#c-c answered asks

[cicada-circuitry]

I'd like to hear more about "acute problems in life-ruining mentorships / lessons in the advanced physics of self-sabotage" and "trapped-in-a-closet fic" 🥰

hi hi hi hello again!!! thank you so much for indulging me i am having way too much fun being given excuses to ramble about the wip pile

12. acute problems in life-ruining mentorships / lessons in the advanced physics of self-sabotage [placeholding multiple half-formed title variations on that theme] is the absolute dumping ground for every single Aleida / Margo mentorship related thought and emotion i had on second watch thru. suffers from... being a completely disconnected set of thoughts and emotions related to Aleida and Margo's mentorship i had on second watchthru haha. and from being very split in tone between some like, 'people on the outside looking in have gotten the completely objectively hilariously wrong impression about these two's relationship' bits (e.g. the multiple boyfriends who literally come in and out of Aleida's life across seasons 1-3 in direct reverse proportionality to how much she's working with Margo) and some more serious stuff (a la "You got in my head, Margo! Then never! Left! Your voice just... pushing me, telling me how to live up to you then shooting me down the second I was starting to succeed, over and over and over and—" which we'll call an excerpt of this one!)

13. trapped-in-a-closet fic is a margo/molly fic I actually really really want to finish!! the scenario is like right there at the end of S2 ok like it would actually make more sense if the reason that storage room was left open for Aleida to overhear Tracy and Gordo trying to make contact on the old comm was because that closet has a busted lock right??

honestly the only strugg with this one is trapped-in-a-closet is generally not the trope you apply on top of a situation as sad and serious as the end of s2 but listen you can get trapped in a closet for uncomfortably close-quarters grief and anger just as well as Other Things!!

start of the trapped-in-a-closet fic under the cut!

As soon as communication was reestablished with Pathfinder, Margo spotted Molly booking it out of Mission Control. 

Mid-conversation with Bill, she briefly closed her eyes. She knew where Molly was going. Three of her astronauts might be safe now, but two were still unaccounted for. She had to debrief with Ellen, but made her excuses two minutes in, and went after her. 

Sure enough, she found Molly hunched over the shelving, illuminated in outline by that staticky glow. Speaking on repeat: “Stevens? Stevens, do you read me?” 

She said it three times while Margo hovered in the doorway, working up the courage to tell her it was no use. 

When Molly’s voice broke on “Gordo? Tracy?” she stepped inside and closed the door. 

“Hey.” 

Molly’s head whipped around towards her. “Shit.” 

She held up her hands. “Didn’t mean to sneak up. I can see you’re very focused. But, Molly. You saw the timer. Even if they made it back in, the damage they’d’ve taken in almost twenty seconds of hard vacuum? In the Lunar day?” 

Molly glared at her. “I’m not giving them up for dead until someone shows me a damn body, Margo.” She leaned back towards the mic, voice harsh. “Gordo, if you’re ignoring me just to get even after I swapped out your liquor stash, so help me I’ll—” 

It was heartbreaking, how Molly’s voice cracked just then. 

[fyanimaldiversity]

If you ever wondered what the best living vertebrate is, it’s the alligator gar in my totally not biased 100% scientifically backed opinion. They are just a flawless creature. Nothing wrong with them. Good tooth to snoot ratio, they have a winning smile.

They and other monster fish absolutely should NOT be in the hands of most private keepers at all and I do NOT support morph breeding of them because of that, but pretty fishy cute :c

[spoopdeedoop]

Is it possible to see c!hannah or c!eryn in your artstyle? (no pressure tho, I just really like your art)

this ask has been sittin in my fridge for so long . my apollo cheese

[cocksley-and-catapult]

ANNOUNCEMENT: the boys are on break!

late addition but this and last year's announcement drawing are on the c&c redbubble as greeting cards (its hilarious)

[casinoguests]

thoughts on tommy?

