#hes not going to look like he should because i dont have object permanence for changing hairstyles and nothing is quite the same

[vigilskeep]

will you show us how you recreated hawke in dai? :) i think it's fun attempting to make the same character in a different visual style

i will but i think i may have to go back and recreate him... he’s def heading in the right direction but there’s way too much forehead. it is a significantly too much forehead situation. also the complexion is wrong and his nostrils are set too high so because he’s all frowny on account of being red hawke he looks like he’s permanently sneering. also i tried too hard for the weirdness of his eye colour and i think just a straight amber yellow will work better, i tried to include the sort of reaver sith bloodshot effect i imagine and it lost the uhh predatory brightness which is really more important. it needs work. is what i’m saying

[inej-ruination-ghafa]

PICK AND CHOOSE - l.c

Warnings: skin picking

Summary: the one where Luke and you finally discuss whatever is going on in the relationship

Wordcount: 2.4k

You sat down on his bed, the Hermes cabin empty because they were working on a prank against the Athena cabin with the Hephaestus boys.

You had called for this conversation with Luke, both of you putting it off because what was there really to say. This was it now and your heart was speeding up at a record time and you were worried it was going to beat so fast it would fly out of your chest.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah, just-” you looked down at your hands, fingers picking at the skin by your fingernails, “-I dunno, just feeling a little insecure,”

You could feel the shame wash over you at the words because there is no need whatsoever for you to feel that way.

well there is.

At least that’s what you tell yourself as you continue to stare at your skin, hoping that the insecurity will go away with every tug of the hangnails at your fingers.

Maybe it was the fact that he had been paying you no attention since that night or maybe it was the way that you couldn’t stand the thought of other girls looking at him the way that they do, eyes roaming over his body. God, you should be the only one allowed to look at him like that.

You didn't know how long you had been silent for before he reached down and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Insecure?”

You scoffed at his words. This was not how this should go. You were supposed to be okay with casual, that’s what the two of you had discussed.

Insecure. The word made you feel sick to your stomach because it was such a petty feeling, like envy and jealousy. It came out of nowhere and sometimes just surprised you but you had been feeling it all your life.

It had been a rough day anyway but the way he said the words made it even worse. It felt like he was taunting you.

You pulled your hand away and placed it back in your lap, only just noticing the skin bleeding at your fingernails.

“It’s silly, I know-“ you started to say and he cut you off.

“It’s not silly,” he reassured, “Everyone gets insecure,”

You shook your head, “This-” you gestured between the two of you, “-us,” just saying the word made your face heat with embarrassment because what us was there.

It felt wrong, like two little kids playing dress up at having feelings. Luke was the first guy you had ever thought about in this way and here you were making a fool of yourself in front of him.

“I dont mean to be-” the words couldnt come. This was one of those emotions that you could never quite phrase and no matter what word you used, it always came out wrong, “-needy?”

Luke could sense your uncertainty about it all and he just watched you intently, those eyes that you could stare in for hours now only gave you one look. Pity.

You had to fight back the words that were trying to claw out of your throat. You wanted to yell and scream and tell him how pathetic that look made you feel, like you were some rescue puppy he had found on the streets and taught new tricks. He was your first: first kiss, first makeout, first…

Images flashed in your mind of him laying in your empty cabin, shirtless, you on top of him, hands pressed against his chest. Then you were lying there next to him in his bed, head laying against his chest as he explained the book he was reading to you. Those moments felt so far away as you looked into his eyes.

“You’re not being needy,”

this time you did scoff, “You know that thing babies get when they play peek-a-boo? Object permanence? I feel like I have that with people. Like if you’re not in the room then you must hate me and this paranoia has followed me round my whole life. Gods, sometimes, dont you just think that everyone hates you and that they’re faking being friends with you?”

The words stumbled off of your tongue before you could stop them and by then you had blurted it all out, chest heaving at the end as you realised how vulnerable you had just been in front of him.

You didn’t even look up from your hands as you waited to hear his response. He was going to hate this and you knew it.

Luke was so calm all the time, holding his composure about this. He barely even mentioned whatever was going on between you when you were with the other campers. It was like you didn’t even exist.

You couldn’t quite but your finger on how long you had been sitting on that feeling but maybe it had been there since the moment you first kissed in your cabin after the bonfire, his lips tasting like the moonshine the Dionysus kids brewed and his hand pressed firmly against your back.

You finally looked up at him, eyes meeting yours. When you would stand up, there was a significant height difference but here, sitting down, you were on even playing ground.

“We can stop,”

those words made your heart sink, stomach twisting into knots at the idea. How could you go back to the way things were before when he had been looking at you like that? When you knew what he sounded like in bed, breathy words whispered into your ear?

“That’s not why I came here,” you stated, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to put into words the way you felt.

There were no words and there never would be. How could you ever express all of the love and care that you have for him without seeming obsessed after two makeout sessions. This was supposed to be casual.

You had promised him no feelings from either of you and yet here you were less than two weeks later, heart so full to the brim with him that any pain he felt, you felt tenfold.

“Then why did you?” He asked so nonchalantly and you could feel the tears burning at the back of your eyes.

Shaking your head, you looked back at your blood stained fingernails, “I shouldn’t have,”

His eyes trailed down to your hands. You both shared the same bad habit, biting at your fingernails. His were painful, bitten to the halfway point and scared yet yours were healed, nice paint always draped on top to hide the peeling of your skin - your next victim.

Luke grabbed onto your hands to stop you from the compulsion and you felt forced to look into his eyes, “I don’t want to stop either,”

They were the words that you wanted to feel so why did they make your heart sink even lower into your chest?

“I-” the words were caught in your throat. Keep your composure. Thats what you kept repeating to yourself as you felt the tears brimming on your waterline. Crying in front of him was not on the agenda today.

Casual. Most boys dream and most girls nightmare. You should be okay with all that you could get from him, a kiss here and there but maybe that was making these feelings worse.

Maybe it was the way that he wouldn’t act like he wanted you on some nights, barely even acknowledging that you are there, his conversation focused on some other camper as you stood by the sidelines waiting like an idiot.

Maybe it was the way he talked to other girls, their eyes trailing over his shoulders and arms like he was on the market, hand on his shoulder as they laughed at one of his shitty jokes.

Maybe it was the way that you wanted him to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you close, to kiss you when the other head of cabins were looking, to want to make out with you when he was sober as well as drunk.

“I like you,” you blurted the words out.

He chuckled, “I like you too, is that not obvious,”

You shook your head with disdain at his comment. This was not time for silly jokes.

“No. I really like you and I dont want you to kiss other girls,”

his brow furrowed and he shook his head quickly, “Who said I want to kiss other girls?” He questioned.

You shrugged, a sheepishness coming over you at your admissions, “Beckendorf,” you stated, “He said he wanted to wingman you,”

”Did I say I wanted Beckendorf to wingman me?”

“No, but-“ you furrowed your brow and he just looked at your confusion.

“I like you a lot,” he promised but the words seemed to melt off of your skin like they meant nothing, “I do not want other girls, it’s just-“

You cut him off before he could finish his sentence. “You want to be single but have me on the side, just in case you get bored?”

He could hear the spitefulness in your words, the anger in your tone and he wondered how long this had been building up in your chest for, how long you had been wanting to say this to him.

“That is not what you are to me,” he reassured but the words didn’t help.

Scoffing, you pulled your hands away, “Then why don’t you want to kiss me? Why do I have to make the effort all the time?”

He tilted his head to the side and looked at you, watching as a tear slipped over your waterline. You cursed yourself as he leaned forward and wiped the tear away with the pad of his finger. He hated to see you like this, so much self loathing inside of you.

“I’m nervous,”

Now that was a ridiculous statement, “You? Nervous,” you shook your head at the woods because there was no way that they could ever be true, “You are like the coolest person I know, why would you get nervous?”

You watched as a blush crept up to his cheeks, “Because you’re the coolest person I know,”

your eyes widened at his admission and you wondered if he meant it.

“I worry that we are going to screw up our friendship by doing this, that I am no going to be a good boyfriend for you. I cannot lose you,” he admitted and you just sat there for a moment, staring at him.

“I think i just did, screw it up I mean,”

He shook his head, “You? Never,” he promised, hand coming down to rest on your knee which you only just noticed was bouncing up and down in your nervous state, “I care about you so much,”

”Then show it,”

“The other campers-” he started to say and you sighed. Great. Another excuse why you were not going to be working out.

“Ignore them, let’s be us,” you were practically begging at this point because you knew he could call this arrangement off any second and you would be left drowning in all the affection you never got to show him.

“I don’t want them to know, they will get involved and ruin this,” he was right and you hated that.

“I want you to want me,” the words tumbled from your mouth easier than you expected them to, “I want to be at the bonfires and you dance with me and talk to me and it sounds so needy,”

“It’s not needy,”

”It is!” You exclaimed.

The room went silent and you were left staring at one another, listening to the creeking of the walls in the wind and the rustling of the grass, “It is,” you repeated, a little bit quieter.

”I can’t do casual,”

He nodded, understanding the complexity of it all, “I can’t do a relationship,”

A sob was caught in your throat as you heard those words, they were the last thing that you wanted to hear and he knew that, watching as your face contort at his statement, lip trembling as you tried to stop the tears from overflowing.

“Okay,”

He tilted his head to the side, “Okay?”

You just shrugged because what was there left to do. There was no way that you were going to be able to convince him that you were worth it, that you were worthy of being his girlfriend if he didn’t want to be convinced.

“You’re an idiot,” he stated and you turned to look at him with a face that read shock horror.

“Excuse me?”

He could see all the hurt and anger bubbling up inside of you, brows pulling together and nose scrunching up just like it always did before a fight. He knew you too well.

“I would try. For you,” he stated and there it was again, the flip of emotion on your face to one of confusion, your lip pulling up in confusion, brows still furrowed but softening to complexity, “I want you in my life and more than a friend,”

You shook your head because this was all so wrong. You stood up, head spinning. This was not the way that this was supposed to go. This was going to be you breaking this thing off with him and yet here you were potentially entering into a relationship.

He followed after you before you could reach the cabin door, hand sneaking around your waist to pull you closer to him, “Say yes,”

“Luke,” a hand came out, balancing against his chest.

“Say yes,” he repeated, nose nuzzling against your throat. You knew this was wrong but Gods, it felt so right.

“Luke,”

He hummed in response, looking up at you with those big brown eyes that you had come to love over the years.

”Say yes,” he hoped one more time would do the trick.

You nodded your head, leaning down to feel his breath against your lips, “Okay,” you nudged your nose against his, “Okay,”

“Be my girlfriend?” The words seemed so natural on his tongue and you couldn’t fight the warm feeling in your chest at being addressed in that way.

You kissed him then and there. There still were not enough words to explain this feeling but as you kissed against the door in the Hermes cabin, you knew you were going to regret this moment in the long run.

But right now, there was no regret.

A/N sorry for the lack of posts, I've been at uni for a while but I'm feeling the inspiration. This is good for you guys and bad for me because this is the most autobiographical fanfic I've written in a while so enjoy as my love life plummets to hell

[purplespaceace]

very few characters actually have adhd in media, and when they do, what people mean by that is just that they fidget a lot, not that they have adhd. the only character with adhd I can think of where I’ve watched/read it and I’ve gone, “oh, this character actually has adhd” is Jake peralta from Brooklyn 99. so, here’s my take on how to write adhd, with examples from Brooklyn 99.

I’ll do the best I can to separate them into three categories; the three things people look for in adults with ADHD, which are rejection sensitivity dysphoria, an interest-based nervous system, and emotional hyperarousal.

I’ll also randomly bold and italicize bits so people with ADHD can actually read it.

Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria, or RSD

Rejection sensitivity dysphoria makes people with ADHD overly sensitive to criticism, even if they perceive a rejection and there actually isn’t one. Their emotions are also very strong generally. Because of RSD, people with ADHD become people-pleasers and can develop anxiety because they’re so eager to please.

For me, RSD makes me cry an embarrassing amount for any little reason. in your writing, make your characters overdramatic, criers, and/or people-pleasers. They’ll have trouble saying no. They may also be over competitive, as their perceived rejection may include losing.

how does Jake show this in b99? When Jake comes up with a catchphrase and Rosa says it’s terrible, jake is far more hurt than he should be. He hates losing, and he gets overly upset whenever someone says they don’t like him or don’t trust him, etc. he’s also a people pleaser who has trouble saying no.

An interest-based nervous system

An interest-based nervous system includes hyperfocuses and an inability to pay attention. It stems from the fact that we can’t make as much dopamine as neurotypicals. This means that while neurotypicals get dopamine after completing a task, people with ADHD don’t. That means that people with ADHD don’t have any reason to do tasks, especially those they don’t like. This leads to executive dysfunction—people with ADHD will know they have to or want to do something, but they can’t seem to do it. people with ADHD hyperfocus on things that bring them dopamine. I was obsessed with warrior cats for three years. But hyperfocuses can also last a short amount of time—I’ll have a drawing idea in the middle of class and won’t be able to concentrate on anything else before I finish it. this is where our impulsiveness comes from. we can leap into things we think will give us dopamine without thinking, which can lead to injury. We also tend to tell people personal things they don’t want to hear because of this, and don’t have very good boundaries. We sometimes say whatever comes into our head, which can also result in us being rude on accident. Our voices can also get very loud or we can interrupt people frequently because we’re so impulsive. When people with ADHD hyperfocus, they can forget about anything else. I’ll forget to eat if I’m busy reading a Wikipedia article about feminism in the 1850s, and won’t go to the bathroom or drink water either. It’s also important to note that taking away distractions doesn’t help, because we can do things like pick at our skin and daydream—something that people with ADHD do a lot of. Because of executive dysfunction, people can call people with ADHD lazy or irresponsible.

people with ADHD can also be extremely indecisive because ADHD affects our executive functioning, and making decisions requires planning and prioritizing, and task initiation, which are both executive functions!

people with ADHD also have poor memory for important things, but tend to remember random bits of trivia. Poor memory leads to object permanence problems, which means people with ADHD can forget to call a friend back for weeks, forget that they need to read library books in a closed cabinet, or forget that the vegetables they got will go bad. People can sometimes say that people with ADHD don’t care about anything because of this.

people with ADHD can also be prone to depression because of under or overstimulation. Boredom feels painful for people with ADHD. If we’re overstimulated, we can experience sensory overload—if things are too bright or too loud, if too many things are touching us at once—often it’s not because the thing is too intense, but because too many things are happening at once.

