#They’re thinking about what they got themselves into

[gay-dorito-dust]

May i request some hcs for dante and vergil (separately if possible) that turned into a younger version of themselves (a toddler or teenager your choice) and they’re s/o is like:??????

I just think it would be funny

Dante

This little shit will try to flirt with you even when reverted back to his teenage self.

And you’re here like: ‘no.’

He pouts, crosses his arms and storms away claiming he’s going to get pizza to heal his soul.

No matter what Dante was always going to be a little dramatic, but needless to say you were more than confused in how he reverted to his teenage self and secretly hoped it wasn’t permanent or else this relationship had gotten weird really quickly.

‘ what happened? I thought you said the mission was easy?’ You asked.

He only shrugs. ‘It was easy until I got hit with something and before I knew it, boom I’m a teenager again.’

‘So you know when it’ll wear off?’ You ask again.

‘Nope.’ Dante replies as he takes a bite out of his pizza, having become too comfortable in his current position a little too quickly for your liking.

God forbid you go out and someone asks if Dante is your son, you had to answer quickly before Dante makes the situation weird and says yes, glaring at him into complying to which he does with a dramatic sigh and agrees unconvincingly.

Seriously Dante as a teenager is a fucking nightmare and your left with a constant headache whenever his endless energy and recklessness got him into situations where you have to break him out of, seeing as you were now the responsible adult for his actions.

And it also doesn’t help that he’s very much aware with how much trouble he was causing you, with the way he smirks at you before shrugging his shoulders, claiming he was still a growing kid in his most vital developmental stages.

He uses ‘I’m just a kid’ as an excuse to anything and everything that he was defiantly the cause of.

You refuse to sleep in the same bed as him, not until he changes back into himself, to which he tries to pull the puppy dog eye card as he pathetically drags a pillow and blanket with him, always looking back at you in hopes you’d changed your mind.

You don’t, you meant what you said and you weren’t about to let up anytime soon.

So when he does change back at long last, you both spent most of the day cuddling in bed to make up for lost time.

Vergil

He’s embarrassed that he had allowed such a thing to happen to him.

Seriously he’s more or less doing everything within his power for you not to see him like this, using the Yamato to open portals elsewhere, or just not interacting you what so ever.

Dante finds this hilarious and will be taking the piss, only to get stabbed, so that aspect doesn’t change.

Vergil made him to swore to secrecy if you ever were to ask his twin where he was, only for Dante to tell you regardless that his brother wasn’t himself.

You initially thought that he’s sick, which is odd considering his half demon lineage, and went to his room with concern and wanting to help heal your stubborn partner. Only to see this younger version of the man you loved in his trademark coat that his form barely fills in.

The eyes were the same, slicked back hair, hand on Yamato at all times as precaution, this was your Vergil alright but why was he suddenly so…young?

‘You shouldn’t be here, I didn’t want you to see me like this.’ He says, voice significantly higher and even cracking in a few places.

‘Dante told me you weren’t feeling yourself, but he didn’t say that you had somehow reverted to being a teenager.’ You replied and you heard Vergil click his teeth in annoyance.

‘Of course that blasted fool couldn’t hold his tongue for more than five seconds, useless.’ He practically hisses as you stifled a chuckle when Vergil has to push up the sleeves of his now oversized coat so he could use his hands as he grunts in frustration.

it was adorable! You couldn’t help it even as he sent a glare at you that told you to not find humour in his current predicament.

In your eyes teenage Vergil was like that of a kitten, if you could pick a specific breed, you’d most specifically pick a Russian blue to compare him to in terms of physical appearance. White fur/hair and a striking pair of blue eyes.

He would mostly spend his time trying to find a way to revert back to normal, so there’s not much chaos with Vergil, he was essentially the same as he was as an adult but it was obvious that there was more anger and hostility within his younger self when it came to his human side.

He read, he trained, he went on long missions in hopes of finding something to solve his teenage problem faster. He was pretty much recluse and kept to himself more often than not.

Yet there will be moments where you’d see his silhouette from afar, acting like your silent guard dog whenever you were out, eyes scanning for people willing to cross the unspoken line. And when they did, it was humorous to see fully grown men having their asses handed to them by a teenage version of your Vergil. It was certainly a highlight to your day.

But it doesn’t compare to when he does revert back to normal, acting the same as he always did as though nothing had happened. This little situation would stay and die with the both of you for as long as possible, or unless Dante decides to be the brotherly dickhead that he is and tell all.

[memezs-corner-of-the-osc]

Memez theory analysis ramble #2:

SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF TPOT 17.

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I’m dedicating a entire post to just the scenes with One and Doughnut because it tells us so much about One as a person:

Her demeanour throughout the altercation is something I’d like to bring light to.

One as a character is a manipulator who weaponises gaslighting by learning the characters psychologies to put them under pressure using her facade to sign as we’re all…..very aware by now.

What we learned here is are her downfalls: Temper and ego.

This is the face of someone who’s overly confident in everything she does, here she was not anticipating any failure in her plans.

I mean how could she possibly fail right, after all she’s tricked so many contestants-

And then reality hits.

Her egos down, she didn’t rehearse for this.

Now: let’s observe who one actually is under her act.

She resorts to violence to start with, trying to get a fear response from Doughnut.

Success: Ego back up tenfold.

She feels safe, like she has the upper hand.

So she starts her downfall: She starts giving Doughnut more information than he should know.

After all he’s going to take the deal, they all take the deal.

He can’t possibly escape and tell everyone after he just signs that little contract.

And so like the hawk she is she swoops back in to claim her prize, here she thinks she’s won in crushing the tough nut.

……unfortunately for her Doughnut is smarter then that and questions her, she hates being questioned as it ruins her whole shtick.

