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i have no words to say like . i feel choked up just wanting to cry because !!!!!!! THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!!!
reading this honestly feels like watching a film, a scene in their family life, and my heart clenches at how it feels so real, so true, so domestic. i’ve always advocated for girl dad sylus ! like not just vibes or anything but his entire character just fits the aspect of fathering a girl, his treasure and his heart, that encapsulates both him and MC, even to the point of referring to her as a mirror of his very own beloved wife.
i love that there’s this air of experience in sylus, with all the years of raising his child with MC, that makes him so perfect as a father. he’s overprotective but at the same time allows his daughter to relish in her own independence. he doesn’t shackle her with his strictness nor let her off doing whatever the hell she wants. he respects her so much the same way he respects his wife and i LOVE THAT!! (esp the part where he doesn’t dictate what she wears and instead just provides her this reassurance of safety UEUEUEUEUE) you balanced his character as a father and as his own person so perfectly that every time i read, i make sure to read slowly, just delighting myself with how everything is so wonderfully written!!
i can’t count the many things in this fic that i absolutely love. the father-daughter banter (as well as the recounting of safety measures, which i wonder, how many times is done due to the child feeling exasperated with it, like all teenagers are 😆), the sweet dynamic and the love and adoration shared between sylus and MC, and of course, sylus feeling immensely grateful for having to receive every yes; his heart so full of love at the fact that this family, his family, exists and is within his reach, despite all the things that happened in the past. i cherish the idea of sylus experiencing all of this—a love and a home filled with the warmth of his wife and his daughter—because he deserves it so much. he has all the never ending wealth and power at his fingertips but no other treasure nor precious material can ever compare to the two people who nestled their selves so comfortably in his heart.
thank you so so much for writing this, for pouring your heart and your big brained thoughts in producing this lovely fic. i won’t ever get tired of saying thank you to writers like you who let us visualize and imagine this beautiful scenario of such an amazing character. thank you so so much!!
would gladly re-read this all over again. honestly.. no thoughts head empty just sylus being such a girl dad ❤️
Sylus Qin, Girl Dad | masterlist
I keep seeing discussions of what Sylus would be like as the father to a daughter. So here's my take: a short story about Sylus being a dad to a teenage daughter. You can't tell me he doesn't respect the hell out of her and give her everything she wants. Sylus x fem reader, sylus x mc.
The kitchen is dark, except for the warm glow from the fireplace and the faint light drifting in through the floor to ceiling windows—twin nocturnal cityscapes, Linkon CIty and the heart of the N109 Zone replacing starlight, the blood red moon bleeding into white here at the border between light and dark, law and chaos, your world and his, where you and he have built a home overlooking both of your territories.
He’s sipping a glass of wine, lounging in one of the overstuffed armchairs near the open hearth, the fire crackling pleasantly. He’s scrolling auction listings, plotting what to give you for your upcoming anniversary. Nothing is good enough. Nothing is ever good enough, for you, his beloved. Every year, he fights the same battle—finding the perfect gift that’s worthy of his wife. This year is your twentieth. He swirls the wine, inhales its rich scent. He appreciates the warmth it sends through him with each sip, scowls at the inferior, the common, the unacceptable offerings available in the highest echelons of the antique market.
His thoughts are interrupted by quiet footsteps echoing in the marble hallway beyond the open kitchen door.
“Tiger?” He speaks softly, but his voice sounds loud in the quiet kitchen—the chef and staff are long gone for the evening. The footsteps pause.
“You’re up?”
A voice like rich, slow honey. A mix of Sylus’s own deep tone and his kitten’s sweet, steel-reinforced notes.
“Clearly,” he laughs, low. “Going somewhere?”
Finally, the vision of beauty that never fails to hijack the breath in his lungs appears in the kitchen doorway.
Sometimes he can’t quite believe it—that you forgot him, that he hurt you so terribly, that you let him near again, and in the end accepted him, all over again. That you reached back to him, finally, and offered your hand in return for his. That you said yes, at every turn. Yes, he could kiss you. Yes, he could court you. Yes, he could make love to you. Yes, he could marry you.
Yes, it’s a girl.
Yes, he could help raise the daughter you made, together. With all of his flaws. All of the violence in his hands, in his horns, his tail—you were still willing to let him hold the little mewling infant, the army-crawling roly-poly, the toddling chaos monster.
He could attend soccer games, school plays, choir concerts. He squinted at video tutorials on how to make brownies, cupcakes, for bake sales.