We also have something some people call dolphin brain, where we jump from one thing to another. From the outside, it looks really random, but I find that when I’m talking to another neurodivergent communication is generally easier. For instance, someone with ADHD might see a bee at a baseball field and tell their team about the time they saw whales at seaworld because their little brother was also stung by a wasp there. people will see no connection on the outside, but it makes perfect sense to the person with ADHD.

people with ADHD can also be overachievers, either because they hyperfocus on schoolwork or their RSD makes it so that failing at something isn’t an option. people with ADHD can also be very controlling and stubborn, probably because we hyperfocus on something and cant handle it being any different, and any change to our plans can be seen as rejection.

we can also have a hard time ordering our thoughts or doing stuff like math in our head. a lot of the time I number my thoughts like, 1. this reason, 2. this reason, etc. even if theres only two or sometimes I just need the 1. as a transition for my brain. when I don’t write it down or organize it like that it feels like I’m trying to grasp ropes that have been covered in oil (it’s not going to happen) and then my brain gets all jumbled and I have to restart at the beginning. this is probably just me, but it feels the same way when I’m reading long paragraphs of something uninteresting, or even short bits of historical documents because the way they phrase things is really pompous and hard to process.

also, stuff like caffeine calms us down and helps us focus. people who don’t take medication (me) often drink coffee or caffeinated sodas to focus.

another random tip, but if your character with ADHD also is genderfluid or genderflux, they might have a hard time figuring out their gender sometimes, because we can be known to have a hard time putting our feelings into words or our brains will just go, “nope, not thinking about that right now” and move on, which can be pretty frustrating.

people with adhd also have a trait called time blindness, where we have no idea how long something takes and therefore can’t manage our time very well. this often results in us being late or just sitting around the house because we got ready way too early.

we also have something called consequence blindness—we do things and are completely unaware of the consequences. if I don’t brush my teeth, I get cavities. but I don’t think about that when I’m deciding I’m too tired to brush my teeth.

in b99, jake regularly stays up all night solving cases and watches documentaries on random topics. He’s also very distractible—when they’re trying to find the person who sent Captain Holt death threats in the train yard, Jake says he and captain holt should take a train trip together sometime. Jake says that he’ll forget Amy if they don't work together because he’s like a goldfish.

Emotional hyperarousal

This is the only thing people tend to include when writing characters: the fidgeting. People with ADHD tend to need more stimulation than others, so we’ll do things like draw during class and chew on pens.

people with ADHD can also have apd, or auditory processing disorder. we tend to watch shows with subtitles on and may take a second to process what you’re saying, or hear it wrong. The subtitles thing may be partially do to creating just the right amount of stimulation, but if I don’t have subtitles, me and my other friends with ADHD will watch tv with the volume turned up very high. People with ADHD also can have a hard time interpreting other people‘s tone and have a hard time controlling their own. They can be bad at social cues and have poor manners because we don’t pick up on that stuff.

people with ADHD also tend to observe everything or nothing at any given time, mostly based on the amount of stimulation they have—if they dont have a lot in their main task, they’ll need to take in something else at the same time. Likewise, if I’m hyperfocusing on something I often don’t notice anything else, like if someone asks me a question.

in b99, Jake fidgets with things a lot. In the intro, he’s picking up and examining a figurine on his desk, likely because he was bored with paperwork or some other task.

[miiilowo]

DAMIEN LAVEY HAS ADHD AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

this started out as a headcanon because i noticed some similarities between how he and i act. but the more i play the games the more shit crops up. heres my evidence, in no particular order. also spoilers for both games i guess

-he doesnt have object permanence

.(if you dont know, people w adhd struggle with object permanence. it isnt like 'the door closed! the rest of the house isnt there anymore! i forgot about it!' but more like 'i left this important item in a drawer and it will never cross my mind until im moving house and find it')

- run on sentences

lots of us, myself included, struggle with having run on sentences all the time. apparently it has something to do with impulsivity and making careless mistakes, but those kinda go hand in hand anyway. i talk to this mf in game a LOT and the amount of times he just goes 'and' instead of making a new sentence is uncountable

- infodumping (what im currently subjecting you to)

damien has stuff he likes. stuff he likes a lot, especially compared to other characters. ive had a good handful of interactions with him where he tells me about a topic he likes for. quite a few paragraphs

- hyperfixations

THIS MOTHERFUCKER IS HYPERFIXATED ON DOLPHINS AND NOBODY CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE GODDAMNIT. in monster camp, theres an event where he brings up watching dolphin documentaries, and invites other people to watch them with him. he also says hes gonna make dolphin shaped cookies. and thats the type of stuff i do when im hyperfixated on something-Ill consume content of it, try to get other people to enjoy it with me, and surround myself with that thing in any way possible, even if it means making dolphin shaped cookies.

also, while other characters have things they like, nobody so far (that ive noticed) likes something as much as he likes knives and fire. and ON that dolphin thing, in the first game, his death is predicted as including an 'unusual amount of bottlenose dolphins'. so. idk he probably wanted to see them and did something stupid to get to them

id also like to note his obsession with how much he hates the sun and wants to eradicate it. not sure what youd call that but it sure is something

- RSD (rejection sensitive dysphoria)

damiens whole thing is that hes this toxic masculinity riddled asshole, but that personality is kinda put up as a facade. while that definitely is part of how he is genuinely, he DOES intensify it to please other people-And when thats challenged, or he shows his soft side in any way (that he tries very violently to hide) he gets super defensive. it basically plagues him and he thinks about it way more than he should, so much so that itll trigger a route where hes trying to prove how cool he is-after the other characters call him soft for liking dolphins and wanting a non-violent comic for once.

he cant even enjoy his interest in drag and makeup without feeling like he has to defend himself or be intense about it sometimes. (moss mann also says he makes flower crowns when nobodys looking, but its moss mann, so take that with a grain of salt, i guess)

hes also pretty intensely focused on trying to prove himself as a master survivalist, which is based off of the fact hes sheltered. he does not want people to perceive him that way, evidently

-impulsivity/recklessness

i dont have to explain this one. its damien

-his hatred for math

this experience might not be universal, but for me personally, adhd makes it SUPER fucking hard to do math. im bad at keeping track of things and remembering them, and paying attention without getting distracted, and he seems to have that same issue

- he interrupts people. thats it thats the whole bulletpoint

MISC

unfortunately the whole fidgeting/moving around thing is hard to prove because of the games style. he does enjoy sports and is pretty competitive, though, and i know my adhd fucks with how competitive i am (again, might not be universal, but i have that issue)

A lot of stuff im looking at also says that easy anger and irritability are things people with adhd can struggle with (i can back that up w personal experience) and damien DEFINITELY HAS ANGER AND IRRITABILITY ISSUES

anyway. thats just about everything i can remember right now. this is mostly based off of the second game because ive been playing that one more and its fresher in my mind. if u have any other evidence, give it to me, i will HAPPILY take it. anyways this image is relevant again

EDIT: adding this persons tags because . yeah

[calehenituseappreciation]

Tommy thinking Sam Nook and Sam are two different people would lead to such funny senarios.

Especially if you apply this logic to everyone.

what if mexican dream and quackity are the same people and that was just him making fun of dream and making tommy laugh and tommy genuinely thinks dream killed mexican dream and that hes a different person

and when ranboo pretended to be killed by clarencio

he just doesnt realise

he thinks girl dream is someone else too

tubbo genuinely has a bunch of personalities and so he thinks theyre all different people (and also he doesnt realise theyre the same people a lot)

sam, in his normal voice: tommy do you have the- tommy, crying: what happened to sam nook?

sam proceeds to live as sam nook around tommy because he once tried to tell tommy sam nook isnt real and he started sobbing and so sam cant

sapnap, approaching sam on the site: hey sam can you do this for me? sam: su- tommy, running up: SAAAAAAM!? sam, in the sam nook voice: hello tommy! sapnap: wtf??? tommy: this is sam nook! :D have you met him? sapnap: what? thats just s- sam: shakes his head, behind tommy where he cant see sapnap: uhhhhh sam: takes out sword sapnap: h-hi sam nook! tommy: :D

sam is not the only person this happened to. 

tommy: technoblade???? techno, sneaking into l'manberg: uhhh techno, in a highpitched voice: no this is Clarencio tommy: the llama? techno, in high pitched voice: no the pig tommy: hmmm techno: sweats tommy: smiles brightly ok!!!! techno, under his breath: that worked??? tommy: wanna hang out with me? techno, in high piteched voice: i really need to go tommy: buttttttt :(

technoblade proceeds to have to pretend to be clarencio the pig and hang out with tommy all afternoon

phil, coming to check on techno: techno? techno, in a frilly pink dress, in a high pitched voice: hi tommy: phil!!!! have you met clarencio??? but not the llama!!! clarencio the pig!!! phil, holding back a laugh: is that so?

(defenitly happened before he got exiled, i refuse to change my mind)

everytime techno is caught he says hes clarencio (the pig) and tommy vouches for him each time and no one is able to bring themselves to tell him that clarencio (the pig) doesnt exist

sam nook, :handshake: clarencio the pic, :handshake:  mexican dream, (not girl dream) not being able to tell tommy their not real bc hed cry

IMAGINE IF TOMMY WAS GIVEN THE JOB OF LIKE BEING THE BORDER PEOPLE WHILE HE WAS WILBURS VICE BEFORE THE ELECTION AND PEOPLE WOULD JUST FAKE IDENTIES AND TOMMY WOULD JUST BELIVE EVERYONE

quackity: i demand to be allowed to join l'manberg! wilbur: ur american quackity: i shpould still be allowed! wilbur: just say your not, thats what everyone does quackity: what wilbur: just make a fake identity?? quackity: youre... the president???? wilbur: yeah and?? quackity: shouldnt you not be be endorsing that??? wilbur: i made tommy the border person. you think i care? quackity: sksksks quackity: still bad tho

the only one tommy never believes is dream, no matter what, he can just tell when someone is dream, like ya know those police dogs? the only reason he didnt realise girl dream was because girl dream is girl dream he thought it was just a dream thing

TOMMY THINKS BAD AND MONOCHROME BAD ARE TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE

monochrome bad: tommy tommy: whomst? bad: oh uh recolourfies tommy, screaming: WHAT THE FUCK

tommy doesnt have object permanence but for people

techno, while tommy is staying with him: leaves room tommy, crying: I had a big brother once, i dont remember him tho

phil leaves them and (while stabbing wilbur) tommy just doesnt realize its him until techno says "dad?"

quackity works at wendys and tommy goes there everyday but doesnt realise its quackity

tommy went there since the war ended

and at the time didnt realise tommy cant tell and so when he and tommy started a mafia and became friends he thought tommy knew who he was and tommy once suggested going to dennys and quackity is like 'oh my god' and tommy is like my friend works there!!! and then they go to the one quackity works at and quackity is like 'haha funny' and then tommy asks around and then turns to quackity sadly like "my friend isnt here today D:" and then quackity is like o h

tommy, towards sam, in sams house: sam!!!!!! sam, who was sleeping, in his normal voice: w-what? tommy: sam!!! :D sam: hey tommy yawns whyd you wake me up? tommy: sorry but i really needed to ask you a question!!! sam: did you want to ask me where sam nook is again? tommy: welll.. that too but!!! you should meet sam nook!!!! sam: what tommy: please please please sam: no go back what did you ask? tommy: you need to meet sam nook! i think you'd be friends!!! :D sam, internally: shit sam: uhhh i dont really think i should- tommy: pleaasee uses puppy eyes sam: sure sam, internally: why did i say yes????

sam then has to pretend to be sam and sam nook at the same time

tommy: you're gonna love sam nook sam!!!! sam: uhuh tommy: where is he? :( sam: uh maybe hes behind you tommy: turns around to look sam: runs to other side of tommy sam, in sam nook voice: hello tommy!!! tommy: sam nook! have you met sam??? hes right here!!! gestures to sam who has to run behind him again tommy: sam say hi!!! sam, panting, in normal voice: hi tommy: whyre you all out of breath and shit???

this,,, just continues for a while

quackity, watching this exchange, driunking juice: sucks to suck sam: you'd do the same quackity: no. mexican dream is dead lol tommy, only hearing the last part: cries i miss mexican dream quackity, feeling sad: uh- we can revive him maybe? tommy: wipes tears YEAH! sam, whispers to quackity: told you so quackity, hisses to sam : shut up

quackity then has to pretend to revive himself while running around also he has to steal another one of dreams masks

honestly in this au everyone would hear about what happened during exile and stab dream (while pretending to be other people because ig in this au tommy still thinks dream was once his friend and yeh)

tommy, after crying infront of sam nook and telling him what dream did to him: so.. sniffs do you have any more quests for me to do? sam nook: i have one more quest tommy, cheering up: what is it!! sam nook: for myself tommy, confused: what is it? sam nook, taking out a glock: homocide

insanebur: you want to know why no one listens to you tommy? tommy, pouting, on the verge of tears: What? insanebur, unable to finish, clutching his heart: your too cute

this is just au where tommy is baby huh

wilbur isnt mad schlatt exiled him- hes mad he exiled tommy

schlatt and dream are the only ones not affected by tommys baby vibes and thats their downfall

tommy just has to call everyone a nickname, once, and everyone is melted

niki and jack: tommy is the fault of all our probelms we should kill him puffy: he. bonk is bonk baby bonk niki and jack: look over at tommy tommy, with sam in the distance: cries to sam because he cant find sam nook niki and jack: okay... maybe we should be less... violent...