“Ughhh don’t worry about that Doughnut, after all is it so crazy to believe I’m just trying to help you?”

Mocking, condescending, setting up her “finishing blow”.

“Those friends of yours all agreed to it and look at all the fun they’re having!”

She can’t help herself and besides he’ll never get the chance to tell anyone so why not take the chance to unconsciously gloat to someone about it?

But it doesn’t work, he keeps questioning, second guessing and not trusting her act.

So she snaps and goes nuclear and goes to what she thinks everyone is can’t resist, themselves:

She tries acting like his friend one final little time, going with her plan B she set up.

She lays it all out, everything she knows about him and all the things in his life she rigged to happen in one last desperate attempt to regain control.

“Everyone gets to be a little selfish, it’s only fair.”

This is the line I’m going to go on a tangent on, it shows why One can do this guilt free.

She’s self justifying it constantly in her mind with a positive feedback loop, through her own delusions she sees fact.

It makes you wonder why she’s doing this and supports what I said last time, I still theorise she’s not here for the power, she’s here to make sure Two is powerless for her own pettiness.

One is a heavily Toxic abuser type person, she has warped morals that she bends to justify their own behaviour to herself subconsciously to get her own goals satisfied.

She has a ego or (at least acts like she has one to further her agenda) and will stop at nothing to the point of almost ending the universe to satisfy her needs.

And if she was friends with Two it would make sense if she used these manipulative tendencies on them and the other algibralians.

The scene with Six I will now circle back to basically confirms what I’ve been theorising with one quote: “She was supposed to be gone.”.

We have half her motive, this seemingly confirms One was exiled from the playground.

For what is yet to be seen.

Now let’s talk about the ending of the scene: What happens when someone defies her.

Let’s watch shall we:

She’s failed to make this man stoop to her level proving her psychology is wrong so she snaps, she’s never encountered this before.

She wants to feel like she’s won so she turns to a power trip, in a moment of rage she rips Doughnuts legs off and kicks him off to affirm to herself that she got the last laugh here and that letting him go is no issue.

I mean what can one man do without limbs-

And this right here is where I theorise Ones downfall begins, she got greedy adding Doughnut: a person who she knew could be a problem into the plan.

And where did it leave her?

With a wild card with context clues about what she was planning and with information about what’s behind her act on the loose, in her own greed I theorise she set in motion her demise.

And the kicker is even at the end she’s still affirming to herself that she didn’t really fail here by flying head first into the sun and that Doughnut was “just for good luck.“.

So I end off this essay of a post with a question: If this is how she treats her victims how did she treat her “friends”?

Thank you viewer for reading, the follow up to this will contain an analysis on Pencil (probably my favourite contestant by now) along with a few other misc things I want to talk about as this is already pushing it for this ted talk of a post.

[rollofthed1ce]

y/n cookie gets very very drunk he doesn’t remember what happened

y/n cookie: where am I? Why am I naked? And why am I in bed?

White lily cookie: good morning honey

y/n cookie: AHHHHHH

pure vanilla cookie: five more minutes

y/n cookie: what is going on?

y/n cookie: oh yeah, shouldn’t drink too much berry juice

Screw it. Haven’t written something in a while and need an excuse to write something.

So yeah… no drawing, and some writing practice.

Project OAD - Pollen Overdose Incident

It was a busy night. The sun had set not to long ago. The wind whistled a quiet toon, with most of the residents out about in the night.

A warm glow from the streets lights filled the streets of the vanilla kingdom. Everyone going out to restaurants, parties, drinking, even something as simple as a late night walk. everyone was enjoying themselves in their own way.

Away from the crowds, Pure Vanilla’s castle stood high with this night. A single light barely visible within only one window. Which one? The bedroom. The bedroom you reside in.

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Pure Vanilla and White Lily were out for the night, so it was just you all alone for one. Even tho you couldn’t leave his room, you still had some things to do.

You opened up a bottle of juice, chugging it down most of it before pulling it away from your mouth. Some juice spilled on your attire yet didn’t bother to notice. You let out a sigh of relief, clearly enjoying your time as a wide smile from ear to ear beamed from your face. 

“Sugar Swam, this feels amazing hic I don’t remember hic the last time I felt this gr-great.”

Your words were slurred, a bit gibberish, but still understandable. Your cheeks having a blush of red, complementing the orange glow from the dimly lit candle that stood near you. Looking out through the window, you look down at the bustling streets during this night. 

You looked down before chuckling to yourself. “Yeah, they’re not gonna hic be here for a long while.”

You chug down the last of the juice, shaking and putting it to the side before reaching out to a lot of glass bottles of juice. You grabbed one of them and began to chug it down once more. You knew how much they were, thank to Hollyberry, but did know how… great the taste was.

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The night had settled down. Most of the residents had left home, the once crowed streets now lay empty with some liter flowing through the wind. A quiet atmosphere engulfing the vanilla kingdom as the lights from houses and buildings turned off one by one. Only one from the castle remained as the only light.

Pure Vanilla and White Lily walked down the halls, holding one another close as they smile warmly. A bit tired, but overall happy. 

“I enjoy our time together,” White Lily said, her tone soft yet slightly worn out. As though she has tired. “I do wish Y/N was with us tho…”

“Indeed,” answered Pure Vanilla, his tone matching White Lily’s, but his face betrayed that of worry and sadness. “But it was nice to spend time with just the two of us. It has been far too long since we had time for ourselves.”

“I suppose so. I certainly enjoyed this, yet it doesn’t feel the same without Y/N. They bring so much life when we go out with them. Just seeing them so cheerful and joyful brings happiness to everyone… to us.”

