#Rocket Writes a Thing

[rocketonthemoon]

So I got stuck re: completely forgot to read on the fandom part of Easter's prompt game so I figured I'd make my own post about my OG princess and werewolf knight flash writing I spent this afternoon on. @ekingston thanks for the fun game I promise I'll play by the rules next time

Original prompts I spun were 'fantasy' + 'trapped by a storm' + mutual pining + Bigfoot

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“Are they still there?”

The werewolf draws his head back out from the pouring rain, shaking the water with a flick of his pointed ears. 

“No.” 

She sighs, her shoulders sinking as she leans fully into the cave wall. Barely a cave. Chased by soldiers from the Bigfoot Nation border, her knight hadn’t initially been picky on the size of the current alcove when he’d shoved her into it and wedged himself in after. It’s a tight fit, but the surrounding foliage did a nice job both concealing and shielding them from the driving rain. Rain that was making it almost impossible to see the wood they’d just crashed through in escape. 

Beggars couldn’t really be choosers, given the circumstances. 

Her knight towers above her. The backs of his knees and boots are splattered with mud and plant matter but she can still feel the slight warmth his body gives off. 

“Sit with me,” comes her quiet request. Somewhere else, some other time, she’d have the decency to be embarrassed. Her face would flush and her heart would skip with the thrill of sitting near to him. But here and now, the cold is stronger than her propriety. 

For a moment there is just the rain. The rain and the chatter of her teeth. His shoulders tense as she knows he weighs years of training to guard, to protect, to stay distant against a direct request from his charge. It’s unfair of her, but she reaches out, gently grabbing the edge of his cloak between her fingers. 

“Jul,”  she pleads, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Sit with me?” 

It’s not graceful. His shoulders scrape against the rock and he has to wiggle half into the rain to reposition his shield to the front so he doesn’t crush her against the wall more than she already is. But he obliges. Perched so ready to spring at a moment’s notice, eyes firmly forward and ears twitching, he settles onto the ground in front of her. 

It’s the closest she’s been to another person in weeks. Closest she’s ever been to him. Close enough to feel the warmth of her own breath bounce against his cloak. She wants to lean into the gentle heat of his back, wants to bury her face into the charming tuft of fur peeking out over his collar. For a moment, she considers it. Throw caution to the wind and sink so fully against him and let herself indulge in the feelings she’s been nurturing. It’d be so easy to justify too, cramped as they are in this space.

And then his elbow shifts back just enough to knock into her knee and her whole body alights in agony. 

Stupid curse.

“Princess?” he calls as soon as the hiss of pain leaves her. 

“I’m fine,” she whimpers, pressing herself further into the wall. The rock leaches what little warmth the pain momentarily gave, racking her once more with shivers. “I’m fine,” she says again with more conviction, more to herself than him. She squeezes her eyes tight, breathing through her misery.

There’s a shifting, a clinking of metal, before a heavy weight falls suddenly over her knees. His cloak. His precious cloak drapes back over her from where it had fallen from its clasps. Her hands tremble from more than the chill as she wraps it carefully around her, pulling the hood up for good measure. Between the fur lining padding her from the unforgiving rock and trapping her own heat, her body warms quickly. 

“Thank you,” she sighs, drawing the cloak tighter around herself. She tucks her nose in carefully among the folds and breathes in his smell. Strong and soothing. 

He’s looking at her when she looks up, his head tilting over his shoulder. At first, the blush that crawls over her comes from being caught in the act of sniffing his cloak. But it grows the more she sits in his gaze. The gold of his eye seems to burn softly in the dwindling light with something that catches her breath. A longing that makes her shiver all over again. His voice is soft, softer than she’s ever heard it before. She wants to hear it always.

“Always, Princess.”

[1980shorrorfilm]

“ellie x reader x vi” “abby x reader x sevika”

hear me out ellie x reader x rain. ellie and rain being siblings. ellie falling first and rain falling harder. of course reader likes them both and is oblivious. of course reader’s heart breaks when ellie finds herself distracting her feelings with dina. and duh rain swoops in like prince charming to make reader feel better. telling reader how dumb her sister can be sometimes and how you’re the most perfect person in jackson. and how can you not kiss her right then and there??? ok gn

[sunllghtt]

