dexdenny

[duck-in-the-universe]

I think it's funny when robots in fiction are just,,, super old and they outlive multiple generations of humans and are kinda treated as functionally immortal but irl tech is like "Your car is 20 years old???" or "I get a new smart phone every two years!"

Lemme see old ass bots who are mocked for being all ancient and outmoded and then when someone asks "How old are you??" it turns out they're like five.

[emero0]

Ight im analyzing Bake no hana or “flower of transformation” cus its in my brain

Spoilers for mizu5 (obv but heres your warning)

(Lyrics from project sekai wiki)

This is mostly line distribution but feel free to add more

So the first lines are about mizuki (obviously)

Probably about people looking at them weirdly and how they’re used to it — and how they’re cute but its “wrong” its “a sin”

Also this is a music thing but enas lyric “its off” is off beat with the song as well

Then more about mizuki crumbling and breaking sown with their secret because it was revealed before they could reveal it themselves

Next, i find it interesting how every time this lime is sung its by kanade, mafuyu, or both (+kaito)

Which could be in reference to the fact that neither of them were there when everything went down

They also seem to take on more narrator roles like in the beginning

Following this, Ena sings this line every time as well — likely in reference to her not being able to say anything to mizuki and being unable to take back the look on her face when mizuki found her—a face that could be seen aa disgust or “ugly” - “makeup” because its not how ena truly feels

(Which btw—i believe was mainly in part to “oh shit i just found out the secret ive been patiently waiting for before i was told and now i feel awful” and not “oh my god mizuki is trans” or whatever your interpretation of that is considering THEY STILL HAVENT CONFIRMED ANYTHING—which is slightly frustrating but alas we can wait)

Next, either mizuki not wanting to go back because they are tired of running—or even (and im leaning towards this one) they cant go bavk to being a kid, to being “how they were”,

“Blossoming” into this flower, they cant go back and not be trans, theyve bloomed into who they are, even if its “off” and “a sin”

(Im trying not to push trans stuff (NOT /neg) and just look at it as it is but its really hard to see it another way for me /lh —a trans person)

Next, another song thing—when mizuki tells everyone to disappear—they do

No one else sings except kaito, and then when they sing “stay with me” they come back

Then they repeat lines with kaito which could mean something-but it may also just be adding kaito to make it different the second time around because music theory

Nearing the end—this may very well be 1: mizuki not knowing the future and mafuyu-ing into sekai

But it could also be a nod to the player—not knowing the future-and until they do mizuki not showing up in the “real world”

And finally—the curse of being born the way they are, they’ve had enough of running (away from their problems, their mistakes) and have essentially done the game equivalent of —well— disappearing

Overall i really want a full version and i think what we have so far is very interesting—i dont have jpsekai so im probably missing some stuff-but i have seen mizu5 so thats where most of this came from

(Will be avoiding most social media tho cus the arguments over this are—interesting… tumblrs been good so far tho ^^’)

[autisticlalna]

i try to not compare skyblock kingdoms to dominion too much because i feel like anchoring a series to an older one a couple of the members were in is a disservice that prevents people from acknowledging how good it is on its own merits.

but also, man, i havent been this invested in a series since dominion. i havent been this INSUFFERABLE in a series since dominion. tsmp came close, but sbk's medium is closer to dominion's territory so i get to do stuff like talk about editing choices and what does and doesn't make it into povs and stuff like that.

there was a very specific Vibe dominion had that nothing else really clicked for me. its not just the storytelling, its the atmosphere. its something more intangible. its how everyone and everything comes together and elevates each other. its how it introduces me to creators i wouldntve watched otherwise. its how everybody has their own unique Thing besides just the overall series gimmick like origin or wood type (that includes you, Ruby!).

sbk is fantastic. its way more than "the first skyblock smp", although i get why theyre leaning on that as the selling point. theres so many little quirks that freshen things up and make it stand out. not only that, but the positive reception to fanart and theorizing and fan content in general is wonderful, and getting to hang out in streams is a blast-- although i also hugely appreciate how thats not mandatory to enjoy the series, either.

i wont shut up about sbk because i want more people to discover and enjoy it. its still pretty early in and catching up on a single pov is easy. everyones editing styles and what they focus on bring something new to the table.

please, please give skyblock kingdoms a shot.

[fallen-child-escapism]

Hello Fragblr. This most likely wont get attention cus no one really cares about fraggle rock at the moment but I HAVE TAKES.

The important question: How old are they?

To me personally, if they were human theyd be college student age. oldest to youngest would be Mokey, Gobo,Red,Boober and Wembley

If i were to translate it to human years, Mokey Gobo and Red would all be 20-25 and Boober and Wembley are 18-20

Sexuality and Pronouns!

Mokey-Lesbian! She/Her but i feel like she'd rock some neos too

Red-Bi,fem leaning, She/Her

Gobo- Queer, He/They (only uses they/them with the five)

Boober and Wembley are both TRANSmasc and GAY

Relationships:

Its a given that SOME of the fraggle five are definitely written a certain way. Its undeniable how some of their actions towards certain others of the group are gonna be read as romantic.

Gobo, isnt dating anyone currently. I get the feeling he wouldnt be SUPER big on being tied down by an official relationship because the guys gotta go go go! At least thats what he tells his friends. In reality, They probably just havent met who keeps them interested.

Mokey and Red are dating! They even live together (canonly!). It caught their friends by surprise at first because they are so different but after "a cave of ones own" ( i think thats the episode name i could be wrong!) the gang was put at ease with their relationship. Overall, theyre a healthy happy sapphic couple and i love them:)

Wembely and Boober are so ridiculously in love. As of now they are officially together but it was a looooong process for them to actually ask each other out. Gobo definitely was a little put off by Wembley expressing his feelings for Boober. Just because he worried Boober's pessimistic attitude would too negatively affect the boy. Typical protective brother stuff. And dont even get me started on how long they went on pining for eachother cause they couldnt bring themselves to confess. Luckily Mokey (and Gobo) helped and they are now happily dating:)

NON romantic Relationships!:

One of these is pretty implied, the other one is total headcanon

Wembley and Gobo are adoptive brothers! I actually have no reasoning for where exactly Wembleys parents are? Any of their parents actually...Anyways! I think that wembley has always been a family friend of some kind, he was just officially adopted into the Gobo-Matt Family the day uncle matt left for outer space, since thats the day wembley moves in with Gobo. But there are some holes in this because when uncle matt comes back in season 2 to visit he doesnt quite remember Wembley. Oh well. Wembley and Gobo are brothers in my heart. <3

Boober and Mokey! Are siblings, adoptive or step, either way. Mokey is the oldest of the 5, Boober is the youngest other than wembley who i dont see as very much younger than him so they were raised together since boober was little little. I feel like in the show Mokey and Boober have the closest sibling relationship. Theyre so cute.

I have more headcanons if you ever wanna hear i might make another post:) toodles

[imkittyjustkitty]

For the st concept (the jane doe thing) it's really cool! Im invested too 😭😭 i do have a few questions:

(1) is the fic gonna be set canonwise or are u gonna do it outside of that(-canon, battle, dark stuff)? (2) And how would the characters react to the reader's existence?(i feel like they'd be bothered and surprised but "hey a headless, talking, human? Isn’t the weirdest thing we've encountered")

(3) how tall/big are they? Are they the size of a doll? (Im sorry idk what/who jane doe is 😭) (4) how old is the reader?

And for name suggestions, Hiram would fit bcs the reader borrows the head of a doll, and "hiram" is a word in filipino which quite literally means "borrow", But it would depend on if another character would be the one to give them a name.

And for their relationships with the other characters, i think it would be cute if they were all someone protective of the reader.(But at first they are obviously freaked out.) For love interests, i think it would depend on the age of the reader. Buuut i think a found family trope would fit a little better? Steve’s the mom, of course. Nancy's the dad (who teaches reader about all kinds of stuff, and scolds anyone who is scared of/insults the reader) and el would def be really curious abt the reader, and protective, too :P overall ur idea is so cool and cute i love it

ahhhhh omg yes hi im so glad ppl r loving this like i am !!!

under cut is a bit of season four spoilers bc im discussing when it might be set ! <3

(1) i was thinking its set season four because that has the dynamics between certain characters which i like, things like steve isnt awful and we have robin & eddie etc. ive been leaning towards moving away from canon and having less of the plot with the upside down/vecna/etc. (id also be fine with season 3 just bc id love for everyone to hang out at starcourt together)

but i was also thinking it would be cool to involve reader in all the events, and reader could end up helping them. im going to this with the idea that reader doesnt stick around in the end, and hopefully finds out who they are, which now im thinking about it could in some way be via being vecna'd, i dont know the specifics on how that would work for reader but its an idea that could be cool !!

so to answer the question im happy with leaning either way, id loooove to do it with everyone all happy and everything so we get cute dynamics with everyone hanging out together, but sticking with canon for the most part could be rlly interesting so yeah !! im open to both sides atm i havent decided

(2) i feel like at first their reaction would be like 'wtf am i seeing' honestly bc yeah theyve seen alot, i think it depends on when its set, bc if its set in s4 i bet at least a few ppl would be like 'thats wild am i being vecna'd rn?' lmao. but yeah i dont think most of their worlds would be like rocked or anything bc atp theyve seen so much they cant be toO like terrified

(3) im giggling at the thought of reader being doll sized omg /pos

these are some photos of jane in the show (shes the blonde one just so theres no confusion lol!) she has doll-like make-up and such, and she also moves a bit robotic like a doll. i would ofc describe reader far more vaguely for appearance so everyone can read this and see themselves in it, but this is the girl who inspired this whole idea :D !!!

in ride the cyclone, jane doe is normal human sized, and her doll is normal doll sized (its a porcelain doll but like where are we gonna find a porcelain doll in hawkins lmao so thats why i went w some sort of babie or other day). in ride the cyclone its kind of just one of those things no one explicitly brings up, someone gets a lil creeped out by jane's headless doll but thats about it, so its one of those things without like a full explanation, but i think its such a cute way to give them a head.

