#anyway sparrow this one's for you

[belovedgamers]

[chews on a narrative shaped leaf thoughtfully]

Transcript:

Skizz: Let's see what kind of smack he's talking. Let's see what he's talking.

Tango: (fading in) ... get him? Yeah.

Bdubs: I don't know for sure but probably?

Tango: (through nervous laughter, agonized) Oh, no! (laughs)

Bdubs: Okay. Okay.

Tango: I mean, I might feel a little bad! I might!

Bdubs: (groans) Oh, come on. No, no, no. No, you've got to be tough.

Skizz: (overlapping) Yes.

Tango: Oh, no.

Bdubs: Etho... Etho would be proud? I don't know if that's a good thing anymore.

[megalomari]

so that third movie huh

[iggyshippingcorner]

okay so the sickfic has spiraled wildly out of control. it's at 2k words right now and i think the final is going to be around 5k... (sigh)

in the meantime! 1k words of Stone cooking that I wrote after baking dessert for an event last weekend. features: domestic stobotnik, some named badniks, and food as love language. mostly canon compliant, takes place sometime in the crab era :3

working at the hardened mass of brown sugar with slightly damp palms. the cheesecake is in the oven, cyan watching it with rapt focus through the glass. he’s refilling the baking supplies in the crab’s kitchen while he waits for the timer to go off. the brown sugar solidified into a brick of molasses while it waited on the counter, and while there are quicker ways to soften the sugar, he’s always preferred this method. small crystals cling to the grooves of his fingers and palms as he kneads at the brick, humming quietly to the music oni plays from her vantage point. a large clump breaks off from the brick, and he rolls it between his palms until it begins to crumple, and he deposits his fresh handful in the waiting jar. 

he dusts his sugar-coated hands off over the sink. a quick rinse to make sure he isn’t leaving crumbs across the whole kitchen. the terracotta disc gets a quick rinse as well, the old clumps of brown sugar clinging to it sloughing off under the spray. he towels it dry, revealing the familiar sparrow with its forked tail and sparse plumage. it goes in the jar, pressed down into the sugar to tamp it flat. with its labelled lid screwed back on, it returns to its designated spot in the cabinet beyond the marzocco. after the brown sugar comes the flour, a hefty glass jar with a bail lid that came from his own apartment. nearly empty. he scrapes out the last two cups and sets them aside, rolling up his sleeves as he wrangles the new bag of flour. 

alpha’s bzzt-brrp! from his perch above the fridge heralds the doctor’s arrival. stone doesn’t turn around so much as he drifts to a more interruptible task and then allows the doctor to step comfortably into his personal space, arms winding around his middle. his chin digs into stone’s clavicle. they don’t speak, not yet, just stand swaying slightly as he sets the kettle to boil and begins perusing their steadily growing tea collection. as much as the doctor despises switching things up, he’s been surprisingly accepting of stone introducing some diversity to his caffeine intake.

there’s clementines in the bowl by the marzocco, and the doctor reaches past stone to snag one. he rewards the snack choice with a silent shift, his elbow squeezing robotnik’s forearm to his ribs more securely. there’s the gentlest rumble of a laugh against his shoulder-blades. he tips his head to one side, curious, but the doctor doesn’t offer any explanation. just leans in and bumps his cheek against stone’s ear, moustache tickling his jaw and lips. 

“back to the grind,” he says, a touch too loud for how close he is. stone squeezes him again just because he can, and then lets him disentangle himself. “ETA?”

stone flicks the oven light on, and they both crouch in front of the glass once cyan shuttles away with a dejected zzzrr. the cheesecake bubbles quietly. stone checks the egg timer. “another hour. hungry?”

“biding my time,” robotnik hums, and waves the orange at him. “curry tonight?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” stone replies, like he wouldn’t carve the moon from the sky with his bare hands if the doctor asked him to. “what were you thinking?” 

