#four is not related to the grubs

[willowedspirits]

Hi! Can you go over what type of bug each member of the chain are? I haven’t played Hollow Knight in a while and forgot what bugs are in the game. Thanks!

No problem!

Not all of the bugs are actually in the game, so I'll go over those too

In game bugs: Time: Butterfly Twilight: Mantis (Traitor) Warriors: Bee Four: Caterpillar Wild: Spider Sky: Moth

Other Bugs: Wind: Dragonfly Legend: Cricket Hyrule: Firefly

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

When What We Had was Everything Pt. 1

This is a three part fic series and will complete three of my @jacklesversebingo card spaces. This first part will fill the "You won't take care of yourself, so I will." square. Pt. 2 will fill the But We Lost It square. Pt. 3 will fill the They're Out of Time square. ❤️

Summary: When Y/N really needs him, Jensen steps up, leaving all their past in the past. Can Y/N possibly do the same?

Pairing: Jensen x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: None in this chapter. Brief talk of grief and loss. Extremely stressed reader. Smidge of angst.

Word Count: 4,051

A/N: I hope you enjoy this short fic series. Just three parts. This first part also fulfills a request from the lovely dove anon.

I keep hearing the TikTok audio that’s like “you came?” “You called.” could you write a jensen fic maybe related to it? I feel like it would be sooo wholesome and so cute I’m obsessed with the thought!!

I hope it's what you were looking for sweetie.

Part 2 will be out next week. Probably, Wednesday the 23rd. And Part 3 should be out on Wednesday the 30th. Let me know what you think of this first part. ❤️

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Y/N felt the pain throb behind her eyes again and pinched the bridge of her nose as her little sister’s husband pouted. 

“I thought this was good.” He whined, pointing to the tuxedo hanging from the hanger in his hand. 

The tuxedo was four sizes too small for her father; it had a white, lacy, ruffled shirt to go with it, and it was black. It wasn’t even close to what she’d asked him to find. But she took a deep breath and tried for kindness. 

“No, Jason, it’s great. But Dad was pretty specific about what…” Y/N swallowed. “He was specific about what he wanted to be buried in, he wrote it all out for us. He said he wanted a suit like the one he wore when he and mom got married. You know, dark blue, plain white shirt, and…” She didn’t bother to mention the size wasn’t even close.

She lifted a hand towards him. “Don’t...do you still have the reference picture I gave you?”

Jason pulled the small square picture out of his pocket and looked at it before showing it to Y/N. “Yeah, that’s what I got him. Basically. I mean, I’m not gonna be able to get his exact same suit.”

Y/N felt the scream bubble up in her lungs, the scream that had been building inside of her for days, and she was seconds away from letting it loose on her useless brother-in-law. Instead she snatched the picture away from him.

“It’s fine.” She said and she knew her voice was too sharp, so she tempered it with a smile and tried again. “It’s fine. Thanks, I’ll just. I’ll find something. I appreciate your help.”

Jason did everything but roll his eyes as he huffed away and tossed the tuxedo across a beautifully upholstered chair in the wide, spacious living room.

The last few days had made Y/N more grateful than ever that her parents had been blessed enough to afford the large house that she and her brother and sister had grown up in. As it stood, they had twelve cousins, three aunts, four uncles, and two of her dads colleagues from Europe staying in the house. Even for a home as big and accommodating as theirs, the house was bursting at the seams. 

Which reminded her that she still had to figure out something for supper for everyone. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and called the local pizza place to order a bunch of pizzas and salads. Their small town still didn’t have grub hub available, so Ant’s Pizza and Italian Food would have to do.

As she was placing the order, her little brother, David, came bounding through the back door, his energy and massive smile was at odds with the slightly solemn atmosphere of the house. But she knew it was just how he dealt, lots of denial, and a fair amount of weed. 

She caught his eye as he headed towards the basement where he and two younger cousins were bunking together. She waved him over and spoke briefly into the phone.

“Can you give me just a sec. Thanks.” She moved the phone away from her mouth and spoke quietly to her brother. “Davie, you have to leave in less than an hour to pick Auntie Sheila up at the airport. Are you still good to do that?”

David sucked air through his teeth. “Ooh, I definitely think I’m too high to drive.”

“David.” Y/N admonished, the scream building in her chest once again. “I told you yesterday I’d need you to grab her. You couldn’t stay sober for -”

He cut her off, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Well, so sorry I messed up, Y/N/N. I guess my dad just died so I’m a little bummed, and decided to try and chill a bit.” He waved a hand to encompass the house. “There’s like a million fucking people here, no one else can do it?”

He stomped off with the cousins and Y/N watched him leave before whispering, “Yeah, funnily enough my dad died too.”

“What was that?” The woman on the other end of the phone sounded a bit annoyed to be kept waiting.

“Sorry.” Y/N said quickly, continuing on with the order. 

She hung up and pulled up her list of things that had to be done before the funeral the next day. They still had to send over the list of songs her dad had wanted them to play at the ceremony and the funeral home had sent her an email with the layout of the funeral program and needed her okay on it, But they’d misspelled her mom’s name in the small obituary that graced the back page.

"Stephen was predeceased by his loving wife of thirty-two years, Martha (nee Layland)", the program read. 

Her mother’s name was Marcia. She needed to get back to them about that right away, before they printed them out and her father was forever linked to some random woman named Martha. 

She pulled up the email and was typing a response while she stood in the hallway. She was sort of existing in limbo, not willing to commit to sitting in any one room, because inevitably as soon as she sat down, something would crop up and need her attention in another room. So, for two days she’d barely sat down, barely eaten, and was going on a total of about five hours of sleep.

As she shifted from foot to foot, writing the email, her little sister came around the corner and her face was annoyed. 

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked.

Tears came to Josie’s eyes and she crossed her arms over her chest. “Jason says you were really rude to him about Dad’s suit. I don’t think that was called for. I mean, he was trying to help; he was doing us a favor by going to get it. He says you told him he screwed up. That really upset him.”

Y/N stopped writing and closed her phone. “Jo, Dad wanted a suit like the blue one he wore when he and mom got married, remember?” 

Josie nodded and shrugged. “Yeah.” 

“Well, Jason got a black tuxedo, with some kind of weird ruffled shirt.”

She pointed to the tux draped over the chair and Josie went over to pick it up. Her nose scrunched up and she dashed away her tears. 

“Oh.” Then she shook her head. “What the hell, this thing is way too small for him.”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, that too.” 

“Ugh!” Josie dropped the tuxedo like it was filthy. “K, sorry, Y/N/N. I’ll go yell at him.”

Y/N grabbed her sister's arm. “No, sweetie. Don’t do that. I don’t want you to upset him. It was nice of him to try.” 

I also don’t need the added drama of you and your little boy spouse yelling and fighting. Y/N thought. 

But she gave Josie a kiss on the forehead and brushed her fingers through her hair, like she used to when they were kids and her baby sister would get in trouble. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I’ll go find something else in a bit.”

Josie nodded and sniffled. “I still can’t believe this is happening, you know. I mean, I guess that’s stupid since he’s been sick so long, but…I don’t know, it just still feels sudden. I don’t know how that’s possible.”

Y/N pushed down her own tears to wipe away her little sister’s as they fell. “I know Joey.” She said, slipping into the childhood nickname that Josie had forced her to stop using in Junior High. “No matter what, he was here and then he was gone, and that will always feel sudden, I think.”

Y/N pulled her into a tight hug. “But him and mom are together again, tearing up heaven, I bet.”

Josie laughed softly through her tears. “Yeah, I wouldn’t be surprised.” She sighed and pulled away, wiping her tears. “Yeah, they always said they were a match made in heaven, so I’m sure they rule the place already.”

The sisters chuckled together, as their fond memories mingled together and brought them each a moment of peace. Josie shattered it for Y/N by raising a curious eyebrow.

“So…speaking of a match made in heaven, any word back from Jensen?”

Y/N felt her stomach plummet and she shook her head quickly. “No, I couldn’t reach him. I left a message, but I know he’s shooting in Australia. So, he’s literally on the other side of the world. He won’t be able to make it.” 

She shook her head again, angry at herself this time. “It was stupid to call him anyway. I haven’t spoken to him for months, since before Dad even got sick. It was so friggin dumb to call and leave a voicemail being like, ‘Hey, my dad died.’ Ugh!” 

Josie gave her a sympathetic look. “No, you were right to let him know at least. He and Dad got along great when you guys were together, so I'm sure he’d wanna know. And who knows, maybe he’ll call you back at least.” 

Her gaze became calculating. “Which will give you the chance to tell him how stupid you were to let him go, and how much you still love him!”

