#he also said rodents have standards

[eld-red]

i cant. stop thinking about when. THE john patrick lowrie held the srat (sniper rat) because first of all the first comment he made about the srat was a jarate joke but secondly

i am being handed the srat like it is a holy relic. this picture has been on the list where if im sad and i need a small pick-me-up i just have to think about this and that whole night.

[eggmeralda]

just woke up from the best film I've ever watched in my life only to realise it was a dream

[aroaceleovaldez]

hello! so I'm doing a revamp of a character and I'm switching over their god parent to Apollo. One of the prominent traits of said character is that they are cursed - do you have any thoughts on how I could use maybe the plague aspects of Apollo or if there are any nasty curses I could pull from mythology?

i actually have a perfect hc for this! One of my ongoing hcs for CHB (brainstormed with the help of my group chat) is that each of the main 12 cabins has a "bad omen" power that crops up once in a blue moon and is considered a curse or bad luck - basically every other cabin's equivalent of the Hephaestus cabin fire powers. Big 3 kids are just kind of omens in themselves and for Hermes cabin i usually go it's just the chthonic kids and they're less "bad" omens and more just omens in general + being more common than the "cursed" powers other cabins have. For the other cabins, I usually have their "bad omen" powers be: Demeter = Geokinesis, Ares = iron skin, Athena = vision/inflicting blindness (literal or metaphorical), Apollo = plague, Hephaestus = pyrokinesis (canon), Aphrodite = "Whispers" (similar to charmspeak but functioning slightly different and more malignant), Dionysus = insanity.

I imagine all of these powers would be extremely rare (same level as what's described with Hephaestus fire powers - like once every hundred years or so) (except for maybe chthonic Hermes kids or Big 3 kids - again they're kind of a technical inclusion to the Bad Omen Powers Club). They're generally the black sheep of their respective cabins. In my personal hcs I like to have Will be a plague child of Apollo (he considers his "bad luck" effect to be why most of his cabin died soon after he arrived at CHB and blames himself for it) and also have healer children of Apollo be often born at the same time as plague children of Apollo to keep them in check (Will is both!) - though healer children are less rare and can crop up all on their own, no associated omens required.

With Apollo and plague powers, you could also tie in his associations with insects (specifically midges and locusts, though he also has some association with bees if you wanna throw that in there too) and rodents (rats/mice). He's also the god of mold and mildew! Lots of fun room to play around with plague-leaning powers for Apollo kids. In canon, Apollo kids with prophecy powers are also implied to be somewhat cursed (such as Halcyon Green) so you could potentially play with that as well. Particularly that + Apollo's association with snakes as one of his animals, since snakes in greek mythos are heavily associated with prophecy.

One "curse" I'm always amused by associating with Apollo kids and their potential snake and prophecy stuff is Tiresias, who was "cursed" (in some versions by Apollo) for killing a snake or two to be turned into a woman (or man, or mouse, again depending on version - it varies which they started as) (curse in quotations cause if it's the sex-change options Tiresias sure did not care one single bit so "curse" not effective i guess), sometimes repeatedly. Depending on version Tiresias is either born blind or gets blinded by either witnessing a virgin goddess bathing (yknow, the standard) or for siding with Zeus in an argument against Hera. Depending on version as compensation for being blinded in either situation they are gifted prophetic abilities (sometimes by snakes - cause "snakes licked their ears and gave them the gift of prophecy" is a surprisingly specific recurring thing in Greek mythos) or they're just born with it. In some versions of Tiresias' myths they're also killed by Apollo. So just in general with all the snake and prophecy and mouse and Apollo associations there, plus the genderfuckery, I just think that's ripe for an Apollo kid getting up to shenanigans.

Another famous Apollo-associated curses include of course Midas' ass ears or. gestures to Trojan war. inflicting plague. Or just straight up killing a designated hubristic individual's children (usually Apollo killing the sons while Artemis kills the daughters).

Hope this gives you some ideas!

[skarloeyspa]

it's finally here! RWS-inspired uniforms for my SR main six! Also wanna thank @/glowynviator for the inspiration! Go check out their designs they're super lovely!!!!!

Design notes below as always!

1864 - 1910s

Taking heavy inspiration from the dude in the blue hat and purple/pink vest in all these illustrations

Their uniforms are fancier based on the initial reason for Skarloey and Rheneas' purchase - developing Skarloey as a tourist attraction, namely a spa (wonder where I've heard that before...)

1910s - 1960s

(goofy dudes in the first pic lmao)

So the tourism thing didn't last very long and the railway became more reliant on its original venture, which was its quarries

This was also the time when the railway's main income came from its quarries

Their uniforms became more quarry-appropriate. But since they still had the occasional passenger train, they still had finer clothing like a blazer and tie and hat

The gloves are cotton! Intended for outdoor work!

The pictures featured are Welsh slate workers and I have no idea where the overalls idea came from

1960s - Present

Revenue began increasing during this era with the newfound slate and Book of Sir Harald, which brought in more passenger traffic

With more passenger traffic the railway reintroduced more formal uniforms for their engines

I had a lot of fun doing Skarloey and Rheneas because this was basically the whole reason I took on these designs hehe

So obviously the colors! Bright red livery and blue lining! It wouldn't look too nice if I just made everything bright blood red so!

Buttons are buffers! Their painted names are golden embroidery! Ties are their TVS liveries (because I said so!)

Speaking of TVS, Sir Handel, Rusty, and Duncan are wearing their TVS boots! Having regained their footing, the SR introduced a more formal uniform but they still had some freedom in their uniform (as demonstrated by Duncan)

Sir Handel's blazer is a bit long...not because he's short or anything!

Peter Sam wears a knitted vest instead of the waistcoat that everyone else has because...it just suits him...Duncan isn't even wearing a vest so there you go!

Everyone's number is a badge on their hat. Since Rusty's hat is more functional than decoration, they wear their number as a little badge on their lapel! Their name is still embroidered tho :)

I promise the railway can afford whatever nice shirt Rusty is wearing BECAUSE I SAID SO I WILL IT TO BE I'M THE RAILWAY MASCOT I AM (miscellaneous rodent scritching)

Engines with longer hair are required to tie them up for tidiness! Big L for Sir Handel as always.

Skarloey is wearing a ring! Because of the brass ring on his funnel!! I will make you aware of this detail!!!

And that's it I think! Thank you as always for reading to the very end :] It means a lot to me that people find my designs interesting enough to want to read my rambles on them lmao

Anyway!! Since you're here...I'll tease a bit about my planned projects! I want to share some refs for other standard gauge characters I've designed! I also have some ideas for an animatic or two similar to the one I made for Ryan last year :]

[sweettjrose]

I mentioned before how it is weird that the Mickey and Friends world can be pretty inconsistent about who gets (or still has) a tail and who doesn't.

So I thought it would be fun to share my own HC on what I imagine certain characters having tails like:

Goofy

So Goofy actually used to have a tail in his early appearances and even has one in the Rudish shorts. The Rudish one is clearly inspired by the earlier design.

Tbh I kind of like this tail he has in both of these appearances as it is silly, cute, but also kinda unique, so personally I would keep this tail for him.

Max would also have a similar tail, though longer.

Pete

Also like Goofy, pete used to have a tail and has one in the Rudish shorts. They seem to be very similar though the one in the Rudish short is smaller in ratio to his body.

While this tail is fine. Personally I am the fan of Pete having a stubby cat tail like this...

Idk I just like the idea of his tail being kind of like his peg leg. Did he lose it in a fight? Or was he born like that? Who knows.

PJ's and Pistol tail would look like Pete's as shown in his older and Rudish appearance. Sort of a standard thin cat tail.

