#i think it could be more flavourful but i'm mostly just in it for the Vibes so it's fine

[pushspacetocontinue]

Antonio was keeping that smile on his face. Unlike the sadistic grin or the evil smirk he had been putting on his villain practice, it was genuine, and completely content.

"Hey, the diversity makes it fun and more interesting," Bill said. His eyes had that fond gleam in them as he looked around at this found family that they had created together. This felt right, "And as long as I'm here, I'm going to be the dad you more than deserve. And I'll glad be that stand in dad for you all ladies too."

It seemed that Bill really was in his element at that particular.

"Oh it definitely is weird, it's basically about a group of cats, the jellicle cats, having a singing contest to determine which of them gets to die and be reborn," Simon said, "Truman likes the songs and the choreography though, and I will admit some of them are pretty catchy."

Russell nodded.

"Good to, good to know. When, when, when you next come over, I'll, I'll have to see if, if I can make a, a nice loaf of, of garlic bread," Russell then added, "Ho-holy shit..."

His cheeks had also turned a bit pink at that thought. He would have been mortified if it was him in that situation.

"Those all sound like good choices," Bill said. He hadn't taken a look at the menu yet. He was very sure there wouldn't be anything he could have after all. Bill was still happy to be there though.

"I got myself a nice tub of lotus biscoff ice cream," Simon said, "I wasn't going to miss out on a great treat after we dealt with Five. I'm just glad I'm not eating this as a comfort food instead."

He was trying not to think about what had happened earlier at the moment, and how it could have ended instead.

"I feel in the mood for something tropical," Leofric said, before he looked curious, tilting his head at Veronica at the mention of a ghost option.

"Ghost flavours you say?" Bill said with a grin, "In that case, I think I'll give a raspberry and lemonade a try. What a great idea. And I imagine the Green flavour is a loving homage to Star Trek?"

He honestly loved that.

"I'll have to come back again if they'll have me," Travis said, "This is remarkable."

It seemed that mostly everyone who was going to have some ice cream had decided what they wanted at least. It was the perfect way to end this skirmish; a celebration of a battle won.

Willow nodded again. It was nice to see Antonio being eager to fool around as well. Things had certainly changed for the better and it seemed they would only continue to do so for their own entertainment.

"The two of you are like night and day." the cyborg noted humorously.

"That's the fun part." Rook said, chuckling at the exchange, "I finally have a dad worth being around. You bet I'm going to take advantage of that."

"We quite literally don't have an alternative." Willow pointed out.

Erica nodded. They were definitely short on parents compared to siblings. Her expression shifted to a deep frown as Simon started listing the weirdest names she had ever heard. It was safe to say she much of a fan.

"I don't like Cats. It looks weird." And that was something coming from her.

"Maybe." Rook said, "Yes, Russell. I'm only into garlic bread and things that came out of an oven. I don't care to see Lucien's Arc de triomphe again."

Lucien narrowed his eyes. "When did that happen?"

"When you invited me over to play Oblivion for ten hours and suddenly forgot you had guests over when you went to get changed so we could go grab a bite."

Lucien hid behind the list as he gained a few shades of red. Rook grinned, most satisfied with the reaction.

"I'll have the one from last time– Lemon and mint chocolate with those licorice sticks. And for Erica there's the strawberry cup. What about you, Willow?"

"I'd like the same combination you're having, except with chocolate as well, if possible."

"Of course. With extra sprinkles on top?" The look Rook received confirmed the question was completely unnecessary.

"They are!" Erica said, before she turned to poke the drone. "What are you having, Simon?"

She hoped it'd be something nice. It would have been sad if he had a boring snack on top of being all the way over at his place.

"Nice pick, Leofric. That's about it, then. Do you want something too, mum?"

"I think I'll have the ghost option." Veronica replied, before hovering closer to Bill, "It's made for those of us who don't have the stomach for regular food."

"It comes in three flavors– Raspberry, lemonade and green!" Rook said.

"At worst, you can keep the little umbrella." Veronica added.

[reachexceedinggrasp]

Hell bent and heaven sent are a tragic love story. Who literally cannot see it? Whouffaldi is not only Canon but it's a parallel to so many of the great gothic romance films of the 80s and 90s.

Yep! idk some people are in denial.

