#also cricket does not have horns

[icecreamsodaaaaa]

How about Cricket?

Autism…

[aceditwrites]

May I request a Ben Pincus x Fem! reader? Preferably something cute, maybe the reader had an anxiety/panic attacks, or something and Ben goes to help but one of the only ways to calm the reader is physical touch? feel free to do with that as you wish.

i don’t know if this as cute as you were hoping for, but i tried! i hope you like it :)

It’s late at night and it’s dark. Darker than you’re used to. It's also quieter than you’re used to, but also louder? You're not sure how that makes sense to you but it does. You grew up in the city, there are always bright lights and sirens and horns. But here on the island, it’s quiet yet somehow the sounds of nature sound so loud. The crickets are screaming, the wind is howling, and the dinosaurs are surely stalking. How were you meant to feel safe? A dinosaur could snatch you up at any given moment and you wouldn't even know. Or would it be worse if you did see it coming? If you were about to die would you want to know? You would, right? Get your affairs in order. Or no! You’d be too scared to get anything done if you knew it was about to happen. What if you FELT the dinosaur's teeth ripping int-

“Y/n? Are you okay?” A sleepy voice asks. You realize you might’ve been muttering, oh dear, he probably hates you- “Y/n?”

“Yeah! Yeah… I’m- I’m okay.” You take a deep breath, you’re sitting against a tree with your knees to chest. Your fingers tap anxiously as you try not to think about what the darkness of the night could be hiding.

Ben looks you up and down, taking it in your body language, “You don’t look okay.”

“I’m just a little anxious is all.” You admit, though a little is the understatement of the century. 

“A little?” Ben questions as he scoots a little closer. He knows what it feels like to be anxious. Everyone does to be fair, but especially him. The boy who was afraid of everything. But he overcame it. He believes that you can too. “Do you want to talk about it?” You look at him, you and Ben weren’t close per se, none of you were. You were thrown into this situation with barely a week to get to know each other. You have no one to rely on but these people who are essentially strangers and that’s terrifying. No situation seems to be good here. People say every situation has its silver lining. But not this one. There’s nothing good here. Nothing. You try to explain this, but it comes out unintelligible through tears. 

This island brings nothing but tears. What if you never see your family again? What if you never see your friends again? What if you’ve slept in your own bed for the last time and you didn’t even know it. What if you taste your grandma’s cooking again? What if you never watch another movie with your cousins? What if. What if is a question that plagues you and everyone in the stupid park. And you can freely say everyone because you count every living person on this island on one hand. You didn’t even know when was alive up until a few days ago. You hadn’t realized you missed him until he was back. 

You hadn’t realized you were crying so hard until Ben hugged you. It’d been so long since someone had hugged you. You barely could hold yourself back when you melted into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder. 

Normally Ben would be grossed out if there were tears and snot on his shoulder but he thinks he cares more about you than he fears germs. 

You’re both just scared scared kids. It’s okay to be scared, you both can admit that. 

Ben rubs your arm as you sniffle and slowly stop crying. 

“Have you got it all off your chest?” He asks. 

“I have.” You reply. “Do you ever feel that way?”

Y/n didn’t notice when she hugged Ben a little tighter, craving human touch. Craving assurance that she’s cared for. Assurance that she’s not alone.

 “Yeah. Yeah, I do. All the time.” He sighs, “I think it was the worst when I was alone.”

“Good thing you’re not alone anymore.” You say as he wipes the tears off of your cheeks with his thumb. 

“Yeah. Good thing.” He smiles to himself. “Good thing we’re each other’s silver lining.”

He hadn’t realized how much he missed physical touch either. 

[empressgeekt]

Could you tell us more about brozone brothers children (next generation) in your aus. I know that Branch and Poppy have a daughter and Floyd has an adopted son (Veneer reincarnation?)

Branch and Poppy:

They have three kids, two boys and a girl.

Rose, is their only daughter and first born. She has Branch's temperament, being more on the calm side (as and adult as a kid she was a lavender version of her mom), however is extremely passionate like her mom about keeping her subject safe and happy. In terms of appearance, she has dark blackberry purple hair, and her father's eyes, however most of her facial features are like that of her great grandmother, Rosiepuff, hence her name. She loves story books and archery.

Their second child is Flint. He was adopted after a flooding disaster in Rock Hallow left him orphaned, and Branch pulled him from the rubble. He was quiet as a kid and quiet as an adult, often feeling awkward with his genre identity as a Rock troll raised by a Pop family. He has black messy hair, muted purple complexation, and blood red eyes. He play guitar and does metal work for a hobby.

The final child is their youngest, Ash. He's a quirky kid, bit of a dreamer, off in his own world most of the time (in Burning Branches this is explained by him sharing a strong connection to the world's hidden music like his dad). He has royal blue hair, pink eyes, and peach skin just a shade in between his mom and grandfather. He loves to pencil sketch, with out color.

Clay and Viva:

They have twins, and after that they stop, because those kids are a combination of Clay's brains and Viva's chaotic energy, they are wild tornado like trollings who are far too smart for their own good. They had nearly destroyed the village on a number of occasions.

Their twins, are Cricket, their son, and Calypso, their daughter. These two are inseparable, and almost identical in appearance. Their pale purple trolls, who are both born blonds, but Cricket's curls go green as he gets older, and have bright pink eyes. Their hobbies include story times and setting up traps around their house and village.

John and Delta dawn

If they end up together, they would have two children. Both of which would have hooves but only two feet.

Chip is their son, he looks like a purple haired version of his mom. He's an adventures boy, always finding trouble. And loves to bake.

Perry Kate, is their daughter, and she's red headed version of her father, with her mom's eyes. She's a bit of an attention hog, loving being in the spot light, and a total daddy's girl. She becomes a song writer and singer like her dad.

Floyd (and maybe Jovi)

He ends up with two kids.

Vinyl is his eldest son, that he found as an abandoned egg on a river bank. Vinyl a minty green reggaetón troll, with black and gold patches on his body. Along with blue eyes and green and gold dreds for hair. He's mellow and smart, but also very nervus at times (He's also Veneer's reincarnation so he feels a lot of guilt for his past life, making him very loyal to his family).

Besides Vinyl, Floyd also has a bio kid. His daughter Piper (usually with my OC Jovi, who is a mixed troll, Rock and Celtic). She's a smiley yet calm person, however also has a very protective anger streak. Her fur is a deep royal blue, with sky blue hair with hot pink streaks (and hot pink star spots and a single marble horn like Jovi). She loves music, however was born with extremely damaged vocal chords rendering her mute. So she learned violin and make the instrument sing for her. She signs to communicate with others however it is rather difficult to get others to listen to her.

Bruce...Does not need anymore kids.

[itsaluxeeee]

CW: LONG ASS RANTING + POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR MUSHROOM OASIS

ok. so this just occurred to me mid adhd deep dive.

y'know Paras and Parasect? the mushroom crab (?) Pokemon? so I just recently learned more about the mushrooms on their bodies. what I want to personally highlight is this, taken straight from Bulbapedia from Parasect's page:

"The insect has been drained of nutrients and is now under the control of the fully-grown tochukaso. Removing the mushroom will cause Parasect to stop moving."

the bolded area is the area I want to focus on, because this implies that Parasect is dead. the mushroom has completely taken over Parasect's cold dead corpse.

why am I saying this?? well, those mushrooms are actually real. tochukaso are the Japanese name of a parasitic fungi called ophiocordyceps sinensis, or just "caterpillar fungus" in Western areas. basically they're mushrooms that do the same thing that the tochukaso does to Paras and Parasect: "replaces the host tissue and can affect the behavior of its host."

so...

???????

my theory?: Mychael isn't a naturally-born mushroom creature, he died in the oasis and became the host of parasitic mushrooms, specifically the tochukaso. and I'm proud to say I actually have a bit of evidence behind this.

both mushrooms in general look really fuckin' similar. reddish in color with white dots with a pointed cap. also, tochukaso can give off spores that are attached to Paras eggs...