Hi are you up for a messy scene analysis thing

Ofc it's this scene who do you think I am

I've been wanting to do this for God knows how long but I never had the balls and neither the words to (still don't) but I wanna try to properly talk about this scene. My primal instinct is to sit here and tell you how much this 30 second scene changed the trajectory of these characters in the next movies, how it made their friendship grow and develop and how much of a storytelling lesson it is (oh the so so deep understanding you need to have of your characters to have them say things so vaguely and still express exactly what they mean). I could also go down the emotional and subjective road and ramble about how much it means to me and how I resonate with it, but I've done that at least 837382 times and I think everyone knows it by now 😭 so!!! Let's get to the real thing

(I'm trying to keep it as analytical and straightforward as possible but please note that this is my favorite scene that's ever existed so neutrality is not really a possibility)

Rocket is a brat. He's restless, he's loud, he's always puffing up his chest and yelling at someone and picking fights with the wind cuz it was blowing in a way he didn't like and he's just an overall bastard. In this scene, though, we see him inside out. His head is low, his shoulders are slumped, he has his tail between his knees and he looks tired. He speaks quietly (curiously like he doesn't want anybody else to hear him), he's not deliberately insulting anyone and he's just..... defeated??

Up until that point I don't think we ever got to see Rocket like that. From what the movies have shown us he'd never had to. But in the past few days that led to this, Rocket had stolen batteries for no apparent reason (which we'll later learn why💀), ruined their ship, got literally kidnapped by Ravagers, blew up a creepy planet-guy-thing and oh my god attended his friend's dad's funeral. At least half of these things were directly or indirectly his fault and he knows it.

I don't think he ever doubted it was (we see it earlier in the movie when the Guardians leave to "The Chain" by Fleetwood Mac and Rocket scowls and winces like he either stepped in a pile of shit or got hit in the face by regret), but he still argued with Peter even knowing he was in the wrong just to keep up apparences or hold on to a little thread of pride when he was already feeling ashamed for being caught red-handed stealing shit he didn't need AND destroying their ship etc etc, and he just kinda fucked up big time. And I think that's (besides the general exhaustion of parenting a tree and fighting a planet and Yondu's death) is what got him so devastated in that scene.

Ofc Yondu played an extremely important role in that. He was the one to open Rocket's eyes, to give him some sort of reality check and show him the only thing isolation is ever gonna bring him is regret and bitterness (or, in other words, Yondu). Rocket is most of all hopeless and tired and just sad like that because he knows he hurt his friends. He knows he's chasing them away, that he yells at them, that he's always mean and that he steals batteries he doesn't need. He knows he's not awesome to put up with and seeing what happened to Yondu and his former friends probably made him terrified it'd happen to him and the Guardians too. He's stuck in this cycle of pushing them away with everything he can (and we could get into all his trauma regarding betrayal and death and literally endless other things but it's all very clear at this point) and he knows patience doesn't last forever. He's just scared, he feels bad and he's tired.

Now on the other hand we have Quill. He's also destroyed, he lost two fathers (3 if you count what Ego could've been, what he wanted him to be), basically relived his mother's death and had to watch literally every single one of them die. He's also scared and tired, yes, but all he has left is this unstable family of weird idiots who are learning how to show care and he's... pretty much fine with it. He wants it.

And when what Rocket's saying clicks, when he realizes who he's talking about, Quill, who's usually all smirks and teasing and bickering and name-calling, looks at his best friend like this,

because

(From vol 2 script!! Won't even try to comment on that last part before Quill's last line but I also really like that Peter just "shakes his head" over and over like he's just barely listening until he realizes what Rocket really means cuz it also shows a lot about his character. He's naturally a little slow and downright stupid when it comes to this kind of hidden emotional thing and he's also exhausted and depressed from everything that happened and STILL he stops and just. Sees Rocket, and sees Yondu.)

He's not doing well. He's probably sore and hurt and sad and miserable and yet he takes his sweet time to look down at Rocket, let go of his resentment from before and see right through him. In order to understand this scene it's important to remember he most likely doesn't know what Yondu told Rocket at all, he doesn't know anything they said to each other and how Yondu showed him they're mirrors. He doesn't know any of that. He just knows his best friend and his father and how much they resemble each other. He puts up with Rocket's bullshit because he knows how to deal with Yondu.