Sam rlly just went

sam: looks at tommyinnit sam: nothing bad will ever happen to this child ever again

huh?

I’ve named this au, au where hes baby ur honour

tommy: i had zero parents (who care) tommy, gestures to puffy and sam: NOW I HAVE TWOOOOOOO

insanebur: god i fucking hate everyone tommy: even me? insanebur: except you tommy

sam: I AM THE TOMMY GAURDIAN! GAURDIAN OF THE TOMMY! sam @ anyone who wants to hurt him: FUCK OFFF

tommy canoanically understands the animal crossing language

ranboo: i can speak enderman! tommy: well i can speak creeper

whenever tommy gets overwhelemed around sam he burys himself he asks sam to cover for him in creeper

okay thats enough of that

[sxfik]

I have an idea!

Ok so we all know that Hanseo is abused by his big brother, and if i remember correctly, the jipuragi trio found out about it from the guillotine file for the first time.

Now hear me out, what if the jipuragi trio found out about the abuse from Hanseo himself, not from the guillotine file??

After failing to burn down geumga plaza, Hanseok threw that object at Hanseo, telling him not to dodge it, and it left a scar on his forehead. When Hanseo visited jipuragi, he seemed proud of that scar, right?? Because thats what he got from saving geumga plaza, and he hoped that the scar would show them that he wants to be on their side.

BUT lets forget about all those stuff for a moment.

Hanseok loves to strangle, threaten, and hit Hanseo with the hockey stick. It certainly happens more than once, so i figured that there must be a bunch of scars and bruises on his body right?? What if the jipuragi trio noticed one of his scars/bruises?? I know Hanseo always wear long-sleeved stuff, so its not exactly visible, but what if someone caught a glimpse of it??? Perhaps the scar/bruise was on his arm???

Maybe when Hanseo visits jipuragi, Vincenzo asks him to wash some coffee mugs, and as Hanseo is rolling up his sleeves...

"yo whats that on your arm??"

And maybe Hanseo is like "thats a bruise..? Do you not know what a bruise is??"

Okay, idk. I have no idea how he's gonna react if that happens. I just feel like Hanseo wouldnt be proud of his scars if he didnt get them from trying to save geumga/jipuragi people.

And now im just wondering, what do you think? How would Hanseo react, in your opinion? If the jipuragi trio really did find out about the abuse from Hanseo himself, how would that affect their relationship? Im really curious about what you think

Hhhhhhhh sorry if its too long. I just thought that this might be a good way for Hanseo and jipuragi to kinda get closer with each other...

han seo headcanons (part one)

helloooo, thank you for sending an ask in :D

SORRY this answer is super long and for some reason my phone isn't allowing me to add a keep reading cut thingy, apologies in advance to the amount scrolling you have to do

tw: abuse

i've been thinking so much about this ask and just how han-seo would react to them finding out, and honestly i never really took note of how many long sleeved shirts he wears. i believe han-seok has switched a lot more into emotional manipulation and abuse than physical abuse but he has a lot of anger issues. i'd honestly imagine him using han seo as a punching bag for any and every inconvinence that happens to him, even as an intern.

i also agree with you, han seo is someone who is a very bright personality who tends to hide his hurt and emotions, and he's very very good at it as he has been living under a psychopath his whole life. he's good at hiding his anger (although it definetly bubbles over in smaller outbursts) and especially his hurt (i.e. the scene that han seok throws that candle holder at him and he just smiles back). han seo has a lot of anger at himself for not speaking back or being able to act like himself. like in that scene in the office, you can tell as he curls his fist that he wanted to speak back so badly. even when he finally snaps against han seok, he said "i'm getting tired of being afraid of you." i feel like he'd be embarrassed that even after years, he hasn't been able to escape his abuse

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i feel like this scene and their dynamic would play out something similar to this:

han seo joined the team and has been working with vincenzo and cha-young for around a month. at this point han seo isn't walking on eggshells with both of them, he's a lot more comfortable and visiting their office regularly without choi/han/han seok finding out.

sometimes it's vincenzo and cha-young providing him books to study economics from, maybe even giving some brotherly/sisterly advice to him. every couple weeks, vin and cha-young give him quizzes and slowly, he's getting better and better

over time, he even got closer to the plaza residents (even though the residents were definetly cold to him in the beginning, miri scaring the shit out of him by doing her ghost thing, the lady with the lipstick from bye bye balloon staring him down, snack bar lady refusing to serve him, larry also scaring the shit out of him by doing his zombie routine)

but despite this, they adopt him into their family, han seo doing small errands for the residents, him buying the best coffee, food and getting camera equipment for the snack bar lady's son. han seo gifting the pawnshop couple with cute baby items etc.

(obviously he buys the most expensive shit bc he's still a rich boy, but they dont have to know)

(side note: he'd be fucking adorable with a baby, imagine him being the babies "uncle han seo" who gets them the best gifts !!)

even though he was comfortable with all of them, every once in a while his facade would slip.

every once in a while, someone would make a sharp movement towards him and he'd flinch. or if someone makes a quick step towards him, he'd back up and stiffen up on instinct

even if it was someone patting his back or just making a quick movement, he'd react on instinct from the years of abuse from han seok. but no one ever said anything about it if they noticed.

one afternoon after lunch, they were washing dishes, han seo on washing duty and cha-young drying and placing them back. and han seo was in his full sleeves and cha-young notices his sleeves getting wet

"yah, roll your sleeves back, by the end of this your whole sleeve will be wet! you know how uncomfortable those sleeves would be?"

"ahaha, it's alright noona, i'll be fine"

han seo tries to laugh it off, grining at her with one of his wide grins but there's something off about this one. but cha-young gives one of her patented glares and he rolls them up carefully, shielding his arms from her view, and continues washing the rest.

cha-young doesn't take note of his bruises at first, but noted the care he went through to shield his arms from her. his arms were posed almost awkwardly and he was on high alert

it wasn't until after they both finished and he was drying his hands that cha-young saw the massive bruises he had, climbing up his forearms and under the sleeves

he stiffens when he sees her stare, and quickly tries to cover them but she grabs them before he could hide it

she's completely quiet while she stares at his arms. after a moment, he speaks up

"oh i accidentally banged these against my doorway, they're just small bruises. it's go away in a couple days" he smiles at her again but she could tell from the way his shoulders were frozen and the wavering of his voice that it wasn't the truth

"did he do these?" she asked him, her face completely neutral and her voice barely a whisper. she's still looking at his forearms, her fingers ghosting over the bruises.

han seo just looks down and the silence is enough of an answer for cha-young. he walks away, embarrassed that she found out about it, even though his years of therapy told him that it wasn't never his fault, he still felt the shame and anger of not being able to break free.

he's quiet for the rest of the time, feigning tiredness and finding an excuse to leave the plaza

that night, it was just vincenzo and her working at the office late, in preparation for babel. cha-young's mind was still on what she saw that afternoon. abruptly, she stands up, her hand gripping the pen in her hand as she turned to vincenzo sitting at the other desk.

"did you know that bastard hurt him? he's been abusing han seo this whole time?" she asked vincenzo, her voice seething with anger

"i know."

"you know??? why didn't you ever say anything?"

vincenzo looks up at her from his stack of papers, setting his pen down.

"it wasn't my place. i picked up on it when he flinched when mr. tak reached toward him to place a hand on his shoulder."

cha-young sat back down then, her lips pressed together, and vin went back to his paperwork

"we should get him out of there. who knows what han seok would do in one of his rages?"

"couple nights ago, we went to drink makgeolli and i offered him a way out. i told him if he ever needs to leave, and if he's ready to leave, he has a place at the plaza."

"and is he? leaving that is?"

"no. he thanked me, but said that he needed to stay until his brother and his group crumbles to the ground."

cha-young let out a sigh, biting her lip, the worry on her face all too evident

"hong cha-young byeonosa-nim, we shouldn't baby him. jang han seo deserves revenge against his brother just like we do and the choice is ultimately up to him."

"i know. i just worry."

they stayed quiet for the rest of the night, working late but the topic never leaves cha-young or vincenzo's minds

the next day, han seo avoided her like the plague, not wanting to talk about what she saw yesterday

but while he was studying, she approached him, a glass of juice and a snack in hand, setting it next to him. she checked over his work quietly as he took a break and glanced at his arms, doing a once over just to make sure he didn't get any new ones.

"well done, han seo, you're doing well" she smiled at him and ruffled his hair and han seo let out a breath of relief and gratefulness that she hadn't treated him any different

from then, cha-young and vin only got fonder of han seo and han seo was pretty much adopted by them. after the battle and han seok is in jail permanently, he moves out of his apartment, and gets one closer to the plaza.

mr. nam would show him how the organization worked at jipuragi and put him to work, the paralegal grateful to have an extra hand around the office

eventually, even han seo grows an affection to the instant coffee and buys more for himself and his apartment

vin would take him shopping for suits, both rich boys obsessed with their sleek looks. they take cha-young with them once but she manages to sleep off at every shop they go to.

vincenzo also plays hockey with him regularly and the plaza invites him to plaza game nights. they get up to all kinds of mischief,

han seo loves spicy food, just like cha-young so they make it their mission to go to try every restaurant and compete to see just how much spice they can handle. obviously vincenzo doesn't even make it past the first round of the spice competitions but cha-young and han seo have the same competitive streak that keeps them going

han seo is also dropping hints to both of cha-young and vincenzo that they should get married. constantly teasing vincenzo about cha-young in the way only younger brothers do

obviously on one of cha-young and han seo’s days out, han seo drops hints CONSTANTLY, trying to get her to admit cha young likes vincenzo

and OBVIOUSLY she slips up, and han seo doesn’t let go of it

he does the whole younger brother teasing every single time he catches cha-young glancing at vincenzo at the firm

“cha-young noona and vin hyung, sitting in a tree. K I S S I N—” “HAN SEO!!!”

obviously chayenzo eventually get together but decide to keep it a secret (and of course, they were awful at it)

eventually when they reveal it to the office, mr. nam and han seo react like that one scene in suspicious partner (“quick, act surprised” “*gasp* you guys are together??????? we had no idea!!”)

han seo is basically adopted as a younger brother to both cha-young and vincenzo and even the plaza loves his presence and he gets to have a peaceful existence for the rest of his life

anyways han seo deserves a happy ending with a good family. he deserves a second chance with a family that LOVES AND CARES FOR HIM AND GIVES HIM CHOICES AND ALLOWS HIM TO BE HIMSELF. (and yes this covered more than just one scene but I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS ON HIM) as always feel free to add on :D

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farawyn and borodred for the ship ask game thing?

thank you so much!! :)

okay i’ll start with borodred because for some unfathomable reason i actually got there first —

1. What made you ship it?

One of my favourite Types of ships is the Elder Statesmen Of War-type set-ups, where it’s less about people brought together through theatrical romantic gestures and more about the steadiness of people who are going through similar (immensely difficult) circumstances, who know that in their hearts they’re always going to put their duty to that cause first, but still seek out human comfort in other people who will understand what their priorities are and why.

I think there’s also a lot of similarities about the kind of helplessness they both face despite having this tremendous innate strength. Both of them still have to deal with family dynamics that are complex (made more complex by the war) and that can’t be fixed just by their own sheer will power; both of them die these utterly unnecessary deaths (not that death makes a ship but I think in this instance it actually points to the constant tragedy these guys face); and both of them are meant to be the principal figures of their families and people and are ultimately sidelined by the cruel mechanisations of war and the forward march of history or whatever wanky term there is for it — my apologies to ep thompson's ghost, dont haunt me bro.

Plus there’s obviously the interesting thread raised when Faramir starts bitching about Gondor and likens Gondor (and by very explicit extension, Boromir) to Rohan. That always made me go ‘Hmmmmmm, wonder what else Boromir liked about Rohan,’ lmao.

Anyways for me the ship is the equivalent of Star Wars’ Kanan and Hera or (my OTP to end all others) Luke and Wedge, just people getting by on love and duty and without big ol fancy romance.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

The fanon, I think, really makes it, as with so many other LOTR ships. battlefield manners, by themightypen is essentially the definitive take for me on them — these two guys who are just so fucking exhausted, man, but still overcome by defensive love for their families, even if their (foster-)siblings are naïve fools. That I just love, love, love. Plus I think they’re unique for their ability to pretty comfortable explore the relationship between Gondor & Rohan in advance of the Ring War without having to stray too far into AU, which I always appreciate.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Not really, tbh, except in that I don’t think Boromir is necessarily as laddy as people like to portray him. I’m happy to play into it in, say, my modern AUs because I think that’s a fun and sweet niche for him, but I am a bit 🤪 about Boromir as this kind of reckless, drunken playboy (not least because I think that’s a much funnier niche for Faramir to fill, at least when he’s younger). Chapter Four of Swaddledog’s Hearts and Minds gets my preferred Boromir characterisation absolutely spot on, I think.

