#hmmmm anyway. much to think about.

[aefensteorrra]

I have the opportunity to spend a month in Michigan this autumn and that should be an easy decision (go! especially before I have more responsibilities) but it’s not

[crystallizsch]

uh hi. meet jas(mine)???

[kaisollisto]

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

I desperately want to draw but the way I have absolutely zero brain cells left and have only stared at a blank canvas since getting home is chipping away at my sanity

[lynxfrost13]

silly hypothetical question: if you could turn your ocs (any characters) story into any medium perfectly to your liking, what medium would you choose?

Hi Sosa!! Oh this is such a fun question ty for asking it!!

I know for sure that Awol’s story would fit really well into a short film, since I feel like it’s contained enough and stretching it out via a longer visual media like a movie would be more of a detriment than a help. I think Awol’s story would be fun to play around with in animation, in my mind I’d see her story done in a style like Scavenger’s Reign. That show has such great animation and there are some graphic violence scenes that I think have the same energy as how I imagine Awol’s own scene with the storch she killed in her tunnel. I also think there wouldn’t be a lot of dialogue in this short since it also fits her very quiet nature. I think layout wise it’d kind of go like

Activation + being a normal ARAR unit -> degradation and her interesting in painting -> some scenes of her stuff getting confiscated/cleaned out etc with maybe a moment of her cadre -> discovery of the abandoned tunnel and some fun scenes of her just absolutely going wild -> other RTS units stumbling upon her tunnel when she’s not there -> Storch sent down to clean it as punishment for some misbehavior or other (I think this would be the most dialogue, her just receiving her orders and then complaining) -> Awol returning to her now barren sanctuary and seeing the storch -> brutal fight between the two that ends with Awol killing her -> closes with Awol painting the walls again and maybe the dead storch still in the shot bc I think that would go hard -> fin.

The next story that I definitely have a clear idea for would be the VDF-5’s whole ordeal told through a primarily Hollenhund POV as an animated show. Tbh if I could have all of my characters animated in the style of arcane I would in fact keel over and die from joy and I fear my answer for some other concepts style wise would also be this choice due to my personal tastes but I’m trying to think of what would best suit each story over what I just like. That being said the VDF-5 story I absolutely would love in studio Fortiche’s arcane style because I think the mix of animated expressiveness as well as the realism of how people look would be really good for the overall tone of the hypothetical show. I think the 2d elements of the style would be fun to explore in a sci-fi setting and it’d be perfect for fight scenes between characters as well.

As for the actual layout of the show (otherwise this might turn into gushing abt arcane’s style oops) I’d want it contained to one season. I just think it works well as a self contained story told in 45-60 min episodes. Also Sosa I am gonna get to ur ask abt Hollenhund so I will be yapping about her more in that 😭 but if it was told from her POV primarily I think the episode layout would look something like being divided by the first chunk being much earlier and letting us see Schrott in her prime during the war and her losing her cadre, Hollenhund at her Vinetan facility, and Essig and Honig’s early friendship and assignment to the VDF-5 -> time skip and all four of our main players are brought together on the VDF-5, Schrott as her wretched present self with Hollenhund under her wing, and then the friendship of Honig and Hollenhund (man I need to make a relationship chart I fear) and seeing Essig starting to crack under the strain of commanding her ship -> final chunk showing increasing tensions between our players as well as with external issues, until the imperial blockade finally beats the ship. I’m not explaining it the best right now but ideally I’d want to highlight war (war bad basically lol) and focus on replikas who were products for war, and were neglected as individuals. I swear it’s all so much clearer in my head 😭