“Uh uh.” Y/N replied  sharply. “That’s not happening, Jo. I can not think about anything like that right now.” 

The last thing she needed was for her ongoing Jensen heartache and the heartbreak from the loss of her father, to combine and completely debilitate her.

Josie looked like she was going to continue, but something in Y/N’s expression seemed to change her mind. Instead, she just shrugged and turned to leave.

“K, whatever you say. I’m starving. I need food.”

Y/N smiled, ignoring her own growling stomach. “Okay, I’m off to return the tuxedo and find something else.”  

Josie nodded and gave her a thumbs up. Y/N grabbed the tuxedo from the chair and made a mental note to text her aunt and tell her to take a cab from the airport, and she’d reimburse her. She could do that and finish the email in the car.

Y/N felt the scream growing in her chest once again as she faced the salesperson in the third store she’d been to. 

The tuxedo was still in the trunk of her car, because she’d forgotten to get the receipt from Jason, so that would have to be a task for another day. Right now she was simply trying to find a suit that fit her father’s last wishes.

She tamped down her frustrations and smiled at the young guy in front of her. “Okay, so you don’t have anything in a navy suit in that size, but do you have anything that looks anything like this?” She lifted the picture again for him to see.

He just lifted a careless shoulder. “No, it’s just what we’ve got out on the floor.”

Y/N felt her voice cracking as she spoke. “Okay, you have another location across town, right? Is there any chance they have something like it?”

“I dunno.” The guy said unhelpfully.

Y/N knew her smile was starting to look like a grimace and she tried to change that before asking. “Would it be at all possible for you to check with them before I drive all the way over there?”

“K, yeah, hang on.” The guy sighed deeply and walked towards the back, presumably to make the call.

When he was out of sight Y/N began to suck in deep breaths and force her smile back onto her face. After a moment of practice she felt like she was managing it, when she heard someone set off the door chime as they walked in.

She turned to look and her jaw dropped. Jensen stood just inside the door and he smiled at her; his voice was soft.

“Hey baby.”

“Jensen.” Y/N whispered. It felt like she was hyperventilating as she spoke, completely out of breath. 

“You came.” She said with wonder.

“You called.” He responded with a gentle smile and a shrug.

She blinked rapidly, desperate to keep her tears at bay. But Jensen walked up to her and tucked her hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek. 

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” 

It was as though he’d pressed some sort of release valve and she was suddenly absolutely incapable of holding back her tears. They flooded her, and noisy sobs left her mouth; she had no way to stop them.

Jensen pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her back. “Shh, it’s okay, baby, it’s okay.” He said softly as he rocked her slightly in his arms.

She felt as though the scream that had been building for days, was slowly leaking out of her through her tears; she quickly soaked Jensen’s sweater. All the while, he just held her, making soothing noises and kissing the top of her head and her temple, letting her cry as long as she wanted.

As her tears began to dry up, she heard the sales guy come back through the door. “So, the other store says they don’t -” There was a brief pause and Y/N turned away from Jensen’s chest in time to see the guy’s eyes nearly pop out of his head.

“Holy shit!” He said, exploding with excitement, his skinny body practically vibrating. “You’re Soldier Boy. I got Soldier Boy in the friggin store!”

Jensen pulled Y/N into his side, tucking her safely under his left arm and reaching out to shake the guy’s hand with his right.

“Hi, nice to meet you. What’s your name?” 

“H-Howie. I’m Howie.” He said, tripping over his words a bit.

Howie pulled his phone out of his pocket and raised it in front of him to snap a selfie that would include all three of them. Y/N turned her face into Jensen’s shoulder to avoid the camera. Jensen reached out and grabbed the phone away before Howie could snap the picture.

He handed it back with a smile. “Sorry Howie, but my friend here is going through a very rough time right now and I don’t think she’s in the mood for selfies.”

Howie frowned. “So, she doesn’t have to be in it.”

Y/N tried to pull away so she wasn’t in the picture, but Jensen tightened his grip and kept her flush against his side. 

“No, I think she’s gonna stay right here. Do you have the suit she needs?”

Howie’s face was scrunched up into annoyance. “No.”

“Okay, thanks then.” Jensen said and headed for the door.

“Wow, you’re an asshole!” Howie shouted at him as they walked out the door.

As they stepped out onto the sidewalk Y/N shook her head. “Jensen, you could have just taken the picture, I would have stepped away from you.”

Jensen shook his head. “N’ah, I wanted to keep you next to me.”

Y/N looked up at him, still processing the fact that he was actually here. “Jensen, I can’t believe you came all the way from Australia. And you’re working, can you really afford the time away? And how did you know where to find me?”

Jensen waved dismissively. “I went to your parents' house, and Josie said you were out trying to get a suit for your Dad.” He shrugged. “There are only so many suit shops in this town, just so happens I found you in the second place I went.”

He smiled and shook his head. “As for work and the rest of it, don’t worry about that, it doesn’t matter.” He cupped her cheeks and kissed her forehead. “How are you holding up, sweetheart?”

Y/N shrugged. “Mostly okay, I guess. I mean, Dad was pretty sick for the last three months, and the doctors were never hopeful.” 

She looked up at him guiltily. “Sorry I didn’t call you sooner. But I didn’t know if…I mean just, you know the way things…the way we left things, I didn’t know if…”

Jensen’s eyes were slightly shadowed, as he ducked his head and nodded. “No, I get it. But we don’t have to uh, we don’t need to talk about that right now. It’s not what’s important.” He straightened up and took a deep breath, and then smiled. “You need a suit for your Dad right?”

Y/N nodded. “Yes, he wanted it to look like this one.” She pulled the picture out of her purse and showed it to him. “But at this point, I’ll be happy to find any suit that will fit. You know, not a small guy, my dad.” She said with a fond smile.

“No, he sure wasn’t.” Jensen said with a smile. “Scared the shit outta me the first time I met him. But it was clear pretty quick that he was just a giant softy.” 

“Yeah.” Y/N agreed with another tear falling which she dashed away quickly.

Jensen pulled his phone out of his pocket and took a picture of the old wedding photo and then dialed a number. 

“Hang on.” He said, raising one finger as he stepped away. He spoke quietly with someone for a minute or two before returning to her side as he hung up.

“Okay, that’s done. I’ve got a friend who can get a suit just like that one.” He said, tapping the picture that Y/N still held. “I gave her your dad’s suit size, a 52" long, right?” 

Y/N nodded and he continued. “Also the name of the funeral home. She’s gonna coordinate with them, and the suit will be there first thing tomorrow morning.” 

He tucked his phone back into his pocket. “What’s next?”

Y/N shook her head, protesting. “No, Jensen, I’m sure you didn’t fly halfway across the world just to run errands.”

Jensen leveled a look directly at her. “Y/N, that is exactly why I flew here. Cause I know you.” He cupped her cheek gently. “I knew you’d be running around taking care of everything and everyone else, and forget about what YOU need.” 

He shrugged. “You won’t take care of yourself, so I will.” His gaze was warm and it made Y/N think of how it felt to come in from the cold and feel warm and safe. He smiled. “So, what’s next?”

By the time the pizzas showed up at six thirty that evening, everything was finished. All the errands and chores on her to-do list had been crossed off. Thanks to Jensen. 

He’d stepped in and taken over most of the list, consulting with her when he needed to, but mostly allowing her to just walk alongside him quietly as he got everything done.

It had caused a minor hullabaloo among her cousins when she showed up at the door with Dean Winchester in tow. They all knew she’d dated Jensen, but most of them had never gotten the chance to meet him. 

But Josie had come through and mercifully saved them all from embarrassment by shooing away the cousins and giving Jensen a kiss on the cheek.

“Told Y/N you'd come.” She said with a side glance at her sister that said, “I told you so.”

Eventually everyone found a spot to sit and eat their pizza, either in the kitchen, dining room or living room. Conversations tended to center around her dad, funny stories, or heartwarming ones, and she was happy everyone was celebrating him exactly the way he would have wanted.

A few hours later, as people began thinking about bed, Y/N came back into the dining room where Jensen was sitting, and saw him frowning at his phone. His face cleared as she approached him.

“What’s up?” She asked.

He shook his head. “Oh, nothing.” Y/N gave him a look that said she could wait all night for the real answer and he laughed. “I was just trying to book a room, but it seems as though your one hotel and two bed and breakfasts are all full.”

Y/N gave him a sympathetic look. “Yeah, sorry. Ordinarily there’s not a whole lot of tourism in town. But right now, I think most of the rooms have been taken by people here for the funeral.” She shrugged and smiled. “Dad was well loved.”