Portis

While I imagine Pete with a stubby tail, for some reason I imagine Portis with a big fluffy tail like this. I can just imagine him working on experiments only for everyone to keep wrapping themselves in his tail like a feather boa, much to his dismay.

Also it would be interesting seeing how he would maneuver around his lab with the larger tail.

Trudy

I am kind of mixed on Trudy as I like her having a fluffy tail too, though not as fluffy as Portis' (Tbh I can imagine she is kind of jealous of his tail and chastises him for not grooming it enough). But I can also see her with a more standard thin one like below.

I don't know. I think both fit for different reasons.

Sylvester Shyster

So the issue with Sylvester is that it is kind of up in the air what animal he is. But maybe he can have a tail that is just as ambiguous like a kind of a rodent-like/dog-like tail , but maybe have it colored ambiguously too. Essentially a tail that could look like both of the pictures below where it could arguably look like it belongs to multiple animals. Maybe sometimes it is more stiff like a dog, maybe sometimes it is more flexible like a rat.

The Phantom Blot

I said this in another post. But the Blot always came across as a Boxer to me. So I think he would have a Boxer tail. And honestly it fits him as it is simple but sleek.

However, I can totally imagine that the Blot is careful about showing his tail as it could share a bit too much about his thoughts or feelings. He probably usually hides it. But I like the idea that he trained himself not to show emotion with it, like how someone can train themselves to have a poker face.

Chief O'Hara/Casey

While I see Boxer for the Blot, I kind of get some kind of Bulldog or similar breed for both O'Hara and Casey. Definitely get English Bulldog from O'Hara. So while they could work with the standard sleek tail, I think the curled tail also fits them both.

[angelsanarchy]

Tangerine Skies: Possum x Y/N Series CH 5

Tagging: @svgarcaine @icarus-star @romanroyapoligist @tempt-ress @madamemaximoff06 @shady-the-simp @liquidsmoothdomme @auggiethecreator @ethical-cain-vinnel @blacksoul-27

TW: Cunnilingus, Cum Eating, Squirting

Y/n woke up in the RV feeling like she had every ounce of stress fucked out of her last night. She didn't fuck Possum with any real expectations but the way he handled her, bending her over the picnic table they had meals at the nights prior, smearing his cum on her back only to use it on her clit to make sure she also finished was...insane. She also had never in her life squirted before. Not with a partner and not by herself. The release she got from that one fuck was enough for her to yearn for go.

She woke up ready to climb into his tent and hop onto his cock but she found he wasn't in his tent. He had already taken off for the day without even letting her know. He even took Opossum with him. She immediately thought the worst. Maybe it wasn't as good for him as it was for her. Maybe she was just one of many fucks along the way in this town. Maybe he just didn't feel the connection that she did.

She pulled her robe tightly around herself and spent the day morning cleaning the RV. She had to work until late so if she was lucky, she wouldn't see him before she headed out and she could avoid him when she got back. Every noise she heard in the woods made her look towards his tent and she felt pathetic. How could she be so caught up after one fuck? I mean he was fun to be around and they had formed a pretty decent friendship but maybe he was just like this with everyone? Y/n tried not to dwell on it as she went to work, still not having seen any sign of Possum.

She was just glad John wasn't working today so she didn't have to be pissed off and overthinking what her and Possum had done last night.

"So you slept with Moose?" Anna the other waitress said as Y/n got lost in her thoughts, cleaning the same menu for the last 10 minutes.

"His name is Possum." Y/n looked up at her annoyed. She knew how the other waitresses felt about the people that passed through the town like Possum. They kept making jokes about her getting tested for rabies and STD's.

"Does it matter? I mean you should really set your standards a little above rodents in my opinion." She said rolling her eyes.

"It's a good thing no one asked you. Besides I don't take advice from people who suck off the boss." Y/n spat harshly.

"You don't have to be a bitch about it! So the guy fucked you and left. Big deal. He's literally homeless!" Anna stormed away, snatching the remainder of the dirty menus to clean elsewhere. Y/n hadn't meant to be so harsh but she didn't appreciate any of these people judging her and the way she spent her free time. She had met a lot of people in the Emerald Triangle who were a lot worse than homeless. They didn't even know Possum like that...although, neither did she.

Pulling up to the RV that night, she panicked slightly seeing the lantern on in Possum's tent. He was back but she prayed he would be sleeping. She turned the car off and tried to quietly get out and shut the door without making any noise. She felt ridiculous almost tiptoeing towards the RV.

"Are we supposed to be hiding from someone?" Possum's voice startled Y/n making her jump.

"JESUS!" She yelped.

"Nope...just me...Possum." He held his hand up with a smile.

"I thought you might be sleeping, I didn't want to wake you." Y/n explained.

"Oh no way, I've spent all day trying to get things together for a sort of thank you for last night..." As Possum spoke, Y/n saw that he had set up little plastic candles on the picnic table with what looked like breakfast foods, a small tray of joints and a case of beer.

"I don't really know how to be romantic but I didn't get to cook you breakfast so I wanted to make up for that. I also hope you liked scrambled eggs because I don't know how to make them any other way." He laughed as he gestured for her to sit down.

"You...did all this...for me?" She was baffled. All day she thought Possum wasn't thinking twice about her and last night but he had literally spent all day gathering things to put together this little candle lit breakfast for dinner.

"Possum, you shouldn't have spent money on this. I know you're saving to get home." Possum took her hands and laughed.

"I'll get there...eventually. I wanted to do this." He smiled at her sitting down opposite her. They ate microwave bacon, scrambled eggs, actual pancakes and cinnamon rolls that were a little burned on the bottom from him trying to create a dutch oven over a fire. He talked to her about how him and his mother loved breakfast for dinner and how they had it often enough for him to make it his comfort meal. Y/n felt touched that he would share his comfort meal with her.

When they finished eating, they sat down next to the fire and passed a flask to one another.

"This was all very sweet, thank you for doing this." She laughed but Possum could tell something was wrong.

"Are you okay? Did you have another bad day? I didn't mean to assume you liked breakfast foods-" He asked concerned and she shook her head.

"Honestly, it's my own fault. I spent all day thinking you just sort of took off this morning. If you hadn't left your tent, I would have thought you moved on." Possum cocked his eyebrow at her.

"Well technically I did but only because I knew it would take me all day to find the right stuff I wanted. Plus I mostly walked." Possum explained hoping she knew that he would never just abandon her like that.

"I don't fuck a lot of people Y/n. Last night was special. You are special. I would never leave without saying anything to you first. You know that right?" He asked and Y/n felt the warmth of his touch and the liquor in her belly.

"I do now." She smiled.

"Plus, I was kind of hoping since I made dinner, you could do dessert." Possum pocketed his flask.

"I don't know that I have anything sweet in the RV..." Possum stood up and extended his hand towards her. She took it slightly confused but followed him into his tent. She dropped down to sit on her knees and he did the same, pulling her into a kiss that was much more precious and careful than what she experienced last night. His hands moved slowly over her buttons, stripping her until she was completely naked and lying on her back. He laid between her legs and parted her lips with his tongue. He made his way down her body, sucking on each nipple, nibbling on the meat of her hip and licking her thighs until he was finally face to face with her pussy.

"This was the sweets I was talking about." Possum said before lapping at her cunt. Y/n's hips jumped and she tried not to let out a loud moan. Possum slid down further like he was taking up residency between her legs, using his nose to bump her clit every time he lapped up her juices.

"Oh fuck Possum." She squeezed her tits in her hands tightly trying not to buck up into his face. She could feel his hands holding onto her hips and she gripped his hair, pulling upward and feeling him moan against her.

"You taste so fucking good." He breathed sucking on her clit for a moment before pressing the tip of his tongue down firmly against it and wiggling it.