Moving on to Kosmos and Dorredt, I think the medium that’d best suit their story would be a video game! Specifically an exploration type one, I’d imagine it having the cozy and adventurous vibes of a game like slime rancher while having gameplay that let you play as both Kosmos and Dorredt, letting you control both of them and having them work together during outer space adventures (like categorizing asteroids or mining from them, exploring, outside ship repair, etc) as well as inside ship tasks like tending to the hydroponics or more maintenance, etc. That’d be the gameplay all while narratively you’d be exploring Kosmos and Dorredt as characters and “helping” their relationship grow over time. Ideally I’d want it to be a bittersweet sort of end with the game coming to a close after receiving a transmission from AEON potentially/not hearing anything at all -> the two of them essentially living out their service lives until both Kosmos and Dorredt can’t function like they used to and eventually die, abandoned by AEON (sorryyyy 😔). I’d want it to be a really sweet and cute game but yeah also with that slightly depressing undertone. I also think that having something like cutscenes in a cute anime type style would be really fun as one of the ways to do storytelling in it. Visually for the rest of the game though I’d imagine it in a more low poly cute style like earlier pokemon games maybe? Something that’d give a nod back to signalis at least. Also could you imagine how cute 2d dialogue sprites of the girls would be 🥹

Last but not least, Holt and Wanze! I really struggled to think of something for them but I wanted to, and ultimately I think a 45-60 minute per episode single season show would also work really well for them. I think animation would be really fun to play with especially when it comes to bioresonance and a look inside Wanze’s mind. Style wise I think I’d want it to be something like The Lovers trailer for them as replikas

Plot wise I have a clearer idea just because I’ve had them and their story longer but I think it’d start with setting up Holt becoming a senior medical replika at sierpinski + Wanze and her role as a kolibri -> Wanze then losing her bioresonance and freaking out after Holt patches her up -> their ensuing strained patient and caretaker relationship to the weird one sided dependency -> their friendship and mutual crushes and eventual romantic relationship -> the flesh and holt’s death with it ending on Wanze alive and alone. As well as throughout the show seeing the background happenings of sierpinski and Holt and Wanze’s relationships to characters like Sieben, Adler, and the rest of the kolibri cadre, etc. I think vibe wise it’d be kinda dark both in terms of aesthetic due to well. Sierpinski. But also the looming threat throughout the show of degradation and ensuing decommission and how Wanze is on extremely thin ice throughout as she struggles with everything.

Now if I did their human AU I’d still love to have it as a show, but in the style of an older anime like Monster (fitting considering the hospital/doctor stuff lmao) or maybe studio ghibli (AUGH old lady Holt in ghibli style. I’m gonna explode)

Plot wise I think that one would be less grim atmospherically but it would still be depressing as hell in the end. It’d go similarly with Wanze injury (I’d imagine human AU she’d be like knight AU and lose an eye maybe) -> holt patch up -> the difference in this show would be that Holt and Wanze wouldn’t have to keep their romantic relationship hidden to stay alive so there’d be a lot more slice of life sweet moments -> Holt getting diagnosed with brain cancer and not telling Wanze for a while so they can keep living happily -> Holt’s decline as the tumor affects her memory and motor control -> her death in this AU too. I think vibe wise this would be a lot more lighthearted and fluffy when it comes to the two of them.

[redrosydiaz]

okay so it wouldn't be like a DIRECT au of it, just like a heavily inspired by, but BUDDIE TWISTER/TWISTERS AU:

so. buck is a storm chaser. he's got his team, him and a few others, and then abby, his girlfriend. they're working on trying to find a way to tame a twister — to get it to stop before it can start enough to do it's damage. they think they've finally got it, only when they go to put it into test there is a horrible accident and buck loses the whole team, except abby. the two of them are the only survivors. and it is DEVASTATING, but buck is like at least abby and i can lean on each other in our grief, we can get through this together. only abby quits. she quits stormchasing then and there and she leaves, just disappears, leaving buck alone with his grief. (if we want to be Extra Angsty, perhaps she even leaves with some sort of comment that implies she blames him for what happened).

so buck quits too — only it's not a permanent quit, of course. his sisters boyfriend, chimney, is a stormchaser, and when bucks home visiting maddie one day, chimney is there and he's talking about his teams plan (maybe his team was also after the same sort of twister tamer thing — maybe even based off of bucks teams initial research) and he's asking buck about it and buck hasn't thought about this stuff in a while (lies; he's thought about that incident every day since it happened.) but like enough time has passed that talking about it with someone else who's enthusiastic about the research rather than just interested in the tragedy of it all, starts to excite him a little too. and chimney tells him he should come with, when he and his team head out in a week. and after some Thinking and some encouragement from maddie, buck agrees and goes with chimney.