He could've just ignored him or pretended he didn't know what he was talking about. He could've made Rocket swallow his pride and "teach him a lesson" by making him say what he means without hiding behind metaphors and vague self-deprecation, because Rocket was probably vulnerable and defeated enough to be honest in that moment. And yet, he just looks at his friend, who's usually a loud and mean and restless brat, and is now staring at the floor with his ears droopy and his tail between his knees, and just says, as a form of reassurance and tenderness that's just as subtle and shy as Rocket's insecurities, "Well, of course not."

(The kind and soft and sweet DETERMINATION on his face tho like no!!! No we're not ditching you even though you suck I'm!!! Serious!!!!)

[fagulaa]

Something I really love about the Silt Verses is how, in a world of gods and monsters, how grounded Faulkner's trauma [and relationship with his father] is. Especially as the season moves on, and the stakes amp up [and up] its so unexpectedly piercing to be presented with this exploration of childhood abandonment/negligence, inter-generational trauma, the indignities and stress that comes with unexpected elder care/early onset Alzheimer's. You're so locked in to these grander, more abstract concepts that your defenses are down! Mine were, anyway. TSV is so good at cutting its grand, complex plotlines with simpler [but not shallower] gutpunches, and it just grounds the whole thing.

[raccoonfallsharder]

I’m wondering how would one write Rocket post Guardians of the galaxy 3?

Do you think he would be as brash?

hi again, lovely! ♡♡♡ this is such a fun question. you also asked something really layered and nuanced here, which is how would one write rocket? and i want to give you a layered and nuanced answer. (philosophic ramblings about writing & characterization below, plus some of my own thoughts)

the fact is, no two people would write post-volume3 rocket the same exact way, which is exactly as it should be.

when one writes rocket post vol-3, i think they should think about how they imagine rocket at his core. what they think drives him. on the surface, we can say - he lost the only family he loved. but that's just a thing that happened to him. what drives him are the feelings. is rocket primarily motivated by empathy? regret? resentment? grief? loss? outrage? emotional pain? physical pain? isolation? community? fear? greed? hatred for self? hatred for others? fatherhood? friends? enemies? units?

how do these feelings change in every situation, and how do they stay the same? are there a few primary emotions that touch all the rest of them, and if so, what are they?

the next questions are, how has one seen rocket's emotions and responses change over time, and why do they think those changes have occurred? how do they think he'll continue to change in the future?

maybe one sees him as less brash. or... maybe one sees him as more brash, or more confident. or less confident, dealing with all this new responsibility and a bunch of kids, too. maybe one sees him as more fatherly. i think one could write him a dozen different ways, and each version could be justified with the right explanation of why.

ultimately, i think the most important thing for a person to infuse into their writing when developing a version of post-vol3 rocket is loving rocket. when you love and know your character, then you have a better grasp on who they're capable of becoming.

now, as mentioned, i have written post-vol3 rocket a few times. i don't necessarily think of him as being less-brash, but i do think of him as trying really hard to be "less of a jackass," as he would probably characterize it. i think of his scene with thor in infinity war, after his whole "time to be the captain" self-talk. i think of him trying to be a good dad to groot. he's trying to tap into the empathy he’d cut himself off from for so long. he’s trying to be practical, and he’s remembering how to be kind. but that doesn't make him less him. he’s still a genius, still sarcastic, still cynical (though less-so than in 2014), still using humor to protect himself from vulnerability.

then i think of him leveling up: being the captain to a lot more people; being a dad to a lot more people. still being himself — maybe even more fully than before.

i also personally imagine that the people of knowhere love having rocket as the captain of the guardians, and i think that's sometimes hard for him to adjust to or accept. his near-death conversation with lylla and finding the raccoons and finding himself all had a healing effect on him, but healing doesn't happen overnight. it's an ongoing process for our favorite pilot and mechanic and captain.

and as fan creators, we get to be part of that. and i think that's really lovely.

mitten aesthetic. ✮| ✩ fluff | gn reader | word count: 8,415. when knowhere breaks down in the thneed system, you receive an unexpected visitor. aka, it was a dark and stormy night when a stranger came to your door. for @/leresq.

welcome to the knowhere christmas party.✩ fluff & low-grade spice | gn reader |word count: 13,251. the worst thing about being a single dad is the number of meddling matchmakers rocket’s gotta deal with during the holidays. that's where you come in. mcu-based, post vol3. romantic fluff with low-grade spice.

emotionalistic. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 570.bubbles & other intangible barriers. or, rocket cries during midnights on knowhere.