"God I woke up this morning...wanting to come in here and ride you until you woke up." Y/n moaned trying not to feel completely overwhelmed but Possum was an absolutely munch. The way in which he ate pussy was like someone trying to eat their way into another dimension, suckling and probing as not to miss a single sweet morsel of her.

"Yeah? Let me make up for missing that then." Possum sat up looking over Y/n's naked body and wiping her juices from his chin as he pulled his shirt over his head. Y/n sat up ready to pounce but Possum stopped her.

"I want you to sit on my face. I'm going to make you cum like you did last night and I want to drown in it." Possum licked her bottom lip watching her blush. He laid down and she got up on her knees unsure of just how this was going to work. He place a hand on her knee and pulled one leg over his shoulders and yanked her up towards his face so fast she squealed.

"It's okay. Just ride my face, I promise I will be okay." Y/n honestly had never done this before but Possum's enthusiasm gave her the confidence to just go for it. The way in which his tongue was able to get so deep inside of her from this angle, Y/n couldn't help but feel clenching in her thighs.

"Oh Possum, fuck that feels so fucking good. No one has ever made me feel this fucking good." Y/n was now fully grinding her hips down, letting him use his tongue, nose, even his chin to give her pleasure. She could feel a hum against her pussy and she shivered. It was his moans and they were sending little jolts to her clit. She could feel Possum's hands gripping her ass pulling her down on him harder, making her hump his face with such vigor she wish she had something to hold onto because she would have ground her hips down harder against him.

"FUCK! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum, Possum" She moaned so loud, throwing her head back, she didn't even realize she was squirting again all over his face. She could feel her own release on her thighs and she tried to move away from his face but Possum kept the grip on her ass, holding her there. She slowed her hips, legs jumping from over stimulation before Possum let her fall to the side next to him. You would have thought he just ran a marathon with how wet he looked.

She reached up to wipe his face and he grabbed her hand to stop her.

"Don't you dare. I'm not sharing." His breathing was heavy but you couldn't wipe the smile from his face.

"Do you think I could return the favor?" Y/n reached down and felt for Possum's cock but he laughed when she discovered that he had already cum in his pants.

"Sorry, I really enjoy eating pussy and yours is by far one of the finest I've ever had toe pleasure to enjoy." Possum explained. Y/n shook her head at him blushing once more but still decided to pull his semi hard cock from his pants to look at the mess. He held her eye contact as she leaned down and licked the cum from his cock making him clench his teeth. She licked his cock clean but knew he would need another shower.

"You taste like something I would enjoy choking on." Y/n whispered before laying in the crook of his arm. He pulled her into his side tightly and took a deep breath.

"You are the best part of Emerald Triangle." Possum smiled at her, kissing her lips so they could both taste on another. That night they slept together in the tent, snuggled up and spooning. Y/n fully planned to suck Possum's cock into hardness in the morning so she could start her day with another ride.

[wonderful-magician]

DAROACH HEAD CANNON RAMBLING???

More likely than you would think my friends.

Ok so I worked on the drawing above for maybe 10 hours and I'm very proud of it! And I felt like this post would be a good transition into elaborating MY VERY LONG LIST OF HEAD CANNONS for this rat.... Since he has very little backstory canonically similarly to most Kirby characters who have like a sentence of backstory. And unlike Meta knight or King DDD who have a general concept or idea. We know nothing about the silly rodents!! Nothing!!

( NOTICE THIS IS ONLY FOR MY GIJINKA VERSION OF HIM!! )

So I'm here to basically write a whole damn book for these guys. But specifically daroach because... I'm biased. Lmao. SO I decided to give him something! The life of a poor child from 1920!! ....woohoo?

I believe I've said this before, and I don't think it's that crazy- but I enjoy playing with the fact these characters are for the most part from different planets and have different cultures and experiences because of this. And I love to write little things about it. And just like many others. We have no idea where daroach is even from in the first place.

I like to think the original species of squeaks/squeakers originated from the forgotten land. But at some point they all moved to different planets and locations. You can find them on different planets, and they have a unique culture to each other. The only thing they all share is the bells! Which I shared on my post all about the bells!!

Anyway I figured I would have two bulletin lists about the fun head cannons of mine! But put both of them here for simplicity. And I hope this is coherent and doesn't come off too ... Wow! Tragedy! Daroach is really a chill, happy guy despite some of the things that happened to him in my personal canon...

Despite the events I list here, Daroach actually has a very positive attitude and outlook on life! Despite how his homworld has shitty living conditions and child labor.

Daroach lived with his father until he was ten, when his father was drunk and shot by an officer for being openly against the current mayor.

Daroach never met his mother. But he worries about it little. He cared about it more when he was younger. He also has no known extended family.

Daroach had to live in the streets for a while because of this. Working as a newspaper boy.

He met Storo during this time. The two quickly became good friends. As Daroach was fast and Storo was ... Big. Even as the two were only 10-12 year olds.

The boys became familiar with a lot of the adults in town. Knowing the baker or the locals well. Storo liked to speak to a specific man named doc, quite often.

One harsh winter. Daroach gets sick. And Storo starts to feel under the weather as well. Storo, worried for their well being. Begs doc for help one morning. Doc, after seeing the full conditions of the two boys. Let's them stay with him.

While this was originally temporary, doc ended up enjoying their company. And the three live together like a family. But none of them want to call it a family.

Daroach starts working at a factory and so does Storo. Doc trying to revive his career as a scientist. ( and failing.. miserably. ) around this time doc also takes in spinni. Who's only 7.

Daroach starts to become a more intense thief. While he was always good at it, he did live on the streets for two years after all. But he gets... Very good at theft. For he learns how to float and teleport.

As they all get older. They form a early version of the squeak squad. But it's more like a group formed against the current situations and political climate. As a civil war is occuring in the country and the city is very divided.

Daroach gets himself into a lot of fights. But is both loved and hated by the press. For his hatred to the government but attractive looks by squeak standard.

After daroach is wounded in a fight. They get money, and leave on their newly made airship. Never to return to this planet. As it's just miserable there.

Ok that was a basic outline of his story on my end! Time for more basic head cannons that can be applied much easier !!

Daroach has been smoking since he was like 13. This was normal for his planet. But nowadays he mostly understands his mistakes. But he still smokes, even if he's polite about it and smokes outside it matters little. Meta knight likes to absolutely mock him for this...

Daroach hates being hatless for an extended period of time. It's just ...weird...

Daroach is the only squeak/squeaker to stand on his tiptoes constantly.

Won the triple star in a bet with a certain wizard who plays star stacker.

Used to have a alcohol problem, as his father originally did. But he did actually recover from this.

Dated meta knight for a couple months before they broke up with no explanation.

Nobody but them and galaxia know why.

At the age of 11 he developed a limp and still to this day he doesn't even understand how he got this mysterious limp.

Owns like three of the same outfit and does his laundry often. Pure comfort

Hates not being formal. You won't find this man in public wearing slides and a T-shirt. Must be a poet shirt. Or something alike that.

Totally not weird that he dated meta knights reflection. When he broke up with the real thing.

Okay this better post correctly 🙂

[bxtonpxss]

SHIPPING INFO. answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

what’s your OTP for your muse(s)?

Neya & Thor are the only two applicable options here when it comes to things outside platonic/familial relationships. Opacho is 5 and Jack is also just a baby, but she's like best frienemies with Faolan. I know when you hear OTP its usually referring to romance but I'm super big on platonic relationships being OTPs!

