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[maeamian]

Happy No Scabs Saturday, like to pledge to never cross a picket line, reblog to pledge to never cross a picket line.

[starry-bi-sky]

how do you clone a fey? that's trick question; and fey love those!

@the-navistar-carol (<333) brought up a good point while I was talking about my changeling danny au with her -- Dani! How would she exist in this au? Danny's a changeling - a fae. How would Dani, a clone of him, be created? How do you make a fey? Not through any means that Vlad is doing; you can't make a fey through unnatural means, considering the Fair Folk are nature. And Vlad's not a fey himself -- he's a halfa, even if he could make a fey, it's not in his best interest too. He's a powerful ghost, but even the weakest fae can overpower the strongest ghost. He won't want a clone of Daniel to be more powerful than him.

(In a three tier hierarchy it goes Ancients -> Fae/Mythos -> Ghosts. They all live in the Infinite Realms, but on different Planes. The fae live above the Ghost Zone in the Fey Wild, while the Mythos live beside the Wilds or down in the ghost zone depending on where they are. Places like the Frozone, the Athens Acropolis, and other such large islands climb throughout all three Planes.)

(While Ghosts can travel into the Fey Wild, its generally advised against as the ectoplasm tends to manifest differently there due to close contact magic. It can make it rather disorientating for a ghost, and as human spirits, the Fae living there would jump them faster than they could blink. So unless you're willing to play mind games with 'steal thy name eat thy face' fae, most ghosts keep out of the way of the Wilds. Fey can travel down into the Ghost Zone, they just don't bother.)

That's of course, not taking into account if Vlad even knows Danny's a fae himself. Vlad doesn't ring me as someone who really cares much about ghost culture or the going ons of the GZ. He might be aware that fae exist, but the moment he realizes he can't use them for personal gain he just doesn't bother with them. The risk is greater than the reward, and he'd rather not get eaten. But lets assume he's aware by now that Danny is fey, and has to take that into account while cloning him.

So, how does Dani exist? Good question! Honestly; i'm not sure. She might not exist at all, or if she does, she's more halfa than fey. Vlad would need a lot of human dna and ectoplasm to balance out all that fae magic. He manages to steal DNA from Jack and Maddie to do it, and since Jack's fey ancestry is very dormant its much easier to use alongside Danny's DNA.

In turn, it results in a little girl whose more human-ghost hybrid than clone. With that little extra boost in fey magic making her not a fey, but still relatively powerful. Dani is less of a clone and more of a lab-grown little sister. It's a rather tedious, complex process that has Vlad tearing his hair out trying to figure out. But he does eventually figure it out.

[stupidlittlespirit]

You asked for some cute fun asks, so I've appeared to help!

If you've ever played (or watched someone else play) the Swooning Over Stans game, there's a scene in Stan's route where you go to a 70s dance night with him. It's very fun and flirty~

Ever since then, I've wondered if Ford would enjoy going for a dance like that with his s/o. I can definitely see him getting SUPER nervous about it beforehand because he's having flashbacks of his prom night disaster and thinking he's going to totally bomb it. But maybe his date would coax him to just have a little fun, let loose.

I agree with your thought that he'd be the kind of guy to like old classic crooner music (and now I'm swooning for real just thinking abt it), but maybe some 70s funk can get him going, too. Now every time I listen to that stuff, I can't help but picture Ford trying to teach his date how the dances really went (and possibly failing miserably but laughing over it)

GOD yes, I played Swooning when it first released and it was wonderful. I've played it through on both routes about 10 times each lol. I still can't believe we were gifted such a gorgeous game by all of those talented people for free.

I know exactly what scene you mean. That was such a nice touch.

I daydream about this fucking scenario with Ford a lot. It's so silly but I do it when I listen to that kind of music and it's really nice haha Very normal of me, I know, so expect a long answer to this under the cut:

I'm going to set this within GF, but at a function beyond the town he might struggle a little more unless he knew the people there.

I think Ford would be (naturally) nervous beforehand for the reasons you mentioned. He's not very fond of social interaction that isn't super necessary, though post portal he is definitely better at that than he was, and the thought of doing something that holds bad memories would be very daunting for him, to the point that he'd probably refuse at first. More so with the excuse that he doesn't have time or doesn't care about stuff like that than admitting he's nervous.

Mabel would definitely encourage him to go and Reader would mention that they'd enjoy having some fun/seeing him have fun as well, plus they'd certainly miss Ford if he stayed at home. They would understand his hesitation around the event but a little gentle comforting from them around the knowledge that they'd be there to support him would go a long way, I think.