“I can just buy the school and fund anything they need,” he grumbled, trying to fish yet another eggshell out of the gooey batter.
“No, you can’t. That’s not the point of a bake sale, Sylus,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, resting your head on his broad back. “And where is our spawn? She’s supposed to help you with this as part of the educational value of this whole circus.”
He leaned back, soaking in your warmth, savoring the press of your body against his. “She stuffed herself full of cookie dough and passed out. I put her to bed.”
In response, you slipped your hands under the Kiss the Cook, pink frilly apron he wore every time he cooked. A gift from the twins, trying to both pester and help their boss get smooches while in the kitchen.
“And why can’t I buy the damn school? This is utterly inefficient,” he groused, as you slipped your hand under the waistband of his comfortable pants. He groaned. “And if you’re not careful, kitten, I’m never going to finish these in time for tomorrow if you keep doing that.”
“Mmm, there go your claims of being able to multitask.”
“I’ll gladly admit that my powers of multitasking fail when your clever hands are involved, beloved,” he said, trying to turn in your arms.
“Oh well. Another time then.” You had squeezed, once, firmly, just to let him know what he was missing, before sliding your hands from his pants and striding from the room to the sound of his complaints about poor business practices, not delivering what you promise, how is he supposed to focus on the recipe instructions with this situation in his pants, the one you caused?
The years passed, stacked, spread, and you still say yes to him, every day, except when you’re deliberately trying to torment him. He never dreamt he could be so happy, for so long. His happiness only compounds, expands, fills his chest to the point of pain as he sees his daughter standing in the hallway.
She lifts an eyebrow. Meets his snark with her own in answer to his question of if she's going somewhere: “Clearly.”
He tries to suppress his smile, the pride washing through him. “And where are you going at this time of night, tiger?”
“Guess,” she says, and he has the strange feeling of looking in a mirror, and looking at you, all at once. Her eyes, rubies glittering in the firelight. The spill of her hair, just like yours. The snark—from him? From you? Not that it matters, because his daughter is also wholly herself.
He tilts his head, pretends to think. “Out with friends? Or one friend in particular?”
She hums, drifts into the room. Her scent smells like home to him, in a similar way to how yours does, ever since he found you again, all those years ago, while also being threaded through with distinctly different perfume, shower gel, hair product.
“Both,” she answers, and sits on the armrest of the chair he’s sitting in. She leans over, sniffs the wine in his hand. “Can I have a sip?”
“Why would I let you waste my wine, when the last time you tried it you said it tasted like depression juice,” he gripes, moving the wine glass away from her.
She pouts a little, shrugs. “You said it’s an acquired taste. How am I to acquire it if I don’t try it more than once?”
He sighs, indulges her. “One sip.”
She takes the glass by the stem, as he taught her, swirls it. Drinks. Scrunches her nose in an unbearably adorable way. “Nope, still shit.”
“You and your mother. Absolutely no refined palate,” he laments, enjoying how she just laughs at his feigned disappointment, just like you do.
She snorts. “I have a palate for actual yummy drinks.”
“And what do we do after each yummy drink, oh refined one?” he instructs in a way that makes her roll her eyes.
“A big glass of water. To ensure that I spend half the night waiting in line for the bathroom.”
“Maybe if you don’t want to spend half the night in the bathroom, drink less alcohol, tiger.”
“Yes, yes, thank you daddy.” She leans against him, rests her head on his shoulder, looks at his tablet. “Anniversary present?”
He grunts in affirmation.
“You know she’s just happy to spend time with you. You don’t need to outdo yourself, every year.”
“Just because she’s satisfied with the bare minimum, doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve the universe served on a platter.”
“She says the same about you. You’re both gross,” she laughs.
“Take notes, tiger. Never settle for anyone who doesn’t treat you as well as I treat your mother.”
“Ah, yes, and should I take notes on your pride and arrogance, too, daddy?”
He smirks at his heart leaning against his shoulder. He had no idea his heart was so big, that it could encompass both you, and another whole other person, until his little girl came along. Along with the all-encompassing love, comes the terror. His heart, walking around in two different bodies, out in the world. Yours. His daughter’s. “If it helps. You’re your mother’s daughter—you’re entitled to be as arrogant as you like, treasure.”
“Noted.” Her tone is long-suffering, but pleased. “Can I go now?”
“Is that what you’re wearing?” He flicks a gaze to her short skirt, knee-high boots. The black and red corset cinching her lovely frame.
She sits up, kisses his cheek. “Yes. Problem?”