bite. ✮✩ low-grade spice & fluff | gn reader | word count: 2,266. you run into a familiar stranger at your place of work and end up flirting madly. or, a raccoon walks into a bar.

family. ✮ semi-romantic fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,274.one year ago today, the star children were liberated from the arête. the people of knowhere celebrate.

machinery.✮| ✩ semi-romantic angst & fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,946.rocket manipulates you into stealing something for him. what wouldn't you do for a pair of pretty almandine eyes? see post for warnings.

take what you need.✮ [each chapter is an individual oneshot.] gn reader, fluff & friendship. the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself. rocket bullies you for your own good.

windfall. (a meetgroot) ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | 3/3 parts | word count: 44,521. semi-shy ultrafeminine touch-deprived reader tries to avoid meeting knowhere’s intimidating captain. is profoundly unsuccessful. see post for warnings & context.

various headcanons & imagines:

rocket & coloring (string cheese nonnie)

rocket & origami ( @/wren-phoenix)

rocket & sudoku, crosswords & word-searches ( @/hyperjorts)

rocket & hanayama puzzles (nonnie)

rocket sings (nonnie)

music and rocket & adam, pete & jason (@/leresq)

rocket gets a team-up film(@/leresq)

rocket’s sense of humor + rocket with phyla

[maganusbuttsideslmao]

Does anyone remember this episode of Pokémon or just me

[smokersdilemma]

SMOKER'S DILEMMA (2)

⚠- Trypophobia, disturbing imagery and light violence.

It was a rough night for Rocket, the discomfort of the tight feeling in his lungs was mostly the thing that kept him from sleeping peacefully. Though, it gave him the excuse to stay wrapped up in Sword's embrace, so that made it more bearable at the very least. His wings were always a nice touch.

The morning wasn't much different. Turns out Medkit stopped over pretty early, as he got woken up by both coughing and the feeling of an oxygen mask being forced onto his face. Why? Apparently it was supposed to help with his breathing-that’s what Medkit said anyway, and who was he to argue? It was early and he was the doctor here, not him. For some reason, Medkit seemed to be murmuring things about something being 'strange' and another thing about smoke.

If he was more awake, maybe he would've cared more about the statement.

Thankfully though, they at least let him wake up more before they continued talking about more important things. Not like he didn't understand them, just that they didn't process. Regardless, he explained what he saw last night, and as he continued, Medkit's eyebrows furrowed in skepticism. "He didn't have his horns?" Rocket only shook his head. Medkit crossed his arms, leaning back in his stance. "I don't know about that. You could've just not seen them. It was dark, wasn't it?" He did bring up a fair point. What if he didn't see them? Zuka did paint his horns black, so maybe it was really just harder to see..

But that didn't explain the smoke. And that's what worried him most.

"I don't think that kind of smoke can condense like that, can it?" Sword piped up, his wing slightly tightening around Rocket. Medkit tilted his head in contemplation. "It shouldn't. Especially not in a house with circulation." He squinted and brought one of his hands up to put it under his chin, tapping his foot quietly on the ground. He shifted his one-eyed gaze back to Rocket. "You said there was more smoke coming from him?"

"It looked like it." The response only made Medkit huff in frustration, closing his eye in thought. "Look," Medkit started, opening back up his eye. "We'll go back to see Zuka. If there wasn't anything wrong, you've wasted my time." There was an underlying hint of a threat under his words, but it was.. decently normal, coming from him. Rocket quietly laughed nervously. "Haha.. I got it.."

They made sure everything was alright (mostly with Rocket, making sure his lungs felt fine) before they left. As the three of them were walking, Rocket couldn't help but notice the faint sight of smoke rising. Someone must be having a fire, he thought, but shrugged it off. It was normal for demons more used to the heat to start fires, especially around this time.

When they got back to his home, he frowned at the realization he never closed the door in his panic last night. Oops. On the bright side though, he didn't see much more of the smoke, though it seemed some of it was slowly and steadily rolling out of the house. It was weird it hadn't all filtered out already, given the amount of time the door had been open. But… he could faintly hear the shuffling inside, just as he had heard before. It made him shiver. Sword seemed to notice his unease and stepped closer to his side. Letting their shoulders touch, he looked down at him with a concerned look. Rocket only gave a reassuring smile, to which the other gave a small nod and turned focus back ahead.

