#adjacent at least

[qsmpbutwithsignlanguage]

btw if I see anyone going at Quackity for being emotional or victimizing himself, I will not grant you the privilege of hearing out your opinion, I will block you. On site. Without remorse.

He A) is a victim. He has been doxxed, harrassed, stalked, and sent death threats. These things are crimes that Quackity is a victim of, and I think it's insane if you believe he's victimizing himself when he is a fucking victim.

And B) he is allowed to be emotional when he's afraid for his life? Actually, in general he's allowed to be emotional, that's not a question, but now more than ever. Celebrities and influencers have teared up far more over far less without anywhere near as much backlash.

This isn't a discussion to be had. If you believe he's unreasonably emotional or victimizing himself in the situation then make yourself known now so we can both block each other and never interact again.

I mean it.

[sesamestreep]

another genre of “best TOS episodes” (there are many of these btw) is when Kirk’s stuck someplace and they don’t know where exactly he is and he’s having some fuckass plotline by himself and Spock’s gotta figure out where tf he is and then he does and figures out how to get to him (usually by doing something completely experimental that could very easily not work at all and he is, of course, not worrying about this in the slightest) and he just fucking saunters into wherever Jim is (usually being held prisoner or something) and Jim’s like “oh yay Spock is here ♥️” like no questions asked, like of course Spock is here in the [checks notes] inter-dimensional space created by manipulative, hostile aliens or the [checks notes again] exact replica of the enterprise created by, yep, manipulative, hostile aliens

[starryoak]

As someone raised by atheists and only exposed to Christianity through stuff like Veggietales, to this day I still can’t intellectually wrap my mind about a genuine belief in religion, as in actually believing any of that shit actually happened. Like. Literally all of the major events described in almost every religion is stuff that factually cannot have happened if you understand almost any science or even just the fact that nothing like that ever has any evidence it can happen now. And people just. Politely ignore that fact? Like I understand that to a lot of people religion is about community and rituals and not so much the actual texts, but like. The fact that magic isn’t real is entirely undeniable. Most everything in the holy texts of most major religions is stuff that we know from how science works doesn’t exist and can’t have happened. And that for some reason doesn’t bother people? They just. Believe in it anyway? I can’t understand that perspective. To me, something being true is actually important, and the fact that religions say that things that aren’t real exist says that they aren’t reliable sources for basing my understanding of the world on. Again, I understand that most people don’t think about that, that religion is primarily about social cohesion and tradition and rituals and not about whether it’s literally true or not. But that perspective is just incredibly alien to me. It’s just weird, that most people can apparently just. Politely ignore that science has completely invalidated nearly everything religion says is true, and still for some reason believe in it anyway.

[equilateralromance]

let their blood rain from the sky etc

[amundsenxcook]

always thinking about cookmundsen prison era

literally always thinking about amundsen turning on most every person in his life as he got older, becoming more paranoid and closed off and mistrusting. thinking about him sinking into his debts and being cast aside and becoming so depressed, he describes it as the lowest point of his life.

thinking about amundsen in an american hotel picking up pen and paper and writing a letter to a friend. and even though that friend is in prison, he is still a friend. even though the press had defamed him, even though the law had persecuted him. or maybe because of it – fred cook was roald amundsens friend.

thinking about fred refusing to see visitors, being ashamed of his status and situation, not wanting to see his ex wife or family or anyone.

thinking about fred agreeing to see amundsen.

thinking about amundsen never doubting or badmouthing fred. thinking about fred never envying amundsen. no rivalry, no jealousy, no resentment between the heroes of north and south. (one each.)

thinking about amundsen saying that he would have gone to visit fred even if fred had committed crimes much worse than the ones he was imprisoned for. thinking about amundsen not even knowing what fred did. thinking about amundsen not caring.

thinking about the gifts. a book and an embroidered tablecloth, both crafted in prison. thinking about the tablecloth being displayed in amundsens reception room, where anyone who��d come to visit would see it. thinking about it still lying there today.

thinking about hands clasped tightly. thinking about fred inventing words of comfort and love exchanged between them.

thinking about “come and see me again, captain, won’t you?” and thinking about “i certainly will, doctor.”

[mzminola]

Headcanon to deal with canon errors: Jack Drake was actually married three times; first to a woman named Catherine (divorced), second to Janet (would have divorced if Janet had lived), third to Dana (probably actually would have stayed married if Jack lived).