Jensen reached out to squeeze her hand. “Yeah, he was.”

Y/N felt the warmth from his fingers travel up her arm and tingle across her skin. It was a pleasant feeling that she knew all too well, a kind of anticipation that always led to something more between them.

Jensen seemed to sense it too because he dropped her hand and stood up. He cleared his throat. “It’s no big deal. I can just drive into Kingston and find a room there.”

Y/N shook her head. “No, that's an hour and a half drive each way. Why waste the time? Just…just stay here. We’ve got room.”

Jensen gave an awkward chuckle and looked around the rooms packed with people. “Where? Under the porch?”

Y/N gave him a teasing smile. “Well, you scoff, but the raccoons gave it a very solid four stars.” They stood awkwardly for a minute more before she shook her head. “Seriously, though, I’m sure we can find one more bed to stash you in.”

Jensen agreed reluctantly, but as it turned out, finding an open space was tougher than it seemed. All the rooms were very much at capacity, and so were the couches. There was floor space down in the basement with the cousins, but Y/N knew they’d stay up most of the night playing video games which wasn’t exactly conducive to Jensen's sleep.

Finally she just shook her head and gave in to the idea that made her stomach twist but also squeeze tight and fill with butterflies. She put on her most nonchalant voice. 

“You know what, this is dumb. Just stay in my room. It's just me in there right now, so I've got the space and you know. Not like we haven’t bunked together before, right?”

Y/N knew her choice of words was dumb. “Bunking” was not how she would describe her nights in bed with Jensen. Her mind was instantly filled with memories of him pressed tight against her body, the feel of him moving inside her, tracing his hands over every inch of her, making her burst to life with a mere flick of his tongue.

She thought maybe Jensen was experiencing the same memories, because his gaze was intense and heated before he snapped his head to the side, looking away from her. “That’s,” his voice was hoarse, “probably not…I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

Y/N nodded, though he wasn’t looking at her. Her cheeks flushed and she was quick to backtrack. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s a…you can just crash in the basement. The guys will be a bit noisy, but…just tell them to shut up if they get to be too much.” She forced a chuckle, and Jensen seemed to grab it like a lifeline, forcing a laugh too.

“Yeah, absolutely. I’m sure it’ll be fine.” He clasped his hands together at waist height and rubbed his palms in circles, a tell that Y/N remembered meant that he was nervous. “I’ll just grab my bag from my car.” 

He pointed vaguely towards the outside and Y/N nodded. “Yeah, okay. Then you can just head down and make yourself at home.”

They stood awkwardly for a minute more and then he leaned down to kiss her cheek. It was only a peck, but his lips were so soft and lush that it still made Y/N’s heart flutter.

He pulled back with a warm smile and an emotion in his gaze that she couldn’t interpret. “K, goodnight.” He said softly.

Y/N smiled back and tried to make it natural. “Goodnight. And, uh, just thanks. I mean, for everything today.”

Jensen shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

With a final squeeze to her hand he walked out to his car and Y/N practically ran up the stairs to her room.

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[napoleonic-sexyman-tournament]

Propaganda Under the Cut

Thomas-Alexandre Dumas:

a. “mustache” b. “Tall! Daring! Swashbuckling! A devoted husband and father! Had a personal conflict with Napoleon! Also it was said he could, while holding onto a bar above his head, LIFT A HORSE WITH HIS THIGHS. How is he not on this list ten times already! Vote for General Dumas!” c. “He was so hot that he inspired The Three Musketeers, The Count of Monte Cristo, and many more books that his son, Alexandre Dumas, wrote. He definitely looked the part of a sexyman, as he son recounts in his memoirs: "My father, as already stated, was twenty-four, and as handsome a young fellow as could be found anywhere. His complexion was dark, his eyes of a rich chestnut colour […]. His teeth were white, his lips mobile, his neck well set on his powerful shoulders, and, in spite of his height of five feet nine inches, he had the hands and feet of a woman. These feet were the envy of his mistresses, whose shoes he was very rarely able to put on." He could crush you between his thighs: "His free colonial life had developed his strength and prowess to an extraordinary degree; he was a veritable American horse-lad, a cowboy. His skill with gun or pistol was the envy of St. Georges and Junot. And his muscular strength became a proverb in the army. More than once he amused himself in the riding-school by passing under a beam, and lifting his horse between his legs." He was so badass he could beat 13 men with 4 and take all the enemy prisoner, and defend against hundreds of men on a bridge by himself. He performed these acts of valour numerous times in Italy. He was so formidable that the Austrians named him the "Schwartz Teufel", or the Black Devil, and his feat at the bridge earned him the moniker of "Horatius Cocles of Tyrol". He wasn't afraid to stand up to his morals and protest against unfair treatment. When unjust executions by the guillotine were happening outside his quarters, he closed the blinds of his curtains, earning him the nickname "Mr. Humanity". When in the Vendée, he complained about the wanton indiscipline in his troops. When in Italy, Berthier wrongly reported his actions as one of "observation" in St. Antonio. Dumas wrote to General Bonaparte that if Berthier was in the same position, he would have shit his pants. Dumas abhorred plunder, never exhorted the locals, and ordered the Directory agent who had come to persuade him otherwise be shot if he dared present himself to Dumas again. Integrity and a sense of moral justice is sexy, mark my words. For Dumas' final qualifier as a sexyman, look no further than this Tumblr heritage post (https://www.tumblr.com/petermorwood/133803437020/hortensevanuppity-elodieunderglass), with 300,000 notes and counting. And I quote: "- daddy general dumas was an immense fierce french warrior who was a 6 foot plus, stunningly gorgeous and charismatic Black gentleman - he invaded egypt - the native egyptians said “is this napoleon? this must be napoleon. we for one welcome our majestic new overlord” - then napoleon showed up - napoleon has all the presence of yesterday’s plain Tesco hummus - the native egyptians were like “… no… no, we’ve thought very hard and we’ll have General Dumas actually” - this did not make napoleon happy - in fact it made him jealous - napoleon felt so emasculated that he launched a campaign of revenge against General Dumas, including taking away his pension, that probably inspired a lot of Alexandre’s rather satisfying scenes in which fathers are nobly avenged and the money-grubbing villains are rubbed in the mud" I rest my case. Tl;dr: He was so hot he inspired multiple books, he was a stronk man who could crush you between his thighs or carry you like a sack of potatoes, and he was so badass that he could take on odds of 1 to 3. He had a foul mouth but a heart of gold and his actions were never self-serving. Posts relating to him on Tumblr have had 300,000 notes and counting. He is qualitatively and quantitatively qualified to be a sexyman.”

Jack Aubrey:

a. “Lucky Jack is a UNIT. loves his crew, loves his ship, loves his bf, loves music. JACKED and also pretty hair (his other nickname is Goldilocks). Once played by Russell Crowe”

[static-electric-dreams]

Hmm, this Other Skies party looks kinda familiar....

Design notes below 👇

Laios: Eshenali Knight

I obviously wanted Laios and Falin to be "dragons," but it was hard to decide what color scales to give Laios (Falin, who I'll draw later, is of course red and fluffy). I settled on white with golden eyes, lol. He has more futuristic power armor here and carries a light sword inhabited by a strange alien creature. I also want to say he cuts/shaves the fur off his tail and feet for Personal Reasons. In Other Skies, he's obsessed with alien beasts in lieu of monsters.

Senshi: Zair Survivor

Senshi is already perfectly suited for the survivor class, and it made sense to translate him to a hairy and magnanimous Zair with black fur and brown markings. He lived out in the dangerous wilderness of Palazair before meeting his current party, and makes sure to always have some grub around to keep people's psyche up. Think of how fast one could cook with four hands!

Marcille: Sucralite Psion

I had a hard time deciding what species to translate Marcille into, but I think the glamorous and androgynous Sucralites are the best analog to elves that I can think of. Other Skies!Marcille might have a more Sucralite name ("Ambrosia" might actually be a good one), or they might choose to present as feminine while traveling. Her staff has been translated to a high-tech device that can connect to her thoughts and amplify her psychic power, thus making her attacks stronger.

Chilchuck: Santornan Assassin

I chose the "assassin" class for Chilchuck because it's the one with the most lockpicking and sneaking related moves and skills; the name implies that killing is the end result, but it doesn't have to be. He's of course a Santornan because of their small stature and "cute" faces. He has a closed piercing hole where his wedding earring once was. As a side note, I considered changing his color palette to blues and pinks to match Santornan aesthetics, but I wanted the design to be recognizable so I didn't. Maybe another time!