and so buck joins the 118 — consisting of chimney and hen and bobby (and maybe ravi too bc i love ravi okay). and it's good. they're a great team, brilliant, and they're all about helping people too. like, yes, their research is important to them, and they're fighting tooth and nail to achieve their goal, but they're put that on pause if there's even a chance for them to go help people evacuate or find shelter or clean up in the aftermath — and that's something buck really loves about the team. bc that's all he wants to do, help people. so buck fits right in with them and it's. it's fun, again. he did miss this.

and, of course, the 118 has a riiiiiival team — another group of stormchasers who are ALSO trying to find a way to stop the twisters before they can do their damage. they're both close, so it's kind of like a competition between them, which team will capture success first? but this team (not really sure who it'll consist of yet) but im undecided on if eddie would be the leader of the group or if he's just a team member, but. eddie dia,z with his sweeeeet texan twang, and his big cowboy hat and his flashy belt buckles and his charm, he's there. and their team is popular in the stormchasing world, and everyone's eyes are on them too.

but like it's always those two — the 118 and eddies team — at the forefront of it all, they're always chasing the same storms.

and both teams are on the cusp of a big storm, but the 118 catch wind that there's a small town in the path of this one, and they decide instead of following the twisters they're going to head to the town to help the people there. and they end up veering off the path and eddie notices and then HE finds out about the town and he tells his team they need to go help too but his team is like dude NO we gotta get to the twister, the 118 are gone so this is our chance to be the ones to test our tornado tamer solution, WE could beat them. and like eddies team has clearly lost the whole point of all of this — to save people. but HE hasn't, so he goes rogue and he heads to the town instead, where he finds the 118 and they're a bit wary of him at first bc it feels out of character for someone from his team to be here doing this rather than chasing the storm, but at this point im thinking buck and eddie have already had some conversations (MAYBE eddie has actually saved buck once already too so like that trust between them is already built) and buck just immediately starts shouting instructions and eddie falls into line with them and the two of them work flawlessly together and the rest of the 118 is like yeah okay he's good people and they welcome him in too.

and maybe eddies team runs into trouble too and eddie catches wind of it (he's still connected to their radios maybe?) and he's like fuck we gotta help them too so he and buck break off to go help that team (bc even if they're the 118's rivals and even if they're on the verge of the breakthrough the 118 has been chasing too, that doesn't matter rn. what matters is saving as many lives as possible) so the two of them break off to go help and they DO but eddies teams solution DOESNT work, but they took the 118's truck that was loaded with THEIR solution so buck and eddie let that loose and THAT DOES end up working and so buck and eddie save eddies team AND the town AND each other.

and, OF COURSE, through all of that buck and eddie fall in love, and in the end eddie ends up joining buck's team, and they chase storms together, and when they have bad days, when they have close calls, they're there for each other and they're not going anywhere, and they ALWAYS have each other's backs <3

[gotyouanyway]

narvin helping romana write/speak in public/ organize tasks/etc when her brain fog is bad and fully covering for her when she's too depressed or fatigued to leave her quarters. making excuses for her ofc because the other time lords can't know she's unwell or they'd be on her like sharks. romana in turn helping cover for narvin when the pain from his old injuries flares up. he's usually fine at covering for himself and just refusing to show pain but romana's very good at distracting people on the rare occasion that he limps or drops something or hesitates to stand up

[moeblob]

OCs today because I really missed them. Since I wanted details still but with less effort (aka no shading) I opted for their DND AU versions.

Not pictured: Paul (a Pauladin if you will) messing up and probably nearly dying for the fifth time.

[palestporn]

Your moirail likes to touch you.

It's another symptom of his damage, really, all the pitiful, cracked bullshit about him wrapped up in the needy, hungry way he strokes your hair or your horns or takes daring, glancing reach-arounds to brush a hand over your back. Trolls are tough as chitin and claws, and you don't give a shit about your aberrant mutant blood, you're a troll through and through.