Pure Vanilla remained silent. He couldn’t really go against it, she was right after all. You didn’t go out that much, yet begged to go out so many times. A bit concerning to him that you wanted to be out for so long, but he didn’t mind, he just enjoyed how much better, bar-able things were when you were there.

He let out a heavy sigh before speaking. “I know. But sometimes, it best if we leave them out. Let them have time for themselves, you know?”

“But what if they get hurt?” White Lily asked. “Or worse, think about being with her than us…?”

The two just stared at each other before laughing out loud. Despite their worries, even they knew you wouldn’t be near her after all she caused you.

The two got closer to the bedroom door, coughing a little on their own laughter. Pure Vanilla reached the door and quietly opened it. Both suspected you to be asleep during this time. Yet when they walked in, they found the bed empty and juice bottles littered around the desk. 

They got worried, their first instinct was to look around, thinking you probably somehow left the room or hid somewhere. Before they could do anything, White Lily was pushed forward as someone held onto them.

“Ack- w-wha-“ before White Lily could say anything, she was kissed on the cheek multiple times before the culprit revealed themselves through incoherently mumbling and rapid kissing. 

Pure Vanilla watched in pure jealousy astonishment as you hugged and kissed White Lily in a drunken, childish manner. A smile shining brightly within the dark room, holding onto a shocked White Lily while rubbing your red cheeks.

Pure Vanilla and White Lily didn’t feel mad or confused, far from it. They felt something much more different. They felt something only they felt when by each others. They felt…

… G O O D

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A golden light pieces the clouds, a beam of light filling the room. Slowly you wake up, your head feeling like a rat had replaced your brain and is trying to hit its way out. Your vision slowly returns to you as you look at the edge of the bed. Seeing a robe, sleeveless dress, and some other clothes thrown to the edge of the bed. Looking you, you see your body was covered in kiss marks of blues and greens. Not a single inch of dough was spared. As well as… the smell of juice and lilies?

“What in the…?” You mumbled to yourself, groaning as the pain in your head decided to get worse. You didn’t notice the sound of sheets moving as someone lifted their head up.

“Good morning,” White Lily mumbled, her face and neck having kiss marks of blues and grays all around. She was still tired, looking as tho most of her brain was asleep with one functioning brain cell awake.

“What the-“ you were cut of as an arm pulled you back down onto the bed. Looking to your side to see a sleepy Pure Vanilla cuddling up to you a little more.

“Five more minutes…” Pure Vanilla whispered, White Lily following suit and cuddling up next to you. 

You sat there, unable to do anything as you stare up at the ceiling. With two powerful cookies sleeping next to you. And the inablility to remember what you did last night.

“Not to self: never drink that much juice” you thought to yourself. “But maybe offer some to them just in case…”

I may fix some stuff later. Maybe add some drawings here and there, but who knows

[ssa-dado]

Hi! So following up from your (incredible) breakdown of Hotch's apartment, I've always wondered why stayed in the apartment to raise Jack after Foyet/100 and I'd love to hear your thoughts about it!

Obviously, his and Haley's marital house was out after everything but the same apartment he got stabbed in is wild to me and to then to Jack who was held hostage by the guy who stabbed Hotch by the dining table? I get if it was for security with less points of direct entry but Foyet got in??? Is there a garden or green space for Jack to play in? Does Hotch do a background check on all new tenants?

Anyway, this is not anti-apartment slander because I happily live in one myself but I'm so interested in why Hotch would since he clearly has the means (Rolex watches are not cheap lmao) and this feels like the right platform to discuss it haha what do you think?

Breaking down Hotch's apartment layout until someone from Criminal Minds slides into my DMs with the damn floorplans: (The Empire Strikes Back)

I’ve thought about this a lot (maybe too much) and I honestly believe Hotch stayed in that apartment building for a mix of reasons. It’s not just one thing. Maybe one factor weighed heavier than the others, but ultimately, I picture him doing one of those classic pros and cons lists, like the fussy man he is, and letting the whole picture guide the decision... does it make sense??

Now, if we look at the architectural typology of his building, we know it follows a comb-plan layout - meaning it features two semi-enclosed, semi-public green spaces that are open toward the street. (I even made a little sketch to visualize it because I’m a visual learner... Like, I don’t know what “Hotch’s hands” means until I see them. Someone please send references...pls???)

That said, the green spaces aren’t the reason he stayed. Sure, the building has them, but they’re likely shared among all tenants, mostly decorative, and maybe even off-limits in terms of actual use (some buildings do that.. yikes). Plus, they’re super open to the street, which means they’re not really safe or private enough for Jack to play in.

So I don’t think the green spaces themselves were the selling point.

I think he stayed because of the overall architectural quality of the building. It's a historic structure (from mid 1920s-1930s??) that’s been carefully restored, updated with 21st-century systems and amenities, and built with high-quality materials and finishes. Maybe there’s a park nearby where Jack can actually play safely. Maybe it’s closer to his school. It also doesn’t strike me as a suburban area, which could be another plus - city life offers access to public transportation, shops, cultural spaces, sports activities… all of which might've played into the decision.

I am so so so so here for this headcanon and I fuck so much with the background check idea because yes, he absolutely asked Garcia for help and no, he doesn’t think that was an overstep. It was a precaution. For Jack.

Also, I’m convinced he’s very active in the tenant community.

He’s the one who created the condo group chat - no one asked him to, but it’s impeccably organized, with pinned messages and!!! a color-coded spreadsheet of recycling days (I'm European, this is wired into my DNA, sorry) he made himself at 3 a.m. on Excel. He barely answers texts from his team, but the second someone reports “unusual noises near the trash chute,” he’s replying in 0.3 seconds with “What time? Which floor?”

