers were outfitted with nuclear power cores. However, this posed a risk of cancer for pilots, especially during the early days. To combat this, pilots were given the (fictional) anti-radiation drug, Metharocin. (We see Stacker Pentecost take Metharocin in the film.)

The Mark-4s and beyond were fitted with alternative fuel sources, although their exact nature isn't always clear. Striker Eureka's XIG supercell chamber implies some sort of giant cell batteries, but it's a little harder to guess what Crimson Typhoon's Midnight Orb 9 might be, aside from round.

Back on the topic of nuclear cores, though, the novelization contains a little paragraph about the inventor of Lady Danger's power core, which I found entertaining:

The old nuclear vortex turbine lifted away from the reactor housing. The reactor itself was a proprietary design, brainchild of an engineer who left Westinghouse when they wouldn’t let him use his lab to explore portable nuclear miniaturization tech. He’d landed with one of the contractors the PPDC brought in at its founding, and his small reactors powered many of the first three generations of Jaegers. (Page 182.)

Like... I have literally just met this character, and I love him. I want him to meet Newt Geiszler, you know? >:3

Apparently, escape pods were a new feature to Mark-3 jaegers. Text in the novelization says, "New to the Mark III is an automated escape-pod system capable of ejecting each Ranger individually." (Page 240.)

Finally, jaegers were always meant to be more than just machines. Their designs and movements were meant to convey personality and character. Pacific Rim: Man, Machines, & Monsters says:

Del Toro insisted the Jaegers be characters in and of themselves, not simply giant versions of their pilots. Del Toro told his designers, "It should be as painful for you to see a Jaeger get injured as it is for you to see the pilot [get hurt.]" (Page 56.)

Their weathered skins are inspired by combat-worn vehicles from the Iraq War and World War II battleships and bombers. They look believable and their design echoes human anatomy, but only to a point. "At the end of the day, what you want is for them to look cool," says Francisco Ruiz Velasco. "It's a summer movie, so you want to see some eye candy." Del Toro replies, "I, however, believe in 'eye protein,' which is high-end design with a high narrative content." (Page 57.)

THE JAEGER FROM DOWN UNDER is the only Mark 5, the most modern and best all-around athlete of the Jaegers. He's also the most brutal of the Jaeger force. Del Toro calls him "sort of brawler, like a bar fighter." (Page 64.)

And that is about all the info I could scrounge up and summarize in a post. I think there's a lot of interesting stuff here - like, I feel that the liquid circuit and muscle tissue stuff gives jaegers an eerily organic quality that could be played for some pretty interesting angles. And I also find it interesting that jaegers were meant to embody their own sort of character and personality, rather than just being simple combat machines or extensions of their pilots - it's a great example of a piece of media choosing thematic correctness over technical correctness, which when you get right down to it, is sort of what Pacific Rim is really all about.

[cephalonserotonin]

Devstream 180 Notes

This is a long one, folks.

brought to you by creative lead Rebb Executive Producer Dick Wolf

New dojo contest to kick off a transition to cross-save dojo world… see forum post

Pride Campaign 2024

is active now until the end of June! a new glyph, display, and wings in lovely rainbows!

Jade Shadows update coming June 18!

features a new cinematic quest: Jade Shadows. It picks up after The New War (so it's got TNW as a prerequisite) where the storyline of the Stalker left off. Rebb and the crew request that folks not spoil the quest for others after playing it. Use spoiler tags if possible! Quest runtime ~ 25 min There's a teaser for the story quest, featuring the Stalker hanging upside down like a bat:

New Warframe: Jade!

Pablo describes her as a support frame. Her passive is two aura mod slots which is kind of crazy ngl

Her kit briefly summarized:

1: throws a little mote with an AOE effect of healing for allies and increasing damage taken to enemies

2: cycle through various squad buffs. The UI art for these is really gorgeous

3: a debuff: enemies in her sight are slowed and lose armor. You also revive any dead allies in your vision.

4: floating and a zappy exalted weapon. It's kind of like Hildryn's four but basically better in every way because you can actually set off large amounts of damage and fly higher and faster. The exalted weapon has synergy with her 1 and 2.

As Pablo mentioned, Jade's abilities provide a lot of combo potential, good for any "min maxers" in the audience.