Medkit watched the smoke that ran out of the door carefully and silently. He lifted his gaze to look up at the door. It was quiet. Too quiet. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, there was a low growl from somewhere within. It seems whatever is in there knows they're here. Rocket felt a familiar shiver down his spine. Luckily, it was bright enough outside so that there wasn't a need to turn on the house lights. After just… waiting for a bit, Medkit gave a small hand gesture to let them know they could continue on.

It was.. hazy inside, to say the least. Foggy, hard to see much, and the strong smell of cigarette smoke was still enough to give Rocket the urge to cough again. And, he couldn't help but notice that ever since the quiet growl could be heard inside, Medkit had been more on edge. Though, it didn't take a genius to know why someone might be more defensive after hearing that. It didn't sound like an animal or anything either, more of a demon-more feral than anything.

They continued walking on. Along some of the walls, there was this black, tar-like liquid. Sprayed around haphazardly, or just in puddles or smears. He couldn't help but notice that some of these smears, especially on the walls, looked like hand marks or claw marks. The ones on the ground had trailing footprints as well.

The strange noises were getting louder as they went closer to a hall. The smoke also seemed to condense more, making it much darker than it should be. Something was telling his instincts that maybe it wasn't a good idea to be sticking around here for long. They barely went down the hall before Medkit put his arm out to the side to block them from walking further.

"Wh-" Rocket started, but was rudely interrupted by a quick hiss from Medkit. "Quiet." The seriousness of the tone caught him off guard, so it effectively shut him up. On the floor, just a bit away from them, looked like.. a horn. Black on the outside, but an azure blue on the inside, like the outside was painted. He hesitated to look up from it, but did anyways.

But that's when he saw It.

Just beyond the discarded horn, there was someone-no, something. He took a step back, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth as he stared into the eyes of this thing. That's why the sound of breathing was louder. That's why there was more smoke. He felt nausea build up in the pit of his stomach. "Deities above-" He only whispered before backing more into Sword, who was staring wide-eyed at the creature in front of them.

Why did he look so... different now?

Medkit gripped his revolver that rested in its holster on his belt, eye trained carefully on the Thing that was before them. It looked like Zuka. It probably was, if he didn't know any better. His arms, elongated with various holes in different sizes, seemed to shake and breathe as it held itself up.

Then it spoke. Near breathless, strained and barely audible, but it succeeded in making his hands shake.

"ₛₒₙ"

"ᵢ'ₘ ₛₒᵣᵣy"

"dₒ yₒᵤ fₒᵣgᵢᵥₑ ₘₑ?"

He felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. It sounded just like Zuka. He was brought out of his trance by the sound of something clicking quietly. The safety of a gun. He cautiously looked over to his side to see Medkit raising the revolver to aim down the hall.

…Something made his legs move. He didn't want to, so why was he? He stepped away from Sword's warm side and in front of the Thing-no, Zuka. He was in there. He.. just knew it.

"Rocket?!" Sword flinched as he too was brought out of the scared trance from the sight before him. "Don't shoot him!" He disregarded the worry and fear that was evident on Sword's face, the way the feathers on his wings seemed to fluff out. He held his arms out to protect Zuka and to shield him from the gun's barrel. "Rocket. Move." Medkit didn't drop the steady aim of the gun, eye narrowing.

"He's still there! You'd be killing him!" The words flowed from his mouth. He felt like he wasn't in control of his body anymore, and it freaked him out. This was his body, so why did he feel like he was in the backseat?

The breathing got more ragged and picked up in speed behind him, increasing the breathing down his neck as he heard snapping as well. Sword moved his hand to the scabbard of his.. well, sword. His expression had hardened as he looked at Zuka behind him. In swift movement, he unsheathed his sword and went past Medkit, who looked startled himself.

He practically stabbed Zuka and brought him away from him. Behind him, there were screams of breathless agony, a mixture of feral growls, hisses and screams. When he felt the contact of Sword's hands and arms around him, he was brought back to the front seat of his own body. His mind barely processed the sounds of a gun firing and the talking of the other two. He was fixated on the figure of… this thing once more. Eyes glued onto it's hollow sockets. Even though he couldn't see his eyes, he knew that they were looking directly into his.

He had to be practically dragged out of the house by Sword, his hands shaking as he sheathed his sword and made sure to hold him firmly and securely. He wanted to deny everything that happened since last night. This was a sick and crude dream, it had to be.

But he knew, deep down, it wasn't.

[wildglitch]

WIP GAME

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Thank you so much @wolfsbanesparks for the tag!