so reader would be like normal human size and everything, and the doll head and the fact that reader might talk to the doll is something everyone is kinda just like 'ok yeah i dont have the energy to unpack whatever's happening there'. ooorrr we could always add some sort of explanation if we wanted to which i wouldnt be opposed to :DD

also above ties into that this isnt going to be 100% serious dark angst etc, ride the cyclone itself could be quite heavy if it werent for the fact that its a funky lil comedic thing as well, and i think thats a fun vibe that ill probably try to stick to a lil with this as well

(4) for age my original idea was that reader is around robin/steve/nancy/eddie/etc's age, early 20's or like 18-19, this is bc id like the dynamic between reader and other characters if reader was around this age. and also i dont want this to be like a shot-for-shot remake of when the gang found el in the woods, so making reader like dustin's age is less appealing to me.

omg i love that name idea and i loovveee how it ties back to the doll bc ik the doll wont actually talk back but i think its such a cute thing to include so i just gotta. so far ive been suggested gn variations of jane doe, but i also love this definitely putting it on the list for name options !!

and for relationships yess i agree !! i asked what people thought for romantic bc i was interested in what ppl thought but i am leaning towards stuff like yeah found family !! i cant explain why but i would loooove nancy and reader's friendship in this just soemthing abt it i love !! and omg yes ofc dad nancy and mum steve .

also i can totally see reader and el bonding over how el can relate to reader not rlly knowing anything about the world and how things work and such !!

for context, jane doe in ride the cyclone can speak and all (which i might alter a bit for reader bc depending on how long reader's been alone/in a purgatory kinda place in the upside down then they may be a bit out of practice with speaking) but doesnt actually know what most things are, bc she learnt what they were during her life, which ofc she does not remember, so yeah !

[volfoss]

how about ranking bucciarati's team?

regret to inform you that ur gonna get a very long answer bc i have passionate feelings about them all! also trish is in this bc she is part of the team and no one will tell me otherwise and will also include some rambling bc it is me and i have so many feelings towards these characters and none of them r cohesive

under the cut just in case (post writing yes it was long)

Giorno Giovanna:

way way more complex than ppl normally give him credit for (i will not go into feelings on how a majority of the fandom treats him unless ppl want me to then i will in fact make a very long ranty post and will not be stopped)

mildly op (esp at the beginning with how hes kind of able to just use his stand really well w no problems altho i think thats true of most of the jojos that we have seen animated?)

i am emotionally attached to him and want to give him a big hug

hes just a kinda goofy kid and is maybe a bit not good with figuring out hey this is a semi dangerous situation maybe i shouldnt be taunting him (leaky eye luca for example)

has the actual best theme

i love how he works off the rest of the team so well (even w members who do not like him)

is in my top 3 jojos i love this kid sm i would adopt him if he was real

7/10

Bruno Bucciarati:

the fucking way his character develops from licky man to best dad material is my favorite thing

his outfit is so so so good i would die to wear it

in general this man is one of my fave jojos characters and i get a lot of comfort from him

hes just really neat and has a good taste in music

he did his fucking best and i will always love him for that

imo the way that his death was drawn out was genuinely one of the most heartbreaking deaths in the entire series and fucks me up each time i think of it

i feel like he really is the one to hold the team together in a way that everyone feels cared for and saved

def has a savior complex tho for sure

dilf but im ace

also manga superiority bc he either makes the stupidest faces or looks very nice (anime has a lot of weird animation in regards to his face) and also because its lingerie there instead of a tattoo that changes thickness and placement every second

10/10

Leone Abbacchio:

guilty pleasure liking man

i am obsessed with his vibes and wish to become him

i cannot physically express just how much i love him but hes one of my faves of all time (not obvious by my theme at all wdym)

i miss his manga palette but also the colored manga isnt my beloved but also black lipstick abba

hot take maybe but anime abba looks better than manga minus the lipstick debacle

hes so so tall and i will steal his height in a nice way

his past man his past it fucks me up

his death fucks me up normally but when i was rewatching recently, i saw he gave this tiny lil smile after helping the kids get their ball and i could not take it anymore

him and brunos relationship (canonically and out of canon too) is one of my favorites in the series

also fandom hot take as i guess i am doing those for everyone- but ppl either have him as cosntantly trying to murder giorno or being like good son and v out of character, and it is really weird? not sayign that ill do better when i write them but also like im convinced some ppl havent seen the show or smth

i will steal both him and bruno and marry them both <3

this man is beloved i love him to death

10/10

Pannacotta Fugo:

i cannot spell his first name to save my life

also fandom take- ppl make him constantly only angry boy all the time and it really irks me. ik araki did not give him 2 much to work w in terms of canon personality but its frustrating

the light novel purple haze feedback is so so so good and adds sm to his character and i really like it for that!

fugo is one of those that imo deserves a lot and didnt get that

genuinely the vibes between how he treats narancia is v interesting to me, like its clear he cares about nara but nara not doing great w math really frustrates him

i love their interactions and how he is genuinely a kind person at times

the manga colors r superior here, my strawberry boy <3

i just really love and appreciate him a lot and wish that ppl gave him more love

i keep getting assigned him on kin quizzes

very smart good boy

ALSO ok fugo did not do any wrong by leaving

unsure if thats a hot take but i genuinely dont blame the character one bit for leaving and again purple haze feedback really delves into that and why he did it

if ur a fugo fan go read it

his past is really upsetting esp in the anime i will cry over it

his stand is adorable and i wanna hug it

his vibes r fun and i wanna gift him strawberry dangly earrings

8/10

Narancia Ghirga:

this boy i am also adopting (i am adopting most of them sorry)

i really hate how ppl act as if hes stupid bc bad math skills do not equal stupid like did ppl not see the fight w formaggio??

the way he just fucking dove into the water after the boat and how brunos face went all soft and happy it will never not make me cry

he is constnatnly making me wanna cry if i think too much about him for 2 seconds i love him sm

how can anyone not adore him when he set an entire street on fire yk

hes just happy despite his past and it makes me sad i love nara sm

torture dance is one of my favorite memes from the show

ALSO ok the way he died so suddenly absolutely broke me bc the remaining team members r really just seeing everyone die in front of them so quickly

his goofy and laid back moments r my fave

i love just how loyal and caring he is to his friends

his stand is really cool and again the fight w formaggio was so fun to watch

8/10

Guido Mista:

probably my least favorite member of the team for a semi good reason:

the jokes towards trish are really really uncomfy and how fugo doesnt wanna be involved but he is pushing him to do something that makes him uncomfortable did not make me like him a lot

hes goofy but not goofy enough for me to be ok with the repeated jokes about that esp in the body swap episode (ik it was supposed to be funny but it just felt off)

his vibes r good but i wish we got to see his hair

the fandom interpretation is normally pretty good of him overall?

despite not loving him a lot, i really enjoying writing for him (one day might open up headcanon requests or smth but unsure)

hes someone id wanna watch movies w but his taste in movies and mine r very different

love how he and his stand get along

honestly has very very good comedic potential

i really like how he and giorno interact as the series goes on (in a platonic way i need to clarify that i love their friendship)

again him in purple haze feedback was really interesting

probably a 5/10?

Trish Una:

beloved and deserved better

her first outfit in the manga > outfit in the anime

actually in general i believe in manga trish superiority like her hair in the manga looks so cool

her stand her stand her stand i love sm

if u dont include trish in the group i am murdering u <3

HER CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!!! IS SO GOOD!!!!!!

fandom gripe is how people either pretend she does not exist or has the trish first introduction thing where shes using her defense mechanisms and acting a bit spoiled

OK but her in purple haze feedback!!! mild spoilers but how bruno was taking care of her post the ending of vento aureo makes me so happy each time i think of it

very mad that she canonically didnt really get an ending and yet again PHF my beloved actually gave her that

how spice girl starts out as a stand thats helping her thru a very stressful situation is so cool and i love it

DAD BRUNO DAD BRUNO DAD BRUNO *frothes at the mouth*

but more seriously how she leans on bruno and begins 2 trust him and nearly point blank is referring to him as a father figure always fucks me up

esp because of the resulting fight afterwards

and the very ending of the arc that ends w bruno being like bye gonna go in the clouds and look ethereal now, oh man it makes me so sad

bc giorno is the only one that knew what happened and people that were closer to bruno due to knowing him longer didnt

i wanna see how trish coped w that personally

despite being introduced not at the beginning i think her arc and character in general were as well paced as it could be!

9/10

finally done! sorry that took so long but oh man i have so many feelings towards these guys its not even funny

[vantaestummy]

Omg could you write Hyung line taking care of Namjoon who is really sick with some stomach bug and he’s like super out of it and delirious and all the Hyungs are low key super worried

.A/N: I loved working with my AMAZING FRIEND @moonjoonlanding :( this was so much fun and they are such a phenomenal writer. please check out their blog if you havent already! this took forever lol. all because of my wild ass schedule. I really hope you enjoy it!!! 

TW/// emeto 

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Are you sure it’s a good idea to wake him?” Hoseok asks tentatively, glancing between Seokjin and Yoongi and then back at Namjoon, ”He’s… I mean, I don’t think he’s feeling that well.”

Seokjin seems to consider this for a moment, stepping closer to feel Namjoon’s forehead before he shrugs, ”He’s tired. We all are. His body needs fuel, though. If he can’t handle dinner, I’ll send him to bed. It’ll be more comfortable than sleeping on the couch,” he eyes the angle of Namjoon’s neck critically.

Hoseok sighs, watching Seokjin’s back as he starts toward the hall to collect the kids, ”I dunno, Hyung,” he says, glancing from him to Yoongi, ”he was really out of it earlier. He was trying to help me with a track, but he just kept scrapping everything he came up with before he even shared it with me. He fell asleep pretty much right after we got back and that was hours ago.”

Seokjin sighs, feeling slightly useless at this point. None of them know what to do right now and frankly, things are not looking up any time soon.

Namjoon’s naturally olive-toned skin has taken on a shade of red, like he’s burning up and yet, he’s buried himself in blankets. He won’t stop shivering, and his stomach is making noises that are so gurgly and loud, that the boys are all worried beyond belief.