Jade's three signature weapons: the Cantare throwing knives, the Harmony scythe, and the Evensong bow (a variant on the Dread).

The Ascension game mode: "what if Warframe but up?"

Non-endless There's a giant elevator you have to feed with energy. The team's video crashed so Rebb gave what I'd call an excited 12 year old's description of the game mode instead which I loved:

There's this giant elevator that needs energy to go up. So you have to keep feeding it ionic charges so you rise out of the depths. And as you're feeding, the Corpus are there! *excitable machine gun noises* And then you're like, oh god! And then you have to, like, jump around-- but if you fall out of the elevator, you better hope you're good at parkour, and that you can read the level to get back up! and back up! and back up! And then: you have to make it to the top. But that's not all. Once you get to the top of the elevator, you gotta escape. You gotta make a run for it before the Corpus hold you back! Aahhh! Aah! Ah! …and that's Ascension. :)

Once we finally watch the video preview of the game mode later I think it looks fun. The level looks really neat; I love the graphics of the inside of the elevator. There's a new Jade Light eximus enemy here but I can't really tell any details about it quite yet.

ORDIS IN LARUNDA RELAY!

He's hosting the clan operation Belly of the Beast (featuring above Ascension game mode). In his shop is the Asteria ephemera, which evolves with community participation. Also some arcanes… and a beautiful skin for the Hate.

"If you're a hater, this is for you." Hilariously the arcanes are capped at 42 each because apparently in Gargoyle's Cry certain players went crazy burning themselves out to stock up on arcanes, and the team is trying to prevent that (and players blaming them for their own bad choices, as always). Two full sets each is more than enough, frankly.

Status Rework!

Blast now does a secondary detonation, or if hitting 10 blast procs, creates an AOE explosion. This is exactly what I have been wanting for ages so I, personally, am thrilled.

Magnetic now scales with overguard and shields the same way, and also does a secondary punch of damage (and an electric proc!) once the shield is broken.

Cold should freeze enemies more often now… and came with a free Frost rework! Now Frost's abilities give proper cold procs, thus freezing enemies, which is now standardized across his abilities. His 1 has been buffed and his 3 snowglobe has been modified (to allow shooting from in to out but not out to in). He has a new passive: his armor scales with the number of cold procs enemies have (like the defensive version of Ember).

There's a lot of testing going on right now on the interaction between ragdolling and freezing enemies.

There's a change to damage vulnerability mechanics which I didn't quite follow; seems to be mostly a simplification of the system.

Armor damage attenuation scaling, as mentioned in the last devstream, now has a cap, meaning corrosive procs should be more effective.

Yareli Deluxe

...looks like eldritch coral?

Next round of TennoGen

…finally comes with a Lavos skin, which is plague doctor themed.

Some augments (Protea's is probably OP), decrees (list shown below is incomplete), and arcanes

UI improvements!

In the upgrade screen: duplicate mod config button, indicator for substats, increased mod polarity

Augment list viewer in the abilities screen

Community customization table where you can copy others' fashions. Great news for gamers too unoriginal to make their own fashions, I guess. Coming at first for just Excalibur, Mag, Volt, and Jade.

Quick Access (fast travel wheel) for more areas like the dormizone.

UI autoscaling with resolution (to prevent tiny UI bars for people with huge resolutions), also coming with ability to scale the UI back down.

"Donut numbers" for damage view that do not cover the enemy you are shooting (old way can still be switched back to, called "cloud.")

Awakening quest has a lil fashion preview now!

Loadout hot swaps conveniently directly from the starchart!

QOL!

Cap on adversaries (liches and sisters) at 150. For the sake of database health. The programmer in me is mildly concerned that there was no limit before this.

Semi auto becoming full auto (see last devstream for more detailed description).

Automatic selection of last relic during endless relic cracks.

Streamlining necramech acquisition.

Unifying melee finishers and mercy kills (both with mechanics and appearance).

The return of Heirloom skins: starting with community art this time

First major change (from last year's disastrous heirloom launch) is the heirloom collections will now be released one warframe at a time.

Ember Heirloom is also a purchased fanartist concept!

Two paths to acquire it: a temporary paid path (for money, comes with some plat) and a plat path that will be available until next heirloom launch (and you can purchase the cosmetics individually!)