... just like Mychael can. (sorry for low quality image it was the only one I could find)

on the topic of releasing spores comes my second point: tochukaso are used in China for medical remedies, as well as aphrodisiac. as it may seem, the spores that Mychael can release have an aphrodisiac effect on us.

"well how do you explain his horns and tail?" fourth point: parasitic mushrooms, more often than not, produce more mushroom appendages onto the host. examples:

the horns? mushroom appendages. the tail could also be a mushroom appendage with a long ass stem, as displayed by the cricket w/ the bigass mushroom above. shit, the ears could be mutated to be longer.

also, mans is in a whole ass WOODS. he could've easily died in those woods and the mushrooms were like "yo score a nice host".

thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[ladyswillmart]

A grin, crooked but confident, flashed across the face of the man called Horn, as he eased his bottom into the grass, so warm and welcoming by his expertly crafted fire. "Ahh! I say, you are fortunate to have friends among the elves, Hivallion," he said.

The statement was so very ordinary, it threatened to pass through the expanse between Hivallion's ears without further event; he directed a sideways glance towards Horn. "Oh?"

"Well, I wouldn't want to make this journey without a guide, and Corudan appears to know what he is doing."

He meant Corudan, the Galadhrim, who was now making a heroic attempt to to secure their swan-dinghy to a post he had hammered into the shore. Every so often he would pause to swat at the air, peppered with a tight formation of biting gnats who had followed them all the way from Lothlórien. Nona stood nearby, turning Galadriel's favorite kettle (on kind but very pointed loan) about her hands. The angle of her eyebrows suggested doubt.

"Indeed, he does," Hivallion agreed, carefully.

"Indeed. But it isn't, uh," Horn searched, "it is not seemly for a Man of Rohan to mingle with elves, as you saw in Stangard. Of his kind, my people have little to say but this: Long-lived and dangerous."

"Y-yes, long-lived."

"Yes! And dangerous! Mustn't forget the danger," said Horn. "Thus far the Dwimordene and their queen have shown us kindness and generosity, but I think we Men would do well to keep the danger in mind as well."

Hivallion scratched his temple. "Of course. But, er..."

"But what?"

"Horn, you do know that I am also an elf, yes?" Quickly realizing, Hivallion brushed aside a portion of his shaggy hair, revealing a long, pointed ear.

Like a cube of butter slowly melting into the fluff of a freshly-baked tater, the bard's face began to contort into an interesting and entirely new shape, from which there could be no return.

"However, I am not from Lothlórien. I hail from Mithlond, far to the west of here," continued Hivallion. "Although my natal nest now rests forever beneath the Belegaer, for I was an elf of the Falas, born some 8000 years ago, before the light of the sun graced this world with its warmth."

"...oh. So the All-Feather is also an elf. Hah."

"Indeed, he is. And as you said: Long-lived!"

"Long-lived, yes." Horn nodded.

"And dangerous?"

Horn decided then that his silence, smiling sheepishly, could handle the rest of this conversation better than words.

The fire popped and crackled unabated. A local choir of crickets and wrens commenced its nightly serenade, while Corudan contributed a selection of classic Sindarin curses against his flying foes. Nona cared naught for night music and she stomped towards the campfire, bringing the kettle and some bone to pick.

"Are you sure the Lady of the Woods said we can actually cook with this thing? It looks much too fancy and useless, like everything else those elves make," she blurted, but quickly recoiled from her own tongue. "Oh. Sorry Hivallion. I didn't mean any offense."

He shrugged and laughed. "It's alright Nona, none taken."

But Horn glared at the woman, his eyes huge with betrayal. "You knew—?!"

[stealingyourteeth]

My thoughts on “The New Normal! (The Normal Album 2024 Edit)” except they’re two days late because Apple Music SUCKS sometimes

“Blue Velvet” Reboot Starring Tom Waits

- okay so i like the part before vampire culture a LOT. I like the radio effect

- VAMPIRE CULTURE UGHHH!! it gives me the afraid vibe that i think the original was going for, the screaming at the beginning really tying it all together

- also the ending verses in vampire culture can be heard a lot better than in the original! in the original i could not hear them at all (which could have just been me lmao)

- the diction is more clearer in Love Me, Normally. the words are more clear than in the original and i like that a lot

- I also like the sort of cricket noise at the end, that’s really nice imo

Second! Sight! Seer! S!

- the beginning sounds more clean, but also sort of muddy and chaotic at the same time?

- ohhh i really like the drums in this one

- I feel like this gives more of a neon vibe than the original? I don’t know if that makes sense though

- again, BIG fan of the drums. especially in the chorus

- the horns are also really nice in this too!!

- I REALLY LIKE THAT WISHY WASHY NOISE. IT REMINDS ME OF NEEDED A CHANGE OF PACE (JHARIAH) AND THATS SO COOL

- it gives more of like an insane radio host vibe?? im a really big fan of this

The Moral Implications Of A Determined Universe feat. The Onceler

- okay before i start it i find this title really funny

- I LIKE THE FADE IN SO MUCH MORE

- the clarinet/oboe(? I genuinely cannot tell which is funny because I played oboe for awhile) is cleaner, I like that

- it kinda sounds like construction

- I LOVE the piano. I love the piano in this entire thing

- the background lyrics are louder, love that! I couldn’t hear them before either

- I LOVE THE “somebody help me!”

- THE SKELETON LINE IS SO COOL I LOOOOVE THAT

- the drum at the ending was so cool!! I love that

I / Me / Myself

- the doowaps and the lalas are more even, that’s pretty cool!!

- it feels less chaotic, which changes the vibe of the song

- it feels cleaner, which is expected

- ougghhh I like the cymbals

- Im really missing the xylophone in the background☹️i love the xylophone

- THE XYLOPHONE IS BACK NVM!!

- oh my god I love the “we’re so alike” line that was so cool

- I can tell a different take was used for the chorus, that’s nice

- the instrumental is pretty fire

- the lyrics are not changed like I thought they would be! that’s okay though

- I think there was an entire different take used for the entire song, it sounds a lot different

- THE WHISPERING IS LOUDER!!! GOD BLESS I NEEDED THE WHISPERING LOUDER

…well, better than the alternative (Better Edit)

- the piano sounds a lot softer, that’s cool

- I also like the drum at the beginning

- I LIKE HOW IT SLOWED DOWN

- different take used!!!! I actually like this so much better, it fits the vibe of the song sooooo much better

- I LOVE the drums on this song, they’re so nice and crisp

- it sounds like he’s about to laugh but like a somber laugh, that really sets the mood of the song

- it feels faster almost?

- I LOVE THE CHOIR IN THE BACKGROUND SO MUCH

- i still have no idea what happens right before the bridge but that’s okay

- it feels so more theatric and i LOVE THAT

- it kinda makes me want to make a jukebox musical of the normal album, which i think could be really cool

- OH MY GOD I LOVE WHERE IT SOUNDS LIKE HE GETS ANGRY

- I love how it gets slower at the end that’s so nice

- could you tell me how:(

- why does it kinda sound like minions at the end

I Lied About The Apple Thing (Skeleton Bones Edit)

- i like the acoustic guitar, that’s really cool

- I LIKE WHEN IT GETS LOUDER

- i like the “you people make me sick!” line

- I HEAR THE SKELETON BONES I THINK. THATS SO COOL ACTUALLY

- oh “anyway” was so cool in that

- SKELETON BONES!!! YEAAAH!!!

- I love the harmonies on this song so much

- the little acoustic guitar moments are so cool

- I LIKE WHERE HE JUST WAS TALKING THAT WAS SO COOL

- i like the end that was cool

- I don’t have very big opinions on this song tbh

Ideas Only Spread Because People Like Them, the “Free Market of Ideas” is not a Mediocrity, it’s a Set of Unhealthy Coping Skills and a Corporate Oligarchy, Wake Up, Man! Don’t Let The Lies Dim Your Light! anyway this one’s black box warrior

- i fear this may take the cake for longest will wood song title but i do not want to count currently

- I like the drums and how it’s not really just piano

- I love how it slowed down

- I LOVE THE DRUMROLL IN THE BACKGROUND

- i think it may be in a slower tempo, which is good

- I LIKE THE CLICKING IN THE CHORUS THATS SO COOL

- it feels more like a story than the original, which i think may be due to the slower tempo

- THE FLUTE!! I LOVE THE FLUTE!! I CAN PLAY THAT!! I PLAY THE FLUTE!!!!

