#group interp

[luv-again]

The “well struck Amy” is rotating in my mind. How would banter go between Shadamy?

And what would be the source for the banter?

okay. i tried to answer this at an earlier time but my entire response deleted 🤩 BUT i decided to take some extra time to put some special care in (aka adding ✨️ pictures !! ✨️). anyway, you have no idea how much this rotates in mine !! idk if this is common knowledge, but team sonic racing is genuinely the reason i rediscovered shadamy and fell into the sonic fandom in the first place. i grew up on the sonic racing games, they hold such a special place in my heart 🥹🩷

so behold, as bee talks, at length, about tsr and how this can best be interpreted for further shadamy banter because she has no self-control or sense of brevity

under the cut <3

shadamy banter

shadow and amy’s connection pre-tsr is only a small handful of interactions based on acts of kindness, trust and respect. but then this game comes along and gives us something else : playful banter

amy is a lot harder to speak on, as her playful jibes extend to the majority of the cast (a true feast for your multishipping needs <3) but she gets the opportunity to unleash her more competitive side, which i feel is somewhere between hardcore and social in this game. with shadow, a lot of her lines aren't too harsh on him, but when they are,, she's actively wanting him to give it back. i'll do a few little dialogue dissections further down, since what and how she speaks to him is quite interesting

as for shadow, the difference is a lot clearer and HE is the reason why i'm on the shadamy train. what he says to amy is just— i'll get to that. his wit in tsr alone is nothing short of caustic. he rips into his opponents with little care - telling them to suck it up or dishing out backhanded comments. but amy ? oh, he puts a little more care into his words with her. he knows and means exactly what he says and he's even a little smug ! he can get into teasing with her without being downright mean (actually, in retrospect i that might be a lie. in my gameplay experience he's never been rude to her). this side of shadow was almost completely lost after sa2 and heroes, so for his character alone, these little moments where he can be a little silly again is so great (my blorbo, my scrunkly <3)

now who would i be if i didn't do full-on voice line dissections (it's the english/actor kid in me, i fear). of course my word is not gospel and i am just cherry-picking lines and looking at them through the shadamy lens, so feel free to take my analyses with a grain of salt if you want :)

if you want to listen to the audio yourselves, here's some voice clips provided by TrailBlazer1 on youtube : amy // shadow

amy lines

she's so egging him on. if it were anyone else, i'm sure they wouldn't get away with it, but amy ?? oh, she can prod away with him. she wants him to retaliate in this low-stakes situation. she's inviting him to the fun !! she's the cutest <3

look at the competitive edge coming in ! maybe she's trying to tell him she's more than capable of crushing him (which i'm sure he's aware of). it's both a warning and an encouragement to face her

ooohhh boy. her tone in this one is lower, level; challenging. this girl wants the "ultimate life form" to live up to the name, to back up what he preaches and— no way this wouldn't kick him into gear. that's such a splinter under the skin type of comment. if anyone can get through to shadow, it's amy (i am very much a broken record on that one lmao). think what you want about this statement but i'm also giving it the innuendo eyes 👀

shadow lines

oh come on, shadow full well knows amy isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. shadow in any other case treats her like a lady better than most. this is a tease, a pisstake, if you will 🤭 point is, i don't think he's actually all that mad about her giving him a good one-two on the track

okay, in all fairness this seems a tad rude, but hear me out. shadow's obviously regarding amy's poor performance here. BUT. i like to think he holds amy in high regard — an equal, dare i say — and seeing her show anything that's sub-par probably disappoints him as much as it would as if it were him in her place. i want to interpret this one as pushing her to be the best she can be because he knows she's a worthy opponent / ally

when i said he was the reason i'm on the shadamy train, THIS was the comment that sold me. go ahead, tell me this isn't banter. tell me this isn't teasing. tell me this isn't a blatant innuendo. do WHAT, shadow ? want to explain that one to the class or— ? jokes aside, not only is he teasing her, he enjoys getting a reaction from her, else what does he mean by "i can do this all day" ? no, he wants to. what he'd do to get amy to react so animatedly . . . he wants to be the one eliciting these reactions from her.

. . . or something. like i said, salt grains, but that's the subtext i get

long and unwanted dribble aside, what would further shadamy banter look like ?

TL;DR : i think it best comes through where they can be competitive and not too serious about it. see reckless challenges, teasing jabs and subtle innuendos ;)

this "well-struck" comment from the crossworld previews really sits right with me overall, shipping goggles or not. shadow still shows he respects amy and treats her as an equally formidable opponent and that's something i really love about their dynamic : they never undermine or underestimate each other

all in all, i am so excited to see what crumbs crossworlds has for us !! i am itching with all the possibilities. it's so nice to see these two cut loose and interact, however briefly <3

thank you so much for these asks as always, they really fuel my chatty side hehehe >:)

[charliefqirie]

What made you so drawn to Ozzy

you know, i’ve also wondered that myself for a while, but i think i figured it out.

ozzy, at first, did not stand out to me when i first got into the game. ozzy was just, there. my favorite was ted when i started.

ozzy’s a side character that doesn’t have much going for him. literally his only purpose in the game is to be killed. he’s just there to die. and he does not show any likeable traits to the average player, he’s a whiny, annoying, self-centered brat who’s constantly complaining every time you speak to him. he even told madison to take a bath first thing after she escaped (which i really don’t believe makes him a jerk, i mean being covered in unidentifiable slime is kinda gross don’t u think) who would like a character like that? ozzy’s really the most forgettable character in the game. these are thoughts i’ve noticed people always have abt ozzy. i didn’t really share these sentiments and didn’t think of ozzy as annoying but i certainly wasn’t that interested in him before, he was just neutral to me.

buggs and cindy are less liked than the rest of the characters but they’re still more liked than ozzy because they are fun and hilarious characters, with interesting dynamics to explore. i feel like the SLIME GANG, the characters who have like 3 lines of dialog at most get more love than ozzy. gives people a lot of room to explore the potential of what their characters could be. and ozzy? ozzy’s just there.

but maybe, that’s the reason why i started to like him?

i’m not much for genuinely hating characters without reason, the very idea makes me sad and pitiful. i never hated ozzy, he’s just five, of course he’s going to act like that. but i wasn’t that drawn to him back then either. (i also dont like it when people hate on cindy to a concerning extent. like yeah she’s a little brat i can understand why people would dislike her, i don’t like it when that happens but i still understand why people would, but to the point of genuine burning hatred is when it’s concerning and disturbing. she’s still just five. ah, but that topic is for another day. i’ll continue abt ozzy.)

back then in the old fandom, i had a friend who loved loved ozzy a lot, ozzy was their favorite and they cherished him. they shared their thoughts on why they loved ozzy and the potential his character has. it was their love that made me start to appreciate ozzy a bit more. but ozzy was still not my favorite still. i appreciated him a bit more but he was still kind of put to the side with me.

then kg3 got announced.

with the new game coming out, i found myself returning back to my old roots, with new people to share the interest. i didn’t even realize there was still a fandom after all this time. a small one, sure, but it’s still just as lively. it was around this time when ozzy started to shine to me.

i looked back at previous memories, looked back at old kg convo’s with friends, and one person stood out to me. this person, very obviously, hated ozzy. it was upsetting to me to see, especially since i had a friend who loved ozzy. they cut ozzy out of his own canon friend group a lot, made jokes of “who cares abt ozzy” and made his character quite unlikeable in their au’s. made madison break up with ozzy even, and made ozzy into this pathetic mess of an unlikeable character. essentially made him even more unlikeable than canon. all of this, genuinely upsetted me. i hate seeing characters treated like this. maybe they had a valid reason for disliking ozzy, maybe ozzy reminded them of a toxic friend they used to know or smthn, but looking back at old convos and seeing all that ozzy hate really perturbed me. i couldn’t stand seeing characters treated like this. and it was all that hate that made me realized really just how underappreciated and exaggerated ozzy was in the fandom.

seriously, ozzy really wasn’t as bad people thought. and he’s NOTHING like tweek from south park?? he’s not spazzy and nervous at all? he’s really more angry and uptight! (AND BY THE WAY MADISON DID NOT ASK FOR A HUG AND I DONT KNOW WHERE PEOPLE CAME TO BELIEVE THAT SHE ASKED FOR ONE WHEN SHE DIIDDNNNNTTTTTTTTT ITS A COMMON MISCONCEPTION IN THE FANDOM AND IT MAKES ME ANGRYYYYY. LITERALLY LOOK UP A CREATURE FEATURE PLAYTHROUGH, SKIP TO THE END AND YOU CAN SEE SHE DID. NOT. ASK. FOR A HUG. Anyways,) and, he was even willing to make friends with kidd after an act of kindness (which, tragically, ended in ozzy’s demise.) he was just sad. he was just sad and miserable that his friends were gone suddenly, and he lashed out. but people focused on his tantrums, they didn’t focus on why. all they say was a whiny brat who constantly complained and it was all of that that made the fandom turn their backs on him. people didn’t even remember ozzy CANONICALLY HAS FRIENDS. HAS A GIRLFRIEND. madison and ron. barely did i ever see them all in one post. BARELY. i was an avid member of the fandom and saw lots of fanarts and i saw almost NOTHING of ozzy and his friends. ozzy was always by himself. madison and ron were always paired with alice. ozzy was literally REPLACED with alice to make the slime gang. ozzy’s friends were paired with alice instead. ozzy was fucking replaced and it made me genuinely upset to see. did no one fucking pay attention to that? did everyone really fucking forget when ozzy literally complained about missing his friends all the time? why was ozzy replaced?

