#cause he loved hunting the frogs in there

[gaysonlyocean]

I'm so sorry this is happening to you reaper, I know what it's like for this to happen and its horrible. Take the time you need, just know we'll all be here for you.

thank you doli this means a lot to me

[full-pockets]

Every time an NPC gives me rupees from a quest-

[in1-nutshell]

Can we give TFP Airachnid an opposite personality son? We’ve played with opposite personality daughters a lot and a son would be real refreshing. Like I’m thinking of a similiar fluttershy personality for this little one, who just loves all kinds of organisms and animals and wanted to explore and observe every life on every planet possible. Who was also always scared scrapless and sad whenever he walked passed his mother’s hallway of trophies.

And just for cuteness, could he be adopted by Arcee later?

(It would also be sweet if he can have a frog theme, contrast to Airachnid’s spider theme (cause real life tarantulas sometimes keep tiny frogs around), and in this case it’ll be sweet if he is named Ranidae, cause that’s the scientific name for frogs just like how Airachnid is the scientific name for spiders)

I will be adding the name to the list!

Hope you enjoy!

Arachnid with a son with the opposite personality

SFW, Platonic, Angst, Familial, Cybertronian reader

TFP

Arachnid never thought about getting ‘attached’ to anyone before.

She lived by a code.

To live for herself, by any means necessary.

It worked for her so far, the spider wasn’t going to stop now.

Arachnid would never admit it to anyone… but she started getting a bit lonely after defecting the Decepticon’s and wondering around Cybertron’s ruins.

That when she met him.

Arachnid is walking to her newest hideout when she hears rustling. She is immediately on the offense. Arachnid: “Come out or watching me will be the last thing you’ll ever do.” An old crate’s lid opens and a small helm pokes out. Arachnid: “A… sparkling?” She holds the sparkling by his pede looking him over. The sparkling just looks at her with curiosity burning in his optics. Arachnid: “Hmm…small, light…” The sparkling smiles and tries to grab her faceplate but settles on one of her extra limbs. Arachnid: “No.” The sparkling drops the limb. Arachnid: “And obedient? Oh, you’ll be a great addition, Little one.”

Arachnid took in the sparkling a couple days before she would hijack a Decepticon ship and fly out of Cybertron’s orbit.

Having the sparkling on board gave her something to do.

She’d thank him later for being the reason she didn’t go crazy from being stuck in that spaceship for so long.

It wouldn’t take long before she started using the sparkling in her newest hobby.

Hunting endanger species.

The sparkling played the perfect part as the innocent bait.

He didn’t know what was going on at first.

All he knew was that he was helping his mother be happy, something he was willing to do.

His mother didn’t smile too much these days.

As much as he loved his mother, the bot who saved him as a sparkling, he hated her hobby.

They both had a fascination with organic life and curiosity on its works.

Too bad both their definitions of ‘study’ were different.

The smaller bot looks sadly at the newest trophy on his mother’s shelf. Arachnid kneels behind him and places a servo on his shoulder. Arachnid: “Another successful hunt thanks to you, Little one.” She stands up. Arachnid: “Maybe the next planet we go, you can pick which parts I get to keep.” Arachnind walks away. The sparkling lets a tear fall and goes back to his room.

Soon they arrived on a quiet planet called Earth.

It was time for the bot to assume his position, bait.

Maybe this time he could get some more clips of this planet before leaving.

The sparkling ran into the forest as soon as his mother gave him the signal.

The plan was just to go out far enough to get back to the ship if something big came after him.

But thanks to some cute organic creatures, the sparkling ended up going farther than expected.

Maybe staying with them a bit longer wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

The smaller bot happily follows the tiny creatures to a small body of water. He watches them go into the muddy water. Ranidae: “Don’t be afraid! I’m Ranidae, I won’t hurt you.” A one of the creatures hops onto his open servo and croaks. Ranidae: “Hmm… my scans tell me the indigenous life forms call you… a frog.” The frog croaks and blinks at him. Ranidae: “You would be a great alt mode. Powerful legs, small, and no one seems to bother you too much.” He places the frog down. Ranidae: “This won’t hurt a bit.” Ranidae scans the frog and transforms to a frog. He tests out some hops before transforming back. Ranidae scoops up the frog again. Ranidae: “Thank y—” The sounds of an explosion interrupted him. It was in the direction of the ship. Ranidae: “I-I have to go. Goodbye!”

The bot started running as fast as he could.

When he made it over the ridge all he could see was the charred remains of the ship… and a limb that belonged to his mother.

Ranidae fell to his knees at the sight, not really knowing what to do or feel.

He didn’t stay there too long though.

Ranidae hears steps behind him. They were small, but too heavy to be his little friend. He turns and sees a human. Ranidae jumps a bit at the sight. Jack also jumps seeing a smaller bot near the ex-ship. Ranidae: “H-hello there.” Jack: “Umm, hi?” Ranidae: “You spoke back! You aren’t mute like my other friend!” Arcee comes walking over the rigde. Arcee: “Jack, who are you talking to?” She sees the smaller bot and instinctively takes out her blasters. Ranidae immediately backs up to a nearby tree, shaking like its leaf’s. Jack: “Woah, woah! Arcee calm down. I don’t think he’s evil.” Arcee looks carefully at the bot before realizing how young the bot look. She put away her blasters and kneeled in front of the shaking bot. Arcee: “You got a name?” He nods a bit. Ranidae: “Ranidae… your Arcee, aren’t you?” Arcee: “Yeah?” The younger bot starts shaking even more. Arcee is unsure what to think of this. Arcee: “Hey, I’m not going to hurt you Ranidae.” The bot doesn’t stop shaking as quite little sniffles are heard. Jack slowly walks to the bot. Jack: “He’s like a little kid.” Arcee: “That’s because he is one, by Cybertronian standards.” Jack slowly places a hand on the bots pede. The smaller bot jumps a bit but relaxes seeing it was the human who touched him. Jack: “I’m Jack.” Ranidae: “…Jack?” Jack: “Yeah. Look, Arcee isn’t going to hurt you, none of us are.” The younger bot relaxes a bit but look warily at Arcee. Jack: “Do you have any parents?” Ranidae quickly glances at the limb. Ranidae: “Not anymore.” Arcee notices the lack of badge on the bot. Arcee: “what side are you on?” Ranidae looks at her confused. Ranidae: “I don’t have one.” Arcee looks around before sighing. Arcee: “Ratchet’s not going to like this… come one kid, you’re with us now.”

It was a big surprise to see Arcee and Jack to come back with another young bot hot on their heels.

Ranidae stayed glued to Jack’s side the entire time, even grabbing his smaller hand and putting it in his servo when he got nervous around the bigger bots.

Miko and Raf soon came over to greet the smaller bot.

Miko: “Dude! You’re smaller than Arcee!” Ranidae flinches away a bit at the loud sound. Jack: “Miko, inside voice. Ranidae this is Miko and Raf. Raf Miko, this is Ranidae.” Raf: “Like frog?” The young bot immediately perked up hearing the word. Ranidae: “I like frogs. Are there any frogs here?” Raf: “Not here but I have pictures.” Ranidae’s smile widens seeing the little photos. Miko: “You really like frogs, don’t you?” Ranidae nods before transforming into his alt mode. Everyone looks surprised. Miko: “You really like frogs.”

The kids and bots nearly had whiplash once Ratchet found out how old Ranidae was.

In human years, he was a bit younger than Raf.

Bumblebee is quietly celebrating not being the youngest on the team.

Ranidae decided to stay with the Autobots.

It wasn’t like he had anywhere, or anyone would miss him.

As far as he knew, his mother was offline.

Better to start a new life with someone who didn’t want to hunt for fun.

It does not take long for all the bots to grow a soft spot of the youngest member of the team.