In the future I also want to draw Falin, Kabru, Izutsumi, and perhaps Thistle.... We shall see.

[homestuck-fanauthor-coalition]

@madam-melon-meow @arealpeople

Rose didn't dream that night. The ebon midnight of sheer oblivion had welcomed her readily, and she was loath to take her leave. She awoke, hair matted to the side of her face, blinking crust out of her eyes. Her pillow propped up only the top half of her head, cocking her neck at a jaunty angle, and the blankets and sheets had somehow both reversed and shuffled their order. She kicked her legs until they were free from the scratchy topside of her coverlet, piling the bedspread into a resigned lump at her feet. Blue daylight hummed through her closed blinds, ensconcing the room's ambient dust motes into a tropical aquarium of lint. The distant wails of a firetruck jostled her consciousness enough for her to pull her numb arm out from where she'd twisted it under her torso to wipe the corners of her eyes. Her left boob was sore. She rolled onto her stomach and brought her knees up, stretching downward dog and rolling her face in the sheets before she rose to a kneel. She smacked her lips, tasting dry foulness on her tongue. "Eucgh." she grunted, and twisted around to sit on the edge of her bed. Her legs were long enough to land flat on the cold floor when she did so, or that is, they would have been had they not landed on something fluffy that wriggled in response. Rose let out a chirp of a yell, recoiling her legs back, only to see Bec's form scrambling up onto all fours, looking just as surprised as her.

Chapters: 43/?

Rating: Teen and Up

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: Gen; F/F; F/M; M/M

Fandom: Homestuck

Relationships: Nepeta Leijon/Equius Zahhak; Sollux Captor/Aradia Megido; Eridan Ampora & Feferi Peixes; Kanaya Maryam & Dave Strider; Rose Lalonde & Rose's Mom | Beta Roxy Lalonde; Dave's Bro | Beta Dirk Strider & Dave Strider; Beta Kids & Beta Trolls; Jade Harley & Rose's Mom | Beta Roxy Lalonde; Dad Egbert & John Egbert; Kanaya Maryam/Vriska Serket; Eridan Ampora/Dave Strider

Characters: John Egbert; Rose Lalonde; Dave Strider; Jade Harley; Becquerel (Homestuck); Kanaya Maryam; Vriska Serket; Karkat Vantas; Terezi Pyrope; Aradia Megido; Tavros Nitram; Sollux Captor; Gamzee Makara; Eridan Ampora; Feferi Peixes; Nepeta Leijon; Equius Zahhak; Virgin Mother Grub (Homestuck); Vriska's Lusus; Gl'bgolyb (Homestuck); Dad Egbert; Rose's Mom | Beta Roxy Lalonde; Dave's Bro | Beta Dirk Strider; Aurthour (Homestuck); The Condesce (Homestuck); Serenity (Homestuck)

Additional Tags: inspired by Kim Harrison’s The Hollows; Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy; Humanstuck; Alternate Universe - No Sburb Session; Human Lusii (Homestuck); Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse; Demigods; Vampires; multi POV: all beta trolls & humans; The Horrorterrors (Homestuck); Non-Abusive Dave's Bro | Beta Dirk Strider; Long Lost/Secret Relatives; Violence; Magic; Aged-Up Character(s); the kids and trolls range between 16 and 20; Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD; Vriska Serket has PTSD; Memory Loss; Scars; Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms; Plot Twists; Unreliable Narrator; Rose Lalonde and Dave Strider Are Not Related; Skaianet Laboratories; beta guardians are not alpha kids and troll; parents are not ancestors; monsterstuck; Break Up; Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism; Ship Tags Will Update As They Become Relevant; Good Person Gamzee Makara; Suicide Attempt by Proxy; Dissociation; Victim Blaming; Abusive Parents; sexually active teenagers; Underage Drinking

[intothetlkverse]

Decided to challenge myself by drawing every single TLK character out there, up until this point in time, and post it here. You can see the finished project on my main account, though I figured to post it on my tumblr just show I could proudly show off my work and a few of my head canons.

Here's all the mustelids across TLK:

Starting off with the honey badgers we have Bunga(foolish person), Binga/Bingwa(champion), their respective mothers Rada/Raidha(explorer-Arabic) and Rina/Rinas(cute-Arabic). Rina and Rada are deleted characters and lesbians who each got pregnant and decided to raise their babies alongside each other, up until Rada lost Bunga in a sandstorm where upon he got lost and found by Timon and Pumbaa. Rina and Rada would eventually find Bunga again after taking a visit to the Pridelands, and while they did get along, they realized that his home was with Timon and Pumbaa, so they allowed him to stay. Bunga currently is exploring world with his girlfriend Bingwa, though they'll eventually return back after Bingwa is pregnant in order to give their kits a good home. I also did slightly change them by darkening/muting their colors a bit and making them look more like real honey badgers by putting them on all fours, though my reasoning for why Buna is two-legged prior is due to being raised by known biped Timon. Also made them more scruffy and feral-looking cause... you know. To summarize, Raidha is Bunga's mother and Rinas is Bingwa's mother, Bunga and Bingwa have no-bio relation to each other, they both were supposed to be raised together since their mothers did get together, though Bunga got separated, though they reunited and married at the Tree of Life.

Next up we have two honorary honey badgers, or at least ones that were formerly other mustelids before going through the Africanization process. First off we have the wolverine/Zoezi(exercise) from "I Think I Canada", who tried to force Timon and Pumbaa to exercise before planning to eat them, only for it to backfire when they outsmarted him. This happened after Bunga left on the journey to the Tree of Life and the two were hoping to stay fit and healthy until he returned when this guy offered to help them keep fit, only to prove malicious intentions later. Additionally they ran into another honey badger; Thief the racoon from "Yosemite Remedy", now Kuiba(steal) the honey badger that tried to steal their Utamu grubs from them, and seems to have gotten one after all, during the time when Bunga wasn't there to celebrate with them, though again thwarted in the end. These event did worry them even more for Bunga, fearful that if and when he returned back he would be more them, though they were relieved when he just came back lovesick.

Next up we have the red pandas, now turned into Saharan striped polecat/zorilla which are basically like wild ferrets with skunk-like patterns. Funny thing is red pandas are mustelids, so they would count on the list regardless, if not for the fact that I have a strict no non-African animals policy with extremely specific exceptions, hence them now being these weaselly guys. Living now in the arid savannah/desert areas on the Lion Guard's journey to the Tree of Life, they ask help from the 'chosen one' Bunga and the Lion Guard to help them get rid of the 'Ghost of the Desert', which ends up to be the mischievous sand cat Chui, my version of Chuluun. We have the leader of the group Domog/Gomo(valley-Nyanja), his sons Dughi/Duniya(world-Hausa) and Chubby Red Panda/Pansi(down-Nyanja), and granddaughter Bogino/Bogi(bog). It does seem like most zorillas are black with white stripes and the more brownish patterns seem to be the exception rather than the norm, though let's just say these guys are a subspecies of Saharan striped polecat that developed the more reddish-brown coats that are now default.

Last on the list is another zorilla in the more common black and white colors, one Miss Skunk Lady/Marashi(perfume) from T&P Show's, "Scent of the South". Formerly a skunk lady who helped Pumbaa by trying to help him smell better, in my verse she is one of the members of the Forest Mama Binturong, now Mama Civet, and her porcupine army once resided in. With the evil binturong-turned-civet and her group of porcupine lackeys gone, the other residents of the forest have slowly been rebuilding their home for themselves, including Marashi who has a knowledge about gardening and is slowly regrowing a new patch of tuliza to be used by the entire community now. Her knowledge of growing both plants for enjoyment and for practical purposes, in addition to her helpful attitude and kindly old-lady demeanor, in contrast to Mama's sugar-coated poison demeanor, she's a positive influence in this traumatized community.

[chromatic-lamina]

Heart Pirates Week 2023: Day 8: Hakugan: Broken

AO3 Day 8: Hakugan: Broken

Hakugan's family flew in from the deep north, more than a few islands across, along with the rest of the flock to spend winter in the warmer North Blue temperatures. There were only a few places in the North Blue warmer than the deepest north in winter, although not by much, but at least the geese could crack the ice on the water if they needed to forage, and it didn't always freeze over.

Young snow geese stayed with their parents for a year or two, and some days in the region were sunny, and it was fun for Hakugan to swim with his family in the lakes and along the rivers. Fun to pick at the harvested and unplanted rice fields for insects and grubs when the snow was light on the ground.

