#body language not signing yknow

[blackbatcass]

hii linden!!

I wanted to know your thoughts on the cass knowing/using sign language?? I personally don’t think it would make sense given how she struggles with learning english and all its ins-and-outs and people usually subscribe to the ‘she uses sign language’ as a link to her body language reading abilities even though sign language has its own complexities and rules to follow or/and use it to explain away why she’s not talking/gives 1/2 word responses even tho finding her voice and being able to articulate things in a clear way is a big part of her/her character, sorry for rambling i just wanted to know your thoughts given you know more about her character and if you think it would make sense for her

hiya! yeah you're completely right. i think fandom played some kind of extensive game of telephone wrt cass & sign language to the point where large swathes of people are convinced that cass communicates exclusively through asl. it just doesn't...make a whole lot of sense when you look at canon and her actual journey to learning english. cass isn't mute, she can speak. there's nothing actually wrong with her vocal chords. lots of people have pointed out that assuming cass would learn sign language as an 'easier' alternative to english is kind of an ableist way of thinking. asl is a language, the same way spoken languages are language, and cass's disability would still apply. cass's language disability isn't specifically that she has trouble speaking & vocalizing, it's language processing in general- because she was raised without language of any kind. asl wouldn't be any easier for her to grasp than english. i think people are well-meaning when they headcanon cass as using sign language because of how it connects to her ability to read body language, but like you said, it's...kind of ignoring a lot of her development to do so.

[valleynix]

AND IF I WROTE ABOUT GAY PIRATES INVOLVING THIS FELLA…

[szynkaaa]

yknow what. I think there is a certain appeal to the Destined One being silent and not talking, especially in terms of shipping them with an OC / reader / self- insert / whatever floats your boat.

think about it. strong monkey that doesn't say much (or anything), but clearly shows he cares about you with small gestures, and looking out and protecting you while yall journey together.

maybe at the beginning it was hard to communicate? but at some point you learned how to read his body language and gestures and face expressions. And he is a good listener. you can talk his ears off but he is never gonna make you feel like you are a burden. Other people sometimes have a hard time understanding what the Destined One wants, but you just know.

it's the little things he does. stretching out his arm to prevent you walking further, to signal that there is something ahead. tugging on your clothes or grabbing your wrist to show you something he found. maybe few hand squeezes here and there to reassure you that everything is gonna be ok.

and maybe at some point you two develope your own sign language to communicate

idk just something I have been thinking about a lot.

[hyuckiefluff]

drunk in you | mark lee

pairing: mark lee x fem!reader genre: best friends to lovers word count: 1.9k ish warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing, suggestive language, reader is down bad for mark (aren’t we all), implications of drunk sex summary: was Mark Lee’s new haircut really the drop that would tip the glass over and make you spill how you really feel about him?… Well, the haircut and also the alcohol. author's note: i’m backk!! srry for disappearing for *checks calendar* two months lol this has been sitting in my drafts since mark cut his hair aaand i wanted to post it for his bday so let’s pretend im not 3 days late! HAPPY BDAY MARKIEEE <33 it’s a bit short cuz i felt like i’d have to make a second part if i wanted to add smut to yknow fully get into it lol idk but consider this a little teaser and if it doesn’t flop I’ll post a second part :)

part 2

A sudden burst of bright light pierced through your closed eyelids, jolting you awake from the deep sleep you were in. As you gradually became aware of your surroundings, you couldn't ignore the soreness in your muscles and the strange stickiness between your legs. However, it was the foreign hand resting right on top of your ass that sent alarm bells ringing through your mind. Your eyes shot open, and regret instantly washed over you as a pulsating pain hammered at your head.

"What the fuck..." you groaned, attempting to focus your blurry vision and make sense of the situation. Upon looking around, you realized that you were in the guys' dorm, more specifically, in Mark's room...

Then it hit you like a ton of bricks.

If you were in Mark's room, then that hand... and the body it belonged to, had to be...

Oh my god, what happened last night?

8 hours earlier…

Drinking with your friends after a grueling week at uni wasn't anything out of the ordinary for you. In fact, it'd be weirder if you were cooped up at home worrying about midterm grades instead of laughing your head off at whatever Jeno just blurted out. First sign that you were drunk, the boy wasn’t even that funny. His neck and ears were flushed crimson, a clear sign that he, too, had indulged in one too many drinks. And there was Jisung, practically glued to Jeno's side, oozing a whole lot of gooey affection that he would vehemently deny once he sobered up. 

Renjun and Haechan were locked in a heated argument on the floor, their voices rising in the air over some trivial matter that would probably be forgotten by morning. Surprisingly, though, they seemed to be the least intoxicated among you. 

Meanwhile, Jaemin was frantically rummaging through the kitchen, his frustrated groans and curses echoing throughout the room. It was clear that his search for more alcohol was proving to be a fruitless endeavor.

Beside you, Chenle was on his phone, engrossed in a replay of the Warriors game. At first glance he doesn’t look drunk, but you knew better. If he were truly sober, he'd be shouting and cursing at his phone screen, venting his frustrations as his beloved team struggled to keep up. Instead, he was lazily sipping from his nearly empty cup while his glossed over eyes remained glued to the screen.

Mark Lee was the only one missing from the group. You sent him a few voice messages letting him know that if he didn’t arrive in the next 10 minutes you would eat his portion of the kimchi jiggae you’d ordered earlier. He responded within seconds with a funny GIF that showed a man running and tripping.

Mark stumbled through the door just a few minutes later. He was soaked from head to toe, his hoodie covering most of his head. He was panting and his shoes were muddy and wet, he got rid of them in the entrance and looked up, clearly out of breath.  But you were already stuffing your face with his food anyways. Whoops. 

Though as soon as he pulled down the hood a chunk of food went down the wrong pipe. You coughed uncontrollably, your chest heaving as you desperately tried to regain your breath.

"Dude!! Are you seriously eating my food?" he exclaimed.

But when he noticed your struggling state, his words trailed off, replaced by genuine worry. "Yo, are you good?" he asked, walking closer to you and patting you in the back.

You managed to nod weakly, staring up at him. 

"Why’re you so late? Oh, new haircut?" Haechan chimed in from the floor.

"Yeah... what's the verdict?" Mark asked, turning his head to the side to better show off the lines of his undercut, his gaze lingering on you. 

So many thoughts raced through your mind but you were unable to form a single word. Mark had had long hair for quite some time now, and it was you who had encouraged him to let it grow. You enjoyed styling it, braiding it, and adorning it with charms—Mark gave you the freedom to do whatever you pleased with his hair. You had grown fond of his long hair, especially after helping nurse it back to health from the damage caused by bleaching and dyeing. Yet now he was sporting short hair and an undercut with edgy designs on the side, and you couldn't help but openly ogle at him. 

He looked hot as fuck.