it was all this mistreatment that made me pity ozzy. perhaps this was why i started liking him. perhaps it was out of pity and anger at how much his character was mistreated. and with all this pity, all this anger, it made me pay attention to him more, it made me see his potential as a character.

it opened my eyes.

i started to think abt him more, thought about his good sides and moments, thought abt how fun his character could be and the potential dynamics he could have. and with his little quirks and traits, i even started to headcanon reasons for it. why’s he so germaphobic? haha, perhaps it was dr danner’s fault and he traumatized him. why does he like destructotron so much? perhaps his friends introduced him to it, and now that toy is his favorite, as it is the only memory he has of them now. and, i think ozzy’s more kinder than people think, he opened up to kidd after a single gift, ozzy’s really just mad at the new kids that they took his beloved friends away, but with that single act of kindness made him realize, ah, maybe they aren’t so bad. really, he’s just lonely, you know? my pity for him opened my eyes to how much potential his character has, especially since he wasn’t as developed as the other characters, so i did it myself. i developed him myself, gave him lots of headcanons, as i am passionate about him and i believed in him, all this pity was the stepping stone in me starting to enjoy him a lot, lot more. he has a lot of potential and i want to use it. i believe he’s an underappreciated lovely, lonely child who’s angry at the world. and i like to believe he’s genuinely kinder than people think, and that he cares. (i believe he felt a heart dropping amount of guilt when he told madison to take a bath. how could he say that after seeing her again? his germaphobia is somethign he cannot control and he hates it, it inconveniences him and now it’s inconveniencing his loved ones and he hates it. i believe the next day, he gave madison (knowing that she already took a bath ofc) a hug and a gift because he truly missed her and felt guilty he couldn’t hug her before.) he loves and cares and he laughs and cries. he loves his friends and he loves his toy and he loves his games. and i cherish him, and i want to give him something to be happy about. i want to be part of the tiny tiny club that truly enjoys ozzy as a character because he deserves it. he deserves some people who genuinely like him in this cruel fandom who only saw him and ignored him because of his whiny tantrums.

I believe he’s a good character and I like him.

perhaps it is pathetic to be so passionate about a fictional character, but does it really matter? i am still passionate. i am passionate and it gives me a drive.

[instinctsxbad]

*scratching at the walls thinking about how no one has adapted Peter’s college arcs in a consistent and satisfying way.*

[sunysunyy]

the importance of a child's environment

eraser;;cloud;;mic headcanons

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hizashi gives off for me the vibe as someone who has too big of a family, the middle of the siblings, a listener to most part of his life, emotionally rejected, gives gives gives but never receives, gets silenced a lot whenever feeling/voicing out strong emotions, and bullied in form of isolation 'cause people thought he was overwhelming and scary 'cause of his quirk {buries himself in work upon work to distract his mind from feelings and emotions he is not sure how to handle without screaming or punching, takes care of others in part of empathetic worry and in part emotional projection, talks a lot 'cause he never got the chance to speak as much at home - even moreso pos-oboro's death, wanting to cover and forcefully move on from his painfully obvious absence}

shouta gives off for me the vibe as someone who was severely judged by peers, isolated by others for his quirk, lives with a single parent in a rich environment, not very noticeable by most, compared to a lot, and gifted kid syndrome (lack of self-esteem, survivor's guilt pos-oboro's death and a severe case of self-sacrifice, relying on logistics and rationality but a deeply emotional heart to things he so far emotionally buried)

oboro gives off for me the vibe as someone who grew up as a highly sensitive child, very loved by his cheerful nature but not cared for by his overall person, an only child who is very parentfied by emotionally unstable single parent, and growing up as a very empathetic person but made as a people-pleaser - considerably worsened when under Afo's commands (self-abandonment issues heavily shown through kurogiri, care extending far beyond the programming they implemented on him to only care for tomura, and suicidal tendencies up 'till his final genuine wish to protect)

🌕 ⸻'''

[deviousdiesel]

this blog has so much d10 and lady content i don't even blame people if they're mad my url may have mislead them but truthfully this is a diesel appreciation blog i'm here to study them like ants

[rosethreeart]

sometimes I think about making a discord server just for me and The Mutuals

but then I snap out of it

hahahaha....unless...

[mxrccuryy]

Hard to read, part two

part one | part two | part three

♡ pairing theodore nott x fem!reader ♡ summary theodore nott  is so difficult to read, even though you pride yourself in being able to read others flawlessly. your friend, pansy is convinced that the boy likes you, but you’re really not sure. so, pansy makes you a bet. one week and theo asks you out, otherwise, she pays for everything you want at hogsmeade for a year. ♡ wordcount 1462 ♡ warnings house isn’t really specified but probably slytherin. theo is taller than reader.

sunday

pansy plopped down in the chair next to theo. the boy didn’t even look up, the aura of his friend was enough for him to know who it was. 

however, the girl opted to stay silent and just stare at him.

“what d’you want?” he asked, finally taking his eyes off of the book he was reading. 

“you like y/n,” she said seriously.

theo’s eyes widened [slightly] in shock.

“don’t deny it, nott,” pansy threatened, her pointer finger drawing circles in the air in front of his nose. “you are going to confess to her,”

“like shit, i am,” theo scoffed, eyes naturally finding his way back to his book, not making any effort in reading anymore. pansy noted how he didn’t deny it.

“you are going–,” pansy’s sentence was cut short when she heard footsteps come down from the girls dormitory. 

there you were in all your glory. with confident steps you stood in front of the two, at first glance, it looked like theo wasn’t paying attention to you at all. his eyes stayed glued to the words on the pages of his book. but theo wasn’t focusing on the words, instead the only thing that replayed in his head were your soft spoken words which asked them if you had to wait for them to go to dinner.

much to your dismay, it was pansy who answered you. she told you to go ahead, that she and theo had some stuff to speak about. before you could turn around, you were greeted with a sly wink coming from your best friend. 

the entire common room stayed silent. the only noise that echoed between the cold walls were your shoes hitting the floor and the ultimate closing of the door. 

theo eyes had followed your figure from the moment you had turned around but he had kept his head low, so that in the chance that you turned back around, he could pretend like he wasn’t watching you.

“you’ve got till sunday,” pansy smirked at him, happy at what she had caught with her own two eyes. 

theo looked at her in slight shock as she pranced out of the common room, blowing him an air kiss right before the door closed. 

theo took one of his hands and pushed back his hair. in the process he let his head fall back on the backrest of the couch. 

he was in for a treat.

monday

like usual, you were one of the first people of your and pansy’s friend group to make it to the great hall for dinner. it was only yesterday that you had made the bet with pansy. nothing had happened. you thought you had caught him staring at you during herbology this morning. when you, a second later, turned your head back to him, it looked like he hadn’t looked up at all. 

he was so invested in the conversation between mattheo and lorenzo. you probably just imagined it. afterall, there was part of you that wished for pansy’s words to be true.

dinner with the other slytherin was always a surprise. sometimes you’d sit alone, and sometimes you’d be surrounded by them. it all depended on who was first to choose their seats. most of the time, pansy would try and sit next to you no matter what.

right as you took a bite out of your food, you felt the air next to you shift. someone had sat down next to you. out of habit you turned towards the person, believing it to be pansy. you were ready to tell her newest drama that you had overheard while sitting alone.  

you quickly swallowed your words in. it wasn’t pansy at all who came to sit next to you, it was nott. theodore nott. 

“oh,” you said, surprised. not being able to help the confused waver in your voice. “hello?” 

theo only nodded. he interpreted your confusion as disappointment. the poor slytherin was close to standing up and walking away again, he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable around him.

obviously he was wrong.

at the same time, your mind was racing at a hundred miles an hour as well. when you looked down the table [at the same time as theo] you spotted a very proud looking pansy nodding her head. she was encouraging theo to stay where he was.

but it your eyes, it  was the proof you needed, it was pansy who asked him to sit next to you. he didn’t want to sit there.

obviously, you were wrong.

tuesday

your books dug painfully into your arm as you finally exited the defence against the dark arts classroom. after what felt like hours, you were finally ready to spend your free time lying down on your comfortable bed. if it wasn’t for the wall you had just bumped into. though it was surprisingly fleshy and smelled really nice.

slowly you looked up and met the eyes of the italian slytherin.

“sorry,” you apologised at once, shuffling backwards again. your gaze shifted back to the ground. 

theo smiled slightly at how cute you looked. 

“you’re going to the common room?” he asked.

“yeah,” you answered, building up the courage to look up once again. 

“alright,” he answered simply. without any other words being exchanged, he walked down the hallway, his hands safely secured in the pockets of his trousers.

you stayed behind, confused as to what the point of that conversation was.

abruptly, theo stopped and turned to look at you. 

“What are you waiting for?” he asked, void of emotions.

“what do you mean?” you asked him, still just as confused.

“i’m walking you to the dorm,” he said, like it was obvious. “what does it look like?”