And now, sigh, the ultimate OTP, Farawyn —

1. What made you ship it?

For starters, I think I am obsessed with Éowyn in a way I’ve never quite been obsessed with any other fictional character. I came to reading LOTR at this moment in my life where I was intensely frustrated about everything — trapped inside permanently (helplessly!) because of the pandemic, just starting a new political organisation that I truly believed in but that was still making me feel like shit, facing down an untenable about of work, and, fundamentally, really, really hating being a woman and what that means. And along comes Éowyn, who is bitter, who is cold, who is ANGRY, and who doesn’t perform joy or softness or gentleness just because people expect her to. She’s this seminal Woman Of War in so many ways, I think the kind of person a lot of us wish we could be. She’s got her emotional taps cut off at the source, she holds her head high and faces down unimaginable personal and political terrors, and at the end of it all still has this abiding love for her family that, I would argue, is almost unparalleled by anyone else in the book.

After all that, she gets this incredible moment of emotional catharsis (or what we expect to be emotional catharsis): “no living man am I!” She undertakes THE greatest martial act of the Ring War, and in that moment there’s this unbelievably sophisticated dialogue happening about gender (“Éowyn it was, and Dernhelm also”), and leadership (Merry finding his courage not because of the immediate scenario of the Witch-king, but because he’s spurred into it by Éowyn’s presence), and love and care.

And then we learn that no, actually, this glorious act of violence wasn’t the emotional catharsis we thought it would be. She gets to ride to war, she gets to throw herself headlong at death, and in the end that hopeless act of individualism isn’t really what does it for her. She’s still left desolate and despairing, and actually all of her problems haven’t gone away.

And then we need to rewind a bit, because along comes Faramir, who is gentle, and is kind, and does seem to believe in joy, but not because people expect it — actually it's made abundantly clear nobody expects it — but because it’s something quite innate to how he figures the world. And he’s a huge fucking nerd too. I have a lot of thoughts on Faramir’s flaws and why I find them endearing, which I won’t put here, but almost immediately you get this sense of a guy who’s quite melodramatic, good humoured, and very much not made to live in a time of war.

But he’s also clear-headed about war and what it requires (tactically, if not strategically, though that’s a post for another day), but who is kind of cynical and weary of it in his own unique way. And it’s a unique cynicism given his personal circumstances because he’s the second son of The great family of Gondor, he’s apparently — though with some big ol’ question marks hanging about the extent — very able to command some of the elite units in the realm, and what’s more than that, he’s got all these fantastical powers (the light mind reading to start, to say nothing of this apparently magical ability to command animals too. bruh.). By all accounts he should be this brazen hot mess, but he’s not. He’s desperate to claw his way out of this war-torn cage of expectation his people have for how a man should comport himself in time of war. Is it a little naïve? Sure. A little fussy? Absolutely. But does it point to that same desperation that Éowyn has? Yes! But also the practicality, like, neither of them are really enjoying the circumstances they live under, but good fucking god are they both able to Make It Work.

So finally we get to the Houses of Healing and what is the finest and most aggressively romantic writing of LOTR. Seriously, it’s so fucking much. It’s breathtaking. It reminds me quite viscerally of this fabulous quote from Les Mis:

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.

At some point I will devote more time to talking about the two reasons line, and the blissful Queen of Gondor speech, but I think to me that big, important line is: “And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.”

It’s not about Éowyn changing herself entirely (though, I think, it really does bear mentioning that she does change, and that’s every bit as important to understanding that scene as it is romantic), it’s about Éowyn coming to terms with how to live with herself as herself, and how to live in communion with someone else. She can’t just cut people out anymore, and she can’t just treat them as objects of infatuation as she did with Aragorn, she has to reckon with people as they are. And that’s sort of the moment where I knew I was about to plunge fully off the deep end with these two and never know a moments’ peace again, lmao.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

Someone on here once called Farawyn a love letter to women and, by god, yes, exactly that. I love the capacity for emotional intimacy, that is beautiful in ways I can’t express. To me, though, my favourite thing is the promise of life they speak of. Not as in oh they shag loads and have babies (though not opposed to that, obviously), but in the sense that unlike Aragorn and Arwen, who are always going to be buried under/burdened with the crushing weight of history and tradition, Éowyn and Faramir are going out yonder those hills and they’re going to do some real cottagecore farming shit. Obviously with all the trappings of rank and nobility and whatnot, but they, unique to anybody else in the books, get to sow this new idea of what life should be. They are, outside of Aragorn, the single most powerful people in Gondor. Éowyn’s got the ear of a king, a steward (which is essentially a prime-ministerial deal here), and functionally her own prince (if the hobbits are to be believed when they refer to it as essentially hers). I suspect that, in life, there were remarkably few arguments she wasn’t winning, and that Ithilien probably trended towards the jumped up noble hippie camp Tolkien so desperately wanted Oxford to be (or, in other words — Cambridge, lol).

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Yeah, man, everybody stop treating Faramir like he’s a big fucking crybaby and Éowyn like she’s some kind of shrieking 2010-era tumblr girl.

One of the single most important lines defining Faramir’s character is when Denethor roasts his ass for always trying to appear noble and lordly, if you ignore every other piece of textual evidence we have about him, what part of that line makes you think Faramir’s some simpering daisy? And why would you want to link tremendous emotional intelligence and care with being too limp-wristed to function, lol??? Like I struggle loads with writing Faramir, because I have never once in my life tried to be noble or self-restrained, so find it hard to get into that mindset, but better, I think, to imagine him too closed off than to do this wilting flower song and dance lmao.

And stop making Éowyn out to be this over-emotional angst machine. She’s got problems, yes, and she’s sure as shit got a lot of angst, but at almost every point in the book where we’re overtly dealing with her emotions, she’s sublimating them into something else. One of the most serious times we see her cry is when she’s fighting with Aragorn about riding out, and after that moment she literally tries to kill herself. Those tears aren’t standard, man, that’s a real watershed (lol) moment for her. You have to read around what the text is saying to get a better feel why everybody’s constantly calling her cold and distant.

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explorers of arvus: now what? / 2.2.21

LAST TIME ON EXPLORERS OF ARVUS: we kicked the shit out of a witch, a murdercow, and a tree, and nearly got murdered by a broom! also i exploded the tree, which was pretty fucking poggers. we also did have to hold taure down to feed her some healing elixirs but yknow

silje, meanwhile, was spaced the fuck out the entire time (bc of being a dmpc last time) and has no idea what just happened or that he commited gratiutous amounts of tree violence.

And Then We Slept For 24 Hours (we didnt)

thorne rolled a nat20 on drawing the tree blight on fire! which is EXTREMELY COOL. im glad we have a memorial of the coolest thing ive done on arvus so far (and also hopefully the fire wont spread bc it would suck if we set all of arvus on fire) oh nvm we're in a swamp so we good. hard to set things on fire in a swamp.

i swear im paying attention but green is talking about dreamout in 772 rn and has some very interesting theories about how the eggpire plot would go down so i am just. side-eyeing it. i am Looking. i swear im paying attention.

oh man i havent collected my notes from last session bc i was liveblogging in discord for nyx's benefit. that's gonna be interesting to compile.* i wonder if i should put these in gdocs instead of wordpad lmao (wait no i use wordpad bc its easier to just pop open and have layered over discord / roll20) * [ AND THEN I DIDNT DO THAT FOR LIKE 2 MONTHS ]

michael: ...burn the house down charlie: ~ we're gonna burn the whole house down! ~ thorne: [confused] how do you know that song? we dont have any bards charlie: [buffering] ...BITCH I MIGHT BE

what if i took a level in bard, would that be fucked up or what

tiny hut tiny hut tiny hut tiny hut. TINY HURT (sieron casted Leomund's Tiny Hut bc we burnt down the only nearby shelter)

lots of discussion about the hut. hut talk

thorne: sieron, why havent we been doing this? charlie: great question! hey sieron, what the fuck? sieron: i guess i just havent thought about it? charlie: you're lucky you're cute >:/ sieron: AA??

discussion of sieron's alter appearance and how its probably somewhat awkward bc thorne is just. openly a horc. unfortunately, sieron's hometown is super racist

HELLO I HAVE BEEN DISTRACTED BC RUBY DID A PANEL REDRAW FROM ASP AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA aa a a a a a

time for taure and thorne to chat on watch! frenship taure hasnt noticed her hair colour bc shes been busy doin stuff, like killin people taure misunderstands thorne asking abt her hair and thinks he has a tragic backstory of being a hairdresser before becoming a warlock DOES TAURE KNOW WHAT THE FEYWILD IS yes she does! war of the veils was a thing, where the feywild invaded the material plane and honestly i should read all the worldbuilding again bc its been forever but i thought all that was neat

oh shit thorne called taure a uhhhh eladrin? OH BOY TAURE ROLLED A 1 we're on the same page here TIME FOR THORNE INFODUMP eladrin are feywild elves! as in closely related to the fey, as well as living in the feywild. their hair changes with the seasons, like taure's does :O !! taure and thorne have not had a fucking one on one conversation before

thorne: taure. taure: yes, hello that is me i am taure [..] taure: now, counterpoint, the sun makes hair change colour-- thorne: Taure.

thorne is trying so hard i love they everyone else is sleeping through this convo so theyre spared the awkwardness but ooc we are having a great time :o eladrin hair colour changing stuff related to mood / seasons / powers?? thorne is admittedly confused bc Weird Documentation but this is really neat to hear about taure, meanwhile, has no idea why this is important.

thorne: if i had told you this, and you had-- transcended-- into your next phase-- id be very concerned taure: hold on [loud grunting] okay no

why havent we been doing tiny hut this whole time. sieron.

oh right taure has a tragic backstory and her mom ditched her as a babby. MEANWHILE, THORNE DOESNT EVEN HAVE PARENTS michael: there are two types of people in the world: those who're kidnapped as infants, and those that kidnap infants WAIT IS THIS LIKE, THE FIRST TIME ANYONES HEARD ABT THORNE'S BACKSTORY BESIDES "LIVED IN THE FEYWILD" thorne is very chill about it though. god i love thorne. i love the entire party

thorne: ...after the third or fourth prophetic vision, they all sorta blur together.

god i wish id written down more about the magical mystical adventure OH. THE ORACLE FORESHADOWED THE ELADRIN THING. NEAT thorne: oh, the oracle! is that the guy with the, uh... [snaps fingers] the gryphon fart orb?

IREL IS HERE YAY IREL i have forgotten how to spell their name. how about i split the difference and spell it Yirel. michael is rolling to see if thorne and taure woke yirel up-- OH OKAY yirel just. sleeps for fun. god i wish that were me

charlie's hair can hold many small pets of dubious sapience.

I LOVE YIREL,,, thorne is just pleasantly confused. WAIT IS YIREL PURRING yirel: you are confused by that action! :D taure: ...yes. what were you doing? yirel: i was performing magic! i can now detect your minds! i can hear your thoughts. :D OKAY SO YIREL WAS. NOT PURRING. yirel has cast Detect Thoughts on thorne. thorne's train of thought is now "???"

we need to teach the snake consent. we have now taught the snake consent.

YIREL IS GOING TO VERY POLITELY ASK THE BIG BAD IF HE CAN READ THEIR MIND its okay i love them. thorne is SO CONFUSED yirel is attempting to be helpful YIREL LITERALLY DISCOVERED THEY COULD CAST DETECT THOUGHTS SO THEY CASTED DETECT THOUGHTS. thorne is hoping yirel wont learn to cast fireball on themself. yirel: there's two timelines where that could happen. i will do my best to avoid them! :D

okay its really hard to get across in text but yirel is basically just. permanently happy/excited sounding. like a puppy! or like the ":D" face in winged snake form.

ooh, a celestial serpent location! off in the mistwall mountains. they are Extremely Dead but yirel told thorne+taure where it is on the map and said we can learn stuff abt time! and then went to sleep. goodnight yirel. i will kill for you

S. S. BIG BOAT (it is 60 miles across. big boat. thank you jorb)

WHAT IS WRONG WITH JORB'S CAMERA, WHY DOES IT KEEP ZOOMING IIIIIIIIIIN

it rained overnight so all the water that collected on the tiny hut got dumped on everyone, and THEN silje shook off like a dog and charlie is MISERABLE

SILJE GOT A NAT20 FORAGING the survival squad are gonna get the fuckin best breakfast ever

oh yea the poison / disease was stored in the tree blight! so now that we've incinerated it it's all good. still gonna take time for the whole river to clear, but with the source of it gone we should be golden. fuck yea

oh man today was hourly comics day, wasnt it. or was it feb 1? fuck shit damn uhhhhh i have done. nothing. besides work on the PMV, talk about dreamout, and now play d&d. this is unrelated to everything im just Thonkin

TIME FOR SWAMP FACTS solar knows So Much about swamps. time to discuss cattails (please no) these are cattails............. ME WANT BITE. ME WANT PLANT CORN DOG DELIGHT. ME WANT DEEP FRIED. ME THINK WATER TWINKIE NICE

oh shit thorne has spotted a ufo. yuufo time OMINOUS YUUFO silje, with an armful of frogs and a lizard in his mouth: [looks up] mrrp? poor silje cant see for shit. NEITHER CAN THORNE its either very small and close, or very big and far away

HRM. actually this MIGHT be related to the vision bc the ominous yuufo was heart-shaped, and the vision was of a necromancer on a floating bloody platform raising all kinds of undead

its been forever and i didnt take a lot of notes on the mini-session but the last time we saw the oracle was a cave on theral! so, unrelated to the place yirel marked on the map. which michael marked down as "seat of the oracle"!