Thank you for your question!!!! tom is the best. Quackity adds on that he would've loved if tom was working here. me too, boss

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Can you please write some hurt comfort hero and villain. Where the villain is the grumpy one and the hero is the sunshine one. The hero gets hurt (Villain finds who did the hurting and takes care of it) and villain has to take care of the hero’s wounds. With very “Who did this to you” vibes. Thanks! No worries if you are busy! I love your writing!

The hero stared at the supermarket shelf, their mouth agape. It was nothing more than another cruel joke that got in line to torment them today.

Everything seemed to be conspiring against them — being late to work, getting their ass kicked for a solid hour and now, the chocolate they craved on top of the shelf. Theoretically, the hero would be able to reach it, but their stitches were still fresh and their bones ached persistently.

On top of that, the supermarket was playing heartbreaking songs. Although it did fit the hero’s overall mood, they would have welcomed something more upbeat.

“Long day?” They looked at the person next to them and to their surprise, their nemesis was standing close by. They wore a hoodie and a cap, hiding their face and physique rather well. At first, the hero frowned, looked away, but then their eyes found the villain once again.

Their bottom lip was swollen. Their knuckles bruised.

“Kind of,” the hero said. Their voice was embarrassingly hoarse, so they cleared their throat. “Definitely exhausting.”

“Yeah, I get that.” The villain took a bar of chocolate from the shelf and turned it in their hand, examining it arrantly. Their nose wrinkled. Suddenly they turned towards the hero and lifted the bar in their hands. “Putting mint and chocolate together is an actual crime, like…who the fuck thought that would be a good idea?”

They shook their head and basically threw the bar back to where they had taken it from.

“What an absolute loser bullshit.”

And the hero, for whatever reason, the hero had to giggle. The villain seemed to be genuinely agitated by it and the hero couldn’t help but find it delightful.

“Sounds personal,” the hero quipped.

“Intrinsically personal, believe me.” The hero didn’t even realise how their smile was glued to their face until soft quiescence overcame the both of them.

The hero dared to look at their nemesis, but the villain’s eyes were on them already.

“You okay, though?” they asked, almost whispered the words. It was something out of a dream.

In the hero’s experience, most people didn’t really like those who were complicated. Understanding someone else is difficult. Challenging. Messy.

It is work and most people are already working enough for them to go crazy. So, demanding even more work was preposterous. It was ridiculous.

But when the hero was with the villain, it was so easy. All of it was so easy.

Barely any miscommunication. Mutual respect. Compassion. The hero swallowed.

Why did they have to be on opposite sides?

“Yeah,” the hero said. They stared at the shelf. “I’m okay.”

“No, be honest.”

“I am being honest.”

“Not quite,” the villain said.

The hero looked back at them.

“I…I am just a little mad at myself for being precarious, I guess,” they said eventually. “I suppose you took care of them, though?”

“Yeah, wasn’t pretty.”

More silence.

“Listen…you don’t have to—”

“Don’t give me that crap.” The villain’s eyes were on the shelf, as if it was the only way of communicating with each other. As if this shelf was the equivalent of looking into each other’s eyes. Both seemed to be really bad at that right now. “I make my own decisions.”

“Are you badly hurt, though?” The hero asked. They shifted a little bit closer to the villain until their shoulder nearly bumped against the villain’s biceps.

“Looks worse than it is.” The hero could feel their little finger brush the side of the villain’s palm. They pulled their hand away. “Don’t worry about me. You on the other hand…”

“I’m okay,” the hero repeated. Again. Their hand against the villain’s fingers. And the villain’s fingers against theirs. Testing the waters. “…did you follow me?”

“I know most of your routines, I figured you’d buy some stuff after such a big fight.” The hero kept staring at the shelf and the villain did the same. The hero didn’t even dare to breathe. They didn’t know what they were doing, didn’t even remember if they were allowed to do this.