“well,” you quickly caught up to him. “not like that,”

the little hike started quite rough. both of you were awkward and didn’t really know what to say. but once you brought up the lesson you had. the conversation seemed to just flow perfectly. not once was there a moment of silence and for the first time, you swore you heard him laugh. 

it was so great that you were even sad when you saw the door to the common room. you didn’t want the conversation to end but it had to.

wednesday

theo had had a rough day. in two days, slytherin was playing against gryffindor. their team leader has been forcing more and more training sessions on the players than ever before.

the slytherin loved quidditch. the wind in his face, the speed that made his heart race every time. the feeling he got when he heard the other slytherins cheering for him was amazing. a nice added bonus was also seeing you in the stands. as a proud friend of theirs, you were there for every match, no matter the weather. and god, did he think that you looked amazing in green. it would have been even better if it was his jersey you were wearing, not some random other green thing you owned.

he followed his other team members inside the common room. his boots dragged over the floor as he left behind a trail of dirt and mud. it was cold outside and it had been raining and snowing at the same time which made the landscape very muddy and clad with not so pretty looking snow.

while the others were long gone up the steps and into their respective dorm rooms, theo stayed behind. He stared at a figure curled up on the couch, a book lay long forgotten on their lap. at once he recognized the person.

softly, theo made his way over. his hands grabbed the book on your lap. he made a mental note of which page you were on, before closing it softly and placing it on the coffee table. 

he had thought about waking you up. telling you that your neck was going to hurt in the morning but he couldn’t get himself too. you’d be too surprised that it was him worrying about you and not pansy or someone else.

he straightened out his back again, looking around the room for something he could put over you. the slytherin dungeons were notorious for getting really cold, especially at night. 

he didn’t spot anything. so without a second thought, he placed his broom down on the ground and started taking off his jacket. 

he bent down a second time to place it softly over your shoulder.

being seemingly happy with his work, he picked up his broom again and made his way down to his own bedroom.

he found it very difficult to sleep though.  his mind kept him up by showing him the image of you asleep over and over again.

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[dogydayz]

IT'S TIME FOR THE ANNUAL DOGYDAYZ ART POST!! Sorry for being inactive here, for anyone interested, I have a Bsky I use far more often now (DogyDayz there too!). I mostly stepped away from Tumblr because I just felt like my work wasn't exactly meant for this platform, but Scourge being one of my favs who I have VERY specific ideas abt and interps of also contributed. I can't exactly help how particular I am about him (or Fiona), and being a system with both of them as headmates doesn't do much to help either, so I just decided to stick to my friend groups. BUT!!! Here I am to dump some art! If anyone cares at all, I've also gotten super into EXEs and Sonicpastas alongside MaxDesignPro, so if anyone wants to see that art let me know and maybe I'll get more active here!

Anyway, the Metal Sonic featured here belongs to @the_reaplet and is a part of our collaborative RP storyline! The guy who looks real messy with the head bandages is also my anti-Jules interp, who's unique from probably every other interp probably solely because he's not actually a bad person. That art is of him possessing his necromanced body, also part of that storyline with Salsa.

And, yes. My Fiona design has gold eyes. Because it looks better.

[novashelby]

I would like to share a hobby of mine with you

***None of the letters above are my own

*Not my photo ------> If you are writing first, I would stick to 2-3 pages. Tell them the most important/interesting things about you. Also, it is important to ask questions as well.

*I do not own this image

---------> Extras are not mandatory. Pen paling strictly means pen friend. Meaning, the letter you write. However, you can add fun extras. I would actually stick away from seeds(environmental regulations) and perfume(allergies).

How to find a pen pal? There are many different sites and groups where you can find pen pals. I have been pen paling for almost 15 years! I have a box of letters from all around the world. Some people I still talk to and unfortunately some are only fond memories. However, I occasionally look back on them and smile.

Here are some great sites: Global Penfriends-This site does a wonderful job in limiting sketchy people/scamming. However, you are only allowed one message every 12 hours. That being said, if you have it to spare, for $15 dollars you can get 10 snail mail credits. :) So, you can search through your filters and pick 10 people to write to and you just send them a letter.

Students of the World-Very 90's like, but I find it to be a very safe option for younger people. Great if you are learning French as it is French owned.

Pen Pal World-Also great at limiting scammers and fakes. Though you are only allowed 5 messages every so many hours.

Hi!Pen Pal-Also a bit glitchy, but since it is Korean owned(I think) it is great for finding pen pals from Asia!

There are groups on Facebook as well: Worldwide Snail Mail Pen Pals Snail Mail Worldwide Pen Pals Ladies Only

*I would personally stay away from Interpals. I have found good friends on there, but I have also been stalked/harassed.

[chessboredom]

Hello hiii 👋i am ngl my fandom experience tends to be very isolated to my friend group and the few art blogs i follow and i favor writing for ocs involved in canon situations or interacting with canon characters (again for myself & friends, I'm a very reclusive person lol) so I didn't know there were such vast differences between the eng and kr text in crk. And when put side by side I see how we got from point A to point B, and it seems to be by running over every line of dialogue and smoothing it out until it loses all its topography. When trying to read shmilk's character and his dynamic with pv it felt like I was trying to read between the lines to grasp at the greater picture within. And then I saw your kr translation and god tier analysis (god bless) and actually that's so much easier to follow and I'm sad to see something as simple as a difference in tone (sincere reaction vs performance/storytelling) get lost in translation when it could've easily been incorporated?? Some localization teams act like they're going to be beat with rocks to death if they don't play it as safe as humanly possible which is a shame. Shmilk has always been a complex character to me and I'm still learning to write him but your translations have made me more confident. Character interps will inevitably vary from person to person bc no two brains are the same and even if it will be read by me and like one more person, I still want to have as faithful an interpretation as my mind can grasp lol so thank you for broadening my horizons :]

P.S. English is my second lang and while I'm very busy you're inspiring me to learn kr now. P.S P.S One last thing I wanted to say is shmilk (ep8 especially) strongly reminds me of the phrase "Misery loves company" (and what good company it is)

Awww you're welcome. <<3333

OUGH the last one hit me. Misery loves company is so ShadowVanilla.

[beyondbinaries]

I'm posting this a bit early in case the 12th isn't a good mental health day. And I'm sorry if the random tag is annoying or if this post takes up too much space on dash.

On Oct 12 2016, I made a coincedental decision that has changed my life as a whole. A choice that has led me to so much pain but also so many happy memories and irreplcable friends. I made my pfp on Quotev a Genis Sage picture and somehow ended up involved in a Symphonia rp group 💕.

I had loved Genis as a character since I was a child watching my sister play at my Nanny's (my cousin would always delete her save before we even reached triet) and when we got a copy of the game when I was around 11/12 I had him on my team for the most part. It was my fascination with half elves and the mysterious Kharlan War Era that led to the creation of Mana, Oracle, Lee, 3rd, and Sunny. But those were all just childish writing in a notebook I hid from the world. Im sure lil me would die on the spot to hear that they are charas so many people know. I always knew that I loved to write but it was for charas like Sherlotta who were niche and not from a series as big as Tales so I never wrote Genis. Well until that day, I was too awkward to tell them I wasnt an rp blog and fully committed to it.

And look where that has led me. Here to you all. This journey may have been long and filled with things I'd never wish on anyone but I'm happy. So many of you have encouraged me and been there for me. I love and appreciate you all. Under the cut imma try to have things for a lot of you all word wise as gratitude. But thank you all so much, there are no amount of words or tangible sentences to express how much you all mean to me. And a happy birthday to my Genis interp who I wish i still wrote

@pyonpyonpyon ; Yuki youve been around since I started on here and damn time sure does fly. Thank you for always sticking around and plotting some of the most insane relations w/ me (Moe and Yuuri family) and dealing with tye silly kyubey meming I did back in 2017 (its been that long)

@mermaus ; sobs you know how much i lov and appreciate you but I will reiterate here... Lena you have stood by me for so much, have made my day so many times, etc. You are one of the most talented people on this website and in general? You are funny, kind, brave, strong, amazing. Im forever thankful to have met you and to be in your life. I am so eagerly awaiting the day we can meet and I can hug you irl.

@strebcr ; Pineapple !!! I am so so glad to have reconected with you! You are truly an amazing person and i am forever blessed to be considered your friend.

@in-sum ; Puyo !! Sobs I am so glad we were able to reconnect again, you are an amazing friend and you are always there for me. Youve stood in my corner when I was going through some of my worst times and I am forever grateful. You are talented and kindhearted and you stand up for what you believe is right.

@malusrecord / @constellationcrowned ; Kala!!!!!! It goes without saying how amazing of a writer and person you are. You bring so much life to your characters and it truly shows. I always find myself reading and rereading your posts when I am active on dash. You deserve all the good things in the world. And thank you so much for being my fren, I will always enjoy our dms and learning more about series i never thought I'd enjoy.

@ervaurem ; Shai!! I appreciate ypu so heckin much, you are such a kind and thoughtful person. I adore your presence on my dash and i adore the bonds between our characters. You've been there for me for such a long time now and I cant ever thank you enough..

@ofstarsandskies , @mathcs , @altosk , @cataclysmus , @talesofourworlds , and @broadswordandpistol ; a big catch all for all the wonderful people I met during festitales, despite how rough i am forever thankful for the oppurtunity I was given to force others into my point and click dm style of adventure. I have so much I cam say to each n every one of you 🥺

@solivcgant ; Mochi Mochi!! I am so sorry for the crimes Mana has committed against food and Eiji's mental health (eggbear eggs painge). I enjoy your presence and dog memes so much. You are so cool amd amazing aaa.