It’s true that you harbored feelings for Mark that went beyond friendship but you were always able to hide it well and it worked out better this way for both of you (or that’s what you liked to believe). Needless to say you liked him a lot and had for a while so the sight of his new look had sent your emotions spiraling. He showed up merely minutes ago and you already felt so weak at the knees and your brain was fuzzy even though you hadn’t drank that much yet.

"Don't like it," you muttered, hoping your words would deflect attention from the clear shift in your expression. Turning around, you sought refuge on the couch next to Chenle, placing the bowl of food aside. Your stomach was turning weirdly, making it impossible to swallow another bite.

You scolded yourself inwardly for being so dramatic. It was just a haircut. But, god, he looked so good.

In an attempt to calm yourself down, you chugged your cup with soju and let out a big groan after emptying it. The sound catching Chenle’s attention as he peered curiously from his phone. You offered him a closed-lip smile, prompting an intrigued eyebrow raise from him.

Mark was awkwardly standing on the same spot. He was a bit taken aback by your sudden coldness. He definitely picked up on your strange reaction the moment he walked through the door. But he brushed it off.

"Okaay… Well I was late 'cause I was getting the good stuff," Mark explained, his frown replaced by a grin as he pulled out a beer from the bags he was carrying.

"Let's goooo!" Jaemin yelled, returning from the kitchen right on cue as if he some sort of alcohol detector. He eagerly snatched the bags from Mark and made a kissy face to the boy.

The tension eased a bit with Jaemin's infectious enthusiasm, and you decided to not focus on whatever Mark was making you feel right now. The drinks were here, and the good times were about to roll. You made a mental note to sort out your feelings later.

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Alcohol definitely did not make your situation better. The more you drank the harder it was to keep your thoughts at bay. Mark was now sitting on the single couch in front of you and every little expression or movement he made had you either biting your lip or pressing your thighs together.

Talking about thighs… the shorts he was wearing displayed his muscular legs in a way that was making it quite impossible for you to not devour them with your eyes. God, your brain had turned into that of a hormonal teenage boy. Were you seriously staring at his thighs and imagining how it would feel to ride them?

Haechan came over to you and filled your glass with more Soju. You downed it as soon as he was done pouring it, earning you a weird look from Chenle who had been eyeing you ever since Mark arrived. 

"Okay, what's with you?" Chenle mumbled, the words escaping his lips just loudly enough to capture everyone's attention. Considering you had the noisiest group of friends, all eyes turned your way, including Mark's.

Mark seemed to be getting tipsy; you could tell by the way his big, expressive eyes shimmered even more than usual and the faint blush that adorned his cheeks and neck.

"Hmm?" you managed to reply, your gaze still fixated somewhere on Mark's face. You were completely unaware of the intense amount of attention you were giving him, but Chenle, who was relatively more sober than both of you, picked up on it.

"You're literally looking at Mark like you want to eat him," Chenle chuckled, teasingly calling you out.

"Yeah, what's up with that?" Renjun asked, suddenly intrigued by the topic.

"I am?" you replied, sounding genuinely confused, though your heart raced with thoughts you were about to voice out loud. "Uhm… yeah I kinda do..."

An audible gasp followed, and you knew without looking that it came from Haechan.

Mark's expression remained unreadable, his half-lidded eyes locked on yours, revealing no discernible emotions. Was he weirded out? Normally, you might have felt self-conscious about blurting out something like that, but alcohol had significantly lowered your inhibitions.

"That's a wild thing to say," Haechan interjected with a mix of shock and amusement. "Do you actually wanna tap that?" He pointed at Mark, who was still gazing at you.

"Very much so," you replied nonchalantly, as if discussing the weather, even though you were openly talking about hooking up with your best friend in front of all your other best friends.

"Why don't you come here then?" Mark's words caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but notice the way he shifted, his legs spread invitingly.

You burst into laughter assuming he was only joking to tease you. However, the lack of a reaction from him made you realize he was dead serious. Your eyes locked on his own, reflecting the same desire you had been giving him just moments ago.

The idea of getting up and walking to him, straddling his lap, and kissing him flashed through your mind.

But the moment was interrupted by a voice that snapped both of you out of your trance. "Gross!" Jisung whined, hiding his face in Jeno's back, the older one lazily laughing and patting Jisung's thigh. "Okay, c'mon, I think we've all had enough to drink," he declared, getting up, with Jisung clinging to him. Chenle follow suit also giving you two a slightly disgusted stare.

"Yeah, one more drink for me, and I'm afraid the kimchi jiggae I had earlier might end up all over the carpet," Haechan chimed in, rubbing his stomach before disappearing upstairs.

Renjun also stood up and playfully messed up Mark's hair while saying, "By the way, happy birthday."

You glanced at the table clock and realized it was already 12:01. You had been so excited about Mark's birthday earlier in the day, but the alcohol and the tension between the two of you made you totally forget about it. Gathering your courage, you approached him. He remained sprawled with his legs out, but now he looked up at you, his lips slightly wet, distracting you momentarily.

"Happy birthday, silly," you smiled and awkwardly patted his head, hoping he didn't notice how you pressed your thighs together, trying to ease the uncomfortable ache between your legs.

"What did you get me?" he suddenly asked, and you blinked a few times, your brain struggling to register the extremely flirtatious tone he used.

When you didn't respond immediately, he continued, "Because I can think of one thing I want the most right now," lightly grazing your leg with his hand. You didn't flinch or move away.

"R-really? What is it?" you found yourself stuttering, a reaction that would have made you cringe if you were more sober.

"Come here, and I'll show you," he smirked and with little protest from you, he pulled you onto his lap.

a/n: i have a smut scene ready for this (well it’s in my brain but I’ll squeeze it out if u guys want that second part) soooo comment or simply like this so i know the audience wants it

also yes i did change the title of this but pls disregard that lol

© hyuckiefluff

part 2

[arminsesposa]

Arguments with your lover (Gojo Satoru x female reader)

That’s just how two lovers will be naturally

Small Drabble! I’ve been super busy but I hope y’all enjoy !

🎶 - Arguments with your lover by Mustard Service (Recommended song for vibe!)

It was rare for you and your boyfriend of two years Gojo Satoru to argue. You two were perfect for each other and were that lovey dovey couple that everyone’s always admired. He’d take you out on surprise dates, but you the biggest bouquet of flowers every now and then and ordering your favorite food to surprise you and overall was really such a great boyfriend. Despite all his amazing personality traits he tended to be quite childish on certain situations. Always teasing you and trying to get you to crack into either a fit of laughter or anger. So when the other day you noticed his female coworker who always gave you a bad feeling approach him you instantly glanced at his friendly confrontation with her as you two got back to your shared apartment and you instantly began to ignore him.