Like obviously it's fine if you just want to see it as platonic and are cool about it. But I'm always blindsided by the goofy comments on youtube videos etc. where they act like the very idea there could be romance there is an insane suggestion. Where they condescend to shippers as if we're delusional for seeing what's there. I'm sorry, if you're going to be confrontational and smugly wrong at the same time, I'm going to point out that you're wrong.

[echthr0s]

you already know <3

[flowersinurhaiir]

HOW YOU GOT THE GIRL

MASTERLIST ➤

  Isack Hadjar x reader

  reupload! warnings - french petnames that may cause an actual french person to die, like 1 sex joke at the end requests - open! summery - Isack has a unique way to deal with the heat. 504 words

note - dont think the dialogue in this is my best work but we move

It was hot, the kind of hot that stuck to your skin and didn't let go. That's how you found yourself awake at this hour, moonlight shimmering through the curtains of your shared Parisian flat. You had been mostly tossing and turning all night but nothing helped, not wearing the least amount of clothes possible while still remaining decent, not the fan blowing cold air in the corner of the room, not even the long abandoned and tangled bedsheets at the end of your bed. 

Determined for at least some sleep you set off to the kitchen in hopes some water could cool you enough to drift off to sleep, leaving the sleeping man next to you.

“mon cœur? Baby?” Isack spoke loudly enough for you to hear in the kitchen from the hallway. “In here!” you replied like clockwork. After some conversation he breaks the question “why are you up then? What's up?” he spoke so casually you’d think he hadn't just been woken up by his girlfriend in the middle of the night.

“So hot i couldn't sleep, shocked you could” you semi talk semi whisper with all the delight of someone unable to sleep all night. 

“Well I'm pretty hot too but you like ice cream right?” you look up at him like he's crazy, which he most definitely is for many reasons. This was followed up with a “Get on your shoes, we are getting ice cream” he spoke as if not a statement nor a choice he’d already decided you guys were getting ice cream.

So that's how you found yourself sat on a park in Paris with Isack, in the middle of the night, eating ice cream. He had chocolate which he claimed went with the brown shirt he’d thrown on before you guys had left so as to not be wandering the streets of Paris shirtless, you of course had your favourite ice cream flavour.

“Chérie, we should do this more often” Isack said, casually throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“Do what?” Half asked curiously half asked to keep the conversation going

 “This. Go out in our pyjamas and just be in eachothers company” He replied like this was the best hour of his life.

The cool draft of wind on the bench was a stark change from your flat that you welcomed warmly. The streets were quiet and half of you, or more so all of you, wished they could be like this during the day too. 

Back in your flat and ready to actually sleep this time Isack turns to you from up the hallway as you take off your shoes “Y’know I had a dream earlier” to which you hum in response expecting to hear another one of his world champion dreams. “Yeah. Me and you were the main characters” you shot your head up to see a giggly Isack winking at you.

“Isack Alexandre Hadjar! You filthy perv!” You chased after him jokingly with one of your shoes acting as a projectile. 

you do not have and i do not give consent for my work to be translated, uploaded somewhere else, remixed or plagiarised flowersinurhaiir ©2025

[conanssummerchild]

a lot of the time it kinda feels like jess's storyline is too dark for gilmore girls, so it's always There but it's never reaaally adressed or gone in depth into, which is fine because that's what fanfiction is for but it frustrates me that people take what they see on the show at face value and don't read into the subtext (i've been told i dive too deep into the subtext, but i'd rather that than to not dive at all. to stay on the shore. lame)

additionally, jess is portrayed a certain way on the show (angry, rebellious) which i love about him because i crave that specific flavour of traumatised characters in media (so i can project) but some people don't seem to link his backstory to his current way of being. i'm not saying that his actions should be excused because of his past, but i wish he could get a little more understanding, from the other characters (mostly luke, who treats him better than anyone else but fails to actually understand his trauma-- by no fault of luke's own, he's just a little out of his depth) and from the viewers. i see people talking about it as if jess's character was just like:

"oh this kid's loser dad walked out on him as soon as he was born, which obviously had no effect on him, he had no father figure unless you want to count the men who continuously entered and just as quickly dissapeared from his and his mother's life, his mum also drank copiously-- again, none of this must've had any effect on this kid's life. his mum then very resonably gave up on him because he fucking sucks for no reason, and sent him away. leather jacket wearing bad boy"

when it's more like jess was raised by a single mother (who had him very young), she was an addict and jess was raised in a life of instability and neglect due to this, financial problems and his mother's boyfriends, he begins to act out becuase of it and gets sent to an unfamilliar town to live with his uncle who is essentially a stranger. all of these experiences from such a young age obviously affected jess's mental state and ability to form relationships with other people deeply. this, again, doesn't excuse a lot of his actions but i think it does explain at least some of them

it also doesn't help that the show revolves so much around rory (obviously, it's called gilmore girls, not the jess mariano show) which causes jess's actions to be linked to rory in a way that gets ridiculous at some point. like jess coming back because luke stole his car and luke telling him to stay away from rory. you mean this teenager (who luke, his first relatively stable parental figure, not too long ago kicked out) flunked out of high school, met his deadbeat dad for the first time in 18 years and was promptly rejected by him and is about to spend a freezing cold night sleeping in his car, but of course he's here for rory. be for real

i love jess and i'm happy with how most of his storylines panned out but i always yearn for a little more. an acknowledgement of why he may be reluctant to let liz back into his life, him and lorelai having an actual conversation where she tries to actually understand his experiences not assume she does because of her own, luke being a little gentler with jess sometimes, an explanation of what happened while jess was away that suddenly made him so emotionally mature and well adjusted. idk, just something that's been on my mind

[blubunz]

“CAN WE TALK?”

— dick grayson x gn! reader

Tags: none.

A/N: Mostly just talking, short talking fic. I'm not good at this sort of thing either so probably won't write out their actual conversation.

“Dick, is something wrong?”

“Hm?” Dick looks up. Seeing your frown, he's quick to give you a reassuring smile. “Yeah? Why did you ask?”

“I don't know. You just... don't look alright.” You sit down next to him on the couch, taking your hands in his. “Anything happened last night?” Last night he did his usual work, patrolling and stuff, you're not too sure what exactly, he didn't tell you.

“Uh, no? Last night is pretty normal to me, babe.” He gives you a cheeky grin, kissing your cheek lovingly.

“Right, right. Sorry, I'm just a bit worried.” You say. “I mean, I've never seen you talking seriously with me for once. Like, about your problems, not mine.”

“Oh, so running out of butter wasn't a problem of mine? Mind you, a single ingredient can add such flavourful—”

“Dick.” You cut him off. “You know that's not what I mean.”

He stops instantly, his thumb rubbing your knuckles. That makes you grow a bit more restless, why is he trying to comfort you when you clearly don't need it?

“Sorry.” He whispers, his voice taking on a softer tone, but doesn't miss the tenderness he shares with you.

You kiss his cheek. “I want to know more about you, Dick. And I know we've been dating for a long time. And yes, I know your preference, favorite food and all. But, I feel like you're not completely honest with me on deeper terms.”

He looks away for a little, before settling his focus back down to your hands.

“Of course. I, um... it's just, kinda hard, you know.” He says. “You're not the first, but, I suppose it doesn't mean that I should hide from you.”

Your heart misses a beat at that, not in a good way, but in a sinking, drowning way. You're understandable about it, though. You're not the first, never will be.

“You're incredible.” Dick starts. “And there's no excuses, you're the best partner I could have asked for. So, I think we can—”

His phone rings, and Dick picks up to see Wally calling him.

“Uh...”

“It's alright, Dick.” You assure him. “We'll talk later.”

He nods, answering the call.

[canmom]

my favourite metaphors tend to be physical/computer science ones: the feedback loop, the dynamical system, the state space, the instability, the self-organising structure, the mapping from x-space to y-space, the nth-order approximation, the evolving population, the compression algorithm, the cellular automaton, the fractal structure, the soliton, entropy. as far back as 2018 i was conceiving of gender transition's relation to society as akin to bubbles in a fluid.

i like to spice it with some more occult stuff now and again, the egregore in particular (used in preference to similar, more atomic concepts like 'meme' or 'semiotic sign' or 'stand alone complex' mostly because i like the vibe) - but that's a flavour of occultism that suits this habit of thought, isn't it? a notional abstract entity that emerges from the dynamics of a complex system, such as multiple minds? i view magic mostly in this light: a human tool for apprehending the large scale behaviour of humans. as such my go-to examples of egregores are things like 'countries' or 'organisations' or even 'gender'.