- I love the symbols crashing

- the monologue is still the same which is great for me because I did NOT want to learn another monologue that has Mr. Woods bodacious vocabulary

Karen, Thannsdfghjkl You For The Casserole, But I Need You to Lea-n Into a Typo

- for anyone that doesn’t get this I believe it’s because in the original song there was a typo in the word “thankk” that just was never fixed so that’s really funny

- the beginning kinda sounds like WBBTA, which is cool because it is NOT like WBBTA

- it’s really theatrical which is also really cool!! a lot of these songs could fit into a musical

- i like the piano a lot on this one

- I also really like the glockenspiel (? I think it’s a glockenspiel. It could just be a regular xylophone)

- I LIKE THE CLICKING!! THATS COOL

- there’s a shalala now!!! wowie!!!!!!!!!

- I really like the background vocals in this one, it REAALLY reminds me of a musical/pos

- THE SLOW PART IS A DIFFERENT TAKE!! it sounds so much better

- he sounds like he’s judging you

A Knee-Slapping Joke About How Ending Tracks On Will Wood Albums Are Just Kinda Like That

- I LOVE THE ACOUSTIC GUITAR AT THE BEGINNING

- It feels a lot happier than the original, which just adds to the irony considering it’s well. A song about death

- HARMONIES AGAIN!! YAY!!

- it feels more like a closing song, which is nice. the original didn’t feel like a closing song to me for some reason

- this is something i could join a kick line to if this makes any sense

- THE END!! THATS SO COOL WHAT

- IT SOUNDS LIKE A CHOIR OF SO MANY DIFFERENT PEOPLE. THATS SO COOL

- the cheering at the end is still the same wowie

Final Thoughts

that was so much better than i thought it was going to be! i thought it was going to sound the same (i never saw the clip of WBBTA on insta because i fear i do not have insta) and there was gonna be no point in waiting for it, but i was proven wrong! my favorites are probably the suburbia edit and the 222 edit, those just really blew me away. i like some of the original songs better but this may just be because im kinda resistant to change lol. overall, it was just a really good edit and i hope to see an ICIMI one in the future ^_^

[coarsely]

OC Interview

Hello! I was tagged by @ink-flavored, thank you so much! Last time, we interviewed Saccade, so now it's time to go across the border and interview the Potentate Louis!

Are you named after anyone?

"Yes. There were two Louis' of the Potentate dynasty before me; one had married in to the Potentate Ludovica some eons ago, and despite the 10 children the couple sired during their marriage only two made it to adulthood. The other was a military man, Seraph of the Empyrean's Army only for a week before his horse went wild and dove down the side of a cliff. Neither are... particularly proud namesakes, but I am grateful to be given a chance to carve a greater legacy for future generations."

When was the last time you cried?

"What a ridiculous question. Do you mistake me for a hysterical woman, or an overemotional, nostalgic fool like Salvatore? I have not cried since I was a small child."

Do you have kids?

"Another ridiculous question. I am not married, so how would I have children? I am not a degenerate, unlike some of my cousins. Moreover, palace this may be, there are quite enough people in it as is. I do not seek to add to the tally of Potentate heads within these walls. And furthermore–I have no desire for children. I have quite enough brothers and sisters, cousins plenty to ensure the family blood does not dry. No, Empyrean willing, I shall never marry either".

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

"No; I will not undermine my words and authority by using them for irony, humour or mockery. It is unbecoming of a Potentate."

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

"Masks, of course. What they wear upon their faces. The weapons of Nod have placed Eden into a permanent masquerade, and some are taking advantage of that. I see people with masks of owls, of wolves, of ravens and lions and bears. They wish to show what they feel represents their personhood, their status. For example, my father, the Potentate Felipe, has taken to wearing one of a ram, with great curved horns. In truth, I think they are slightly too heavy for his head to comfortably wear–but you understand why a Seraph of the Empyrean's Army would want a thing symbolising protection, like the ram. Now that we must have our faces covered always in case of a gas attack, it is necessary to still have ways to communicate our personhood and societal status."

What’s your eye color?

"Blue. Like my father, like the God-King himself, Magnus. I am proud to say I have my grandfather's eyes. Naturally I... never met him, but the shade is similar in the many portraits of the Potentate Boris. I would have liked to have met my uncle."

Scary movies or happy endings?

"Fiction is for children, and for fools unable to face their own reality, too cowardly to grasp and change it. Neither."

Any special talents?

"I... am adept with the sword and I have a natural inclination to the sciences. If my aunt, Clymene, was not so close in age to me, I would naturally be considered to inherit the science sector when she passed. As it is, it is unlikely to happen."

Where were you born?

"Do you seek to waste my time with unnecessary questions? The Palace of Eden, as every one of the Potentate dynasty was born ever since the Prophet lifted it from the ground. Only the Potentate Zephyr was born outside of these walls, when Gloriana, pregnant with her son, attempted her coup and ran away from these holy walls."

Do you have any pets?

"Not specifically. There are... hounds kept for hunting and guarding, but none are mine, and I find the novelty of such beasts wears quickly. A cat would suit my temperament much better, but there is little to do for a small animal in this palace."

What sort of sports do you play?

"I fence regularly, to keep my physique in check, and I often play chess with my cousins. Oh, I raced against my siblings often on horseback when we were children, but I suppose that doesn't count as a sport. I also played cricket as a youth, but Orsete is a terrible cheat, so I never pursued it."

How tall are you?

"I stand at 182cm. Not as tall as my younger brother, Azelio, who stands at a quite ridiculous 194cm, but I am taller than my father, and that is all one can ask for, no?"

What was your favorite subject in school?

"I have appreciation for most academics, but if forced to choose... physics, I am endlessly fascinated by."

What is your dream job?

"What trivial, provincial things jobs are. I have no need for them. The only duty I have, the one I dream about, is that to my family, to do the great Potentate name proud, and to join my ancestors in the Empyre when my time comes."

Thank you again! I'm tagging @chauceryfairytales , @bebewrites, @ashfordlabs, @borisyvain, @megarywrites, @mjjune, @albatris, @scholarlycoffee and as always, anyone else who wants to be involved! The questions are under the cut, as before.

Are you named after anyone?

When was the last time you cried?

Do you have kids?

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

What’s your eye color?

Scary movies or happy endings?

Any special talents?

Where were you born?

Do you have any pets?

What sort of sports do you play?

How tall are you?

What was your favorite subject in school?

What is your dream job?

[gabessquishytum]

Insomnia + ADHD Hob.

Hob, who hasn't even been able to sleep for longer than two hours in ages because everything is so much louder in this century. He can't soundproof anything either because then it's too quiet. He's used to hearing birds and crickets. Used to the crackle of a campfire or the sound of rain hitting tree leaves.

Now it's cars, trucks, and people shouting. It's horns honking and engines revving, and motorcycles. It's the buzz of fluorescent lighting and helicopters going across the sky in the middle of the night (I don't know if that actually happens in the UK, but it does in the US 🙃)

Hob, who has tried every possible sleep drug and, short of being outright sedated (like, with a horse sedative), still can't stay asleep.

Hob, who is so exhausted at this point that the slightest problem can, will, and has sent him bursting into tears.

Hob, who is so exhausted that he's slipping in and out of Delirium's realm. Who has 'died' due to being unable to sleep more times than he can count.

Hob, who discovered he can only get to sleep, and stay asleep, if he's completely fucked out and unfortunately for him, very few people have his stamina (he realized this sometime while Dream was captured because he met Destruction, who was more than willing to fuck him until he passed out)

Dream, who discovers that the man who waited for him despite the way he stormed out, who built him a temple, who is his friend, who he loves and desires carnally, needs to be fucked until he passes out every night to be able to sleep? Oh, he can do that. Sure, technically, he could just use his sand, but he doesn’t want Hob addicted to it. Plus, Hob doesn't need to know that.