TAURE THINK OF THE CHILDREN THAT WE DONT HAVE (we have yirel!) TAURE THINK OF THE CHILD THAT WE HAVE

ahoyhoyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy i wanna go to ahoyhoy. we are not currently going to ahoyhoy but maybe some day

i had to stop paying attention because buttons wanted to see my Horrible Streaming Setup and apparently something terrible has happened. also honse

we are potentially dealing with a salad katamari.

thorne: could that be what the object in the sky is? silje: ...a lettuce?

we have voted to ignore the salad katamari for now. this action will have consequences.

charlie and silje take watch! charlie wants to know what silje's deal is! silje is a monster hunter. charlie misses bein a thief ): SILJE WAS A MONSTER HUNTER SINCE HE WAS 12?? charlie realizes that perhaps becoming an adventurer and doing a huge amount of murder on a regular basis, especially as a child, is Maybe Not Great silje likes books! charlie offers to lend him her books :D charlie, quietly: i am totally doing the friendship thing so good. RATS RATS RATS RATS hehe rats.

uh oh, nyx has died. NVM NYX IS OKAY nyx's power has not gone out again

we've been on arvus for 13 days! neat.

OH SHIT FLOATING ISLAND its also shaped weirdly like a heart. YEP IT LOOKS LIKE ITS BLEEDING probably bc of clay or iron oxide in the dirt but still that looks ominous as hell SIERON'S A SMART BOY he rolled 20+ on the 3 rolls he had to do, fuck yeah. this fucked up island is an Earth Mote! which are lil sky islands. or like, just general dirt chunks thatre in the sky. theyre either natural events or wizards showing off! also they usually move, but this one is just kinda... tethered. not like Literally but its locked in place. this is apparently the "Heart of Arvus"! which is . at the heart of arvus. or at least the centre of the continent.

solar: leo, we've found the ruins of mumbo jumbo's base. leo: [leans over and thwaps solar on the leg w nerf sword]

penn: i swear to god, if i look out my window and i dont see jorb in the sky, im going to be disappointed that hes not doing his job. jorb: slowly rotating.

we are now thinking about how to get up on the rock. TINY HUT STAIRCASE solar: could i featherfall the wrong way? wand of wonder / wild magic surge! NOPE mage hand! charlie is 41 pounds. mage hand is 5 pounds limit. korred rope! we have enough rope to tie together and tie to the korred rope, BUT the korred rope cannot fly. OH THE ROCK IS INHABITED there's an elf!

sieron & taure: [worried about the necromancy] charlie: HOWDY~!

[party arguing about who's gonna go up bc not all of us can fit up there] [leo and solar start swordfighting in the background]

sent kaepora through the portal to the heart of arvus aaaaaand end of session! CLIFFHANGEERRRRRRR

michael: DID YOU FUCK MY MOM, DUNGEONMASTER?

[mollydollyjournals]

I literally just weighed myself and decided im not eating the rest of today and i started getting heart palpitations 😏 idk i did say i should eat more so i dont get really weak. And i am starting to look tired around my eyes, which could be from restricting or it could be thyroid related. But i dont feel like i can handle more food today. After seeing my face in photos especially. I pretty much looked as good as i can today but i still felt like my fat just ruins it.

I was 156.4 just now which means my morning weight will probably be about the same tomorrow as it was today. If i want to be 154 by the day after tomorrow, i think i need to do more physically tomorrow. I didnt get much actually done today because i was kinda just being tired and then went to my friends place, so ill have to catch up tomorrow. I always fall behind so thats expected. Ill just do as much as i can. But it does mean ill have less time for a workout or anything. Idk ill just have to do what i can. But i really want to hit 154 by Thursday.

It was nice to go see my friend. Im starting to feel a little more like i can go see people. Which is good because im due to see bf this weekend for the first time in months. Another reason id like to hit a weight goal. I know a pound or two wont make any difference really, but itll help me feel like im getting somewhere. Maybe i wont feel so insecure. My friends complimented me a lot today which was nice. Hb didnt say much at all but i already know he thoroughly takes me for granted either way. I put a proper selfie on ig for the first time in ages and bf and another friend said nice things. I just run off that acknowledgement. But it feels like i only ever get acknowledged when i can make myself look good in a photo. I want to be told im pretty. But maybe i wouldnt be so obsessed with being pretty if i felt like i could be loved regardless.

Its 9:30pm and im pretty sleepy. Im probably going to fall asleep soon. So its definitely too late to eat either way. I want to say ill have to decide tomorrow what im doing with food...but i guess itll be the same again. Ill decide to eat more and hit like 800 or 900kcal, and then get too nervous to go beyond half that because i really need to fix my body. I dont know. Im getting that mood again. Where i just need a hug. Proper reassurance. I hate that. I literally just left my friends place within the past couple of hours but my mind just forgets. They say with BPD we lack emotional object permanence, meaning as soon as a person isnt actively showing affection we cant feel it the same way other people can, and thats why we end up getting insecure and feeling abandoned. It makes sense. I always feel like someone could have said nice things to me recently but changed their mind since then for some reason. Realised im not that great. Just got bored of me. Idk. I hate it. I dont have enough confidence in myself to ride it out smoothly. Its always so difficult. I need it to change.

[rufousnmacska]

Hope u dont mind the prompt idea but how about Dorian being the one to hold off Maeve and Erawan during the final battle at Orynth

Since I kind of put this prompt into a different fic, but also didn’t, here is quick, little fic with the original version I was going to write. Sorry anon, but this still doesn’t completely answer your prompt. Partly because I feel like Dorian already played a big role in defeating Erawan (Yrene rightly gets credit but without him, Lysandra, and Elide, it wouldn’t have happened). And I just remembered I wrote something like that already. So this really only deals with Maeve. I hope you like it! :)

*****

Dorian stared at what used to be Erawan. The black, inky stain would be a permanent reminder on the stone and his sword. The sword bothered him. The way it looked defiled and filthy. A sign of victory yes, but also an ugly mark on a beautiful object of truth. But, the truth could be ugly, he thought. Like war. Perhaps it was fitting then.

A rustle of movement sounded from behind and he turned to find Manon, bloodied, dirty, and exhausted. He glanced upwards for Abraxos, for the Thirteen, but the sky was empty. They were alone on the highest of the castle’s terraces.

She smiled, a mixture of relief and... something else he couldn’t quite decipher.

Dorian realized he’d been waiting for her to say it, and he smiled back. “Hello witchling.”

Silent, taking slow steps towards him, Manon’s expression grew darker. Not in the seductively predatory way she sometimes looked at him, just before one would give in and pull the other into an urgent kiss. This look held anger, not desire. His smile faltered.

“I’m sorry for leaving you the way I did,” he offered, unable to control the uncertainty in his voice.

“You should be,” she said. The light dancing in her eyes was not playful. Neither was her tone. Both had taken on a sheen of blackness.

The hair on the back of his neck prickled and he had the urge to reach for the collar. Instead, he gripped Damaris tighter. It had warmed when she spoke. But that only meant she was telling the truth. Of which he had no doubt. Her hawk eyed gaze and harsh words proved it.

“Where is Abraxos? Asterin?” he asked.

He caught her eyes flash to where he held the sword. “Not here,” she said with a slight grin.

Heat. He felt it clearly through his glove.

“I see you fared well in Morath.”

Accusation dripped from her lips, leaving him filled with guilt. She had every right to be angry. Why he’d expected anything else, he didn’t know. He’d hoped she’d understand.

She stopped a few feet away, and it made him wonder why he hadn’t moved. He stood anchored next to the remains of the valg king, having not taken an inch towards her. And that felt wrong. Normally, he was drawn to her. His eyes, mind, body. But now, in this moment, his body felt... repulsed.

“Does your offer still stand?” he asked. The barest hint of confusion crossed her face. “To provide me with an aerial legion?”

“I’m afraid I’ve reconsidered.” Manon took a step closer, her hand resting lightly, casually on a dagger fastened to her belt.

Forcing himself to look unconcerned, he asked, “And my offer of marriage? Have you changed your mind about that as well?”

She laughed. “My apologies, but it seems I have.”

“Well, witchling,” he said, seeing no reaction to the name. “I’m sorry too.”

A familiar boom sounded, followed by the flapping of wings and iron talons scraping the stone wall behind him. Dorian didn’t take his eyes off her though. He heard Abraxos growl, heard the true Manon dismount. When she came to stand at his side, he felt that pull that had been missing when he’d wanted to flee from Maeve in Manon’s form.

Risking a glance towards her, Dorian found Manon looking more battle worn than Maeve’s interpretation. She’d seen real battle. And survived. He almost loosed a breath of relief to see her unharmed, but he couldn’t afford to distract himself. To her credit, she showed no sign of confusion, as if she knew exactly what was happening. Dorian’s focus was threatened again as he realized how much he’d missed her.

Not needing to bother with the disguise any longer, Maeve shifted into her normal shape. “You lying, little bastard,” she snarled. “You’re going to pay for what you’ve done to me. What you’ve stolen from me.” Whip fast, she flung the dagger, aiming for his chest.

With a shield already conjured around himself and Manon, Dorian didn’t waste time wondering why she had resorted to a non-magical attack. He ducked and lunged forward, just far enough to get into range. Slashing Damaris with all his strength, he continued to spin through the stroke, coming to rest with the sword tip pointed at Maeve’s head.

Manon was next to him, Wind Cleaver at the ready. But it wasn’t until he saw her drop it to her side that he realized what had happened.

Maeve clutched her stomach, where Damaris had gutted her, where viscera and blood poured between her fingers.

He felt her magic then, sluggish and struggling to manifest. No doubt weakened by whatever attack of Aelin’s she’d managed to escape from. She was trying to heal herself, trying to shift, trying to do anything. But the blow had been too deep, too damaging. And with her world walking power destroyed, she had nowhere to go.

As she collapsed onto the freezing stone floor, he and Manon walked over to stand above her. Maeve pursed her lips and spat thick, black blood at them. Black, not red. She was no longer able to maintain any illusion of her valg essence.

“I hope Orcus finds a way through,” she said, choking back blood. “I hope he finds you and that fire breathing little bitch.” She was wracked by coughs before adding, “I hope he collars you and makes you kill everyone you love. You will rot away in misery and die alone.”

Manon, who had said nothing this entire time, radiated pure anger and raised her sword. About to bring it down in a death blow, she hesitated, looking to him. This was his kill.

Dorian’s stomach turned, though he wasn’t sure if it was from Maeve’s words or the prospect of killing her.

“Not if she can help it,” he said, looking at Manon. She held his gaze as flame pulsed from his open palm. It consumed Maeve in a white hot inferno, reducing her to ash that blew away with the breeze, just like Erawan.

With his magic well and truly expended, Dorian sagged, using his sword to keep from falling over. But Manon was there, helping him back to sit down against a wall. She knelt in front of him, looking just as exhausted as he felt. When he pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her, she didn’t resist.

“Hello witchling,” he whispered into her ear.

Slowly, so slowly, she put her arms around his chest and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Hello princeling.”

The sound of her voice was like a balm, easing every ache left over from the battle. As she sank against him, letting him hug her, Dorian’s breath skipped. His heart joined in a moment later with a painful shudder as he became aware of the disquieting absence of Asterin, or any others from the Thirteen. Tightening his grasp on Manon, Dorian vowed to hold her for as long as she needed. Even if that meant a lifetime.

*****

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[minveor]

the power a name held.

it’s mere a bunch of random letters thrown into a corresponding sequence which created into a word.

it’s supposed to be meaningless alphabets. his. hers. theirs. mine. yours.

well yours held a little more weight than the others. because sometimes i hear them in the back of my mind each time the radio plays pink sweat$’ 17. sometimes i hear myself calling for them in my sleepless nights, wishing for your warm hugs which seemed like a great idea to fall asleep to. sometimes i hear them in random objects i see on the streets—oh [redacted] liked those; oh remember when [redacted] spilled that coffee one time; or when [redacted] got into trouble for that.

i forget people’s names easily but i don’t understand why yours stuck. why yours is painted permanently small place somewhere in a piece of what’s left of myself.

i remember one time i catch up with a friend after being so long and far apart from each other; i saw a huge random billboard reminds me of you. unwillingly, my mouth betrayed my sanity and your name spilled out of my mouth.

i remember my friends’ laugh, letting out a “after all these years, i expected a different name from your mouth.” he says before adding, “it’s jimin. it’s always been jimin for you isn’t it?”

that time, i bitterly laughed. but i was facepalming myself. i didn’t realize i think about you much more than i should. all these time i thought i was just lonely and i missed what we used to have, not you.

i thought i just missed how perfect we were for each other. how you held me when i cried. how i wiped your tears and cuddled you close. your good morning texts. my weird selcas you always call cute with a sickening amount of heart eyes emojis. but it seemed like your name has imprinted much more deeper into my skin than i anticipated.

parts of me wants to scrape that out of my skin. the pathetic part of me are too afraid to type your name too, scared of the rumbling emotions i am able to feel at the mention of it. its your name that i still write poems about. never explicitly mentioned but always heartfully felt. i was afraid if i write yours down then i wouldn’t be able to hold myself back.

this day though i kind of want to pat myself in the back and at the same time punch myself for the years i held back. for the people i didn’t date wholly, as a piece of me still belonged to you.

i read the envelope on my hands over and over again. it’s hot. it’s suffocating. my tears are betraying me. i think i unconsciously bleed my lip for biting too hard. i tremble, and i suddenly forgot i held my breath for too long.

i watch the words that is engraved carefully, beautifully. it’s your name, written in cursive and in gold. along with other words i can’t seem to get in my head.