"There's no pressure to stay if you get there and don't like it," and "We can just go home, you're in control of the situation and I'll be by your side no matter what," kind of thing. I think he'd find that very soothing and helpful, just to be reminded that no one will force him. Eventually, he'd give a little and agree on those terms. Plus, Mabel would guilt him a bit because she wants to see him to be included haha.

Once he got there, he'd be a wallflower to begin with. That's fine, obviously. He needs time to settle in. Maybe a drink or two, as well (I know how he feels LMAO) before he can really get comfortable. He'd look to Reader for comfort but he'd also not want to prevent them from enjoying themselves, so he wouldn't insist they stay with him all the time.

I don't think he'd refuse to engage with other people; he'd be reasonably accustomed with the townsfolk anyway so he'd know them and their demeanours a bit more than if he was at a totally new function or with people he had never met. He wouldn't start general conversation (unless it was with Fiddleford), though.

He'd definitely be more inclined to hover around the edge of the party rather than step straight in like Stan would, but if people came up to see him and say hi (and they would because the family is known and liked) then he'd be able to hold good conversation. Post-Portal!Ford is going to have developed his social skills a great deal from his time away and I think he'd be more willing to hear what other people have to say and engage with them.

When he was younger, I think he might have only really been interested in talking about the topics he knew about because they felt safer for him, they were something he was good at talking about, but obviously when you're that smart it's nigh on impossible to find that level of conversation with others so he would have considered himself a failure in terms of social ability purely because he struggled to connect on that aspect, when really he'd just be expecting a bit too much from the general populous. That, combined with general awkwardness and a lack of knowledge on how to make menial conversation would have made it really hard for him. He does talk about that in TBoB, actually, with the joke he makes about pie in the diner. It doesn't land because the waitress doesn't have that level of understanding. It's a funny joke though! He is good at talking to people, he just comes at it from a unique angle.

So, anyway, I digress. He'd be a bit shy but he'd be open to chatting to others, and eventually he'd warm up. He'd realise he's been overthinking everything a bit too much and getting in his own way, and then start to ease up without even realising.

Reader, meanwhile, would have to strike a balance on making sure he was okay and also giving him the space to bloom on his own. Maybe making eye contact with him from across the room and giving him a little thumbs up-thumbs down gesture to check in, only for him to return a thumbs up and big, warm smile, much to their relief. They'd have known he was capable of it, he just needed to remember his capability himself.

So after a bit of time and a bit of space to find his feet, he might overhear that they're playing the kind of music he used to listen to in his youth. I'm going to project here (because you guys know my affinity for 70's music) and say maybe some Baccara (Yes Sir, I can Boogie is a banger), some Bee Gees (duh), just anything fun.

Ford would know the words by heart and once you'd returned to his side, he'd be singing them under his breath or tapping his foot or whatever, and you'd ask him if he wanted to dance. He'd say no because dancing requires a level of self-humiliation and he'd be too self conscious initially, but again, you would coax him a little.

I think you could ease him into it (I think that's the trick with Ford generally anyway). Maybe Reader would take one of his hands and he'd twirl them around, just indulging them a bit because he'd think it's endearing even if he won't do it himself.

I think seeing someone else be a bit silly puts other people at ease and makes them a bit more willing to be silly themselves, so he'd kind of get a little more into it as the music went on and once things changed to those slower, crooning songs, he might just take Reader's other hand and (much to their absolute joy) slow dance with them a bit. He'd prefer to stay tucked into a corner rather than make a show of being out on the dance floor like his brother, but I think he'd be inclined to sing a little bit, just quietly, privately, and lead Reader in a dance.

He wouldn't be a practised dancer but he'd be able to keep time and count beats (it's math!) and although he'd still fuck it up, as would Reader because I doubt many of us are classically trained dancers, he'd be able to laugh along with you and have fun. He'd forget the room, as would you, and you'd be able to really have an intimate, joyful moment together.

God fuck I am so normal about this old man. This is the kind of shit they put you on medication for if you tell the therapist too much LMAO

Also shameless self plug but here is my playlist for this exact scenario. 'Misty' by Lesley Gore is my personal favourite Ford song. Don't judge me, I beg.

[amanitapills]

Mimi the conqueror, her royal deadness

[tapestryundone]

quiet is right handed and always holds the blade in his right hand as a result. he is tied to the narrative that the narrator constructed through the blade and no matter what happens in any runthrough the knife will always end up in his hand at least once no matter what he does or what he truly wants

the princess is always chained by her right hand. no matter what, she is always bound to the cabin and the narrative that the narrator constructs. tsm is represented through countless arms and yet the princes is always placed in a basement with her right hand shackled

both quiet and the princess are trapped in the construct, parallel to one another. the knife is to the long quiet as the chain is to the shifting mound

in the prisoner chapter, if quiet becomes chained then he must lose the knife. there is no purpose to overlapping ones shackles, he just trades one for another