He sighs. “You know what you’re doing. Where people are looking, when you’re dressed like that.”
She sniffs, looks bored. “Good thing I don’t wear it for anyone else, but for me. They can look all they like.”
He understands dressing to one’s own tastes. To standing out, being the center of attention based on flashy apparel. “You know what to do, if anyone does anything that makes you uncomfortable? Including your particular friend?”
She rolls her eyes again. “Tell them to stop.”
“And if they don’t?” He suppresses the murderous rage at the very idea that someone would disrespect his daughter in such a way.
“Explode their balls with my evol,” she intones, having endured this conversation with her overprotective father more times than she can count.
“And then?” he prompts, pleased.
“Call you, Uncle Aidan, Uncle Luke, and Uncle Kieran,” she sing-songs, getting to her feet. Getting ready to make her escape.
“And if the cops show up before your uncles, or me?”
“I will not answer any questions without my attorney present,” she mocks her father’s deep voice, his bored rhythm of speech.
“And you’ll keep your phone on at all times?”
“Yes, daddy,” she humors him. “And if I do anything that I know will piss you off or scare mama, I’ll still call you to come save me, and you promise you won’t be mad at me.”
“Oh, I’ll be mad, but you’re still just a kid, it would be absurd for us to expect you never to make a mistake.” He suppresses another smile at her scowl. She looks so much like you, sometimes. It hurts his heart, in the best possible way. “Your safety is more important than anything else. We can always discuss consequences later.”
“Okay, okay. I promise to call you even if I know you’re going to be unhappy. Can I go now?”
He looks at her, memorizes her face, the curve of her cheek, admires the intelligence, the humor in her bright, sparkling eyes. It scares the shit out of him, every time she walks out of his sight. He wants to protect her, in the same way he still wants to protect you, from the entire weight of the cruel universe, from all the vagaries of foul humanity. But he read that it’s important for teenagers to feel that their parents trust them, to try out what it feels like to be independent, with a safety net waiting below. He’ll tolerate the terror, for the sake of his precious daughter. With safety measures in place, of course.
“Have fun, treasure.” He releases her, watches as she walks with the defiant confidence of a teenager to the door, secure in her knowledge that she’s already all grown up, that she’s older beyond her years, that her parents just worry too much. His heart feels like it’s going to burst in his chest when she turns, smiles at him.
“Love you, daddy.”
And then she’s gone, not waiting for his answer, because she already knows. One thing he has done right, in all of his lifetimes—one sin he will never commit. His daughter has never, ever had a reason to question how much he adores her.
He sips his wine. Turns his gaze toward the window, sees his own reflection in the glass. His own reflection, with his eyes that are no longer just his own, but the eyes of his daughter looking back at him.
“You vetted her new guy, right?” The voice of Sylus’s beloved interrupts his thoughts. He turns, sees you pointing at your own right eye, ensuring that her husband had ransacked the depths of her daughter’s suitor’s soul before letting her out the door tonight.
He smirks. “I might have paid a visit to his part time job when she first mentioned him."
“And he’s okay?” You stride over to him, slip into his lap. Take the wine glass from his hand, sip. Because you know that everything of his, is yours, and always has been. He wraps his arms around your waist, inhales the scent of your skin, your lovely hair.
“He’s a good kid,” he admits. “Not good enough for her. But good enough for her to toy with, if she likes.”
“And the app on her phone?” You ignore his cynicism, intent on ensuring that all precautions are in place. You worry about your daughter, as much as he does. Your daughter has no idea, however, that you’re the scary one out of her two parents. If someone dares fuck with your baby girl, they’ll have to face her mother’s wrath. Sylus would just kill them—quietly, efficiently. Problem solved.
You would take your time with them.
He loves you so fucking much.
Which is why he instructs his daughter to call him and her uncles, and not you. Sylus is a practical man. There is simply no need to have to break his beloved out of jail for the gruesome murder of some handsy asshole when Sylus can make a corpse disappear with the snap of his fingers.
“Tracking as we speak,” he assures you.
“And the twins?”
“Already on their way to remain at a discrete distance on standby in case she calls.”
“Thank you,” you murmur, finally satisfied. You rest your head where his daughter just rested hers. What use are such wide, strong shoulders, after all, if not for cushioning the precious head of his beloved and his treasured child?
“No, thank you” He’s suddenly overwhelmed with the size of his gratitude. “For doing all the hard work. Making her. Raising her to carry your goodness inside her. For saying yes.”