It starts out pretty easy. Hob is already beyond exhausted, and every nerve is sensitive for it, so it's not only easy to make him cum, but it only takes a few really good orgasms before he's out.

However, the more well-rested he becomes, the more difficult it is to get him to pass out. Good thing the sensitivity never actually goes away.

It gets to a point that Hob has to start 'turning in' early because it takes a good several hours before he's fucked-out enough to sleep; they have to keep water on the bedside table so that Hob can stay hydrated enough to keep going. He always starts by fucking Dream until he can't move; Dream usually rides him afterwards until Hob's cock is too sore (as Shaper of Forms, Dream's hole never loosens unless he wants it to.)

Then Dream starts in on Hob's hole. He usually begins with his tongue, making Hob cum a few times, before he adds fingers, and eventually his cock. Dream has no refractory period and doesn't get dehydrated, so he can spend as many times as he wants.

By the time Hob finally passes out, his hole is fucked loose and sloppy and he's full of so much of Dream's spend that he's got a belly bulge and they're both absolutely covered in each others cum.

Then maybe Dream uses Hob's hole a few more times for his own pleasure, as a treat; Hob certainly isn't going to notice a few extra loads inside him.

Dream cleans up everything except Hob's hole, which he usually plugs up until the morning.

Bonus: Hob who uses horse sedatives to sleep and Dream doesn't discover this until after he retires and becomes Hob's roommate. Dream discovers that once Hob is asleep, he won't wake until morning, no matter what. Dream, newly human and horny all the time, tries to resist... but he doesn't quite have the willpower or control he used to.

Hob actually knows exactly what Dream does to him while he's asleep (he's not that stupid) but he actually finds it really hot, so he doesn't say anything and just makes sure Dream always has easy access to him.

Maybe Dream eventually catches on that Hob knows. Maybe he doesn't. Either way, he uses Hob nearly every night before he goes to sleep; after all, he always sleeps better afterward, and he knows the importance of good sleep

(I am also the anon who sent the Hob begs to be bred, not knowing Dream can do it, and Dream DOES it ask. If it's not already taken, 🐺)

All of this is SO GOOD. I love the irony of insomniac Hob. His boyfriend is literally king of sleep etc but his brain is uhhhh not neurotypical and its all just a bit of a struggle.

Dream is DEEPLY confused but of course willing to help. If Hob needs to be fucked consistently for three hours so he can get a decent night's rest, then Dream is up for the job of assisting! He witnesses Hob in a tearful sleep deprived state one time and vows that it will never happen again on his watch.

Dream makes every night into a perfect experience for Hob. The bed is comfortable, the room is the perfect temperature. Dream smells amazing, his skin is cool and soft. Hob already feels wonderfully relaxed and his brain is finally winding down from the day.

Dream may be a wet cat man but his topping skills? Incredible. He rocks Hob’s world. He's got Hob into positions he didn't even know he was capable of. He's making him cum three, sometimes four times every night. Hob goes from exhausted and sleepless to passing out right there on Dream’s cock. And of course Dream keeps using him until he's done too, it's only fair.

Everyone comments on how well rested Hob looks these days. He just smiles and adjusts his belt, trying to get comfy with that massive load of cum still plugged up inside him. He's very much living his best life. He's so much more chilled out now he's getting a good consistent fucking, apparently getting railed by his dreamlord boyfriend is the key to good mental health!

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

In advance of Taskmaster season 18 starting, I found Andy Zaltzman's old episodes on a couple of Alex Horne podcasts, and listened to those. This sent me down a route of finding various Zaltzman appearances on podcasts, and I was reminded that there's an entire Zaltzman-hosted thing that's easy to find that I've never heard. It's his "Summer of Sport", which was a podcast he did for The Guardian throughout summer 2016, discussing the various sporting things happening. Rio Olympics, obviously. Also other stuff. I think there was cricket on.

It's weird that I've not listened to that before, and that it's not even something I think of if I think of Andy Zaltzman's career, even though I know Andy Zaltzman's career very well. I know Andy's pre-Bugle career because that's Chocolate Milk Gang stuff; I have studied that era in, probably, far too much detail. And anything he's done since The Bugle started, I know about it because I've heard it plugged on the podcast.

But Summer of Sport fell through a crack, as the John Oliver era of The Bugle ended in March 2016, and the reboot started in October 2016. This one little six-month window of Andy Zaltzman's career where I don't know what was going on, and he hosted a whole 12-episode podcast without me noticing. I mean, I was vaguely aware that it existed for some reason, but didn't really know what it was until I came across it this weekend.

So I picked a couple of episodes that had guests I wanted to hear from, and downloaded them. I think I'll end up listening to the whole thing, but I've started with that. And I'm not hugely proud to say I started with a Russell Howard episode because it had Russell Howard. It also had Steve Williams, a guy I know three things about: he's a Welsh stand-up, he appeared in that Comedians' Football video on YouTube (on the non-Avalon team... which might be why I know so little about him), and he wrote on Russell Howard's TV shows.

I will still be annoyingly quick to click on any podcast that has Chocolate Milk Gang person + Russell Howard, because they'll bring out the CMG-type humour that Russell Howard does sometimes, which I still quite enjoy.

It is odd that Russell Howard is still quite near the list of comedians whose voice I've spent the most hours listening to. 125 hours of the BBC 6 Music show with Jon Richardson, plus all his Mock the Week, plus every episode of Good News and nearly every one of The Russell Howard Hour (minus the last few, when I gave up on it after he started throwing in the alt-right stuff) - that adds up. It's all stuff I watched earlier in my time getting into Britcom though, a few years ago. Basically, Taskmaster was the first thing I watched, and Russell Howard was one of my very favourites on Taskmaster (I didn't even know when I first watched season 6 that he was one of the most famous ones, I just knew I found him the funniest and most interesting), so one of the first things I did after that was look up what else he'd done, and it turns out there's a lot. I watched all his stand-up DVDs before I got into most other people's stand-up, when I was mainly watching panel shows - so I quite liked those stand-up DVDs, but I'm pretty sure I was easily impressed by generic charm and would be less impressed if I re-watched them now.

He was also the first British comedian I saw in person, in early 2022 when my then-girlfriend got us tickets because she knew I liked British comedy and saw Russell Howard coming to town and she didn't know that I was mad at Russell Howard for bringing Jordan Peterson on his TV show, and I didn't tell her that because it was a nice gift so we went, and to be completely honest, we had a fantastic time. Did he have the best material in the world? I don't know, probably not? But he had some pretty good material and a lot of fun stage presence and the night felt exciting and electric I hadn't been to in-person comedy besides my local clubs before, and he was a lot of steps up from that (actually that's not quite true, I saw Trevor Noah in an arena in 2019, which was not great). He'd done a bit of local research and talked shit about the truckers who'd recently taken over our city and that got massive cheers from the crowd and then there was one moment when he muttered that even though they'd gone about it badly you had to admit they had a couple of good points, and I thought "Fucking hell Russell do not do this now, for the sake of the 125 hours I spent listening to you talk on the radio in 2007 when you were cool, please just be that guy tonight and don't fucking ruin this", and then he didn't, no more right-wing stuff, just impressions of family members that I probably enjoyed too much.

Russell Howard is actually back in my city this month, he's done one night here a couple of weeks from now. I have to admit I briefly considered getting tickets. I am curious as to what sort of material he's doing these days. Curious as to whether his comedy would hold up, in my eyes, now that I've seen a lot more stand-up (almost definitely not, but I'm curious). Curious as to whether he's turned around the right-ward political drift, or doubled down on it. Though ideally I'd like to find that out in a way where I don't give him money, in case it turns out to be the latter. And I have to admit... okay, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have bought a ticket anyway, but the thing that made me decide to definitely not buy a ticket is I remembered that I read somewhere he had a kid earlier this year. So the show will presumably be about that, and I don't want to hear that. Yesterday I watched John Kearns' The Varnishing Days and thought that was absolutely brilliant, earlier this year Anne Edmonds released her special Why Is My Bag All Wet and I found that hilarious, and a few months ago I heard Josie Long do an hour-long WIP that I loved. All three of those stand-up shows were about the comedians' kid(s), and it is so unlikely that I'm going to find four parenthood-based stand-up shows in one year that I like, given my general aversion to the topic. I realize it's not great that the threat of parenthood material put me off a show even more than the threat of right-wing material, but I just can't listen to another person tell me how tiring it is to raise a baby.