anyway i don't think this is a bad way to look at the world, i think it often leads to interesting left field approaches to subjects, but just because i invoke all these sciencey concepts does not actually entail any rigour. I'm operating on the level of analogy and i don't want to pretend otherwise. i try to be careful to keep the technical definition in mind, but it's not like I'm writing differential equations down, or even that you could in a lot of cases... and i tend to dislike the rhetorical invocation of mathematical concepts when other people do it, i am kind of a hypocrite lol

[pollux-starsz]

as i was working on a beach day writing for @wyervan 's dca slasher au (check them out btw!!!! :D) i had the impulse to draw out the outfit Kalamela is wear throughout the entire thing (because im awesome and i did NOT make Smoon flustered over her for no reason in this writing, which is yet to be finished , I'm procrastinating..)

I absolutely adore how I did the coloring for this one! Also I'm getting better at shoes XD

Rambles below the cut!!

- So, I had this little thought about Kalamela's cooking. I kept thinking, she doesn't have as big as a sweet tooth as people would think. But she LOVES savory and spicy food, so I think she'd like to try different spices with Moonie. There hasn't been a time yet where it's too much but who's to say she won't burn her tastebuds one day.

- Since she's living with them, (save her) I can't help but think she would be very upset with the Slasher boys if her pets announce the slightest amount of annoyance towards them. She WILL make them get treats for her babies.

- She paints her nails a lot, so I think she'd paint Sun's as well!! Not that he has a choice, she needs to know how the colors look.

- Her and Moon playing DDR except it ends in a brawl because Moon lost (not surprising but Sun did make them both clean the arcade afterwards).

- I keep picturing Moon having an odd interest in gum. He just likes the different types of flavours, textures or just how they look.

- Sun's over working ass getting sick and being taken care of by Kalamela but cue Moon making fun of him for being coddled.... He also got sick two days later from Sun so now BOTH of them are being coddled. Kalamela doesn't like it, she thinks they should both do their shit themselves but thanks to her heart of gold and 3 containers of ice cream waiting for her in the fridge, she pushes on.

- Do not let Kalamela dress them in her choice of clothing style(s). It happened as an attempt many times, but when she finally got them to actually wear the outfits (out in public as well), she was ignored for about a week. Mostly by Moon, Sun actually took a liking to it all.

- She made them wear one of her dresses and try on a few skirts. Moon and Sun bickered over who could rock it more. The answer is both of them, by the way.

- Kalamela got sick for a full two months during winter and the boys schedule consisted of "Wake Kalamela", " Feed Kalamela (and fail)", "Wake Kalamela", "Get Kalamela out of the bedroom (50/50 attempt)", "Give up (She wouldn't budge)", "Continue with our day (They also gave up with her bullshit)".

- Kalamela speaks entire conversations with them in Czech and they can't do anything but smile and nod. Moon can pick up a few words and Sun.. can really only make out what sounds like a curse word.

- Mango learned to say Sun and Moon's names and never shuts up. Moon likes it until he's sleeping and gets woken up, Sun got fed up within the first hour.

- Moon, when he was drunk, also got Kalamela drunk. Which then led to them running out into those large, open grass areas off the side of highways. Yes, Sun had to supervise them.

- Kalamela doesn't understand U.S. currency sometimes, despite now living in the U.S. for years now. Sun and Moon both help to convert the currency difference for her, she always feels bad that they need too. Doesn't stop her from complaining about the prices, of course!

- Moon is so smitten for her, he bought her too many flower bouquets for her birthday. She kept them all and also planted a few of them outside her house! Sun still thinks he needs to chill, if you ignore his list of 500 Valentine's Day gifts to get her. Obviously, Moon is the more crazy one! Totally not Sun! How could he ever!

- They all sit on the couch eating pizza and fries on Sunday's. They watch random TV channels until they all fall asleep or end up complaining about their day.

- Sun and Moon visit Crystal Cove so often that they both have their own little discount and have keys to the building. They get to thank Kalamela for that one.

