#Pen will take care of him!!!

[sirserpentine]

Angel slicked his hair back and spun into Pentious' arms, still holding his hand. It was a twisty, pretzel-like situation.

"Pfft, 'can ya foxtrot,' 'can ya waltz.' Of course I can!" He grinned. "You think just cause I'm a star I don't know the classics? I was BORN for this, baby! I–" In the middle of his sultry purr, Angel hesitated. Eyes dropped away from his friend's face. He wouldn't be able to live up to this little speech once they'd actually started. "I, I mean I used to... when I was alive, y'know. I haven't done it for... you know how it is, I usually just..."

His ruse unraveled so fast. He hugged his lower arms together, looking like he was about to cry or something— but he kept it together. He didn't want to make Pentious sad.

"What I'm tryin' to say is, is it okay if you show me how?" You can lead, too, he added silently. "I got people linin' up to dance with me, but it's not... like that. I don't remember."

I wanna remember.

He could remember. He could remember all of it, just not the dance, not the steps. He remembered sights, he remembered smells— huge Italian banquets with relatives he had never seen before, and would never see again. The food, like a hug from his grandmother. The music, like liquid gold. Bouquets of roses. Chocolate fountains. Gunfire.

His father, his brother, and his sister.

He remembered avoiding dancing as he grew, since it had ceased to be something he could do for enjoyment and had become instead what society viewed as a romantic gesture. He'd been forced to dance with girls.

He didn't want to dance with girls.

"Hah- there I go again, ruinin' the mood with my stupid stuff!" Angel laughed and rubbed his eye with the bottom of his hand. "You don't haveta if you don't wanna, Pen. It's late. We could do a parlor game or somethin' and then go t' bed."

The way Angel's smile dropped and how his arms flew around himself reminded Sir Pentious of the physical impact of a wayward grenade so much that for a moment he really wondered if the spider had hurt himself.

His words were quick to diminish that worry, but only partially. There was pain, for real, but not the kind you could see pushing and pulling at a body, but one that came from deep within. Certainly familiar for everyone who had left their original world behind. It was for Sir Pentious as well.

"...I know," he said simply, with the rare feeling of grandiose words being futile right now. "I know," he repeated, and his hand already raised up to wipe away a tear from the corner of Angel's eye, but switched lanes at the last moment to give a slight ruffle to the wild nest of his hair.

"Pish posh, you haven't ruined anything," Pentious said with a reassuring smile and a confident lilt in his voice. "Of course I'll show you how it is done, foxtrot is rather simple, really. Just follow my steps and you'll-"

But just the slightest glance down at their feet... well, Angel's feet made Pentious realise that it would be impossible. He didn't have any himself. He couldn't walk, never mind step. It was surprisingly easy to forget, especially at a moment like this. In his self-decorated study, with a classic piano playing in the background, he had forgotten that he wasn't a rather passable looking man anymore, the one whose shoes would click onto the ground and who'd run and walk and smile without fangs. Who wasn't such a vile-looking... creature.

Pentious stared at his tail for a moment and then looked back up at Angel, who by now must've realised their problem as well. Then, not able to stop himself, he let out a rather loud laugh.

"Oh my, well, I think I need to adjust my teaching angle a bit. Uhm...The pattern of the steps could go, slow, quick-quick and slow again..." He tried to move his tail in demonstration in a way that at least resembled foxtrot's common strut, but found it rather difficult, even though he had to go slowly for Angel's sake just as much as his own. After a moment, he pondered if there was an easier way to go about it, and grinned at Angel as an idea struck him.

"Hohoh, this is rather tricky! Let's try a move that requires no legs from me and no steps for you, ssshall we?"

He brought both of his hands down to Angel's waist, in between his arm pairs, and in one solid movement lifted his friend in the air and spun around quite fast. The confidence in his movement hinted that this might have not been the first time he had used surprise twirls to cheer up someone close to him. It was a method that usually guaranteed at least one delightful shriek of a giggle, if not a full-on smile. He really hoped that Angel would be no exception.