You just laugh a little at his uncharacteristic speech. Lift your head. “You were very persuasive, in the end. You can thank yourself, for making me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”
“And what offer was that, beloved?”
“You,” you sigh. “Everything that you are, and ever will be.”
He sniffs. “You were always a poor negotiator, compared to the swindlers in the N109 Zone. Seems like I got the better end of the deal.”
You roll your eyes, and he sees his daughter in your face. “For someone with such a good eye for fine things, you’ve never been able to see the value in the mirror,” you tease. “But that’s all right. You’re arrogant enough already.” You’ll never understand how Sylus has always managed to be so proud, arrogant, and yet so vulnerable at the same time.
You love him so much, for all of his complexity.
He takes the wine glass from you. Sets it next to the armchair.
“With our treasure out of the house, we’re alone right now,” he whispers into your ear. You shiver. After all these years, his voice still sends excitement along your skin, your spine. “How about I remind you why I’m so arrogant, until she gets home?”
You turn your head, kiss him softly. His lips are still so soft. He tastes like warm wine, like home. “Another offer I can’t refuse.”
He doesn’t need any other answer as he lifts you in his arms, carries you down the long marble halls, lays you down on the big bed you share.
He makes good on his offer. Sylus has always kept his word, from the very beginning, after all.
You daughter makes it home just fine later that night, as you're sleeping soundly. As Sylus reads a book next to you, one hand drifting absentmindedly up and down your bare back, waiting up for her footsteps. He experiences relief, a restored sense of wholeness when he hears them echoing down the hall.
No homicide necessary.
#rec#love and deepspace#sylus qin#i miss doing this like writing my thoughts about a fic because screaming in my pillow and giggling throwing my feet in the air isnt enough#waaaaaaaaa#i love this thank you so much for writing#also noticed how sylus is just so down bad for his daughter and his wife . Like how all fathers and husbands should be.
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i can't actually bring myself to name the post i was originally thinking about for various reasons, some cowardly and some reasonably intellectually honest. so instead i'm going to air a bunch of uncoordinated grievances culled from a wide variety of sources
unfortunately i have spent several years being driven insane by random one off tumblr comments about science that i took incredibly personally and now i have a million deranged complaints about how no one is nice enough to me about my job
like. idk. it would be nice if people were willing to extend the benefit of the doubt for ideas like: maybe scientists also know that measurements we use are proxies for the underlying thing, and that might have something to do with why we often try to have three or four different ways of checking for what we hope is the same phenomenon. but ultimately we do just have to try to use the tools that currently exist to look at the world and report honestly on what we think it looks like. "can you believe scientists think x is the only thing that would show whether something is y" look we're just trying to figure something out that we can get to work repeatedly so that literally anyone else can actually check our work. and that's actually very hard to do. ofc these concepts are themselves culturally and historically contingent and a lot of other factors go into the formulation of what an experiment is or how things get solidified as canonical methods etc. but i don't think "we would like to do things that have a hope of being consistently doable so that things can be compared to each other, and people can meaningfully describe things to each other and be understood, and that shapes what experiments we in practice do" is some kind of deeply suspect motivation on either a personal or institutional level and it would be nice if people acknowledged that that is often a driver for what actually is done. sometimes you do what's possible and describable.
or. idk. this one is also kind of about my own interpersonal experience and not a tumblr post, though still kind of about tumblr posts. but like. scientists absolutely make what are essentially personal judgments based on aesthetics or sensibilities about what to study. because there's so much fucking stuff. and it can't all be "what kills the most people" or "what has money available", not least because some of us can't actually keep going day to day on the basis of either of those, but also because even within those the universe is full of stuff. and 1. yes, in fact this means expanding the set of people making those judgments and what kinds of experiences shaped their sensibilities is very valuable, as one of several arguments for improving diversity in science but also 2. we're not, like, automatons gleefully doing Soulless Nonsense while cackling about how we're keeping everyone from learning about the true beauty of the world that real people care about. we're real people also. (it's also, incidentally, not a sick burn to explain to us that we were using human judgment and impulses while we were studying science. we have all lived inside our own brains while doing this and also attended so many seminars where someone helpfully explained it like it was new information.)