Satoru knew you were upset at him. From the glance you gave him, the quiet ride home, he knew you were upset at him. His female coworker who always tried her best to flirt with him and how he always began to rant about you instead causing her to awkwardly leave the conversation. He showed her a picture of you that he kept in his wallet, and the Home Screen of you carrying a puppy as he was head over heels for you. Despite you being mad at him, it didn’t stop him from getting the chance to tease you about your jealousy. “What’s wrong love?” He said in a teasing way as you scoffed and sat on the sofa scrolling through your phone. He chuckled to himself as he sat next to you his arm wrapped around you. “What is it now my dear? It’s always something new” He teased you once more tilting his head closer to your face as you rolled your eyes at him.

So maybe you were really angry at him. He thought as your body language shifted from how you usually were. You began to move farther away from him and Satoru really saw this as a sign to continue to tease you. “Baby~ What’s wrong?” He asked one more time in a single-songy voice as you snapped. His eyes followed you as you shook your head and stood up immediately to head to your bedroom. He panicked a bit seeing that you seemed actually upset as he Immediately got up on his feet to go reassure you. He tried to stop you as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, placing his head on the crook of your neck. “Satoru” You said seriously as he began to place small kisses to your neck. “You know she means nothing to me right? I don’t want her.” He said softly. “I just love teasing you yknow, can you blame me?” He said as he placed his head on your head not letting you go.

As you two were currently standing still in place you didn’t respond to him. As he held you tightly in his arms, he had biggest smile on his face. He was so in love with you and would never in a million years ever cheat on you. You were the only girl on his mind and he was truly obsessed with the idea of you. As he turned you around so he can see your face he looked you straight in the eyes, a genuine look on his face. “You’re the only girl I want, the only one I need” he said with a small blush and biggest grin on his face. “Satoru” you mumbled softly as you looked at him and noticed how honest he was being. He cupped your cheek and moved some hair out of your face before planting a kiss on your temple. He was so in love with you and would do anything to make you happy. “What were we even arguing about?” He teased you again as his fingers ran through your hair. As you rolled your eyes playfully at him, he wrapped his arm around your waist knowing that you two were on good terms again and despite every argument you guys have he’ll never stop loving you.

“Come on baby, let’s go prank call Nanami and order a pizza”

[thatdeadaquarius]

That language SAGAU but the Reader can only communicate writing on paper.

Either the Reader is mute and they (characters) don't know/understand sign language or they somehow lost their voices on their transmigration to Teyvat and can only write now. But the characters are left trying to decipher what the Reader wrote.

Examples:

Kaeya: "I may say, that was very unexpected your grace. One such as yourself should be more aware of who you are."

Reader: "wat, y u sayin dat?"

×

Gorou: "Oh, your grace! Careful now. I am most certain that you stepped on something unsightly right now. Let me clean your feet, your grace."

Reader: "r u srs rn? Fml"

Ooooo, this is nice, this is niiccceeee /ref

this would be the energy⬇️

Man I love this show, I gotta finish it (it’s Komi Can’t Communicate for those who want to see it) where she basically is too shy/introverted to speak (non-verbal neurospicy it seems like to me actually lol) and really wants to make friends and do normal things despite not speaking, her main way of communicating is writing (and her first guy friend who can just read her facial/body language really well lmao)!!

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Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them)

Planet: Headcanons-ish?

Stars: dashes/mention of most characters

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Reader/”you” are mute/lost their voice, & Trigger Warnings: None Known.

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This kinda falls into that post I made abt texting lingo, abt us being nigh incomprehensible when using texting lang. (its basically a code lol)

but i think it’s always neat to see nonverbal rep so here we are (also i think imma go ahead and say it is both selectively mute but also enforced by video game laws!)

u know a good explanation would be for this is actually abt how we technically are only allowed to freely communicate when we’re in chats,

so I could see that still being the only way we can commnicate in Teyvat (look am i little excited abt taking “video game world” a little too literally in every genshin AU ever- maybe.)

tbh i could see so many allogenes having to either learn to make room for you in convos and u also having to get wayyy more expressive in body language/facial expressions

tbh i think itd be pretty easy to get ur meaning, like in a battle or smth fast-paced where u couldnt write, like how Tinker Bell can?

if u dont know what i mean just search “tinkerbell scenes peter pan” on youtube and u can see ppl just having a full conversation with no words with her, which i think would deffo happen with ppl like Kaeya, Lisa, Lumine, Venti, Heizou, Ayato, Yae Miko, Thoma, Beidou and Itto surprisingly i could see it (ppl in the distance just think theyre all talking to themselves sometimes when ur not as visible hehe)

OMG they get u nice gifts for writing all the time, like the newest compact pens from Fontaine, the finest small, medium, and large notebooks from Inazuma,

like a little compact pocketbook so u can easily fit it in pockets!

u know Im absolutely sure you could literally start the texting appreviation trend in Tevyat like this-

like just so it’s easier to communicate with you, a lot of people are willing to adapt/take on abbreviations like “ttyl, gtg, wth, lol, lmao” even stuff like “etc”

lol u start a whole trend in the writing letters business, hehe silly medieval Teyvat is silly and medieval

yknow I think the quieter vision users would definitely find you to be peaceful to be around and easy to understand just with writing (also deffo most likely to adore the soft moments together of just ur pen scribbling and the sounds of nature or a cafe or something around them),

tbh i also think these ppl would be motivated to talk to you alone, or get you away to just talk the two of you for all the reasons above, like Xiao, Aether, Kazuha, Ayaka, Chongyun, Zhongli, Diluc, Sayu, Ei, Sucrose, Eula, Ganyu, Ningguang, Tighnari, Alhaitham omg he might literally be able to take his headphones off around u bc youd be in such quiet spaces all the time, and bc u dont talk he doesn’t have to worry abt u getting loud either lmao

…and then ofc, there’s the bitches that try and guess what ur writing ahead of timeeee 😭

bein all like, “Uh… you.. would like.. to go to… a restaurant… to get some- OH OH I got this one this time! Some pita pockets! …Oh. A drink. Right. Sorry, again.”

definitely Itto, Cyno, Heizou, Xingqiu, Fischl, Amber, Collei, Dehya, Wanderer, Childe, Venti, Keqing (she just used to being fast ok), Kaveh lmao

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I hope my reply was a little fun!! THANK U FOR SENDING THIS I LOVE THIS SM!! Man it’s so hard to make you feel my appreciation for this idea thru the damn screen

like how do i send a virtual hug

ANYWAY, if you or anybody else had an idea for celebrating 1000 followers lmk bc i am STRUGGLING with this same issue for that,

like how to make u guys feel my love 😩 ❤️‍🔥

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Safe travels ignihideous,

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♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonderss / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche / @chocogi

[druidshollow]

name signs!! the slugcats use gesture language btw maybe they make some noises like wahs and wawas and chitters and purrs and growls yknow slugcat stuff. but its mostly body language i like em that way

[glacierclear]

Just read your Ada headcannons and just

Lack of eye contact as a sign of trust is just sending me places. I'm not even in the RE Fandom. I just it's so good. A subtle sign that a heavily guarded and defensive character is finally starting to open up, finally starting to trust you and its allowing themselves to look away. To not be hyperfoucused on everything you do and just simply acknowledge you're there. To let themselves simply exist in a way they can't around anyone else. It's so fucking good. So fucking good.

to me, a huge part of Ada's character and comfort zone has to do with Knowledge, Information and Awareness. I don't think Ada likes being taken by surprise. She's good at adapting and improvising in tight spots, of course she is, but I think Ada excels and thrives when she has access to ALL the facts and ALL the details, especially when she has time to prepare and plan. Being physically aware of her space and the situation she's in is a huge comfort and necessity for her on and off the field and I think that applies to how she treats interpersonal/social relationships.