Arcee, arguably has the biggest spot for him.

Sure, the small frog was extremely hesitant to be around her or the team, but it changed after Fowler was introduced to him.

Fowler looks at the small bot slightly hiding behind Arcee’s legs. Fowler: “And you are?” Ranidae is pushed up front a bit. Ranidae: “Ranidae…” Fowler: “And?” Ranidae: “And?” Fowler: “What do you do?” Arcee: “He doesn’t have a position yet.” Fowler: “What do you mean he doesn’t have a position yet? Sure, he’s small but he has to do something. What did he do back on your planet?” Bulkhead: “Fowler, Rani just a kid.” Fowler: “Isn’t Bumblebee your youngest?” Arcee starts getting a bit frustrated. Arcee: “Ranidae is younger than Bumblebee. In human years, he’s around Raf’s age.” Fowler: “… And his parents? Or is everyone taking care of him.” Arcee: “I am.” Bulkhead: “You are?” Ranidae: “You are!”

Arcee had said that out of frustration after seeing the smaller bot start shrinking in Fowler’s gaze.

But she doesn’t regret saying it.

From staying out of Arcee’s sight to practically clinging on her back.

This does not exclude alt mode, especially after Ranidae found out that he could stick to certain objects, including bots.

Does the smaller bot get on her nerves from time to time?

Yes, but give her a break.

She never thought she’d be a parent, especially at war.

Arcee is quite protective of her little frog, and it is no secret to the others.

Arcee finishes brigding out Bulkhead and Bumblebee. Arcee: “Rani, I need you to help me out here.” Jack: “Rani isn’t here.” Arcee: “What?” Raf coming into the room. Raf: “Has anyone seen Miko?” Arcee: “… Raf do you know anything about ‘everglades?” Raf: “It’s a huge ecosystem filled with all sorts of animals, reptiles and…” Arcee, Jack, and Raf: “Frogs!” Meanwhile… Ranidae carefully carrying Miko through the marsh. Ranidae: “Are you sure there’s frogs here?” Miko: “Sure, sure, but we have to keep up with Bulk and Bee.” Ranidae: “Okay!”

[gatorbites-imagines]

Can you please make more Remy LeBeau content? I love that little Cajun man so much! Please and Thank you!

Remy LeBeau x male reader

Headcanons

I’ve had this plot idea for a while, so im gonna try to shake it out my system. I know very little about Cajun culture, European here, so take it with a grain of salt. Sorry for the lack of posting, classes have already been beating me up and I literally just started.

You were your average Cajun kid when you met Remy, back when he still ran with the thief’s guild and before he was adopted by Jean-Luc.

You were a bit of a stereotype when it came to New Orleans Cajun kids. You liked to cause trouble, you liked to party, you liked to hunt frogs at night and spearfish Gar when there were no frogs. And damn did you like messing with the gators. All your messing around did make you lose your pinky on your right hand, but it didn’t stop you.

You were no mutant, but you might as well have been with all the stuff you got into. You always claimed it was just your Cajun roots that kept you immortal.

That was how you met Remy, through all your troublemaking. Youd just shoved one of your friends bullies into the swamp near your neighborhood, and immediately legged it, knowing his brothers would feed you to the gators if they got the chance.

That’s how you end up running right into Remy, sending you both skittering across the ground. Before he could say anything though, you just grad his wrist with your four fingered hand and drag him along, cackling as the bullies’ brothers try and catch you.

The two of you end up in a completely different neighborhood, hiding under somebodies porch as you try not to snicker as the older boys run right past, cursing up a storm about the “gator bait” getting away. And yes, that was what people called you in your neighborhood, because of your hand.

Remy had expected you to immediately fear him or become disgusted at the sight of his eyes. But instead, you just told him they were cool as fuck and you wished your eyes were like that.

After hiding for a while, the two of you split up to go about your lives. But you end up bumping into each other quite a lot, since you both just like to wander. That’s how you two end up becoming friends, even as hes part of the thieves guild.

You end up dragging him to your house too where he meets your mother. Your dad wasn’t around anymore, he drowned when you were a baby, but your mom said you had his fire and lack of self-preservation.

To Remys shock, your mom didn’t mind his eyes either, just accepting him in with a kind but tired smile. He later learns your mom works two or three jobs depending on the season to keep you guys fed, which is why you have so much time to run around.

You two keep growing up together, even if there at times is distance for different reasons. You keep causing trouble, but get better at hiding it, you become real good at figuring out the area, the waters, the people and animals, so on and so forth.

This helps you get your first job as a guide for tourists. You don’t really like it, but they tip you pretty well. You use that money to take Remy out for sno-balls, or rather, its you going in to get them, so you guys can eat them on your backyard porch.

You both gained a lot of scars over the years from the different lives you lived. Youd never asked Remy about the guild, and he never really asked too much about the different scars on your arms and legs he was sure came from a knife and not fishing wire.

It was also on that porch you guys shared your first kiss. It was clumsy, uncomfortable, your lips stained blue as his were green, from the thick sugary syrups used on the sno-balls. But it was still the best kiss either of you could have imagined.

You two never got to explore too deeply what your relationship meant. one week Remy was more distant than usual, before he suddenly showed up at your place, looking worse to wear, telling you he needed to get out of New Orleans.

You weren’t gonna question him, so you packed him into your truck and just started driving. The entire time he clung to your hand, looking at you so intensely, like hed never see you again. But you tried to keep the mood light, joking as usual and playing your favorite music.

The goodbye was one of the hardest things in your lives. You even told Remy you’d leave him with, ready to leave it all behind to stay by his side, wherever he would go. But Remy knew you had a life here, you had your mom, a good job, other friends, he couldn’t ask that of you.

So, in the end, Remy simply kissed you goodbye, and said he hoped you two would meet again. And disappeared into the night, like something out of a dream.

A couple of hours passed before you decided to drive back home. You smoked through an entire pack of cigarettes, so tempted to also empty the bottle of alcohol you hid under the seat in your truck. But you also knew you needed to return to your mom.

So with one final longing glance in the direction Remy disappeared, you turned back around and drove back home, New Orleans feeling less vibrant and lively than usual.

It would be years before you two meet again, and even then, it had been an accident.

You had left New Orleans behind after Remy left, your mom passed away,  and nothing really kept you there without either of them. It took a while before you finally settled down in New York. It wasn’t the same as where you grew up, but it was good enough for now. And if nothing worked, you could just go back to Louisiana and live in a small shed, where you’d spend your days catching fish.

What brought you together, was that your neighbors kid developed their mutation. Something they couldn’t hide, their eyes so different they couldn’t even use contacts as an excuse.

If their parents had been kind, hadn’t been so openly ex-mutant, you might not have done anything. But you’d heard rumors of Charles Xavier, and how his school helped Mutants like that.

So, you packed your neighbors kid into your truck, the same you’d driven Remy in, with what they needed to bring, and drove them there. Like the ride with Remy, you tried to keep the mood light, hoping to just keep it all from falling apart.

It took some time to get to the school, through whatever security they had, and to the front door. Part of you feared it was the wrong place, until the guy who’d spoken to you over the security comm stepped out. That visor made it pretty clear he wasn’t just your average joe.

Normally you’d have left it at that, leaving the kid with people who knew what they were talking about and doing. But they were too scared to be alone, and after some scowling from a guy that looked like a hairy homeless guy, you were allowed in.

Your thick accent seemed to gain some positive or funny reactions, that same hairy guy from before grumbling “another Cajun”. But you were mainly focused on getting the kid settled.

Of course, until you heard a familiar voice, laying his usual flirts on thick with somebody. Remy was still as handsome as when you last saw him, though a little older, but so were you. The kid was introduced to him, and the two already seemed to bond over their eyes being their main visual of their mutation.