Park Jimin.

wedding. forever. happily ever after. invitation. wedding. wedding. wedding.

and then there was my name too. written in small black letters, stamped on the outside;

Dear Kim Taehyung, we cordially invite you to- and then it was a blur. just stream of tears.

your name is stacked prettily with another name I seem to bitterly be jealous of.

i used to dream of our names on an invitation too. with the words forever and love and probably a happily ever after somewhere on the page.

i dreamed of a wedding, a vow, beautiful flowers, people crying happily. I dreamed walking on your handsome smile, probably a little teary.

my dream did came true.

but instead of our names written in cursive gold, mine is on the invited and you’re the invitee. instead of walking down the aisle, i walk on the sidelines. instead of walking toward your handsome face, taking your hands, saying the vows i memorized the night before, i walk in on the far end seat, my hands claps cold at the sealed vow, and i finally say my congratulations.

the teasing was also present. our friends who knows our history smiled knowingly at me.

pitiful, i know.

as the night ends and i dread to go back home, i walked up to you. my hand reach out to yours for a handshake. you smile at me, thanking me for coming. i trust myself to have control, and not let your warmth burn my skin.

i pull my hands back and i keep them in my pockets. i shouldn’t long your touch like this.

then i say your name, hoping you won’t see past the eyes.

“Jimin,” i say it easy like i’m used to it, “congratulations.” i say it easy with a smile. “i’m happy for you.” i say it easy like i mean it.

“thank you.” you answer. i want to avoid to look at you, but lord knows i dont have any strength left for that. so i meet your gaze. and there it is, the pity in your ambers. i hate it. i hate that i’ve seen love in there before and i crave to see it again.

i know it’s selfish, but the question leaves my mouth anyways. “are you happy?” i sound bitter. i sound like a pathetic ex that hasn’t move on.

your gaze softens. but your smile tells otherwise. “yes, i am.” your gaze wanders, finding your significant other, watching him from afar. there’s adoration and warmth in your eyes. you used to look at me like that too. “he makes me the happiest.”

“good for you.” i say. good for him, indeed. no good for me, however.

your sigh sounds heavy. we stare at each other. silent conversation on our heads. like telepathy. we reminisce, we remember. we recall. but there is only silence, an intent look shared. tons and tons of unsaid words.

“we- we were happy too.” you say.

i hold my breath. you don’t talk like that to your ex that hasn’t got over you on your wedding, jimin. you shouldn’t. you don’t talk about the past on your wedding day. it took all of me to not do it and here you are, doing it so soo effortlessly.

“but he makes you the happiest, don’t he?” if you want to play this game, then i’ll play with you.

“yeah,” you answer, delight dancing in those pupils. “he does.”

i nod like a dumbass. “good.”

you realize how awkward the situation has turn. “uh- uhm.” you clear your throat. “i hope you find the one that’ll make you the happiest too, taehyung-ah.”

don’t call my name like that. i hate the way it rolled out of your tongue like it belong there. i hate the way i want to melt on each syllable. i hate that the simple sound crashes my stomach, making knots and knots of pain.

“yeah, i do too.” i say. and before i burst, i decide i should take my leave. “i have to go. thank you for the party, and congratulations once again.”

you hum. “okay.”

i smiled, i turn my back, and head to the wooden door. i can feel your intense look on me. do i walk out like this? something doesn’t feel right.

so i stop in my track. “jimin?” i called out after i turn my head. i call out your name, getting used to the foreign feeling of it being not mine to hold dear anymore.

“yeah?” you sound like you expected it too.

“i’m happy for you, really.” i say. fake it till you make it, maybe. or maybe just a slightest hint, to answer your wishes. you’re the one that makes me the happiest.

if i can’t be happy with you beside me, then i decide i should be happy for your happiness.

you smile, and you blink slowly. your gestures are hard to read. your facial expressions are hard to read. i’ve always had a hard time back then, to see through you. until now, apparently.

but then you nod, to my surprise. “thank you.” you answer. i assume my message is delivered well. thank you for being happy for me.

as i walk out of the venue, i exit the doors and i see the standing poster.

there’s your name on it.

and his name under yours.

mine is nowhere in sight.

mine is for me to keep. as as well as the regret and bitterness, which is also mine to keep.

park jimin, it says. engraved gold and pretty, like it’s mocking me. like it knows that somewhere deep in what’s left of my heart, there is also the same letters engraved as gold and as pretty as it is.

p

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but in pieces.

[inanimate-insanity-headcanons]

The fanficnfdshidsh

   Nickel goes to the Perilous Forest often.

    He usually sneaks out of the hotel, but in the, extremely, off chance he slips up and someone else catches him, just bluntly announces it to that person that hes going to be in the forest. No one knows what nickel does in there. Nor why he goes.

   When people talk about nickel the topic always comes up.

   Trophy and Cherries have started to make rumors and jokes about how Nickel is secretly a nymph or a fae. Or, for shits and giggles, a fairy. Just some sort of nature spirit or creature that fakes being human and the Perilous forest is secretly his home in general.

   Some, secretly, thoroughly believe it due to evidence.

   The evidence being whenever the forest is brought up, Nickel starts acting  bit weird and talks about it like its a nostalgic place to him, like a safe haven, almost like its his home. And his seemingly abnormal knowledge about animals, as well as how to heal them, and plants, and the fact that all animals seemingly like and understand him.

   Paper, one of the people who believes it, claims that he once saw Nickel cup his hands around a wilting flower, and after he removed them, the plant was magically back to its prevoiusly healthy self.

   Even with that belief to give an idea, no one really knows. Well, Baseball probably knows, but hes still in the show, not with the rest of the eliminated contestants.

   Speaking of people in the show, Turns out they wonder what he does too. Whenever they catch him sneaking into the forest, of course.

   Some contestants sometimes talk about the topic when they spot Nickel. Baseball, as it turns out he doesnt really know, is one of them. And he wanted to figure it out.

   Following Nickel into the forest seems like the best idea. It might be a difficult task, due to how tall and rather…hefty…he is, Baseball might be too loud to be sneaky enough to follow Him un detected, but it also might be easier than what he expects, due to being in the forest before with Nickel and knowing he way around, sort of.

   After seeing Nickel start his own trek towards the forest, Baseball observed him carefully, planning on how he will make it to the forest, how he will keep track of where Nickel is, and how he wont get lost going back to where the show takes place.

   The first parts may be difficult.

   After solidifying his plan, he starts his walk to catch up to his best friend.   Untill he is interrupted by a familiar voice asking “where are you going?”.

   Baseball turns around to see Knife, and, due to himself being such a towering man, having to partially look down to properly see Knifes face.

   They havent talked to eachother in quite some time.   Knife hasn’t gotten a good look at Baseballs face in a while, but now that he is he can see how downcast he is.

   The poor guys eyes looked a bit dull, and their original bright and lively ruby color seems a bit faded in hue. He looks paler also, and just looks depressed overall. Baseball has, extremely slowly, been getting better since Testtube started comforting him, but Nickels elimination seems to have taken a permanent toll on him.

   Yet, the look in his eyes seems almost happy.

   “I was going to see what Nickel does whenever he goes into the forest” Baseball responds.

   Knifes expression seemed to change, almost soften slightly, before hardening back to his usual “tough guy��� composure.

    Soon furrowing his eyebrows, more than normal, he the asks “Why?”

   “well.. I want to figure out if the rumors are actually true, i’m sure you’ve heard them” Baseball answers, Before turning about and starting to make his careful walk to catch up to Nickel unnoticed.

   Yes, the rumors.

   As it turns out, the in-game contestants also have started the same rumors as the eliminatees have. They where started by lightbulb for the same reasons, minus the acting weird. Sort of. Around them, when he was still in the show, Nickel seem to get happier around the forest. Everyone noticed it.

   Nobody had any experiences like Paper, but some contestants with a keen eye seem to have noticed that the grass under and around Nickel seems greener and the flowers seem brighter.

   Knife only let out a small “oh, huh” before he silently watched Baseball turn and continue following his own best friend. He was tempted to stop the latter, but even he is curious to see what Nickel does in there.

   Baseball has only entered the forest with him a couple of times, and they only go to set locations, and nothing was out of the ordinary with Nickel other than some sweet times like when small, cute insects, like butterflies, landed on Nickels hand once he held it out.

   While walking, Baseball pulls out a small box from his jackets pocket, opening it to see the small collection he has aquired over time.

   Different types of flowers that seem to never wilt, colorful rocks, and shiny objects make up most of its contents. Just a small bunch of little trinkets he was given by Nickel that where either found in the forest or were already owned.   Nickel had always liked to collect things like those, all because they peaked his interest, or, as Baseball soon found out as he got to know him, Nickel thought they would make Baseball happy.

   And they did.

   Anyway, Baseball soon snapped back to reality and made his way to the edge of the forest, somehow before he lost sight of Nickel. This is when He had to be careful, as if he was to make any noise, Nickel would be alerted.

   Stopping only when Nickel stopped to pick up randoms items he finds or when an animal interacts with him.

   Making haste, he followed Nickel. Until Nickel took a turn and dissapeared once Baseball turned that same corner.

   “Damnit” he muttered. He lost him. He turned and pondered if he should give up and exit the forest.

   Baseball decided against it and turned back around, restarting he quick pace as he navigated through the forest. Stopping himself from calling Nickels name, as that would do the opposite of what he wants.

   Baseball know this was probably hopeless, he is never in the forest and Nickel probably knows it like its as simple as remembering his own name. And the forest is huge, there is basiclly no way that this will turn out good for him.   Baseball just decides to travel to the places hes most familiar with in the forest.   Then Baseball found him.

   He found Nickel sitting on a rock with his back to Baseball, seeming absorbed into whatever hes was doing.

   But…   Nickel looks, quite, different.

   His shiny, shoulder length, grey hair has flowers sporatically tangled inside of it. one side is tucked behind his ears, which is now pointed, like an elf. he was wearing a short sleeved shirt with holes in the back for a set of pretty fairy wings that looked to be a combination of butterfly and dragonfly wings, only a couple of inches longer than his torso, almost limply resting parallel to his back. He has his usual oversized jacket wrapped around his waist.

   He was also wearing shorts. His exposed arms and legs had leafy, flowery vines growing and wrapping around the limbs. the plants getting denser the closer to Nickels hands and feet, almost seeming to be attached to his body. They stopped at his mid thigh and bicep.

   There are many animals around him too.

   A couple of butterflies circle nickel, fluttering around him and some even crawing on him. Birds flutter arould him, some even givig him things like flowers. There was also a fox there, yapping to Nickel in response to whatever he said. Sometimes talking to the birds and butterflies also, the birds tweeting back a response.

   He looked gorgeous.

   He unknowingly took a few steps closer, wanted to get a better look at Nickel, and talk to him.

   Baseball accidentally lets out a quiet, yet awestruck “whoa”, as he stared at Nickel, admiring him.

   Nickel immediately stops what hes doing and spins around, standing in the process, and stares up at Baseball, who seemed anxious that he has been spotted.

   Nickel is wearing his cute, round, black, thin rimmed glasses that complimented his features nicely. His light green eyes seemingly unnaturally bright, Though, they seemed to show only fear.

   “ah…uh-” Nickel starts, showing his sharp teeth as he talked, taking a small step backwards. “hi..”.

   Baseball perked up as soon as Nickel spoke. “..hello” He smiles, stepping forward a couple of steps before stopping when Nickel backed up more. He looks more anxious. Baseballs smile drops.

  The fox is getting defensive. Yet, as soon as Nickel raised a hand towards it, it seems to calm down slightly.

   “dont run, please” Baseball softly begs, raising his arms so they are partally bend infront of his chest, before takeing a couple of gentle steps forward.   Nickel stays in place for the few steps, still having that fearful look in his eye.   Baseball smiles again and hurriedly walks towards Nickel, falling to his knees and engulfing him in a tight hug. He stays careful as to not hurt Nickel and avoid wrapping his arms around his wings as to not crush them.

   “i missed you so much!” Baseball gushes, pulling Nickel into his lap subconsciously.

   Nickel is stunned slightly, he didnt expect Baseball to react this way. Most people called him a monster. After realizing what is happening, he wrapped his arms as tightly around Baseball as he could. His wings fluttered slightly.

   “I missed you too” Nickel said happily, his wings fluttering more.   Soon enough, the pulled away from eachother, Nickel sliding off of Baseballs lap.   “how did you find me?” Nickel questioned, looking up to Baseball.

   “ah-” Baseball scratches the back of his neck, “i…followed you into the forest, lost you, then found you here” He looks at Nickel nervously.