She will maintain direct eye contact, study your face, your body language, everything. Turning a blind eye to anyone is a fatal mistake. Do not underestimate anyone, yknow. So I think when Ada is truly, truly comfortable with you she'd be able to turn her back and let herself look away. She likely spends a lot of her private time alone, so spending time with someone and being able to drop her guard and let them exist within her space without being seen as a threat or potential danger is just ..... wah, it's so chef's kiss to me.

Hyper awareness is such a staple of survival for her, so being able to drop that, even for a little bit, would just be so meaningful to her. :')

[ballimeracy]

Moonlight Love Pt. 1

A Werewolf! Toji x Reader fic!

2.6k words Content Warning: Breeding, use of derogatory language (slut is used once), use of the terms 'mama', 'baby doll', and 'baby girl', knotting (smut in the second part) read part two here and part three here!

You always knew Toji was, well, difficult. From his not so good childhood, to his illegal dealings which you thankfully got him to stop in favor of a more respectable job. However, none of his issues ever stopped your heart from fluttering every time you laid eyes upon his face. Everything has been going extremely well in your relationship with your boyfriend. You had just gotten a promotion at work, and the two of you moved into a nice quaint two bedroom house on the outskirts of the city where the edges of the forest slowly crept up onto your property. Well…everything WAS going fine. You started to notice subtle differences in Tojis behavior and changes in his body. Firstly, Toji was a naked sleeper. Quite frankly, you didn’t care. Seeing his toned muscular body underneath the faint moonlight was heaven, but you started to notice more and more hair appearing on his arms, back, and legs. You just shrugged this off, thinking it was just some normal guy thing. You also noticed that his senses seemed to have been heightened, if that even was possible. You could make the littlest sound from across the home and in an instant, Toji would be by your side in an instant to see what you were doing. It was all strange, but then again, you didn’t mind or try to pry because if Toji seemed fine, it must be…right?

“...Toji?” You murmur, shifting underneath the covers of your shared bed. Your furnace of a boyfriend was no longer laying beside you, causing you to shiver from the coldness of the bedroom. Sitting up groggily in bed, you squint and rub at your face, looking around the dimly lit room. Straining your ears for any signs of your boyfriend, you purse your lips when you hear some shuffling from the bathroom. It wasn't just normal sounds, it was as if a feral animal had broken into the house and was currently wrecking the place. You let out a little sigh, climbing out of bed and shivering more at the coldness nipping at your skin, shuffling over to the bathroom. Gently, you knock on the shut bathroom door, looking at the light pouring out from the crack at the bottom. “Toji baby? Are you in there?” Your voice was thick with sleep, a yawn catching at the end of your sentence. At the sound of your voice, all noise coming from the bathroom stops abruptly. “Toji?” You repeat yourself when you get no response, knocking once more. Finally after what felt like ages, you hear the gruff voice of your man on the other side of the door. “Sorry baby doll. Had to take a leak. Go back to bed.” His voice sounded strained, which made you frown. Toji normally didn’t lie (at least to you), so you frown and place a gentle hand on the doorknob. “Toji, I'm coming in.”  You stated, turning the knob and pushing the door open, squinting at the bright fluorescent lights of the bathroom. The look of pure panic and shock on your boyfriend's face when you pushed the door open was alarming, but what was even more alarming was the set of fluffy black ears on the sides of his head and the large fluffy black tail near his tailbone. You both stand in silence, with your mouth agape as you take in Toji’s form. Along with the fluffy black ears and tail, he has grown a significant amount of hair on his arms, chest, and legs. His nails were longer, and you couldn’t help your eyes from traveling down. His cock was definitely bigger than normal, the appendage straining against the black briefs. “...I can explain mama..” Toji sounded insecure for once, his eyebrows knitted with worry as he took a step towards you. “Remember all that shit I did, yknow, before we moved in together?” Toji asked, a large hand gently placed on your shoulder. You stare dumbly up at him, giving a little nod. “Yeah…yeah I remember..” You manage to squeak out, eyes trained on the wolf ears which twitched at the attention. Tojis cheeks reddened, his tail wagging subconsciously from being so close to you. “Well, one of the missions…I didn't tell you but I got pretty damn hurt.” Toji let out a sigh. “I didn't want to freak you out mama, I should’ve told you. I don’t know what the hell that thing was, but ever since, I've uh…been turning into this.” Toji stared at you, eyes examining your face to gauge your reaction. You stared blankly up at him, processing the whole thing. “So…you're a werewolf?” He seemed hesitant to answer, giving a little bit of a nod and scratching the side of his neck. “I guess…yeah.” Toji actually looked worried, looking down where you continued to examine his new features. You stood on your tippy toes, a hand hesitantly coming out to pet one of the ears, which twitched and pivoted away. That made a smile spread across your face, a soft laugh emanating from you. “Aw…that’s pretty cute…you're like a puppy.” Toji turned red, a bit of a snarl appearing on his face while his ears flattened. “I ain't no dog, mama.” He loomed over you, which just made you giggle more as you saw his tail wag. “Sure, okay big guy. Cmon, let's go back to bed.” Toji just grumbled, allowing you to grab at his wrist and lead him back to bed.

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[crazykuroneko]

My IWTV S2E4 Watch Notes

Love the episode! I think this is my favorite so far, followed by E3 and E1.

Anyway very long note after the cut. But my main complaint now is: I miss the voice-over narration! It's basically gone after Ep 2 (except for Armand's flashback). I know it's probably a sign of how Loumand have "defanged" Daniel the Journalist and it's part of the mystery, but still! Without it, we don't get much idea about how current Loumand think on certain parts in the flashback. We don't know what exactly Claudia has said in her diaries. I feel so lost without it 😭

Oh, also, my fix-it fic for this episode would be Eglee helping Claudia get out of the coven and leave Paris along with Madeleine. Women support women 😌

• the difference of Loumand's accounts on the reactions to Claudia's play 🤭

• NOT EGLEE GIVING SANTIAGO A BLOWJOB BACKSTAGE

• I love how the founders of the 1927 company got to show off their acting as well

• God @ Claudia being so open with the coven about her hangup with the play and yet. And Louis just sat there being bitchy, giving her "well, /this/ is what you want" look.