anytime that the princes recieves the knife, she becomes free of her chain. there is no purpose to overlapping ones shackles, she just trades one for another

the knife and shackles are equivalent, and both must be shed in some way for the shifting mound and the long quiet, or the princess and quiet/hero

at the heart of the shifting mound, the princess will always be free. the shifting mound is free to choose anything she wants. shes waiting for you to choose. the apotheosis establishes that she could destroy the construct if she so chose, but if the long quiet doesnt break free with her, destroying the construct will destroy him, too. she is free of her shackle but she has a choice between leaving with the long quiet or killing him- mirroring that the long quiet has a choice between leaving with the shifting mound or killing her. only that the shifting mound made her choice, and that is that no matter what happens, she will not destroy the long quiet

at the heart of the shifting mound, quiet has the choice to take the knife and give into the narrators script- to abide by it or return to its beginning and reread the story all over again- or to abandon his own shackles and free himself from the story the narrator wove

effectively, the chain and the blade must be abadoned in some way for the two to be free. with or without reaching the heart of the shifting mound, neither can be free until the remnants of the construct are abandoned, until their unique tether to the construct is left behind

and if the two are a palindrome, then the letter in the center is the cabin- a structure that exists for both of them and is a construction of the narrator that they both influence differently but in equal amounts. they both have been built around it and feom it, very literally, and the chain and blade are both offshoots of it that the narrator uses to control them

[ooooo-mcyt]

Do Scar and Grian need THREE duo names? No. Am I now in love with "Peskytimes" and going to tag it on everything? Yes.

[thebabygirlenthusiast]

I swear to god the biggest sin of re village is that they somehow DIDNT MAKE CHRIS A WEREWOLF. HES LITERALLY ON THE COVER ART OF THE GAME HEADSHOT W A LYCAN/WEREWOLF. IM STILL SO PISSED CAPCOM

like are you fucking serious

[gaytommykinard]

the lesbians have claimed lou ferrigno jr btw. he's our special guy now. like thor, or david tennant, or hozier.

[lukasadss]

Wish pod Sherlock was real so I could keep him in my pocket

[aroaceleovaldez]

interesting ramble from the @riordanverse-ship-polls submissions - so somebody submitted Drew x Bianca, which I already knew was a ship. I've seen it around a couple of times. However. 1.) They labeled it as a crackship which i found interesting, and 2.) WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE SHIP NAME IS "CADREW?"

Like, I get how the names are being combo'd there (bianca + drew) but. There seriously weren't any better options? Not even "Drewangelo" or something? There's gotta be a better option than cadrew. That does not identify it as being Drew x Bianca in the slightest. That looks like Castor x Drew (which, tangent, fascinating theoretical. i want to know what somebody would even do with that one) at best. Maybe even a ship name that isn't just a name combo? There's gotta be something. Anything. Nothing with Bianca + Tanaka? Di Angelo + Tanaka? Please I'm weirdly invested in the quality of this ship name now.

Also re: the crackship thing, this is not a crackship! This is a rarepair. It is actually even entirely plausible that Bianca and Drew did meet in TTC. Given Drew's age in HoO/being a counselor and being a year-rounder she most likely would have been one of the daughters of Aphrodite present alongside Silena. This means she would have participating in the Capture The Flag game against the Hunters, which included Bianca. In fact, it is entirely more likely that Drew met Bianca in TTC than Will having met Nico in TTC! Fun facts

[milkbreadtoast]

sharing this here too.... Got up to ep 47 in the my s class hunters webtoon and asked a korean friend about Sung Hyunje's way of speaking bc i noticed he seemed to talk like an old man..... MFNSMDBSNN THIS IS AMAZING 😭😭🤭

edit: apparently there's a lore reason he talks like that that neither of us knew at the time... i appreciate everyone who's holding back from telling me what it is🫡

just to be thorough i asked about -군(-gun) too which is how SHJ calls HYJ (han yoojin-gun) (in ep 46-47 at least) (i believe the jp equivalent is -kun, which more ppl r prob familiar w)

[carouselcometh]

The Glass Coffin Mocktail! In honor of my most beloved and favorite Saw trap 5ever :)

[solasfenheral]

I am just. chewing over and over again the connotations to Taash alternating between ‘mother’ and ‘Tama’

[hplonesomeart]

SMG4 fandom how are we feeling about the carnival coming up. I’m scared and going to scream :))

Plain sketch version without the grey background blend btw wahooo

[occudo]

I know it's probably like, a super weird thing to ask but are the flowers Michael brought Eric African Violets? If not what are they?

It's really okay to ask :D They are pansies

[auspicioustidings]

Breeding w/ Soap

-your wife 🫶

"Beautiful boy" Rudy mumbled.