“They reminded me of you, maybe that’s why I felt so protective” you just throw out there, hands in your pockets as you shrugged, your voice immediately catching Remy’s attention, who seemed as shocked to see you as you were him.

It was clear you two knew each other, and that emotional look in your eyes had the others shuffling off to keep showing the kid around, as you two were left alone.

You two go out back to sit on the porch of the mansion. It wasn’t the same as in New Orleans, but it still had your heart racing. It was awkward for a moment, you two sharing what you’d been up too since you last saw each other.

With you, Remy didn’t need to put on the plays like usual, he could just be Remy LeBeau and nobody else, and holding your hand with only four fingers in his own laid to rest some of the pain that had been present for years.

You two didn’t immediately start dating or anything. It was more returning to what was before, without all the stealing and trouble you two used to get into. At least, not to the same degree. But it built at a comfortable pace.

You became an honorary visitor of the mansion, since the kid you brought there still felt quite attached, but also for Remy. You were also able to worm your way into the hearts of the other x-men, some quicker than others, but you did it anyways.

Remy spent a lot of time at your place too, and he even helped you move when you moved just a bit closer to the x-men.

Neither of you could really tell when it went from deep pining to dating. One moment you guys just finally started kissing. The cuddling, sharing clothes and many other things that came with a relationship was something you already did, so the kissing was truly the last part missing.

You do end up having to learn better self-defense, being close to the x-men like that. But for Remy you’d do anything, even doing stretches that have your legs screaming since you aren’t used to bend like that.

[maythearo]

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Messy (but progressively getting better) design notes:

Epel was one of those designs that just clicked instantly with me, I had a vision of the basics I wanted all sorted in my head even before I gathered most reference pics. I don't expect this to happen again to a majority of the remaining cast though 😫

Watching those doll restoration/repainting videos while drawing helped me set the general mood I wanted for him, even though the final result doesn't show much of this inspiration, at least in my opinion... I love the makeup and face painting details these artists put on the dolls, but I was afraid too much of that would make his design too heavy-looking combined with the rest of the outfit. If I ever decide to design alternative outfits for this series, I'll try to show off more of this lost aspect there

For the character in itself now, I imagine him in this AU to be more free to do and act however he wants compared to his og universe counterpart. Still being supervised by Vil, but not in the same level as before. Probably the reason why he got all those scratches and cracks on his body, I like to think he's having a little more fun with being a gremlin and running around all he wants lol. And due to that, his skin care routine baisically consists in Elmer's glue, to stick any broken porcelain shards together. Vil is not exactly content about that, but he lets most of it slide at this point 👍

Epel's totally the type of kid who goes around the gardens to casually collect bugs like he's in animal crossing. Like this video I found on reels, which I don't reccomend watching if you have a phobia of spiders/insects/bugs/snakes/frogs/etc cause, you know. But anyway I think MH Epel holds this exact energy and it's- kinda terrifying! In a good way though. come on let this kid be a kid for once. I also think this more playful part of him fits well with the fact that he's a little doll. OH and the fact that og Epel grew up around the elderly back in his hometown kinda makes sense in this universe too, like, he's the type of doll some grandparents would keep in their old house as a family relic or something. Could very much be the beggining of a horror story.

[spnfanficpond]

July 2024 Angel Fish Awards

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Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel

A Stairway to Nowhere by all_the_kings_ham (AO3)

Everyone knows there is a lack of some good Ducifer fics out there, due to it being a rarepair. This one is still one of my faves and I love the humanity and trauma shown in some scenes. It's truly worth a read.

Apple Pie and the Apocalypse by @ladyknightskye

I'm still reading it but I've read quite a few new chapters and I'm absolutely loving it. There are some hilarious scenes and some more serious ones (sometimes they're together...) and I really can't wait to see how it ends

Like an Open Book by @butiaintgonnaloveem

I am trying to get into x Reader fics and there truly is a lack of Ketch oh my G-d. Anyway. Although here the reader is... Way too dominant to be me lol... I love Ketch showing his softer side and reader helping him to relax. I shall leave nsfw thoughts untold 😫

Nominated by @annahmiraculousmillenium

Let's pretend I'm dead by evitably (AO3)

I love possession fic.

Nominated by @charliethealpaccaso

Woof by morrezela (AO3)

I tend to hunt down all sorts of transformation based fics of all kinds if it peaks my interest and this one caught my interest at the start. I want to make sure more people check out the tag or get some ideas. For this fic what if jensen got turned into a dalmatian. How is he going to deal with his new form and does he ever get back to his human self that is up to you to figure out

Like The Fairy Tales by Icefire149 (AO3)

As the one trying to seek out some great animal transformation fics we got this one where sam is turned into a frog. I thought this was a cute fic and worth a read if you like to check it out.

Regarding Sam by AllHallowsEve (AO3)

For me Regarding Dean was a great spn ep and when I found this I wanted to see what would happen for Sam. The story for the ep plays the same with some added bits more leaning on the Sam side of it all along with his relationship with Dean.

Home For a Stray by 3oclockrock (AO3)

This one was a hard read for me with the topics but it did peak my interest a bit in its concepts. If your interested in a strange read with more mature topics dealing with struggle and recovery check out this fic.

Faithful Companion by brokenlittleboy (AO3)

I'm still hunting down as much transformation fics that peak my interest and this was one I thought was a great read. Sam's powers go out of control causing him to change into a dog and Dean take a bit of an advantage on him giving him a pink collar.

Nominated by @glygriffe

Did You Hear? by cacholady (AO3)

This is a sweet outsider (mostly school related) POV on Dean. He might not be a dad, but he sure has a way with children! And I love that Bobby John Campbell was a part of this story.

Nominated by harrypotterfanatic1 (AO3)

amoralism by @artyandink

I'm nominating this because it's just caught my eye. It's an AU, based in the world of the FBI and the smut is just AAHH and the sexual tension and all of it is so damn GOOD! There's also a plot around a crime syndicate which includes as many major characters as possible and it's overall a read which I would recommend everyone to check out and leave their feedback on as there's so much to go. Aah, can't stop talking about it! It's the characterization as well, all the characters leap off the page and are so accurate. Definitely felt I should nominate this.

Nominated by @leatafandom

Wingman by cas---2y5 (AO3)

I love Sam's fascination with wings and Gabe helping him organize the bunker. I love how their relationship changes and the how Sam just can't help himself. Plus it's also just so steamy.

we sons of hell and heaven by @gay-destiel

This was such a great read! I love the word usage and descriptions so much! It was so enthralling and the relationships were amazing to watch bloom.

Nominated by @masoena

Living in a Haze by @girlsvmonsters

The story has well thought out plot, smoking hot smut, lots of Dean whump and a red thread of humor that compliments the trauma, angst and comfort perfectly. It is also polyamorous and A/B/O.

Nominated by @rainythursdaynight

Crashing In by @followyourenergy

I'm an angst girl through and through, but sometimes I just really need some fluff and comfort. That's what this fic is, hot chocolate on a (not 2024) cold winter's day, snowed in with a good book. Single parent Cas and kid Jack fics are always so lovely, as are the fics where Dean comes in when Cas needs it most. Even if in this fic it's a literal crash into them, it's fluffy and sweet and heart warming and cozy and everything you could ever want out of a read.

And This, Your Living Kiss by @asecretvice

I'm a sucker for well written stories about well written in-story works. Poet/Writer Dean has some beautiful works sprinkled throughout this fic that the author does so much justice to, his story is heart wrenching in the leave-your-chest-aching-despite-knowing-the-outcome-is-okay-kind-of-way, and I love me a fic about hidden identities. The tension, the prose, the energy: this fic is beautiful, if I only could describe it in one word it'd be that: Beautiful.