This is much better than last year's Heirloom launch, which, as aforementioned, caused a lot of community strife.

molten booty

And finally, the TennoCon 2024 schedule:

[spinbitchzu]

Brewing an au where ronin and Cyrus went to the same robotics school when they were younger for uni. Cyrus is this big shot from a super elite stem magnet school and everyone knows hes a genius and he’ll do amazing things. Meanwhile Ronin is trailer trash from shithole, nowhere but also known for being this crazy raw talent who can build anything from scraps. And they’re not enemies or anything, but everyone always compares them, so they’re just generally aware of each other. Ronin has kind of already made up his mind not to like Cyrus because he’s a prep school rich boy, and Cyrus (who's kind of a bossy shit bc hes 18 and a dweeb with an ego) just gets frustrated when Ronin doesn’t follow rules as he understands them.

But sometimes they get paired on projects and that’s complicated because what happens when a guy you’ve already decided is your nemesis makes you laugh and brings you a jasmine tea from the vending machine when you guys work on said project bc you mentioned liking them. So now you’re frenemies? Rivals? something else?

Other stuff ;

Cyrus is highly respected by his classmates, but ronin's better liked

at some point ronin ends up dropping out at some point due to losing his scholarships for being a fuck-up and doing some stupid illegal shit

after that they both miss having someone actually on their level to discuss and bounce ideas off of, but the last time they spoke they fought and both are too proud to reach out for like years

ties with a future timeline in their late thirties where they’re fwbs [terrible idea guys btw]

idk man I just love untouched history festering in the cracks of a relationship they’re both desperately trying to keep no strings attached. As if that was ever going to work

Here’s some concept art to be refined later btw

[bitterfishiesstuff]

SergeantGoggles here. You know what I came for. 😏

🎲 + Huntech

Aye aye cap'in!

39. A tentative kiss (spoilers for season 3, not canon compliant)

Hunter had hoped it wasn't Tech under that helmet. Every fiber of his being prayed as he saw little things that were similar, but not quite right. He should have know he was seeing things. A grieving mind graphing at straws to make connection where there were none.

From one there was suddenly five. Echo, Wrecker, and the regs all fighting chances of Tech. Glimpses of a sick hope that maybe- maybe Tech was one of CX's. Shadows that all had a dull glimmer of something.

A glimmer of nothing.

Each a reg. At first Hunter was disappointed, but quickly he felt sickened by his own greed. Tech didn't deserve that. No one deserved what they went through, but especially Tech. His Ace, his second in command... His husband.

Their war was over now. Omega was safe, as were the boys and the other kids Omega had found on Tantis. She'd even gone with Echo to drop the last of the little commanders off. Something Hunter hasn't wanted, but Crosshair had pointed out she was going with Echo. Either absolutely nothing would happen because he was a stickler for regulations,unless it didn't suit him of course, or they'd obliterate whatever stopped them with their combine bantha shit crazy.

He was right of course. Omega was almost home and she had commed to tell them she had found a suprise. Of course she did. Hunter just hoped it wasn't another hound. Batcher had taken to Crosshair, and it ate like Wrecker.

He wasn't sure he could handle another mouth to feed, especially if it took to Crosshair. The man spoiled Batcher rotten when he could.

He felt the thrum of the engines before anyone. The electro magnetic pulse hitting the atmosphere sent a shiver down his spine. It was a familar feeling, one that meant safety. Family had returned home again.

He feared the day it wouldn't return and they'd said their last good bye to Echo, or the other regs that came around with him.

Today wasn't that day though. The sun shown brightly as Echos ship landed on the small pad. Not Omega driving, she'd have swooped in like Tech and sent leaves flying off the old tree in the public square. Hunter waited in front of the ramp. Not to close, but it didn't matter. Omega would run out to him and Echo would follow in a bit.

The ramp hissed and he smiled, waiting for whatever treasure or curse she'd dragged home this time.

But no one came out. He frowned and took a step forward. What had she found that it was taking longer to greet him? Suddenly he had flash backs to the baby rancor, but no. Echo would *not* have let one of those on board.

Omega's foot steps slowly carried out of the ship, along with the sound of gears and wheels. Truly curious he stepped closer to try and hear her voice.