like, personally, i think it's really exciting when proteins can consistently arrange themselves on only one side of a cell. because it looks really cool and it's exciting to think about and doesn't obviously fall out of what we already know proteins do. this isn't, like, a sign of a fundamentally corrupt and cold nature that doesn't understand the world's beauty. no one is ever going to pay me lots of money in exchange for my thrilling new results about cell shapes i just think they're really beautiful and interesting. but i resent having to piously announce that i'm really interested in the World's True Beauty and Animals and the Mystical Wonders of Nature in order to communicate this point. i intrinsically value and care about what proteins do and that's the framework i'm operating in and that's the kind of thing that motivates a lot of people in science and it's simply not reasonable to act like that's some kind of evil alien motivation unmoored from the true human impulse. like i actually am mostly doing this because i also really like that kinesin animation where it walks on a microtubule. i just got really into it.
on a separate point, i know that reading scientific papers is hard and a trained skill, and contextualizing them is really annoying, but unfortunately we are just going to have to maintain a saintlike state of mild skepticism about strong claims made in university press releases that are then breathlessly repeated on tumblr. nothing to be done about that right now they'll just say whatever unfortunately. i promise to continue writing bitchy four-paragraph posts about their conceptual limits if and when i happen to notice one i know enough about to evaluate and then also have time to do it
#i have plenty of bitchy opinions about how things are done within science too!#but unfortunately being talked about like i am an evil robot seeking to cruelly westernize the beautiful aspen into oblivion#hurts my feewings somewhat.#box opener
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WIP Wednesday 1/1/2025
Staying caught up so far, possibly because the WIPs I got the most requests for (particularly 5 Years, which I started publishing this weekend!) are also the ones my brain wants to write right now. Sentences and Bead Flapjack under cut:
marble wall 2 for @balthazarusrex @skarabrae-stone
Hunter points to something in a large box. Luz picks a dark piece of cloth out of it, holding it pinched between two fingers like something gross. She says something Gus can't hear, and Hunter responds. Gus leaves them to whatever that's about. They'll tell him later, if it's important. He needs to shop for himself!
marble wall 3 for @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin
She leads the way back to the living room, looking behind her several times to see that everyone is following. She stops at the body lying on the floor, staring down at it for a long moment. “Okay, so, I know you said you wanted to go directly in the ground, and I respect that, but can I make a suggestion?”
ones left behind for @eriquin @catboy-jupiter @zyrafowe-sny @sweetbeanma @aparticularbandit
@tamsinswriting
Eber crawls forward, trying to reach the beast's face without being torn to shreds. It's flatter than most avians; Eda does not have a beak like many feathered demons do. She does, quite clearly, have a full set of teeth. Several sets of teeth? Sharp. He hooks an arm around her neck. The feathers are long and thick here, nearly as long as flight feathers. Pulling them out would hurt her. Eber tries to be gentle, but, well. Holding a beast’s head still when they're trying to kill you is difficult to do gently. “You're okay,” Raine says. “Just drink this. We're trying to help you.” The beast jerks her head away again, and several long feathers fall out, some of them still ending in tiny droplets of blood. Shit. This isn't going to work. Eber tries to back away from the sharp teeth, and— Her eyes. Her eyes catch the light and reflect it back at him, pupils huge like a nocturnal creature in the dark.
5 Years for @wizisbored @kalira @whimsicalmeerkat @sarosthewizarddude @twyrewolf
@auburnlaughter @asha10100101010 @nonbinary-octopus
JUICE: hi dr cass i have questions … CASS: You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that. What do you want to know? JUICE: uh you said i'm supposed to explore how will i know what to do i don't think i know very much … CASS: Maybe you're not aware of it yet, but I promise you, everything you need to know is all in your brain already. Thousands of people worked very hard for more than a decade to make sure you were fully prepared for this mission. We’ll still be here to help as much as we can, of course, but you’ve noticed how long it takes to communicate with Earth. At some point you'll have to make decisions on your own. You’ll do fine. You passed all the tests years ago. [Article: Juice aces Callisto flyby test] JUICE: huh i don't really remember that very well like the information is there if i think about it. like part of me remembers zoomin through space past callisto but its like fragmented and weird like i was there and i didn't know why and i didn't think anything was wrong even though i knew it was impossible i wasn't awake then is that what dreaming is like? i guess if i could literally do it in my sleep it'll be fine next question: why? why jupiter … [Cass infodumps about icy moons and their potential for life] JUICE: holy SHIT you're a nerd
Bead Flapjack for @tildeathiwillwrite @stonemaskedtaliesin
Before and after photos, as usual. I... should probably have been using some sort of form to work around this whole time, I don't know how I feel about the shape of that crest now, but oh well. I think I just need a few more rows before I can split it into two points.