@twinklesofhope ; Ringo!! You are so talented and seeing you around makes me so happy.

@canidgrit / @nickitsden ; Fox!!! Hi we don't write together often but you are such a joy to see on my dash.

@biisutoarm ; Red!!! Hewwo hewwo, i love your Elfman so much he is such a treat and seeing him on dash always brightens my day. You are such a talented writer !

@osovereign ; Rinni! Hi hello, you are such an amazing and wonderful person. I have a lot of fun dming and writing with you. Its so nice to write with you again (I found a draft from like Jan 2017 on an old blog for you and i had to stop and stare at it lol--). I appreciate you so much and I hope to keep expanding Kratos' collection of poor Mana art.

@ednaeflowers ; Jenny!! Hi!! I know we aren't all that close or anything but you are such a delight to see on my dash. The Eizen and Edna thread we have is near and dear to my heart. I also really appreciate Mana and Edna's little friendship thing. I just really love your Edna interp 🥺, you are so talented and I appreciate you.

And to anyone else who read this far down, I love and appreciate you so much. Even if we don't speak or really write together. I genuinely believe each and every person I follow are talented individuals.

[irithnova]

About my Siberia ocs...

So I think it's important to balance their characterisation in a way in which they are distinctive characters with interesting personalities and backstories but also acknowledges the challenges they face without making their entire character essentially "They're sad all the time because of Russia" or "Stop talking about their struggles under Russia I don't like politics."

I think both are problematic however I find the latter to be far more distasteful because well. This is a nation personification OC we're talking about and not only that, they're essentially nations within a nation (Russia) by virtue of colonisation and so are minority groups within the larger nation. Hell - because of displacement and immigration from European Russia , a lot of these groups are minorities within their own lands. It's a special case when dealing with minority groups/occupied people personifications and it's particularly egregious when someone wants to forgo any kind of acknowledgement of these power imbalances yet still insists that their interpretation is sensitive.

I've seen some pretty bad OCs of Siberian groups which are the product of the creator going "I hate politics stop talking about politics!" or, an almost direct quote, "I hate when people shove politics into historical hetalia." Which... Is an interesting take to say the least considering how history feeds into politics and vice versa. Historical hetalia is a beast in an of itself and is one of the only hetalia communities/bubbles in which "no politics" will get you laughed out the door from what I've seen considering *gestures to my previous statement*. If you've ever taken a history course - you'll know how much history and politics are intertwined.

This is how you get interps which consists of the likes of "Russia was wandering around the empty lands of Siberia" which not only blatantly disregards the brutality of the Russian colonisation of Siberia but also promotes the concept of "Terra Nullius" or "Virgin Land". I'm quoting myself from an even bigger post I have in store which focuses on anti Mongolian sentiment however stereotypes about Mongolians and Siberian groups often overlap because of their placement in Northern Asia, hence why it applies to both,

"In addition, to hone in on Mongolia being an "untouched, pristine" land - this is also a common trope that is launched towards traditionally nomadic "unsettled groups” (such as Siberian and Native American groups). The concept of "Terra Nullius", a Latin word meaning "nobody's land". It completely disregards the presence and rights of the people who inhabit the land and has been historically used to justify the colonisation and displacement of such groups - their land belonged to "nobody" so it was essentially up for grabs...It divorces the people from their landscape and paves the way for dangerous misconceptions and justifications to blossom.

Here is an example of "Terra Nullius" in action in a Russian propaganda poster, encouraging Russians to move to Kazakhstan."

Or interps such as "[Siberian group] has forgiven Russia for everything he did/most things he did and is in love with him" which implies that the mistreatment of the Siberian groups is merely something in the past when it is in fact ongoing. The mistreatment of Siberian groups such as the Sakha, Buryats, Chukchi and Tuvans has been all the more highlighted in their disproportionate mobilisation in the invasion of Ukraine - and the heaps of scapegoating that was subsequently shovelled onto them.

That's not to say ethnic minority soldiers in the Russian army shouldn't be held accountable for their crimes - however that and the fact that they themselves are victims of Russian imperialism can both exist as true statements. The scapegoating is so bad that even Pope Francis joined in, blaming the brunt of the war crimes committed onto "Non Russians" such as Buryats and Chechens, as they do not come from "Russian culture."

Back to my main point... I think the resistance to do research on and publicly acknowledge how these groups live under Russia and what kind of struggles they face in some kind of bid to "not paint them as victims!!11" is sorely misinformed and ignorant. Because well. They are victims.

Not in the sense that you should portray them as sad, pitiful, weak little meow meows but in the sense that yes they are living under Russian occupation and are an occupied people who's been subjected to centuries of Russification, and so compared to making an OC of Mongolia who is an independent nation state at least I think there is far less room to be hauling around "leave politics out of historical hetalia!" "don't talk to me about politics!" "stop victimising them!!" because then it leads to tone deaf interpretations such as "They've forgiven Russia for everything and is in love with him ♥️💖", "Russia is actually [Siberia groups] father", "Here is my singular Siberia OC who represents ALL Siberian groups and by the way Russia is their father" (yes these are all real interpretations I've seen and I've made a separate really strongly worded post ranting about it) and worse. I mean I've literally seen an "aph Siberia oc" who was Russia and France's love child. Terra Nullius executed Hetalia-style.

I don't really think I need to elaborate on why a singular Siberia OC is problematic - Siberia is filled with a myriad of different groups who speak different languages, have different origins and ways of lives and practices, different religions, who've experienced eras of peace and conflict with each other, etc and yeah to shove them all into one personification is an erasure of the sheer diversity that is in Siberia. I definitely don't need to elaborate on why making Russia a father to any of these groups is problematic, to say very the least.

On the point of "don't only portray them in a victimising lense", I think making Siberian groups all depressed all the time is also a Russia-centric perspective. Of course it's ignorant at best to not acknowledge their shared suffering because of Russia however when this point and this point alone is central to their character I believe in a way that it strips them of their autonomy and ability to feel things and do things outside of Russia's gaze. There is absolutely a lot of joy to be had despite their current situation, perhaps even in spite of their current situation. It's ok to give them odd quirks and put them in funny situations as well as acknowledge that they are an occupied people and approach that territory carefully when need be.

For example, I made my Buryatia bubbly and loud but made my Tuva a bit more deadpan because I see them as a pair who often associate with each other and I think the dynamic is funny. I also made Buryatia an overbearing "husband" to Soyot who is perpetually tired™ from all the se- .

I made a crack dynamic between Sakha, Evenkia and Dolgan where Evenkia was Sakha's teacher at first but then became a deadbeat dad leaving Sakha to primarily raise Dolgan, thus Dolgan takes after Sakha and is uh lawyermaxxing👍. Yukaghir is the little old lady of the group who is often forgetful but very nifty and Chukotka acts like a big sister to people which Koryak (who I see as her brother) always finds annoying and they often bicker. Ket is on the slightly edgy side and is extremely particular about his routines and Nganasan terrifies Nenet because he eats reindeer whereas Nenet doesn't.

All of these quirks/ more lighthearted interpretations and "they are an occupied people under Russia" can coexist. One should not be thrown out for the sake of the other.

I think there's also problem - though I've seen this far less, in making Siberia ocs purely as a middle finger at Russia. As in, you made the OC because you wanted to say loud and proud FUCK RUSSIA which well yeah, fuck Russia, but I highly doubt your interest in this group lies outside of wanting to #own the Russians which is dehumanising in and of itself. At least pretend to care about the history and culture instead of using an entire group of people to make a virtue-signally oc purely to try and upset some Russians.

Anyways yeah Siberia 👍

[ammonitetheseaserpent]

so uuuuhhhh the recent copyright BS that’s been announced has spurred me to publicly loredump abt my sprunki interp. out of Spite. anyhoo

Biology/Magic

Sprunki are very evolutionarily malleable, and have great variety among them, drawing from real and mythical creatures of Earth in terms of appearance and some biology

Their music can also be influenced by the area in which they’re born

They have at least some innate magic, though some have more powerful magic than others, and not all of them can fully harness it for like. spells and stuff; it mostly manifests in small, natural abilities for certain types of sprunki (plus there’s a magical element to their music-making)

A sprunki’s potential to wield usable magic is heavily influenced by their environment; if a young sprunki grows up surrounded by magic users, it’ll be much easier/more likely for them to develop those skills - this also extends to if a specific type of magic is most commonly practiced (i.e. Jevin’s cult; being surrounded by dark magic users makes it far simpler for new members to develop dark magic)

Dark magic is definitely simpler to use, and can accomplish more powerful things, than other forms of usable magic - however, it’s also much riskier. A sprunki needs either their soul or to be used to using it in order to wield dark magic with any significant measure of safety; otherwise, it will take a toll of corruption on its user.

A sprunki’s soul is a powerful thing; they tend to stick around in some form (though only visible to those with the particular magical ability to perceive them). If a sprunki dies violently, their soul becomes erratic and may impulsively seek a new body.

History/Culture 

The sprunki are an endangered species that used to roam in much greater numbers than they do now

They also used to be more primitive, but after their species almost died out, those that were left quickly advanced and achieved sentience with the help of technology left behind. They’re more civilized and have some p sweet technology, but still retain a lot of animalistic aspects and an overall more feral lifestyle than average humans (living in caves, not having utensils, etc)

The remaining sprunki live in a wide variety of different settlements - towns and villages of varying sizes containing more diverse populations, treetop settlements containing flying and tree-dwelling sprunki, or undersea settlements inhabited by aquatic sprunki.