My word is: LIGHT

Time do enter the horrors that are my drafts

L: "-Like, on one hand, he is glad the guy didn't shoot him, but on the other hand there is a gun, LITERALLY! What is he supposed to do in this situation?!?! A most likely criminal just threw a gun at him!-" (A bit of the first fanfic I ever started and am still working on TVT, Mha fic where Kaminari become a phantom theif)

I: If he didnt feel like he was freezing to death right about now, he would have kicked the man where the sun don't shine so hard even his ancestors would feel it. (A pre-canon pokemon fic where teenaged James ends up becoming kid AshsNanny)

G: Groning, Billy enters his room and flops onto the hotel bed, shutting his eyes and doing his best impression of a sleeping person, hoping that the raging fire and screams coming from the street would just go away. (Day 6 for BBW2024)

H: "-he just knows that the guy brainwashed the landlord.-"(The next instalment for my What if Zombies x DC au, this is focused of Peter's and Jason's relatioship as neighbors)

T: The baby falls face first into the dirt. (A Rotg x Mcu fic where Loki is Jacks Father)

I dont know if you can tell but a lot of my fic's can get very chaotic, I tried to find the most out of context ones.

Tag @chaoticallyfluffy & @teehhhhhhhhhhh and anyone else. pls tag me cause I wanna see what you've written!

Your Word is: DANCE

[musicalmoritz]

TikTok shipping discourse is giving me a headache

So I’ve been super excited abt the recent revival of the Gravity Falls fandom because that show was a large part of my childhood. My sister and I watched it as it was coming out, I still vividly remember watching the first episode with her when it aired. It was one of my first big fandoms so I have a lot of fond memories with it (and some not-so-fond, my sister and I would always joke abt how we were just like the Pines twins so certain areas of the internet were…well, awkward to say the least)

Anyways super happy that the fandom is back but why am I seeing so much beef between Dipcifica and Mabcifica shippers??? I don’t remember there being this much discourse before, most people shipped Bill//Dip so that was the biggest rival to Dipcifica I recall seeing at the time, besides Wen//Dip. Oh and also. The other one. But usually ppl were pretty chill abt Mabcifica bcuz it went along well with the mega popular mlm pairing so like,,,even if ppl didn’t care abt them, they were content with that as a way to keep Pacifica out of the picture. There were the typical homophobes ofc but I don’t remember ppl going out of their way to hate on Mabcifica back when I was really into the fandom

This might come as a shock, but I was always Team Dipcifica. It was one of those ships I absolutely fell in love with, I read fics of them on FanFiction.Net and watched all the amvs and cosplays. I liked the idea of Dipper being the guy Pacifica could sort of run away with after escaping her toxic family because I loved her character sm and wanted good things for her. And, well, I related to Dipper a lot so there might have been some subconscious projecting going on there

So yeah, big time Dipcifica girlie but as we all know I’m also a massive multishipper and Femslash Enthusiast™️. It took me awhile to come around to Mabcifica bcuz as I was watching the show I was working through a lot of internalized homophobia, but nowadays I ship them nearly equally to Dipcifica. They are both interesting ships in their own rights with their own appeals. Pacifica was always a character in Mabel’s storylines so people shipping them romantically makes sense to me. I actually look at Mabcifica content more frequently than Dipcifica content now bcuz my main thing is sapphic ships. But if you were to ask me to pick one, I would still probably say Dipcifica

Alright now onto the current discourse. I keep seeing posts on TikTok of Dipcifica shippers explaining why they hate Mabcifica, or bashing the ship in their own edits. I also see a constant flood of comments on Mabcifica posts of ppl hating on the ship and saying Dipcifica is better. My dudes, what happened to “ship and let ship”?? Seeing all of this at the same time I’m seeing a flood of posts saying that ships don’t have to be canon or even make sense, and that ppl should let fandoms have fun, is crazy. And yes I’m gonna pull this card, it’s a little odd for people to specifically be targeting the most popular wlw ship in the fandom. “It’s toxic” mf you ship BILL//FORD

Hate whatever ships you want!! No one is forcing you to like Mabcifica. If they are then block them. But omg I thought we were trying to leave needless ship hate in the past. The ships can coexist, believe me I’m overjoyed that Dipcifica has so many canon implications but ppl are still well within their right to ship Mabcifica