• "This is not about Louis" Poor Claudia. people tend to talk about the men around her not her. Many such cases, even out of the screen, unfortunately.

• Santiago creating cracks in Loumand's mind. you have to give it to him

• No @ Eglee my princess catfighting over Santiago's dick.

• Dreamstat came up when Louis is unsure about their relationship. Louis is desperately trying to keep this casual because how bad it was for him the last time. Meanwhile, Armand has history of being abandoned multiple times. Ofc he wants Louis more committed to him. On top of the coven. Like, yknow, he has to risk it for Louis at least he wants to be sure the relationship is real.

• "Only works when I remember shit that pisses me off". Oh, Louis is pissed Armand hanging his history with Lestat over his head. Then Armand goes, "I try to find the vulnerability within the material". The balance is so precarious here

• Ngl the "i love you" sounds so ridiculous. LOUIS PLEASE

• "The fire?" Louis forgets about That?

* Claudia is their current biggest star yet she's still doing the wet room????! Oh fuck off

* Madeilene really matches Claudia's weirdness.

* The restaurant scene. That's what you got when you make a problem with a Black man growing up in Jim Crow NOLA! he's so done with the coven.

* Louis and art. He went into art once he arrives in Paris. I think it's to connect to humanity more. He said it helps freeing his mind as well. I wonder how much seeing Lestat connecting to humanity through art affecting his drive here. Whether consciously or not. But alas, he is businessman at heart. He's good at management and trades. Anyone has tried to guess AMC Louis MBTI?

* The addition in their archive though?? Is rashid a Talamasca agent confirmed? Or that's Armand miscalucating?

* Also that line about Daniel and a girl at high school. Once again a reminder that these men are misogynists first and foremost 🙂

* Oh I like the scene with Louis and Ghostat in the dark room. Ghostat really says everything Louis doesn't dare to admit to himself. He actually knew his weakness as photographer. There's also a meaning here Louis making those lines said by Lestat. Lestat likes to confront Louis about what he believes about himself, but he never does it the right way (which is the crux of their problems). Here he does it the right way.

* Sam giving 🥺 because Louis does that when they're good with each other is so 😭

* "Romeo!" Louis is SO mad about the restaurant if that's how he reacts to Armand romancing him

* "Are you their hostage?" Madeilene why are you so straightforward? (I like her)

* I know it sounds consensual, but Madeleine's body language when telling her story with that German soldier looks weird. Perhaps we'll see her more open later.

* "I don't enjoy using my power like that" he says, after flexing his power on security guards then float to the next floor. I think what Louis said in S1 that Lestat not using his power perhaps in consideration to not make Louis felt way weaker says more about his current situation than he was with Lestat. Like, I get him, you can't help comparing notes on your relationships.

* Oh, the Ghostat in the museum date is clearly Louis' reluctance to believe Armand completely. Or rather than believe, I think "putting his guard down" is more accurate. He did after Lestat told his story and yet he got betrayed. I think Sam does a good job here. As the story goes, Ghostat looks more anxious. Louis wants to let go yet there are still the coven, Armand's power, and the secret hanging over them.

* Assad's acting here 😭

* Going on a date with Louis then threatening Claudia. THAT IS WILD.

* I wonder if Delainey uses chest binder as Claudia. If not, I wish she did. ngl that line and the visual don't match.

* That period blood scene is something. Bet Rolin was very inspired when he read Memnoch

* "I pretended to be an actor for two years." When does Louis mean here? Lestat at Renauld's? He stayed there as an actor for two years before shit happened? I need an updated timeline already OML

* Not @ Ghostat aka indirect Louis calling Claudia a "poor decision"

* Louis knows it's doomed. But again, he's desperate to find happiness in Paris. Because him killing Lestat and choosing to go with Claudia has to pay off somehow. (Is she worth it?) He's desperate to make this work with Armand. He sees Armand is basically a lost child, shouldering this job he doesn't want just because he's older. So, Louis, good at running things etc, takes the wheel here. Trying to save the sinking ship that's the coven. Unbeknownst to them, the doom actually has started already (Santiago finding Lestat's last words). Louis also gives Armand a choice here, but Armand said he wants him. Well, we know what will happen with the coven members 🤭

* The Ghostat disappearing. Ngl the rain and special effects make it look ridiculous. And Hannibal (the show) did a better job with it by literally re-slit Abigail Hobbs' neck. But I understand that won't work in IWTV narrative wise. In Hannibal, it's not Will who slit her throat, so when they redid it it doesn't have added meaning. But Louis the one who slit Lestat's throat. And he doesn't want to re-kill Lestat. He has made peace with it. In fact, the fact he doesn't burn Lestat's side on that photo with Armand and his last words with Ghostat tell me that he's not forgetting Lestat. he's moving on, yes, but he puts Lestat safely in a corner of his heart. Just like Lestat did with his initials. And it reminds me to Louis' initials on the letter he sent Daniel in S2 look a lot like LDL, not LDPDL

* But anyway, isn't it sus Claudia just has her diaries out in the open like that? I mean, yes she doesn't live with Louis anymore, but there's a history of Louis reading her journal. If I were her, I'd at least save them in my coffin at the apartment for save keeping. This is sus.

* "Is that what makes you fascinating?" Oh, Armand is so insecure about their relationship for years. He saw Louis getting interested with this Daniel boy and he tried to crack his brain, finding the reason.

• Daniel isn't filed under suspected victims.

[misspjsuperior]

Like many contemporary artists I too was inspired to capture my own Roan of Arc interpretation based on Chappell Roan’s recent VMA performance. I was especially enamored with the shiny armor and imagined Chappell singing into a sword like a mic, bearing the banner of her cause, of her people. It makes artistic sense for the rising pop star to reference and embody Joan of Arc as a modern champion of LGBTQ+ expression. How tho? Why is Joan of Arc, martyred by being burned at the stake, so popular in Queer art through the generations?

To understand, we must know what was actually deemed to be her crime. Witchcraft? Sorcery? Heresy? All of these were her charged but NONE of these were her actual convictions.

Jeanne D’Arc also known as Joan of Arc is famous for having been martyred as a heretic after leading her French army to seemingly impossible victories against the English occupation during the Hundred Years’ War and her body at the stake to be burned is a popular theme in art about her life.

But heresy was not successfully convicted against her. Saint Joan was murdered by the state, by England, solely on the grounds of cross dressing.

After prolonged, intensive questioning by Cauchon and the other members of the tribunal, Jeanne d’Arc gave them no answers that could constitute heresy. They accused her of practicing sorcery, but she testified repeatedly that she only followed the word of God and believed in the infallibility of the Church and Pope.

The clerics then proclaimed that her cross-dressing was an abomination to God, to which she answered, “the clothes are a small matter, the least of all things”. However, Cauchon soon realized that through a technicality in canon law, the tribunal could condemn her on this small thing.