Sprunki usually don’t worship any concrete entities - instead, harmony is a concept with great significance to them, and they try to maintain it. There are sometimes like. semi-ritualized groupings centering around involving their music in order to increase harmony.

[nishnormp]

thinking way too hard about things that probably do not need this much thought

In lieu of tfc merc brainrot, I have decided to do some historical research and character workshopping to shape out the details of everything needed in ficwriting. I have nothing else to post (my art is not going well) so I might as well scream about this

P1: TF2 alternate history bullshit

Abraham Lincoln inventing rocket jumping before the existence of stairs, the entire thing with Australium, so on. Despite TFC having modern kevlar (as opposed to looney toons weapons, but a bit about that later) and a more serious/gritty tone, the setting is still within the TF2 universe; which means having a weird fusion of irl history and vaguely reasonable fantasy absurdities.

To clarify, I am not a bona fide history nut who knows absolutely everything (ffs my own country's history doesn't even play much in western incidents). I've just been doing research thru online articles, videos, and talking to other ppl who know more than me, so my brain can lack a bit for certain things; do correct me if I get anything wrong.

By the 1850s (estimation) Australia became a tech giant due to discovering Australium, making insane progress in basically every field (and also making their population very jacked). Newfound inventions also require raw resources, and this page confirms that australians pick their leader mostly based on pure strength, which begs the question; are they still connected to Britain? Would there still be a benefit for them to be linked to Britian the way they are?

There are many cases where nations plunder other nations just for natural resources; Britian is one particularly infamous force with many colonies, which makes me wonder if Australia ever resorted to snatching them just to afford all the material components that their tech requires. Australia was part of the British Empire up until 1901 irl (not too far from 1890), but the question about resources and sovereignty(even if symbolic) still remain (Britain likely wouldn't like a territory growing at terrifying and eventually unmanageable rates, and at that rate I doubt Australia would settle for middling trade margins)

(Well, apparently Saxton owns England. But that was when he discovered the internet)

There's also the ensemble of first gen mercs. RED and BLU recruit progressively less important mercs as time goes on, starting from important historical/media figures, to modern militant professional-lookin dudes, and finally to the current crop of crackheaded TF2 mercs we know and love. The Original mercs I mostly want to focus on are Abraham Lincoln and John Henry.

I'm not exactly sure if John Henry is even a real person, but he was a symbol for labor movements and the civil rights movement; the fact that he IS a real person in TF2 lore is p vital methinks, especially since him and Lincoln seem to be on the same team. Mercs are paid a lot, even the "bottom of the barrel" tf2 ones: scout has his merch collection to show for it, medic has his exotic animal parts, heavy has his gun ammo (and also casually gave a child 7k dollars), etc; could John Henry have spearheaded civil rights movements not just in America but also other territories (like africa) with the bread and merits he got for the job? Does he have a legacy with rouge merc groups (armed unions?) that fight against imperialism? Maybe even effect/radicalize Lincoln about some things??? Unethical business practices still persist even in Saxton's era (hell, he's an example) but maybe the (hypothetical) challenges to Britain's grasp on its colonies and evolution of munitions would give the people an edge.

I have no idea how a drastically colony-less Britain would affect the timeline of WW1 (esp in less popular side-wars like in South Africa where Britain was very much involved, which may be problematic since my interp of cmedic is FROM there but anyways) (btw they only won that bc they out-attritioned Germany, but by that point maybe the dutch or the americans would take over), but surprisingly enough WW2 ends at around the same time it does irl, despite my initial thought that a roided-out Allied Australia would be more than capable of turning the Axis Powers into a skidmark. The likely explanation for that is that the finer details were just not important for the tf2 comics that took place AFTER (fair enough), but as someone planning to write the 1930s mercs . Pain . My working explanation is that seemingly unaligned private contractors can get ahold of weapons easier than Certain governments, which makes mercs more popular than national soldiers for carrying out certain missions (plausible employer deniability baybeeee).

P2: Conflicting class meta - CHeavy edition

Onto something less heavy, another part of ficwriting is figuring out how characters are...characterized. The TFC mercs dont have much canonical info (I've already turned two of them into straight up ocs because I am NOT going to write p3dos from start to finish of a longfic) so I settle for looking at other things, like gameplay and ingame roles.

The first I focused on was cheavy, the leader of the group. Grouchy, but a surprisingly tolerant team player.

This IS reused from a previous post (im lazy) but the first bullet basically says "otherwise, offensive heavies are frequently looked down on and the power of the other team's defense will have you dead in no time". Gameplay-wise, CHeavy is considered the simplest class and the easiest one to master; most tfc gamers think its a common noob pick. His total health is pretty good, he occupies a big space so he can block narrow paths, and the way he attacks is simple; but he's slow even when b-hopping (grenades cant boost him either) so he can be outrun/picked apart by other classes, which really shows in tfc's most popular game format: capture the flag.

I've seen about a handful video of tfc gameplay that WASN'T ctf (or the slightly diff gamemode with a defense system), and even if the 4th bullet point is right, those two classes are usually doing more important things during ctf. My main point is that despite being the leader, he isn't the type of class to lead the charge.

The most reasonable thing I can think of is that he's just . Really good at strategy and can keep track of his team while reliably holding down a position. That, and his superior bulk makes him shine more outside of the gravel pits. Whatever it is, it does make more sense to me now that I revisit the comic panels where he is VERY spiteful that his teammates got killed (rather than calling them weak, they fr matter to him bc otherwise, he isn't getting shit done)

(Ik the reason hes the boss is bc big scary dude and karmic ass-handing via other heavy who actually respects his doctor but shh the fic demands reasons)

P3: Conflicting class meta - Cmedic edition

The contradiction I can immediately clock is the fact that cmedic never gets mentioned despite his omnipresence in his original game. Most hc's I've seen interpret him as the exact opposite of the current medic, which is a dedicated doctor who also happens to be a sweetheart (with very rare exceptions), but may I propose the theory that all mannco medic mercs are bastards? I'm 99% sure that the original medic was sigmund freud. TF2 medic is just a menace. Post WW1 most moral and noble medics would bust their asses at hospitals rather than sign up to a contract tying them down to just healing 8 other people and killing other people over and over, but that's just my hc (we're all making shit up, might as well have fun with it).

The most common citing for cmed's hidden menace energy is his virus weaponry, but I think his ingame role also shows it pretty well. Practically taking the scout's niche and making it less punishing by having straight upgrades of his two weapons, giving healing utility AND also being able to sniff out spies like a cscout (he can't diffuse bombs or trail caltrops, but he's already powerful as is). Imagine being cscout, having to compete for flag capture points with this guy who practically has everything you have but better (instead of leaving behind super visible spikes he has a college degree). This isn't even like the modern sniper vs spy debate where it can still be debated that spy has a unique niche with his mindgames, cmedic just straight up took copied his homework, 98% percent matching on the plagiarism bot.

Cscout and cmedic beef is very likely, but if cscout is a literal god at what he does then there won't be much issue, since the best cscout is ultimately better at flagrunning than cmedic. Its likely that cscout is simply human tho, so that's some drama that can happen.

Funnily enough the tfc class that gets the most weight and hate on its shoulders is sniper. This is because servers have a limit on how many snipers can join, and if a shitty sniper took up the slots, the rest of the team would be pretty pissed. Meanwhile, a competent sniper is the bane of every player's existence; a missed shot can still slow someone down until a medic cures them.

P4: cmedic backstory building hell - barely organized nonsense

Last one I swear. My drawings of cmedic explicitly portray him as a person of color- more specifically a cape malay, from the cape territory in South Africa; he even curses in malay in one of the posts. Ig I wanted the cast to be more diverse, but it did make his backstory somewhat harder to write.

Mann co is situated in New Mexico, far from SA. How and why did he get all the way there? With the fanon worldbuilding I set, what is stopping him from simply joining a nearer merc group? Probably heard of it through the grapevine, and travelled for fat stacks; wouldn't be uncommon for doctors (or mercs) to be highly motivated due to money. I wondered of what would set him apart from all the other hypothetical medic applicants that probably graduated from upstanding colleges like harvard, then I recall all those common hcs.

1)Most applicants assumed that the job would consist of primarily healing, without considering how bloodthirsty their company would be, and/or 2)the BLU team has been getting genuine medics and chewing them up like gum (and spitting them out utterly mangled, I suppose). There's also the possibility that some margin of these medics actually had some weapon training, but at that point a lot of time has been spent (also some conflicting motives there, I can't imagine the perks that a deadly merc job has over a hospital job unless the guy got a kick out of it).

My next idea was to make him a ww1 vet on the side of the British (australian? american?) colonies of SA, having joined midway after finishing his education. However this would clock his age during the current 1970s timeline to be around 81, pretty old; most of the tfc mercs would be 70s max around that time. Cmedic is visually the youngest of the mercs too, you can compare his smooth eyes to the more sunken cspy's eyes and there is a notable difference. This is really just an issue of me being on the fence about fully oc-fying him (a friend of him suggested making him a vampire, I am almost tempted to make it so).