Others were hungry too though, and a splash in the water one day caused the flock to rise into the sky and cracks hollowed the air, leaving Hakugan's ears ringing with pain, and one, two, four, six of their members plummeted to the ground, red spreading across their feathers. His mother fell, but into the water. She paddled away.

They nested in a protected area, hunters should be nowhere near. Later he found her sheltered in an inlet, away from the eyes of park-goers and other wildlife. One wing flapped and she hopped across the water to Hakugan. She couldn't lift the other. The bullet had clipped the wing, and the fall had broken its bones.

Before he took up with the Hearts, Hakugan visited her every season. Unable to take to the skies, she waited for the flock's return year in, year out.

@heart-pirates-week.

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 6 Day 7 Day 8 Day 9

The English Wikipedia page on Snow geese is a bit misleading, and not necessarily that informative above the distribution of Snow geese (Hakugan).

This is in translation, but from the Japanese Wikipedia: Hakugan is one of these type:

A. c. hyperboreus snow geese It breeds in northern Canada, Alaska , Wrangel Island , and eastern Siberia , and migrates southward to western North America to overwinter in the winter. They fly to Japan on rare occasions to spend the winter (winter birds).

I didn't realise that over-wintering in Japan was so rare. I used to see them often and it was always a delight to witness the flock arriving from their long journey. Therefore, considering Oda is Japanese, I view Hakugan as loosely related to Siberian snow geese that spend the winter in the North Blue/Tohoku/Hokkaido regions.

PS: I also read that the helmsman is traditionally a job held by the newest addition to a submarine crew, at least in the U.S. navy. Jean Bart had the position before (and probably still holds it), but I wonder if Hakugan joined after him.

[davekat-sucks]

"Either way, Karkat and Kankri are directly related."

okay? nobody is denying that, all trolls are related.

"And how exactly are they all directly related because of being created ectobiologically through the same machine? They still have different genetics. Going with that logic, every one of the Beta AND Alpha kids would be related, too. Not just specific groups. That would mean all of the same-species relationships would be incest. Because they were created through ectobiology, right?"

Oh shit we're FINALLY accepting Jake&Jane and Dirk&Roxy AREN'T related?? Hell yeah high five.

Also yes, if they end up repopulating earth c eventually all humans kinda become related. Same principle as adam and eve.

"Oh, and also! Guess what that means? Davekat would be okay."

It's not, the Condesce didn't want mutants or limebloods to reproduce ie. add their genes to the troll gene pool because shes an eugenicist fascist. That's why limebloods were genocided to extinction. Culling is preventing the "undesirables" from reproducing.

Karkat is a mutated limeblood. If karkat doesnt reproduce with another troll, limebloods remain extinct, and everything stays the same. So davekat actually aided her plan of trolls eugenics. HIC won.

"And I'm still not understanding how and why you can't just ignore the Epilogues and Beyond Canon like me and the majority of others."

We do, which is why we dont consider davekat good, because they had zero development in the main story and was forced. Everything happened in the epilogues and beyond, which was all shit.

You however, don't ignore hs2 and only cherrypick when its convenient, you only use it as a basis as to why davekat should exist, but ignore how dirkrose is canon too thanks to it and kanaya got cucked like four times because the writers have a fetish for that. Which IS actually what you're all ignoring.

And since Karkat doesn't want to adopt a grub or go through ectobiology, he'll never be a father nor wish to encourage other mutantbloods. @ii-cant-word2

[opedguy]

AOC Goes Off on Republicans

LOS ANGELES (OnlineColumnist.com), Feb. 2, 2023.--Accusing 58-year-old House Speaker Kevin McCarthy (R-Calif.) of supreme hypocrisy regarding removing Somali-born Rep. Ilhan Omar (D-Min.) from her seat on the House Foreign Affairs Committee, 33-year-old Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortz (D-N.Y.) delivered a fiery speech on the House floor.  AOC accused McCarthy of going after women of color, not Omar’s track record of past anti-Semitic remarks, once accusing the American-Israeli Public Affairs Committee [AIPAC] of money grubbing, saying “it’s all about the Benjamins,” a reference to Benjamin Franklin on the $100 bill.  Whatever past statements, House Foreign Affairs Committee Chairman Michael McCaul (R-Texas] said he can’t have someone on his committee pro-Palestinian, holding such anti-Semitic sterotypes.  Omar doesn’t appreciate the long history of Jewish elected officials on Capitol Hill.

Omar came to Congress in 2019 representing Minnesota’s Somali Muslim community, having their own stereotypes about Jews and its relation to Israel.  Omar doesn’t distinguish between American Jews and those that live and back Israel.  With the Jewish community, there ‘s a wide range of opinion on the Palestinian question, with most American Jews supporting the NGO “J-Street” project, a Jewish lobbying group sympathetic to Palestine, favoring a two-state solution.  Omar assumes that all Jews back AIPAC, a more established, conservative non-profit that support a secure Israel, whether or not it backs a two-state solution.  After Sept. 11, gone were the days when Palestinians pushed Washington into a two-state solution that compromised Israeli national security.  U.S. foreign policy under 76-year-old former President George W. Bush was all about Israel’s security, not about past U.N. resolutions.

Democrats and the press are fit-to-be-tied over Republicans taking over the House. Democrats yucked it up when Republicans bickered over approving Rep. Kevin McCarathy (R-Calif.) as House Speaker.  Now that McCarthy’s takes action with consequences for Democrats they scream bloody murder over the inequity of McCarthy deciding who should serve on GOP led committees.  AOC thinks Republicans are hypocritical because House Republicans, who’ve made anti-Semitic remarks like Rep.. Marjorie Taylor Greene (R-Ga.,) who said last years that Jewish space lasers caused wildfires in California.  Whatever assignment Taylor Green recently got, she didn’t get on the House foreign Affairs Committee. True to form as a loyal Democrat, AOC continues the narrative that all Republicans are racists, the same narrative the DNC used against Trump in 2020.

Now that Republicans control the House, Democrats are all sour-grapes, not realizing they’ve had a free ride since 2018 when Democrats swept the House on Trump’s watch.  Four years of Democrat House rule saw more profligate spending, leading to the wildly extravagant relief bills and infrastructure legislation that drove the federal budget deficit and national debt through the roof.  Biden didn’t calculate how funding an extraneous war in Ukraine would affect the economy, driving inflation to 40-year highs. Biden doesn’t admit that funding the Ukraine government and war has pushed the U.S. close to recession.  “Don’t tell me that this is about a condemnation of anti-Semitic remarks, when you have a member of the Republican caucus who has talked about Jewish space lasers, and also elevated her to some of the highest committee assignment in this body,” AOC said.

Democrats must now live with the consequences, just like Republicans, of losing the House.  How some Republicans blame Trump for not big majorities in the House is anyone’s guess.  Capturing the House was a major accomplishment when the House went Democrat over the last four years.  Democrats and the press wish they were still in charge to pick committee chairs of their choice. But Republicans now get the same privilege have taking House membership 222 Republicans to 213 Democrats.  When former House Speaker Nancy Pelosi (D-Calif.) was in power, she removed Rep. Paul Gosar (R-Az.) and Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene (R-Ga.) from committee assignments.  This is about targeting women of color in the United States of America,” AOC said, forgetting what Pelosi did to Republicans in 2021.  Democrats like Rep. Adam Schiff (D-Calif.) complained about removal from the Intel Committee.

House Democrats must do what Republicans did over the last four years, when Democrats controlled the 435-member body.  Republicans hope to advance their agenda over the next two years before the 2024 election.  Democrats only hope that enough dissension in the ranks against former President Donald Trump helps give Biden another four years.  So far, Trump is the only declared candidate, making it more difficult for GOP opposition to Trump to promote any other candidate.  Democrats and the press think Biden’s management of the economy and foreign policy earn him another four years.  Republicans point to the runaway inflation a new foreign war in Ukraine as proof that the country is not better off than it was before Trump left office.  Republicans must get over its in-party warfare to figure out who best should lead the GOP back to the White House in 2024.

About the Author

John M. Curtis writes politically neutral commentary analyzing spin in national and global news. He’s editor of OnlineColumnist.com and author of Dodging The Bullet and Operation Charisma.

[tierra-paldeana]

☠🌏– Meeting with friends...

A couple people come to her mind, but she knows they were busy and thus unable to hang out at the moment. She shakes the thought away though, and simply keeps on smiling.

'' 's all good. Good ol' Rika's more than used to lookin' after introverts, and doesn't mind it, heh.''

''And y'know... everyone feels a lil' lonely sometimes, I know that much. Nothin' to be ashamed of.''