That being said Neya x chemistry, she's not overly complex but Neya is a kind-hearted and deeply supportive type of character who despite often being in situations where she's in way over her head, is willing to persevere and overcome whatever obstacle that may be, especially when it involves people she cares about! If our characters build a relationship through our writing then I will never say no to it! This also applies to Thor! They have a good relationship built through us writing together and/or chatting about stuff via messages I'll never say no.

what are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

Pretty much anything, except you know the obvious and universal no no's.

how large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

Hoo boy ok. So, Neya, for her era (and the author even states this in the manga) at 16 she's considered an adult. On that alone I'd do 2 years younger and 4 years older cause I'm just trying to think of how it'd be from her time period. Now, this ONLY applies specifically for [main verse || itsuwaribito] when she's in her canon universe or some other feudal-era settings. I understand she's still 16 and other people don't vibe with that, I don't force anything on people (at least not intentionally, if you ever feel like I write something that makes you uncomfortable please tell me!) and romance is never my first or main priority, I like crushes/gradual friends to dating/lovers etc when writing anyway. This also obvi needs to be discussed first cause duh. Also, I'm fine with like 'x character looks 16/17 but is actually 100+ years old' (I’m an Inuyasha girly uwu, so we love a good demon/immortal s/o pairing).

For the verse where she's stuck in the future, [verse || under a rock] she is by modern-day laws legally underage. I'd go for 2 at most maybe 3 years older, 1 year younger. For the sub-main verse set at the end of the series with her running her village [verse || nanushi] she's canonically an adult there so I can deal with 10 years older or whatever and when it comes to the monsters/demons/immortal characters, so long as both parties are consenting adults it's cool!

Thor's a talking rodent. He's adult age and would be considered a young adult by human standards I suppose. So as long as the other creature is adult-aged it wouldn't matter to him. I can't put too much thought into this one, trying to make the math make sense is gonna hurt my brain, but obviously NO child-age creatures.

are you selective when shipping?

Can't really say, like excluding Coschu x Surgechu, which happened gradually through jubilantsparks and I's constant gushing about our chus via DMs I've never really shipped seriously with anyone else before so I can't really give an honest opinion about it *kanye shrug*

how far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

When they start undressing and getting real handsy, but none of that will ever be happening here so no need to worry!

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

For Thor, specifically in his Lt. Surge Raichu verse (affectionately shortened to Surgechu) I shipped him with jubilantsparks' Fem!Pikachu OC Elysia who had a Cosplay Pikachu verse (affectionately shortened to Coschu). Coschu x Surgechu was fun and I miss them :') Also, Thor and Elysia in general were my favorite platonic OTP that could have easily become romantic cause they loved and cared for each other so much as best friends who could have just as easily become something more if they wanted to </3

NeRiya with Jade's Iriya . We've had many discussions about this enemies-to-friends/maybe more slow burn/redemption arc for Iriya. I cherish it deeply and Iriya deserved better than what he got in canon ; n ;

does one have to ask to ship with you?

Hmm, not really? I have a very chill and go-with-the-flow type of mindset when it comes to building relationships and shipping in general. The more our characters interact, get to know each other and the closer they become the better! If there's ever a certain aspect of their relationship you wanna discuss with me privately or plot, then just shoot me a message!

Also, I never assume anything so if you're invested off the rip in wanting to pursue the ship beyond them being friends then once again just message me. I'm here to have fun and write with folks, so go for it I will most likely never say no lmao. Crushes on Neya or Thor are also 100% ok, even if it's one-sided I have no problems with it, you don't even gotta ask me for that.

how often do you like to ship?

I've only had two (2) actual ships during my entire time here on this site. I have a bad case of anxiety brain when it actually comes to shipping and I never wanna assume or push anyone into doing anything so it's rare I ever approach. I'll just sit and vibe and settle with my time in the friendzone while making up scenarios in my head like the dork I am.

are you multiship?

Ok, after getting some answers on what multishipping is from an RP standpoint, I want to say yes I am. I'd have no issues with having multiple ship partners. Every character interaction is like in their own separate universes so like I can't understand limiting myself as a single ship. This is subject to change but like I said, I barely have any shipping experience.

are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

More-or-less! As stated above I don't really ask or approach first for ships soooo if it happens it happens. I'm down for shipping off of chemistry through a gradually built relationship!

what is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

ooh chile I'm in a bunch of fandoms lol so I'll just go with the fandoms for my muses specifically. For Pkmn it'll always be ShinHika/Paul x Dawn/ Ikarishipping. Pokeani can pry that dynamic from my cold dead hands.

I like all the potential pairings within Utsuho's group, but that'd be too much to list. Gin x Kin, Neya x Uzume, Neya x Hikae, Hikae x Iwashi.

For SK I was a sucker for Hao x Tamao back in the day. It still could've been cute if Takei didn't turn Tamao into Anna 2.0. I find her whole personality shift weird.

finally, how does one ship with you?

Just write with me! I don't care how many asks or threads we end up having. I cannot reiterate how much I adore relationship building in writing. We write enough threads together and our characters grow to like each other or something I'm 100% down to clown! Also, If you don't suffer from perpetual cold feet like me, just shoot me an IM and let's talk about it! Easy peasy, promise I don't bite!

Nabbed from: @gamenu initially, but I've been seeing other moots do it too! Tagging: @sillymuses, @lostusagis, @museguided, @despairforme, + anyone who sees this!

[kat-of-the-night]

(*waves) Hello, I just wanted to check...is it okay to ask about your OC's? I see you tag posts for them every so often, and I gotta say, I am absolutely fascinated by Roach. If not, that's totally cool 👍

Hfggfbhgfhh my boyyyyyyy~

First off, thank you so much for asking because as amusing as it is to imagine people haphazardly piecing together OC lore through my tags, I didn’t think I’d hook anyone in on that alone. That being said… yes absolutely I’d be thrilled to talk about him! Or anyone I tag for that matter! Apologies if this is a rambling mess because I am... rusty at using words lol

So Roach is a big ol’ goblin creecher and deuteragonist of my most recent brain-worm idea and ‘brain-worm’ is an apt way to describe it because Roach is quintessentially ‘what if you took a bunch of gross, creepy things and made it into the sweetest guy’ and accidentally along the way I realized I was making a Beauty and the Beast-esque story but making it more complex (again) 

The basic setup of his story is this fantastical garden-world of fairies and goblins where society is best summed up as a caricature of pre-revolution French bourgeoisie. While the fairies are ethereal, immortal creatures with butterfly and flower symbolism, goblins are based off rodents with a heavier emphasis on rot and decay. Roach in particular is based off a bat!! His family are the only goblins existing in the world (for lore reasons) and they behave as the antithesis to everything the fairies have going on. 

Roach, despite his bulky, monstrous form (or perhaps because of) is just. So so gentle and kind and full of love for his INCREDIBLY LARGE, REPULSIVE family and has a general appreciation of life and all its little wonders. A romantic at heart!! By fairy standards he’s technically a prince, which he is absolutely not built for.

Which is where the main plot comes in! A fairy socialite called Lavinia is… for lack of a better term, punished into being offered as a bride for him. While intended as a massive insult to the fairy, Roach, appalled, embarrassed, privately offers her a way out of the arrangement. Lavinia, being a creature so spiteful you could cut her and vinegar would pour out, says, “no, we will profit from this”. So the entire story is focused on them conspiring to un-ostracize goblins while navigating a marriage that started off with dubious intent and slowly transforms into a mutual promise to one another. Is it a marriage of political convenience? Is it a real marriage? No one knows and eventually neither do they. 