In the case that particular hurdle is overcome, there are more details I have to iron out. I figured that his motives either come from wanting to financially help out his family after the war's sheer devastation, or just . a general resentment for the way things unfolded, and he swapped to merc work in the states to get properly paid for his work and (attempt to) fill the void in his soul. Maybe a mix of the two. An outlier in his community for being a godless man and having very material and tangible masters (science and money), he abandons the lofty ideals of nationalism and sides himself with the highest bidder in the private market. Also developed an insane immune system (trenches and exposure are no joke).

(Certain classes have shared characteristics across gens, like the demos' deranged smiles and engies' wholesome vibes. With sigmund freud, tf2 medic as the archetypal mad doctor, and tfc medic as the archetypal capitalist doctor, there are now three gens of doctors with dubious machinations.)

He'd probably be a great medic, respecting merc code and all (funfact tf2 medic mentions tfc demo by name, implying that he knows his real name and putting a dent in my theory that being on a first-name basis is a big deal actually , my countertheory to that is that grey mann gave him the team's files and tf2 medic wants to spite them). Cmedic also reverse-engineered the medkit and made a new version for non-gravel war missions, since the usual has several hard drugs (heals to full instantly and gives adrenaline boost, sounds sus especially if you read jarate's side effects) since he ended up somewhat caring about his pack of rabid animals

[mullytheclown]

HEY LOOK IT THE SECOND DE-… Oh-!uh-…well.(cough)Ill-uhh…I’ll be back when y’all get your lives-I meant after lives together,uhhh…(shit)

More of me yapping bellow Bout this and lore shit:

I’ve had this idea for awhile now and I’m happy that I finished it ^^

This is my interp of there life’s and how they died (they all died in different decades btw)

BPB first: he died in the 50’s,during his time living he was an African American fighting for basic human rights. Just wanting to live in a world where everyone is equal to one another. He was unfortunately killed by an explosion caused by this one group im not sure if ill get banned if i say the name of it

MDP:He died in the 60’s,A big shot who wanted to be a star,he do stupid/dangerous shit for praise and attention.it would be his downfall one day when he broke into an abandoned faulty factory and accidentally caused an explosion to happen leading him to haveing 4 metal pipes to be logged through his head

MML: He went missing in the 80’s and was 19 at the time… That’s it.that’s all people ever knew about him before he went missing. It wasn’t until a few years later that his body would be found…Unfortunately his body was so decomposed that he was basically uninhabitable.To this day he has never been identified.

‼️TW/Mention of suicide for Fred‼️

FFF:He died in the 70’s,He was a great guy in his life,he was loving, he would always put people before him,He would always show people kindness no matter what. Though the people in his life where unkind to him. They made him feel made him feel lonely,unimportant,unloved,unwanted.and he felt that.He believed that… if only he knew early on before his death that those people weren’t worthy of his love.

YYB: she died in the 80’s,She was a prostitute in Tokyo,Japan.she was underprivileged just trying to make ends meets anyway she can.She hatted this path but she had no other choice. She had an argument with a client about her payment and it unfortunately ended with her getting her face split in half and her arms chopped off (which would explain her split face and her clawed hands in her joker card form).

For a while they just were wandering spirits on earth (like purgatory almost) not knowing where to go they just wandered together,feeling comfort in each other. Until in the 2000’s they would stumble into the dark carnival…

Ok so this part of the lore might change when the 6th card comes out and we get lore for that. So the possible place holder lore will be that: They stayed at the carnival for awhile and developed the mindset that the first deck weren’t doing enough for the people who are already alive. and instead only cared about where the dead were heading than helping people who were lost on earth. So the wraith,somewhat agreeing with them gave them there each joker card which changed them to what they are today. Where they now help the people who need guidance and punish the wicked.

So yeah that’s it ^^ hope you liked the lore dump and the art ^^

Oh and also…ALL THE JOKER CARDS WHERE ONCE HUMAN‼️ ALL THE JOKER CARDS WHERE ONCE HUMAN‼️ ALL THE JOKER CARDS WHERE ONCE HUMAN‼️ ALL THE JOKER CARDS WHERE ONCE HUMAN‼️ ALL THE JOKER CARDS WHERE ONCE HUMAN‼️ ALL THE JOKER CARDS WHERE ONCE HUMAN‼️ ALL THE JOKER CARDS WHERE ONCE HUMAN‼️ ALL THE JOKER CARDS WHERE ONCE HUMAN‼️ ALL THE JOKER CARDS WHERE ONCE HUMAN‼️ ALL THE JOKER CARDS WHERE ONCE HUMAN‼️ ALL THE- (I’m tired)

[schmitty-schmitstinstein]

Whoops! All Nate Shapiro

Hey! It’s been a bit since I posted one of my fics here but I just finished this and wanted to share it! This work was inspired by the chapter, 'Worse Irrational Fear Curse' from Magical Robodoki: Creative Arts (@magicalincorrectrobodokiquotes) by @booloocrew-blog and @whocaresifwearecrazy. I absolutely love the trope of one character becoming someone else in many senses, whether that means a body swap or becoming the costume they may currently be dressed as. I wanted to explore how Nate dealt with a whole slew of people becoming them, and this was the result! I'd highly recommend checking out Creative Arts, and I really hope you all enjoy this fic!

Stuff to know about my Jack interps:

Schmitty can shapeshift (among other things that aren’t important to this fic) and uses she/it pronouns. Nate is a kitsune and can also shapeshift and uses she/they pronouns. Guy uses she/her pronouns.

Possible Content Warnings: Mind Manipulation, Drunk Characters, Alcohol

This was cross-posted on AO3 a few days ago. You can find it below

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67320748

The night had finally arrived, and everyone was bustling to make it a great one. Usually Nate would be the only one taking a while to actually get ready for a reunion event, but when the announcement came out that it would be a costume party, all of the other previous Jack hosts started planning what they’d do a couple weeks in advance. After everything that had happened, Nate was honestly surprised Buzz had agreed to not only join, but to take part in a group costume. Schmitty, Cookie, and Guy were easy. They were still around and still close, each of them was quick to join in.

The plan sounded pretty straightforward. Each of the hosts was going to dress up as one another, using whatever they had on hand, and however they perceived whoever they decided to emulate. This happened to be where the planning ended, unfortunately, as Nate didn’t just see Cookie pulling on a pair of Nate’s own skinny jeans and doing his best to style a shitty Elvis wig, but almost crashed the car when they saw Schmitty quite literally shapeshift into a near perfect clone of her. Thankfully, with Nate’s new incentive to never take her eyes off the road, the trio made it to the studio, being some of the first to arrive. Guy and Buzz had also arrived, and much to Nate’s dismay, seemingly had the exact same idea as their partners.

“You think maybe we should’ve planned this better?” Cookie sighed, adjusting his sad excuse of a wig.

“Yeah, while I’m flattered you wanted to be me so much, the plan was to go as one another.”

“Where’s your costume, then?” Buzz narrowed his eyes, pointing a finger at his cousin. He had chosen to go a far more…casual route than the others, with an oversized Abba sweatshirt being the sole giveaway of who he was dressed as.

“Hey, at this rate, I couldn’t bear to change my extensive skincare routine on such short notice.”

“We had a whole month to plan this out!” Cookie pinched the bridge of his nose as the dull headache this conversation was giving him drained out the discomfort of the Party City wig.

“And that would’ve been more than enough time to get the theme right!” Nate paused, taking a breath as she turned towards the Fibbage host. “Why didn’t we talk about this before? I mean, we live together.”

“You three are practically married, and somehow all ended up in the same costume?” Buzz gestured to Cookie, Schmitty and Nate. “Remind me how something like that happens?”

“Look, we’ve all got a lot going on in our lives, Buzz. Of course someone’s bound to forget about something!” Schmitty barely noticed Buzz’s horrified glare. Even with her bright purple skin, the last thing Buzz wanted to see was Schmitty’s painfully recognizable voice coming out of his cousin’s body.

“Please do not talk for the rest of the night. I’m begging you.” The former Jack host could hardly look his ex co-worker in the eyes. Schmitty, in return, only shrugged, and went off to do god knows what before the party actually started.

“Anyway, what are you doing here so early?” Guy sounded eager to change the subject. Nate honestly had no complaints about her outfit. Somehow the obviously sprayed black hair and old figure skating costume went together really well.

“Wanted to beat the traffic.” Nate’s answer was half-true, but she wasn’t quite in the mood to get into the driving escapades she and her partners had constantly gotten into.

“I get that! I got here early because my husband had a thing and-” That’s when Guy was cut off by a hissing sound, and immediately after, smoke began to fill the room. Within seconds, the clouds were so thick that the group could hardly see a thing.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“OW! MY LEG?!”

“WHOA! WATCH OUT!”

And then the smoke cleared.

Nate blinked and looked around. The smoke had cleared, but somehow his vision hadn’t. He barely had time to process everything before noticing that something felt off.

Was it possible to feel too horny? Yes, it was. That was exactly what he was feeling right now, and it did not feel good. As he thought about this more, he began to wonder out loud.

“Why does wanting to fuck feel so wrong? And why do I even want to? And why with a guy named Ricky for that mat-OOOOOHHHH NOOOO!” Buzz looked up from his hands as the realization dawned on him. Through his fogged-up glasses, he saw the silhouette of who appeared to be his cousin turn to him. It seems like she must’ve heard him.

“Damn, cuz, I thought I was the only one. You’ve got great taste, though.” Horror struck Buzz as he heard the response. That was not Nate’s voice.