Alejandro had to agree with his pack mate. They were a two alpha pack (although at one time perhaps they had thought they might have a third, a female alpha with a kink for chaos and beautiful brown eyes) and had never dreamed of this scenario. The omega of the 141 pack presenting for them, sunken into the nest he had made in their home, his hole twitching at Rudy's praise and his back stretched deliciously for them to see every muscle with his face pressed to Ghost's mask.

"Are you sure?" Ale asked, hesitantly crouching over and running his hand through Soap's hair, earning a purr which went straight to his dick.

" 'course I'm sure. You've saved my pack's lives more than once, we want tae dae this for ye. And Price disnae have much love of having a pup, but he is desperate tae see me swell with one. Gaz says when his sister was pregnant she was barely oot her nest, always gaggin' for her alphas."

Ale about held it together, but Rudy couldn't hold back the bark of laughter. It was so very like the 141 one to go this far for one of their Captain's passing fancies. And it was very telling of Soap's own desire to spend 9 months getting his soul fucked out that when he spoke about it slick started drooling out of his hole. Ale being crouched by his head couldn't see it, but fuck could he smell it. Weirdest omega scent in the world, the smell of gun oil, engine grease and fire.

"Did your alpha explain what we needed?" Ale asked.

"Just said ye wanted a pup. Think I ken how it works Ale."

"We want the pup to be ours."

"Aye."

"Both of ours."

"Should think so."

"Ale is trying to ask if you can take both our knots at once Soap" Rudy said, too hard now to watch Ale take so long talking about this.

The burst of scent and slick was too much. Rudy groaned long and low, finding himself buried in Soap's cunt to the root before he had even realised he had moved. It was so wet, so hot and tight. There was nothing like omega slick, nothing like an omega pussy strangling his cock. He was going to tear this creature apart, sink his cock so deep in him that it would fundamentally change him.

He didn't know how long he had been hammering into Soap when Ale's barked order finally had him slowing.

"Enough Sergeant! You knot him without me and I'll whip your ass raw!"

Not stop then. He could accept that. He could wait, help Ale get situated beneath the squirming and whining omega so he could start pressing in beside him. Soap bit into Ale's peck, not a claiming bite, but one meant to try and muffle the keening noises that were spilling from him.

The stretch was unlike anything he had ever known. Why hadn't they done this before? Fuck when he was back home the first thing he was doing was getting on his knees and begging his alphas to fuck his cunt at the same time. Could he take all three of them in his arse? Three knots tearing him apart while he'd no doubt be straining against the cage on his own cock (because anytime they tried something exciting and new Ghost would lock it on him and revel in how he cried over it).

The idea was hot sure, but as Ale growled and pushed past the resistance he thought he was going to fucking die at the stretch. Fuck. His poor pussy would be gaping forever.

"Fuuuck Ale, his ass is trying to suck me in. Mierda, I can feel you throbbing" Rudy moaned, hips pistoning.

"You can take it can't you omega? You're a good boy who's going to take our knots hm?"

Soap didn't even have the energy to bite anymore, instead just laying limp against Ale and drooling on his chest. He was a good boy, a good omega, the best.

"Ye'll tell my alphas?"

"Yes sweet boy, we'll tell them how good you were" Rudy purred, moving one hand from Soap's hip to pet his hair and delighting at how he tightened up at the praise.

No doubt his pack made him earn praises, but it wasn't their style. Ale and Rudy loved pampering him, loved how easy it was to make him melt and tighten and slick for them with just a few words of adoration. Poor thing, they shouldn't spoil him too much or Ghost would have a field day with him when he got home. Although maybe that was the idea.

"W-want it! Gie me knots! Both of them! Fuck it's so much."

"Shh carino, you just sit pretty and let us take care of you. Let us give that pretty pussy what it needs" Ale said.

And then they let him fucking have it. It hadn't felt like they had been holding back before, but Soap suddenly felt like their cocks were tearing a hole straight through to his fucking womb and trying to settle in his guts. He could barely breathe, just having to sob and whine and try gulp in oxygen while they ruined him.

And then he felt the hard knots of them pressing for entry. The pressure broke, their knots pushed inside and Soap came harder than he ever had in his life.

"Good boy, fucking good boy" Rudy growled, straining as his knot locked in jammed next to Ale's and they both drowned Soap with their cum.

He collapsed on Soap's back, glad that they were pupping a male omega and not some soft female who he'd have to be careful not to crush.

"Did so well Soap, fuck you took us so well."

"I'd save your breath Rudy, he's out" Ale chuckled.

Rudy shifted and looked to find that Soap was, in fact, fully out. For a moment he was worried before Soap gave a small contented chuff, mumbled something about puppies and then started purring up a storm.

Beautiful fucking boy.