“He needs to eat. Let’s wake him up.” Seokjin decides with finality, ignoring the perturbed looks that his fellow bandmates give him.

Hoseok’s mouth twists into a grim line, but he nods and steps over to Namjoon, setting a hand on his arm, ”Joonie,” he coos, rubbing up and down to rouse him, ”dinner’s ready. Come eat with us.”

Namjoon grumbles softly and blinks a few times before he sits up, squinting at them without his glasses in the low light of the living room. He’s quiet, dragging his feet off the couch and staring blurrily at a point across the room, ”’m not hungry,” he says finally, voice rough and cracking.

Yoongi groans, finding the entire ordeal frustrating. Not because of Namjoon, no not at all. It’s not his dongsaeng’s fault that he’s not feeling well. It’s the simple fact that if they force Namjoon to eat now, it won’t be pretty.

And yet, they don’t really have a choice.

“Joon, try to eat a little something, please. Jin-hyung made something light. Just try to see if you can stomach it.”

Namjoon rests his head in his hands and doesn’t answer for long enough that Hoseok starts to wonder if he’s ignoring them. Eventually, though, he scrubs at his face and nods, getting up on unsteady feet and starting toward the dining room.

He drops down in his spot at the table and sighs, blinking to try to clear some of the fog from his mind. He’s really not hungry. His stomach doesn’t feel bad exactly, but it doesn’t feel good either.

They don’t have time for this right now, though. They’re supposed to spend most of tomorrow in the dance studio and if he doesn’t get it together, he’s going to be putting everyone behind schedule.

”What’re we having?” he asks when the rest of the band has filtered into the room.

Seokjin pours the broth into a variety of bowls, making sure there is more meat and greens in the ones that belong to the boys that are not sick.

“Drink up, we all need to eat.” Seokjin says to the group, combing a hand through Namjoon’s hair with the utmost love and care. “Please Joon, try to eat.”

Namjoon swallows thickly before steeling his nerves and picking up the spoon.

“Okay… I’ll try…”

-

Namjoon wakes up the next morning a little while before his alarm is set to go off. His stomach churns and he blinks up at the ceiling, swallowing a mouthful of acidic saliva. He lets out a long, shaky breath through his nose and rolls over onto his side. He can make out Taehyung’s blurry outline, asleep across the room and tries to match the peaceful rise and fall of his chest.

If anything, it makes him feel worse and he sits up slowly, grimacing and holding his belly. It’s like he can feel all his organs shifting and sliding against one another. He turns his pillows so they’re vertical and leans back against the headboard, pulling his knees up to his chest.

His stomach has settled a little now that he’s upright and he sighs, pulling his blankets up around himself. He’s cold and they aren’t helping much, but it’s better than nothing.

Namjoon hisses through his teeth as his stomach clenches, gripping at his belly as it squirms angrily beneath his skin. “Ohh,” he groans, pressing his forehead into his knees and breathing deeply through his nostrils.

“Hyungie?” Taehyung murmurs, half asleep and half awake at the sound of Namjoon shifting behind him.

Namjoon blinks and lifts his head, turning to look at Taehyung, ”I’m fine, Tae-yah,” he whispers as loudly as he dares, ”Go back to sleep.”

Taehyung hums sleepily, snoring once more.

Namjoon sighs and carefully maneuvers to the edge of the bed, but the movement only jostles him further. His stomach squelches and grumbles, rolling around inside him. He hiccups and acid splashes the base of his tongue.

He stands as quietly as he can and shuffles unsteadily from the room. On the way to the bathroom, he almost knocks into Yoongi, who stares at him with wide eyes.

“Joon-ah? What are you doing up? Are you okay?”

Dizzily, Namjoon gives a small shake of his head and edges backward to let Yoongi by. He wants to answer, but he can already feel the swell of bitter liquid rising in his throat and keeps his mouth firmly shut.

Yoongi on the other hand, already knows what comes next.

“Namjoon, Namjoon.” Yoongi calls out as he runs for the other, dreading what is to come but pushing his own personal worries to the side. Namjoon is going to need all the comfort in the world, as he takes his position as leader very seriously, and hates to be down for the count.

Namjoon barely hears Yoongi calling him. He feels a bit like he’s got cotton stuffed in his ears and he’s witnessing everything from underwater. A shiver runs up the length of his spine and he breaks out in a cold sweat, stomach lurching under his palm.

His eyes widen as Yoongi closes the gap between them and he lifts a hand to his mouth. He only just manages to turn away from his hyung, ducking his head as vomit surges up his throat and sprays out between his fingers. It coats his arm and most of the front of his shirt and his muscles convulse with the force of another heave that has more sick pooling on the floor at his feet. He whines involuntarily, spluttering and gasping for breath.

“Fuck.” Yoongi utters as he kicks open the bathroom door, pulling Namjoon in by his sleeve. “You’re okay, here, kneel down,” Yoongi bids, hastily lifting the lid as he maneuvers Namjoon’s body in the direction of the toilet.

Namjoon stumbles after him and sinks to the floor in front of the toilet, curling over the bowl and burping up a slurry of bitter liquid. His belly clenches and cramps and he tries to close his mouth and breathe through his nose to settle the nausea, but the foul smell has him choking up another round.

“Jesus, Namjoon, was it something you ate?” Yoongi asks softly as he rubs and scratches gently at Namjoon’s back for comfort.

Namjoon pants over the murky water, trembling with a combination of fever chills and stomach upset. His shoulders twitch up toward his ears in a helpless shrug and he holds himself as still as possible in the hope that it’ll make him feel better. 

With no response from the sick boy, comes an understanding that maybe now isn’t a good time to try and start a conversation.

“Joonie, I know this sucks but you need to calm down. You’re gonna hurt yourself if you don’t relax.”

Namjoon whimpers, hugging his belly and pressing his forehead against the cool porcelain. He lets his mouth hang open, burping wetly and spitting up a mouthful of puke hardly a moment later. He heaves emptily after that and groans.

Yoongi hisses, grabbing a discarded hair tie from the bathroom sink and pulling at Namjoon’s fringe, tying it into the smallest of ponytails. In the process of tying up Namjoon’s hair, his hand grazes the skin of the younger’s forehead. “Ah, Joon-ah… You still have a fever…” he murmurs.

Food poisoning isn’t usually accompanied by a fever.

Namjoon sniffles and lifts his head slightly, fumbling to flush the toilet. He watches as everything swirls down the drain before he shifts to rest his cheek on the edge of the seat, blinking tiredly at the tub, ”Hyung?” he whispers.

“Yes, Joon?” Yoongi rubs at Namjoon’s hair, all ears.

”I think ’m done,” he murmurs, voice wobbly even though he tries to hide it. The vomit all over his clothing is starting to seep in, making him feel damp and sticky and overall uncomfortable and gross.

He sits up a little, keeping his head ducked, ”I feel better now,” he says, but it comes out sounding more like a question and his pale face and glassy eyes do little to back it up. His belly has settled somewhat, but he doesn’t think he’ll be moving very far from the bathroom for a while yet.

Yoongi can sense that Namjoon is extremely uncomfortable still, who wouldn’t be?

Yoongi tries not to let it show, but the stench is incredibly strong now. Even so, Yoongi wants nothing more than for Namjoon to feel better and for this sickness to go away.

“Here, let's get these clothes off so you can shower. Would that make you feel better?”

”Okay,” Namjoon agrees, voice small. He’s shaky and his fingers feel uselessly uncoordinated, but he rolls his shirt up as much as he can and peels it off, shivering harder without a layer to protect him from the cool air in the bathroom.

Yoongi places a hand at the small of Namjoon’s bare back, patting his sides softly. “I’m going to help you up now, okay? We’ll move slowly so we don’t mess up your stomach again,” he murmurs softly, prepping his body so that he can lift Namjoon with ease.

Namjoon nods and lets Yoongi manhandle him to his feet, ”’m sorry,” he whispers once he’s standing, in nothing but his boxers, waiting for his hyung to finish adjusting the water, ”We were supposed to be at the studio soon and I’m making everything difficult.”

Yoongi tightens his grip as he helps the younger man to stand, helping Namjoon to toe-off his socks and pants. “Namjoon, don’t apologize to me. This isn’t your fault, and honestly, who gives a fuck? Your health is more important right now.”

Yoongi knows that he sounds mean, but he hopes that Namjoon knows him well enough to understand his heart. The studio session can wait. There will be plenty more.

Yoongi turns on the shower head, placing a hand under the water to test its warmth.

“Feel that for me, Joonie, is it warm enough for you?” he asks.

Namjoon shuffles forward, muscles tense to dampen his shivering, and sticks his hand under the spray. He flinches, pulling back to Yoongi’s side, ”It’s cold,” he croaks, the trembling getting more violent, starting to upset the delicate balance in his stomach.

Yoongi frowns, knowing very well that the water is fairly warm. Must have something to do with how Namjoon is feeling.

“Okay,” he turns the dial, the water hot enough to be a little uncomfortable, but not to burn. “Better?”

The only thing keeping Namjoon from whining and asking to just go back to bed is his pride and at this point, his misery is close to winning out. He reaches to test the water once again and nods silently. It isn’t quite as warm as he’d like, but it isn’t cold anymore either.

Namjoon steps under the spray and stares down at his feet, standing still. He sniffles quietly to himself now that he’s sure Yoongi won’t be able to hear and tries to take nice slow breaths to settle his tummy.

Yoongi steps back, utterly distraught at how hurt Namjoon looks. His poor old heart can’t take this.

“Do you want me to step out? I can give you some privacy?” he offers, stepping back towards the door.

Namjoon shrugs, blinking water out of his eyes, ”You can go,” he mumbles. The shower is starting to make him feel a little more himself, ”You don’t have to tell anyone,” he says, embarrassment finally kicking in, ”I’ll clean up the mess.”

Yoongi pops his lips, appreciating Namjoon’s leadership skills, but also a little annoyed at the fact that he’s still trying to take care of himself when he’s sick. He just can’t do that right now. Even if he might be feeling better, he still isn’t 100%.