"I think you should tell him first Omega. I do not wish to startle him-"

He knew that voice. He KNEW that voice like the beat of his own heart, the curve of his vibroblade, the pulse of the havoc.

Hunter ran. He didn't care who was watching or the fact he scared a couple walking near by. He flew up the ramp almost running into a sheepish Omega and-

Tech.

The specialist looked up at him. To most he'd look slightly off balance, but not to Hunter. Concern was foremost, as was worry. There was nervousness, which Hunter could understand. Tech had one eye replaced with a machine, as was an arm. Both legs seemed intact, but he was in a mobility chair.

It didn't matter. Tech was alive and staring at him like he was the ghost.

"Hunter..."

Two steps and Hunter falls to his knees infront of him.

"Tech. Tech I-"

His Ace raise an eyebrow and holds out a hand to him. "That will hurt in a rotation."

Hunter laughs, eyes watering as his other half takes his shaking hand and gives him the stable ground he'd been searching for ever since Tech executed plan 99.

"I'll live." Hunter winces as the words slip out. Tech almost didn't. Tech hadn't. There was no way, but here he was.

Time crawled as Tech bent over stiffly, stopping only a hair breath short of parted lips. They both froze, uncertain if the other would close the gap. Tech pulls back a fraction and Hunter moves forward, still not daring to complete the kiss. As if kissing him would wash him away.

They meet for an instant, both moving as if they'll be stung. Tech reunits them. Kissing Hunter timidly, before parting again.

"We both will."

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Jude doesn’t tell me about the email until we’re back in Dublin, and I don’t ask because there are other things to think about. Such as the gaping holes left in the shelves of the apartment now that Claire has taken all of her things away or the letter waiting from NCAD detailing my timetable for my first week back in September. How is September three weeks away already? I toss the envelope onto the kitchen table and sigh as I unfold the letter. 

“Ugh, the thought of going back is so weird,” I say, “You know, like the idea of not being in Mezzotint anymore, of being back to regular classes again, cycling back to Thomas Street every morning. It feels like the kind of thing I did in a different life.”

Jude opens the fridge and takes out one of Claire’s abandoned peach yoghurts, and I eye him sharply as he does it, in two minds whether I should warn him to stay away from her things, which is nonsensical as it’s yoghurt and it expires on the 30th and she won’t be coming back from Sydney to get it anytime soon. “Is Mezzotint an option long-term?” He wonders, and I ask him what he means, “Like, if you wanted to stay on and work for them longer, do you think they’d let that happen?”

“I can’t do that,” I grab a magnet and stick the timetable to the fridge door, “I have to finish college now, it’s the only way I’ll ever get a degree.”

“You can’t drop out?” He says casually.

“No, because of financial aid. They won’t ever fund my education again and I’ll never be able to afford a degree on my own.”

“Woah,” He says, “I didn’t know that. So this is your only shot.”

“Exactly. No pressure, like.”

“Lucky you picked something you like.”

“Yeah and I do like illustration, I think I’m good at it, but, ugh, NCAD, sometimes I just…”

“Judging by the way everyone goes crazy for your work, I’d say you’re more than good at it. I think your murals are the best ones I’ve seen.”

I feel self-conscious, “you’re saying that because you think you have to.”

“Never.”

I start unzipping my weekend bag so I can put some of my dirty clothes into the washing machine. I find my dew soaked shoes to and put them on the windowsill to dry. 

“I’m serious,” Jude is saying as he follows me around the room, “You could really do something with those skills, that’s why I was asking about Mezzotint, I just think that if you wanted to you could make a career out of designing in the way that you’re designing now. Windows, murals, that kind of thing.”

“Yeah, maybe someday.”

“Why does it have to be someday?”

“Because I… That’s just something I’ll do in the future, I don’t know.”

“Evie, you’re so good, I swear you could do it right now.”

I sigh and toss a detergent pod into the drum, “Did you hear that bit I said about having to finish college?”

“I know,” he chews on his lip thoughtfully, “I know, you said that. I understand.”

“Why? What would you do if you were me?”

“I couldn’t say, our situations are different, so,”

“Yeah but if you were in my exact situation. Would you drop out of college and pursue illustration without a degree?”

He shrugs, “I might.”