Headcanon based on this to deal with fics that do Janet dirty: all fics with Business Ice Queen / Hyper Negligent / Outright Abusive Fanon "Janet" actually take place in AUs were Jack never divorced Cathy.

[puppytopper]

on exploration: been thinking a lot about bladder control. i don’t think it’s the water sports aspect that i’m enjoying but rather the idea of absolute control, of making a sub ask me for permission to go, of using them to cockwarm and slowly fuck as they get more and more desperate, begging me to let them go, until they’re crying about how they can’t hold it anymore and everything feels too good.

and then making them come and wet themselves on accident. helping them clean up afterwards, telling them how good they were for me. reassuring them that it’s okay they couldn’t hold it in the end, because it gives me a chance to make them try again.

[bravelysanta]

IT'S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR - BRAVELY SECRET SANTA

Link to the form

The boring stuff/Deadlines: 1)  You have until (Sunday) October 20 at 1 AM EST to sign up. I’ll also be posting regular updates so follow bravelysanta at Twitter/Tumblr/Bluesky.

This is a hard deadline. If you miss it, you miss it! Try again next year!

REMEMBER THAT YOU MUST JOIN THE GROUP ON SNEAKY SANTA - the link will show up after you fill out the form.  Email me at fairyglowcharm @ gmail if you forgot to join it.

2) On the afternoon of October 20th, you will receive an email with the name of the person that you’ll be gifting via Sneaky Santa.

I will check-in a couple of times between mid-Nov and early-Dec. Please use these check-ins as opportunities to tell me if you need help!

3) Gifts are due anytime between December 22nd - 29th. If you will not be able to post it during that time, submit/msg me beforehand and I’ll post it for you.

4) If you think you may not meet the deadline, please contact me immediately and no later than December 21st. But please don’t sign up if you know your availability will be iffy in the first place.

5) If signing up as a pinch-hitter, those will be due by Jan 1st.

Guidelines:

1) If you must cancel your application, please notify me immediately either via email (fairyglowcharm @ gmail) or the bravelysanta accounts, preferably before assignments are chosen on Oct 22. If you find you cannot meet the gifting deadline and need an extension, please also notify me before Dec 21st. 

2) When filling out your name on the Sneaky Santa website, please include your social media handle (either Tumblr or Twitter/Bluesky), so your Santa knows how to @ you. Example - Koma (komatsujo). 

3) Remember that you are gifting a present to someone, and be prepared to spend at least some time on it. No one likes a last-minute gift!

4) Both fanart and fanfic are accepted as submissions. Santees, do not specifically request one or the other.

5) No AI generated art or fanfiction is allowed. The point of this is to create something for someone. Everyone of all talent levels is invited to join, to share the love of Bravely.

6) If you know there is a game, character, or ship that you don't wish to create content about, please indicate that in the last question of the form. I will do my best to exclude pairing you up with someone who is requesting a gift regarding those items, but please understand that I can't make promises if wishlists are not filled out.

7) Please try to complete your wishlists before Oct 20th for these reasons.

8) When creating your wishlists, please do not specifically request fanart or fanfic (example: do not request specifically fanart of the Crystal Crew as kids, instead of requesting something like “I would love to see the Crystal Crew as kids, doing something cute”). However, you should have more than 1 item on your wishlist. Please try to have 3-5 different items so your Santa has some freedom! 

9) Specifically requesting shippy gifts is allowed, but no NSFW material, either in wishlists or presents. This is mostly about smut, but also be mindful with gore and violence.  

10) Your wishlist and present MUST include Bravely themes or characters, such as Bravely Default 1 or 2, Bravely Second, Fairy’s Effect, Brilliant Lights, Praying Brage, etc. With the presence of Bravely characters in Octopath: COTC, Octopath characters + Bravely characters is allowed, though please be mindful of spoilers for the Octopath games. Same applies to other Team Asano games. 

11) Please try to keep your assignments private! Talk about them with friends in DM all you want, but if someone can find out that you’re their Santa on social media, that ruins the surprise!

12) Please tag submissions as #bravelysanta2024 !

13) If there is anything else you would like to specifically avoid during Secret Santa, up to and including a specific person, please indicate as such in the last question. These answers will be private and will never be shared with anyone outside of myself. This includes if you don't want to be matched with me, I'm a people manager, I can take it.

Link to the form is here!

[loveswirl]

source!