The tribunal convinced Jeanne d’Arc to sign a legal document stating her submission to the Church and recanting her claims about hearing the saints’ voices. Attached to that document was a cedula, or royal decree, also avowing that she would no longer wear men’s clothing. Upon her renunciation, the tribunal released Jeanne d’Arc back to prison without indicting her for any crime.

Yet, three days later in prison, Jeanne d’Arc was again wearing men’s clothes. In a later trial, some testified that guards had stolen Jeanne’s female clothes and replaced them with male clothes. Whatever the case, as soon as Cauchon heard the news, he immediately condemned her for lapsed heresy on the grounds of cross-dressing. The same day, the tribunal handed Jeanne d’Arc over to the secular court for her punishment: burning at the stake.

The execution took place May 30, 1431, in the public marketplace of English occupied Rouen, France when Joan was only 19 years old

Now with proposed bills in US states like Texas, Florida, and Ohio that call for children’s genitals to be examined in order to play sports to prove cisgender participation status and which proper jailing parents who do not force their trans children to present as cis, it seems we are have regressed back to 15th century European standards. But yknow the US is still the champion of the colonizing English, look we Americans are still speaking their language right now! No more home of the free than Orleans was before Joan rose up in her power.

Whether or not Joan was actually trans masculine or any other kind of Queer, the fact remains she was murdered on a gender biased technicality. Let’s not let that keep happening over 600 years later.

[calciumdeficientt]

Could you write Ted Thompson or Johnny Vincent relationship hcs 🤭 your hcs are so good like this is what I live for

I think I sent an ask about my ocs Toby and Dolly for ship hcs (Toby x Ted, Dolly x Johnny) but this iPad is tweaking so idk if they came thru

I really liked the choose your own adventure thing i did for the thad date hc thing so i think I’m gonna emulate that here with a first date with Ted scenario… i just.. i want to okay this is my blog!!!!! there’s also a choose your own adventure tier on my ko-fi now if anyone wants it i just…i really wanna write more stuff like this it was fun

FIRST DATE WITH TED THOMPSON CYOA

You were late to lunch, English class had run over again because Mr Galloway had to go and print new worksheets, having spilled cheap whisky all over the original ones. Opening your locker to place your. Textbooks inside, you see a figure stop and lean on the locker beside yours, noting crazy interesting, kids at Bullworth are pretty good at stopping and pausing midway through a task. Closing your locker, you see that it was Ted Thomson leaned against the flaky blue paint of the locker “Hey, listen. I’m doing a little training session tonight, just me… Tryna keep my gains up” he flexes a little, not able to contain his little smile “You should come with, I always need a spotter.” DIALOGUE OPTIONS: “SURE, I DON’T REALLY HAVE ANYTHING GOING ON TODAY”, “UHHHH THANKS BUT NO THANKS, I DONT REALLY DO SPORTS”, “I’M SORRY, DO I KNOW YOU?”

“SURE, I DON’T REALLY HAVE ANYTHING GOING ON TODAY”: Ted smiles, happy that you’ve chosen to accept. He pushes himself off of the locker and adjusts his letterman a little bit. “Tight, meet me outside the gym at 6… wear something you don’t mind getting sweaty”

“UHHHH THANKS BUT NO THANKS, I DONT REALLY DO SPORTS”: Ted raises a brow at this, everyone at Bullworth does gym at the very least. He presses you a little more “It wont be anything crazy, I’ll go easy bro, trust me” DIALOGUE OPTIONS: “STILL NO, NOT MY SCENE” “FINE, BUT DON’T LIE TO ME”. “STILL NO, NOT MY SCENE” —>Ted crunches his face up, he didn’t understand why you were being so difficult. He’s an all American QB, you know how many people are chomping at the bit to see how he trains? “Whatever, your loss loser” Ted clears off, making sure to give you a firm shoulder tap on his way past MISSION FAIL. “FINE, BUT DON’T LIE TO ME” —> Ted’s smile widens, he seemed like he still had a chance of getting his ball in your red-zone “Right on, I’ll see you at 6, okay?”

“I’M SORRY, DO I KNOW YOU?”: “I.. uh” Ted sets his jaw and narrows his eyes a little bit, as he stands there dumbfounded, trying hard to see if you were joking. Based on your body language and general lack of interest in your tone of voice, the message was received loud and clear “Yknow what… I thought you were someone way hotter, case of mistaken identity, brochacho”. Thoroughly embarrassed, Ted walks off, likely down to the cafeteria to drown his sorrows in carbs. MISSION FAIL

At 6, you meet Ted by the door of the Gym, he’s wearing his football shirt and the smallest, tightest gym shorts he owns, if that’s not a sign of what he wants to get up to later, then I’ve got no idea what is. He smiles and approaches you “Glad too see you came, c’mon. I came early and set everything up, we can just get started” he looks to you expectantly, clearly approving of your choice of workout clothes,and very very happy to see you taking this seriously. He allows you to enter the gym. He has a couple machines set up, they’re a little worn down, clearly heavily used by the jocks in their free time. There’s a weightlifting bar with a few dusty old plates, a cross trainer and a few tackling dummies with crash mats behind them “ You know how to tackle, bro?” DIALOGUE OPTIONS: “YEAH I THINK SO, I USED TO PLAY FOOTBALL AS A KID” “NOT REALLY, BUT IT CANT BE THAT HARD, RIGHT?” “NOPE, I DONT SLAM INTO DUDES FOR FUN”

“YEAH I THINK SO, I USED TO PLAY FOOTBALL AS A KID”: Ted gives a nod of approval and allows you to approach one of the dummies, situating himself behind it in case you slip out of the tackle and get hurt, but also to provide some extra resistance if you come in a little hard “Right on, y’know you should try out sometime, we’re always on the hunt for fresh meat”

“NOT REALLY, BUT IT CANT BE THAT HARD, RIGHT?”: He doesn’t quite appreciate the fact that you think football is so easy, there’s a lot of nuance in the positioning for a tackle and avoiding a foul and whatnot, but he likes the cut of your jib and is willing to show you the ropes “Right on, man, right on. Let me help you out”

“NOPE, I DONT SLAM INTO DUDES FOR FUN”; Ted’s brows furrow. He’s thoroughly offended by your answer, nice going, punk. “Hey! I’m not like that.. I’m an all American…. And just so you know, naked twister is a good way to boost morale… and we’re not even naked, we have socks on an- why am I explaining myself to you?! Get gone, loser!” He drags you out of the gym and slams the door behind you, expect a thorough beating from the jocks in the coming days MISSION FAIL

You spend an hour or so working on tackles, 30 minutes for you, and 30 minutes for Ted. The sheer amount of forcer in his tackles leaves you winded, sore and begging for mercy. Ted just thinks you’re playing around, and goes to fetch some water for the both of you. On his return, he gestures to the weight rack and suggests you take a stab at it, having proven yourself on the tackling dummy “Hey, how about this, you take a breather and spot me, okay? Then the Tedster can help you”. His time on the bench is short and sweet, he’d already worked out his arms in the morning, and just wanted to a couple extra bench presses as a nightcap. Being the gentleman he was, he wiped the sweat off the bench once he was done, and left the plates on the pole so you wouldn’t have to fiddle around with them. “Hey, you need a spot bro?” ACTION OPTIONS: REFUSE THE SPOT, LET HIM KNOW YOURE A TOUGH COOKIE; ACCEPT THE SPOT, BUT ASK THAT HE TAKE SOME OF THE WEIGHT OFF THE BAR FOR YOU FIRST; INSIST THAT HE CONTINUE, AND YOURE FINE TO KEEP WATCH.