Heroes for Ghosts by @pantheonofdiscord

I think I haven't felt such deep yearning as I have felt conveyed through this fic. It reads so tense, like you're waiting for a small crack to let out some of the building up pressure and anxiety but still waiting, and waiting, and aching the way Cas does. And then when that pressure is finally relieved, god is it worth it. The waiting was worth it in the end. This fic is also a masterclass in writing interactions that aren't direct, none of TFW can speak to each other or see each other, but they still move and talk like they can, even if its out of desperation. It acknowledges the empty spaces in each of their lives during the fic, and reminds you in equal parts that they are connected even if the thread is invisible.

The Benjamin Franklin Key-and-Kite Experiment by @deanology101

I'm a sucker for not only time travel, but pre-season 4 deancas meetups. This one hit all the marks. It was tense with mystery, with energy, with passion and secrecy. It left the reader and the characters in equal levels of dark as to why things were happening in the way they were. And it kept characters alive that the show couldn't bother to, and gave the Winchesters some meaningful friendships to boot. This setting IS if Faith Healer had an extended cut, rainy and dreary and electric, but with occasional bouts of light peeking through the clouds. And Dean's Journal Entries? His little doodles? His analogies? Dean's voice was PHENOMENAL in this fic, I highly recommend it to any Dean fans, period.

The Sinking Ship by @crack--attack

I'll offer the note that I wrote down when I bookmarked this fic the first time. "Like bearing a part of my soul open and shining sunlight on it. I ache, but there are new flowers here. There are new flowers and a gentle breeze." This is a story about sacrifice, and love so intense it shakes the planes of the world. It's about story telling and eternity and history inundated by loss and a ticking clock and forgiveness and moving on and love. It's everything I could ever want in a piece of literature. Please, if you have even the slightest interest in Deancas, give this story a read. I read this not even acknowledging some of the ships in this fic but found myself pleasantly surprised by them. Even if you don't like or are impartial to deancas, or sam/rowena/gabe, or claire/maggie, please please PLEASE give this fic a shot. I'm so so glad I did.

The Neighboring Perspective by aileenrose (AO3)

A story about loss, grief, and healing. About loving unconventionally but loving fiercely and fully. About opening old closets and airing them out with hope. It's a shorty so I won't write much, just that if you're interested in moving on from loss, in finding new family, in learning how to love again, give this fic a shot. Plus baby!Ben Braedon is adorable throughout!

Out of the Deep by @riseofthefallenone

This is a behemoth of a fic, and popular if the hits are anything to go by. However, if you haven't read this yet and you're into heavy Mermaid lore, I highly recommend giving it a try! It's heavy at times. Cas is caged and sometimes no matter what they try to do, things don't work out for the protagonists. But they try again, and again, and again and the payoff is very much worth it in the end. Plus there's a whole lot of cathartic payback and BAMF Cas, Dean, Sam, and Jess that makes the high action points of this story edge-of-your-seat fun! And the calmer points much more magical, mystical, and hopeful. I loved it for its found family, for it's incredible lore, and it's fierceness. And when I have the time, I know I'll go back in for a second read.

Nominated by @samanddean76

My Brother's Keeper, My Father's Prisoner by @xpurdyglambertx

An Omegaverse story that starts dark with Dean being trapped by his duties and obligations. It follows him as he struggles to break away from those that are more intent on hurting him, than helping him to grow. With help, he does escape. And he goes on to find a relationship with an OC that you will love and adore. They grow together, while Dean works through all of the pain and trauma that was inflicted upon him by the one that should have protected him. It concludes with happy endings all around, and the possibility of hope for the rest of his days.

Nominated by @sardonic-the-writer

B-Clean by EliDeetz (AO3)

i'm nominating this story mostly because the descriptive nature had me hooked, as did the accurate characterization of gabriel, and the relationship between him and the reader was really enjoyable without feeling forced

Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

The Cherry Pie Club by zation (AO3)

>.< It’s so hard to explain. It’s a great story with angst, fluff, a bit of violence that is an after the fact type description so not too bad imo, and a hopeless romantic story. Zation does it again, ok? They’re an amazing writer and destiel is just *chef’s kiss* for them. I have yet to read a story of theirs that I haven’t enjoyed. I swear! Did I mention a bunch of well written kinky smut that also shows the developing relationship between the main characters and Dean coming to happy terms (with loving support) with his sexuality too. I highly recommend reading!

Stars in Your Eyes by Cigarettes_and_Valentines (AO3)

It is so, so good! It’s perfect. It’s perfect and I love it. Relaxed, Endverse-like Castiel is an amazing Alpha for Omega Dean Winchester, a career-focused man that loves his job. ❤️💙💚

Stars Above, Earth Below by @hellhoundsprey

It’s a love story that is technically a slow burn. It’s so sweet and well done. I love how the author gets Jensen and Jared finally together. It has a lot of A/O vibes imo, which might be why I love it so much. The secrets that come out and how it ends up actually helping in the long run, shows just how dedicated they are to each other. There is some angst but a good amount of smut that is actually necessary for the story. Pay attention to the details or you’ll miss it. 😊

For Appearances Only by @lotus820

It’s an amazing amalgam of urban fantasy, billionaire romance, one-sided enemy to lovers with a decent slow burn, and then everything gets fun, sexy, and dangerous. The love that Castiel has for Dean just keeps showing and showing so easily. Dean can’t help but falling for the being that is Castiel. I love this! This is a new comfort fic. It is amazing. You gotta read it. The title is half the story. 😊

Nominated by @thoughtslikeaminefield

The Fear That Remains by @stusbunker

This fic is nearly 4yrs old, and I've read it multiple times because the characterization is perfect (as Stu is wont to do) and it feels like I'm in the room, whether as a spectator or as the female reader. It's sumptuous and heartfelt, sexy and so, so Dean.

(Divider by @glygriffe)

THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

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[kingstarkingslay]

A BIRTHDAY TO REMEMBER

Sirius awoke to sunlight streaming through the curtains, illuminating the room in warm hues. He stretched lazily, a smile creeping onto his face as he turned to see Remus nestled in his arms, a peaceful expression on his face, the locket Sirius had gifted him for their one year anniversary when they were dating glinting in the sunlight peaking through the curtains. He smiled. Remus hadn’t taken it off ever since Sirius helped him put it on. Today was Sirius’ birthday, and he couldn’t wait to see what Remus had planned.

“Morning, baby,” Sirius said into his ears, his voice still heavy with sleep.

Remus stirred, a sleepy smile blooming. “Happy birthday, love.” He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Sirius’s lips. “I hope you’re ready for a day full of surprises,” he said as Sirius chased after his lips for more kisses.

“Surprises, you say?” Sirius raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “What kind of surprises?” What kind of surprises indeed.

“Oh, just a few little things,” Remus replied yawning , his eyes twinkling mischievously. “But first, breakfast.” He twisted himself out of Sirius’ arms as Sirius tried to hold onto him more tightly,hopped out of bed and began bustling about the small kitchen, rummaging through cabinets and clattering pots.

Sirius got up and watched, his heart swelling with affection. Remus had a way of turning the simplest moments into something magical. “You know, I could get used to being spoiled like this,” he teased, leaning against the doorframe, stretching an arm above his head, causing his shirt to rise.

Remus turned, a smirk on his face. “Just wait until you see what I have planned. But you’ll have to do a little scavenger hunt first.”

“Scavenger hunt? You’re really pulling out all the stops this year, aren’t you? ” Sirius chuckled, already intrigued. Remus turned and handed him a small envelope, gave him a small peck on the lips, then went back to bustling around the kitchen.

“Read it.”

Sirius opened the note, his eyes scanning the first clue: “Where we first met, beneath the moonlight’s glow, find your next surprise where the wildflowers grow.”