“SCHMITTY?!”

“Uh, nope. Think I saw her head to the snack bar.”

“Look, I know you can’t stand me, but please stop with this bit! Clearly, I’m not in the mood!”

“Hey, I’m not doing any bit right now!” Schmitty raised its hands defensively. “I was just trying to help!”

“Well, stop!” Buzz rushed away from his former co-worker. Somehow, he still hadn’t wiped down his glasses. “NATE, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!”

“Right here, cuz!” Four voices rang back, all scarily in unison.

“Cut the crap please!” Buzz covered his ears, squeezing his eyes shut. His glasses had caused a dull headache to strike. “I just want my cousin! The real Nate Shapiro! Not to be a part of whatever fucking improv exercise this is!” Buzz had hit the wall by this point. He barely heard the quick footsteps rushing over.

“You okay? I thought I heard you scream my name.” Buzz let himself relax upon hearing the familiar voice. He hesitantly opened his eyes, to see Nate in the flesh, standing right in front of him.

“Oh, thank god it’s you!”

“Who else would it be?” The older cousin raised an eyebrow, waiting for Buzz to explain

“After the smoke…I felt weird…and wanted…Ricky…and then Schmitty…and everyone…”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! At least catch your breath before telling me!” Nate cut off their cousin, resting a hand on his shoulder. “And what was that about a Ricky?”

“I wanted to fuck…”

“Oh shit, this is bad.” Immediately, Nate’s eyes widened. “But why a Ricky ? You know I’ve got dibs!”

“I don’t know…but I guess Schmitty was in earshot, and she was pretending to be you when she heard me! And she didn’t even cut the act when I told her to stop!”

“That’s also kinda weird…” Nate tapped their foot, their voice getting quiet. “If she were that committed to the bit, it would’ve started acting like me long before the smoke went off.”

“That wasn’t even the worst part!” Buzz flung his hands into the air as he took a breath. Before he could go on, Guy passed the two, heading in the direction of the bar, and turned to face them on the balls of her feet.

“Hey, cuz! Hey, other me!” With that, she continued on her way, leaving the cousins utterly shell-shocked.

“See what I mean?” Buzz gestured towards his former co-worker.

“Yeah. Guy wouldn’t just…” Nate trailed off, mumbling something indistinguishable. It seemed like she was beginning to piece together what was going on. “Hey, cuz, you ever seen that one Buffy Halloween episode?”

“One, there’s a ton of them, and two, how is that relevant?!”

“Season two’s, and I promise I’m going somewhere with this!” Nate barely waited for her cousin to tell her to go on. “Anyone who bought a costume from one particular shop gets put under a spell to become what they’re dressed as.” They stopped for a second, noticing the realization dawning on Buzz’s face. “It isn’t a perfect comparison, but it sure feels close enough.”

“And that’s why nothing happened to you!” Buzz practically jumped a few inches off the ground, pointing at his cousin. “Though how was I able to break out of it so quickly?”

“Maybe since your costume was so half-assed, it had a weaker influence on you.”

“Look, you only get to say that because you’re my cousin.” Buzz rolled his eyes, looking around. “I was honestly looking forward to this party!”

“Hey, at least it’s not like the episode where everyone’s worst fears come to life!”

“I think I’ve got a new one.” Buzz shuddered, glancing over to where he could just barely make out Schmitty. “We need to get everyone back to normal now!”

“Hey, we’ve got this!” Nate tiled back onto their heels, glancing around at the others. “Okay, so you broke out because you got so uncharacteristically horny, it was impossible to ignore, right?”

“Come on, Nate. Did you really need to bring that up again?”

“It’ll be the last time, I promise!” This time Nate did get a response from their cousin, in the form of a skeptical nod. “We just need to give the others something they can’t ignore.”

“And how are we supposed to do that?” Buzz crossed his arms, still not getting the other’s plan.

“Oh, just like this!” Nate positioned himself, so he was slightly cheating out towards Guy. She then took a deep breath, preparing to raise her voice as she spoke. “Hey Buzz, you catch the baseball game last night?”

“Why the fuck are you asking me-” Buzz immediately stopped, as his cousin jabbed their elbow into him, and nodded towards their former co-worker. Suddenly his cousin’s outburst started to make more sense. “Oh yes, Nate! I sure am glad our team won!”

“Oh, me too!” Nate continued to yell about some made-up game that was only a hypothetical. People were beginning to look their way, and from a distance, they noticed Guy quickly blinking. “That really was such a great, um, home run, the, uh, baseballer hit in the…third…half…?”

“Third half?! Really?!” Although Buzz was whispering, there was a clear sharpness to his tone.

“Look, do you think I know anything about baseball?”

“I thought you knew about basic fractions!” Buzz sighed and shook his head. Before either of the cousins could say something else, Guy rushed up to them.

“Were you talking about the Cubs game!”

“Yeah! We were just getting into-” Nate paused, looking Guy up and down. There was no mistaking the glint in her eyes for anything other than pure curiosity and excitement, were missing that they’d had moments before. “Guy! You’re back!”

“Why would I be back? I didn’t go anywhere!” The former Sports host took a big sip out of her glass. And then immediately spit it on the ground. “Why was I drinking wine? ”

“Long story!” Nate was quick to answer. “Well, not the wine part. We’ll explain in a bit.”

“Cool.” Guy gave the others a quick thumbs-up. “And by the way, in baseball, they’re not called halves. They’re called innings! And there’s nine of them!”

“Guy, that’s not quite-” Buzz just sighed and stopped himself. This might be a battle he’d have to fight another time. Nate seemingly didn’t hear her cousin, and just continued to execute his plan.

“Buzz! How about you go fill Guy in while I go look for Cookie or Schmitty!”

“What?! Why me?”

“Just trust me, cuz, okay?” Without giving her cousin any time to respond, Nate headed into the crowd, trying to look for either one of their partners. Judging based on how easy it had been for Buzz and Guy to break out, Cookie seemed like the next best option, since he hadn’t made himself into what was essentially Nate’s clone. The former Jack host stopped when she got close enough to the rest of the crowd. Cookie was bound to pick up on something she was saying.

“Man, someone should really do something about all those interns!” Nate started with a classic, raising her voice the exact same way she did to get Guy’s attention. There was no response. “Okay, uh…I wonder when the caterers are gonna get here! I heard there’d be ma po tofu, sweet and sour pork, and a whole mountain of fortune cookies! ” Once again, no response. Nate quickly glanced around the room once more, their eyes landing on Cookie, matted wig and all. He definitely looked like he was sweet-talking one of the other guests, resting his hand on the nearest wall.

“Damn…Is that really what I’m like?” Nate muttered the question to himself, hoping nobody would hear him and answer. That must be really weird to hear without the context anyway. Eventually, they headed back towards Guy and Buzz trying to think of something that would work. If Cookie was going to completely ignore his hatred towards interns and his love of Chinese food, Nate needed to think bigger. They couldn’t just mention the things that would catch his attention, but had to shove them in his face as well.

“I’VE GOT IT!” Thankfully, Nate had made it back to Guy and Buzz as an idea hit her. Unfortunately, she was met with some confused looks from the others. “Buzz…I take it Guy’s up to speed!”

“Yep! All caught up!” Guy nodded, taking a step forward. “I can’t believe you guys saw me acting like you, Nate! I would’ve paid to see that!”

“Well…I guess you can! For free though!” Nate looked between the two as she went on. Buzz’s expression hadn’t yet changed. “You two, keep the others distracted. I’ve got a small errand to run!”

“Wait…you’re just gonna leave us with two of you?” While you go shopping?”

“I said an errand , not a shopping spree, cuz!” That hardly got Buzz to budge. “And besides, This is gonna help, I swear!”

“You’ve been making a hell of a lot of promises tonight.” Buzz rolled his eyes.

“And have I not delivered on any of them?”

“…No…”

“Great! So I’ll be right back. One of you get Cookie, and the other get Schmitty, and just…keep them from doing anything I would do!” Before either Buzz or Guy could respond, Nate had rushed out the door.

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Roughly 25 minutes later, Nate burst back into the room, panting, drenched in sweat, and holding one of Cookie’s beloved cats, Poopsie.

“Did you really run all the way back to your house and back?” Buzz failed to stifle a laugh as he stared at his cousin.

“I panicked a little, okay?” Nate took a second to catch their breath. “This better be worth the breakout tomorrow.”

“A little?” Buzz raised an eyebrow, a smirk still clear on his face. It was only when he got an exasperated glance from Nate in response that he changed the subject. “I left Cookie with Guy, by the way. I don’t know where Schmitty went but she might.”

“Perfect.” Nate sighed, clenching her shoulders for a moment. “Well, at least we’ve got one of them.” They quickly scanned the room before going to set Poopsie down on the floor. As Nate was doing this, they lowered their voice, and nodded towards Cookie. “Go get your dad, Poopsie! I’m sure he misses you!” Poopsie immediately started heading towards Cookie, eventually nuzzling against his leg when she was close enough. This got him to turn around, and for a second, it seemed like the marathon Nate had just run had been in vain.

“He snuck one of his cats in again ?! I thought we’d be past this by no-”. Cookie stopped as his gaze fixed on Poopsie. The poor cat had a look on her features that could only be described as aghast. She didn’t know what was wrong, and for a moment, neither did Cookie. The Fibbage host’s expression softened as he quickly rubbed his eyes.