REFUSE THE SPOT, LET HIM KNOW YOURE A TOUGH COOKIE; Ted nods and backs away from the barbell. Unfortunately for you, Ted benches triple your body weight as a warm-up,so his usual bench press is much too heavy. Your arms give out from under the bar and it falls on your windpipe, crushing it and killing you almost instantly. Ted can’t be with someone that has such a weak windpipe, so be bails on you as you slip into oblivion, but he does show up to the funeral MISSION FAIL

ACCEPT THE SPOT, BUT ASK THAT HE TAKE SOME OF THE WEIGHT OFF THE BAR FOR YOU FIRST; Ted nods, quickly removing some of the plates for you “Sorry man, I shoulda thought of that first, I forgot you’re kinda wimpy.” He laughs a little and gets himself in the right spotting position. It’s still a little heavy, but you won’t die or anything. Ted’s right there to catch the bar before it does any serious damage.

INSIST THAT HE CONTINUE, AND YOURE FINE TO KEEP WATCH; Ted’s a little confused, he won’t lie, but he’s pretty impressed you’re still hanging around because it means he gets to show off. He benches fast, and even does some little tosses with the bar, its all fun and games until he conks himself on the head. A little embarrassing but not a dealbreaker.

Your little workout session is over almost as soon as it began, and thank god, that crosstrainer looked like some form of saw-trap,Ted must have put it out for decoration or something, because he seemed to forget about its existence altogether. Maybe he just wanted to focus on training that the pair of you could do together. Ted unlocks the gym door and the cool night breeze feels SO GOOD on your embarrassingly sweaty body. He raises a brow at you as he watches you try and get cool, and can’t seem to stifle a little chuckle. “Hey, dude, how’s about you join me in the showers for a debrief?” DIALOGUE OPTIONS: “UM… YEAH DUDE, I WAS JUST GONNA GO TO BED LIKE THIS” “I’M COOL, I WAS GONNA USE THE HOSE OUTSIDE OF HARRINGTON HOUSE” “SURE, IVE ALWAYS WONDERED WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO PLAY WIDE RECEIVER!”

“UM… YEAH DUDE, I WAS JUST GONNA GO TO BED LIKE THIS”: Ted once again can’t tell if you’re joking, but while ultimately deciding to let sleeping dogs lie, he just cant help but tell you that you’re totally weird for that. “EW, foul ball man. Whatever, I was never here, okay?” all you had to do was wash your stinky ass, way to blow it in the last quarter. MISSION FAIL

“I’M COOL, I WAS GONNA USE THE HOSE OUTSIDE OF HARRINGTON HOUSE”: A little weird, sure, but Ted can respect the hustle. He hates those rich freaks as much as the next guy, even though he doesn’t know them too good. Apart from Justin… he knows Justin VERY well. “Right on man, go mark your territory”

“SURE, IVE ALWAYS WONDERED WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO PLAY WIDE RECEIVER”: Ted cant help but grin, it was such a dumb joke but he didnt care. He’s managed to get a workout in, and get some action all in one night. The pair of you walk towards the showers and Ted can’t resist the urge to yell “HAHAHA TOUCHDOWN” before allowing you passage into the boys locker room, closing the door behind you.

LEVEL:CLEAR

NEW HI SCORE!

POINT BONUSES: COMPLETIION BONUS +5,CLIQUE LEADER SCORED +10, BOINK BONUS +69,PERFECT RUN BONUS +10, WEIRD AND OFFPUTTING BONUS +5, READING THE BONUSES BONUS +100

CONGRATULATIONS!

You just completed a first date with a clique leader! Excellent work fair traveller. Let me know how well you scored in the RBs/comments

PLAY AGAIN? <Y/N>

[leatherbookmark]

so a v fun thing about being anxious

about having potentially hurt others is that like. when i was a kid no one's really went -- fuck, yknow what, when i was a kid no one even SHOULD have gone "i'm upset because you did X" at me because i was a fucking kid. i was stupid, i didn't know shit. this didn't stop my mother from making her displeasure with whatever i've done glaringly obvious, with her loud sighs and cold silence and the handful of seconds that passed slow as molasses every time i'd say sorry and hug her, and only after those several seconds she'd hug me back, as though she was letting me know just how much i hurt her and how reluctant she was to forgive me.

(which, by the way, she passed on to me. whenever someone hugs me as an apology, i need a moment to hug them back. and it's not because i don't like physical contact, i'm touch-starved as fuck. i hate it so much.)

the fun thing about being constantly on watch for the signs of having hurt someone who's Not Willing To Even Talk About It, Because They Have Given Up, And Also, You Should Know Better, is that you can't just turn it off. i can't go "oh yeah, from now on i'll just ignore this".

and also like. my mother practices this form of emotional economics in which she neatly catalogues every little thing i do that could potentially be brought up as something that hurt her, but is blind as a mole to the signs that i am hurt. and also, it appears that i've had a resting bitch face ever since i was a baby, because whenever someone came up to me like "you seem upset", it was never "has something happened, and can we fix it", but rather "why are you being huffy, can't you see it's ruining the vibe".

and so. in result. i have no, idk, guidebook on others perceiving me and my emotional states. because the default is just being ignored or misinterpreted and attacked. and so. is this person acting like they don't notice my (in my eyes) very obvious distress just... not an expert in my body language? are they ignoring me on purpose to teach me a lesson? how do i express myself in the first place so that i appear human, and not "dramatic" and "attention-whorish"? what's the socially accepted way of being sad enough that your friends/loved ones/if apply notice and go "hey, you seem sad, wanna talk about it?", but not enough that it's obnoxious? etc, etc

on top of that my mother's side of the family loves this thing where they say something is totally fine (but it actually isn't), or do something for themselves (but actually it was all for me), which is like. not only am i not worth talking to, like, seriously, not only are people prone to hiding their discomfort from me, but also i'm somehow this kind of person that people make sacrifices for, who then doesn't appreciate them properly.

so even if i really try to switch my anxiety off and ask someone if there's something i've done, and they say no, i... can't trust them, can i. every single time people say it's fine, or are nice to me, or compliment me, how can i be sure that they're not just being nice because they're nice to everyone? or that they're forcing themselves to tolerate me, because they're good people?

logically, it seems far-fetched that everyone would just pretend to tolerate/like me while secretly hating me/harbouring grudges, but it didn't... stop... my mother....