I scoff, “Okay well, that’s not going to happen, so.”

“I know, I was just saying that if I was literally you, I might make a decision like that. I’m not saying you should, I get what you’re talking about with the financial aid and all of that I…” he breaks off and I look over my shoulder to find a troubled expression on his face. I feel tension leave my shoulders and compassion take a hold of my heart. 

“Is it the long distance?” I ask him, “Are you worried about how we’re going to do it?”

He scratches the back of his head and looks at the floor, “I dunno, I suppose honestly it freaks me out a bit.”

“Yeah, that’s okay,” I abandon the laundry and cross the room to hold his face in my hands, “it freaks me out too, but look, it won’t be that long, and by the time you get a job in London and actually manage to move over there it could be a couple more weeks or months, and really, by then I’ll only have maybe, six months left in NCAD, and there’ll be weeks during the midterm breaks when I can come and visit you, and really, it won’t be bad.”

“Yeah,” He says, still staring at the rug.

“We did a month apart when you were in Berlin,” I remind him, “and it was hard, but it was also fun, because we got to talk every night on the phone, and send texts and photos, and I learned all about the art of tasteful nudes and got to experience your colourful language detailing all the things you wish you were doing with me, and I think that if we can manage that then we can totally manage this.”

“They were very tasteful nudes,” he concedes, and I laugh at the miserable way he decided to say this. I capture his chin between my thumb and forefinger so that I can tilt his face to mine. “Stop moping, there’s no need to get into a mood over something like this, you know, we’re strong people and we can-’

“One of the movie studios in LA emailed me last night,” He says. 

“Yeah, I remember,” I leave a long pause for him to fill, and when he doesn’t I ask him, “What did they say?”

“They liked my portfolio.”

“Was their advice any good?”

“They didn’t have any, they, uh,” a long pause, “have an internship programme, actually.”

My stomach plummets to the floor. “Do they, yeah?”

“Yeah they told me that they’d like for me to come out to LA and work with them.”

“Oh,” My voice sounds a bit strangled, “so they really liked your work.”

“Guess so.”

“That’s really nice, wow. Nice to hear,” I shrug “…but it’s an internship.”

“Right.”

“So… not paid.”

“I imagine not.”

“So that just doesn’t make sense then,” I turn around and start fiddling with the dials on the washing machine. “Like they can’t really expect you to do that, can they? Like, to work somewhere like that without giving you any money for it, a bit ridiculous, isn’t it?”

He says nothing.

“They can’t really compete with the kind of money you’d be getting in London at all, can they? I mean think about that. Fifty, sixty thousand pounds a year versus nothing. They can’t expect anyone to be interested in something like that, especially, you know, because to live somewhere like LA would be crazy expensive as I can imagine. Wow, what a ridiculous offer.”

“Evie, I don’t have a job in London yet, it doesn’t make a lot of sense to start talking like I do.”

“Yeah, yet,” for some reason I grab the hoover and start vacuuming up crumbs from the ground beneath the oven, “But you will, that place you were waiting on, they’ll get back to you soon.”

“Yeah, maybe they will, but…” he pauses again and I feel a flash of annoyance that takes me by surprise, “But what, like?”

“What if I felt like the internship was too good to pass up? What if I didn’t want to take the risk of waiting for The Brits to hire me and I just considered another opportunity?”

“The other opportunity is really just not realistic,” I argue, “It makes no sense. It’s so far away from here and it won’t even pay you.”

“Yeah but I think it’s more exciting.”

I shake my head. 

“I know that you’re being practical Evie, but there are ways to make this workable.”

“I can’t believe you’re saying this.”

When I turn to him again Jude’s face looks a little wild, and I know immediately what that expression is. Passion. Excitement. Ridiculousness. Whatever is firing off in his brain is the same thing that drove him to cycle his bike like a maniac, crash a wedding party, kiss girls he should never have kissed. “Listen,” He says, “I really think this could be amazing, and I think it could work out, and we can still have everything we want and there’ll never be any compromises.”

“How? I’m going back to college and-”

“You weren’t excited to go,” he blurts out, “You saw that letter on the floor and you were upset to see it there. You don’t seem like you want to go back to NCAD, not really.”