You shouldn't like to be touched. You don't.

But Gamzee does. And you, for some godforsaken reason, are infected with some kind of disease that makes you tolerate him.

It's cold tonight, and you can tell as soon as you wake up because Gamzee's curled around you like a grub, face buried in the back of your neck and hands rubbing absently up and down your belly. You have the slime set pretty warm, but not warm enough, apparently. When you move to get untangled, Gamzee grumbles and groans and reels you in even harder, nuzzling behind your ear.

You're a troll, you don't care about being touched. But you also can't get away. So you settle, and grumpily let him pet sleepily at your face, your chest, your neck. The slight, rough scrape of the pads on his palms and then the prickling, controlled threat of his claws.

You don't need to be touched. You don't need anybody for anything. A troll is an island. A troll doesn't give a shit. A troll doesn't get frustrated and irritable if they have to go a few weeks without their moirail touching them, so you don't. You don't.

You don't realize you're purring until he starts purring too. The tips of his claws trail across the curve of your thoracic cage, prickle and knead at you like you're some kind of wriggler comfort object, and you try to choke down the rusty rumble in your thorax and can't make it happen.

Gamzee mumbles, "Best friend, beats every miracle on the sand, sea and sky how sweet you turn for me touching you," and curls around you a little tighter, bites harmlessly at the side of your neck and the nape, where the hair trails off down your posture column. For a second all of his claws and his fangs press just hard enough to catch you still, breath hitching--then his palms smooth past the place his claws pricked at you, and he nuzzles his bare cheek against the mark of his teeth, and you're purring even louder, melting into warm, stupid shivers.

You understand what he actually said a second later, and are immediately, breathlessly indignant.

"I'm, you, fuck you," you retort, which is far from your best work, but in your defense your moirail is a soft embarrassment of a troll and he won't stop touching you, bundling you up into the curve of his freakishly long body, petting the line of one of your thighs, kneading a tense muscle there, going back to rubbing the place your purr hums at the base of your thoracic cage. "I'm humoring you, dipshit, because apparently you fucked up too many cartwheels when you were a wriggler and sloshed most of your panmatter out of your ears."

Gamzee gives a rattling, huffing chirr of amusement, melting into an actual laugh when you growl at him. "If you say so, brother," he says, soothed amiable, and nips at the back of your neck again, where he's definitely going to leave a really obvious mark for all of your chucklefuck hatefriends to hoot about.

"You're embarrassing both of us."

"Aww, motherfucker, that right?"

"You're-- It's not a-- What do you fucking think I am, some kind of--of touch-dependent mammal, huddling in its shitty brood-den with all its wriggling, hairless birth-pupas--"

Gamzee's snickering at you again. "I bet mammals don't purr so nice, best friend."

"Fuck you," you say again, with feeling, and twist half-heartedly at his grip again. He clicks his fangs, a disappointed little noise, and just holds you tighter, tight enough it aches just a little. Tight like it doesn't matter what you are or what you want, or what you don't want to want. He's not letting you go.

You don't like it. You don't, you don't, you don't. A good troll wouldn't. You don't.

He's mumbling some kind of highblood benediction into your hair, some nightmarish honking thing about being anointed in the wicked elixir and the stardust in your eyes. But his claws come to your face, a huge, cool frond wrapped all the way around to cup your cheek, and when his thumbclaw rests on your lip it's just heavy enough to shut you the fuck up, just light enough you know he's not going to hurt you. Just threatening enough to send a thrilling pale shiver through your palms and down your spine, and safe like you can only be like this.

"Little motherfucker gets so fucking hungry for it when he's lonely," Gamzee murmurs, and presses a little harder when you try to open your mouth to argue. "Nah-ah-ah, best friend, shoosh. Shhhh. You're so motherfucking warm, and look at you all soft all over, like clouds or some shit... Lemme all get my feel on. Get a good motherfucking grab-around at you going."