I don’t even care that much abt Bill//Ford (love it and fully support it, have supported it since middle school, but I’m more of a Fidd//author girlie) but I’m glad that’s the fandom’s main focus rn, I couldn’t take it if the ONLY thing the shippers were yapping abt was which Pines sibling Pacifica should hold hands with. Another life saved by toxic yaoi

Mabcifica shippers get behind me

[rocketonthemoon]

fuck it - have a WIP I'm calling "The Gang Goes To Avernus"

(my tav ref aka K'oan)

“Soldier…” Karlach starts, flame licking around her. Not the feisty orange or battle blue they’ve come to expect, but white. Bright white flame jetting out from her vents and searing away the surrounding skin. “Soldier, I think… I think this is it.”

He’s tapped. He’s tired and spent and ran out of any and all energy for spells what felt like forever ago. Had it only just been an hour - moments basically - since they defeated the Brain? Shadowheart stiffens under his arm and K’oan knows she’s spent too. Potions won’t fix the heat burning their friend from the inside out. They’re out of options.

Something inside him breaks at the idea. This is it. The inevitable. He knew it was coming . Knew somehow it would be today. Possibly even this exact moment. They’d all known, all accepted it. And yet his heart aches, his body cold with the idea of losing her. 

No.

Whatever broke in his soul refuses to shatter. Instead, the brittle cold inside him swells, his mark prickling with his patron’s attention. Levianth listens to his soul and K’oan feels the devil’s power within him stir.

Shadowheart yelps in protest as he lurches forward. It’s graceless, his muscles cramping in fatigue, but he stumbles into Karlach. She catches him, eyes wide in surprise, widening further as he grips her by the shoulders. Her skin blisters his hands but he swears he barely feels it.

“Soldier–” 

“No,” he says firmly.

“Soldier, let go! I’ll burn you!” She tries to push him away, tries to pry his hands from her. 

“I said no.”

Karlach starts, looking at him fully. His lips pull back, snarling tusks on full display as he lets his patron’s power go. His hands are cold. So cold a part of him worries he’ll never feel again. Steam erupts between their flesh, hellfire and ice spitting.

“K’oan,” Karlach says softly. Ignoring her, he changes his grip, holding her in place and pressing his palm over where her engine burns brightest.

“You’re not dying,” he snarls. Cold creeps up his arm. Frost forms over and over against the heat. The flame start to take a more blue-ish tint but Karlach’s body still heaves with effort.

“I’m alright. It’s okay,” she assures him, but he won’t listen. Not any more. K’oan digs deep, drawing any reserves he had left.

“We have fought gods,” he growls, grunting with with effort. “We have fought demons and devils and literal death. I have seen your heart and I will not–” 

Karlach’s engine shudders under his palm. For a moment, the blaze pulses in angry rhythm. Karlach’s body seizes as suddenly the devilish contraption��falls still. He can feel nothing under his fingers. No hint of heat, no lingering pulse. As if Karlach herself has been automatically turned off save the catching gasps for air.

Inwardly, K’oan dives into the void that broke him open. Levianth’s pool of power is there. Cold and deep, but not deep enough. He reaches in, both hands plunging to grab on to anything he can. Blindly, he searches until finally his fingers find smooth stone. 

A part of him knows his strength here cannot be measured truly. This realm within him is not real in the way the heat that burns under his hands is. But it does respond to his wants, his will. So he pulls and pulls, dragging the vessel up above the inky darkness of the pool. The pool is as cold as ever but the stone image of Karlach, strong and proud, pulses with warmth. K’oan mirrors his grip to the one he has on the flesh and blood version of his friend. 

If you do this, Levianth’s voice purrs in K’oan’s mind. If I do this for you-

He doesn’t let the devil finish. 

“Zariel cannot have you,” he growls in the material world. Karlach’s eyes meet his, the barest ember of hope in them. It’s enough to coat his voice with power. “She cannot. Have you!” 

With a roar, he pushes all of his power, everything he has left and more, into the vessel that is that infernal machine. Fingers blackened, breath frosting, he wills the searing cold to coat the valves of Karlach’s heart. What moments ago had been jets of fire transforms into hissing plumes of steam rising from the vents in her skin. And when finally her engine is about to freeze over, when the idol of her in his inner world shimmers a frosty blue, he calls upon Levianth’s power once more.

The cantrip, normally a frigid ice, burns with heat as it leaves him. K’oan has to steady his grip, so great is the blast that leaps from his hand, to keep from falling over. Karlach lurches herself, gasping, before heat begins to spread again under his fingers.