“Namjoon I really don’t mind, and absolutely not. You’re not cleaning anything. I got it, okay? You’re sick. You take care of us all the time. Let Hyungie take care of you.” Yoongi says, a small smile gracing his chubby features.

Namjoon tries to smile back, but he thinks it probably looks more like a grimace. He really doesn’t feel well, ”Okay,” he agrees, ”just, you really don’t have to say anything to anyone else.”

-

Hoseok keys in the password and slips through the door into Rkive. He pouts when he spots Namjoon curled up on the sofa in the corner of the room. He saunters over, feeling Namjoon’s forehead to assess his fever before he can protest.

Namjoon grumbles softly and sinks lower into the cushions, but he doesn’t push Hoseok away. Especially not when he perches on the arm of the couch and starts playing with his hair instead.

”Jin-hyung’s keeping the maknaes occupied, dance is also cancelled for the rest of the evening” he says, turning to look at the back of Yoongi’s head, ”Are the two of you making any progress?”

Namjoon shivers, blinking to clear away some of the fog. He feels a little useless just laying here, but Seokjin threatened to make him stay home if he didn’t cooperate. He supposes they’re making progress, though, and he feels not bad right now. If Hoseok keeps petting his hair like this, he might fall asleep.

Yoongi sighs, rubbing the crust from his lidded eyes. He doesn’t want Namjoon to notice how exhausted he seems, aware that the rapper will blame himself when in reality, Yoongi is tired all the time.

“He hasn’t puked in an hour or so, that’s a good sign, right?” He asks, biting back a long yawn that is threatening to escape. He’s so tired that he can barely keep his eyes open, but Namjoon is still squirming in his spot on the couch. They might not be out of the woods yet. “I put the garbage can near him but, all he’s done is cough and spit into it. Something tells me, he might be done, at least… when it comes to throwing up.” Yoongi mumbles, unconsciously joining alongside Hoseok, petting his sweaty hair.

Namjoon grumbles a little more, not a fan of being talked about like he’s not here, but Hoseok quiets him with gentle fingers massaging his temple, “I think so,” he agrees, “Jin-hyung wants to know if he’s been drinking anything,” he adds, glancing around for a water bottle or a cup.

Yoongi hisses through his teeth. “Not really, I should have given him something to drink huh…”

Hoseok gives him a look that spells out how over it he is.

“Alright, alright. Jesus, let me get him something to drink.” Yoongi says as he leaves the room. He comes back with a green bottle of gatorade.

“Come on Joon-ah, you’ve been doing so well. Open up for me.”

Namjoon purses his lips. He suddenly feels very small with all of the gentle affection and care Yoongi and Hoseok are giving him, ”Mm,” he agrees, fighting his desire to seem strong and the defensiveness that tries to rear its ugly head.

He lifts himself up on his elbows and takes the drink with shaky fingers, swallowing a few small mouthfuls before he lays back down. He curls up more tightly than before. Being watched is doing little to keep his system from revolting and he kind of wishes they would do something else.

Yoongi sighs, groaning as he releases his body into the base of the couch. His body slinks to the floor, clearly exhausted.

“If it’s a bug… we’re all fucked.”

Hoseok chuckles, falling back to the couch on the opposite side of the room with a huff. “I don’t know. He hasn’t been feeling well for a while. I think we would have gotten it already.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that.” Yoongi chuckles as he rubs at his face. The thought makes Hoseok quite nervous, but he doesn’t say much more on the matter.

Yoongi takes a peek over at Namjoon who looks fast asleep. He groans.

“Oh thank god, he’s asleep.”

Hoseok titters. “Took him long enough.”

Yoongi nods, eyes narrowing as he attempts to suppress a yawn. He pushes himself to his feet and shuffles over collapse against Hoseok, ”Thanks for talking to management earlier. Made things a lot easier to just swap the days around,” he looks back over at and sighs, ”I just hope he feels better tomorrow.”

Hoseok nods, his limbs growing heavy as he sinks into the cushions of the couch. Today, was a long day. The boys can only hope that tomorrow is better. 

“Me too hyung. Me too.”

Yoongi holds up an arm. “Hobi, come cuddle me. I need my human pillow.”

Hoseok gasps, clenching at his chest as if he is in immense pain. “Am I nothing more than a pillow for you to use? To sleep on? How dare you.” He berates, playful and sleep deprived. Yoongi giggles, his gums showing.

“Yes. That is exactly what you are. Now come, I’m the hyung. You must obey.”

Hoseok titters. “Yes hyungie.”

The two don’t see the harm in cuddling since, if Namjoon is contagious, they’re all bound to get it anyway.

[tokyoghoose]

While my hair does its thing, i was thinking about what some HQ characters love languages would be. I asked for some characters, and now im here to express my opinion 🤩 its what i do best

Suna

bare with me here because i havent seen all of season three and like none of four so but hear me out: quality time.

To be honest i was kinda leaning towards touch with this one but then i was like eh, i feel like this would work better and here's why. Suna is the type of person i feel like would need a recharge after a long day of practice, his attitude just gone and down the drain and he's even quieter than usual. Hes also described as the type of person to slack off and be pretty laid back overall, right, but he can't do that on court and in school super often. So, you are his sanctuary. Now touch would be a great comfort to him and he wouldn't mind it, but after a long day he'd probably find it pretty clingy if it goes on to long. If he's upset about something, go for it, but if he's like angry and irritatable I'd keep it at a minimum. That's why i chose quality time. Even just laying with you on the floor of his room and not doing anything but laying there is a reprieve from everything else around him. It allows him to really be himself and not have to worry about analyzing or working super hard and he can finally get a moment to truly relax because he feels most comfortable around you. Hanging out with you just makes him super happy. Bonus points if you let him show you things he finds cool and you try to interact with it, like a movie or a song. He doesn't have to be close to you and all over you either, which i think he'd appreciate in case he just needs a breather, because you’re still there beside him to keep him company. I think he's the type of person to like comfortable silence when it's appropriate and definitely the type of person who likes company as long as it isn't overwhelming. Quality time with you also doesn't mean you two have to be doing the same thing, he'd probably like being able to do his own thing while you do your thing, just in the same space. Ya know?

[abosideblog]

OKAY SO- im in the process of getting back into the pjo fandom so i figured i would make a lil headcanons post for some of the characters because why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(quick disclaimer: ive only read the original PJO series and the HoO books- i havent read the magnus chase or the ToA books yet, and its been a while since i last read all the books i have in their entirety so all the characters will be based on how they are in the PJO + HoO books and there may be some inaccuracies here n there)

Annabeth- definitely an alpha. a leader-type too. being the daughter of athena, she’s very wise + rational, and excellent at making plans which imo are very good traits to have if youre the head alpha of a pack or are mated to the leader of a pack. shes also very mature for her age- which, admittedly is mostly due to circumstance rather than her naturally being like that- but i feel like as a child of athena, maturity would come more naturally to her to some extent

Percy- either a beta or an omega. hes not very submissive and hes an excellent fighter + leader which would make you *think* hes an alpha but hes just got those omega vibes yknow?? idk how to explain it properly sorry 😭

Grover- i figured since hes a satyr and not a human the whole a/b/o thing wouldnt really apply to him?? but if it did he’d be a beta!! betas serve as a good balance/midpoint between alphas and omegas, so if i end up headcanoning percy as an omega (which im very inclined to do) grover would serve as a good balance between percy + annabeth like he did in the books :-)

Piper- either an alpha or omega, i havent decided yet. im leaning more towards alpha since from what i remember of HoO she was pretty aggressive and rebellious, at least by aphrodite kid standards, and doesnt really care for her looks much, which is again measured by aphrodite kid standards. however the fact that pipers more tomboyish-ness is mostly in comparison to the non-tomboyish-ness of the other aphrodite kids leaves lots of room in my mind for her to be interpreted as a masculine/tomboy type omega buuut she also has that little hint of Alpha Vibe in a way i cant explain so i’ll have to reread the HoO books and see if i can try to explain myself better,,,

Jason- tbh i read him as a beta. hes a leader type like percy, but he has zero qualms in passing the helm onto someone older and/or more experienced and overall just better suited for a leadership position, which in my mind isnt really an alpha or omega trait?? like omegas tend to higly value agency + independence + basically being able to control your own situation is since (in meta, but also in universe) it isnt really something thats afforded to them, so many arent willing to step down so quickly. and while the want/need to have control/agency over youself and your situations isnt as prnounced in alphas, it is smth thats still there and even the most cooperative of alphas may still need some degree of convincing to hand the reigns over to someone else so being able to let go of a leadership position as easily as jason is able to (from what i remember) is a very beta trait imo

Leo- a very cheeky omega. tbh i think his personality type lends itself more to being an omega since i remember him being a lil jokester, a lil flirt yknow, like a charmer!! and i feel like those types of traits would be pretty common in omegas for various reasons. hes also super short (around 5’6”/170cm which tbh isnt all that short but you get what i mean) and its my personal headcanon that omegas- particularly male ones- fall mostly in the 5’5”-5’7” height range (with exceptions ofc)

[blacknpurplewarpster]

[IDW Skywarp Headcanon]

More about his awful comments/attitude towards others

I know I’ve written about this before but I cant seem to find it anywhere on my blog. I was rereading the original comic series and thought I’d elaborate a little bit more than what I had previously wrote. I was going to include a snippet from Unicron #2 

Skywarp: “Among others. Could you try bumbling into trouble a little closer to the mainland next time? This was decidedly inconvenient.”  Helix: “I think he means ‘Glad you guys are okay. Sorry it took so long to reach you.’ Isn’t that right, Skywarp?” Skywarp: “I suppose. I would have been more annoyed if we had come all this way and they were already dead.” Helix: “Do you actually know when you’re being awful?” Skywarp: “Almost always. Fortunately, showing up and being remarkable are more important to being a G.I. Joe than unnecessary human pleasantries.” 