Not even Rika was free from the clutches of loneliness... It was part of being human, after all. Even when her life was comfortable and ''perfect'', it was just... something completely natural and normal to feel.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. It was something she always offered whenever she acquaintaced herself with someone so fast (which was something she surprisingly did often)...

''Say, Quique. How about we hang out somewhere?''

It just so happened that 'Enrique' had encountered her after she had met up with the Gym Leader of Medali and fellow member of the Elite Four, Larry, for League-related business, and they both were standing a few meters away from the Treasure Eatery. There was no way she was going back there, but since the town had various restaurants and cafés...

''This place's known for its food and dessert stands. If you want, we could go get some grub. I'll invite ya', if you like. Yer interestin', so just wanna get to know you better if that's alright with you. If not, that's alright.''

Affable indeed she was, one might even call her Miss Affable if they were to tease the woman, but they refrained from doing so, an inaction taken to not overstep boundaries too quickly.

They could however still tell that Rika wasn't telling the full truth, and in reality, she didn't need to either. 'Enrique', as they'd refer to themself as now, tilted their head to the side a little bit with curiousity

"What can I say, it's a fairly common name, haha!" The chuckle was casual, matching Rika's tone as they reacted. "But in any case, don't worry. I don't mean to pry. I'm not very good with recognizing boundaries, so if what I say or ask is too personal, you're of course always free to let me know."

They could understand the feeling of the weight of loneliness dragging them down. It was an all too familiar one, not that they'd share that with the other woman. Far more concerned Enrique was with the woman's wellbeing. But they wouldn't push.

"Everybody needs someone to stir them out of it once in a while, yeah? Maybe you can meet with some friends today or another time, if that is something you enjoy. I will be honest with you if you allow me - I get lonely sometimes too. So I'm happy I could help at least a little bit."

Fuck, did that sound condescending? The sudden concerning thought was nagging and prodding their brain.

[thewertsearch]

Who did Karkat even clone, anyway? 

John cloned four babies who are both bio-parents and custodians to the Players, but now we have a species where the bio-parents and the custodians are different individuals. It’s entirely possible that a Sburb Guardian doesn’t have to be related to their charge - that Sburb prioritizes the custodian role to the parental one.

In this case, Karkat cloned the troll’s lusi instead of their parents, and the trolls are just clones of themselves, the same way that human Guardians are.

But, as of yet, no troll has ever referred to their lusus as their parent. 

I think that out in space somewhere are twelve adult trolls who didn’t come from the Mother Grub at all - they rode into Alternia on the back of twelve meteors. 

Human babies need to be found and nursed by a human, so if they weren’t born naturally, someone will always know. But trolls are raised by animals, and if the meteors hit the brooding caverns, then there may have been no witnesses. The troll parents might have no idea that they’re meteor babies. 

But if you’re a Sburb Guardian, you have stuff to do. Extrapolating from the behavior of the human Guardians, you’re supposed to assist your charge from a distance, and possibly set up the Veil cloning in the first place. Maybe the troll parents are being unwittingly dragged into events as we speak - or maybe they’re already around, and about to covertly ride into the Medium with their children.

tl;dr: I think the troll bio-parents - some of them, at least - will be relevant, and appear in the comic. They may not know it, but they also have a role to play tonight. 

[napoleonic-sexyman-tournament]

Thomas-Alexandre Dumas:

a. “mustache”

b. “Tall! Daring! Swashbuckling! A devoted husband and father! Had a personal conflict with Napoleon! Also it was said he could, while holding onto a bar above his head, LIFT A HORSE WITH HIS THIGHS. How is he not on this list ten times already! Vote for General Dumas!”

c. “He was so hot that he inspired The Three Musketeers, The Count of Monte Cristo, and many more books that his son, Alexandre Dumas, wrote. He definitely looked the part of a sexyman, as he son recounts in his memoirs: "My father, as already stated, was twenty-four, and as handsome a young fellow as could be found anywhere. His complexion was dark, his eyes of a rich chestnut colour […]. His teeth were white, his lips mobile, his neck well set on his powerful shoulders, and, in spite of his height of five feet nine inches, he had the hands and feet of a woman. These feet were the envy of his mistresses, whose shoes he was very rarely able to put on." He could crush you between his thighs: "His free colonial life had developed his strength and prowess to an extraordinary degree; he was a veritable American horse-lad, a cowboy. His skill with gun or pistol was the envy of St. Georges and Junot. And his muscular strength became a proverb in the army. More than once he amused himself in the riding-school by passing under a beam, and lifting his horse between his legs." He was so badass he could beat 13 men with 4 and take all the enemy prisoner, and defend against hundreds of men on a bridge by himself. He performed these acts of valour numerous times in Italy. He was so formidable that the Austrians named him the "Schwartz Teufel", or the Black Devil, and his feat at the bridge earned him the moniker of "Horatius Cocles of Tyrol". He wasn't afraid to stand up to his morals and protest against unfair treatment. When unjust executions by the guillotine were happening outside his quarters, he closed the blinds of his curtains, earning him the nickname "Mr. Humanity". When in the Vendée, he complained about the wanton indiscipline in his troops. When in Italy, Berthier wrongly reported his actions as one of "observation" in St. Antonio. Dumas wrote to General Bonaparte that if Berthier was in the same position, he would have shit his pants. Dumas abhorred plunder, never exhorted the locals, and ordered the Directory agent who had come to persuade him otherwise be shot if he dared present himself to Dumas again. Integrity and a sense of moral justice is sexy, mark my words. For Dumas' final qualifier as a sexyman, look no further than this Tumblr heritage post (https://www.tumblr.com/petermorwood/133803437020/hortensevanuppity-elodieunderglass), with 300,000 notes and counting. And I quote: "- daddy general dumas was an immense fierce french warrior who was a 6 foot plus, stunningly gorgeous and charismatic Black gentleman - he invaded egypt - the native egyptians said “is this napoleon? this must be napoleon. we for one welcome our majestic new overlord” - then napoleon showed up - napoleon has all the presence of yesterday’s plain Tesco hummus - the native egyptians were like “… no… no, we’ve thought very hard and we’ll have General Dumas actually” - this did not make napoleon happy - in fact it made him jealous - napoleon felt so emasculated that he launched a campaign of revenge against General Dumas, including taking away his pension, that probably inspired a lot of Alexandre’s rather satisfying scenes in which fathers are nobly avenged and the money-grubbing villains are rubbed in the mud" I rest my case. Tl;dr: He was so hot he inspired multiple books, he was a stronk man who could crush you between his thighs or carry you like a sack of potatoes, and he was so badass that he could take on odds of 1 to 3. He had a foul mouth but a heart of gold and his actions were never self-serving. Posts relating to him on Tumblr have had 300,000 notes and counting. He is qualitatively and quantitatively qualified to be a sexyman.”

Zofia Czartoryska-Zamoyska:

a. „MY GIRLIEEEE… I love her more than anything, and I'm very sorry for how her relationship with her husband turned out (he was not abusive, perhaps, and treated her with some sort of basic respect, but he had a rough childhood and became emotionally neglectful, both towards her and the children. He did care for her, however it showed much more after she died and he was alone then when she was alive and well). She was actually considered one of the most beautiful, if not the most beautiful woman in the Warsaw Duchy, and was literally worshipped by her descendants. Her portrait even made an appearance as the male lead's unhappy grandmother in "Trędowata" (well, the book the movie was based on is not exactly wonderful literature, but the movie itself is quite well-known), and I can absolutely see why. She had such beautiful eyes. Also, she was a philanthropist and helped organise one of the first concerts of Fryderyk Chopin when he was a child to raise money.”

[kozzax]

Dancestors and Their Implications on Classpecting

For many of Homestuck's readers, the Dancestors aren't exactly fond memories. While there is a good chunk of the fanbase who loves them for what's under the surface, myself included, I would argue the majority of the fanbase sees the Dancestors as what they were likely intended to be: bad-faith mockeries of Tumblr and the Homestuck fanbase at the time.

They are not well-written characters, for the most part. Oh, there are glimpses of interesting characterization and deeper story for all of them, but none of them beyond perhaps Aranea and Meenah live up to their potential. Many of them are uncomfortable at best and downright harmful at worst.

I do not want to talk about their characterization directly here, though. No, I would instead like to discuss the impact that the Dancestors have on a far more widely beloved part of Homestuck: the classpect system.

As we all know, the classpect system has two parts: the Class, such as 'Heir', and the Aspect, such as 'Breath'. Every sburb and sgrub player has a defined classpect, and every player we see in the comic has their classpect revealed at some point in time.