“Ah, the lake!” Sirius exclaimed, setting off with a grin.

“ Wait what about breakfast?!” , Remus called after him, laughing.

“ No time ! “, yelled back Sirius.

At the lake, the breeze tousled his hair as he searched. Under a blossoming tree, he found a picnic basket filled with all his favorites: pumpkin pasties, chocolate frogs, and a bottle of Butterbeer. He laughed, settling down to enjoy it.

“Not too shabby, huh?” Remus said, appearing behind Sirius, wrapping his arms around his neck with a knowing smile. “But there’s more. On to the next clue!”

Sirius followed Remus through the woods, stopping occasionally to admire the scenery( the scenery being Remus ) and bumping shoulders with him to steal a kiss. Their laughter echoed as they navigated through the clues, each leading them to a new little treasure: a handwritten letter from Remus, a small photo album filled with memories, and finally, the last clue.

“Where our hearts belong, beneath the stars so bright,” Remus read aloud, his gaze fixed on Sirius.

“Back to the house, then?” Sirius asked, kissing his forehead , a gleam in his eyes.

“Exactly,” Remus said giggling, a hint of excitement in his voice.

Once back, Remus led Sirius hand in hand to their cozy living room, adorned with fairy lights and photos of them together. In the center sat a beautifully decorated cake, and the air was filled with the scent of vanilla.

“Make a wish!” Remus urged throwing his hands around Sirius’ neck, his own eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Sirius closed his eyes, wishing for nothing more than this moment to last forever. He wished for his surprise for Remus to work. He blew out the candles, and Remus clapped enthusiastically.

“Now, for the final surprise!” Remus announced after cutting the cake , pulling out a small, wrapped gift.

Sirius tore into it, revealing a beautiful leather-bound journal. “Oh, Remus, this is perfect!”

“I thought you could fill it with all our adventures,” Remus said quietly, his cheeks slightly flushed.

Sirius beamed. “I love it. Thank you, Moony.” He wrapped his arms around Remus, pulling him close and kissing him for a long time.

The day faded into evening, and after a cozy dinner filled with laughter, Sirius felt a flutter of nerves. He had his own surprise planned, but he wanted it to be perfect. He fished the small box from his pocket and hid it in his palms,heart racing. It was time to put on a show.

“Remus?” Sirius started, his voice a little shaky. This had to go right. “I have something to show you.”

“What is it?” Remus asked, his curiosity piqued.

Sirius got down on one knee, the box open in his hand. “I—”

As Sirius reached for the ring, he put his plan into motion. He had been waiting two years for this moment.

“Wait, where’s the ring?” Sirius fumbled, trying his best not to laugh , looking around as if it might magically appear. “I swear I just had it!”

Remus’s expression shifted from shock to confusion. “Sirius, what are you doing?”

“I think I’ve lost it,” he said dramatically, scratching his head. “How could I misplace something so important? What kind of a fiancée misplaces the engagement ring?”

“Sirius!” Remus exclaimed, half-laughing, half-worried and yet so close to tears cause he can’t believe it’s finally happening.“Are you serious?”

With a playful sigh and a big smile, Sirius stood up. “Okay. Fiiiineeeee. I’ll come clean. I’ve had this ring for two years.”

“What do you mean?” Remus looked bewildered.

Sirius stepped closer, and knelt in front of him, carefully taking the locket from around Remus’s neck, the one he had given him on their first anniversary. “You’ve never taken this off, have you? ,” he said softly, looking into Remus’ eyes. “I knew you’d always keep it close.”

He opened up the locket, revealing the glimmering engagement ring nestled inside.

“Soooooo……technically, we’ve been engaged for two years now.”

Remus’s eyes widened in shock, tears welling up. “You—what? SIRIUS! It’s been there for two years?!? Oh my god, what? I love you so much. How on earth were you able to keep this from me for TWO years?!” He wrapped his arms around Sirius, sobbing into his shoulder.

Sirius couldn’t help but grin through his own tears. He kissed Remus on his neck and hugged him back tightly. “But you can’t say no, because it’s my birthday!”

“Are you joking?” Remus’s voice was thick with emotion, disbelief coloring his words.

“No, Moony, I’m dead serious. I love you, and I want to spend my life with you. Will you officially marry me?”

Remus blinked, tears streaming down his cheeks as he moved to look at Sirius, his palms holding Sirius’ face delicately. “Yes! Of course, yes!” He threw his arms around Sirius again, laughter and sobs mingling together.

As they held each other tightly, the world around them faded, leaving just the two of them, their hearts intertwined under the stars.

“Happy birthday, Sirius,” Remus whispered, and Sirius felt like the luckiest man alive.

“Best birthday ever,” Sirius replied, their foreheads touching, smiles lighting up their faces.

[handeaux]

Though Rare, Cincinnati Has Occasionally Reported Vampires Of One Type Or Another

Over our long history, Cincinnati has endured sea monsters, humanoid frogs, body-snatching ghouls and ghosts of every description. But very rarely vampires.

And yet, Cincinnati has not entirely escaped the undead. In 1867, the Cincinnati Enquirer related the ordeal of an unnamed young man who engaged a room “at one of our most respectable boarding houses.” Although the room appeared entirely satisfactory, the young man found himself growing weaker and more exhausted by the day.

“For some time he could not imagine the cause of the lassitude he felt every morning, but about a week ago he discovered a small puncture on his arm, from which it was evident that blood had been drawn, and every morning thereafter he found a new puncture upon some fleshy portion of his body. He was mystified as how these punctures were made, and what made them.”

The young man resolved to remain awake and vigilant to catch the blood-sucking entity in action but, in his weakened condition, he was unable to remain alert and inevitably fell into a troubled slumber, only to drift into consciousness the next morning with a fresh puncture and an increased level of fatigue. He enlisted a companion to sit up in his room in hopes of trapping the perpetrator, but his friend also surrendered to sleep. In the morning, both young men had fresh puncture wounds and the volunteer vehemently declined to spend another night in that room.

By this time, the young man’s appearance so distressed his friends that they implored him to take rooms in another establishment but he was so fixated on solving the mystery that he ignored their pleas and continued to weaken as every stratagem failed to produce any useful information. At last, on a night when he lay abed with a lamp burning brightly, the young man was roused by a stinging sensation on his arm. He immediately grabbed at that spot, but found nothing there and could see nothing in the room.

“The old superstition of vampires at once became fixed upon his mind, and he resolved to leave the house, which he did the next morning, repairing to another part of the city. Strange to say, since his change of quarters he has not been again visited by the midnight blood-sucker, and is fast regaining his health.”

According to the Enquirer, since the young man’s story became known, previous tenants of that same room had come forward with similar reports of nocturnal blood loss that they had suppressed out of embarrassment or fear. Despite this collection of anecdotes from respectable citizens, the newspaper declined to attribute these activities to ancient folklore:

“We have no faith whatever in the superstition regarding vampires, and are inclined to think that the blood-loving visitant was more of a material than a supernatural creature.”

Nonetheless, somebody in Cincinnati apparently believed in vampires in one form or another. Perhaps the most unusual classified advertisement in the city’s history appeared in the Enquirer on 23 December 1896. The personal item reads, in its entirety:

“Vampire – State price and where to be seen.”

Just a few days before that bizarre little squib appeared in the classified section, the Enquirer reported that famers in Northern Kentucky were organizing posses to track down the vampire that was killing their animals by draining their blood. Although the newspaper and the farmers called the perpetrator a vampire, most thought it was a lynx or a ferret. Whatever it was, it frightened its canine pursuers. According to the Enquirer [21 December 1896]:

“So far all efforts to track the strange animal down have proved futile. For several days farmers have been out hunting for it with guns and dogs. Its track was discovered in several places, and the dogs given the scent, but they invariably return with their tails between their legs and a frightened expression on their faces.”