Sure, he’s fussy about noise (especially when he’s actually home) but he’s also the one everyone turns to when the building manager starts power-tripping or the garbage hasn't been collected. You’ve got a broken washing machine? Hotch already emailed the landlord and the building’s legal obligation clause. Trash not yeeted? He’ll yeet it himself. The man has a complex Google Drive dedicated to tenant rights #prosecutor!Hotch

I will die on the hill he is a chatty grandma. Sure, he’s serious, but he knows everyone’s business, and somehow people trust him with their extra keys and gossip. He's fbi, he's cunty, he has great hair... hello???

(Like, you knock on his door and say, “Sorry to bother-” and he’s already saying, “Your cat escaped again? He's in apartment 127, do you need anything else?”)

Another reason I think he stayed in that apartment is because, most likely between s3 and 4, he started spending some time there with Jack. I’m not sure how the co-parenting with Haley worked logistically, but I can easily imagine him having Jack over on weekends when he wasn’t working, or at least trying to carve out that time. And that apartment became part of Jack’s routine, part of what "home" felt like to him, Hotch probably couldn’t bring himself to move.

I don’t think Hotch stayed there for himself. Psychologically of course, it’s not the healthiest choice (he was literally stabbed there by Foyet) but it is the best choice for his son. And unless you’re talking about his job, Jack always comes first.

And Hotch… Hotch always comes last.

I think he bottled everything up. I don’t even think he fully let himself consider that the apartment might be an unhealthy place to stay in. If the thought of moving did ever cross his mind, I’m almost certain it wasn’t about him. It wasn’t “I don’t feel safe here,” it was: What if someone breaks in again? What if Jack’s here? What if it happens when I’m not home?

He stayed because Jack knew that place. Because changing homes again would be another loss. Another shift. Another instability. And Hotch would rather carry the weight of that trauma alone than risk making his son feel displaced.

Sooooo... yep. That's it. I guess.

Thank you so so so so much for the ask!!! I'm so so so curious to know what are YOUR! thoughts!!

[machveil]

You've got a big beautiful brain I hope you know that. And I'm gonna steal it.

If I may ask ur big brain:

Who of any of the cod characters idk idc do you think is the best cook? But I'm talking, can make gourmet meals outta nothing. Like, all you've got is an MRE and some extra little goodies that someone gifted? Hell yeah brother lemme introduce you to your second favorite thing every to bless your tasters.

Oh you've got essentially nothing in your fridge because you forgot to shop? Np. 👩‍🍳

anon, my brain is all yours, beloved 🧠✨

I’d say König, but he’d just eat anything as is, that’s my truth for him. he could make something nice, but if he’s just hungry he’ll eat what’s there. if you want something, sure, he could probably fix something up, but we’re not talking about the best

I’d also say Simon, but I think he’s just good with meat specifically. sure, he can make sides, a good hearty steak and potatoes guy. and he could definitely make something edible out of nothing, but it might not be great. it would definitely sustain you, but that’s about it (Butcher!Simon, Butcher!Simon, Butcher!Simo—)

honorable mention, I think Keegan would do alright. I think he could actually make MREs not mid/bad. I’ve only tried one (1) MRE that wasn’t kind of shit, but this man? I think Keegan could pull through with some sort of bullshitery to make it somewhat enjoyable. maybe the man smuggles fast food sauce packets, who knows

dream team, because they do it together, I think Johnny and Kyle could put their heads together to make anything. specifically together though, they need two brains firing to cook the good shit up. they’re good by themselves, but destroying it as a team - so much so I want to say they FaceTime each other on leave to cook over the phone. on missions? they’re concocting ways to mix and match different MREs, making Price and Simon sweat with their antics (it always turns out better than they expect). I think they get their cooking skills from their families, they were definitely helpers in the kitchen growing up

Nikolai. no further words

[merethessc]

i am here to ask you about larry butz. you said to and by god i’m here to

YESSSS!! I can finally talk about my blorbo!

honestly i mourn his pre lobotomized/predatory self, but anyways.

I think it’s important to remember that Larry and Phoenix stayed friends since middle school, which kinda had  to make them close/more comfortable around each other, even if they’re not outwardly “close”. Like they’re not the type of friends to go around  talking about their feelings or about something serious, unless it’s REALLY needed.

Also, please, Feenie and Larry were equally down bad, like those two were the same, Phoenix was just able to outgrow that with Mia’s dutiful help. 

During the seven year gap, especially in the very beginning of it, Larry actually was one of the first ones to practically push Phoenix to move on and showed his support in the most blatant way possible. I think most of his friends just took for granted the fact he usually seems to bounce right back up and gave him space to do so. While Larry did what Larry does best - be stubborn, annoying prick, with somewhat best intentions. Genuinely think it was him who found the job for Wright, before disappearing himself. 

I think it’s also funny, in a very morbid way, how all three “chose death” in their own way. Killing the old self out of shame.

Wright was PISSED after learning Larry also worked as an actor, solely because “must you tarnished all my passions??”. While mister Deauxnim was busy ghosting everyone, I’m sure Phoenix kept joking about how Larry is probably off to a law school to fully absorb all of his interests ((much to Edgeworth dismay. Although they’d agree he’d made an okay Judge… at least on par with the current one)). Larry genuinely respects Phoenix (and Edgeworth), and inspires to be at least somewhat like them. At least he wants to be someone who people can look to for support.  

And, I'm going to be honest, do you REALLY believe an amature children's author and illustrator would just stop talking to his friend, who he knows has a kid??? 

Considering he made the both Thinkers, do you think he also lended his voice to the statues? Now that’s a scary thought. 

He’s actually crazy talented, his friends are just too used to look down at him (and have him around to feel better about themselves) to admit it. 