For the humans, every human has a unique class and a unique aspect. There are only eight of them who play sburb, so it makes sense for each of them to get one of the twelve options, as a shorthand for character differentiation. The Strilondes may be ectobiologically related, but each of the four has their own unique class and aspect.

For the trolls, though, there's something a little different that happens. Because there are only twelve aspects and fourteen classes, and because the master classes are only seen in-comic with the cherubs, there has to be overlap between the core twelve trolls and their Dancestors. Every class and aspect is used twice, in different combinations so that every troll has their own title.

What's interesting about the Dancestors' classpects, though, is that every Dancestor's aspect lines up with their respective core troll. The Captors, for example, are both Doom players, while the Vantases are both Blood players. They have different classes, but their aspect stays the same between the two of them.

Where this gets even more interesting is in the way the relationship between Dancestor and core troll works. Troll genetics is... hard to understand at best, and complicated even further when ectobiology is pulled into the mix, but we know that they have a concept of ancestors who provide the majority of their genetic code. We also know that each of the Dancestors is ectobiologically the ancestor of their respective core troll. The Dancestor Aranea Serket, for example, is genetically the same as Alternia's Mindfang; much in the same way that Jane Crocker is genetically the same as Nanna.

While we cannot say that the ancestry rules are the same for the sgrub players as they are for the rest of Trollkind, I believe that it is more informative and interesting to read the text in that way, because when we do there is a clear and incredibly useful correlation to be found. Because we do not see the trolls' ectobiology in action, I think it is reasonable to make the assumption that ectobiology machines tend to reflect the genetic combination practices of the species playing, and so would create a mother grub-like condition for the trolls as opposed to the parent-like condition that Jegbert had.

Assuming this to be true, then, and that the Dancestors share a large part of their genetic code with their respective core trolls, let's look back at the aspect connection.

Why are their aspects the same, but their classes different?

I believe it is a matter of nature vs nurture, where aspects are determined by nature and classes are determined by nurture.

The biggest difference between the trolls and their Dancestors is the world they were brought up in. The Dancestors lived in a world much more similar to our own, with many social issues being bureaucratic and political in nature; where the core trolls grew up in a much more violent and war-focused world. This is very clear in the canon of Homestuck, and established regularly throughout openbound.

This would, inevitably, lead to the Dancestors being raised and nurtured to implement their aspects in different ways from the core trolls. In turn, this brings them to have different classes.

Let's also look at what the basic setup of classpecting: classes have verbs (eg: bards and princes destroy) and are either passive or active (eg: bards destroy [aspect] while princes are destroyed by [aspect]), and aspects are the elemental forces affected by those verbs. From the Expanded Zodiac, we can further interpret aspects as a person's core values, and extrapolate that classes are how they interact with those core values.

This, too, lines up with the nature vs nurture interpretation of the classpect system. Both Karkat and Kankri are Blood players, and we can see that at their core both of them very heavily value the bonds between people. Those bonds are, for the Vantases, the most important parts of their lives. What's different between them is how they act on that belief: Karkat, as a Knight, helps (or, more properly, serves) the people he's bonded with and make sure they're happy and prospering, and is regularly the guy any of them go to for emotional advice; where Kankri, as a Seer, knows the connections between people and knows how to work with those connections to try and minimize conflict.

Karkat grew up in a world where he was marked for death from the day he was hatched, and the only way he would survive would be to serve powerful people and hope to impress them. He was nurtured into a role where helping people he's grown a bond with was useful and practical to keep himself alive and moving forward in the world.

Kankri grew up in a world where he was effectively a highblood's pet, and the only way he could further his place in society was to understand the connections between people and the complexities of a political bureaucracy. He was nurtured into a role where understanding the bonds between people was useful and practical to keep himself moving forward in the world.

Both of them, though, are still Blood players at their core.

While it is clearest and easiest to see this connection in the Vantases, it is, to my knowledge, true for all of the troll pairs.

This interpretation of classpecting, where classes are determined by nurture and aspects are determined by nature, may seem somewhat less than useful on the surface, but I believe that it is actually a GREATLY useful reference point for writing and developing characters, both in AUs and in original works.

Let's say you wanted to write a high school AU, but you were struggling to keep Karkat in character because of his more aggressive tendancies. Knowing that his Blood aspect is determined by nature would help to identify exactly what core values should be carried over, where having Knight be determined by nurture would help identify what might change or shift in this new version. Perhaps he's still a Knight, and he was still raised in a situation that led him to be knight-like, but it now takes the form of Karkat demanding that his friends have study groups together and ensuring that they're all ready for tests and quizzes.

It's flexible, of course, and should never be used as the single point of a character's personality, but I think that using the classpecting system to identify how a character's environments affect how they interact with their core belief is a really interesting and useful usage of the system.

TL;DR: I believe that the Dancestors' aspects being the same as their core troll counterparts while their classes differ indicates that classpecting is determined, in part, by the nature and nurture factors on a person's personality. Aspects are determined by nature and genetics, where classes are determined by nurture and environment. I think that this interpretation of the classpecting system is particularly interesting when creating characters and useful in analyzing characters both within and outside of Homestuck, as a way to identify how the way a character is raised leads them to interact with their core beliefs and values.

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D&D Quotes Without Context

Spooky Halloween Two-Shot Edition, part 1

“Well, if we don’t get the money the bank is going to foreclose on the orphanage and sell it to Old Man Keraptis! Who wants to turn it into a haunted amusement park!” "Rhett Surt, professional insurance instigator.” “I’m sure he’s just deeply misunderstood.” "I'm pretty sure he's a lich.” "We gotta do this tonight. In the event I'm right and he IS a lich, word has it he's gonna be out in the marshes, screaming at the moon with the Wizards of Whatley place. That gives us a window, assuming Mr. Johnson hasn't screwed us.” "Wait, Jotunsdotter. Are you related to a giant?” Janna shrugs. “Mom never really talked about dad much. Said he was slippery, silvertongued and tied up somewhere these days.” Shank nods: "Ah yes... those types often end up like that when they get into trouble they can't talk their way out of.” “This place is… unclean. I mean, it’s filthy, but it’s also unholy.” "Don't be silly, there are plenty of holes.” "Never split up in a spooky place that a religious person says is unholy!” "Ah, a wine cellar. Good vintage. Peanut of the Night.” From the pit, four large man sized mushrooms with long tendrils emerge. "I've read enough Tijagnoman Bibles to know where this is going!” Suddenly there is a gnome among you, in a long elven cloak clasped with the symbol of Poom, God of Suddenly Being There. Will: "Sorry I'm late: had to make sure the Truck wasn't following me.” You dodge the first tendril, but the other two grab your wrists. You slip out easily, but where the fungi touched you your skin bubbles and sloughs away. "Gah! I hate mushrooms so much.” "But they are tasty sautéed with wine.” The fungi are fun died. "Well done! That was unpleasant. What on the planes are they? and why are they here?” "Someone forgot to clean the basement for a decade or two?” "Time to head upstairs, no way I'm going to the Underdark: I've got enemies down there.” “And they have sexy spider ladies! I mean, regular spider ladies!” "I don’t see any journals, or strange discs. Or unmelted hands.” All these spirits are long since spoiled, or infected with fungi and mold. They might make serviceable vinegar, or give you a really bad trip before eating through your small intestine. The freezer opens with some effort. Its very dark and cold inside, several large sides of beef hang inside. The closest one is covered with what appears to be maggots. "That does not look like it is well-aged beef.” "We got a skitterer!” “This place has problems. We need a property flipper.” ”Rot grubs. Jeebus H Koala, this is no milk run.” “...This place is in dire need of an exterminator... or some arson.” "Yeah, let’s save the murderbasement for the return trip.” “Oh, hello, Mr. Squeekers!” "Probably stole some cheese from the larder.” “I think anything from this house's Larder more likely to eat the rat.” "Alright. This. Nobody said anything about running into this twisted nature and abominations. Did I miss a note that was passed around? Am I the only one out of the loop on this one?” "We're robbing a lich. What, you think this is Gravesoil parish with the chainsaw ponies?” “Those ponies are surprisingly polite.” "It'd take some omniphobic weirdo with too light a constitution for math to make that up.” "I found the door guys, let’s...Oh score that's a Pickman original.” "Is that a Owlplatypus?” "Okay, standard rules, grab anything that—the FUCK is that?” [insert Great Race of Yith picture] "Some kind of sea life, maybe?” “Fuck this shit with a dragon dildo. Let’s get the fuck out of this fucking fuck.” "It's like one of them mind-flayers banged a roper…" "Shank, you back in there?” “Yes. Now excuse me I need to stab a bitch in a glass case.” "Well, he's not smiling, so that's a maybe?” And as for you goblin. You should feel honored one of your kin was chosen to host one of the Great Race of Yith. “Wow. You are super racist. We don’t go for that kind of thing around here! Anymore!” I am not racist. All races are equally inferior to the Great Race. “Yes. That’s being racist!” "Yeah, but we weren't the ones with so much cotton stuffed up the ass that I expect you to cough up sheep.” "And Jeebus did say FORK YOU!” We have enemies. The flying Polyps. “If you��re over 40 you’re supposed to test for those every few years.” It sounds like a cat having angry sex with an accordion. OOC: So voiced by Gilbert Godfrey. Gotcha. Stop. Stabbing me. You. Stupid. Subcreature. “We aren’t subs! Well, I’m usually not, and I just me they rest so… you shouldn’t make assumptions!” Will looks down (well, sideways) at the dead alien. "So we're all agreed? We get out, torch the place, and tell the Goonion we found it like that?” "Is it the Truck, man? Is the truck coming for us?” GM: No, Truck-Kun is on another job today. "Okay. I know we said everything goes into the bag... But put the windows back.” "Mr Van Ghoul!?”