“surprise me,” the doctor says, all magnanimous, which stone knows to mean reasonably spicy, and containing either lamb or pork. he graciously allows stone to steal the clementine from his hands, watching impassively as he quickly, efficiently peels it over the sink, and returns the exposed heart of it to his waiting hand. he pops one of the slices into his mouth and when the flesh splits between his teeth, stone has to take a slow, measured inhale. robotnik eyes him, but he just smiles, easy, agreeable. “I’ll send cyan to you when dinner’s ready.”

“sounds good,” the doctor nods, and leans in for an entirely unprompted kiss on the cheek that leaves stone blushing in the artificial sunlight of the crab’s kitchen windows. he shuffles out of the kitchen, peeled clementine in hand. stone watches him leave. cyan beeps eagerly from her post in front of the oven, and it breaks his reverie. 

“alright, alright. let me get in there,” he laughs, grabbing the oven mitts. 

the cheesecake comes out perfect. he has to swat multiple badniks and one robotnik away from it while it cools, and wrestles it into the fridge to chill properly despite more than a few protests (“this is a perfect time to test the liquid nitrogen chamber!”). 

dinner is a quiet affair crammed side by side at the island, legs tangled beneath the counter. the doctor steals more than a few pieces of lamb off his plate, and begrudgingly eats a few extra pieces of bell pepper in exchange. when they finally cut into the cheesecake, stone drinks in the sight of his doctor’s first bite-- the way his eyebrows raise a little, the way he assesses and catalogues consistency, texture, flavour. how his nose scrunches a little and he grins toothily down at his plate in appreciation. 

“excellent again, stone,” he says. such direct and genuine praise calls for a little preening, even if it causes robotnik to smack his arm and nearly send his own slice of cheesecake flying. the doctor snickers as he rights himself on his stool again, and accepts the retaliatory forehead kiss.

they drink tea on the couch afterwards, watching some telenovela while pretending (badly) to not notice the way they gravitate closer and closer, until robotnik’s head is in stone’s lap and both mugs are on the coffee table. stone is trained better than to fall asleep while the doctor provides running commentary on the anarrative arcs at play in the episode, but he would be a liar if he claimed his eyes never drifted shut listening to the familiar cadence of his doctor’s voice filling the warm space between them. his tangents ebb and lull like the waves overhead, their quiet domesticity concealed within the crab, far from the prying eyes of the world.

[lemonpiemosasaurus]

Lovebirds

[lesbianvaljean]

very striking that Hugo pulls back in lm 1.5.11 after several chapters of absolute brutality toward Fantine and wraps her up in the language of the divine. the chapter is titled Christus Nos Liberavit/Christ has freed us - it begins with talk of the "sacred law of Jesus" & ends with the word "God." Fantine's suffering and resignation here is seen not by the Church itself (no priests! no bishops! no candlesticks or sacraments!) but by God himself alone.

very much a chapter-length version of the parable: "Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the misérables least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me."

[yuviur]

And then, Henry is holding them really tight, more for his security than theirs, and he walks out of the dungeon (ep 42)

I cannot be the only one who cried when the twins climbed Henry and sat on his shoulders like two loving pauldrons 🥺

[cerealforkart]

See, this is what I mean when I want propaganda, I wanna see the cute ship art. I will be shipping Lovesong now, thank you my good person

Welcome aboard! Our ship is small, but it’s nice here

[solitary-bones]

ALL THE KIDDAD - TEEN REUNIONS OH MY GOD

like fucking love wolf sparrow!!!!!!! fucking finally proud of his son oh my fucking god sparrow. I can't believe it took his son saving the fucking world for him to be proud of him. like sparrow.... please. s1 sparrow would eat s2 sparrow alive. anyways. his mom tho!!! Rebecca is back!!!!

GRANT & LINK AUGHHHHHH the like enthusiastic boss kicks!!! to like I need you to be my dad again we're both broken shit like AUGHHHH and the GOOD HUG AUGHHHHHHH they are so important to me actually. Also Marco covering grant and lincons eyes with both his hands implies that he was still watching and wasn't really fazed so all of the assassin Marco truthers are winning.