[s0fter-sin]

saw a tweet about mer!ghost being rescued from roba by price and placed in his rehab facility that soap lives in after a boat propeller injured his tail and now i’m obsessed with the idea that ghost thinks he's traded one hell for another and when he sees the beached shark mer with a human device strapped to his tail, it's all but confirmed for him

the pens they’re in are poorly designed; they’re huge, deep with glass walls but completely open to each other and it takes nothing to pull himself over the edge into the the other mer's cage. he swims over to the platform he’s trapped on and hushes what he thinks is panicked warnings and fearful pleading. he covers his mouth and begs him to stay quiet; ghost is bigger and as an injured mer, he has every right to fear he'd take his territory if not eat him outright but he can’t escape and leave this mer behind to endure his fate

he promises he won't hurt him, promises he'll find a way to free them both from this human prison

the mer quiets, eyes narrowing in such human confusion that it makes him ache; this mer has been here too long, to have adopted their mannerisms and abandoned any hope of freedom

ghost quickly checks their surroundings, ensuring none of their jailers heard the mer's noises. no one disturbs them and he pulls the mer off the platform into the water, diving under his tail to get a better look at the trap. the mer tries to pull away, tries to get him to stop; it must hurt something awful if even freedom isn't enough of a temptation to try removing it

ghost winds his own tail around him, immobilising the mer and uses his teeth to tear through the trap and his heart breaks to see how his poor tail has been mangled; more than half of it gone, deep scarring left in its wake

he releases the mer and jets back to the surface; he’s wasted too much time, they need to hurry before the humans return. but when he looks to coax the mer through an escape, he sees him sinking to the floor like a stone, writhing and moving his arms in an attempt to swim but nothing stops his fall

ghost ducks back down and takes the mer in his arms-

only to rear back when he claws him away, baring his fangs in a threat display even as he sinks back to the floor, unmoving

ghost circles him, confused why he won't let him help when he sees him start to suffocate. he's a shark mer; if he doesn't swim, he can't breathe

and with only half a tail, he can't swim at all

ghost tries again but the mer won’t let him close so he waits for his eyes to begin to flutter and charges in, grabbing the mer out of reach of his claws and fangs and drags him through the water; forcing precious oxygen into his gills

he swims in circles until the mer comes to, sluggishly clawing at his arms but he refuses to let go. he won't leave this mer behind, even if he has to carry him through the ocean for the rest of their lives

but they took too long

a human enters and sees ghost holding the injured mer and hits something that makes the walls screech, red flashing from the ceiling, and even more human come charging in. ghost clutches the injured mer to his chest and hisses, saliva flying from his bared fangs

he won't let them hurt him any more

he spins, trying to keep them all in his sight- when the shark mer's fin slaps him in the face. his arms slacken around him and he throws himself at one of the walls of the cage, gripping it to hold himself up

ghost stares at him, betrayed and enraged; they've broken this poor mer until he doesn't even know who his true allies are anymore

his tail thumps against the wall, instinctively trying to swim and support his weight and one of the humans drops to one knee. he throws an arm out, barking something and another human takes off running

he turns back to the injured mer, grabbing hold of his arm and ghost hisses again, rushing them both when the mer snarls at him to stop and he freezes. he watches the mer hold his arms up and the human clasps his forearms and stands, walking him along the border of his cage back to the platform he'd been beached on

but he chirps as the human tugs him up on it, curling up with the end of his tail just barely dipping in the water

like he's happy

the wailing and flashing lights abruptly stop and ghost fights the urge to shake the echoing ring from his ears. the other human returns and he doesn't fight the hiss when he sees another trap in his arms; the same one the mer had around his tail

ghost's hiss cuts off when he gets a face full of water and he splutters, looking back incredulously at the shark mer who'd just splashed him

he laughs at whatever look is on his face and rolls his eyes in another painfully human gesture. he reaches for the trap, fingers flexing like he's trying to pull it right out of the air and the human shakes his head as he hands it over

the mer lifts his tail onto the platform and ghost can't believe his eyes when he fits the trap onto himself; tightening every strap until the muscles of his tail bulge under the pressure. the mer slumps like he's relieved and shoots him a look; daring and almost playful and winks as he throws himself into the water

ghost lunges for him, waiting for him to sink again-

but he's not sinking

he's swimming

he twirls and spins around him like an overgrown dolphin, flaunting his strength and agility and the humans around them laugh and shake their heads at the display like they’re used to it and ghost realises it isn't a trap on his tail

it is his tail

the humans gave him a new tail

the mer flicks to a stop in front of him, now easily supporting his weight and gives him a full-fanged grin

"you're a little tangled up inside, huh, big boy?"