He might be the world's worst wingman, but by God he tries. The second he clocks Edgeworth's and Wright's bullshit they're done for. He's like a ferret. Equally as annoying, sly and stinky.

some random dialogs from my notes app: 

"I'm still your friend, Nick, whether you like it or not!"

"- You don't have the luxury to mop around anymore, you got that whole ball and chain situation going down, you've settled down, Nick!!! Your daughter I mean!!!

-She's not-  I'm just looking after her until her father returns.

- Nick!!! The old guy just milk and cigaretted you!!! Like you don't remember when fathers say that!!! Where's your daddy after he promised to come back-

 -okay OKAY I GOT THAT"

"Oooh I'm going to fill out a bunch of job applications!! For your sake!!!"

" - WE just renamed our samurai dog stand to "Olde Tokyo delights" so it would be appropriate to any show that studio is running! We just rename the dogs

-(Huh... That's surprisingly smart and resourceful coming from you..)

-HEY!!! What's with that "it's surprisingly smart and resourceful" look?!?! "

"- Yeah!!! I'm finishing up on my Franzy's Whippity-Whip Trip last chapters!!! I've sent the first chapter to the publisher and they seem excited for what Laurice Deauxnim has in store!

-(Really...?)

-Hey!!!! Quit with that all telling look on your face!"

"-Larry went door to door, sometimes pretending to be me, sometimes just advertising me around different establishments. Eventually he landed me this pianist job at Borsch club.

-But Wright, you can't play piano, can you?

-Neither does Larry, but he was able to convince them that I can. So I'm not wasting his efforts.

-You should’ve told me, I’d… I’d found you something more fitting

-Edgeworth."

"I can't believe it. Even Larry seems to have his life under control and I am..." - Genuinely think it would mess Wright up to know that now HE’S the one left behind by his friends.

[gabbrofan27]

No. I’ll write More about hearthian music. Nobody can stop me, I’ll think till the sun explodes

obviously music is important. It’s how they keep history, how they connect (and stay connected) with each other, how they express community. But what is music outside of that. Because all of that, that’s just music In General, like for Real for real. So why does it matter so much to them? What does daily life look like? Like actually?

I don’t think they’re singing songs all the time, that would just drive slate or rutile insane. But I think music is present in most situations. think like singing softly to themselves as they work (ie spinel’s fishing rhyme). When some of the more musically-oriented hearthians get a break from work, their playing can usually be heard across the valley, giving a soft touch to whatever everyone may be doing. The observatory could have some recorder constantly playing music, almost like a makeshift radio station, so anyone with a signalscope can bring a tune with them wherever they may go

like we can see with the OWV members, they’d likely use music, or at least audio, for communication and safety as well. Tektite fighting a fire, whistling to themself a tune that others in the village, when scanning for, would know that the situation is alright. When lost or injured, the young are taught to sing or whistle at all times, so as for anyone searching for them to hear them or detect them across vast distances, find them easier and faster.

and so, while signalscopes may not be common tools for every hearthian, likely some form of the scope’s audio detector would be made available for everyone. the more people you have that can sweep an area, the better their chances of being found. Everyone’s got a little scanner they can use to tap into the music around them. They likely cannot isolate speech like they can with music (either due to technical limitations or as a set limit to make tapping into someone’s conversation impossible)

I like to imagine daily life with music for the hearthians is like what music is to us, except a lot more present due to its cultural significance. The music one makes with another, for another, is beautiful and cherished. But the music one makes with themself, by themself, to pass the time, speaks a lot about that hearthian’s character

[booniebaby141]

Y/N, who gets the 141 into Rupauls Drag Race and they get REALLY invested…

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Y/N likes Rupauls Drag Race and openly watches it in the common room, much to the dismay of the other recruits. They would much rather be watching footie or some rerun of an old action movie for the 50th time, but being one of the strongest, most dangerous members on the 141 had its privileges. One of them being no one DARED fuck with you when you were watching Drag Race, that doesn’t mean they didn’t relentlessly tease you about it at first.

Soap and Gaz tease you the most when they see you snapping your fingers and cheering on the queens like they’re physically in front of you. They hear you in the common room shouting out “Yass queen!” And just HAVE to say something.

Soap: Aye, how come I never get that reaction when I’m in my best duds?

Gaz: Yeah mate, are we not fabulous enough for you in ghillie suits and black eye paint?

Soap: It’s the same steamin bloody face paint, only, tactical… You’d get wasted in a second on the field if you came out looking like that! They’re like exotic birds!

Y/N: I think you boys are missing the point of the show, and drag in general. Besides, I think there’s a difference between doing makeup, and running a stick of black paint over your eyes…

Gaz: There’s a point to it beyond big wigs, drama, and dancing on bar tops?

Ohhhh boy were they about to get a herstory lesson…

Thankfully Soap will listen to literally anything, anyone has to say regarding their interests, no matter how weird or niche. He just wants to know about people and why they ‘are the way they are.’ He was curious as to what you specifically liked about the show. Plus, his ADHD let him soak up information like a sponge.

Gaz, surprisingly took a genuine interest in the history lesson about drag throughout the ages and its significance in each time. Eventually, they both found themselves intrigued and let you explain EVERYTHING. All the way from the Stonewall riots, the history of Rupaul, the Pulse nightclub tragedy, to the current season of Drag Race you were rewatching for the 10th time.

Soap found it fascinating you knew so much about a history that was often not spoken of in military settings for specific reasons. Gaz found it fascinating when he looked over and saw to his surprise, a beautiful queen coming down the runway. She wore metallic blue thigh highs and a bright pink minidress with a bright green top half. The cherry on top was the neon strapping around her neck and chest that lead into a bright pink, faux fur jacket. He was enamoured.