   Nickel stares at baseball for a second before stating snarkily “you really wanted to see me, huh”.   Baseball only responds with a soft “yea”.   Baseball then blurts “can you fly?” partially startling Nickel. He looks at Nickel, who has scooted backwards at the sudden question, his glasses tilted slightly, he stares at Nickel for a answer while feeling guilty for scaring him again.   “Yea, i can fly-” Nickel grins, correcting his glasses “want me to show you?” Nickel scoots back to where he was sitting before. Baseball nods quickly.

   Standing up, Nickel backs away from the other before fluttering his wings. Hopping into the air softly, his wings emit a soft, fast flapping noise as he hovers in the air, holding him up with ease.

   “whoa..” Baseball said, thoroughly amazed, before standing up and asking “can you fly to my height?”.

   Nickel wings flutter faster as he glides up so hes face to face with Baseball. The latter smiles and places a hand on Nickels cheek before taking it off as the smaller floated downwards until his feet touched the ground.

   They both sit back down chatting casually.

   “Hey-” Baseball starts, unsure if he sould ask, “what exactly Are you?” he questions, looking down at Nickel. Nickel looks up to him a bit confused.   “I mean– I know your some sort of forest creature, and maybe a fairy, because of the wings, but you have vines growing on you and-” Baseball stutters trying to explain the question.

  “Im a draey” Nickel interrupts, chuckling softly due to how nervous baseball got.   Baseball stares at Nickel, confused. Hes heard of many mystical creatures, but he has never heard of a ‘draey’ before.

   “a..  a what?” Baseball stammers. Nickel lets out an understanding sigh, draeys are very rare, as most of the time fairy and dyrad kids are either fairys or dryads like their parents.

   “a draey, its a cross between a fairy and a dryad, they are really uncommon” Nickel explains.

   Baseball hums an “oh” before looking up at the sky, then at his watch. “we should probably leave. We’ve been here for a while” He cautions, standing up  and waiting for Nickel to get up also.

   Nickel looks at the sky as well and stands. The two start walking towards the edge of the forest together. As they walk, though, the flowers in Nickels hair start to wilt and fall off, ans the vines on his arms and legs regress, like someones reversing a video of the vines plant growing.

   “hey, how are you going to…oh” Baseball starts, once he looks at Nickel, he sees that the latter looks completely normal, and his hair is covering both his ears now and be put his jacket on.

   “I can get rid of the nymph parts of my body, but i have to cover up my ears and wings though” Nickel states, his sharp teeth showing sometimes, while pulling back his hair to reveal he still has his pointed ears, then lets it fall down like before. He then loosens his jacket so it reveals his wings, which where, now, not even half way down his back.

   While Nickel fixes his jacket, Baseball muses “i dont think we should be seen walking together. we might get in trouble”. They can see the edge of the forest now. all of the other contestants are just shapeless lobs of color laying on the ground.

   “eh, i dont think anyone will see us. everyone is probably asleep” Nickel shrugs. Baseball hums in response. They stop at the edge where the forest stops and where inanimate insanity is starts.

   Nickel turns to baseball “You think we can get away with talking to eachother again?”. Baseball looks down to Nickel and smiles.

   “Im sure we can, at night time, though-” Baseball smirks, but it soon turns to a frown"-I guess we have to part ways".

   Nickel only mumbles “i guess” and gives a soft goodbye, walking back to the hotel. Baseball stares at him leaving before sighing and going back to the other contestants.

   Now Baseball knows if the “rumors” are true, but, he will most likely be the only other one to know.

[diddly-darn-ghost]

diddly darn lighting essay

im gonna explain some stuff to the danny phantom reboot concept server about how we can do the lighting effects because i want to achieve some similar effects but do it differently so that it looks nicer, spookier, and just generally cooler. i also don’t want it to get lost in the chat. I took a long time thinking about the glowing effects 

FIRST, so as you know, once a ghost enters the scene the lighting of the whole place changes dramatically. which is pretty cool and spooky! 

the colors get darker, background changes dramatically

when this happens there’s this bright cyan backlighting 

Although i like the blue backlighting, i think having the entire lighting be the same light blue color all over the character might be an eyesore. so what I suggest doing for this is to use the lumi & shade layer (or something similar) for the sake of lighting variety. something like this:

That way you can tell it’s that same good old famous spooky blue lighting of Danny Phantom but it’s not as much eye sore. 

I’m not sure if every art/animation program provides this layer effect but if there’s anything that gives the blue color a noticeable saturation while also noticeably illuminating the object, I think it will work! I suggest trying out different layer options. Not only that but make sure you keep the lighting to one side when you add it in, for the sake of having a sense of a light source

SECOND, gloWinG grEeN eYES. its in the theme song, so we have to incorporate it

the show itself doesnt actually show his eyes glowing a lot, typically only when he’s angry. im not sure how expensive it would be for the ghost eyes to have a permanent but subtle glow but it would be hella spooky when the surrounding lighting is dark. 

not sure how far you want to go with it but it would be even cooler if surrounding objects were also slightly illuminated by anything close to the eyes, like in this great fanart by @gainfabricsoftener here:

THIRD: the ghost aura. spoooooky

as you know all the ghosts have a subtle white aura around them

this can be achieved by having a dulicate of the ghost’s solid color layer but filled completely with white, layered underneath the coloring of the ghost, and blurred.

Though if I’m gonna be honest, the aura glow in the show feels too small and outline-y instead of glowy and I would prefer to have the ghost auras a bit more softer, wider, and subtle like in these frames of the theme song. feels more spookier:

a comparison

anyways thats all i have to say about the lighting. Honestly some of the things such as the aura and the light blue backlighting are most likely reasons why Danny phantom had a much higher budget than fairly oddparents so idk how expensive it is for everything to be incorporated. 

other things that should be glowy include:-ectoplasm because glowing liquids are spooky

-any ghost’s hair that resembles fire

-any spooky ghost-related items

-ghost powers 

-like 70% of things that are colored neon green would probably be glowy

it takes a lot of trial and error to get the achieved effects. i dont know if you want to follow my advice or not but feel free to use this as a visual guide. Hope it’s useful. Help Us Achieve Maximum Spookiness

[spirit-shroud]

8, 27, 42 for trans questions?

hi anon! 8 was already answered so im gonna skip it!! 

27. What do you do to validate yourself?

mostly a mix of existentialistic nihilism? if that’s a thing? because like.. nobody cares about little things as much as i care about them. they dont care what i look like or how i present or what my markers or whatever else im doing. my simple existence in a public, perceivable space will not become someone else’s dinner table conversations. why should i care about the nitty gritty, the real inconvenient specifics about my identity when first of all, ill never find that all out anyway lol, and nobody’s really like. gonna ask? 

also, when i do get a bit dysphoric, whether it’s physically or socially, i just think like. things are changeable. i can do HRT or get surgery or do something dumb with my hair or try out makeup or get new clothes to make myself physically feel better, and socially? im a few years from being able to just like. fuck off and live wherever i want to. there’s nothing that says i need to stay where people know me. i can go someplace else and be someone new with a new name and new experiences. my body and my experiences are not permanent if im unhappy with them. i can change my body. i can change my experiences. things won’t always be the way they are. 

42. Do you interact with other trans people IRL?

haha bold of you to assume i interact with anyone at all irl (things are. sad rn. but im moving soon so it’s okie dokie) 

but like. i was very close to this trans girl, she was in my friend circle and all that but kinda one day decided that i wasn’t cool enough and didnt leave the house enough or have enough money so she fucked right off and found some other girl to hang out with until she got bored of her, too. interesting person tbh. i wonder who her knew object of interest is from time to time but i dont exactly care enough to ask, y’kno?

also there was this other trans boy i knew, he was a cool dude and i liked him a lot but unfortunately he, too, kinda. dropped me and his entire personality went from ‘cool person who is multifaceted’ to ‘stoner’ in the span of like. a month and then he moved to NY with his abusive boyfriend who’s personality is also ‘stoner, but angrier and with more deep-seated issues.’ fun times. 

both of those two are an exhaustive list of every trans person in my current town! woo! 

i did some work with the trans youth equality foundation awhile back but that’s really like. all the Me People i know offhandedly. not a good track record but that’s why the internet is better :V

[fairycosmos]

(tw suicide mention) I feel so alienated from everyone in my life im always everyone’s last choice for everything i thought i was getting somewhere with my crush but he started dating my friend and i kinda wanna fucking kill myself i dont know how much longer i can stay alive i feel so lonely ive been feeling this awful for a long time and nothing is getting better at all I already know how I’ll end it i just need to decide when im sorry for venting but idk who else to talk to

hey, hey it’s okay :( i’m so sorry my love. i can’t imagine how hard things must be for you right now. take a breath. words probably seem pointless when you’re feeling so down, but try to believe at least some of what i say. do you think it’s possible, that your depression and your recent negative experiences, are causing you to over generalize, to reject any sense of self worth? like, those are both things that fuck up your perception of reality a lot. but it won’t always stay distorted, it truly won’t always be like this. so by that i mean - you’re not everyone’s last choice. i promise. maybe it feels like that, but the way other people treat you is not a reflection of who you are, not in this context anyway. and it won’t be the case with every person that you come across in your life. where you’re at right now is honestly not where you’ll always be, i can’t stress that enough. i know it hurts. not getting the person you want is awful, losing them to someone else is terrible, and having to hold onto all of this sadness probably seems pretty much impossible. the people that don’t recognize you for the wonderful person that you are, are simply missing out on the entirety of you. it’s their loss, it’s their issue. not yours. but it’s ok to feel that pain. it’s ok to cry it out, to want to give up, to lose it for a little bit. you don’t have to push those emotions away, you can sit with them and process them - it’s not the feeling that matters, it’s how you cope with it my love. it’s the same thing with thoughts. feeling suicidal is obviously a very serious thing to deal with, but there’s a massive difference between having a thought and acting on it. i really believe in your ability to find and to hold on to that distinction. you don’t have to act on your urges. you don’t have to hurt yourself on the outside to show that you’re hurting on the inside. you can communicate, you can get it all out in so many others ways. robbing yourself of a chance and of a future is not going to solve anything. your brain is deliberately trying to make you feel trapped so that you’re easier to control. it’s a delusion, and you don’t have to trust it. you can create a safe environment for yourself. you can. look at the situation, and feel the anger and the pain, but don’t make any permanent, irreversible choices based on what you’re going through at the moment. please. 

the thing is, you have so many options, even if your mind is not allowing you to see them at the moment. please please please, if you believe me about anything, believe me about this. it’s alright to reach out to people and to let them know what’s going on in your head. the way out is not by ending things, it’s by going through them. and the first step to that is just talking. i know it’s scary. it’s fine to be afraid. but don’t let that stop you from doing what’s best for yourself. make a list of priorities in your head, and put your mental health at the top of it, okay? even if you have to absolutely force yourself to care. even if you don’t want to, even if your head is screaming at you not to. it’s time to take back a bit of control. you can start by talking to a friend or family member - fight past the feeling of alienation. isolating yourself will only make you feel more disconnected. it’s up to you to put a stop to that cycle. if family and friends aren’t an option, there are many hotlines you can call that will give you a bit of guidance and advice. if you’re in school, you can always talk to the counselor a teacher. if you’re not, set up an appointment with your usual doctor and see if he/she can refer you. if you don’t want to do that, look into resources in your community such as local support groups. there will be something. you just have to seek it out. you have to make it an active part of your life, in order to get the ball rolling. if we look at depression/suicidal thoughts as an illness - a serious mental disorder - then doesn’t it make sense for professional help to be the next step, rather than hurting yourself? your mental health is JUST as important as your physical health, and it should be treated with the same level of seriousness. if you had cancer, would you deny yourself treatment and just expect things to feel better? of course not, right? this is just as urgent. you deserve help. you deserve to find some peace of mind. and a professional can really enable you to do that. like i said before, your perception and mindset is pretty much guaranteed to change - you won’t always see things the way you do right now. but you can help it all to change quicker by engaging. someone like a therapist or a counselor can literally show you how to cope when these feelings arise. they can allow you to discover what caused these thoughts in the first place, they can uproot that issue and help you come to terms with it. they may also be able to refer you to a psychiatrist, who could (depending on your situation) give you some meds to even out your brain chemistry, to help you see things clearly again. letting people know can honestly help you breathe again, as stupid as that sounds. i’m not saying that talking will solve everything. i’m not saying there won’t be times when you feel like saying fuck it. i’m saying that if you look at this from an objective standpoint, if you take today and try your best with it, then you’ll see clearly what it is that you need to do. put yourself first. self hatred is a trap. you’re more than that.

i’m under no illusions. everything is so much easier said than done. but i’m not saying all of this for nothing. i fucking believe in you so so much. you know how many stories i’ve heard, of people who have been exactly where you are, but they stuck around and then eventually they were so grateful that they did? it happens all the time. look, it’s very very easy to become disillusioned with life. and i get that. cause the world is a fucking difficult place to live in. especially if you’re mentally ill. but this is the only life you’re ever going to have, man. even if you don’t want it at the minute, it’s here and it’s happening. and it’s the rarest thing in the universe. don’t throw it away because of a moment in your existence. you’re so much more than you think you are. your presence on this planet is significant, and it has made a difference, and nothing would be the same without you here. i mean it. every time you feel worthless, you have to force yourself to acknowledge the inherent worth that you were born with. as soon as you got here, you mattered. and that fact won’t go away just cause you can’t see it, so listen. i’m not saying you can’t be sad. i’m not saying there’s a simple solution. i’m saying that trying is more than good enough. i understand that putting in any sort of effort is the last thing you want to do when you’re feeling so shitty. but it’s the one thing you have to demand of yourself. it doesn’t have to be anything big - it can be letting yourself sob, being honest with yourself, getting out of bed, and hopefully (eventually) asking for the help that you need. when the bad thoughts occur, acknowledge them, process them, but never for a second trick yourself into thinking they’re actually an option, okay? because they’re not, not when there’s so much left for you here, not when there’s so many others way to deal with this. please just stick around. your future self is going to thank you for it more than you can even begin to understand. i’m sending you so much love. i’m rooting for you with all of my fuckin heart. and if you ever need a friend, please just message me. don’t hurt yourself, just talk to me. we’ll figure it out together.