[homestuckexamination]

So, since the kids are related, are the trolls related as well? Are all the trolls on Derse and Prospit respectively related with each other, or are they related in groups of 2/3?

I've mentioned this before, but it's complex and really weird. Basically, the Trolls have four vats in the Ecto-lab, of 6 vials each. This means a total of 24 goo combos. This makes sense, because Trolls' genetic material is apparently different depending on them being with a Red or Black Partner. We don't know whether they are distributed something like, "Every black Prospit material, every red Prospit material" etc, or if they're "3 Prospit, 3 Derse" per vat, so it's impossible to tell what mixes fall into the mixer beneath when the process is activated. The Beta Trolls are clones of themselves so they're all unique and not related to each other, and the Dancestors are the ones made from a genetic slurry mix, so the minimum amount of Trolls each Dancestor would be 'related' to would be 3, and it's likely they'd be related to 6 of the Beta Trolls.

Now here's the kicker: None of this actually matters, because if Ectobiology follows the typical genetic relation of the species it replicates, despite all of this NONE Of them are actually related, not even direct descendency that shares a caste, because Mother Grubs lay so many eggs and there's so many generations of Trolls that it's considered extremely rare and almost unprecedented for two Trolls with the same sign to be alive at the same time, as Vriska mentioned with Mindfang. If we take Hiveswap as a measure of time, let's say both Earth and Alternia are displaced in the past one 'Parental Generation' of Trolls. On Earth, there's actually like, a year or something left until Jade lands. On Alternia, as seen in Pesterquest, HUNDREDS of years have passed between the Friendsim Trolls and the Beta Trolls. This is ONE Generation, Ancestors would be on the level of the Guardians, not Joey, meaning at least the equivalent of two Alternian Generations, and probably even more because Ancestors are basically seen as figures of MYTH on Alternia. So taking aaaall of that into account, it's entirely possible the Dancestors are related to the Beta Trolls in the same way you would be related to like... Genghis Khan.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Opinion | Ann Telnaes: The Jan. 6 big picture - Washington Post

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The J6 Report four days later. ::  December 26, 2022

Robert B. Hubbell

         The January 6th Committee released its final report four days ago. What have we learned? Although commentators and analysts are still digesting the report, there are a few “big” takeaways.

         The January 6th Committee was successful on three levels.

         First, without regard to potential criminal prosecutions or immediate political influence, the Committee has exhaustively documented the attempted coup and insurrection. That is a notable achievement—especially given the lack of enforceable subpoena power. True, there are gaps in the report that will likely be closed by grand juries, historians, and money-grubbing insurrectionists who decide to “tell all” when the applicable statutes of limitations have expired. Despite those limitations, no serious person can dispute that the Committee’s report is one of the most important investigative efforts to emerge from Congress.

         Second, the Committee has changed the narrative on Donald Trump. Although the Committee cannot take sole credit for Trump’s weakened posture, it changed the landscape in which his other failures have unfolded. See Maggie Haberman in NYTimes, A Diminished Trump Meets a Damning Narrative - The New York Times (nytimes.com). After reviewing Trump’s declining fortunes over the last six months, Haberman concludes,

Six months later, Mr. Trump is significantly diminished, a shrunken presence on the political landscape. His fade is partly a function of his own missteps and miscalculations in recent months. But it is also a product of the voluminous evidence assembled by the House committee and its ability to tell the story of his efforts to overturn the election in a compelling and accessible way.

          Third, the Committee’s work—especially its finely crafted public hearings—changed the prosecutorial narrative. It is indisputable that the pace and focus of DOJ investigations into the ringleaders of the coup and insurrection increased after dramatic testimony on June 9, 13, 16, 21, 23, and 28. The last date—June 28th—was devoted to the testimony of Cassidy Hutchinson. Her testimony was a capstone that fit the puzzle pieces together in a relatable, credible, and unassailable way. Her testimony left no doubt that Trump knew he incited an armed mob to attack the Capitol, that he planned to join them on the House floor, and that he became an enraged madman when his plans were foiled.

         But the Committee’s report was more than a summation of dramatic testimony. It is a compendium of evidence that makes sense of a chaotic episode in our nation’s history. Indeed, it weaves the facts in a way that leaves little room for special counsel Jack Smith to avoid a recommendation to indict Trump. For example, the issue of the “fake electors” has been lurking in the background of Trump’s potential criminal exposure. Philip Rotner explains in The Bulwark that the Committee’s work has removed any doubt that Trump should be prosecuted for participation in that scheme. See The Bulwark, What the Jan. 6th Report Says About the Fake Electors Scheme.

         As Rotner explains in his essay,

The path to prosecuting Trump for the fake elector scheme—either as a standalone crime or as a crucial element of a larger conspiracy to overturn the results of a presidential election—became much clearer last week with the publication of the  final report of the House January 6th Committee.

Until the publication of the report, there were arguably two open questions: (1) How high in the levels of Trump world did the scheme go? And (2), could at least some of the perpetrators assert a credible defense that they understood it was just a contingency plan to have electors in place in the event that the courts or state legislatures determined that Trump, not Biden, was the winner in one or more of the five states?

The report answered both questions. (1) The scheme went all the way to the top, right up to Trump himself. And (2), while some of the lower-level participants in the scheme—most likely some of the state-level GOP operatives who actually signed the phony certificates—may have been duped into believing that that it was a contingency plan, the higher ups who created and executed the scheme knew better.

They knew it was an action plan.

So it appears that the previously missing link—the link between the fake elector scheme and Trump himself—is no longer missing. Trump not only “participated” in the fake elector scheme, he orchestrated it.

         There is more detail in Rotner’s article, which I recommend in its entirety. But you get the point. If Merrick Garland was lagging in his investigation of the fake electors’ scheme, the January 6th Committee gave Jack Smith a roadmap. He appears to have taken the hint and has issued a slew of subpoenas to fake electors and state election officials involved in the scheme. See CNN, Special counsel Jack Smith has subpoenaed officials in all 7 states targeted by Trump allies in 2020 election.

         Indeed, the work of the Committee has been so prodigious that it has “flipped the script” on the usual investigative roles of Congress and the DOJ, as explained by Dennis Aftergut and Donald Ayer in The Hill, Jan. 6 Committee’s new report flips a script on history. As explained by Ayer and Aftergut,

The House Select Committee’s just-issued full report is an extraordinary compilation of evidence of Jan. 6 criminality aimed at overturning our republic.

It also represents something more: a testament to the resilience of our system and its ability — thanks to built-in redundant powers within multiple branches — to act when the rule of law is threatened.

Now in 2022, the select Committee has sent a roadmap for prosecution of another one-time president, Donald Trump, in the opposite direction — from Congress to federal prosecutors. The Committee’s report comes with its own marshaling of voluminous evidence — from its exhaustive investigation — in support of the charges the Committee wants filed against Trump: obstruction of an official proceeding, conspiracy to defraud the United States, false statements to the government, and insurrection.

         Again, there is more to the argument by Aftergut and Ayer, but the point is that the criminal justice system does not usually proceed in this order. Of course, the Committee was working under political deadlines that do not affect the ongoing work of the DOJ. but it is a marvel that the Committee could accomplish so much despite the limitations on its investigatory power. After four days of reflection, the monumental work of the Committee is coming into clear focus. As we have more time to digest the work of the Committee, we will undoubtedly find additional revelations and insights that will shape the course of our nation for years to come.

[Robert B. Hubbell Newsletter]