Gaz: What’s her name?

Soap: You do know that’s a dude in a dress right?

He pointed at the screen, getting Soaps attention. He let out a low wolf whistle as the queen sauntered down the runway…

Soap: Fine she’s not that bad, just too serious for me. But aye, what is her name?

Y/N: That would be Shea Couleé…

It didn’t take long for you to get the two hooked. They insisted you start the season over so they could watch from episode one. You agreed, if for nothing else than to finally have someone else watch TV with you. They got into the competition FAST, learning the lingo and the staple challenges (Snatch Game, The Ball, The Makeover, and the Rusicals).

You were about halfway through the season with them when Ghost and Price returned from an Op, exhausted and barely able to make it to their own beds. They both decided to just crash on the common room couches, only to find one of them occupied by you, Gaz, and Soap.

Soap: Aye! You’re back L.T! Just in time for the lipsync.

Ghost: …What?

Gaz: *sighing* How was the Op Sir?

Price: Ughh, not good. Switch over to 23, London’s got a game on.

Soap and Gaz: NO!

Ghost and Price looked at you incredulously before looking to see what you three were watching…

Ghost: Fucking hell…

Price: Tell me you didn’t y/n…

Y/N: Guilty…

Eventually, exhaustion won over and both decided they were too tired to argue and flopped down on the adjacent couch. It started with a few absentminded flickers over to the screen when one of you made a comment, then the occasional “hmm…” or “oh, that’s interesting.” When they too started asking questions, a little smile graced your face and you knew it was only a matter of time before you reeled the other two in…

Ghost was first, finding himself actually enjoying the workroom stories and banter. Some of the queens told stories of their past that reminded him of his own father; abusive, drunk, judgemental, and downright terrifying. He had more in common with some of them than he thought…

One night, Price finds him alone in the common room, catching up on the rest of the season. He chuckled but eventually plopped down and joined him in amusement.

Price: Don’t tell me they’ve got YOU hooked on it too now…

Ghost: It’s actually not that bad Sir, and you can’t deny… They’re crafty, could probably fashion weapons from their own clothing…

Price: Hmmph, you don’t say?

Ghost pointed to his current favourite Queen from the season, noting her intellect and ingenuity.

Ghost: See her? She’s pretty fucking smart, and educated, and doesn’t take fuck all from anybody. They could even make a decent soldier if they weren’t, you know, on the field in a dress.

Price chuckled before finally giving in and asking to be filled in with the details. Ghost insisted he just start from the beginning so Price could be caught up…

It didn’t take much convincing before they had binged the whole season in a single night, joining the rest of you for the finale.

Needless to say, when you, Gaz, and Soap saw the Captain and Lieutenant walk into the common room the next morning with popcorn and whiskey, you knew you had them HOOKED.

Price: Well? What are you waiting for?

Ghost: Put the finale on! I need to see if she wins!

Soap: Aye in your dreams, Peppermint’s gonna slay the house down boots.