“I-” I break off, “Well-”

“I know how you feel about that place, I know the bad memories it has for you, and you don’t need to go back, I swear, you can just be an illustrator, that’s the beauty of being an artist, you don’t need a degree to be one, and look, if you don’t go back to college then you could come to LA with me and see if we like it, and if not we’ll try somewhere else. You wouldn’t have to live in Dublin, you wouldn’t have to find a new housemate for this apartment.”

“The money, Jude.”

“Who cares about the money?”

“I feel like I’m going insane listening to you. I can’t just up and leave and move to America.” I turn away to scrub the kitchen sink and he moves to lean against a counter and wedge himself back into my eyeline. 

“Well, you objectively can, so.”

“Jude…”

He’s grinning now, “You think I’m crazy.”

“No, I think you’re passionate.”

“So are you.”

“Please…”

“C’mon, don’t be upset, it’s just an idea,” He gently pulls me away from the sink and turns me to face him, and only when he’s holding me by the wrists do I realise I’ve begun trembling. He kisses one palm and then the other, “What is it?”

“I just feel like… this is a lot of information all at once, and a lot of new ideas are being put forward here, I don’t know what to think about it, and I’m worried that if I don’t want to drop out of college then you’re going to go to America anyway.”

“No,” He says, “No, there’s no ultimatum, listen, I know I’m saying all of this stuff right now, but no matter what happens I’ll put us first. The last thing I’m going to do is leave you behind. If you don’t want to go to LA then I don’t want to go either.” I can’t bear to look at his face when he says that in case I can detect a lie in it. “Evie,” tilting my face, “I love you. I love you so much. I don’t want to be anywhere if you’re not going to be nearby, you know that. If you want to stay here and finish college then that’s what you should do, and I’ll be right here with you as you do it.”

“Alright,” and I kiss him, and keep kissing him, and he keeps kissing me back. “Can I have time to think about all of this?” I say when we come up for air, “You know, to really just get my head around it?”

“Yeah of course,” He says, “Whatever time you need.”

“Okay,” I wind my arms around his neck and kiss him even more as we forget about the whole conversation. 

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[rhapsodynew]

#Music and Musicians

Top 10 iconic singing drummers in the history of rock, striking with their skill.

Today I'm going to tell you about the guys who didn't just bang on the drums, but also sang in a way that rocked you. And you know, this is not a joke to you - try to beat a complex rhythm yourself and at the same time not lose the melody! It's like juggling burning torches and reciting poetry at the same time. But these virtuosos managed to do it with such ease, as if they were born with drumsticks in their hands and a microphone at their mouth. Well, are you ready to plunge into the world of rhythm and melody? Let's go!

Ringo Starr (The Beatles)

And now let's talk about our favorite Beatle, Ringo Starr. Oh, there were so many jokes about his game! And the guy, by the way, set the rhythm for an entire era. "With a Little Help from My Friends", "Octopus's Garden" - it's just some kind of holiday!

By the way, do you know the funny thing about Ringo? He's left-handed! But it plays on the usual right-hand installation. Can you imagine how he suffered at first? But now he has such a style that you can't confuse it with anyone.

Phil Collins (Genesis)

Let's start with Phil Collins. You know, this guy is a real jack of all trades! That's what I understand - talent!

Don Henley (Eagles)

And here's Don Henley, the voice of "Hotel California" how can you sing like that and still beat out such complex rhythms? Unsurprisingly, the Eagles have sold over 150 million albums.

Roger Taylor (Queen)

Now about Roger Taylor. This guy didn't just bang the drums at Queen, he also sang in a way that took your breath away. Have you heard his "I'm In Love With My Car"? He wrote it! And his parts in "Bohemian Rhapsody"? It's just fantastic!

Levon Helm (The Band)

Levon Helm... Oh, that voice! Listening to him, it feels like you're somewhere on the dusty road of the American South. His "The Weight" is just a time machine in the 60s! And all this without letting go of the drumsticks.

Here's my advice: find the album "The Band" from 1969. Turn it on, close your eyes, and you're already there-in Arkansas, among the cotton fields.