Tldr; he’s a big ol’ bat critter who is kinda gross but also a massive sweetheart so perhaps it evens out in the end. If I were to visualize him he would look like a Jim Henson puppet. He is everything to me <3

[eld-red]

i was at meet the mercs on saturday. i had so much fun highlights of the night include

getting made fun of for stuttering and then john patrick lowrie saying “good job mate” afterward bc i looked distressed but my life was in fact more fulfilled after having my question answered. i was declared third most pathetic person in the room it was great

JOHN PATRICK LOWRIE HELD!! THE SRAT!! THE SNIPER RAT AND ELLEN SAID HE WAS ADORABLE. and he also said rodents have standards which they do!! rats are incredibly intelligent creatures

so im mixed. im wasian and so. im french and then i have a great-grandfather who was a spy so i had to tell this to dennis who then made what was not a “your mother” joke it was a “your great-grandmother joke” thank you for implying that im related to spy

but i had so much fun i did not have a panic attack like i thought i would and so i did not make a complete and utter fool of myself besides the stuttering thing shoutout to my roommate for coming with me for emotional support. i had so much fun! i need to do my german homework now goodnight

[safyresky]

HELLO! I have Qs for you, my pal! >:D

💞💌💫🎀 (again) 🥰

(writer's asks: let's get REAL)

HELLO

alright alright alright alright let's GO

(I have rearranged the order to better serve everyone's dashes, lol)

💞 what’s the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

DEFFS the characters. Give me the arcs! The good dialogue! I do not want them to be built for the plot, I want them to be LIVING IN THE PLOT! If that makes even a lick of sense

💫what is your favourite kind of comment/feedback?

Oh my god, DEFINITELY the scene by scene word barf! I love the long long comments that just GUSH about each part and point out favourite bits and AH! Every comment is a treat, of course, but those ones? Like a fun Cliff's Notes for my me of my own work 🤩🤩

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

Okay okay okay. Uh. I have noticed recently that my descriptions of what characters are doing as they talk, like body language, facial expressions, etc, has gotten reallty good! Could still use improvement! Like maybe 10 words to describe things instead of 5? But it's been shaping up thanks to reading several other fics that EXCEL at that 😍😍🤩🤩

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Ou! Oh gosh! Okay! Uh! Let me see! How does an Into the Shadows snippet sound? Very excited about this bit lol (under the cut we go!)

Blossom jumped; the voice seemed to come from everywhere, all at once.

“Who said that! Show yourself!” Blossom yelled, stomping her hock. A stick flew up; she grabbed it in her hand. It wasn’t as pointy as she’d like, but it’d do for now. She’d grab the Big Ones if she needed to. She had the fastest draw time of all her siblings!

There was new laughter, now. It sounded sweet. It sounded wrong. It was like a musical chime, but the chime was off. Maybe it was an octave too high. Maybe too low? The weird, echoey vibe to it sent shivers through her furs.

The wave began to swirl. A bright blue light seemed to appear, glowing, within. It drifted to the top, whirling amongst the darkness as the laughter continued. It burst through to the surface; a bright blue ball that twirled, and twirled, until POOF! It glowed even brighter and took the vague shape of a very scary looking blue lady.

She looked like she was made of energy. There was no other way to explain it. Blue energy drifted above and around her head, looking kinda like hair. She had a face, also blue; her eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, all of her facial features were made of energy too. Slightly darker. She was curvy. Or at least, Blossom thought she was by humanoid standards. Behind her exploded energy hair, a bit lower down where her hind would be if she were a Bunny, Blossom could see something flicking back and forth—almost like a tail. A long tail, with a pointy end.

What the heck was this lady?

“Where is the Easter Bunny?” She demanded; her voice smooth.

“Who’s asking?” Blossom replied, crossing her paws.

“Yeah!”

“Who’s asking?”

“Tell ‘em, Lieutenant!”

“I’m asking,” the blue lady said with a grin. A pointy grin, Blossom noticed. Yucky.

“Why do you wanna know?” Blossom asked again, standing her ground. Around her, her siblings began to do the same.

“Because he and I have a little excursion to go on, and I don't take no for an answer.” Her fist lit up blue, and her eyes narrowed. “I am not afraid of a gaggle of little rodents, and nor are my shadowy friends,” she said.

The shadows hissed in agreement; some of them seemed to lick their lips. They didn’t even have lips!

“So you’re here to kidnap the Easter Bunny?” Blossom clarified.

“Basically, yes,” the lady replied.

It was silent for a moment. The shadows hissed; bunny ears flicked and noses twitched. The stick in Blossom’s hand fell. The woman grinned, the shadows shifting faster.

“BUNNIES!” Blossom called out, raising her paw in the air. “WEAPONS!”

“WEAPONS!” a little less than thirty thousand voices rang out.

Thwips and shinks and cracks and thunks filled the air as these small, poof balls of fur pulled out all manner of weaponry. Sharp sticks were brandished, slingshots grabbed and stones in hand. The older rabbits pulled out bats and all manner of sharp objects—one of them even had a dagger that looked like a sword in their tiny little paws.

Blossom held what looked to be two sticks in her paws. She flicked them out and they extended, the batons colourful and splattered with paint. They were a pastel nightmare, which suited Blossom just fine because so was she.

“Well, this was unexpected,” the blue lady said, blinking. “How fun! SICK EM, BOYS!”

And with that, the Easter Battle began.

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Blossom opens Into the Shadows as a fun fact! And she is a TERROR UNTO SOCIETY. She runs the Easter Buns with an iron fist, and protects them with two pastel sticks. She is ready to THROW DOWN at a HARE'S NOTICE (she is a rabbit, after all).

Guess I'll have to tag this one as Shadowy snippets too, eh, K? thanks for the ask!! :)

[technodromes]

I finally decided what Utrom/Kraang actually eat.

Utrom in general

It's mostly tiny rodents, frogs, snails, larvae and bugs crawling, hopping, and slithering around all across Dimension X. Their home diet is not very rich in taste or spice per se, but they occasionally add herbs, powdered minerals, or serve their food with dips (said dips have more resemblance with brackish water than ketchup though). They eat their critters baked, roasted or deep-fried. They're not barbarians mind you, it's just what Dimension X has to offer. Upon coming into contact with other planets more though, they started importing their dishes and even animals to enrich their own kitchen. Earth is among their top ten as far as imported food but also animals go. They cross-bred lizards and other critters of Dimension X and Earth inside their labs with interesting results.

As I stated in another headcanon before, Utrom have tiny stomachs with strong acid to deal with their food quickly. They can deal with most poisons found on earth. Some Dimension X bugs in their native diet have a far stronger poison than our poisonous critters. And as a bonus, the 'Norman'-Androids as well as Subprime's 'Irma' have an installation inside that connects the mouth of their robots with their own to take in food and drinks. That way they won't get into awkward situations when they're with humans and are supposed to eat or drink.

Character-Specific headcanons

Bishop has a very delicate stomach for Utrom standards. He gets nauseous from eating Crystal Worms (worms that look like crystal clusters), Rockbiters (somewhat similar to badgers, but smaller with blue and purple fur), and Bowog Toads (blue toads that look like they're made of metal). His favorite Utrom dish is deep-fried Black Hole Moths (black moths the size of soup bowls). On earth, he can't stomach spicy food, and caffeine hypes him up a lot because he's not yet used to caffeine. He also has, like many Utrom by the way, an allergy to Gluten. He prefers light dishes without much spicing, like rice with cod and peas.

Subprime has no specific (known) food allergies on Utrominon. His favorite home dish is grilled Rockbiters, though he also likes the Black Hole Moth's larvae. He is more used to the dishes on earth than his brother and his stomach is tougher. However, he is also allergic to Gluten and too much sugar has the same effect on him as caffeine for Bishop, which is why he generally avoids sweets.

Krang on the other hand is able to eat like a horse. Spicy food, sweet desserts, poisonous bugs, slimy frogs, he eats it all. Maybe it comes as a surprise, maybe not, but he has zero tolerance for food waste.