Good God Soap was using drag lingo, what monster have you created?

~~~

ALSO, here’s who I think the 141 would be rooting for in the Season 9 finale…

Price 🚬 • Trinity Taylor

Price would definitely be a lover of the pageant queens for their professionalism, poise, and no bullshit attitude; and Trinity was the whole package with a WHOLE lotta ass for Price to admire, before you told him it was plastic… He just called it ‘tactical silicone’ which was about the funniest thing you had heard all week.

Ghost 👻• Sasha Velour

We know this man has taste, cmon. She’s different, he’s different. She’s weird but intelligent, so is he. She looked and spoke of everything with such a unique and educated perspective. He appreciated a queen who could give a narrative through their drag. He beamed when she won and didn’t stop talking about the rose petal wig reveal for at least 2 months after the episode.

Soap 🧼• THE NUMBER ONE QUEEN IS P-E-P-P-E-R, BITCH YOU KNOW THE REST!

Soap is a life of the party guy and Peppermint would definitely be at the top of his guest list. She made him laugh throughout the whole season, kept things light and fun, and her laugh in general was infectious. He said if she doesn’t win the crown, she had BETTER win Miss congeniality… Oh Soap you poor bastard…

Gaz 🧢• Shea Couleé

Do I even need to explain myself? Gaz looked at statistics, and she had the most wins, most consistent performance, and not to mention, she was smoking hot… Gaz has to remind himself occasionally “dude in a dress, dude in a dress, dude in a dress.” Despite that, he doesn’t hesitate to scream out “You better werk!” Everytime she comes down the runway, wagging his finger and everything.

[nightscythe]

You've mentioned that drukhari/aeldari are your personal interest. Do you have any fun headcanons about you'd like to share or thoughts about a potential relationship with a baseline human? 👀👀👀

I love the regular big boys but the space elves just tickle a different part of my brain and there's a severe lack of content for them in the wh40k tumblr fandom 😩😩

to be fair, there's a lack of content from gw for them as well... not through lack of their writers trying, i'm sure. i hope.

aeldari

falling for you

they don’t want to be interested in you, but they can’t help it. everything you do becomes something they yearn for. you throw away a notebook? they’ve kept it. studied it; taken everything they can from it because they think its their only way to know the real you. human emotion becomes a hook for them, though they’d never ask you for it. it’s almost a personal challenge, how they can make you laugh, see you smile, burn with confidence that they’d not expected. but if you’re sad or they see you cry? they’d be prepared to move heaven and earth for you. but, they’re fearful of what having such feelings for you, a human, might do for them. this fear will make them come across as them being utterly condescending, because how could someone like you become important to them without a reason? their inner thoughts and anxieties that are very very rarely shared will be a reoccurring problem. when they’re past that, they’re all yours. “in another lifetime, this would have been easy. unfortunately, fate has not been written that way.”

light moments

they’d never let you be in a situation where harm would come to you. they’d chastise themselves over a bruise you got, even if it was accidental or unavoidable. their protection is because they simply couldn’t live without you. and that can go even further. they are terrified of a life without you, and they’re ashamed to even admit it. every part of you is sacred to them. they’d learn each curve of your body, each scar, freckle, mark, line, etc. they’d know the causes, the stories, trace every scar like scripture and worship you until the end of time, wondering why they’d been cursed to have a kindred spirit with such fragile mortality. sharing parts of their life is important to them too. they shouldn’t share so much with you, but they want to. their patronising demeanours would begin to fade overtime. they’d be irritated you couldn’t speak their tongue perfectly but even if it frustrates them, they’d quietly find it adorable. if ever you reached for them, in your sleep or if you were worried, it would shatter them. they’d be stunned to silence as they begin to contemplate just how much you mean t them. you’re their salvation. but your life is so short. too short. “you’re the only thing in this galaxy that feels real to me.”

dark moments

they’d never understand what they feel. sometimes they’re cold, clinical. feeling doesn’t sink through with what they are doing and you may find yourself questioning how much you mean to them. you know they care, but how much they care could be debated – they’re partially afraid to show it (because that makes it real) and partially forget that the trivial nature of love is important to you. if you hurt them, even unintentionally, that feeling is doubled. tripled. every part of them they worked to build past comes right back to them. but they never allow themselves to hurt you in return. they don’t think that’s fair. they could be so cruel, but they never allow themselves to be with you – and maybe that makes it worse sometimes. but no matter what, they’d come back to you, always seek you out, wanting you right back with them no matter what the cost. they may seem a bit controlling. they think they know what’s best for you and only want to help, its never meant to be more than that. most definitely argumentative to the highest degree and always think they are right, arguing a case even when they realise they might be wrong. that can be infuriating. “this has never been easy for me. think clearly, and you’ll see things how i see them.”

intimate moments

did you ever know an eldar could be so shy? they worry they won’t be enough for you, ironically, concerned that they'd not be able to fulfil your needs (though outwardly, they'll be a little arrogant and despondent about it). they'll never beg, but they will act like they did. they'll worship you again, they'll use their mouth for hours before moving on. the way you writhe beneath them has their body shuddering. typically submissive, so eager to please and do well, but they can hold the leash of dominance if required (and of course, there is the occasional outlier - but even then they're at the behest of your pleasure). hours mean nothing to them, they’d go for days if you were able to, just to prove their feelings to you. anything intimate is a ritual for them, really. “you rival even the stars. won’t you let me have one more taste?”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦. 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦. 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

drukhari

falling for you

you’re a challenge they feel like they need to beat but accidentally start to catch feelings for you – then channel that energy straight into everything but love (but they do love you, its just… not that easy for them). at first they just mock you and everything you live by. it’s a defence for them, a way for them to hide from anything buried beneath. so fragile compared to them, such a small little soul that they should have just killed when they got the chance. but they didn’t; instead they’re sitting on a wall watching, completely fascinated. they’re intrigued by your softness and your warmth. the first time you try to hug them they are frozen in place. they ask for more on the pretence of conductive research. they like the way their fingertips sink into your flesh. and a kiss? its like a fatal wound. this is almost a slow burn romance with them as they realise you mean more to them than anything, anyone else. “don’t confuse my clemency for anything other than my need to see you breathe.”

light moments

you mean everything to them. they watch you sleep. watch you eat. watch you fumble around with clothes every time you get dressed and prance around without their grace. they’d find things that reminded you of them, another more human pleasure they’d picked up on, but it’s always something that has a piece of them in it too. like your name carved into a bone that reminded them of your own. or a blade custom made for your liking. they’ll never admit its so they can see you smile. they start to listen to you, unwisely most of the time. if you said stop, they would hesitate. no one else’s words would even reach them. however, they also think that they can impress you by demonstrating their excellence in murder. eventually they’ll settle for impressing you with other things they can do with their hands. your pleasures accidentally become their comforts. they didn’t understand why the softness of a pillow mattered at first. thought how you made your tea was over the top. but now they crave it because it reminds them of you – a connection to something they’ve never had before. they’d protect you from the entire galaxy if they needed to – you’re the only thing they don’t want to destroy after all. love doesn’t really exist, not to them. but you give them a feeling that they can run off for years, and they never ever want to let it go. you taught them how to feel. that’s more than they can ask from anyone. “such a little thing, i sometimes find myself wondering how we even ended up in the same world.”