Anyway. I was trying to think, today, of why I keep being interested in hearing Russell Howard talk even though I know he's not that great, and it occurred to me today that of all the British comedians, Russell Howard's the one who's most like most people I know in real life. I've written lots before about which comedians' personas or material most remind me of myself, and of course I like those, everyone likes some relatable comedy. I almost never find Russell Howard relatable (except sometimes on Taskmaster, when the ruthlessly competitive side came out, which was what made me like him so much in the first place), but he does strongly remind me of so many people I know, just overall, in a broad variety of ways.

I've pointed out some of those individual ways before. I knew that part of why I got so drawn into that BBC 6 Music radio show is it reminded me of a couple of my own friendships that strained and/or disintegrated in the same ways as whatever the hell the Jon Richardson/Russell Howard relationship went through on live radio for a couple of years, with me being and OCD obsessive like Jon Richardson (not using the term in the annoyingly quirky colloquial way there, I've got a diagnosis and also have several disintegrated friendships to prove it is not just a fun quirk) and Russell Howard reminding me of some of my more carefree and easily distracted and sunny-dispositioned friends. Russell Howard's vague right-ward political drift is a pattern that I'm sure I'm one of many people who's seen it play out lots in real life from the last ten years, when you know someone who's otherwise cool and then suddenly they're telling you that actually, if you'd just stop and actually read Jordan Peterson's books and consider what he's saying, you'd realize he has some pretty interesting insights that could benefit us all. And you wonder if they've changed suddenly, or if they were always like that and you never really knew them. For comedians who are all desperately seeking ground that hasn't been covered 10,000 times for their material (yes, we all know that raising a baby is hard, we've heard it before), I think the "friend goes right-wing an you wonder if whether they've changed or whether you never really knew them" phenomenon happens far more often than it's been talked about; there's an area of life that's been disproportionately under-covered. Though it maybe it doesn't happen all that often to comedians, what with the liberal bubble and all. That mythical liberal bubble that sounds like such a lovely place to live. It must have happened to some comedians, though. The ones who hang out with Russell Howard, for a start.

Anyway, I found Russell Howard's ComCom episode absolutely fascinating, it's one of my favourite episodes of that podcast. He talks in ways I've rarely heard comedians talk, but that people I know talk all the time. He talked about destructive obsession with self-improvement, in a way that sounded more like an athlete than an artist. The type of athlete mentality that's the reason why so many people I know end up slipping down the Jordan Peterson rabbit hole. And approached several topics with the sort of shoulder chip and hard-headed attitude that I'd expect to see on my own Facebook feed full of athletes, far more than I'd expect it on a podcast about an Art. I've spent many years as a nerd among jocks, and I find it interesting to listen to Russell Howard describe himself as sort of the opposite of that.

Anyway, absolutely none of that was the point of this post. I mean, I guess it's the point now, but I really did not sit down to write that stuff today. I sat down to write this because I wanted to say, I was picking out a few little episodes of Andy Zaltzman's summer of sport to listen to, and I was drawn to the Russell Howard one in spite of myself, because Russell Howard + Andy Zaltzman = Chocolate Milk Gang, and I was not disappointed on that front, as while they were discussing the diving event at the Rio Olympics, Russell Howard said something that is damn close to be exactly what I've written on my blog before:

I have described the Zaltzman/Oliver dynamic in those terms so many times, there's just no way to capture it without comparing it to a sport. Two people who were doing something so far outside the box that their stuff wouldn't fit with anyone except each other, and yet with each other, they're like teammates who are perfectly calibrated to know exactly where the other will go every time and therefore push each other to higher levels.

...That was the point of this post. I just wanted to share that audio clip and say "Look, some Chocolate Milk Gang discussion, and Russell Howard described Zaltzman/Oliver the same way I did." Not really sure what the point was of the several paragraphs ruminating on the nature/draw of Russell Howard up there. Just forget about those.

[jynxeddraca]

Tiefling head canons

Because I'm in a mood and thinking about tieflings makes me happy. Some of these I've thought up independently, some I've seen elsewhere online and can't recall where but I've just folded into my head canons.

Totally got this idea from another person's post but I fully embrace that some tieflings can purr. In those that can it ranges from a noise that's high in the throat or very deep in the chest. I like the idea some can do it at almost a subsonic frequency so there's not any noise but their whole chest/body still vibrates.

Tieflings have dark-vision - therefore they have that cat eye glow in low light/the dark. No I will not accept feedback at this time.

I am always a fan of them having other senses sharper than humans. Not like 'I can smell your blood through your skin from across the room and hear a cricket fart' kind of thing - but definitely pick up on things a human is nearly sure to miss.

Not a fan of tieflings going into a true heat/rut where they go totally 'must fuck now' but them getting a random heightened burst of pheromones now and then after they've been with a partner for a while - especially if there's been a lot of biting involved. Basically it's the tiefling equivalent of women who get really super frisky right around the time they ovulate.

A very common home remedy among tieflings is a mixture of broth, oil, and sulfur - and every family has it's own ratios. In that same vein a common hangover cure is broth, charcoal, and oil.

Diets are the epitome of 'opportunistic'. They prefer meat heavy diets, especially rare/raw red meats, while also enjoy the gristle, bone marrow, and blood. They can eat anything a human could, and quite a bit humans can't. This includes rocks, bones, some things that are mildly toxic/poisonous, and foods that have have gone off with minimal to no ill effects.

Because of previous point - food poisoning is extremely rare for them to get.

Tail body language is just as much apart of conversations as hand gestures and while much of it is similar to cats - meanings can get complicated.

I see horn grabbing/pulling a lot in posts but I don't feel a lot of tieflings as being super comfortable with it if the other person isn't also a tiefling.

Honestly, I see a lot of tieflings being wary about non-tieflings trying to get with them because it seems to me a lot of people in world would either demonize or fetishize their "infernal traits".

That being said, they're also not opposed to relationships outside of other tieflings and some tieflings will happily use people's curiosity/fetishization to their advantage and work at brothels.

If a tiefling has one or both parents who aren't tieflings, then they can take on traits from the non-tiefling parent (ex. one parent is an elf, tiefling kid has a lifespan more akin to a half-elf). They, and their kids, are also more likely to have a kid that does not look like tiefling if they have a baby with another non-teifling.

I fully think that a solid 1/3 of all "surprise" tiefling babies are not because a parent made an infernal pact, but because both parents somewhere in their lineage have a tiefling ancestor and they just don't know.

You've heard of tieflings being raised by humans? Well I think, because of the last two points, the reverse happens as well and you can get what appears to be a fully human/elf child birthed and raised by a tiefling.

Tieflings totally have a higher normal body temp. Probably around the 100F-105F range.

Regardless of how big or small their horns are, their skulls are still thicker for weight distribution. Many tieflings can, and will, headbutt someone in a fight. Even if a horn doesn't hit you - the blow is likely to break a bone in your face and they will not even be fazed.

Headaches and neck/shoulder tension is really, really common both because of the added weight of the horns when they're adults and when the horn itself is first growing in as a kid.

I imagine most tieflings have horns that are primarily made up of a keratin sheath around a much smaller horn bone (like how cow or goat horn are). Because of this they don't have lots of feeling in their horns and some tieflings might pierce their horns in places for decoration.

Some tieflings that have antlers also shed their antlers just like deer do. I will not be taking feedback at this time.