Skywarp mentions that he knows when he is being awful with his comments and just overall to others when Helix calls him out on it after just saving part of his team. This team he has been with for a few years and is close to them, even Rock. Going through the comments, he makes snarky ass comments towards Rock and doesn’t give a shit about what his friend thinks either. I’ll come back to Rock in a bit here. Some of his comments towards Rock are rather hilarious in the way Skywarp is portrayed doing them. Not to say Rock deserves his shitty attitude. But later on, they become better and closer friends. 

Even though he is no longer a Decepticon, he still puts duty above everything else, even if it means stepping on others toes or hurting others feelings. Thing is, Skywarp doesn’t care. He feels being blunt is better than beating around the bush or sugarcoating things. He will tell others straight up what he feels and doesn’t give a shit about what it might do. 

Another example is he even says this to Thundercracker, whom he hasn’t seen in a decade or more. 

Thundercracker: “Last time I saw you, you shot me in the face.” Skywarp: “Eh, you deserved it.” 

Like jeezus straight to his face. I think it was like the second sentence he said to Thundercracker after not seeing him for YEARS. Like harsh much? 

So pretty much no one can hide from this. The one thing I have noticed, his snarky comments seem to back off once there’s a tighter bond between himself and whomever else. This happens once Skywarp has a change of heart once he realized how Rock and himself are a lot more similar than he thought. Rock repeatedly tells Skywarp about being alone but he finally realizes this at one important moment. Rock decides to own up to his mistakes of paralyzing Grand Slam and wants to sacrifice his life to blow up the Fatal Fluffies in hopes to get rid of his guilt but its also a sense of pride from him. Skywarp decides to stay back with Rock and decides to stay even when the detonator goes off--surprise surprise, he saves Rock and their bond grows close. 

Here’s some of their conversations between one another just to show you: You can skip all the way down to see my final thoughts. 

---------------------------------------------------------------- GI Joe #1: Rock: Hey, uhh, Skywarp… I was wondering… seeing as we’re teammates… you think I could ride back with you? Skywarp: Are you asking me…to open up my cockpit… and allow you to climb inside of me? Rock: Umm.. yes? Skywarp: Jets off Rock: Looks like I’m with you again.

GI Joe #4

Skywarp: “Look at them. Squabbling in the dirt like… like insects! They can’t do anything. They can accomplish nothing… without me!” Rock: “Hey Skywarp… Instead of waiting for transpo, I was thinking that if you don’t mind, maybe we could.. you know.” Skywarp: Squints hard and jets off Rock: “Jerk.”

Gi Joe #5 Skywarp: “Tell me… you geeks got your data…?” Skywarp: “This isn’t working! I’m tired of you insects leaning on me! Why am I the only one— GAAAH!” Covergirl: “Don’t worry, Skywarp…the calvary’s arrived!” Skywarp: “Now you cowards show up, after sending me ahead.” Rock: “Hey now… I offered to ride with you.” Skywarp: “You know my feelings on that.” Skywarp: “Are you even helping at all?!” Rock: “Honestly? Not really. But if you’d let me ride with—ooofh-!” Skywarp: “Gahhh!” Covergirl: “Skywarp! Come in! Do you read us?!” Skywarp: Khhkkthhhkkt Rock: “Skywarp! Are… are you ok?” Skywarp: “kkhkt No…But I will be there once we will that thing. Were you getting emotional, you sentimental insect?” Rock: “What? I was… No…”

GI Joe #6 Skywarp: “Hrmph. I’ll be the judge of that. Crude ugly thing. If this is the best you can do, no wonder you can’t fix me.” Roadblock: “Four Joes. Skywarp counts.” 

Rock: Turns into this monster from the Fatal Fluffies Skywarp: “I know what this is really about...” Rock: “Hunh?” Skywarp: “...You’re sad I wouldn’t give you a ride. But don’t worry, you’ll get what you want...When i carry you out in pieces.”

GI Joe #7 Skywarp: Is fighting mega-Rock and knows to be gentle and junk. “You are as arrogant as the rest of them! Even enlarged! even with horns and claws! You are nothing but an insec--Urlkh--!” Is being choked out.

Skywarp: “Hey! You watch your mouth!”

Rock: “I know. That’s why I’m volunteering. I’ve done enough damage more than enough. Let me redeem myself please.” Skywarp: “Sure but you aren’t going alone. Someone needs to defend your position while you set up the bomb.” Rock: “But I.. I threw you into the mole pod. the explosion was..” Skywarp: “Yeah, so another one doesn’t scare me much, besides...as soon as the bombs in place, before you hit the button... I”m getting out of here.” 

GI Joe #8 Rock: “Almost read! You gotta jet!” Skywarp: “You’ll be overrun before you can hit it! Besides...It’s an honor to stand by your side. You are a true warrior.” Rock: “No...I’m a Joe. We both are.”  Skywarp saves Rock by letting him ride inside of his cockpit in order to get away from the blast.

Gi Joe #9 Rock: “He wouldn’t let me use the radio.” Skywarp: “You haven’t earned the privilege!” Rock: “Whatever. You ready for the blast beat?”  Skywarp: “Do we have to call it that?”  Skywarp and Rock: “Yoooooooo Joooooooe!”  Rock: “Thanks to Skywarp! Hes letting me ride with him!” Skywarp: “Once! Only once!” 

GI Joe First Strike #1

Skywarp: “You need to get him his own jet!”

Scarletts Strike Force 1 Rock: Skywarp, I”m serious! Seriously! Doc: You know he’s the only one who can put up with your grouchy metal butt.. Skywarp: I thought you liked-- Doc: Nope Skywarp: .... Fine Rock: Hey! Piggyback ride! Skywarp: Start using that shotgun or I’m doing barrel rolls!

---- This is where Skywarps attitude really changes. -------

Rock: And they were chanting this name...glub? golob..goolub? Hey! Are you even listening to me? Skywarp: Its a boring story about something that didn’t actually happen! Why would I listen to it?! Rock: Because it’s stressing me out, man. It felt...different.. Skywarp: Different from your other dreams? Rock: Yeah dude Skywarp: Different from your Jem dreams? Rock: Come on man.. Skywarp: A holograms fan. You’re not metal. Rock: They have some serious riffs, alright!?

Scarletts Strike Force #2

Skywarp: Can you fix my teleportation? Or are you techgeeks just as worthless as everyone else in the Lemuria? Rock: Dude, I’m standing right here. Hey man can I help? Grand Slam: I’ve got it Rock. You only ruined the bottom half of me. Skywarp: Getting m teleportation fixed is the only reason I threw in with you insects! why havent you fixed it yet? You’ve been trying and failing since the EDC!  Grand Slam: Like I told you: We don’t have the tech, or the knowledge. or the materials.

Scarletts Strike Force #3 Skywarp: Yeah. Me. And you’re welcome. Don’t act so shocked. you insects think a giant robot doesn’t know his way around a rudimentary geothermal generator? You’ve been recruited. We’ll rendezvous in DC. You have three minutes to find yourselves a ride before surveillance is back up. Helix: Aren’t you letting people ride inside of you now? Skywarp: Only Rock ‘n Roll! 

Unicron #2 The first set of quotes goes right here in events wise. 

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This is the end of their interactions. I know I didn’t show everything but it shows a huge chunk of how you can see how Skywarp is only “nice” to Rock really because in his optics, he isn’t respected by some of the others, especially Grand Slam. So in his mindset, why does he have to be nice if he doesn’t have the respect? 

He figures he lost his respect towards Thundercracker (or rather TC lost respect for Skywarp) because of what he’d done to him so he resets back to being an ass. He thinks their history doesn’t matter anymore, so he resorts to just tell him straight-up. Perhaps he was always straight up before their meeting with Starscream and he’s resorting back to his normal or preset attitude/maturity. That all of what has gone on from him shooting TC out of the sky onwards, smacked him so hard it woke him up from this “fantasy.” If that makes sense?? I’m tired and rambling. 

Deep down, I truly believe he cares but he isn’t going to show that side. He needs to put duty before anything else because that’s the motto Skywarp lives by. You can see a lot of this change in him throughout the entire series but it really sets out from AHM series onwards. His whole attitude flips and starts to really develop his character and we see this. I have a feeling he didn’t used to be like this but what he’s done in his life has shaped him to act in this way. Perhaps its a way of not letting others get close to him. It might very well be a defense mechanism. Who knows, we truly won’t know canon wise since the series ended. 

THANKS FOR BEING HERE FOR MY HEADCANON AND RAMBLE OF THOUGHTS. 

[wormywormz]

GASP!!!! TELL ME SOME DETAILS ABT THE SWAP!!!!

OK im gonna go a bit more in depth about characters/plot that i cant really put into drawingz. plz enjoy

(major spoilers for the first 3 professor layton games and pretty much everything in ace attorney. ill keep out of huge spoilers for the prequel pl games because i know you havent played those yet ghostie!)

to preface: ive never played plxaa and i dont know what happens in it but the idea of layton in a courtroom and phoenix solving puzzles really tickled me so i wanted to like do that but as a whole thing

i really dont know how to word this correctly but the plots for each games are essentially the same just told in different ways (as layton youd be solving the crimes in court instead of out on the street using puzzles and the same for phoenix but like the opposite) i briefly entertained the idea of layton having to solve a puzzle to get someones testimony but since its a complete swap it doesnt make sense for both layton and phoenix to be solving puzzles in different situations. still really good though

while the plots are the same theyre toned down a lot for layton (lost future isnt clive trying to destroy london because his parents died he like… killed the prime minister because his parents died) and more extreme for phoenix (i dont have an example really but the first game would probably be more about the von karmas/miles with professor layton type stakes. like a mech or something)

thats the basics for the stories i wont go into specific games because this would be very long and id only talk about lost future, the best game

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laytons original motivations for becoming a defense attorney are spoilers for miracle masks entire plot so i wont go into it but claire was also a big motivator for that. her trial went down awfully and layton was already looking into law so that was probably what solidified that motivation. hes still the same character overall though, hes just a gentleman

luke is.. literally just the same character except he was an important witness in laytons first big trial & then went on to become his apprentice you know how it goes from there

i cant go into anything about descole so instead ill touch on floras character. the lawyer layton (working title) stories would be played out chronologically (spectres call to lost future) layton adopts her halfway through his career and she tags along to crime scenes a lot, much to laytons dismay

im gonna make a stark decision and say layton either gets disbarred or retires not long after lost future (he keeps adopting kids during his career and at some point he goes “hmmm maybe i should take care of them”) katrielle wants to follow in her fathers footsteps so she takes on an apollo-like role and becomes a defense attorney. yeah this means phoenix is the one who goes missing