[chthonicgodling]

(April’s)Huevember - Day 10!

featuring: Meno & Leo!

[in which I’ve made my very own #Huevember wheel this year (that you can use too! Pls tag me I’d LOVE to see!) - unabridged version continues, including a wide array of Elysium’verse characters across the rainbow!]

more rare cameos though I’ve certainly drawn Meno a good handful of times!! usually every Huevember!! as one of our very few greens 🙃 nnNOTES

at long last behold the left out third in that day 4 Alena & Hess polycule pic, their partner Meno, and the throuple’s toddler age son Leo! WOO

Leo is biologically Hess and Meno’s son because since Alena’s a Lamia no one knew what would happen if she tried to carry a baby lmao would prob have been a weird little egg or like. an entire snake monster. Whwhhoops

@fenixethekid’s Meno is a super minor god who actually works in the Underworld as a cattle rancher, running a farm of all sorts of ooky spooky creatures. signature goth cowboy

BUT his real claim to fame is as a tattoo artist and body mod piercer etc,, lots of Tory’s tattoos and Charon’s were done by him, I’m sure others that I’m not thinking of bc I’m currently typing this at 1 am the day before it posts, and also some uhh. choice piercings that Tory and Maci both have yknow 😏😏 Hm

Leo’s a little baby and he’s actually completely mute like momma Hess is! He’s completely fluent in sign language (so are Meno, and Alena of course) !

day 11 tomorrow before we can start to inch out of these greens… ALSO TOMORROW 11/11 IS MY BDAY YAAYY

click the link up above to see the whole Huevember wheel - feel free to use the tag AceprilHuevember if u want to play too - and my tag this year can be found here!!

[vacantgodling]

I'm sorry but did I miss something ?? Noble ?? Hello 👀👀

OOOO NOBLE MY BELOVED

so i've actually had noble as a story for a LONG time. a long long time. however i've been extremely intimidated to write it and plan it out because scifi isn't really my... forte? i feel like it should be easy to make a scifi or a space opera but my brain just gets caught up in all the details and i never end up moving forward with them HAHA. but i'm trying to get out of that because writing is supposed to be FUN.

anyway tho, onto noble. just gonna stick this under a cut bc its LONG to ramble and spoilers or whatever bc i never have an excuse to talk about this story and ahhhh i love my son

firstly its called noble because (1) its a story about fuck the government and doing whats right and (2) its a play on noh's name, which is literally pronounced 'noble' (for the most part) when you put it all together.

in this universe earth has kind of been fucked; no one is really born on earth anymore bc the planet has gone to shit and the radiation is so bad and people who still live on the planet are usually sent there as prisoners (so earth is space australia but literally) or they're unlucky enough to be born there. noh was born on earth (though he doesn't remember this) however, he was taken in by the overarching... uh idk space police state government thing. i haven't thought about what it is too much lmao. anyway, babies are usually taken from earth if they have a good aptitude (aka they survived lmao) and since they're abandoned anyway they're indited into our FAVORITE super soldier program.

this program is called JACK and JILL.

the jack and jill program is an elite super soldier police force program where jacks are the brains and jills are the brawn. they go around enforcing laws, doing drug busts, keeping the "peace" around the galaxy etc etc. however, they always go in pairs just like the nursery rhyme jack and jill, and most jacks and jills are trained together from infancy to make sure that they're 100% in sync.

again, this is all shit noh doesn't remember, but he used to be a JILL. his JACK was a woman named amelia rottney. however something happened and he, amelia and some of their other companions (two other jack & jill units comprised of ethan summers (the jack) and iodine mary evelyn (the jill) and neso/neon (so technically speaking and i have to do more research into this to make sure that i am portraying this correctly but neso/neon are a DID system, but bc both the alter (neon) and the host (neso) operate together p well for the most part, they're the only "solo bodied" jack/jill unit. also speaking of representation, noh is mute! he mainly communicates with sign language but he does have implants; which got fucked up when he was first initially found but he eventually gets new ones but this is off topic).

but they all discovered some fucked up shit about the government and wanted to bring it to light obvs (i mean the fact that none of them knew that they were all p much stolen orphans is Bad Probably) however the government got to them first and sought to eliminate them. they all scattered p much, but noh p much sacrificed himself to let the others escape so they tortured him and erased his memory and then left him adrift in space to die. however in like a weird ass ploy to keep power they basically painted noh & co as terrorists that were trying to disrupt the peace of the cosmos, so they offered a reward/bounty for noh & co dead or alive-even though they knew they set him adrift and for all intents and purposes the government isn't looking for him he's dead.

until he's yknow. not dead. since yknow. he was found by a cargo vessel adrift and was able to be saved. tm.

so the whole story is kind of noh being on the run/trying to stay on the DL while he tries to figure out what in the sam hell is going on and then eventually reuniting with his friends and fucking this government up the ass in a bad way.

he also ends up befriending and eventually getting into a relationship with a space pirate rouge thing (i have so much worldbuilding to do its not even funny lmaooooo) named emerion jackson and idk i love their relationship a lot i rotate them in my head LMAO.

but yeah so that's the Extended Cut of what noble is about, maybe i will make this into a coherent wip intro one day LMAOOOO

[duck-in-the-universe]

"I wouldn't say I hope for the crashes. They simply happen, whether we're there to harvest the parts or leave them to rust in the sands. Might as well make something good out of it."

An old mining bot gone rogue, Sprocket (he/him) is now the defacto leader of our little group of scavengers.

Some info:

Was originally scavenging on his own, but started the group when he picked up Glass (another member)

Bounced around in different jobs as he found a spot to settle down on Deslocar after his mining days, the most important of these being his bandit and mechanic days

He still isn't quite settled down now, but there's certain towns and cities he floats between a lot

Very much an engineer, knows his way around all sorts of machines and is great at fixing stuff, including himself

Has made a lot of adjustments and modifications over the years

accidental dad friend

Freaks out HARD when anyone gets hurt, and has a habit of offering the humans water when they complain about literally anything because like??? that's what people need right?????

Not super a fan of violence, but he does what's necessary. Tries his best to keep the crew out of shit, when he can, especially after it's not just him and Glass

The tubes running outside of his body help maintain his temperature- robots run on a liquid power source and it gets hot

Works like rabbit ears yknow?

His eyes emit a light glow, it's hard to see in the daytime but very noticeable at night, some say to an unnerving degree

He has slats above and below his eyes that he can use to emote

Talks through the speaker on his face, but also knows sign language and can flash his eyes to speak in a kind of morse code

He taught it to Glass a while back, and they use it to communicate sometimes, either when its convenient to be able to talk without talking or signing, when they dont want anyone else to understand them, or when Sprocket just feels like it