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Jeremy is so brave bc if I saw Jean doing up his gloves with his teeth it would’ve been over for me
#And then he just had to go about his day#I have so many drawing ideas brain full many thoughts#Also this book really makes u realise how asexual Neil is#Like Jeremy and jean are always having weird gay thoughts about each other#And Neil is just like wowwwwwwww look at andrews eyes#And that’s after three whole books#Meanwhile Jeremy looked at jean in a blue shirt and had to leave the room#tsc spoilers#tsc fanart#The sunshine court#aftg#jean moreau#doodle#my art
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went crazy while drawing this
#alek art#lego ninjago#ninjago#krux#acronix#time twins#2024#very experimental piece lol... i have so many ideas on HoT and most of those come from me misrembering how it ended#tell me why i thought acronix was going to betray krux . i was like . ohh time vs time ... like jojo part3#obviously that didnt happen. in my brain the ending was different and smthn smthn acronix and cyrus run borg industries together#i was originally going to crop this but yall get the full vers bc quality stuff#designs not final ofc i wanna give acronix tats and piercings but . thats for another day#krux is like . typical librarian to me idk#love these two a lot. me when siblings with bonds so deep theyre kindaaa inseparable#😭 they love each other 😭😭😭😭
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here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud!!
✷(print shop)✷
#mine#original#euheuhe hello..i hope everyone is having a good day#we are going on a bird boat thing on wednesday im very excited about it#what else.....me and my bf went on a walk on sunday and i saw damsel flies and shield bugs and a duck with 13 ducklings#i bought a jellycat sun bag which is now all i talk about#ive started reading assassins apprentice by robin hobb!!!! its so good!!!!#im so excited there are so many books in the series to read#i doubt i will like all of them but i will give them all a go#today i will stop and hve dinner n then walk the dog and then do exercise and have a bath#and then i will. play zelda#and then tomorrow i will do shop stuff and also help my mum buy a bench apparently#i need to buy snacks also. i hve a snack stash in my rooom bc of mental illness purposes and i am low.....need snacks#maybe i will do that tomorrow. brain schedule is full up for today sorry#also. unrelated. i have my period???? again????? ive already had it this month hello i dont need another im good im all done#my hormones r going ??OAGHGHGHUH#also i want like . cute bra. but like not a bra like just cloth thats like. tit shaped. a bralet? is that what that is? no idea#anyway. hve nice evening. or else.#i have a headache#OH ALSO. i need to legally chnage my name SKFSABJSBK#put that on th todo list#i cant rmemeber how 2 do it i think it was very straight forward n cost like. £10 or smth
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[Demon AU] Corrupted Angel Vash who’s slowly turning into a demon and Exorcist Wolfwood who uses taboo practices for his job.
#Vash the Stampede#nicholas d. wolfwood#Trigun#trigun stampede#au idea#demon au#messy art#redesign#i have so many things to say about this au already but dont want to clutter this post#my brain is full
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Hi my name is Ed and my favorite tfp trope is when orion pax and optimus are two entirely separate people with different motivations and desires. Whether they are housed together in the same frame or are entirely 2 separate mechs for whatever reason, i eat this trope up. Especially when theres megop in the mix omg.
#spreadwardiardthoughts#im like obsessed with this idea and have so many random thoughts on the whys and becauses#I wish i was able to actually write all these into full stories but my motivation js crap#like yes ive already written this trope a few times but like i got anothet one cooking in my brain too#megop#megaop#orion pax#optimus prime#tropes idk
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omg your Apollo cabin table how did you come up with so many backgrounds and personalities??? 😩
i don't KNOW they were just all there. i feel like the series implied these huge losses but never went over them....talking about the crowded apollo table....will going from this young kid to head medic....i feel in my heart that there was a proper loss in that cabin. a whole crew of archers and a full infirmary. gone.
#i have been thinking about this.#for YEARS.#so so many years.#that table isn't even the half of it dude#they all have specific looks in my brain#relationships too#like i have IDEAS for camp half-blood.#in so many of the cabins.#like they had a full camp......they burned so many shrouds#im just supposed to move on from that?????????#ask
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"this man, is weird.. CRAZY weird.." "he was always very bright.."