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phoenix is an arts professor! i lean more towards drawing instead of theatre but also it doesnt really matter. he never found out what happened to miles all those years ago so he didnt do any drastic career changes. hes very fond of puzzles but sometimes he would like people to give him information without having to solve a puzzle first

you guys remember andrew schrader? no? cool thats who mias swapped with. she stays alive and probably teaches something cool like criminology. i dont think she really tags along on adventures but shes a good friend to phoenix

maya is also essentially the same character. obviously since mia doesnt die im gonna say she lives with her but whenever phoenix finds himself wrapped in a new mystery shes immediately by his side

miles is interesting: his father was an avid puzzle solver, and he shared the same affinity for them as a child. hes also the reason phoenix is so fond of puzzles today. he still…. sort of enjoys puzzles as an adult. but its definitely something hes embarrassed about thanks to manfred drilling it into him his whole childhood that puzzles are dumb or whatever. you know how manfred is. 

he used to give phoenix hints for free as a kid but he REFUSES to give any hints as an adult, even when offered hint coins (all his unlocked hints would be some degree of “too difficult for you, wright?” or something. i dont know dialogue but hopefully you get the gist)

alright thats it. this is really long and i dont think ive touched on everything but this is probably a good place to end it. if youre still reading this thank you. i hope this post is actually readable

[valhallamercury]

bassist | boh rhap!john deacon x female!reader

Summary: Ever since you’ve met John, you’ve happily thrown yourself down the rabbit hole of falling in love with him. And honestly, how could you resist? He was kind, sweet, and not to mention handsome. Now the only problem: getting to go on a date with  A/N: The requested part two of secretary, so make sure you read that before reading this! This was so much fun to write, tell me if you’d guys would like a part three! :) Warnings: none, except that this is unedited.  Tag list: @lizgarxo @josephhmazzello @tv-saved-the-teenage-girl Word count: 1,994

After your first encounter with the dark-haired man, you had practically thrown yourself into a pit labeled “in love with John Richard Deacon.” Could anyone blame you though? Every time John came in with his friends to record their album, he always made sure to stop by and talk to you. He would tell you about the album and the boys, and you would tell him about how work was going and your pride and joy, which was your cat named Fleur. On bad days, he would make you smile. On some days, he brought you flowers, on others he brought you tea with compliments written on the cup. You dreamed of the day John would ask you out, and each day you would be let down when he didn’t. But you wouldn’t give up.

You sat at the front desk, organizing papers for Mr. Foster that needed to be done before noon. You checked the clock again. 10:34. You’ve got this, Y/N, why are you even worrying about it? You know you’ll have these done in 10 minutes, You thought to yourself. You knew the real reason behind your stress, though you wouldn’t admit it. You hadn’t seen John’s sunshine face in three days, making you worry that you had said something to upset him. A tap tap tap against your desk made your thoughts end. 

You looked up, seeing a familiar smiling face. You’re little sunshine was back. 

“John!” You exclaimed happily, his fond smile becoming contagious against your lips. “I haven’t seen you in a while, I was starting to worry something had happened.” You admitted, resting your head against the palm of your hand. Y/N, your papers, a voice in the back of your head nagged. You decided to ignore it. 

“No, no, I’m perfectly fine. Really. We’ve just been so busy with the album, haven’t had much time to chat.” He explained shyly, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. 

“Well, I’m glad to see your pretty face again. I’ve missed our little talks.” You smiled fondly at John, seeing his face light up to a bright pink color. It was a fun little game you liked to play: see how many times you could get John to blush. It definitely wasn’t one-sided though, for there were many occasions where Mr. Deacon had made your face go hot. 

“I’ve missed them too.” John returned your smile, leaning his elbows against your desk as he conversed with you. You could tell something was off though; he looked as though he was trying to tell you something, but just couldn’t find the words. Finally, he spoke again. 

“Hey, Y/N, I was wondering, what time do you get off?”

Your heart skipped a beat. Was this finally your moment?

“I’m actually off tomorrow.” You replied, trying to remain ‘nonchalant sounding’ but you could tell that it hadn’t been too convincing. 

“Well, what a coincidence! The boys and I have a day off tomorrow as well from pumping out songs for the album,” His signature dorky smile and pink cheeks returned, “I was wondering... well, I was wondering since we’re both conveniently off, if maybe you’d like to hang out tomorrow. Like, well, a date.” 

It took all the strength in you not to jump up and down in excitement in that very moment. But, you controlled yourself. That didn’t stop the big smile stretching across your face though.

“I would love to go on a date with you tomorrow, Deaky.” You cooed. He grinned, a soft chuckle escaping through his lips. 

“Great! Great.” He coughed, trying to calm his enthusiasm. “There’s this great tea shop I know that we can meet at,” He began, pulling a sticky note from your desk and writing down the address of the shop. He handed it to you, a bright smile across his features. You happily took the sticky note, folding it up and putting it in your jacket pocket. 

“I’ll meet you there around 10-ish?” You asked, practically bubbling over with excitement. He nodded quickly, checking the time on his watch.

“I must be going, but I guess, I guess I’ll see you around?” He guessed giddily, slowly backing up as he walked backwards down the hall. You nodded, giving him a small wave. 

“See you tomorrow, Deaks.” 

He grinned, turning around completely as he ran down the hall. You watched him run, seeing him pump his fist up in delight. You saw his three friends come out from behind some furniture of the main lobby, congratulating him. You giggled behind your hand before looking back down at your paperwork once more. 

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Tap, tap, tap, tap

You blended your base in with your fingers, making sure everything was smooth and even across your face. Even in the most stressful of times, doing makeup had always calmed your nerves. However, you couldn’t stop the butterflies fluttering across your stomach or the way your face would heat up at the thought of John and the date that was in less than an hour.

You tapped a soft powder across your face, setting the base. You smudged a shimmery eyeshadow across the lids of your eyes, brushed mascara through your top and bottom lashes, and ran a clear mascara through your brows to hold them down. You applied a thick clear gloss across your lips, swiping some off your skin when you went a bit over the lines. 

Now the only problem you were faced with: what to wear. Everything you tried on just seemed to either be too much or not enough. You finally decided on denim overalls that were embroidered with elegant pink flowers, a long-sleeved pink and red striped shirt, and red Chuck Taylor All Stars.

“How do I look?” You turned, looking at your cat Fleur, who laid sprawled out across the bed. She lifted her head up, letting out a soft meow, before laying back down. You took that as a sign of approval. 

You only had fifteen minutes or so to get to the tea shop, so you decided to head out early. 

You made your way through the bustling streets of Britain, before finally stopping in front of the quaint little shop. With five minutes to spare, might you add. 

You looked around before spotting John’s familiar long locks. The man had his head in a book, tapping his finger along to the beat of some song as he read. You smiled a bit to yourself, shaking his head. You walked over, standing in front of his booth. 

“Is this seat taken?” You asked playfully. John looked up at you, a fond look appearing across his face. 

“It’s all yours.” He joked back, making you giggle. You sat down across from him, crossing your ankles out of habit. Your Gran had made sure that you always remembered to cross your ankles, not your legs. That was the proper way to do it, you could practically hear her remark. 

“This place is lovely, the scenery is so quaint and cute.” You remarked, smiling as you looked around. The shop was decorated like some sort of Woodstock-esque design. There were posters of the Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, and many more artists. It had flowers of all sorts of varieties hanging from pots and vases across the store, giving it a lovely dash of color in all the right places. The room smelled of different variations of tea, all of which smelled exceptional. 

“Well, I remembered you telling me so much about how much you loved tea and flowers, so I thought this might be a good place to go.” He said softly, looking back at you shyly through his lashes. You felt your face heat up. No one you had ever been with had been this considerate. 

“You’re sweet, Johnny.” You smiled, resting your hand on your chin as you looked at the flower vase in front of you. “They really should switch the dandelions with those pink asters. The pink would compliment the goldenrods better.” You said, looking at the flowers in front of you. John raised his brows, but his smile never leaving.

“You really know your stuff, huh?”

You looked down at your feet for a moment, letting out a chuckle. “I guess you could say that. I’ve been wanting to be a florist since I was young because my Gran was a florist. She taught me all about different flowers and the way things would compliment each other and all sorts of things. My parents didn’t really think I should become a florist, they said there was no money in it and that people don’t buy flowers anymore.” You shrugged, looking back up at the dark-haired man who had been listening intently. “Besides, if I had been a florist, I would’ve never met you.” 

He smiled at you warmly, glancing at the vase. “Well, I think you should go for it. There’s no shame in trying.” He appealed, looking at you with his soft brown eyes that made you melt. “You’d be perfect at it. You have a cat named Fleur, for God’s sake.” He teased, a playful grin tugging at his lips. You giggled, rolling your eyes playfully and gently tapping his foot with your own. 

“Do not make fun of my cat, Deacon.” You scolded jokingly, a laugh escaping from the two of you. Once the laughter settled down, it was your turn to listen intently. “Well, since you know everything about me, why don’t you tell me things about you?” You asked, arching one of your brows. 

He raised a brow in return, his chin resting on the palm of his hand. “Well, what would you like to know?” 

You tapped your chin, thinking for a moment. “Favorite color? Favorite music artist? Hell, you haven’t even told me what instrument you play in your band.” 

“Well, my favorite color is black. Favorite musical artist? Probably Hendrix or the Beatles. And I play bass.” He spoke softly, looking into your eyes as he spoke. 

“That’s all?” You said as you looked at him, gently tapping his foot with your own. “C’mon, Deaks, there’s gotta be more to you than long hair and a pretty face.” 