TAYLOR AND NICK AND CASSANDRA OH MY GOD. Him choosing his stable relationship with his mom over dealing with his absent father is so based!!! getting the representation that you don't have to reconcile with shitty parents!!! I love it. like obviously like any other dndad fan I hope they can have a relationship in the future but if they don't it's fine! it's totally up to Taylor! shout out to Freddie for deciding to have the most fucked up family line with the most fucked up generational trauma.

SCARY AND TERRRYYYY IM SCREAMING. FUCKING HER CALLING HIM HER DAD LIKE OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD AND THE HUG AND TERRY CRYING AND OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM IM SO HAPPY THEYRE FINALLY HAPPY AND WHOLESOME. scarys character development is actually something that can be so personal

[bonefall]

My birthday was a couple days ago, and I got to see my bio dad for the first time in a while. He surprised me with the fact that I have a little half-sister, whom I've never met and who was adopted about two years back. So, I wondered if any situations in BB mimic this or have a theme of "secret siblings" or "secret family"? Sorry if this is a weird ask; this blog is honestly just such a cool little place and I love the way you approach the subject matter and take the flawed misogynistic foundation of the WC books and make them so much better (JUSTICE FOR BUMBLE!!!). I've also learned a lot about healthy and unhealthy relationships here and am really glad for your deep dives on Squilf and Bramble. Thanks, Bones!

Not weird at all! I really like exploring all the little nooks and crannies of complicated familial dynamics. I think one of the untapped strengths of WC (that the writers seem to be unaware of) is how their MASSIVE cast allows them to present all sorts of unique dynamics. So I like to pick up on it, since they don't.

For secret siblings...

I'm pretty heavily leaning towards Ambermoon being adopted by Wildfur, as a surrogacy. Something feels correct about it. Especially since Icecloud is getting retooled into a post-Battle of the True Eclipse birth, and a major supporting character in AVoS-era stories as a friend of Alderheart.

Thinking about it, I should zoom in and expand this. Maybe have Icecloud, somehow, acquire forbidden knowledge that would invalidate the Queen’s Rights and he (transman) struggles with if he's going to use it to expose his parents as an excuse to help Ambermoon.

(Especially since Ambermoon and Icecloud are basically nothing alike. Amber is independent, bold, and vain. Ice is jessie pinkman big-hearted, disorganized, and deceptively meek if you look past his "chill" demeanor)

But that's wip-- there's also Breezepelt and the Three, who are going to have an actual friendship. In particular I can't unsee Breeze and Lion having a deep one. I know I commit the Cardinal Sin of borderline himbo-ifying Lionblaze in BB, but I can't help it.

Hollyleaf ended up nabbing a bunch of his most violent roles to make her villainous descent smoother narratively, so BB!Lionblaze's story ends up being more focused on Ashfur's abuse, comic relief with cats in other Clans (something that the very serious Jay and Holly have a hard time providing), and the emotional fallout of the big reveal and Bramblestar's turn on them. Breezepelt slots neatly into that.

They were friends. Lionblaze's whole life came down around the reveal, everyone looking at him and his siblings differently, like they're suddenly something terrible. Why can't we find a silver lining, Breezepelt? Why can't we call ourselves brothers if the whole world is going to do it anyway? So much is changing, but THIS doesn't have to, we will take their weapon and turn it to armor, my ally, my friend, my brother.

(and when Breezepelt is lashing out at the three because of the Dark Forest's influence, Lionblaze is there, taking the blows and trying not to give in to the impulse to send him flying with a single paw)

There's also Harespring and Kestrelflight of WindClan and Owlclaw of ShadowClan. All of them are from a single litter between Whitewater and Mudclaw. She was going to raise the three of them alone as ShadowClan cats, but when the sire was smote, Whitewater felt they were cursed.