[corellianhounds]

My hot take of the day: The encouragement that “Word count doesn’t indicate quality” is true, but I’d take it a step further to say some of those long fics could also stand to be edited down

The purpose of achieving a high word count in a day’s worth of writing is so that you have more material to sift through to find the good stuff. You don’t have to put everything into the finished/posted fic or chapter, and oftentimes your themes and pacing and plot points are going to be a lot punchier and more effective if they’ve been whittled down to what’s best for the story

[end0parasitic]

giggles kicks feet. if the offer to ask you to talk about endoparasitic is still open do you want to talk about Luce

BOY DO I EVER.

the thing abt luce is that she is almost completely cynte’s foil, and yet she still outdoes him in befriending the parasites, and that’s the whole point! she has been ignored for so long that she seeks their company, she craves connection, and she’s empathetic to the point that she’s willing to hear them out and help them.

she and cynte are both blinded by their pursuit for power, and both to the same extreme. the only difference is luce was chosen, and he was not. she thinks that she has bested him, that despite his treatment of her that she was the superior one, when in reality she was doomed the moment she reached out to the parasites. this ties into the theme of religion and devotion, being chosen as a sacrifice and being honored. gods in this world function as a lense through which the characters see the world, and luce sees it through the lense of goodness. she literally worships optimism, but this has failed her because of her extreme loneliness. and so, she decides to see good in the parasites.

luce also really resents cynte, go figure. she takes pride in her empathy and feeling and morality, yet she releases the parasites. they are both so blind, and the parasites were puppeteering everything the entire time, except for cynte. luce is lonely in a cold world surrounded by uncaring people, and so when “pyeridae”, her goddess of light and love, chooses her, she thinks that she is exceptional in having those traits to more of a degree than others. because cynte has not embraced these same traits in himself, he cannot ascend to the level that she has. but, truly, the parasites just want to spread. luce is a gateway, a vessel, a puppet, a host, a hero.

but, she has been tricked. plain and simple. the parasite starts whispering to her, eventually taking her mouth and taking over her body, splitting apart her skin to reveal engorged bones. her spine grows too long for her back. her will is completely warped when the parasite wastes the people on the arkship without her say. do you think she saw karis on the arkship?

she’s dealing with a similar kind of insanity to the cultists, where their minds are very distorted due to the parasites. the difference with luce is that her state is very advanced. the will of the parasite and the will of luce are melded together, if you were to separate the two there would not be enough of either left to even one of them to continue living. she is completely infected.

“cynte?” “i wish… i wish you would’ve killed me when you had the chance.” this quote makes me very sad. she realizes she was a puppet, that this state is very painful for her, that she’s done horrible things. cynte obliges with her request, if a little late.

i like her :3 doomed by literally everything. thank you for the ask!

[msnihilist]

Can someone remind me what Hazel got Dev for his birthday, again?

[goldendivinewrath]

@thathollowsound liked for a thing!

"I am not drunk." Vash assures, not at all drunkenly. Extremely sober, actually. So very, painfully well-articulated and carefully controlled in volume and tone and motion that he cannot possibly be sober. But he is going to insist.

Even with a bottle in his organic hand, he still insists with a very meaningful stare. Very meaningful. Trying to distract the other man from actually looking at details. Predictably, it doesn't work. He sighs, defeated, taking another gulp directly from the bottle.

"Okay, I'm nervous. With no reason to be nervous! This is silly! What do I have to be nervous about, right?" The impending event of everyone in one room. At the same time. Interacting. Trying to be civil with each other.

After a second's contemplation, he takes another, much longer drink.

[pyschologicalrocketgirl]

kiss the rain away

Whatever it is Will is looking for, he seems to find, the corners of his mouth slowly turning upwards as he looks out the driver’s side window, past Mike’s head, before looking right back at him. “You know,” Will says, a little too evenly, “You parked next to Skull Rock.” And. Mike’s breath hitches. Oh, so it’s like that then.

It’s a rainy summer’s day when Mike kisses Will in (sort of) his car.

did someone say Byler fluff and humor, in the summer, swimming at Lover's Lake and being hounded by the rain? No, just me?

[controlledhues]

Here's a document we've been writing for a while now with some friends here and I think it's worth sharing just in case you wanna know or are interested in joining our Rocket lore hehe haha :3