His cheeks turned pink, tapping your foot with his in return. “Pretty face, huh?” He blushed, your feet now in an all right war with each other. “I was born August 19th,  1951. I have a band with my best mates, Freddie, Brian, and Roger. I like electronics. I love soul and funk music. I love to tinker. Doesn’t really matter with what, but I’m always fiddling with something around the studio. I also know that I’m on a date with the girl of my dreams and talking to her makes me nervous and giddy at the same time.” 

You felt your face heat up, you knew immediately you were giving the man heart-eyes. “You truly are wonderful, Deaky.” You smiled, reaching over and timidly placing your hand over his. He smiled, interlocking your fingers as he returned your fond gaze. 

You turned to face the window, seeing the rain pour down against the window. You took a deep breath, turning back to John with a sad gaze. “I should be going soon, before the rain gets any worse.” 

John frowned, glancing outside. “I’m not letting you walk home in the storm. It’s too awful.” He began, glancing down at your interlocked hands, before looking at you once more. His cheeks had turned an even deeper shade of pink. “My place isn’t far, if you’d like to stay there for the night. Only if you’d like though. Otherwise I could surely walk you home.” He added quickly, looking down at your hands. 

You smiled a bit at him, reaching over with your free hand and grabbing his other. He looked up at you, and you gave him a loving look. “What are we waiting for, Deaks? Let’s go.” 

[siodymph]

“The Before and After”

Hey there @pirably ! I’m so sorry this is getting to you so late! I can’t thank you enough for participating in the gift exchange, and I hope you enjoy my take on your prompt!

Feel free to read your story under the cut or over on my ao3!

“I can’t believe you!”

“What?”

Sighing, Stanford took a deep breath. His neck was starting to feel pinched from looking up at so long. “I said I CAN’T BEL-”

“I heard what you said! What’s not to believe?”

“Just… Everything about this! There’s no way this is safe!”

There was a long pause as Stanford waited until he finally heard Fiddleford respond. Voice echoing out from somewhere near the top of his gigantic creation.

“… Probably not!”

“Then why do you insist on working like this? Why put yourself in life-threatening danger!”

“Cause!” Fiddleford called back, huffing. “I work best directly with my hands. And there’s no way I could tip this darned thing over without risking it all breaking! All for some shiftin’ wires!”

“You could build something to help gently set it down then stand it again!” Stanford tried to add.

“Ugh! But that’d take even more time! Not to mention I’d have to build that first!” Fiddleford yelled. “Now hush up! I’m trying to work here Stanford!”

If someone were to see Stanford at that moment, they probably would have said he was pouting. But Ford would take to his grave if he had to. “I just want you to be safe…”

“I’m harnessed to the swing, which I rigged up myself! Checked the pulleys and everything this morning! I’m the safest I’ve ever been!” Fiddleford called out one more time. “And you’re one to talk! Where was all this fussing over safety when you were in Dr. Jenret’s class and you almost poured acid on yourself?”

Stanford could only smile and shake his head in response. As always Fiddleford was able to win him over when he least suspected it. As inevitable as it was, it still caught Stanford off-guard. Growing up there had been no one like that in his life. If he ever got into arguments or debates with kids they’d always either eventually concede or just completely give up. Or they’d just hit him out of annoyance. If it was his brother he’d do a combination of the last two.

At least Stanford used that excuse as to why after knowing the man for years now, he still managed to surprise him when they got into debates.

To this day Fiddleford was probably the only person he knew who could get him to shut up and see things from a new perspective.

So now knowing there was nothing he could say Stanford decided to just sit back and watch the show Fiddleford was putting on. The man may be stubborn as a mule, but he was equally as cunning and brilliant, and he certainly made a performance out of his larger-than-life projects.

There was no denying Fiddleford’s brilliance. He had the most engineering and mechanical skill out of anyone Stanford knew. Even better than himself, which was something he seldom admitted to anyone. But it was the truth. Fiddleford Hadron McGucket was by far the best of the best in the world of robotics. And anyone who said otherwise was wrong.

Just being able to watch Fiddleford work was a treat itself. As his creation came together it quickly collected height. So much so that he soon had to resort to rigged swings and climbing equipment to finish the job. As he worked up off the ground like that Stanford couldn’t help but think of those old photos from the 1940’s of construction workers building the first skyscrapers. So high off the ground, only a pair of overalls and a utility belt for protection, and yet seeming so at ease. There was almost a beauty in how effortless Fiddleford made it seem. A grace he had while swinging from rig to rig, climbing up the structure with his hands and feet.

But when the light hit his face just right and Stanford could see Fiddleford’s hair shine golden, body covered in a thin sheen of sweat from his hard work, Stanford knew in his heart his feelings for the other man hadn’t changed at all.

He found he’d only grown to love Fiddleford Hadron McGucket even more...

Two hours later, Fiddleford came swinging down. Overalls covered in a layer of grim, hair frizzled and frumpy, face red and sweaty, and a satisfying smile that just looked ethereal on Fiddleford’s face.

“How’d it go?” Stanford asked as he ran back over from his own work to meet him. Handing the other man a towel.

“Pretty good I think!” Fiddleford sighed gratefully as he started to wipe off his face. “Got that wiring all straightened out! Now all that’s left is testing her out!”

“That’s wonderful! We should test it now!”

“You know Stanford it’s a good thing I like ya so much.” Fiddleford said with a tired smirk. “Been up there all day, and as soon as I get down you want me to keep on working!”

“You know you want to see your new invention just as much as I do!” Stanford replied. “Don’t even kid yourself Fidds.”

Chuckling to himself, Fiddleford went over to his work bench and grabbed the remote control he’d built for this his invention. He let his finger hover over the main controls before looking towards Stanford.

“Hang onto your butts…”

All at once, the remote buzzed and the colossal machine burst to life. Inbetween metal panels, there was a bright green glow. Panels began to bend and shift. Massive wings unfurled from either side of the robot. For a moment the creature turned its head to look at its master. Green eyes glowing with a light that feuled it from within. Then after Fiddleford pressed another button the remote buzzed again and the creature tilted its head back at gave out a massive prehistoric screech that made Stanford’s entire chest rattle.

“Not too bad for someone who said they were moving onto computer-work only, huh?”

Stanford looked up at the massive mechanic pterodactyl in awe. “Fiddleford… Fiddlford that was nowhere close to ‘not bad’. That was… That was amazing!”

“Aw shucks,” Fiddleford mumbled.

“No, I mean it!” Stanford continued. “This is a piece of history in the making here. This won’t just change the world of animatronics, but the entire world of robots and engineering itself!”

“You really think so?” Fiddleford asked.

“I know so!” Stanford tried to contain some of his excitement, sometimes he could get rather loud when he got carried away. “And Fiddleford? I couldn’t imagine this being made by anyone else but yourself. You really did a… a fantastic job here. There’s no way you won’t take first place in Dawngrove next week!”

“Aw, I don’t care about none of that.” Fiddleford sighed as he turned off his robo-dino. “I’m only doing this for lil’Tate. He’s the one who asked me to do all this after all.”

“And I’m certain Tate will adore this too.”

“I hope so...” Fiddleford said with another sigh. Looking back up at his incredible invention. “Ever since me and the missus split I feel like I haven’t seen him as often. When we are together I gotta make it mean something. For the both of us.”

Gently, Stanford took Fiddlford’s face in his hands, pulling him away so they were looking eye to eye.

“Believe me Fiddleford, next week Dawngrove’s Robotic Royal will be a day no one could ever forget!”

Leaning in closer, Stanford kissed him. And closing his eyes, Fiddleford could feel himself relaxing.