[deuteroganist]

i didn't like how this turned out, alas

[bafflement]

Death, And Other Circumstances Best Avoided

Written for day three of the @remnants-of-rwby-events Vytal festival. :D

Original characters let me introduce Nicky Schnee to the equation. Tip's older brother and very dead in the original deaged Oz AU.

But not, necessarily, here...

@emmy-way The very first shot in a new AU of the Tipverse, hope you enjoy. :D

AO3 link:

Plain Text:

“Say hello to mommy for me, Schnee brat!” The rough man snarled into Nicky’s face. The boy was pale but his eyes were hard blue pools as he waited for whatever was going to come next. There was no escaping it, for all that it wasn’t fair. He was only fifteen, surely if they had a real problem with his family, then they could take it to his father? Although by the same token, maybe they’d been scared to. Papa was strong, respected… there would have been a great many others standing between him and any threats. How had he gotten separated from the others, though? They’d been right there… right up until they hadn’t. He’d thought they were his friends, though. At least that they’d care if anything happened to him. Did it matter, now though? They weren’t here, could no more protect him than Nicky himself could the baby brother that he’d lost. If he was to die here, protesting against the wrongs that Atlas had committed over the decades, then at least he knew that his father would be proud of him. Wherever he was, maybe Winter would be, too? He thought of his brave, sweet baby brother and closed his eyes, just as the axe fell. Even for Mantle… today was cold.

It was a sunny day in Vale. The sun sent shafts of light into Beacon and Ozpin couldn’t help but smile. He had a lot of paperwork to do, but that was par for the course. Though he was far from the only councilman of Vale, the duties tended to pile up on him rather. But then, they always had. That was fair, everybody else was busy with their own lives. Here, safe in his tower, looking out over the grounds where his students were busy learning how to be the very best people they could be? The best hunters, the best protectors… hopefully the best versions of themselves? Well, it was quite obvious that he might have rather more time on his hands to do both his job and theirs. They had families, lives outside of the roles they played. He couldn’t dare do the same, considering the risks that posed to those around him.

Oh, if he could, then he would. His fiancée had told him several times that, between them, they could protect any child that might result from their love. Part of him wanted that, he could almost picture a little girl with his hair and his love’s eyes… or a little boy, dark haired and red eyed and just as fierce as Qrow ever was. It was just a dream, though, any child he had would be targeted by those that stood against him. He sighed to himself, regretting again that his circumstances dictated that he could never really have a life of his own. Qrow understood, his friends understood… but the idea of a life that was his to love, his to protect? Oh, he adored his students, would do anything for them. But they had families, had lives of their own. Had other people to care, to delight in their accomplishments and commiserate in their failures. He was just their headmaster, that would never truly be his place. He liked to think that there were exceptions to that rule, but still. he had his regrets.

The teenager’s eyes shot open, registering vaguely that he was a lot warmer that he had been a minute ago. He couldn’t see the man with the axe, couldn’t recognise anything around him. Wherever he was, he was pretty certain that he wasn’t in Mantle anymore. Why wouldn’t he be in Mantle? Surely, if it was somehow his semblance awakening then it should have matched his sister’s, his father’s? Not be some sort of teleportation, for all he was incredibly relieved that he wasn’t actually dead. Why here, though? Wherever here actually was. It was far too warm for Atlas, so maybe he was in Mistral? Vale? There wasn’t enough sand for Vacuo, and he’d heard stories about that kingdom that the frankly breath-taking architecture he was surrounded with didn’t fit into. He felt like he was in a palace, or maybe some sort of museum, but wherever this was felt far more vibrant, more vitally alive than anything he’d ever known. Maybe he could stay here for a day or two, before he went home again? Or maybe he was dreaming, was this some vision before death took him? He closed his eyes again, praying that, wherever this was, it might actually be real.

Coco groaned to herself, too quiet to be heard by the others. Oh, she’d always adored Velvet, her bunny, her other half, but if Fox refused to shut up then she might just strangle him. Oh, the boy was okay as a general rule, but there were times when she loathed the fact that teams, here at Beacon, were at least four years long. She thought that they’d probably get on well enough to last long term, but only if Fox could realise just how far he went at times. It wasn’t even like she disagreed with him, but still… those views were a little extreme, even for their team. But then, considering the news out of Atlas, at just what Jacques Schnee had managed to pull this time, well… it was understandable. Less understandable was Velvet, who, while white lipped and obviously furious at the injustice had yet to give her own opinion. She worried, there… the few times her love had ever outright exploded had never been good for any of them. She might burn slowly, but when she did… well, get out of the way. Coco smirked to herself briefly at the thought of just how far Jacques might run, if faced with Velvet. Of everybody on Remnant, he might deserve it the most.