#i think abt this soo often u have no idea#no one understands them like i do.. sighh..#platonic or romantic idc There is something Happening there#this also implies that sammy doesn't hate norman/displays some form of positive feeling towards him#bc it's shown in canon that he doesn't rlly like many ppl in the studio#and despite sammy's descent into insanity norman still appreciated him for who he was#they way norman talks abt sammy in his first audio log feels so personal too#probably kicked his feet and giggled abt him idk man#like okaayy what u kno abt him pooks... something u wanna tell me.. twirls my hair/..#IM SO ILL OH MY GODDDDDDDD#CAN ANYONE HEAR ME#i could go on a full 2 hour youtube rant abt how tragic they are#both together and as separate people#and dont even get me STARTED on the reason for norman's heart obsession while in the cycle and why he collects them#UGGHHHHHHHH KICKS THE WALL PUNCHES THE FLOOR I HATE THE FLOOR#been mentally ill about them since 2017 ❤ we up#at least until my pea sized 8 yr old child brain found out normmy was a thing#finding that shitty ms paint ship art changed my life..#theyre literally my og otp 5eva nothing will top them ever#smushing their faces together like barbies type shit#i do wish they had some kind of interaction actual gameplay wise in batim (or even batdr)#idc what kind i just need to see them in the same room together interacting in some way#batim#bendy and the ink machine#normmy#sammy lawrence#norman polk#norman x sammy#rosey rambles#I LOVE DOOMED YAOI
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Taking Neil’s quote of “I like fish” and giving it a whole new meaning
#happy mermay! here’s some art of an Au that’s been rotting my brain for the past two days :D#well just a sketch but still art!#this au takes place in the mid 19th century btw#Neil’s a sailor and works on a ship that goes back and forth between Canada and England trading goods and obviously Stacey’s a mermaid#if you ask nicely in my askbox I will explain this au in full detail#I have so many ideas#anyways hope you like this extremely blue sketch :]#scott pilgrim#scott pilgrim comic#scott pilgrim takes off#young neil#neil nordegraf#stacey pilgrim#nordegrim#mermaid au
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With the powers I've been granted as a creator and owner of this very wonderful and logical rizz tl I have declared shattered joined the battle! I mean harem... so— Epic is such a rizzler he traveled through godam timelines to find a new bitch ..harem member?
Even funnier, I mean more fun, this Shattered killed his own Cross and Epic during the chaotic moments of his corruption ;3 ISN'T THAT FUN? 👁️w👁️
Shattered needs time processing the oddly reindeer like skeleton is similar to the oddly skeleton like reindeer.... I'm sure he'll be fine. Dream needs time to process there's another him— also u know the tension(problems?? I'm learning words gimme a sec) between Error and the Dreamtale twins? It's even worse between him and shattered... just how many times have they held shattered back from killing Error?
Shattered isn't like all that great around the harem.. and a little odd around the reindeer because despite that rizz he's still an oddly reindeer like skeleton similar to the oddly skeleton like reindeer. Aand a little protective over his not brother brother, Nightmare because of should be obvious reasons... But he's having a better time... at least he isnt eternally suffering anymore :( **proceeds to make him suffer more/....j ☺️
#sometimes I feel like a baby learning their first words#I didn't ramble in the tags again yippee :3 (proceeds to ramble in tags)#submission#NOT melons art#sunnymainecoon#SUUUNNNNNY!!!!!!!!!#OH THIS IS PERFECT. MY BRAIN IS FILLING WITH IDEAS#shattered just being thrust into this new world that reminds him so much of his own world#and then seeing his brother (that's from another tl.) and just breaking DOWN#like. shattered DESTROYED his kingdom. and now. for no reason he knows of. everything is fine?#the kingdoms back. his brother's back. everything is perfect again!#then rizz!dream comes along and is like. wtf? and shattered is like. wtf?#like. drm and nm have a vendetta against Error. sure. but shattered wants Error D E A D.#also yeah. shattered would be so confused bout epic. cause wtf? he's a skeleton here? and he's HOT?!??!??#also shattered being like#“woah. so you're epic is just reindeer hybrid? mine was full reindeer!”#And everyone just being like. “wut 👁️👁️”#also shattered clinging onto nightmare every second he can 😭💔#OH BUT THEM QUESTIONING SHATTERED'S CROWN!!!!! cause that aint a prince's crown. that's a QUEEN's crown youre wearing. and why u wearing it?#sunny i love your brain and i wanna give it so many kisses#(ʃƪ^3^)🧠 <- me kissing your brain#dreamtale frozen au#frozen au#frozen!au#sanscest#frozen!epic#frozen!shattered#frozen harem au#frozen!dream#frozen!cross
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the graphic novel release reminded me I do have a dp oc that ive been severely neglecting. im so sry ms chérie I still love u 😔🫶