Slipping away. If only for a few moments...

 ~~~

 Sometimes it truly amazed Fiddleford how everything was coming back to him.

At least physically if not completely mentally. He was still working on that.

He counted it as a small success though when Stanford showed him a massive mechanical pterodactyl and he got the inkling of a sensation that he’d seen it before.

Raising one hand up, he touched one of its massive wings. It felt rougher than he’d expected it to. No doubt the metal had eroded some after years of hiding it away in such an abandoned place.

“I know I’ve seen this fella before…” Fiddleford pondered out loud, still lightly rubbing over the metal as if that would help him reveal the answer. He knew he’d made robotic pterodactyls before but this one didn’t seem as familiar. It definitely wasn’t the one he made for revenge after his retirement-party-fiasco. “Did we make this together?”

“Not really, I just watched.” Stanford answered. “You made this one on your own. It was for this competition out in Dawngrove California.”

“Dawngrove…” Fiddleford said slowly.

“Yes, does that town sound familiar at all?”

Fiddleford hummed a little before shaking his head. “It ain’t there right now, but it’ll come back. I can feel it rattle’n around in there.”

Stanford seemed a little disappointed, but decided to move on. “Well you and I brought that in for a robotics competition. A battle royal actually. You ended up getting first place. Your ex-wife and your son even came and we all cheered you on.”

The mention of his son brought a smile to his face. The details over everything were hazy but he always knew who Tate was. “He would have been around eight or nine right?”

“Yes, he was nine!” Stanford said.

Fiddleford chuckled at the thought. “He was such a little squirt back then. Always hiding under that big mop of hair…”

Stanford grumbled as he looked around. He wished he had more photos from that day. In his experience with Stanley photos help jogged Stan’s memory the best. Unfortunately he didn’t have any photos from that day. He was however able to find a few newspaper clippings he’d held onto from that day. Carefully picking it up the fragile paper so it didn’t disintegrate, Stanford brought it over for Fiddleford to see.

“Look here,” Stanford pointed to the main picture under the headline ‘Super Scientist and Father Wins Grand Prize with his Dynamic Dino!’ where there was a black and white photo of the Pterodactyl back in its golden years. “If you look towards the bottom near the pterodactyl’s feet you can see a few figures. That’s me on the right, you on the left, and you’re holding Tate in the middle of us.”

The article itself was so damaged it was illegible. But Fiddleford could just make out their figures Stanford was pointing to in the picture. The picture was so old the image had begun to fade some too, mostly on the left side. His whole body was faded out. But with enough focus he could just make out Stanford and Tate’s faces. Both were beaming at the camera. Grinning with pride. Fiddleford realized they’d been proud of him.

“You two sure seemed happy…” Fiddleford said with a sigh.

“And we still are.” Stanford continued. “You have no idea how happy I am to be here with you. To have a second chance at making things right with you. With everyone.”

Fiddleford nodded but didn’t look up from the picture. As if trying to memorize their faces in case this memory never came back to him. When he didn’t focus as hard he could almost recall some things. Mostly phantom feelings. Like holding a giggling Tate close to his chest. Or swinging up on a rig, shouting to Stanford down below. Walking hand in hand with both of them…

“I’m happy I get a second chance too.” Fiddleford replied softly.

Eventually they’d seen everything they could and together, hand in hand, they walked back out of that old warehouse back into the world. They’d been in there reminiscing so long they’d missed sunset. It was already night and the moon hung low in the sky, darting out from behind trees as they walked.

Stanford’s six-fingered hand felt so warm in Fiddleford’s own. How he’d spent all those years alone, Fiddleford didn’t know, but now that Stanford was back in his life he knew he couldn’t bear to go back to the way things had once been. The world had changed so much, and they’d both changed so much with it. But Fiddleford could feel it in his heart that what they had between themselves was still as special as it was back then.

And when the light hit his face just right Fiddleford could see Stanford’s hair shine silver, and his eyes practically sparkling under the moon, Fiddleford knew in his heart his feelings for the other man hadn’t changed at all.

He found he’d only grown to love Stanford Filbrick Pines even more.

[askfriedoandfriends]

🖊 go!!!

////HOOOGH OK i dont really know who to do so im just gonna uhh fuckin

//put this under a cut because i feel that its gonna turn into an infodump but here WE GO 

//so charam... i love charam, well i love all my trolls to death, but charam and friedo got the most of my autism and ADHD traits respectively. all of my ocs are neurodivergent leaning more towards either autism or ADHD or having a mix of both. and since friedo and charam are my first two “official” trolls, they got the most of it.

//but lets focus on charam because i need to think about him more. i was a bit fretful (and still am tbh) about his design (as well most of my other trolls TBH) because...well, its a bit plain. but what else is there to him? he is a farmer. charam doesnt feel the need to get all gussied up or look extravagant with his clothes, since theyre just gonna get dirty, and whos going to see it? plus hes just more comfortable with a plain style anyway (tshirt + overalls/pants/shorts +boots/tennis shoes). 

//what else to say about him...i havent fleshed out his interests a whole lot but what i do know is that he does enjoy romantic fiction- books and television mostly. he kind of thinks the whole quadrant thing is a bit silly, honestly, but still abides by it. if the series hes interested in has plenty of potential couples, he will write them all out and make guesses about whos gonna pair with who and usually they NEVER turn out how he wants them to. he has oodles of books in his resprite block, two whole shelves full plus some stray ones hes not sure where to put. this is why he doesnt allow strangers in there without his permission! they might mess up the order of his books!

//he does dabble in a bit of cooking, but its mostly because he doesnt trust friedo in the kitchen. friedo does help with things like setting the table or help put minor things together while charams cooking. 

//charam cannot handle blood/gore/death stuff because of an incident he had when he was younger; even things like on tv. if he needs to have one of his creatures culled, he has someone else come and do it. the only products he uses and sells from his critters are eggs and dairy. 

//idk what else to say! but i do love him. 

[inappropriatefangirlneeds]

Taggy Thang: Bold Your Preference

I got the tagged by the wonderful @owlettica  Thank you so much! 

Rules: Bold what you prefer.    (and yeah I can´t shut up about my choices either .. :D ) 

Honey and Lemon or Milk and Sugar  (Neither, I´m really trying hard to just drink my teas without anything added)  Musicals or Plays (On another day it surely would be plays, but the thing is a really really really good musical is kind of more fun than a play but overall I love more plays than musicals, turns out I´m really picky with the singing in musicals (especially in german it quite often sounds just really odd and off to my ears) and I´m a sucker of good dialogue #wannabecardassian and plays just deliver more of them.. usually)  Lemonade or Iced Tea (Just what kind of iced tea is this about .....  ) Strawberries or Raspberries (because Idk strawberries are a cliche sometimes ) Pandas or Koalas (yeah I´m cheating on this grey, white, black fluff .. all good) Beaches or Forests (really depends on what kind of beach or forest but I´m in a I wanna smell salty air mood)  Planets or Constellations (Planets all the way, Pluto! Saturn! Mars!) Pastels or Neons (Tacky pastels are more bearable than tacky neons .. )  Diners or Cafes (I´m not sure if I´ve ever been to the kind of diner that would be relevant here but I know there´s some really pretty cafes with a hellload of history .. soooo .. but I don´t feel like I really fit nor thrive in Kaffeehauskultur but it´s nice for a visit  )  Unicorns or Dragons (I don´t even know why but I just feel I´d feel more comfortable with dragons )  Gemstones or Crystals (Gemstones being shaped crystals? pfffff Idk)  Hummingbirds or Owls (feathermatters are like fluffmatters but I´m slightly leaning towards Owls .. )  Fireworks or Sparklers (Okay a colourful Booom vs a tiny fizzzle .. like they are cute n stuff buuuuut .. also people are so reckless with sparklers, sometimes I wonder that no hairs or clothing catch fire .. and with pyro you at least got the illusion that it´s handled by people that know what they do .. also Insert MalcolmReedGif here .. )  Sunflowers or Hydrangeas (because ehh .. ) Brunch or Happy Hour (I overeat so much more than I drink a lot so I´d get more out of fooood )  Sweet or Sour OR SALTY (okay now there is a salty option ..... there should have always been one) Rome or Amsterdam  (historyboner .. that one was easy .. )  Classic or Modern Art (I´m gonna assume classic just means everything else than modern art in this context and then it wins by sheer volumes buuut also daaaam so many great artists ... this really isn´t hard to pick .. also technically if you wait long enough now modern art would be part of no contemporary art .. )  Sushi or Ramen (Fooood) Sun or Moon Polka Dots or Stripes (oh idk dots are cute but also TimBurton .. I think I lean more towards stripes but I´m not crazy about either) Macarons or Croissants (Still havent eaten macarons, they also still don´t appeal to me and daaaaaaamn croissants .. sooo tasty.) Glitter or Matte (Great Matte is awesome.. but I think glitter reaches awesome stage more easily although not as high as the best use of matte)  Aquariums or Planetariums (They are great, animals are always awesome and so far it´s been the if you don´t know what to do with someone or what to talk go there) Road Trip or Camping Trip (Camping is exhausing, someone pls transfer me in the SupernaturalUniverse, also that nice flow while driving along an empty road is awesome)  Coloring Book or Watercolors (Shouldn´t that be Ink or something like that and watercolours .. )  Fairy Lights or Candles (Candles feel more .. idk .. “real/magic” but fire safety issues stress me out sometimes ^^ )

since it´s been ages with this one as well and it likely made the rounds already I´m not gonna tag anyone specific .. but please go on do it and tag it if you want to =) 

[corndogblues]

the raven cycle

i consume media... ah yes....

the raven cycle! i loved it. i loved the characters and their dynamics and i want to talk about it since none of my friends have read it or have the intentions to read it as quickly as i would like (they have jobs, obligations, etc. i get it). the only thing is that i hated the ending! (also: major spoilers) 

i saved that last hundred or so pages for a second day of reading the raven king. and i wish i would not have done that! maybe it would have made it a better or more satisfying ending. i just hated how quickly it ended. gansey dead then suddenly he’s alive... and then boom. book done. there are plot lines that i wish were more explored. though i have criticism for the book i also love these books. dont get me wrong! i have some proposed endings...

1. okay.. so gansey stays dead. the group isn’t able to revive him and everyone grows together and grieves together. in this scenario im not sure if theres still a cabeswater but theres no scenario where ronan dreams up a new gansey, its just something he would never do. 2. (im stealing this idea from the half bad trilogy) we see blue lean into her tree-kin thing, she kicks her dad out of the beech tree. it is literally rightfully hers and she let him know previously. she stays in that tree out of grief for the rest of her mortal life. 3. the two previous scenarios combined. blue goes into tree, adam and ronan visit her and grieve with her and maybe she comes out someday. i cant think of an ending for gansey to come back to life but im sure there is one (what if they sacrificed piper in some way, she didnt want to die when she was killed. they find her laying there, she cant be saved and the group somehow convinces her to renounce her life. IDK) or maybe. normal ending but its more drawn out and we get a bigger look into what happens after they graduate. i wanted more from the epilogue. 

another thing is henry’s character. just a sudden minority character with a stereotyped asian mafia mother thrust into the last book. i say either write him in earlier (maybe during k’s arc, in ronans sort of absence (not really) henry helps and he just accepted into the group). or dont write him in at all. also get rid of the casual racism between adam and ronan. make a little bitch character like k or one of k’s goons be the racist ones since theyre already shitty people. henry’s character had potential !! i wish he was written better.

something else that i loved was the disappointment of glendower beind dead dead. holy shit. what an awesome let down (/genuine). awesome being used in a this is a really good let down BUT you need to make up for it. and rushing the ending (as a previously mentioned) and then bringing gansey back wasnt a satisfying rebuttal. yes i did read bootlegged pdf’s off the internet so maybe i missed something idk or i sped past an important sentence. but i felt like there was so much left to be wanted. i wanted to understand it more!!!

other than all that its mostly smaller things. why the antique business freak buildup for it to end in one measly chapter. unsatisfying use of magic towards the end. the feeling of the group being split at the end (this series is BUILT on these strong friendships). nobody saying anything about ronans mom when cabeswater was rotting and then just killing her. noahs death. a lot of unsatisfying filler in the end. greys mans ending. 

overall. i give the whole series a 5 out of 5. i love it so much. i will always recommend it to others and beg my friends to read it. the last two books (mostly the last book) just left more to be desired. i havent read opal yet or the dreamers trilogy. but maggie is writing more bc i feel like she left open these plot lines so she could continue writing this story (blues dad, gwen, persephone, etc.) there is so much!! which is awesome and im sooooo excited to read.