numbers you can call:

http://ibpf.org/resource/list-international-suicide-hotlines

[acreaturecalledgreed]

AU TIME (again, because i have too many but theyre fun)

so because i love His Dark Materials and i love FMA i have actually been half-assedly working on a daemon au when my brain will allow it

yes theres a million of them out there but i dont care i love them and i wanted my own

quick opinion first: in an interview with the writer of HDM it was brought up to him that a lot of fans headcanon that ppl with same-gender deamons are gay/trans/queer, and he stated that while that wasn’t his intention it was an idea he loved and fully supported- for this reason its generally accepted fanon

i appreciate that he likes it, but i personally do not subscribe to that headcanon at all, since people with same-gender daemons in the series are Specifically stated to be highly uncommon, and put bluntly, Gay/Trans/Queer People Aren’t Rare

so i generally just prefer to think of same-gender daemons as an interesting quirk instead of any indicator of such things

so far the human/daemon lineup is as follows (with some inspired by other fics, which i will link with them)

none of them have names yet because jesus fuck naming daemons is so fucking hard what the shit, and a lot of characters i havent picked out daemons for yet b/c i think it over A Lot before i settle on one

hohenheim- honey bee; insect daemons were extremely common amoung xerxian slaves, though a honey bee implies a certain level of ingenuity and moxy. meek and quiet but should not be pushed to extremes; absolutely never spoke with anyone but hohenheim and on much rarer moments, trisha. because of her size and shyness, the boys actually genuinely grew up with the impression that their father did not have a daemon trisha- elephant shrew; remembered by the boys as always being a good bit more frantic than their mother, but gentle and sweet despite this. unknown the them, actually had a fairly harsh and vicious temper provoked, though he kept it largely to himself. seemed to have no issue speaking with other daemons or humans, and in fact was just as likely to carry out a conversation with them as trisha herself. edward- wolverine (inspired by this fic, part of a series, since i cannot get over how perfect a wolverine is for ed); in general she an ed have extremely similar dispositions, though even in ed’s more somber moments she’s more likely to lash out than he is- including towards him, though they never fight for long. seems to have no issue trying to fight other’s daemons if she has a point she’s trying to make. will speak with other’s daemons, but won’t talk to other humans unless ed is showing signs of being nonverbal. al - unsettled, uncertain what happened to her with the whole body-losing thing. her current status is unknown and al seems unable to communicate if she’s with him or not, though he has developed a strange habit of periodically carrying random objects with him as if they are significant, but only one at a time mei- unsettled; xiao mei is often mistaken for mei’s daemon initially, and mei’s actual daemon likes to exasperate this by taking on the form of a panda very regularly. he’s very playful, but has a low tolerance for any perceived disrespect, and likes to retaliate to this by taking on very large and threatening forms- mei is well read and creative, and this means that sometimes those forms are fantasy creatures. refuses to talk to anyone who isnt mei, though might ask mei to say things to others for him- even if they’re all just standing in the same room.  ling- maned wolf; he doesn’t actually know what she is, and neither does she, so they jokingly play it off by claiming she’s a Very tall fox. the two of them are often very much in sync personality-wise, with her being every last bit as potentially silly as him (in fact, she tends to play up goofy behavior moreso, as she’s found she tends to unsettle people otherwise with her appearance) but also very clever and prone to scheming- though she seems to have a distinct nervous streak that he is seemingly lacking, with any insecurity he might feel occasionally radiating off his daemon. she’ll speak with any human that ling will speak to, but will chatter with just about any daemon who will pay her mind. often wails dramatically to garner attention during his fainting spells. she and lan fan’s rooster are often in contact with eachother, with said rooster often just perching on her. they enjoy gossiping.  things go more than a little haywire for her when Greed is forced into ling’s body, as it turns out that human-based homunculi are absolutely decimating for the daemon of the human host. lan fan- shamo rooster; most of lan fan’s pent up frustration is alive and thriving in him; he is often brusque, ornery, and quick to peck or kick out at other humans, even at the risk of contact. he isnt Always angry, and in fact can be very charming and peaceful when the mood suits him, but in general he’s of the opinion that if lan fan can’t say whats on her mind then he should- much to lan fan’s nigh endless chagrin. he’s even prone to pecking at ling, something that stresses lan fan out greatly and typically results in her simply picking him up and holding him for a while until he agrees to stop. absolutely Refuses to talk to anyone, human or daemon, outside of their travel group.

rather interestingly and somewhat alarmingly he’ll assist in fights as well, willing to risk contact with other human beings if he means the difference b/t life and death in a fight- successfully rips out one of Bradley’s eyes as a result, though of course that doesnt end up being permanent roy- little eagle; she’s cocky, and proud, and dignified, very aware that she’s a very noble-seeming daemon to have. she’ll play up a roll of being prim and proper up until the point where she’s called out on it, at which point she’s more huffy and a tad screechy. she looks incredibly majestic perched on roy’s shoulder or arm but inevitably looks very silly when he can’t carry her for whatever reason and she has to hurriedly waddle after him, something she will complain about the entire time. she has no issue talking to other humans, and will sometimes try to dish out commands in roy’s stead- though she seems to rarely speak with other daemons. despite this, during downtime she can sometimes be seen hopping from daemon to daemon in mustang’s team and perching on or preening them (with the exception of fury’s ball python, who she usually just sits on) riza- female wolfdog; quiet and often keeps to herself, though she seems to like having inside jokes with other daemon’s on mustang’s team, and sharing them with riza. she’s not particularly affectionate, or friendly, but she isn’t aloof either and always seems to have some quiet sense of humor to her. very rare to truly anger but seems willing to bare her teeth at nearly anything that inconveniences or even slightly annoys riza- this is alarming to new people, but it becomes a common and familar sight within a few days, and she doesn’t actually act out aside from it. will absolutely attack viciously in combat situations, however only towards other daemons havoc- palomino mare; she sometimes has a hard time getting around base, and Havoc was almost denied a position in the military due to concerns about the mobility of his daemon. 

she likes to rib havoc and tease him, often giving him a hard time about his love life or bad habits, but is also incredibly rapid to defend him against others. almost somewhat uncomfortably friendly with other humans, she will converse with people solely for the fun of conversing with them. if havoc thinks this is unusual or inappropriate, he has never said so, but people suggestion that she’s the reason he has trouble with love will typically get them an earful from him. 

she likes to use her size to intimidate on the occasions havoc feels a need to be more serious than his usual demeanor, and the effect can read as either genuinely threatening or somewhat silly depending on who its directed at

theyre close and don’t really need to talk with eachother at all to know what the other is thinking

fury- ball python; typical of the animal he’s assuming the form of, he’s exceptionally quiet and docile, rarely speaking outside of a whisper but also not being afraid of talking to other humans if he needs to (for example, if fury is busy with the radio but someone needs information from him) 

he seems to greatly dislike being a fairly small daemon, and typically is either curled around fury’s neck or tightly in a ball on the desk, but the rest of the team can sometimes get him to poke his head out if they’re friendly and patient

{im still working on the rest of team mustang}

{All of the armstrongs have some kind of tiger. All Of Them. It weirds people out, probably rightly so.}

Alex- golden tabby tiger; deeply affectionate and motherly, and extreely aware of her beauty and enjoys flaunting it as much as alex does. somehow has potent MILF energies despite literally being a tiger and it kinda weirds everyone out. including me. im not sure why i just outright wrote that. 

she’s doting to a point thats annoying, and teeters on being unintentionally condescending b/c she just Has to fuss over every daemon around her, especially any smaller than her. ed’s wolverine is perpetually on her last nerve around her, as she’s constantly grooming and coddling her. 

she’s joked before that she’d be JUST as lovey with humans, were it not “wholly and deeply improper to do so”

bizarrely she does have a decidedly harsh streak to her- alex is deeply hurt by his eldest sister’s disdain of him, and while he himself does not act in frustration and tries not to harbor ill will, his daemon is not afraid to do so in his stead, and will march up to olivier’s and swat him directly in the face, despite him being a good twice her size. she’s very hissy and reactive around him, which is surreal to anyone used to how astoundingly friendly she is otherwise.

Olivier- white liger; he is absolutely, mindbogglingly massive and strikes a deeply intimidating aura with his presence alone- which is for the best, since anyone who actually knows him know’s he’s incredibly calm and patient. olivier is bold, fierce and hard enough for the both of them. he is much more content sitting calmly and observing the world around him instead of actually putting up any kind of threatening behavior- and he does observe near everything; its nearly impossible to do anything without him learning of it somehow.

he does not speak with anyone, ever, except for olivier, and even then only in complete privacy. she doesnt seem bothered with his seemingly lax behavior, but she doesn’t tolerate it being discussed, either. 

he tolerates alex’s daemon’s aggression towards him with patient, and if he retaliates at all it is typically simply placing a paw on her head and pushing her away.  scar- the fluffiest mainecoone you've seen in your life; she was once deeply affectionate and loving towards other daemons and quiet with kind words and reassurances towards other humans, but has long since become very reserved and quiet, opting instead to perch on scar and silently observe whats going on around him.  that being said much of that former loving energy has gone into trying to comfort and assist scar as best as she can- she is night constantly purring, fussing and nuzzling over him, doing her damndest to ease his pain even a little

she’s also not to be crossed, and has long since ditched any and all qualms about contact with other humans if it means getting a well deserved bite or swat in- similarly, she will fight other daemons tooth and claw and fuery

she fusses over both mei and nina’s daemons when they inevitably join up with scar, but doesnt talk with anyone but scar

she will often hide in his clothes when traveling, so that scar can travel with nina and try and pass her off as his daemon (as this shrugs off suspicion of what nina is, and steers suspicion away from him due to the species of his daemon being known by the military- theyre looking for a man with a large cat, not a strange dog) nina tucker (survives)- unsettled; Extremely frantic and neurotic, often confused. he is highly prone to lashing out and panicking. nina herself is unusually calm, and somewhat lethargic, and as a result all of her terror over whats happened to her is coming out of her daemon almost entirely. he must be near constantly reassured, but is getting better, and even at times nina herself will pick him up and hold him not unlike a doll, during which are some of the few moments he relaxes completely- reassured at least for now that while they are Different they are still Whole

he used to take on a form similar to alexander but now typically takes on very small forms out of a desperation to hide shou tucker- doe, eerie without intending to be, soft spoken and extremely gentle and kind, weepy, goes into fits of distress whenever shou’s wife is mentioned, led the boys to nina and shou during the night of the Incident all while apologizing profusely because He Did It Again He Did It Again And She Couldn’t Stop Him, saw scar coming in but didnt bother to alert shou because she wanted them both to die kimblee- an african grey parrot, seems to be perpetually shrieking whether from excitement or anger is uncertain. gets unsettling with how generally calm kimblee himself is in comparison. they never seem to be in sync emotionally but she’s just as malevolent as he is

izumi- izumi’s daemon is a grizzly bear, and the two of them seem at constant odds with eachother, highly prone to outright screaming matches and arguements- this usually frightens and stresses people out around them, but anyone who is familiar with the two is used to it. 

they will bicker about small things all the time, but their larger, louder conflicts typically happen where the elrics are involved- mostly with izumi’s daemon objecting aggressively with her treatment of the boys, and feeling its too harsh, and pointing out to her that they both know its too harsh

she knows he’s right, but hates hearing it, so they typically end up yelling it out

he’s not particularly affectionate or loving or doting, and in fact is by nature of being a massive fucking bear highly intimidating, but he’s always very careful to be gentle around children, particularly the elrics

homunculi- ive seen a lot of daemon aus for fma that just dont give the homunculi daemons and while i understand that i think its more fun to play with the absolute horror of if they DID have daemons. the homunculi all have daemon’s that are unbound to them, seemingly having a limitless range they can travel away from their partner- none of them resemble any particular sort of animal. they are all twisted, and warped, and would possibly resemble some sort of animal mish-mash were it not for the fact that their bodies dont seem to follow any sort of law of physical reality at all. they are all mute, and their behavior seems bizarre, but despite this each of them does have a distinct personality that is related to their homunculus. 

the homunculi also literally cannot see them at all, despite humans around them being able to do so; but due to the range of the daemons, and the fact that their appearance is so warped, humans dont actually recognize them as daemons, instead assuming them to be some sort of ghosts or cryptids or the like

the homunculi are unaware they have daemons at all- Father has a massive, mutated beehive of a daemon that they all assume is because he is a copy of Hohenheim, and Wrath has a daemon that belonged to the human he once was- she is unsettled, but rigidly maintains the form of a lioness to paint an impressive image of the fuhrer. she is in nigh constant pain that she keeps hidden, though her limbs and flesh are prone to warping and twisting in unnatural ways if she ever loses her focus

the homunculi assume that these are Strange Exceptions 

(Pride gets away with passing off as human and not having a daemon by claiming that “she’s deeply shy, and likes to be a doormouse so she can hide”; people find this endearing)

thats all i have for now feel free to ask questions