The pattern and shape of ridges on their skin is unique to every tiefling - but most of them tend to appear and follow bones closer to the surface (ribs, hips, knees, elbows, etc)

[kookaburra1701]

WIP Wednesday - The Wives of Shor I: Moth to Flame

tagged by @dirty-bosmer tyty❤️ tagging @nientedenada and @tallmatcha

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: T (entire fic is E) Category: M/M Pairing: Kaidan/Lucien Flavius Genre(s): Romance (bodice-rippers my beloveds), bildungsroman Other main characters: Inigo the Brave, she/her Breton LDB

Summary: A scene from near the beginning of the fic, Kaidan and and Hadvar share a moment of soldier camaraderie the night before they delve into Bleak Falls Barrow. Lucien Flavius is by Joseph Russell, Kaidan is by Liv Templeton, and Inigo the Brave is by SmartBlueCat.

27 Last Seed, 4E 401 The cool night air was bracing; the usual sounds of daily life in Riverwood had given over to the quiet of the evening: the creaking of the water wheel, the rippling of water in the millrace, and a thousand crickets in the forest. High overhead the stars glimmered.

A creak of leather caught Kaidan's attention. Just at the edge of the lantern-light from the sconces at the door of the Sleeping Giant, Hadvar leaned against the roadside fence, looking up at the arches that carved out chunks of the night sky. He turned towards Kaidan as the inn's door clattered shut.

"Peaceful evening," Kaidan remarked, walking over to Hadvar.

"Aye," Hadvar replied, taking a sip from the tankard in his hand. "When I was a lad I thought it was too peaceful, and that living here I would never get my chance at glory and adventure." He laughed bitterly. "Now I'm going to choke on it. Did you want something from me?"

"You looked like you could use the company," said Kaidan, also leaning on the fence and looking up towards the barrow. "I also wanted to apologize." Hadvar looked up at him in surprise. "For not believing you about the attack on Helgen. About the-" even after hearing multiple eye-witness accounts the word felt strange and ridiculous on his lips "-dragon."

"Don't mention it." In the woods an elk's bugle echoed out of the trees. "If the tables were turned, I wouldn't have believed you, either. But you and Inigo helped me and for that you will always have my gratitude. Would have been a fine ending to my tale, perishing of thirst within sight of Whiterun's walls."

"That it would."

They fell into a companionable silence; the muffled sound of a Nord drinking song filtering through the sturdy timbers and into the night. Kaidan hoped it wasn't too bawdy a tune, but he also knew he'd been able to recite at least a dozen ribald limericks by the time he was Pascale's age and he had turned out fine. After a few more moments Kaidan spoke.

"I've been selling my sword long enough to know when a man is dreading the morning."

Hadvar sighed. "Is it that obvious?"

"Not too obvious. I, er, also overheard you talking to Lucien on the road," Kaidan admitted. "About the stories your gran told."

Hadvar groaned. "I've faced down bandits, rebels, anything else the Legion has pointed me at, and I haven't felt this nervous since the night before the first day of training." He suddenly turned to look at Kaidan. "If you're doubting my mettle, don't. My orders are to retrieve the Dragonstone, and get everyone back out safely. No matter how much some old ghost stories have me spooked I've never refused a mission and I don't intend to start now."

"Never doubted you for a second. I can tell you're a man who does what he intends to do." Kaidan turned to look back at the Sleeping Giant, its horn-pane windows glowing golden in the evening gloom. "I'm not too pleased about having tramp through a dusty old cave myself. Those places are always crawling with frostbite spiders."

Hadvar pulled a face. "And you just know that the mages will be wanting to stop to harvest venom and silk every time we kill one. Are you sure we can't leave them here?"

"I tried leaving them in Whiterun, you saw how well that worked!" Kaidan said, while Hadvar chuckled at his indignation. "Digging around in dangerous places is the entire reason Lucien came here, and trying to leave Pascale anywhere out of trouble...you might as well tell a cat to stay put." Hadvar laughed harder.

"I meant to ask you, how did you find yourself with such...an array of traveling companions?" asked Hadvar. "Not to put too fine a point on it, but you strike me as someone who is used to working alone. And...that girl does not look like your kin."

Kaidan could tell Hadvar was looking at him sideways, judging his reaction, and suppressed the annoyance at the question. It was only natural - Brynjar probably fielded it countless times as he dragged Kaidan around from one end of Tamriel to the other.

"She's not kin. She's from High Rock." Kaidan met Hadvar's veiled reproach without apology. "And if you must know, she saved my life."

Hadvar choked on the swig of ale he'd been taking from his tankard.

"Laugh all you want, it's true," Kaidan smiled himself now.

"And you had difficulty believing in a dragon."

[emeraldruid]

Romance headcanons

Tagged by: Not a soul but stolen from the dash ( not by a mutual so I won't tag ) Tagging: @wildskissed, @windwithinmyveins, @druidicbard, @spiderwarden, & @wolf-eyes-wolf-soul & hey YOU TOO!

Length warning.

Name: Garreth Langbroek.

Nickname: The Emerald Druid or Emerald Traveler.

Gender: Cisgender male.

Romantic Orientation: Pansexual (female - leaning).

Preferred Pet Names: Not all that picky, all the variations of babe that you can think of work just fine. Baby boy is probably one of his favorites, he has no idea why.

Relationship Status: Single.

True Love: Garreth does believe wholeheartedly in true love in the various ways one can feel love outside of just romantic.

Love at First Sight: He doesn't really believe that one can fall in love at a glance, though interest in someone definitely can start with appearance alone. But there is too much to learn about someone, too much involved in the act of love itself, for it to start at first sight.

How Romantic Are They? Depends on your definition of romantic. While he does love the grand display of love now and again, creating moments to share to remember until they are grey and wrinkly, he also thinks the more displays you have the less important they are. Leaving him generally low-key in the romance department as far as grand acts. He can be seen commonly whispering sweet words to his lovers, finding reasons to touch them, and invading their personal bubble.

Ideal Physical Traits: His tastes veer towards different(?), that's really the long and short of it. He has found himself attracted to certain attributes that are different than his own, such as Tieflings with their tails and horns, gnomes and dwarves with their smaller size, or Dragonborn. At the same time he can pick out an attractive feature in most people and physical appearance isn't the most important to him. Beauty in all things.

Ideal Personality Traits: A sense of adventure and a slight taste for minor mischief is always great. Some humor. A touch of goodness is also a must because he doesn't usually vibe with the complete opposite end of a moral compass.

Unattractive Physical Traits: The druid has a sharp nose but he's used to smelling a lot of things in the wild, if you are to the point of being so disturbing to the nose you need to bathe.

Unattractive Personality Traits: Prejudice to those different than you and lumping them all into a single box? You're immediately on the shit list. Those who aren't able to grow beyond who they were, refusing to change even in the slightest, or think they are beyond others.

Ideal Date: A night among the stars with something tasty to eat and privacy is all he would ask for. Nice spots among the trees, quiet enough that you can hear the song of crickets or frogs. He likes that.

Do They Have a Type?: Fun lovers, someone who can put up with a tree hugger and enjoys music. That will draw him in fast.

Average Relationship Length: Except for a couple very short-lived flings, his actual relationships have lasted years. His last one only ended due to sad backstory times.

Preferred Non-Sexual Intimacy: Lots of handholding, hugs from behind, kisses to the cheek or back of their lover's hands, forehead touching. Dancing together, playing music together. All the sweet things.

Opinion on Public Affection: The only reason it wouldn't happen is if he isn't sure his lover wants it or they have explicitly requested that it doesn't. Otherwise, they would know no peace, the public be damned.

Past Relationships: A deep gnome his adventuring party ended up saving named Lotanna was the greatest love of his life. He will unapologetically say so and carries a couple of trinkets from her with him all the time. Losing her threw him into a great depression the likes he'd never known and would happily never know again.

[zumpietoo]

This, too, is heelarious.....cuz, ofc, she's bagging on Lisa Frankenstein...which....

A) Nothing against MM, but that's a modest, at best, success

B) LF is very much already a cult classic, in a very similar vein to Jennifer's Body....which, also, was a "flop" (actually moar like both pics ultimately broke even/turned a small profit) initially....

C) Buuuutt....the BB ALWAYS forgets that Cole already had a film that was made on a very low budget, but did gangbusters at the box office, FFA....