[ghostvibesonly]

the siren confusing penelope’s instrument with polites’s is NOT helping the odysseus/polites brainrot

[puppppppppy]

my stardew farmer ^_^ he doesnt have a green thumb for shit so he keeps animals and does mining

some tidbits i came up with while playing hehe

reclusive and doesnt really go out of his way to talk or visit people unless its an errand. but he also doesnt try to befriend others to get something out of it, so he has a very easygoing approach to making friends. on good terms with linus and sebastian since he runs into them most often.

if he respects or takes a liking to someone, he'll greet them with miss/mister (name). if you get close to him he starts using first name basis. if he doesn't like you, he'll refer to you by your title without using your name. only a few people have caught on to this.

the farm he inherited, Milky Way Farm, was the site of a meteorite crash and sometimes you can find shards of meteor debris littered around the farm (i picked the hilltop farm bc of this lol)

lost his sweater and pants a long ass time ago and doesnt have the time to look for them, so hes been working in his sleep clothes ever since

isnt actually grandpa's real heir to the farm... ;)

[padfootastic]

harry’s ‘saving people thing’ comes from james potter and if you disagree, u can bite me because that is the TRUTH

[jananabananawithnopeel]

Colin was always going to be filled with jealousy watching Pen dance with suitors even before The Kiss.

The only reason we didn't see it is because Pen never had any suitor before.

[heavenb3nt]

Anyways. Academy era designs

[dootznbootz]

Since my OdyPen are likeminded in personality/views/behavior in many many ways, those "Ship meme questions" are pretty interesting for me.

Because yeah. Likeminded. Many of those questions have the same answer from both.

And in a way that's super fun for me because everything I write with my goobers, I always try to keep in mind that, at least in behavioral/personality, they would both react/behave the same.

Like, I know I focus a shitton on Penelope as I adore her and love exploring her character so so much but understand that Odysseus would do the exact same shit. Just as Odysseus in my one fic is taking care of her as she is sick from her own recklessness, she would (and will. Different circumstances but you know) do the same for him.

It's actually super fun (as much as it is frustrating too. I'll realize partway through an idea that it's actually OOC and that I got too excited lol) to keep in mind while writing/creating. It keeps me on track :3

[cathalbravecog]

first thing i drew on my new tablet to test it out is the tv beast themselves

[ackalice]

*Gently steals Adamo with cookies as bait for lil comic idea* (Unless you don't want to and das okay ^^)

[coldjustness]

Woke up thinking about Neve Gallus becoming more infamous than the family who left her behind.

[trivialbob]

I had a fun three-day weekend.

As I briefly mentioned earlier, I went to Chicago. Thursday I stopped halfway and spent the night at a bed & breakfast in Baraboo, WI.

Baraboo is where the Ringling Brothers started their circus of the same name in 1884. The B&B I stayed it the former home of one of the brothers.

More after the cut.

I like the shared areas at B&Bs. There were only three other people there Thursday night. I didn't really get to mingle as they kept to themselves.

That typewriter would have been fun to use for my blog post. Sadly, it lacked wi-fi and Bluetooth connections. There was an old, hand-cranked phonograph in the next room that was fully functional.

Downtown Baraboo has plenty of bars (because it's Wisconsin). There were a number of restaurants and cafes too. The two-story brick buildings I like in small towns were plentiful. I logged a lot of steps walking up and down the streets, peering into windows. This is another town where I think it would have been fun to stay a week and try more bars and restaurants.

There are two breweries in Baraboo. Of course I visited both.

The first, I was told, has better food. Tumbled Rock is where I went for dinner and flight of beers. My burger and fries were most satisfying. The beer selection was impressive. Each of the five I sampled I would definitely buy again.

When I finished dinner I drove three miles back to my B&B and parked the car. Then I walked to the other brewery, the Al. Ringling Brewing Co.

Inside was neat. The coolers behind the bar, filled with cans of beer, had wooden doors, mechanical handles, and glass panels. The bartender told me it was a functional refrigerator.