“You’ll never beat the stalker allegations,” they joked. Somehow, their little finger hooked around the villain’s slowly. The villain’s fingers were warm. Oh so comforting.

“I’m not— I mean…really, I…you mentioned buying sweets after a big fight once, so—”

The hero giggled again. Their index finger brushed the villain’s sensitive knuckles carefully. Were they allowed to take their nemesis’ hand? Were they allowed to be this close?

The hero was losing their mind, but they supposed the villain was feeling something very similar.

“I was just joking, I know you’re very attentive…” They took in a breath but their chest hurt a little too much to inhale properly. “…thank you for checking up on me.”

“Of course. Always.”

Ultimately, the hero let their fingers intertwine, making their heart race in their chest vigorously.

They couldn’t remember holding hands being such a big deal to them. Big enough that they couldn’t even look at the villain now.

The villain’s thumb kept rubbing the hero’s cold skin. Gradually. Very gradually.

“I know it’s a lot to ask and you can decline anytime…but can I take care of your wounds?”

The hero looked at them and finally, their nemesis did the same.

“I’d like that,” the hero said. Their cheeks felt hot.

“Okay,” the villain breathed. They stretched out their other arm without letting go of the hero and grabbed the bar of chocolate the hero had eyed on top of the shelf. “This one is on me.”

The hero nodded.

[rozugold]

goldenduo (purpled and tommy) for doodle recs? :333

Silly guys

[bunnyboy-juice]

(hoping by "send a #" you meant in asks) 7 !!!!!

ur mind .... i didn't even think of this option 🫣🥰🫶🏽

[puppetmaster13u]

Oh my god

it never even occurred to me that the League would have to deal with Broody!Batman holy shit-

I can 100 percent see the league being absolutely baffled by Batman’s behavior- I feel like some would be aware of the A/B/O traits, but not all.

Just imagine when Batman eventually decides they’re his Work Pack:tm: and starts to treat them as such.

He’s suddenly all touchy and tries to flaunt his role as Lead Pack Omega much to their confusion.

And for the ones with super senses? I feel like they wouldn’t get the nitty gritty details of scenting (Though beast boy most definitely does)

Clark would be so stressed out over that. What’s wrong with his best friend?? Why did Bruce suddenly going from smelling like nothing to smelling like sweet earth??? (The answer is Scent Blockers, Bruce just decided to stop wearing them so he could mark them as pack.)

Also them dealing with Batman immediately post taking in Dick??? Oh god they’d be so concerned because why is Bruce suddenly so flighty?? Why did he go from doing everything to the letter to I Need To Get Out Now??

And you know Bruce doesn't think to explain. Like everyone in Gotham knows about dynamics, it's Gotham after all. He even forgot to mention it to Dick when he first came to the manor, and he saw him literally every day.

And it's not like he didn't care about them before, but it was silent, more distant care. Adding an extra kitchen when Flash complains about his high metabolism, adding more stuff to the gym when someone mentions it, but never letting anyone know he was the one to do so.

He still does these things of course, but will also just drop gifts into their arms and laps. Gifts covered in his scent seeing as he's not around them as often as say, his Wayne Enterprises pack. Which he also doesn't see often but is probably helped by the fact of him not being the only one with a dynamic.

Gosh Bruce is definitely fighting with himself because he wants to share his pup with his pack(s) but he also wants to of course keep him safe. Meaning he has to keep him hidden and all that and there's also the issue of Dick not understanding the whole broodiness at first too.

And you know he's going to not vocalize any of this. And the broodiness definitely gets worse for a bit until the miscommunication between him and Dick gets fixed lol.

Love the idea of Clark just, forgetting the fact he's a journalist and can find this information if he researched Gotham lmao. He's smart until he's in the middle of worrying about one of his friends and the freak out takes over.

Definitely not helped by the fact that the rest of the league also freaking out and wondering wtf is wrong lol.