“Oh my god, Poopsie! How did you get here!” Almost immediately, Cookie scooped up his beloved cat. “Oh, you must be so scared with all these people around, but don’t worry! Daddy’s here!”

Nate let out a sigh of relief as she watched her boyfriend cradle Poopsie. They glanced towards Buzz, extending a fist towards him, getting an eye roll, and a reluctant fist bump in response.

“We don’t have time to celebrate, cuz. Remember?” Buzz tried once again tried to find Schmitty in the crowd, but once again, couldn’t quite spot her.

“Hey, you said you thought Guy knew where Schmitty went, right?” Before waiting for her cousin to respond, Nate cleared her throat. “Hey, Guy! You seen Schmitty anywhere?!”

“Shhhh! She’s already stressed enough!” Cookie briefly looked up and shook his head before going back to focusing only on Poopsie. Guy on the other hand, made her way over to Nate, seeming more, swaying a bit even when she wasn’t actively moving.

“Nate! What happened to you?” Guy chuckled a bit as she took a sip from the glass she was holding.

“‘I’ll tell you later. Just…how much did you drink so far?”

“Oh, this is just my second glass! I went to get some beers for me and Schmitty, but when I got back, it was gone! So I just figured more for me!” Guy let out another giddy laugh, almost losing her balance. Thankfully both Nate and Buzz were close enough to catch her.

“Great.” Buzz pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand. “Did you at least see where she went?”

“Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh…” Guy paused for a bit, squinting as she glanced at the rest of the partygoers. “Nope!”

“Well that’s helpful.” Nate’s remark was just loud enough for the others to hear.

“Thanks!” Maybe Guy was already too drunk to pick up on the sarcasm. Nate didn’t have the energy to explain it to her.

“Look, how about I stay here with Guy, and maybe you get some water or something before looking for Schmitty?” Buzz was quick to interject as he began to lead Guy over to a table. “You really look like you need some.”

“Yeah…yeah, good idea, cuz.” Nate nodded, letting out a breath they didn’t even realize they’d been holding. “I’ll just stop by the bar real quick.”

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“Are you okay?” The bartender’s question didn’t seem to startle Nate that much. They simply treated it as a cue to lean forward and sprawl their arms and chest across the counter.

“Look, I’ve got a killer headache right now. Just give me the biggest, strongest thing you’ve got.” It wasn’t water like her cousin had suggested, but at least it would be something to take the edge off so Nate could get through the rest of this search. The bartender reluctantly went to prepare the drink, while Nate hoped she could continue her plans of wallowing in her misery until she had acquired some alcohol. Unfortunately, those plans would be cut extremely short.

“Ricky, you say? Well, then you’ll be perfect!” Nate immediately rose from her spot at the bar counter. She knew that voice and she did not like what it was saying. Sure enough, Schmitty was against the end of the counter, arms draped around who Nate could only guess was another employee at the studio. After everything, she should’ve expected this by now, but she alone had dibs on all the Rickys, and she was going to break Schmitty out with a very unkind reminder.

“Sorry to interrupt, but don’t you think you’d rather talk to the real Nate Shapiro?” Nate lightly shoved Schmitty out of the way as she took a step closer to the other staff member. Upon hearing a scoff come from her girlfriend, she immediately turned towards it with a growl. “What was that.”

“In what world would the real Nate Shapiro come to an event looking like that? ” Schmitty dramatically gestured towards Nate before going on. “If you weren’t drenched in sweat and didn’t have runny eyeshadow or a single hair out of place, you’d actually be somewhat convincing!” Nate had to stop herself from snarling at Schmitty. They weren’t feeling any less threatened, and that seemed to make their headache get even worse.

“Really?” The former Jack host took a breath as she quickly pieced together a counter-argument. “Well, at least I actually had the balls to show up looking like this! I think it makes me complex, rather than a two-dimensional, off-brand copy like you!”

“Hey! I’m very three-dimensional! Just take a look at my ass if you want proof!” Well, that didn’t sound like something Nate would say at all. “And besides, not all of us can afford Coco Channel.”

Nate had to process the response a few times before she felt her headache start to lessen. The more the two of them threw around insults, the more Schmitty was starting to act like herself again, and while the last thing Nate wanted to do was to hurt her girlfriend’s feelings, she didn’t have much of a choice.

“Coco Chanel ? Damn, your French really has gotten so rusty, it’s become dull!” She barely gave Schmitty time to gasp before going on. “And you really think I’d wear Chanel? You really don’t know me at all, do you?”

“Well, I certainly know that I’d have far better things to do with my time here than just sulking at the bar. I mean, which one of us was out there mingling on the dance floor?” Well, that was certainly a step backwards.

“I’ve been having a rough night! I’m sure you’d know all about that?”

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t let it show! You really should’ve done more research before claiming to be me!”

“And you should…” Nate paused. In any other circumstances, they’d be able to talk circles around an opponent, but right now, they were grasping at straws. “You should just shut up and let me win this one!” She let out a long exhale, and leaned back on the bar counter.

“Aww, out of clever comebacks already?” Schmitty’s smug expression was hard for Nate to ignore. It was so unsettling, she had to stop herself from visibly recoiling. Instead, the former Jack host glanced around at the rest of the party. Everyone seemed to have their eyes on the fight and Nate heard the Guy distantly chanting ‘Nate fight!’ over and over again. Unfortunately, they couldn’t leave Schmitty hanging for too long.

“No! I just need a minute!”

“The real Nate wouldn’t need a minute, so ha!”

“Well, uh…” Nate only had one idea for what she could say next. It was risky, and she’d most definitely regret it if she said it, but it was still worth a shot. “Quiplash is boring!”

Within a millisecond, Schmitty had flung herself at Nate, no longer appearing like their clone, but instead some indescribable amalgamation of several beasts. Nate hardly had time to let out a sigh of relief before shifting into a different form herself. Thankfully, as a fox, she had managed to get far from Schmitty’s reach. This didn’t stop the Quiplash host from continuing her retaliation at all. Nate was quick to slide in front of her partner, wanting to make sure that nobody-the two of them included-would get hurt.

“Hey! Easy girl!” For a second, Nate forgot that she currently needed the support of her front two legs to stay balanced, but her words enough seemed to calm Schmitty down. The two locked eyes, and Schmitty bent down until its nose was touching Nate’s, the two of them both taking this as the cue to shift back into their human forms. Sure enough, Schmitty’s initial transformation had torn Nate’s clothes to shreds, but that would be an issue for another time.

“Holy fuck…what just happened?” Schmitty squinted its eyes and pinched its forehead. “Oh god, I really shouldn’t have left my glasses at home.”

Almost immediately, Nate wrapped their girlfriend in a hug, and rested their head on her shoulder.

“Everything okay?” Schmitty was very clearly startled by the hug, but by no means was she complaining.

“I just missed you.” Nate gave Schmitty a quick kiss on the cheek to further emphasize her response.

“I was here the whole time…”

“I’ll explain later. What do you say we find the others and get out of here?”

“I really need to. My head is killing me.”

“You and me both.” Nate began to guide Schmitty over towards the others, leaning on it as they walked. It seemed like Buzz, Guy, and Cookie only needed to see the two of them curled in on one another to deduce that everything had been resolved.

Thankfully, everyone else was pretty much on the same page about leaving. Cookie was desperate to get Poopsie home, and while Guy was up for doing anything, everyone figured she’d need as much rest as she could get before the impending hangover. Buzz just wanted to finally get to relax, and spend some time away from his ex-coworkers after everything they had all just gone through.

Just as they were about to pass through the lobby, they were unfortunately stopped.

“Hey! Have you guys seen my smoke bomb? I had a killer prank I was gonna pull on the party, but I lost it!” All five of them visibly froze once they heard [REDACTED]’s voice. Nate slowly looked towards the serial killer, eye twitching.

“The smoke bomb was yours?”

“Oh, so you saw it then?”

“Yeah. Something like that.”

“Huh…” [REDACTED] paused as he stared at the others. “Well, I’m sure I have a spare somewhere! Plus, I really should get to the party. I’ve been dying to show off my new Malibu Barbie costume!” The murderer gestured up and down at his ensemble, hoping for a reaction.

“Well, then we’ll leave you to it then!” Nate quickly shuffled the rest of the group out the door. As soon as it closed, a faint hissing sound was heard. Everyone quickly turned back towards the window to see smoke filling up the lobby room.

“I’m guessing he found his spare?” Even though Schmitty still hadn’t been filled in on the night’s events, her comment couldn’t have been any more spot-on.

“Thank god we’d just gotten out here.” Buzz turned back to the car, trying his best to ignore what was going on inside. “I swear to god if I had to deal with all of you becoming my cuz again, I would scream.”

Even though Buzz had turned away, everyone else still kept their eyes locked on the window, watching intently as the smoke cleared. [REDACTED] simply stood there, standing terrifyingly still. After about one second, he fell out of frame, and presumably onto his side. It looked like this smoke bomb had the exact same effect as the other.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine!” Nate glanced back and forth between the rest of the group before straightening up. “Well, shall we?”

The five continued to make their way back to their cars. This was the first time that they all wanted nothing more than to go back home, take a long rest, and stay away from the studio for as long as they could. With those wishes alone, it sounded like they’d just been at any other party, but nothing else would ever come close to this.