This place was also a former home of a Ringling brother. But it was a mansion. There used to be a bowling alley in the basement for the family. The bar top is made from old sections of the bowling alley floor.

One of the brews on tap was Cherry Pie Fruit Sour with Swedish Fish. The nice, young bartender told me the brewers add a bag of the candy fish to the mix while making the sour.

I said I hope a serving of it comes with a Swedish Fish candy garnish. She grinned and promptly brought me a glass of it with the a Swedish Fish garnish!

The mention of fish made me want to suggest a Pizza Flavored Goldfish Beer, or at least free bowls of my favorite little crackers in lieu of pretzels, but the bartender had other customers to tend to. I missed that opportunity to pitch my idea. Maybe I should write a letter?

During my walk around town I noticed that Baraboo has a bit of a continental divide in its middle. At Oak Street, the numbered roads change from Avenues to Streets, or vice versa, depending on which way you walk. You can be at the intersection of 6th St and 6th Ave, and the two aren't even perpendicular.

The next morning I joined the other B&B guests for a waffle breakfast. This time I socialized with them and the owners of the B&B. We learned about the history of the city and all about the Ringling Bros. and their circus.

Fun time. Afterward I took my time driving to Chicago. I timed it right to miss the worst of rush hour. More about Chicago in a later post.

[dollypopup]

just. . .do y'all remember when Polin actually loved each other in our fandom? do you remember when our posts were about how sweet they were together? when it was about how they were on one another's teams? when it was story after story and post after post of polin against the world? of 'I like you' 'I like you too'? of 'Is life meant to be this happy?' 'I think so'? Do you remember when we were all about how much Colin loved Penelope and Penelope loved Colin? When the biggest narrative was that they saw one another, made one another brave, brought out the best in each other? When the mirror was more than just a sex scene and was also a metaphor for what they saw in each other and how they reflected one another? When they were kind to each other? When we were kind to them as characters? When they were encouraging? When they were affectionate and loving and tenderhearted and messy and silly and loving with one another? When Penelope chose Colin at every turn and Colin chose her?

Where is it? Where is the love for our couple? Be honest, wanting Colin to grovel and suffer isn't for Polin fans. It's for Pen stans. Because us Colin fans are shown time and time and time again that it's okay to call a character we love an idiot, want him egregiously punished or humiliated, to see nothing good in his character at all. So who else is it meant for? I miss when we cared about them. I miss when there was a place we could go that was about their romance and tenderness. I miss when it wasn't just straight up hating on him, or us obsessed with Penelope getting with other characters, or thinking he's less than.

We have one of the *best* Male Love Leads in the entire series. And if you don't think that way. . .I just don't understand why you claim to ship this ship. We have an amazing pairing. A wonderful couple. A couple who cares about each other, a couple who builds one another up, a couple that are friends, a couple that has passion and happiness and so much potential.

Do you remember our gifsets gushing about how much he cared for her? Do you remember our metas about how they could bloom and flourish around one another? When we looked at how Colin was hypervisible but ultimately unheard and how Penelope was invisible but the loudest voice in the ton and sighed about how they fit so well with one another? Do you remember when Penelope was proud to have Colin as a partner and he showed her off at every turn? Do you remember when it wasn't a scorecard? When it wasn't about suffering and was about tenderness? Do you remember when they LOVED each other in our fandom? Do you remember when we loved them?

I remember.

And I miss it. I miss it so much.

[padfootastic]

if you’re writing james & sirius in a way that atleast one person doesn’t ask ‘are those two dating’ then sorry but that’s actually two random OCs with familiar names

[broke-on-books]

"Hey Fred how was the mystery convention" "I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT"

or: Chomps always gets his man

[gutsygremlin]

Tonight’s ATSV headcanon

Miguel has a dogshit sense of self preservation and will hurt himself very very badly in fights. Instead of being a normal person and going to the medical wing to get patched up, he hides away to lick his wounds because being taken care of by a doctor feels very vulnerable and embarrassing for him.

Peter and Jess get worried about him when they realize he’s really hurt [Lyla always tells on him to one of them] and they help patch him up because they know he’s skeeved out by hospitals.

He always tries not to groan too much but can’t help it when pressure is getting applied to a wound or it’s being cleaned.