[clownsuu]

It seems that fluffy howdy is canon

LETS FUCKING G O O OO O O O O OO O O O O O-

[cicada-circuitry]

Hello!!! For the WIP aks, 'Molly shaped trouble' made me lol so I'd love to hear about it

its YOU author of THE season 2 fic that came into my HOUSe made me experience emOTIONS on like a TUESDAY wow ok cool coooool.

8. molly-shaped trouble ! I am once again staring at my own list realizing i really felt the need to start a separate molly/margo fic basically every single time Any event happened in canon.

This one is when Molly first gets put in charge of the Astronaut Office! wanted to poke around in the time where they come to some kind of truce/understanding we barely get to see on screen. And poor Margo absolutely suffering through Ed's decision at the start.

Bit of it! ⤵️

"That's gonna be trouble," said Margo, but Ed was already saluting and walking away.

Molly Cobb. Chief of the Astronaut Office, was gonna be big-time trouble. But in the span of time it had taken her to read the personnel change notice, she'd already gone well past denial and bargaining. Margo Madison had accepted years ago that Molly-shaped trouble was simply one of the brands of trouble she was always going to have.

Just now it would be in her JSC business meetings. With her military trouble. And her political trouble. And the budget.

Well, she'd always had Molly-shaped trouble in space. And in Mission Control, regularly. And in just about every hallway NASA had to offer. Where Molly went, trouble followed, and the two inconveniently charted their average flight path to perfectly bowl her over.

'Course, Margo didn't have to make that easier for her, which didn't explain why, three days later, she found herself making her way over to Ed's nine-year office to watch trouble move herself in.

"If you're going to breathe up all my air in this cardboard box—" said Molly without turning around. "At least gimme a hand with that."

[yellosnacc]

What kind of art do the Sloman/Uniima make?

Very hard to answer in a single post so I focused on visual art here. Here are some few sketchy examples from both species.

There's a wide spectrum between the single species' cultures and even bigger between the two species. But there are many convergent art forms where the biggest differences lie in style as slomen and uniima see the world differently (color, space, person recognition...).

Slomen

In slomen cultures, art is commonly created for a community. Either to decorate a space or gift to a group etc. The least rare exception would be gifts for family heads but those usually see it as an obligation to share it with the rest.

So portraits of only one person are very rare. Art pieces also tend to be large, as the average painter group (in Ciwa) consists of 5 members and a mural-making group can be around 20. When they agree on the base motives, each artist executes their part with the resulting piece having all sections equally over-detailed.

Ciwan and general sloman visual art is often about fitting as much as possible experience and telling many stories without focusing on one single aspect (unless it's to highlight a higher-ranking member such as a matriarch). Art that can be touched is preferred.

Ciwan style of people drawing focuses on little facial detail, drawing people more idealistic with expression being shown more in body language. Individual indicators are primarily stripes and markings, sometimes holding a token of their occupation.

Uniima (sky)

In sky cultures, visual art is very popular and used in practical senses too. Ueema cultures commonly exchange art as information in case of language barriers and use it for documentation when they can afford it.

The structure of sky settlements, being that of thousands of microstates, leads many to compete in presentation. Having the most inspired architecture and decoration is why many become artisans which then bleeds into other parts of society.

Art is a job for one and it's full of competition. A good artist acts as their whole company, creating advertisements inside and outside their home, traveling, and inserting oneself into events.

Sometimes, uniima stylization can be realistic and practical but very often it's not and becomes hard to read for outsiders (even other uniima cultures).

Many artsy movements wash over regions in a year, inspired by people, cultures, and faded cultures like those of dead microstates that had little to no outsider contact.

The people drawing style spectrum over ueema cultures alone is overwhelming as they don't work as a single culture and many have a style native to their small area.

Most honor the individual great, including self-portraits and private pieces. The best indicator of who is the painted/crafted individual is the crest and beak shape, after that marking spacing and color + often accessories showing off a uniimas status, skill, and faith stance.