The Cincinnati Gazette [9 September 1878] reported on a peculiar circumstance out in one of the rural areas outside the Queen City. It seems that a woman had just buried her third husband. All three of her spouses noticeably wasted away before they died and there was talk in the nearby hamlet that the widow must have employed some concoction to hasten their journey into eternity. The Gazette would have none of that.

“They who have observed much of the married life of their neighbors, with a philosophic spirit, will agree that the mere circumstance that three husbands dwindled away in succession should not be received as evidence that the wife administered any medicines to effect this defect; for this would be to undervalue the womanly accomplishments. There are not a few women, who, when single exercise the little amount of fascination which is required to take captive a man, but who, after the bridal glamour in worn off, have a vampire influence, under which their husbands shrivel up and go out in a lingering way which is called a mysterious dispensation of Providence.”

In other words, many women are natural-born vampires and the fact that their husbands wither away is a sign of divine mercy.

“Such a wife is a very vampire to the man. She needs no aid from drugs to take him off. Indeed, so various are these fascinations of wives under which men droop and drop out, that the successive departures of husbands of one woman, instead of being cause to suspect the use of artificial means, testify rather to the potency of her natural gifts.”

On 22 March 1879, the Enquirer published a long and rambling tale supposedly handed down from one William Wilson, postmaster of Yellow Springs, Ohio. Postmaster Wilson allegedly encountered a vampire some twenty years previously while passing through a village named Old Town on the road home from Xenia. Wilson described this vampire as prodigiously hairy and covered in patches of dried blood, while exhibiting super-human feats of strength, speed and agility. Despite these uncanny attributes, the Yellow Springs vampire comes across as more tendentiously moralistic than horrifying.

Also less horrifying than mysterious is the apparently very talented baseball team of nearby Falmouth, Kentucky. From at least 1878 to 1884 this team, who demolished all comers, was known as the Falmouth Vampires.

[girlboss-malewife-gauntlet-melee]

PROPAGANDA

barbie/ken

shes an aroace coded lesbian coded girlboss. feminism done right in the year of our kermit 2023 (leaving the theaters cryinf). he’s just ken. (pollrunners note: do not fucking speak that frogs name. /silly - 👾)

katniss/peeta

She's got bow and arrows and he convinced so many people that his only personality trait was loving her. They've got more but i don't want to type a whole essay.

She's the MockingJay, the symbol and a leader of the revolution and he's her malewife who's being tortured and completely broken in order to cause her pain. -he's basically a Manic Pixie Dream Girl to her, and sees she's the world as a a more beautiful place with him and without him, it feels darker and lonelier than ever. -She does the hunting and gathering, he bakes and decorates cakes and paints -She's more resourceful and a quick planner/thinker while he's clever at spinning words in order to elicit desired reactions from others

They're the ultimate girlboss/malewife couple. Katniss is a badass archer and the girlboss symbol of rebellion, while Peeta is her malewife baker damsel in distress.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Heres some quick ideas for Bleeding Hearts and Missing parts au that i had!

-When Reader isn't ghost stalking the X-teens or haunting the Brotherhood, they hang with the adults. They run into the lab when Hank is overworking to cause all the screens to break and get him to eat lunch, play chess with Charles where he actually has to plan his moves since Reader only moves their pieces when he isn't looking so he doesn't actually see them, stuff like that.

-That strange 'dead' zone that Reader actually made is still there but no one knows what to do about it. Like the deadzone, Reader can cancel mutations, bringing extreme pain if someone tries to use it anyway, but it kinda turns on at random. (Resulting in Peter face planting at 70mph)

-There were other kids in the facility with Reader. They didn't last very long.

-Reader can transport through TVs like the lady from the Ring.

- Reader does have their own room in the mansion! But no one ever actually sees them in there. Even if they check in the middle of the night, they aren't there. They know they go in there because all their stuff is in there, and they sometimes hear crying or scratching coming from there, but if they go check, it's empty.

- Lance is actually 100% convinced after a bit that Kitty and Reader are actually twins, and wonders how to get Reader's blessing.

- Reader likes to mess wirh the Brotherhood a lot but actually only genuinely dislikes Fred and Mystique. Fred was the one who got a deer head in his backpack, but that was small potatoes to what they did to Duncan. Todd and Wanda are their favorites since they mind their business.

- Reader knows Sabretooth and vibes with him sometimes. They smell like Logan, so he knows they're one of his brother's brats, even if he doesn't know their name. They are both weird people who hunt for something together in complete silence before agreeing to do it again in two months.

- Reader does not have a uniform and was never officially cleared for missions. They just pop up when needed in an oversized Ultraman t-shirt and pj pants.

- Smaller x-teens like Kurt and Laura are regularly picked up by Reader. They get no say in this.

- Similar to their room, no one sees Reader eat any more. They did before the facility, and they sat down with everyone with a plate of food, but it's always empty without anyone seeing them eat.

I love those headcanons! I'm not sure I can add to them right now, but I love them!

Reader usually vibes with everyone, unless they're being a jerk. The moment someone acts like a jerk, they're doomed. They end up with a deer head stuffed in their bag, or frogs in their desk, or bright neon hair, or have their house and room haunted until they make amends or they're considered fully punished.

Reader cuddles with the other teens at night, so they aren't alone, and so they feel safer. Logan will also join them, or the Professor will, since Reader feels safer with them if no one else can spend the night with them around.

Reader's dead zone is an anomaly that scares the cr*p out if the Brotherhood and the Acolytes, and they're convinced it's cursed. Wanda loves it, everyone else hates it. Sabretooth amd Reader vibe every two months by hunting some large animal, share its guts and meat, then merrily go on their way back to whatever they do when not hunting prey. Reader gifts Todd a little frog, he names it Mini Todd. Fred works to appease the ghost, Lance sets up salt circles, vanilla candles, and little crystal spheres and silver mirrors, and Pietro simply uses a vacuum cleaner to go Ghostbuster on it. Reader is highly amused... until the candles nearly burn down the house after the vacuum cleaner also caught fire, so Reader had to stop the fire and basically crush it out of existence. So now everyone in the Brotherhood is certain there's a ghost, and Lance claims it's Reader (who he thinks is Kitty's long-lost twin, who he needs to win over so he can be with their sister and NOT be chucked in a tub full of acid or have his hair dyed violet...)

The Brotherhood try to collect Reader peacefully, and tell the X-Men for once they want to help and be respectful of a poor, fellow mutant... then Reader pops up, and they scream loud enough to scare off a murder of crows and shatter glass. So now they're convinced the X-Men are haunted, too...

So... what do they do?

Decide to save them!

(Someone call Pietro and Wanda's dad, quick! He's old, so he might know what to do-!)

(Hahaha, @sugar-soda ... you have opened another arc to the story... laugh and rejoice if you want, for it shall be funny! Mwahaha~!)

[stedes-tarty-pink-robe]

One of the things I love about this latest episode is how crucial all the housemates were in Guillermo's survival (except the Guide, who is technically not a housemate and helped cause the murder shenanigans in the first place). If even one of them stayed out of things, Guillermo would be dead.

Proud Nadja begged the Baron for mercy and physically got in his way during the hunt. It was her plan that SUCCESSFULLY lured out both Guillermo and the Baron and restrained them. To know them that well as people, she must have paid more attention to them than she likes to let on.

Nandor appealed to the Baron's humane side and successfully facilitated a diplomatic resolution by having the Baron and Guillermo talk it out while unable to hurt each other. Impressive for a guy who was dumb enough to think a Guillermo frog is the result of a bird having sex with a mouse.