Peter Criss (Kiss)

Well, now let's talk about our "Cat Face" - Peter Criss! That's who really knew how to surprise. You know, usually this guy would hide behind his huge drum kit, but sometimes... bam! He would suddenly start singing, so much so that his jaw dropped. Take, for example, "Black Diamond". There, Peter not only beats out a rhythm that makes the floor shake, but also sings the chorus in his hoarse voice. And you know what? It turns out damn cool! And at concerts? Oh, he did wonders there. That's what I understand - talent in all fields.

Karen Carpenter (The Carpenters)

Karen Carpenter... That's a girl! The only one, by the way, on our list. You know, when I first heard her on the drums, I was very surprised. And when she sang, that's it, he was gone! Many professional musicians admired her talent as a drummer and vocalist.

Robert Wyatt (Soft Machine)

Listen, here's who I completely forgot about - Robert Wyatt from Soft Machine! Damn it, this dude is just something. One day I came across their album "Third", and there is such a song - "Moon in June". Oh my God, I almost fell off the stool! Imagine, Wyatt is not only playing the drums like crazy, but also sings the main vocals.

Dave Grohl (Nirvana, Foo Fighters)

Oh, guys, here comes our rock and roll multitouch - Dave Grohl! You know, I almost fell off my chair when I first saw this shaggy guy playing Nirvana drums, and then- bang! - and he's already the frontman of the Foo Fighters. But here's the funny thing: at concerts, sometimes it's like a magnet pulling him back to the drum kit. And then the real magic begins! You should have seen how he wields chopsticks and pulls his throat in "Sunday Rain" - just fire! Honestly, I don't even know if he's better at drums or his vocal cords.

And now let's take a look into the world of progressive metal with Brann Daylor from Mastodon. That's who the real drum virtuoso is! This guy manages not only to give out crazy rhythms, but also to sing at the same time in a way that takes your breath away.

Do you want to hear Brann in all his glory? Turn on "Oblivion" from the album "Crack the Skye". There he not only beats the most difficult rhythms, but also sings clean vocals, creating a stunning contrast with the growl of the main vocalist. And you know what? It just sounds cosmic!

[toonie-selfships]

Smiling cruise

@wulfums, started thinkin after a day of having no or negative thoughts, can finally type something out even if its not what i originally wanted, thought id tag you. so i been ponderin for a short minute and i was like "hm yes, put smiling friends on a cruise ship and write about what theyd get up to". simple ideas like that, youre more than welcome to reblog and add onto this what Lucky64 would be gettin up to

Lucky Charms & Gwimbly would be sharing a room obvi, probably one with a balcony because everything would be paid for by Charms, this is probably after the game ceo finally dies and Charms finally gets their proper earnings of music revenue.

Charms would be up early and awake late, so barely any sleep because they're excited. In the mornings they'd stand on the balcony to watch the sunrise, at night theyre probably on top deck watching the sun set and then probably dancing through the empty decks with their headphones on in the middle of the night to burn left over energy before returning to an already asleep Gwimbly.

Gwimbly would be the sleep late, wake up late type. and probably a bed hog. sometimes hes up earlier but thats a rarity. say this cruise is like 2 weeks or something, 4 out of those 12 days hes awake early.

They'd have a table alone but it'd always be close to Allan & Whatwulfs because they like to hang out and talk whenever they run into eachother. Gwimbly and Allan probably have quiet tension from the whole hose thing, Gwimbly never really forgave him for that. Maybe Charlie, Pim & Glep are also at that table, maybe not, that'd probably depend on you

Lucky carries their headphones and autism bag everywhere they go, especially to actives, they know how crowded and loud things can get sometimes and theyre always prepared. Gwimbly also always double checks to ensure they have their stuff, hes had to be the main escort out of a situation a few times when they first started dating because Charms forgot their stuff. He hates seeing them so distressed when they thought things would be fun and fine.

Charms is usually Gwimblys drink cut off, they dont really like seeing him incredibly drunk unless theyre both shitfaced and Charms cant cut either of them off, but that doesnt happen often, best Charms' gets is tipsy from a few cocktails.

Gwimbly spends alot of time in the arcade, usually at the little duck claw machine (every cruise ive been on had one and i love them) trying to win as many unique ducks for Charms before they can win them themselves, he knows they love random bullshit like that. however gwimbly is in no way a master at it like he claims.