She was able to give the oldest two to their bio-uncle, Torear, but the weather was so bad that day and the runt was so sickly and small that it surely would have killed him. I don't think Owlclaw ever finds out why his mother always treated him with suspicion, but it did mess him up horribly.

Over in BB!DOTC, Thunder Storm is getting more half-siblings earlier. Clear Sky and Falling Feather had two daughters-- Pale Sky and Tiger Sky.

I want to explore the way that the various stages of Clear Sky's life acted on his kids. How any little curiosity Thunder Storm had about the life he might have had if he wasn't abandoned is crushed by seeing kittens who weren't. How Clear's favoritism of his oldest child set the trio against each other from the start. How this idea of "love" is toxic yet intoxicating.

It feels good to be the golden child. The power it gives you over his sycophants is satisfying. To know you, and you alone, have what someone else craves. Problem is, that's conditional, and it's cruel.

What Thunder Storm learns from his time with his biodad is that Clear Sky is not his father at all. He's taught him exactly what he DOESN'T want to be. There may be similarities-- in temperament, in physical prowess (though BB!Thunder is three-legged, he's still ripped), in taste and senses. But Thunder Storm's father is Shaded Flower.

(BB!Gray Wing died in the first book, rescuing Shaded Flower from being trampled by a horse. Xey're a patron of wisdom, Shaded Moss is taking the role of fatherhood to Thunder)

His sister is Rainswept Flower. His mom is Bright Storm. If there was a bond he could have had with Tiger Sky and Pale Sky, it dies simply and cruelly on the knife they used to cut each other out.

Pale might have wanted to mend it, she was the gentler one. But she dies in the First Battle along with her mother. Tiger Sky is too stubborn to accept any help, should Thunderstar offer it, and Thunderstar isn't in the business of begging for others to like him.

Naturally I'm lowkey obsessed with them lmao. I need to make a BB!DOTC overviewww

[noxious-fennec]

Hero agency fighting superpowerful anomalies, but its a government 9 to 5

Takeda Mizuki (codename "Merlin") is a 29 year old corporate accountant who was discovered, by accident, to have a suit of terribly powerful abilities; faced with an ultimatum, she joins HAWK to train her powers and help their world-saving mission, but mostly to not be sent to prison.

[spotsupstuff]

what would happen if Caper got the rot way earlier? Like say before Sparrows died.

you are asking that as if it didn't happen canonically ;)c

just like cancer, the Rot was always a thing. so the Ancients would've known how to handle it. and Sparrows, as an Iterator Mechanic graduate, would do just that. handle it. normally it'd be snipped early at the bud, but Euros did a stupid

[checkadii]

mfs do anything but finish their wips . like startign another, for example

[thewingedwolf]

luther: the golden child

diego: the mastermind

allison: the peace keeper

klaus: the clown / mascot

five: the rebel / truth teller

ben: the lost child

viktor: the scapegoat

is this something i think this is something

[sentientcave]

Drawing some of my favourite girls

Bambi, Bricks and Morgan. (Bambi and Bricks belong to the illustrious @dragonnarrative-writes whom we all know and love. And if you don't know and love them get on it!)

[home-and-having-tea]

I haven't watched a thing of it in years but does anyone else miss how good Umbrella Academy used to be. Does anyone remember actually enjoying the show when Season 2 came out. When they actually built on the plot and fixed things that the audience majorly disliked and built good emotional relationships and cool powers. And then fucked up every cool fun enjoyable emotional thing they did in Season 3 and 4

[youngpettyqueen]

Sally and Billy are one off characters in one episode of Doctor Who but the brief story they have is so beautifully tragic. they really know each other for all of, what, maybe 5 minutes? 10? and then Billy is displaced back in time and he has to wait 38 years to see her again, his entire life culminating in a message he has to give her. but for Sally it's still the same day. it's still the same rain. they were still strangers but he waited his entire life for her. they were still strangers but she stayed with him until he died