Then there's Colin's impersonation skills and love of the cattle prod, without which Nandor and Nadja's plans would not work. He doesn't have skin in the game since he isn't that close Guillermo and won't potentially die if the Baron does, and yet he helps save his housemates anyway.

And Laszlo. Practically comatose for weeks, yet he comes out of it long enough to direct the Baron to the shed and to expose the fake Guillermo. It's debatable whether he intentionally mislead the Baron into killing the hybrid Lazslo hated and spare the real Guillermo, or if he really was too distracted to keep up with what happened and thoughtlessly revealed what he thought was Guillermo's location. Either way, the Baron killing the fake Guillermo was instrumental to him figuring out that he really wouldn't get much satisfaction out of killing Guillermo. He'd only cause pain to a family much like his own with the Sire and hellhound.

This season keeps showing us how much the vampires are a family, and it's refreshing to see them work together after all their selfish pursuits last season. They're starting to recognize the value in each other. Their need for each other. Their inability to hide that need. They work best together and are at their most miserable when they keep the walls up (see everything with the Guide this season and Nandor and Guillermo's mutual loneliness).

Sure would be a shame if something happened in the last two episodes to mess up the growing solidarity. 😏

[felixcloud6288]

Dungeon Meshi Chapter 21

I'm going to guess the title image is Chilchuck's workshop at his house.

And there are some dolls under the table.

After finally dealing with the undine, the party makes their way to the fifth floor and now have to deal with a winding staircase full of tentacles.

Either the orcs had to just power through all the tentacles or they have thick skins and/or thick clothing to deal with the tentacle stings.

I'm more interested in how they got through the water in the fourth floor. They managed to build a small settlement so they likely had brought tools and supplies with them when they fled their village. Either someone in the orc tribe can cast waterwalk, they brought a boat or the materials to make one, or they just had to swim.

I guess tentacles are actually more like anemones than jellyfish. They're interacting with the trap crevices as if it were a coral reef.

That bit about how they can grow on mimics reminds me of the boxer crab which places small anemones on its claws so it can use their stinging tentacles to hunt prey. Maybe some mimics do something similar.

Marcille has a new hair-do.

I don't think there's anything bad about Laios's idea. We've domesticated tons of plants to be harmless and decorative. Most of the plants we grow for food are the results of centuries of selective breeding.

Kensuke is trembling in every shot he's in. It's probably because of all the tentacles in the area, but I am worried if he feels the sting from the tentacles when Laios cuts them.

Those giant frogs are kinda smart. They observed how the party fought and focused on disabling them before attacking. The frog that grabbed Kensuke likely observed that Laios was using him to cut the tentacles.

Although they're not too smart because they didn't realize that Marcille's staff and Senshi's axe might be similarly dangerous until after they'd managed to kill another frog with them.

Ambrosia is the food of the gods in Greek mythology. It's subtle, but Marcille is a bit of a foodie which is probably a big reason why she's been so frustrated about eating monsters. Makes sense that she'd name her staff after a mythical food item.

That ended up being a really close call for Chilchuck. The party is already trying to rescue one party member from the belly of a beast. They don't need to have a second party member in that scenario.

Chilchuck nearly suffocated inside the frog.

The frog hides have the damage caused to them. Marcille blew one of their heads off, while Senshi sliced one of their heads open.

It took me a second to realize that Senshi was doing something else entirely. I was still thinking they were all making frog suits.

The page of Laios and Chilchuck making suits and the page of Senshi making gnocchi are side-by-side in book format. It adds a little to the whole "They're both making weird things at the same time" feel that Marcille had.

Senshi took off his wrist covering when kneading the dough but put it back on after. Guess he doesn't want to get fur in it. If he's that concerned, he should probably wear a beard-net when cooking.

Love how Chilchuck's outfit is just a sack with legs. They only killed three frogs so they had to sow something up out of whatever parts weren't used.

Also, Laios's outfit is made from the frog that Senshi killed, Senshi's is made from the one Marcille killed, and Marcille's is made from the one Chilchuck killed.

Chilchuck's being real careful with his steps since he's just a little sack with legs. The party had to tie his backpack to him since he doesn't have use of his arms.

The frog suits managed to protect the party from the tentacle stings, but now they're coated in frog blood because Laios wasn't able to tan their hides properly. I would assume a properly tanned frog skin wouldn't be good at protecting them against against tentacles because what probably keeps the frogs safe is a mucus layer over their skin, kinda like what clownfish use to keep safe from anemones. If the skins were properly dried, then the mucus layer would dry out too.

I don't think Marcille has anything to worry about. Falin would probably adore seeing her in a frog suit.

SENSHI FLASH!!

back

[sasukesgucciflops]

Here I am back on my John Marston BS.

I pointed this out before ab how ppl loved calling John “watered down” but I’m also seeing people forget that he was also put on a very high fucking pedestal and had no idea how to handle it. In other words; he was the gifted kid who got burnt out after everyone expected everything from him. John never expected to be seen as such. He actually preferred to not be held to such a degree. I’m sick and tired of people feeding into the “John’s a golden boy” “John’s a piece of shit” narrative. Clearly these people have only seen RDR2 and have no clue about everything in RDR1 and yes I’m giving an attitude so y’all better catch it.

Here’s my John Marston character analysis and this is only about one aspect of him. (Wait until you see every other aspect bc I’ve literally dissected this man like a frog oops)

He never fucking asked for it. In fact, he didn’t expect jack shit from anybody. If anything, people used him. People used him up. You see it plainly in rdr1, he’s being used to hunt down his old partners. To find his old partners he’s gotta ask the sheriff, what does the sheriff do? He uses him to handle some lowlife gangs around the county. The sheriff ACCIDENTALLY—not even voluntarily—reveals someone that ends up somewhat helping him out. West Dickens—and what does he do? Uses him. Seth? Uses him. Travels over to another country, what do they do? USE HIM!

Okay, so rdr2—if you couldn’t get the picture already—John was one of Dutch’s MAIN PAWNS. That man raised John to USE HIM. John was young and had lots of energy and he was gullible enough to let Dutch do whatever with his naivety. The most fucked up thing about all of it, not only about how (almost) everyone saw him as a pawn, not as a genuine friend, saw him only for his uses;

John didn’t care. He knew he was being used but he didn’t care. Yes it bothers him and again he’s fully aware he’s being ran around in circles by all these people; it doesn’t matter. He sees himself as someone who is replaceable. He’s expendable. It’s whatever. He was always made to think this and perhaps he knew that it was his fate to be all used up and thrown out like it was nothing. And that’s what ended up happening.

No, he wasn’t a perfect father. He SHOULDVE done much much better about that. Just for that I let anti’s breathe a little because in Jack’s younger years, hell no John wasn’t a good father! John was in denial, busy trying to live up to his dreams of being someone he isn’t. On that note, John slowly realized that Abigail and Jack were probably the only ones that didn’t see him as a pawn; they just wanted him to be present and that causes him to do a 180. To him, it was worth dying for them. Maybe he felt as if he owed them a debt that could never be repayed—it’s almost like he expresses this to Jack a dozen different times. “I’m sorry, Son. I’m not going anywhere.” And “I know I wasn’t around a lot for you but I’m trying to make up for that”. He becomes viscerally aware of the damage of his absence (as he should) and it becomes something he fears he’ll never get to make up for.

Abigail never wanted to use him. She just wanted HIM. Jack—OF COURSE never wanted to use him, he wanted a FATHER. Honorable mention, but Arthur never saw him as a pawn either. In fact, he was well aware of how John was being treated, even mentioning it to him canonically, along the lines of, and I’m loosely quoting this, “At first you’ll be a prize pony until you become a work horse”. These people become so important to John—among others such as Bonnie, Charles, Sadie, even Uncle—because they never tried to use. him. John was more than expendable to them, he was worth something to them and for that he loved them and felt as if he would owe them for eternity.