On land days they try to stick with the main group and/or Allan & WW (im just gonna shorten it to ww for whatwulf sometimes or just wulf, lazy like that ✌️). Charms isnt great at directions in new locations and gets stressed easy when they dont know where to go, especially on a time limit.

the two of them collect as many postcards, magnets, keyrings and pins as they can. Lucky has a rather large collection and gwimbly wants to be apart of it.

Gwimbly has definitely fallen into the pools a few times. completely sober.

the two like to spend more time in the 18+ pool areas just to be away from the rowdy kids and parents.

Charms brought their laptop and stuff to still make music since they always love making music on down times. Gwimbly is slowly learning to draw, sure its akin to a 3 year olds but hes doing his best and Charms loves everything he draws no matter what, seeing their face genuinely light up fills him with the confidence to get better.

sometimes gwimbly gets a lil too handsy outside the room but not too much to warrent trouble, he just cant help it, he tries to hold onto charms as much as possible because hes terrified of losing them to homelessness again like the day he lost them after the games fell through.

Gwimbly & Charms participate in costume nights but if its somethin theyre not crazy into then theyre kinda half assing it.

Loathsome mozzy eaters (again all what i think would happen ur welcome to change and add things)

Allan probably sleeps early and wakes up early.

ww falls asleep real early and wakes up at the same time as allan to watch the sunrise together.

unintentionally got the balcony room next to lucky64, wave to eachother often. allan probably goes inside early if he hears them getting all googly at eachother or making out.

whenever theyre not in the dining rooms theyre either at the help yourself restaurant or the fancy pay to be at restaurant because allan wants to treat ww.

allan does all the shoretour talks while whatwulf does most of the friendly first interactions.

both probably get a lil tipsy but never overly drunk unlike everyone else (excluding glep and his wife).

allan got the cruise through work most likely.

whatwulf swims the most

both of them also use the 18+ pools to be away from kids #ChildFree.

allan has never seen Charms tic before and probably thinks theyre drunk or something at first before asking them about it, hes slowly learning to get used to it and pay no mind to any unintentional noises.

wulf understands Charms' tourettes well since theyre better friends than them and allan, sometimes he'll help explain them to others when Charms cant themselves.

they def kiss at sunset on leaving day & going home day.

allan seems like he'd enjoy trivia, much like Lucky Charms, they always swap answers with eachother at the end.

whatwulf HAS to see every performance, theyre too good not to see.

whatwulf probably doesnt get sea sick as easily as everyone else due to being an aquatic-ish critter.

whatwulf is also probably a connoisseur of rubber ducks, very appreciative of them when gifted by allan.

shore days the two try to find their own way around unless its really unfamiliar and they get a shoretour.

allan makes sure they both have any autism things they need, if somehow they forget something Charms always has something similar to offer. fidget toy? sorted. earplugs? cleaned daily with interchangeable silicone or the soft foam ones for someone elses keeping.

ww is ALWAYS prepped and goes all out for costume nights, hes always matching with allan to the T no matter what!

sometimes on quiet nights they'll slow dance on the lido deck when no one else is around.

what everyone else is doin (aka charlie, pim, glep + Marge and maybe mr boss + Jason)

literally NOBODY trusts pims with directions and shit, not after Brazil.

Charlie and pim get shitfaced on the regular.

charpim share a room more in the middle of the boat, they dont have a balcony.

100% from work tickets.

glep and marge have their own room on a different floor, opposite side of the boat, balcony.

all 4 of them share a table with mr boss and jason, sometimes allan and whatwulf. pim gets along with gwimbly and no one really talks to charms that much because only allan and whatwulf really know them. pim tries to talk with lucky sometimes though to get to know them. charlie silently questions their tics but never has the balls to ask.

mr boss puts jason in the kidsclubs even though hes 18, jason fuckin loves the kids clubs because who wouldnt? i fuckin loved kids clubs.

mr boss kinda scares lucky sometimes, his random outbursts of actions scare the crap out of them.

glep and marge sometimes get a table to themselves when they want a quiet moment.

charlie fuckin hates being dragged to every single activity by pim. "pim cant we just slow down and play mini golf or something man? my knees are killing me."

pim is always first awake out of everyone in the group, he swims the most too.

charlie rides the waterslides 50 times in a row whenever he can, though hes gotta take big ass breaks between them for his pace maker.