D) It's particularly hilarious since PP qualifies for NONE of these....

E) And, speaking of.....Horn and Hardart JUST completed a round at the TV/Film equivalent of the Walmart 88 cent bin/third world mail order bride auction.....for JUST Latin America....and, it would appear, still.....crickets.....which, dudes....

I might not like PP/think she has zero talent and this thing reeks like raw sewage, but I CAN admit she does have, albeit finite, a distinct (and frequent scary and rabid) fanbase.....sooooo, while, no, they can only pilfer mommy's credit card for so long to stalk her/buy her crap (and is why, ultimately, ALL her projects largely flop)....there IS still, enough that you'd think SOMEBODY would've bought the clunker, especially at a discount fire sale....

How fucking bad IS this thing, anyway????

I mean, seriously, we now have her forced to do movies in Germany (that is NOT a positive, BTW) and can't unload her most recent scabbing shit....

At this rate, Peepster might be dusting off her Pier One apron soon..

See above. Hahahahaha

Ummm....

A) CB isn't "an actor", buuuut....

B) He'd need to have a, you know, role....and....along those lines, what happened with HIS podcast series????

Hahahahaha

Good lord, following a fucking IG account is not "being proactive with your MH", especially about something as potentially debilitating as OCD.

Plus, while I don't CB is remotely "rich", he can certainly afford professional care for this....not bad pop psych.

And, again, funny how he's glorious for being supposedly mentally ill, but Cole's evvoll, for the diagnosis they've assigned him, that doesn't actually exist....

[goblin-iz-whack]

Goblin's StEx ocs!

Jay the ore jenny:

My self insert! A genderfluid Ore Jenny who hangs around Flat-Top and Dustin. ADHD in full swing, loves to talk and flap their hands. Gets crushes on a lot of men- They're a bit small for a freight truck and wear goggles due to poor eyesight. Just an excitable lad.

Striker the diesel engine:

A diesel who was born with no wheels and weak legs, needs crutches to walk around. He lives in a yard in Tennessee, married to Trax, the adoptive Dad of Greaseball. A bit of an older guy, the true Dilf. Very caring and kind, but will also wack you if you do something dumb.

Laddie the kiddy train:

The engine of a kiddy train in an abandoned zoo. None of his coaches are sentient, the only reason he's sentient is because he has a small motor. Has heelys instead of skates, uses a bell rather than a horn or whistle. He tries to be optimistic but it's really hard when nobody has visited him in ten years and they took all the animals...

The Pipes/Smokebox the steamer:

A Steam Train who's boiler burst, was left wandering the woods blind, mute, and half deaf because the pipes and the explosion just wrecked him. He's mainly seen as an urban legend that's told to trainlets to dissuade them from leaving the yard, but he's very much real. He wants to find someone to fix him, but everyone runs away when he's near.

Snowy the snow plow:

A huge snow plow that reverse hibernates (sleeps all year until snow falls). Very no nonsense and rough, though also motherly, the perfect blend for an old lady. Has ice skates instead of normal skates and carries a big snow shovel around. Poppa/Momma's sister, they argue a lot though. Famous for having all the muscle and a big chest, ultimate milf. Married to Firebox, he's her malewife, and the mother of Hotspur and Coldsnap.

Firebox the Steamer:

A small steam train who likes to joke and goof off. Mans honestly has like no life outside of his wife and kids- He absolutely adores his giant wife and would worship her if she asked (she does). He spends most days with their sons, mothering them-

Hostpur the Diesel:

The literal embodiment of a puppy. He's Goofy, excitable, and honestly not that smart. Even so, he is lovable and loyal, he has a lot of friends. He was born a steamer, but was converted into Diesel when he grew up. He is a hopeless romantic and has a crush on a Sleeping Car named Virgil.

Coldsnap the Snow Plow:

Basically the opposite of his brother. Small, quiet, and thinks before he does things. He's his Mama's Apprentice, and takes his future role very seriously. When he isn't hibernating, he's trying to keep up with Snowy while simultaneously keeping Hotspur from playfully tackling him.

Gio the electric engine:

A young electric engine who failed as a racer. Gio was conceived in a test tube...but failed to impress his creators. He's a massive nerd and likes to play Sonic. He has a hard time grasping his electricity, often flaring and causing power outages. He has headgear that he has to wear most times, and he's green, so most don't think he's very attractive.

IQ the bay window caboose:

He grew up in a small flock of cabeese that had evolved to not have a voicebox. Eventually, growing tired of the silence, IQ fixed himself and learned to speak. He was kicked out of the flock, but he's fine by his own. He likes to sing terribly and play the accordion.

Nolan the Irish engine:

Hailing from Ireland, Nolan looks like a model engine: strong, handsome, a pretty coach by his side...but he's really unhappy. He's had to stifle his identity and personality in order to appease his yard. Cricket is in the process of breaking him out of all this,

Cricket the Australian engine:

From Australia, Cricket is just a happy guy. He likes wearing dad shirts and going to carnivals. Lately, he's been focusing all this optimism on helping Nolan with his trauma.

Toolbox the Therapy Truck:

Born a repair truck, Toolbox realized he wasn't all that inclined to help with actual repairing and welding and all that stuff. He settled for being Apollo Victoria's one and only therapist, much to the chagrin of his twin, Sprocket.

Sprocket the Repair Truck:

This guy is one word: Grumpy. He takes his job extremely seriously, which makes him a bit less sympathetic to certain things. Even so, this guy is basically like a toasted marshmallow: you gotta get past all the burnt parts to get to the soft middle. He's a secret romantic with a long distance partner, also likes romance novels and bubble baths with champagne.

Chug the Rescued Engine:

Once upon a time, authorities investigated a facility that bred trains and said authorities saw a million violations and shut the facility down. Out of that facility came Chug, traumatized and missing his babies. These days, he's doing a lot better. He lives with Toolbox and their dozen foster kids.

Tally the Ticketmaster:

Not a train, but a ticket machine. Tally sells tickets to human passengers, but he wants more in life. His feet are bolted to the ground, and he desperately wants to leave his post and have fun.

Bernadette the Business Class Car:

An older coach that is a reference/agent for most great racers. She raced with dozens of champions when she was younger and understands all there is about racing now. She has a new york accent, a big tooth gap, a 60s pin curl hairstyle, and loves to smoke and wear a lot of red lipstick.

[unikittybigbrightworldau]

Citizens of Marevi, Part 1

Way to go, Jezabat. Because of your affinity for drawing Lego sea animals, and because you have too many ideas for the Marevi quintet, you had to expand this land's citizens into multiple pages!

Eh, whatever. Let's dive in!

Waterlily's family is formally known as the Medusozoa royal family. Multiple species have ruled over Marevi over the years. King Nettle Coelenta is a sea nettle. He is kind and respectful to everyone, but he's not very good at noticing lies or tricks. Still, he's willing to do whatever it takes to help someone. He never wants to hurt another person's feelings. Queen Moonlily is a moon jellyfish. She aims to make sure that people, especially Waterlily, are healthy and safe. She always tells Waterlily to remember to smile, and she adores her creativity. She keeps a calm heart and hardly ever gets mad. I imagine King Nettle sounding like Wade from Elemental for some reason.

Shelltop's parents are good friends with Waterlily's and have been working with them for a very long time. Snailtop Molluskas is a fun-loving man who will try to make something fun if it isn't. He's rather comical; he's been joking about Shelltop's likeness in appearance to him since Shelltop first hatched out of his egg. Clamilla Bivalva is considered to be where Shelltop gets his boldness from, since she's a decisive and confident woman. She tries to help Shelltop keep his room and belongings orderly. Snailtop and Clamilla love to play sports just like Shelltop does. Clamilla is great at badminton, and Snailtop is skilled at cricket.

Celina Cecae is Spike's mother. She is an affectionate and loving woman with a cool, relaxed mood. As kind as she is, she tries not to let anyone use her kindness to their advantage. Often times, she breaks down and cries. She was once the resident royal swordswoman of Marevi. She was known for her stealth, swift movements, ability to blend in with her surroundings, and illusory combat techniques. In those days, she called herself Nightrain. However, because of Needle's horrible treatment of her and her loved ones, Celina stopped swordfighting. She’s since taken her work to the strategists’ table, spreading peace, friendship and positivity to everyone. She calls Spike her little shining sun and admires his vocal talents. People casually call her Nightrain nowadays.