[asiahater]

Toronto, July twenty-third, two thousand and four

In the heart of Toronto, at the epicenter of scientific madness, an international conference on nonlinear logic was in full swing. Guests and participants, like a swarm of rodents, filled the walls of the science center, where everything revolved around brain-bending theories. Humanity had gathered its greatest minds—from Japan to America, from Europe to the remotest corners of the world—to discuss the most cutting-edge and, frankly, convoluted ideas in nonlinear systems.

The hall was packed with scientists like a botanical garden is with growing professors with gray hair, graduate students shining with enthusiasm, and a bunch of those who just came for the snacks. On the wall hung an interactive board displaying graphs, diagrams, and other complexities that could induce a nervous tic in any normal person.

The event promised to be as dull as a lab experiment on sterilizing tweezers, until Professor Takashi Iwayama made his appearance. This Japanese scholar was a master of nonlinear logic, and everyone had come to hear his predictions about chaos and order. With his team, he had gained recognition in robotics, bioinformatics, and even economics. Iwayama’s presentations were explosive, and his assistants, Hiroki Saito and Akira Fujita, were also top-notch.

The reception area was lively despite the July heat. The security guard appeared bored, not particularly concerned with what was happening. The registration process went like clockwork: scientists and guests provided their names, signed in, and received their passes. Everything was orderly until she appeared.

The woman seemed to materialize at the doorway, as if from nowhere. She had long black hair that completely obscured her face. She wore a light yellow sleeveless dress—an outfit that was, to say the least, not very formal for such an event, but perhaps the Toronto summer justified her choice.

As she approached the reception desk, the guard, having paused his dull chewing of gum, looked up and with a standard smile said:

"Welcome! Please go through the registration process as a guest. What’s your name?"

He extended his hand, ready to issue a badge, and began searching the list. But the woman remained silent. Instead of answering, she silently took a pen from the desk and confidently wrote something in the guest column.

The guard glanced at the paper in surprise. It read a single word: “Scallop.”

"Uh…" he began, slightly puzzled by her silence and the strange name, but he stopped when the woman, without saying a word, set the pen aside and headed towards the stairs.

He wanted to ask another question, but she had already vanished from his view, ascending the stairs with her long black hair still concealing her face.

After the woman disappeared from sight, the guard, a bit puzzled, pulled out his gum from his pocket and resumed chewing, trying to return to his dreary task. He kept an eye on the passing guests, but his thoughts remained preoccupied with the bizarre incident.

Meanwhile, on the second floor, in one of the student rooms from the local institute, complete chaos reigned. A group of students from the local Institute of Arts and Culture had brought a boombox to liven up the dull conference environment with some music. Their plan was to stage an impromptu "live" music session, which, of course, was a violation of the event’s rules.

As soon as they blasted a loud song by "The Doors", they immediately attracted the attention of security and organizers. One of the guards, noticing the noise, approached the students and asked them to turn off the music. His request was met with friendly laughter and assurances that everything was under control. The students continued to dance and have fun, ignoring all warnings.

“Turn off the music right now!” the guard shouted, already on the edge of irritation. “This is against the rules!”

But the students only laughed and continued their revelry. Meanwhile, Carlton, one of the students, noticed the figure of the woman in the yellow dress ascending the stairs. Her long black hair concealed her face, and the whole thing looked eerie. Carlton was hypnotized, unable to tear his gaze away, while his friends began nudging him:

“Carlton, why are you standing there like a zombie?” one of them shouted, but Carlton didn’t react.

Another, noticing his strange behavior, tried to snap him out of it:

“Hey, Carlton, we’ve been waiting for you, and you’re like you’re in a trance!”

But Carlton continued to stare at the woman, his eyes widening in fear. Suddenly, a chilling whisper echoed in his head, like a voice from the worst nightmare: “Smash your head against the glass!”

Carlton realized he was no longer in control of his body. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, his hands trembled, and his thoughts were tangled. In panic, he bolted from his spot and, without saying a word, hurled himself at the glass cabinet standing in the corner of the room.

Everything happened like in slow motion. Carlton’s friends, witnessing his madness, stood frozen before the scream erupted:

“No! Carlton, what are you doing?!”

Panic swept through the room. The students’ screams, their shocked faces, and their helpless attempts to help only worsened the situation. Carlton crashed into the cabinet, and the sharp shards of glass tore into his neck. Blood flowed across the floor, creating a bloody trail, and the room was filled with a horrifying scene.

The students, in a panic, screamed and tried to pull Carlton away from the shards, but it was too late. The glass had inflicted fatal wounds, and the sight before them was simply horrifying. Hands trembled, cries and moans filled the space.

On the top floor, in the conference hall, the situation was completely different. Professor Takashi Iwayama, a world-renowned Japanese scientist with a quirky sense of humor, stood at the podium before a packed audience as if he were distributing free tickets to a cosmic show. His lecture featured more graphs than a two-hour PowerPoint marathon. He gesticulated as if wielding a magical staff, explaining how nonlinear logic could revolutionize the world—and perhaps turn the scientists themselves upside down if they weren’t careful.

On the screen behind the professor, diagrams and equations flashed like a beginner's video game for mathematicians. The audience, filled with serious scientists and bored researchers, tried to grasp the concepts of nonlinear logic, pretending it was important and occasionally asking questions as if their lives depended on understanding the term "chaos."

“Here, as we see,” the professor continued, “nonlinear systems can appear such that if you only know the initial conditions, the subsequent development will be a mystery. And this is an amazing opportunity for science!”

In theory, everything seemed cool. But then something happened that, unfortunately, was completely unplanned: the alarm blared through the silence like a hammer on glass. The lights in the hall began to flicker and go out, plunging everyone into a menacing half-light.

Scientists, absorbed in their notebooks and deep thoughts, froze in shock. Their faces twisted into expressions of absolute terror. At first, everyone thought it was just an unusual break, but when the real evacuation began, panic seized the hall.

“Damn it, what’s that noise?” someone shouted, tossing their notebook as if it could explain what was happening.

“Maybe it’s a false alarm?” one woman suggested, her voice trembling as though she were sitting on a powder keg.

“Get out of here!” another participant shouted, rushing towards the exit. “What if it’s not a false alarm?”

Professor Iwayama, trying to maintain control of the situation, began mumbling into the microphone:

“Please remain calm. Follow the instructions of the security personnel and evacuate in an orderly manner.”

But chaos had already taken over. One of the security guards began shouting through the microphone as if he were in an action movie:

“Attention, participants! Head to the exits! We have information about an incident on the second floor. It does not threaten your safety, but evacuation is required.”

The crowd panicked as if faced with imminent doom:

“Why isn’t anyone explaining anything?” one of the scientists sobbed, looking like they were in a bad horror film.

“Does anyone know what’s happening? Why can’t we stay here?” another woman asked, her face showing exam-like fear.

“Oh God, I hope this isn’t the end of the world,” someone muttered, grabbing a neighbor’s sleeve and trying not to get lost in the chaos.

Meanwhile, the woman in the yellow dress, as if she were going on a picnic, calmly ascended the stairs. In the corridor of the second floor, amidst the panic, Takao Sato, the professor’s assistant, was rushing to figure out what the heck was going on. With a notebook in hand and his mind a tangled mess, he resisted the panic and still tried to understand the escalating chaos around him.

Seeing the woman in the yellow dress, Takao initially thought she was just another lost soul. But as he approached, his eyes met her enigmatic face, and his inner world fell apart. He recalled ancient myths about Yūrei—Japanese ghosts known for scaring people out of their wits.