#madame chérie#danny phantom oc#danny phantom#dp oc#ocs#oc#i have a lot of little silly ideas with her but no energy to do enough with them so they just live in my brain for now this is all can offe#sry </3#my sweet littol materialistic queen i wll never entirely forget u...#i wanted to draw her as a cowboy since ive seen SO MANY COWBOY DP DRAWINGS since the comic dropped#but no lets b realistic said my brain. and so u get saloon girlie chérie instead 😳#she does deserve a full rhinestone cowgirl fit tho but energy all gone 💔 sry#fright knight#paulina sanchez#featured
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By the skin of your teeth (Patreon)
#Doodles#SCII#Damned#DAX#ZEX#Pyramid Head#The Captain#Blood#The cuts themselves are just black and white because I'm controlling myself lol - clearly not That much with the rest but hey!#Still it is a very nasty cut for how nonchalantly I've drawn them all haha - ZEX's back too he's just facing forward#I also momentarily forgot that he was in his uniform it's fine don't worry about it lol#All these speculations on where and how about the injuries and then just - What Uniform That I Am Enamoured By? Haha#I've done the same thing with DAX I keep forgetting about his poor ankle and then it comes up and I'm like ''Oh yeah haha I knew that''#How are some details so sticky and others so smoke-like! Some stay in my brain and others - pffbtl how silly#All the same it's still the Funnest Fun <3#There's something so Extra delightful to have Seen a setpiece - an object - an idea - and then get to interact with it <3 <3#Hitting Pyramid Head with Zelnick's frying pan! Forget PH I can't believe we had the budget for the skillet's appearance fee ♪♫ Hehehe#No but honestly Pyramid Head was incredible ✨ Wonderfully scary and distressing and tense and full of fallout! Terrible things!! ♪♫#I've never drawn him before so it was interesting! :0 His appearance in SH2 looks all squished#Like his belly is jutting out across from a broken spine! Quite spooky#I don't think I fully managed to capture that - kinda just looks like his hip bones are very prominent hehe - but maybe some other time :)#I hope they don't run into him again - for their sake tho haha ♪#DAX continually pulling ZEX behind him to try and protect him (and failing) was something I really Had to put to paper <3#As well as snuggles!! Even before they got Really hurt I was like Oh everyone needs hugs so bad :'0 And they do!! They need so many hugs!#Maybe especially Zelnick poor Captain :'0 Give this boy a break#The injuries are more of a self-guide hehe I'm not sure how accurate they are - they Feel accurate based on handedness et al#I was the least sure for Zelnick since he got tossed (poor thing!) but at least bruises are always fun to draw hehe#The return of my rainbow bruises lol - I only use three colours they're just so vibrant!#DAX trying so~ hard not to be taken in hehe what could these feelings be! Familiarly repressed? No surely not ♪#Be nice ♫
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the Scum has got me so bad that I almost want to teach myself how to draw people just so I can draw how I picture the characters
#I also still have a cool idea for a xanadu not-doodle that I want to draw but who knows when I'll have time to actually#draw a full finished piece#I'm also very interested in designing outfits for the characters (esp. with the insane canon outfits as a starting point- LOOKING AT YOU Z)#there are so many animatics that are so crystal clear in my brain. too bad I don't know how to make animatics#neoscum#neoscum liveblog#posts from the mynock
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i think the decision of who gets to medically transition probably should not be given to people who find trans bodies inherently disgusting and undesirable, personally
#crazy idea i know#suddenly remnered that fuckhead psychologist i went to for hrt approval#and one of the many many stupid ignorant and wildly presumptuous things he said to me#he was warning me of the ooo so scary effects of hrt (which last time i checked is not the expertise of a psychologist but ok)#and i was like yeah im well aware but also if it really does cause unmanageae health issues somehow#i can just stop. takimg the hrt#and he launched into a whole soiel about how that will leave me a half transitioned freak who is neither true man nor woman#seemingly the idea that i might actually prefer some effects of hrt over none and not find that fate worse than eternal full force dysphoria#having not even for a second occured to him#anyway the entire report i got back was so full of horseshit made up on the spot and so poorly communicated to me i nearly [redacted] myself#lolllll#luckily my mistrust paid off as i had a backup appointment still scheduled#its not paranoia if its right! wahoo!#and surprise surprise literally none of the super scary life ruining dangers that guy was going on ablut happened#not even a little bit#whst a crock of shit. i want that man to be held responsible for how totally dogshit he handled my case#but he never will be#i just gotta live with how this rando nearly indirectly killed me for the rest of my life#while he doesnt have to ever think of me again and if he does he'd probably think he handled it so well#having a lovely time with my brain today
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