Some styles will include noise visualization to show the person's voice or other non-visual information to make the piece truly pact with context about them.

[spoopdeedoop]

…can i trouble you for your c!Purpled design?

WAIT OMG i never posted this. my qpp is like cpurpled fan number one and i drew a teensy page for them a while ago

[cocksley-and-catapult]

c&c issue but its rectangular and vertical like a normal comic with multiple panels

ISSUE 1128: four panel cap

10 october 2024

[casinoguests]

Does Wil come by often?

Quackity is so happy about Wilbur's visits that he's visibly excited! Thank you for the question!!!

[save-the-villainous-cat]

hurt comfort of a villain with abandonment issues x a hero who comforts and helps them

“Should you be looking at me like that?” the villain whispered with two of their delicate fingers holding up the hero’s chin. Their lips brushed the hero’s jawline sweetly, but the hero didn’t swallow the bait.

“Should you be moving your arm?” the hero asked back and the villain nearly mistook their concern for actual frustration. Without a second thought, the hero tightened the sling around the villain’s neck and glared.

Of course it hurt. Every move hurt. The villain’s clavicle was very far away from being healthy but they couldn’t help it. Being close to the hero was like a drug.

When they were with them, they couldn’t think properly. They couldn’t make rational decisions. They couldn’t concentrate on the pain.

It was like the hero was a saint who’d been sent to the villain. Their own personal caretaker, their own savior. That was obviously ludicrous. Attaching themselves to the hero was one of their greatest failures in life - after all this was about the both of them and power. It had nothing to do with personal feelings and it didn't leave room for any kind of personal relationship. Not the kind the villain craved, at least.

"Do I have to remind you that you shouldn't help the enemy?"

"You think you are my enemy?" the hero asked.

"Your agency thinks that."

The hero scoffed.

"Do I look like I care much about them?"

"You're so grumpy today," the villain whispered. Immediately, the hero's gaze softened.

"I'm sorry, I…I was worried. Am. I am worried about you. I want you to heal." The hero took another look at the villain's shoulder, then at their arm. The villain could tell they were tired.

"I never meant to make you worry. Please, if I am troubling you or-"

"You are not," the hero said. They looked up at the villain and smiled softly. "I am not really sure where this is leading to. I am thinking too much."

"What do you mean?" The villain could feel their cheeks heat up. It must have been too much for the hero. Too close. Too intimate. The villain could tell their enemy was going to leave, it was only rational - they had licked each other's wounds, had even shared a kiss. It was only a matter of time.

They couldn't breathe.

They couldn't think.

They weren't really anyone without the hero, were they? They wanted to throw up.

"I can change," they said quickly. "I promise, I can change for you."

The hero frowned.

"Huh?"

"I…" The villain heard their own heartbeat. "I mean it, whatever you want, I can give up the whole criminal thing, I will stop being so lazy, I promise I can do more, I can change for you."

They felt like throwing up. Why was this always happening to them? Were they really this rotten creature no one could stand? Were they really this horrible human being?

They knew they had made mistakes in the past and they knew being a criminal was not exactly…noble. But it paid the bills.

God, was the villain really such a nightmare? Nightmarish enough to be brought back to the orphanage over and over again, disgusting enough to be left to die, horrible enough to be betrayed.

"Okay, listen." The hero's eyes were wide, attentive. They pressed their right hand against the villain's chest, right where their heart was. The other found a place on the villain's torso. "I am not going anywhere. What I meant is that I am not sure how our relationship is developing. I don't want us to tiptoe around each other. I want us to be together."

The villain stared at them, their own eyes widening. They blinked.

"You can be so blunt…"

"You love that about me, don't you?" The hero pressed a soft kiss to their jaw and the villain's heart started to calm down gently. The hero really was a saint. So easily. They did it so easily. "Come on, I'll make breakfast and you rest some more."