“This… this is impossible,” Takao mumbled, feeling his heart pounding like a punk rock band. “Yūrei…”

The realization that he was possibly facing a malevolent spirit, not just a strange lady, drove him into a frenzy. He began searching for a way to stop her. His mind raced, trying to come up with something to counter this supernatural being that seemed like a cruel joke of fate.

Trying to attract the attention of security, his cry was drowned out by the general noise:

“Security! Something’s wrong! It’s… it’s a Yūrei! We need to do something!”

Meanwhile, the woman in the yellow dress continued her steady advance towards the lecture hall, paying no attention to anything around her. Her eyes held neither fear nor regret—only a calm, terrifying resolve.

As Professor Iwayama and his team, like the last heroes in a movie, returned to the hall, the professor immediately began explaining the plan:

“Hey, attention everyone! We have a unique entity here that defies ordinary logic. We need to employ nonlinear logic to create a model that will disrupt its usual patterns.”

Some participants, still in shock, tried to focus. The professor continued explaining as if his life depended on it:

“We need to use nonlinear systems. Small changes can lead to wild results. If we create unstable conditions, it won’t be able to handle the situation. For example, we can apply algorithms to make conditions constantly changing and confusing it.”

The team members began creating this unstable model, using whatever they could find: computers, paper, anything. Professor Iwayama, like a true captain, oversaw the process, controlling every step. His calmness and confidence were like good coffee—just what was needed to keep everyone alert.

When the woman in the yellow dress with long black hair entered the hall, fear was almost palpable. At first, her movements were calm and confident, but soon they began to change drastically. The woman started hissing like an enraged cat, and her movements became aggressive and erratic, as if she were in agony.

Professor Iwayama quickly directed his team:

“Let’s use all the principles of nonlinear logic. Create unstable conditions to disrupt her control over the space.”

The scientists began articulating their logical constructs aloud despite their growing fear. One of them suggested:

“Let her expect certain conditions for control. We can disrupt this expectation by creating situations where her actions lead to unexpected results.”

Another added:

“Let’s create conditions where her attempts to manipulate space lead to endless paradoxes. Let her efforts result in new instabilities.”

Feeling her control slipping away, the woman in the yellow dress started bleeding. Dark stains began to appear on her dress, and she became even more aggressive. She tore apart glass panels, leaving a trail of destruction and chaos behind her.

The scientists continued their struggle, their voices growing more tense:

“If she expects a certain path for escape, we can create contradictions in that path,” said one of the scientists, trying to hide the tremor in his voice.

“Let her actions lead to destructive outcomes,” added another.

The scientists continued to create paradoxical conditions. They discussed ideas aloud, directing their logical constructs against the woman:

“If she thinks her bleeding wounds will help her survive, we can create conditions where her state becomes even more critical,” suggested a third scientist.

“Let’s create a scenario where her own actions lead to increased pain and fear. Let her attempts to control space result in her own destruction,” added Professor Iwayama.

[surveillance-0011]

Thinking about + bullshitting alien anatomy. esp with nipulon something about him is. bringing out da brainstorm

looking at his lil concept art page (posted to IGN) he is inspired by ants,, he is certainly ant esque,, in my mind he's something like a naked mole rat-ant-thing. Not one to one, probably more omnivorous than a mole rat... not a rodent either per se? maybe more of a bat thing that lost. every thing that made em bats? something like that. either way eusocial animal,,but he said IM NOTHING LIKE YALL and left the hive to do his own thing. which probably wasn't good for his hive-mind-built brain but hey. what ever.

His mechanical half is kind of strange. He's basically. In armor + has prosthetic legs but I wonder if it's. Meant to read as armor or more along the lines of a cyborg situation??? And I'm assuming that the nipples showing through is. That's probably some sort of alien socialization thing. As a whole there's a handful of shirtless mammalian aliens but this is a stranger case of only nipples. I'm guessing that's some standard from home.

im also a little curious abt how the. mechanisms of the trip-fight. i guess he's high too? to some extent at least? some sort weaponized folie a deus. i wonder if hes got some sort of ability to tune into that stuff well. low grade psychic or just in tune with?? psychonaut shtuff??? le shrug le shrug. He's also trying to be psycho mantis and he only really manages the achievement if that's even in his control sooo :shrug: :shrug: :shrug: maybe he's a low-grade psychic that would be wild if you knew someone who was genuinely psychic and only used it to give people achievements and control the way their trips go. Imagine that.

Krubis is pretty heavily based on Mondo Gecko but toads r also an inspo,, some sort of reptile-amphibian leaning more towards reptile. space gecko yaaay he's a more straightforward case. Assuming he's native to swampy or rainforest climate? Anyway i choose to believe his eyes are pink. The aliens deserve weird eye colors. Hm. And uh herbivores or omnivores meant to eat more tubers and stalks n stuff than meat. And uh. Meant to have a tail but his was docked+ cauterized early on in life. That and I hc he was born w/o his arm rather than him losing it later in life. Maybe he was just born without a tail too.

Skrendel biology is weird but they are. Mammals. Live birth + hair + nipples. They do have scales but I feel like this is more adjacent to. Armadillos and Pangolins. Though who knows they could be something in between. It's space. But still much more mammal ish. Kind of like. Weird dog-chimps behavior wise? With extra alien fuckery. I assume there's a sea cucumber situation where the uh. exit is the entrance. Everything goes in and out of that mouth..eugh.. guess whatever they can't digest is just regurgitated. I do not know how reproduction works and I am afraid to ask. I don't know how any of their non-digestive systems work and I am afraid to ask. If I even am on the right track with how they consume their food. god.

They cooperate well. I assume that's natural. As for their stacking up into Bro-Tron? May or may not be unique to them but I'm sure there's similar things out there in their species. Probably some sort of extremophile/generally hearty, must have some sort of hyper specific niche bc I do not know what would. Cause this pathway of evolution. Mimicry maybe? Or some sort of genetic modification? A lot of irony in that latter idea.

Douglas. Blood should have been blue. Purple maybe. Pink even. I reject the same red blood being used for everything. God bless. I assume unlike earth cephalopods he has some semblance of a skeletal structure in his face. Some sorta cuttlebone that makes sure his face doesn't cave in? Then again it could be the same sort of thing Earth octopuses have going on where there's no skeleton but some level of structure keeping things in place. Beak evolved to a more toothlike structure and unlike with actual cephalopods his mouth is within his mantle rather than in the center of his tentacles. Probably not capable of camouflage? Feel like it would've been utilized otherwise? But he's got ink.

Douglas and Gibs both rely on their suits to really function- in Giblets's case he can't even live without it. Needs it to breathe + probably has a different pressure an whatnot. In general we see a lot of cybernetic augmentation here. It's just a lot more commonplace.

Speaking of. Giblets. Hm. Scavenger. #1 Carrion fan yummy whale fall yummy roadkill. I'm thinking uh maybe from a pretty low-gravity low-pressure sort of environment where he can kind of wriggle around and better manage science stuff as a worm.

Uhh Garm. Idk. terrorvision reference. Nice. Assuming that smoking people has some sort of benefit to his species probably initially for extra nutrition and figuring out that they could get high from some of the things they drained life from developed into a social cornerstone. Weird toad slug thing. Might have some sort of bare-bones skeletal system? Similar dilemma with Douglas here but they could very well be total invertebrates. Mostly fat and muscle either way. I don't have too much else to say atm I gotta think shit over. But hm. Blunt tadpole.