dark moments

possessiveness incarnate. if anyone so much as looks at you they are planning their death. don’t ask and they won’t tell, but really, they’d love to say how many necks they’ve cut just for your smile and may make slight references to it. it may take a while for them to realise you don’t want them to kill anyone for you, even as proof of their affection. they may seem like they don’t care. pain isn’t the same for you and them. they can argue with you, they can make you feel so small and remind you that they could have killed you a thousand times over but they don’t. so how do they not care? they’d struggle to change their mind, expecting you to just realise. they’ll always seek you out though. the regret would silently ruin them, so they’d never leave a moment to simmer bitterly between you, never want to spend a night away from you with the beginnings of regret bordering on their minds. they’d rather you hate them than leave them. so they sometimes push things to the extreme. they shouldn't, but they do. especially when learning that your fear isn’t as enjoyable as your love. “even death won’t provide you an escape from me. fortunately.”

intimate moments

the switchiest of any xenos, obviously. they can be your pet, they can be your owner. both, if you want. they want you to stroke their hair and choke them, and they’ll do the same right back. anything you want, of course. because its your sounds and your taste that feeds them at the end of the day. teasing is a love language, in as many ways as you can think. words, touching, biting; they have a billion and one ways to make you frustrated and overwhelmed at the same time. hearing you say thank you is a blessing. could be for one of those gifts, could be because they let you climax, could be because they chose to not end your life. but don’t worry, their love means you’re always rewarded. prepare for overstimulation, begging, ties and being watched - they're happy to watch you go solo too. don't worry, they'll take good care of you afterwards. sex to them may be meaningless, but with you its different. prepare to beg, a thousand times over. “did i say that you could stop begging, pet? back on your knees.”

this is your sign to request eldar content from me. i even have eldar ocs. tell me what you want, i'll provide.

[venusinmyrrh]

I used to work at an occult store, and while this wasn’t my area of expertise, I have some recs! I'll preface this by saying that generally most astrology texts are self-help books, in the sense that astrology is a field designed to give you a framework to understand and improve yourself and your life, and if it doesn't do that, there's no point. That being said, it sounds like you're looking for something with more depth and information than your average Cosmo article. Understandable! Most people aren't actually curious to know the ins and outs of the discipline, they just want to know what they can blame their poor communication skills on. (Usually themselves.)

The Inner Sky by Steven Forrest is by far the most highly recommended book I've come across. It’s praised as accessible, thorough, and well-organized, and I know multiple people who say this was their gateway to astrology. I think it might be exactly what you’re looking for.

(If you like his style, or any topic in that book piques your interest, here's the link to his other, more specific books.)

Ada Pembroke is the astrologer who put me onto Steven Forrest! She writes excellent blog posts that focus on using astrology to tell the story of you and your life, which was extremely helpful for me once I’d gathered all my chart info but didn’t know what to do with it. She’s active on her blog and on Instagram, and if you find yourself stuck in your studies, her Tea with an Astrologer sessions are a great place to turn.

Austin Coppock is an old-fashioned astrologer in the style of Copernicus and Dee— he’s got it all down to as precise a science as it can be, with endless calculations that are dazzling in their complexity. He does have a book, as well as several lecture series on various specific astrological topics, but this stuff is pretty advanced, and to be honest most of the time I have no goddamn idea what he’s talking about. Still, his work is the hardest science you’ll find in this field, so if that’s what you’re into it’s worth checking out.

I also can’t NOT recommend Kaitlin Coppock of Sphere & Sundry. She’s a creator and purveyor of magical materia in collaboration with her husband Austin— he calculates and recommends the most auspicious astrological elections, and she creates and performs the rituals to infuse their products with magical energy. Each of her product lines focuses on a specific placement of a planet or star: Jupiter in Sagittarius, Mercury in Gemini, Exalted Venus, etc.

The products are good (I’ve bought them myself!), but imo, the real gems are the extensive essays Kaitlin writes to explain how each series was created and what it’s meant to do. They are incredible. You have got to read at least one. It’s like attending PhD-level college courses if the lectures were delivered in the style of transcendental meditations. I adore them, and they’re so full of information I feel like I’m getting away with something by accessing them for free.

(Note: I know many of these astrologers are Selling Product, but there’s a difference between scammers and people who are extremely knowledgeable making their living profiting from that knowledge. I promise all these folks are the latter.)

Hope this helps! If you’d like any more, I can ask around my old friends from the shop!

Does anyone have any recommendations for...I'm trying to think how to put this...guides to astrology that don't require a lot of buy-in from the reader on all of that stuff being true?

Like, books that explain, in detail, what having any given sign in any given planet/house (I don't know all the terminology; this is why I want the guidebook) is alleged to indicate about a person's personality+future, maybe with extra notes about the effects of various combinations/interactions, but frames it a little bit more like a mythology the reader is trying to learn about, rather than a belief system they're trying to internalize?

I don't mean stopping every two pages to go "Obviously this isn't true." I don't even necessarily mean that the author can't think it's true. I just mean something that's more textbook than self-help guide.

[cartoonguy08]

Guys. I’m begging you. Don’t crucify me PLEASE

Cigarettes out the Window by TV Girl plays when they’re around him

OKAY I’M DONE I’M DONE— 🙌🙌

I don’t know if this will get me banned from Tumblr

[winnie-the-monster]

But Elain was staring over Nesta’s shoulder. At Lucien—whose face she had finally taken in.

Dark brown eyes met one eye of russet and one of metal. Nesta was still weeping, still raging, still inspecting Elain—Lucien’s hands slackened at his sides.

His voice broke as he whispered to Elain, “You’re my mate?”

Things I wanna know #253640: what was going on through Elain’s and Lucien’s mind during this moment. I need to know!

[hellinhawkins]

hot take but I don’t think that lucas or dustin (or anyone, for that matter, other than maybe robin) are going to see what’s going on between mike and will until it happens. they don’t suspect ANYTHING. when they actually get together everyone’s going to be shocked

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Outdrawn

f/f contemporary romance

two cartoonist who’ve been rivals since uni, and now have competing webcomics online, have to work together on the relaunch of a cult classic at the comic press they both work at

they both struggle with art-related physical and mental health issues, and complicated families

[headfullof-ideas]

Some more Side-side characters for my HTTYD crossover that I’ve been cooking up in the background. A few of these guys are antagonists, while others are filling up space in other areas. I’m not entirely happy with how some of them turned out, but I am way too tired to deal with it, so I’ll tweak design aspects and colors in future drawings

I’m planning to talk about a few of these character at a later date, revealing who exactly they are and what not

[pinkfey]

i don’t know if this is a lord of fortune rook-specific thing or an elf-specific thing but that random lore drop that rook was a tevinter slave was uhhhhh upsetting and disgusting