I truly can’t believe some of y’all completely miss that whole point because it’s written EVERYWHERE it’s literally how John’s story goes and we experience it with him. His story is so fucking tragic and yes, while Arthur was the prime example of “having a doomed narrative from the start”, people don’t talk about how John is literally in the same boat. That man was always doomed, by his friends, the people he would try to call family—he was raised all the way up just to be put down…. THAT’S the story of John fucking Marston.

[screamintoad]

THIS IS FOR YOU QUEENIE @kawaii-queen-kaiju I didn’t do the ones I didn’t have answers for or bored me

🎲 - Biological parents

Blanche: Not in the picture 

Agate: She has her mom but her dad is a drifter in her life

Zagger: NEGLECTEDDDD

Rory: The causes of most of his problems

👑 - Person who raised your OC and/or was important during their formative years

Blanche: Her grandma! After her parents left she was the one who was always there for Blanche

Agate: She vaguely recalls a large merfolk constantly guiding her to the best hunting spots, yet they themselves never ate the fish, instead feeding on plankton. She remembers bright spots on their back and tail

Zagger: He, himself, and him

Rory: His nana. Although he isn’t close to his family he would always be attached to his nana when they saw each other

❓ - Estranged family/relatives they've never met

Blanche: Her parents.

Agate: Her siblings

Zagger: His grandfather

Rory: His cousins

📎 - Siblings/close family

Blanche: She wishes but again, she only has her grandmother 

Agate: She wished she could’ve met them 

Zagger: He wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t have his chaotic siblings

Rory: Him and his siblings are rough, they never truly got along and Rory’s parental relationship with them definitely strained things

✨ - Children (current or future)

Blanche: 2! An older daughter and younger son

Agate: 3! 1 biological daughter and 2 adopted kids

Zagger: No.

Rory: 1? He doesn’t think he would be a good parent but maybe after YEARS of therapy he’ll have one

💎 - Chosen family (including warband)

Blanche: Diasomnia, the Howls’s and the Schoenheit’s

Agate: The leeches and ashengrottos

Zagger: The shrouds

Rory: Those he holds dear at NRC

🧸 - Childhood friends

Blanche: Jack and Vil!

Agate: the tweels and Azul

Zagger: the shroud brothers

Rory: a red headed girl that he’s known since they were kids and are still friends until he goes to TWST

🏆 - Best friends (past, current or future)

Blanche: Don’t make her choose, she has all sorts of friends that can be her “best” friends

Agate: Octotrio and surprisingly Jamil down the line

Zagger: He has work to do now, he doesn’t have time for best friends

Rory: Ace, Deuce, Epel, Jack, Sebek, Grim…Grim again

💌 - First crush/love

Blanche: Agate (thought she was very admirable)

Agate: Jade when they were kids

Zagger: Idia

Rory: playground crush in middle school

💋 - First kiss

Blanche: Silver <3

Agate: Kalim

Zagger: some girl who asked if she could kiss him when they were first years

Rory: Ace

🌹 - First relationship

Blanche: Silver

Agate: Kalim

Zagger: Idia and Meg

Rory: his ex Ace

🐾 - Pets

Blanche: Her current dog Thorn and in the future she has another dog and a cat

Agate: Does a sea slug count?

Zagger: He doesn’t have time for pets

Rory: He’s had a bunch. From frogs to dogs to his favorite lizard to a horse and now his familiar, Argos

💢 - Person they can't stand

Blanche: Jamil

Agate: Sebek (half fae genes attract haters)

Zagger: Jamil

Rory: Crowley

🩹 - Someone who was a source of trauma

Blanche: Her parents, or rather, the lack

Agate: Her father

Zagger: The people who failed to help him

Rory: His parents

[bonefall]

I think jayfeather would absolutely love skyclan. they steal from twolegs. they’re innovative. their leader kicked out a guy that was causing problems with no hesitation, didn’t even consider keeping him around to see if he continued. i feel like they’d have a morbid sense of humor, like shadowclan. they’re also the kind of clan to have a garden, let’s be honest. theyre also the kind of clan to not care if you’re blind or deaf or have a bad limp, you can still hunt or fight or make sure cats are actually doing their jobs, you’re more than capable of being a warrior! plus, they don’t even care if their medicine cat has a mate or kits. it’s a stupid rule just let them live. also strike me as the kind of cats to not take shit from starclan. starclan let them be kicked out, starclan didn’t do anything to help them, starclan may be powerful but so are they

Jayfeather and SkyClan when a StarClan warrior comes down to 'advise' them to lay down and die

[image id: Meme of awkward party staring at the camera]

I really like SkyClan as cats who really don't buy into the same Battle Culture that the Forest Clans do. Their culture is heavily influenced by cats who have been taking advantage of humans for a few generations.

So to the other four, SkyClan can seem almost alien. They're constantly appropriating things from humans, their curiosity will lead them right into towns, they have an otherworldly understanding of vehicles and have unique words for different types (bike, car, and truck).

Their humor though? I don't see it as particularly morbid, to be honest. ShadowClan's is dour and unsettling for living in a harsh environment, and because the other Clans have seen them as 'weird' for eating frogs and leeches. Stuff like that.

SkyClan has revived in peace and mainly has housecat inspiration, I see their humor as a lot more based on absurdity and politeness. Misunderstandings and breakdowns in communication.

It's very... British.

I do imagine they ARE quite pious though, but not the way the main clans are. They believe strongly in THEIR ancestors, the ones who had followed them into exile. Thing is that their own ancestors have a much older idea of the Warrior Code.

It would have 9 Commandments, actually, as opposed to the Pre-Lake Forest Clan's 14.

The Medcat's Vow being corrupted and codified into law happened in response to SkyClan leaving; so it tracks that SkyClan doesn't have it. If anything, they prefer if their Medcat HAS raised kittens because that means they are attached to SkyClan, and not the temptations of kittypet life.

So, yeah, Jayfeather and SkyClan would get along swimmingly.

They both have issues with the Forest Clan concept of StarClan and he would probably make some really good friends he can argue it with.

And last note-- he would ESPECIALLY enjoy that SkyClan culture would be "chatty." Since they're descended from kittypets who were communicating with humans (meowing, hissing, yowling), their 'dialect' would be more vocal than the other four Clans.

[the-golden-comet]

What is In The Realm of Giants about? Sounds interesting!!

Ooo thank you @froggy-pposto . And, I have a feeling you’re gonna like this one if you enjoy High Fantasy ✨

In The Realm of Giants is a BL Romantasy, action-adventure novel set in the far north, with influences in Norse Mythology.

Tyrell, the human son of the village chief, notices that the rations are running out. Their village is surrounded in a protective magical barrier runes that staves off the outside world. Because, as the title details, everything is giant. EVERYTHING.

Giant bugs? You know it. Flowers? Yep. Frogs? Absolutely. In a world of giants, it’s the humans that are like ants.

Tyrell suggests to his father that they go outside of the barrier to hunt, as “any catch can feed generations,” but his father strictly forbids it on the grounds that the outside world is too dangerous for humans. Being the stubborn man he is, Tyrell sneaks out and brings back gigantic food in a caravan.

Though the village is happy, Tyrell’s father is outraged that his son went against his orders, coming from a place of love and insane worry. This causes a fight to break out, where Tyrell once again sneaks out to prove his father wrong, and that the outside really isn’t THAT bad…

…except it is.

Because Tyrell was stealing from a giant’s stash the whole time. And the giant is PISSED. As Tyrell goes back to his looting spot, uh oh: Giant is home. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, the giant captures Tyrell and forces him on an epic journey with a caveat: If they don’t replenish his food, Tyrell is the emergency snack.

What hijinx will ensue when a man so small is confronted with a world so large? 🤔