Gurgula. hm. Nocturnal/crepuscular. Not sure if the extra metal arms are implanted in or if he can take them off. Omnivorous probably sort of scavengers meant to eat fruit and bugs and whatever else they can get their hands on. The dark eye patches are for seeing at night aaaand I'm describing a raccoon. This is a raccoon. I guess. Some sort of proto mammal. synapsid? Extra arms presumably formed to help with mobility + holding onto prey.. Might have evolved from arthropods? Might be bugs? raccoon protomammal bug thing?? Possibly arboreal or meant to live in a more woodsy/forest adjacent habitat

We don't know a lot abt Smithon Wesson yet but I'm sticking by my guess that he's the same species as Gurgula and the differences are mainly due to 1) genetic variation (Smithon has less of a dark patch around his eyes + a squarer, broader face) 2) age (Gurgula is noticeably old) and 3) Smithon is Yet Another Example of cybernetic augmentation + prosthetics considering he's also got a whole mech or replacement metal body. Has the same sort of look to it as Gurgala's extra arms... that and with Gurgs owning an actual luger + Wesson being named after a gun manufacturing company that there's some connection there so... probably same species or genus or whatever. Just a hashtag game theory.

Gene's limbs appear to be regrowing, not sure if his eye is healing up or not. Something like a weird legged slugthing to me. shrug. Many aliens are slug like in this universe. That and amphibians. Some reptiles too Slug salamander skink thing. sure. I have to think a bit more about this guy.

God not to mention the gatliens. We kind of get an idea of em but. Hm. Alien gun. I want to know more about em hopefully the comics show us a bit more abt life on gatlus god please.

They’re strange. Probably amphibious? They have a lot of features like frogs and salamanders but they’re also kind of slugs. I do like the idea of little tadpole gats… aw little water guns… tee hee… it seems like they don’t have to eat a lot but they all do just ask for water in that one preview comic page so I’m assuming they need hydration :3c

In general i like to think aliens will straight up eat things that could kill a human ten times over. But likewise I'm sure vice versa is also true. Scare your alien homies by eating chocolate in front of them. And then they'll get you back by chugging drain cleaner.

God and Mux. God there’s just a lot to offer. I gotta think this shit over.

[thelediz]

Sonic Underground 08: Tangled Webs

I’m watching Sonic Underground in search of inspiration to finish a fic I’ve been writing forever. It’s a sad state of affairs. See the recap of the first three episodes here, if you're interested!

The plot (for want of a better word): Sonic’s old friend Cyrus has turned traitor, hoping to exchange the Sonic Underground to save his father from Robotnik’s evil clutches! Will the Sonic Underground escape, and can they turn Sonic’s oldest friend back to the side of good?

I mean, of course they will, but lean into the drama for me a little, will you?

The first words are “Learning to trust” and I am already bracing myself because I just KNOW this is not going to be resolved satisfactorily.

Also we just had an episode about someone who can’t trust their own inventions and father like two episodes ago, so um…

Hey! The first glimpse we get of the Sonic Underground’s underworld bars. These are surprisingly common and apparently Sonic likes hanging out in them.

ALSO. QUEEN ALEENA SIGHTING. I CANNOT GET A CLEAR SHOT DUE TO MY OLD AND COMPRESSED VIDEO BUT APPARENTLY THE QUEEN ALSO HANGS OUT IN SEEDY BARS.

Cyrus! Cyrus always has terrible animation, but that’s because he’s on this show. I love Cyrus for the same reason I love all the Sonic Underground recurring OCs: he’s such a gold mine for interpretation, and absolutely nothing in his actual canon material.

And a quick scene between Robotnik and Sleet that is one of the reasons I love Sleet as a character. You might remember from early episodes that Sleet and Dingo are self-employed mercenaries that have been forced to work for Robotnik. Left to his own devices, Sleet is remarkably crafty and probably quite effective, but he will always echo Robotnik’s orders, and that makes him sloppy. This will continually bite him. It’s such a nice detail.

Yet another example of smiles in a supposedly stressful scene, and of Sonia trying to ‘stick to the plan’ while Sonic’s being irresponsible (waylaid by Cyrus) and Manic isn’t listening. Because Sonia is the Perfect Freedom Fighter, just ask the writers.

Hedgehogs aren’t rodents, Sleet.

Seriously, the animation this episode is atrocious.

Sonia’s superstrength! Counter +1

And Sonic effortlessly destroys the factory on his own. Why do we have his siblings in this show?

…so in this episode, Sonic is supposedly learning that “there is something to this plan stuff”. He will occasionally remember this, but only if it helps Manic look bad, but mostly he will remain an improvisor. It’s… tiring, if only because—as proven BY THIS EPISODE—Sonic doesn’t need plans! He will always win with or without plans, and most plans only make things unnecessarily harder. IT’S A PLOT HOLE I LIVE IN.

TREVOR. Who is here to introduce Sanctuary, a haven for orphaned kids run by the Resistance that will never be mentioned again.

But I have to say, Sanctuary is one of the reasons I like Cyrus. Because Cyrus ONLY betrays Robotnik when he hears there are kids involved. That’s his moral line – not his old friend, not his loyalty to queen and country, not even hatred of Robotnik, it’s just orphan kids. It seems basic and a very standard moral line, but in context, that gives him some interesting layers that I like to play with.

THE SONG: The Children Light the Way. Oh wow, the ballad about kids. These were so big in the 80s and 90s. This song would have gone off in the charts, you have no idea.

…and like I said, Sonic gets out of this by not sticking to the plan. Narratively, it’s because he’s the hero, but I will absolutely make it out as a plot point, honestly.

And Cyrus loses his dad. And that’s how we end the episode.

No, I say again, we end the episode by acknowledging the loss of a parent. That was so huge at the time and it went completely unacknowledged because this show and this episode are generally such a trashfire.

I so wish this episode had better animation, because if it did this would have been a really good and important episode, showcasing all the things I like about it. Instead, it’s… kind of urexample of everything that this show is: terrible animation, interesting characters, amazing worldbuilding, horrible plotholes.

I love it dearly.

The counters:

Sonic implying less than 100% American heterosexuality: 2

Sonia's super-strength: 2

Sonia's in love with Bartleby: 1/37

Manic's Thievery Is A Problem: 1

Come back tomorrow if you want to know more!

[baggingthefleas]

   Fleabag obsessively performs; both to her audience (of which she is hyper aware) and for men as a homogenous group.

    Fleabag’s sexuality is obsessive and ostensibly shaped by an undercurrent of hetero pessimism (Holzberg and Lehtonen 2021), in that while she craves male validation and the ideal of an arbitrary heterosexual relationship and sexual intimacy, she does not see any appeal (and is in fact actively dissatisfied) in the actual act/partnership and seems to possess a kind of theoretical fatigue. Stating that “I'm not obsessed with sex. / I just can’t stop thinking about it. / The performance of it. The awkwardness of it. The drama of it. The moment you realise someone wants your body… not so much the feeling of it” (p7). The cumulative listing of the aspects of sex she enjoys serve as a sort of justification as to why she pursues and dwells on it as a means of emotional validation. 

    Indeed, Fleabag’s constant mockery of other people is a reflection of fears she harbours within herself , and are complemented by the sentiments expressed when she talks about her own personhood. For example, “He’s thin but baggy. His skin pinches in my grasp. It’s disgusting….” only being said one ‘scene’ before Fleabag’s admittance that “I know that my body as it is now is the only thing I have. And when it gets old and unfuckable I may as well kill it” 

    One of the men she uses to fulfil this innate need to feel desired is the ‘rat man’ she meets on the tube, as not only does he desire her carnally, but he is seen as something she is able to mock and use to elevate her own sense of self worth. The ‘rat man’s’ lack of a name dehumanises him and removes him from the audience in a similar way that we are removed from Fleabag herself, presenting him as a tool for sexual validation rather than a character deserving of depth. His likeness to a rodent can be read as not only a commentary on beauty standards, and therefore the sexual standards that fleabag holds herself to, but also suggests that Fleabag views the presence of men as pests, likening them to vermin despite craving their attention.