You bite his finger in revenge, a whole lot gentler than you could considering how tough highblood skin is. He laughs at you and then moves all in a rush, pins you into a tight little ball with your arms at your sides and your knees to your chest and dunks you in the sopor, bringing you up growling and squirming.

"What the fuck was that for?!"

"Shooshing," he says, and pats your face again with a stupid-sounding splap-splap noise. "Rowdy little motherfucker's gotta chill the fuck down. And hey, check it out."

His hands find both of your horns, and he combs the sopor through your hair with delicate clawtips and then rubs the sopor at the roots of your horns, right where thin skin gives way to the slight velvet at the bases.

The cool pressure feels completely different combined with the humming, numb-sensitive tingle of sopor, and you're immediately rendered hopelessly, humiliatingly compliant. You melt like a frozen beverage block at high noon in the desert. You make a noise you would murder any of your enemies or friends for hearing. You croon like a pupa who just discovered cotton candy. You'll fucking savage him if he stops.

"...'S real motherfucking sweet how you like it," he says again, peacefully, and this time you feel way too damn good to make yourself argue.

[gifti3]

i wrote a really small thing related to this post! I've been getting back into OIs so i came up with this arranged marriage scenario in a Victorian setting for Asmo and MC and have been chewing on it for the past several days lol I think I'm gonna come up with more stuff for this later but I just wanted to post this for now φ(゜▽゜*)♪

The weather was nice out today so you decided to go for a walk around the estate garden and rest in a somewhat secluded spot. Unfortunately, someone had managed to find you. How did the two of you keep running into each other in place so vast?

"Sooo….." Asmodeus leans into your space to look at the pages of you book. "What are you reading?"

"…A book."

"…Well yea, but what is the book about?"

You hold back your sigh and answer instead. "It's just about something I took interest in recently…"

Asmo stares at you for a moment. "You know, I'm starting to realize something about you."

"You are?"

"Uh huh," he nods. "At first, I thought you were a cagey person, but you're just really socially awkward you know? You kind of remind me of one of my brothers."

You close your book without making note of the page you were on. "I'm going back inside. Goodbye."

"Wait, I didn't mean it in a bad way!"

You sigh. "Are you sure? Cause you've been pretty rude to me several times before. So I'm having a hard time believing that."

Asmodeus makes a face. "It was an observation?"

"Okay. Can you just…let me read please?" The request came out harsher than you intended but maybe you were feeling a little defensive.

So what if you were "awkward". You weren't expecting to talk to anyone when you came out here.

Asmodeus huffs and leans back on his hands. But he doesn't leave…. for some reason. Maybe he was bored?

You flip through your book trying to find what page you were on.

"Page seventy six."

You look over at Asmo who has already busied himself with inspecting his nails.

"Thanks."

[robinsnest2111]

hmm. idk what to make of it, but I keep sensing little traces of "Will" and "Roxie/Ruby(?)" in my head, as if they've been trudging around up there, leaving proof they're around???

thoughts I'd never normally think, foreign to me moods and personality traits, wishes and wants I'd usually never have, etc.

latest example: wanting my physical manifestation to ditch the black hairdye for good, nurture my natural wavy texture, and go bright/light ginger, just like Dave Mustaine... and I just had the instant feeling it was "Will" and not me... idk...

[stellabyystarlight]

ending the year with haruto fanart, this art style was super fun to work with :]

[very-super-silly]

random but here's my atlas 6 character opinion bingo!!!!!! (characters are in the top left)

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

Okay how do I describe that in not romantically attracted to a person/character but I am aesthetically attracted to them?

Like. I don’t want to date them or kiss them or whatever- I just wanna look at them. I want to be in the same room with them- really I don’t care what our relationship is I just want to be in their presence.

[duffmckagans]

considering posting chapters 2 & 3 together next week (one time occurrence until chapters 27/28, which are shorter) to make up for how much i hate chapter 2 ... hm...

[clar-a-m]

thinking about modern au imogen with full sleeve tattoos of storm clouds with lightning that go all the way up to her chest