She blinked, staring at the sight before her, shook her head, looked again. She heard her team muttering around her, obviously just as shocked as she was. There was a boy, kneeling there in the grass, silver hair glinting in the sunlight. His eyes were closed, but she didn’t recognise him, which, had he been a student, she would have done. She wasn’t really flattering herself that she knew every student that set foot here. Her love was gossip, well, the one that wasn’t her girlfriend. If there’d been a new student, then she would surely have heard something by now?

The fashion conscious part of her mind was fixed on the fact that his clothing, while expertly tailored, was at least fifteen years out of fashion. That made no sense from the quality of the materials involved, surely if someone was to spend that much on crimson velvet and good leather, their tastes should be better than that? Whoever it was didn’t seem to have noticed them yet, eyes still closed, so she took the time to really study him. Pale skinned, with shoulder length silver hair with a slight wave at the ends. There was something almost familiar about that hair, though she didn’t dwell on it. Rich, expensive clothing done in a style that was almost as old as she was, if not slightly older. A teenager, though he looked fractionally too young to be a student. Just what was going on? If he was, as she was starting to think that he was, some sort of intruder, then someone needed to tell the teachers. Tell Ozpin at least. If, of course, their strangely eldritch headmaster didn’t already know of their guest. She cleared her throat pointedly, ignoring the reactions of her team for now. The boy flinched, them looked up. His eyes were very blue, yet, just as his hair was, that tugged at something in her memory. There was something that she wasn’t seeing, and Coco hated that thought. She was the gossip queen, after all Surely whatever it was should be obvious?

Nicky flinched, his eyes shooting open at the sudden sound. He couldn’t help but stare at the quartet opposite. They were all dressed in some sort of school uniform that he wasn’t sure that he recognised, but the more pressing thing was that one of them appeared to actually be a rabbit faunus! She didn’t even hide it, was that normal here? But it couldn’t be, society couldn’t be that different from kingdom to kingdom, surely? But if she was as she seemed to be… then where was he?

Or, perhaps more pressingly, when was he?

[endo03]

me and the bf in fall mode

[unamusedyams]

hii, sorry if this has been asked before but I couldn't find it anywhere so....

What drawing software & brush(es) do you use for your art? That, and could we see a speedpaint / drawing process? (/nf)

Oh I never realized I hadn't posted that here! I draw on my phone using IbisPaint X. Used to have a stylus but I lost it and have been too broke to buy another so... #FingerGang!!!

These are the two brushes I use. They should be easy to recreate in other programs. Just a round/square brush with anti-aliasing turned off. Gives it a really sharp, clean edge.

As for a speedpaint,

Kinda old but this is a pretty good one. Outside the fact I do things out of order because I suddenly wanted these drawings to be shaded😭😭

[my-deer-friend]

History friends – your guidance please!

Who was keeping a diary at Versailles in 1780-81?

I'm thinking courtiers, diplomats, visitors, military folks, spies...? Any leads are appreciated since this circle is outside my frame of reference 🙏

[exsqueezememacaroni]

OK PEOPLE, I HAVE ANSWERS

So, here are some answers to some asks. They're from a reliable source, as far as I know.* Paraphrased below:

Mike never lived with Jim.

Mike has not dated Jennifer Finch or anyone in L7, nor Bjork, nor Jennifer Charles - he hasn't dated a lot of people

He does indeed laugh a lot during sex (omg that actually makes me so happy)

He was heavily drinking during the infamous Tomahawk piss show...doesn't remember a thing. He wouldn't be surprised if he did everything he is accused of during that time, but also doesn't recall it.

*ok full disclosure and a cma (cover my ass) - i don't actually know the source personally but i do have reason to believe the info is true and is ok to share here. i will never name names so don't ask, and please don't consider ME a reliable source - anything else I say on here is truly my own unhinged speculation unless specifically stated. please, please for me, and for Mike, don't try to find out who this person is.

[whalehouse1]

Batman: Plans are important.

Impulse: First time I made a plan, it blew up a helicopter.

Batman: You blew up a helicopter?

Impulse: No my plan did. Do you not listen?

Batman: Robin, you need new friends.