Pierre Gilden, Marcella's dad, is a courageous and insightful explorer. He's been on land numerous times throughout his life, and he usually carries his satchel around with him. To him, you never know when you'll see something interesting. He also really likes to cook for the family, which Marcie thinks influenced her "Butterpearl" nickname. Elena, her mom, is a jeweler who's made jewelry for the royal family and for her children. She even wears her creations. She's enthusiastic and buoyant, though sometimes critical. Elena and Pierre have always told Marcella to never stop being adventurous, curious or creative. They've also helped her learn to know when she might be in danger, or when she might have gone too far.

Dominic Gilden, who's often nicknamed Dom, is smart and not as reckless as his siblings tend to be. He's known by his family for being knowledgeable with furniture, so they'll come to him if there's something they need to fix or set up. He hopes to join Marcella and Cream on one of their adventures sometime. When he's bored, he likes to make tiny submarine sculptures with rocks. He looks after Felicia and Julien.

Felicia is Marcie's little sister. She loves giving people hugs, and she'll usually greet people with a hug. She always talks like she has something important to say. She often mentions wanting to live in the castle like her big sister does. Felicia also likes to blow into things, like coral tubes and horns.

Julien Gilden is the youngest of these siblings. They love to hear about what Marcella is up to, especially him. He asks lots and lots of questions, regardless of how relevant to the plot of this AU they are. If the others don't finish a meal, he'll do it.

Yogurt Pygmae and Meringue Hippokamp are Cream's fathers, and they run a confectionery. They often send Cream and his friends some seaweed buns, sponge cakes or candies. They comfort their sons whenever they’re not feeling good, and Cream goes to stay with them if he’s sick, injured, or otherwise unwell. Yogurt is a smiley, sugary, and very encouraging man who’s always rooting for his kids. Cream was pretty shy as a kid, so Yogurt helped him socialize. Meringue has a warm, tender heart and is just about the sweetest seahorse man you’ll ever meet. He pours his sweetness and care into everything he does.

Whip Hippokamp is Cream’s older brother. He’s a very trustworthy guy, and Cream loves him with all of his heart. He knows that he can call on Whip if he’s in a nervous or tight situation. Whip also stands by Cream’s side when he’s not okay. If he’s asked to do something or wants to do something, he’ll do it, regardless of how long it takes him. He likes to bake donuts, or as Marevians call them, sand rings. He taught Cream to bake them, and he even wears clothes with sand rings on them.

Emilio Cecae is Spike’s breezy grandfather. He’s in his late 70s-early 80s, but he’s had gray hair for his entire life. He’s carefree, brisk, and doesn’t let little things bother him. He works as a meteorologist, and that’s because of his fascination with weather, on the surface or in the sea. He also plays the flute and has taught Spike to play it. Xenia, his grandmother, is a technology expert who’s living her best life. Though she’s a little stormy sometimes, she’s an incredibly hospitable woman with a very open mind. She keeps appliances running in earth-friendly ways.

Gabbro is a hybrid of a pufferfish and a hermit crab. He’s a member of Shelltop’s volleyball team. He’s the teammate he’s closest to, and the friend that he’s closest to outside of his main friend group. He’s adaptable, dependable, and as tough as a rock when on the court. When faced with difficulties, he doesn’t really know what to say or do, but he’s trying his best. His name comes from a type of igneous rock.

Carla is a cardinal fish and another member of Shelltop’s team. She’s spirited and a fun person to have around. She knows just what to say for any situation. She can usually be seen wearing the team’s uniform, even when she isn’t playing with them.

Ursula is an oarfish and one of many Marevian citizens who isn’t a merperson. In contrast to the regular sea animals, the merpeople look more like Lego humanoids. She’s the head coach of Shelltop’s team, and she’s a lot bigger than she appears here. She’s great at managing her team, though she does it in the calm, lenient way of coaching that’s done in Marevi. Like, she does blow a whistle every so often, but she doesn’t shout that much. She’s also incredibly supportive.

Aura is an oyster and a friend of Waterlily’s. They’re usually taking rides on their train of thought, think-think-thinking up new ideas. They’re also an honest person. They meet up with her in the castle gardens or in another calming place to paint with her. They don’t know how to make pottery, but Waterlily’s been showing them. Their color scheme and appearance are influenced by the curious oysters from Alice in Wonderland.

Natalie Nautilusia is a cheeky nautilus and a close friend of Spike and Waterlily. She does things her own way and doesn’t care what anyone says or thinks about her. She’s also brash and frivolous. She likes to act, sing, and perform comedy routines. She performed with Spike in Quoth the Penguin, “Nevermore!”, and she’s been to Waterlily’s intimate get-togethers. In the show, she played the penguin. Her headcanon voice is Andrea Macasaet.

Chrysa is a hybrid of a crinoid, more specifically a feather star, and a sea anemone. She is a good friend of Cream’s and a regular customer of his family’s bakery. She’s friendly and tries to do good for others. She’s currently attending language school, hoping to be an author someday.

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for the writing ask: 1, 13, 19, 40 :)))

AHHH hello Lark!! :D

i just answered #1 here!! i would add more but. i honestly have no more to say lol

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

oooh i just answered this one here too, but i have some more i can add!!

for difficult subject matters to write, i also have a very hard time writing about illness. this is again because of personal/family matters, but yeah. i'm not sure i could even do a sick fic (except for like one idea i have, but it's far removed enough from the usual context for me to be able to handle it)

easy to write? in a weird way, apocalypse/end of the world scenarios! this is partially because of the part of the country i grew up in and how the end of the world is something that is often talked about with glee, so there's already just this desensitization to it. but i also just like how,,,symbolic the end of the world can be? like not necessarily The End, but sometimes, the end of the world can be just having a bad day, right? i like the flexibility of the term and how it can be explored

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

ooooh ok, i think i have a fun one for how this started!

so in another ask a while ago, i had mentioned i'd started writing stories particularly after a difficult time my family went through. so now i'll talk about poetry!

i started writing poetry because of a church camp. no seriously. it was a kids camp between my 5th and 6th grade years of school, and the theme was the arts, so me and all of my schoolmates went to this camp, and all of us had gotten super into manga and drawing in that style the previous school year, so all of us had signed up for the visual arts section of the camp, of course. well basically every single one of my schoolmates who attended the camp got into that one except for me! i ended up in the poetry and cooking section despite not wanting to bother with either, and i was lowkey miserable! i remember feeling crushed because i didn't get to do drawing for that week, but also because i wasn't gonna be with any of my friends, and as an incredibly shy person, that was absolutely distressing

but as i started working on the poetry stuff, i actually (begrudgingly) came to like it? my final piece for the camp was an acrostic which was Not Good by any means, but i was like 11, and i'd never written poetry before, so why would it be good, right? anyways, after that i started exploring poetry more as a way for me to get my emotions out, and i even competed in poetry in this art competition my church's denomination runs at the national level, and i submitted a few poems to students journals when i was in high school. i haven't done much with it since, but i still write it and try to make time with it when i need to get my feelings out (i even went to the beach to write one today!) so...yeah. funny how things happen, right?

speaking of poetry...

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

you served me well with your sappho poem, so i tried my best to find one from my favorite poetry collection book i've had since my freshman year of high school :'D i just liked the imagery of this one and how relaxing it is, so i hope you enjoy it, too!

"Let Evening Come" by Jane Kenyon

Let the light of late afternoon

shine through chinks in the barn, moving   

up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing   

as a woman takes up her needles   

and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned   

in long grass. Let the stars appear

and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.   

Let the wind die down. Let the shed   

go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop   

in the oats, to air in the lung   

let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don’t   

be afraid. God does not leave us   

comfortless, so let evening come.

thanks for the ask my friend!! i hope you are doing well :] 💜