Bonus doodles of her because I was practicing poses and perspective (kill me now)

[melancholicstation]

BEAT POETRY ON AMPHETAMINES - a collection of situationship!jfk headcanon's

takes you on "dates" which are in reality him taking you to a matinée showing of an erotic nineteen twenties film that ends in you guys risking a public indecency charge on both your records between the theatre seats

does the equivalent of a "you up?" text by randomly showing up at your parents home and telling them that he's going to take you out on a twilight boat ride across the cape

the night definitely doesn't end with you guys wandering out way top far on the water simply because other things caught your attention...

jfk going to mass because situationship!reader won't answer his letter and/or calls cause she saw something in the newspaper about him and another socialite:

situationship!reader being embarrassingly down bad and commissioning a one of one bespoke tie for jack as a birthday present embroidered with a message like this

always makes incredibly crude and dirty comments whenever you have to make jello for a summer society event or sorority meet, however there's a sick sense of accomplishment that you feel knowing that jack sticks around to watch you do the mundane stuff, rather than simply leaving you after he's had his way like he does with the other girls.... (i'm sorry in order to be in a situationship with jack and not rip your hair out you would have to harbour a pick me/not like other girls complex inside you... i don't make the rules, i just timidly enforce them!)

also the jello moulds would be by gelée (yes, i know the brand wasn't around in 1950s my fanfics exist in a liminal space without the actual laws of time) cause they are my favourite for crafting a 1950s confectionary feel in the modern age (and they have free shipping! hallelujah!) and the jack's favourite flavour would be pĩna coco... don't play with me right now

would actually wow you with his morning after breakfast cooking skills (on his good back days) and would work within the confines of your very limited pantry in your one bedroom apartment...

and then he would return to the bedroom where he left you, wrapped up in a white poplin sheet, with a cobbled together jelly and tahini brioche on a plate to share with one fork for the two of you

at like 4am once you guys had done what you do for most of the little time you get to spend with each other, he'd try his hand at being vulnerable mostly about his chronic illness and back pain...

i'm thinking specifically something akin to how he would write to igna arvad about his outlook on pain as a constant plague on his enjoyment of all the things that life could offer a man as wonderful as he "if i had lived to be a hundred, i could only have improved the quantity of my life, not the quality" but it would be more conversational when in person. because a man like jack doesn't strike me as overly eager to trauma dump, yet also reads as very emotionally intelligent in parts

he always gets letters sent on hotel stationary whenever you stay at the chataeu marmont like this:

after fifty years and once you two have both passed i just know people wander across photos of you two together on pinterest and are like who is that girl with the thirty-first president of the united states?? and why have we never heard of her.

and you two are always serving cunt prince and princess of the people in the photos:

he would write rambling letters to you when he was a little drunk if he caught a glimpse of you at a partying entertaining or simply talking to a man in the manner you once talked to him in (despite making no moves to make your relationship offical or monogamous in any fashion) and then apologise later on in person with a kicked labrador expression or right his wrongs in a follow up letter

you're granted visitations rights to visit his room while he's recovering from 2nd back surgery and you bring bread and broth (due to the strict clinical diet he's been placed under) along with a hand written steve harrison quote "the virtue of soup and bread in a clay pot prepares the body and mind for what is to come" that you use push pins to affix on his hospital room wall

alongside that selection, you begrudgingly bring some adult magazines because he hasn't stopped whining that there was nothing to do all damn day

you guys keep a small pseudo capsule closet in each others drawers. for him: there's a small collection of parisotto cotton shirts in blue, black and navy. for you: there's a pair of linen pyjamas, a biella cashmere jacket and pleat skirt set, and an oversized coat

jack would 100% smell like a mix of abercrombie and fitch fierce cologne and the deauville lotion from chanel

you'd handed him a mother of pearl spoon with some osetrra caviar in a little gift box for christmas...

which then led to jack eating caviar of various parts of your body quietly trying not to wake up those who were still up for the night...

[evileyedoll]

Dark at the End of the Tunnel

Sink into an Anglers grasp in a dream, like the undersea the Night cradles screams

Been inspired by anglerfish recently, so I'm going to try to do at few of these dark background ones back to back and see if I stumble into something new. I noticed I tend to draw characters / mechs / robots in these oneshot illustrations extremely lanky, but I wonder if I made a comic, whether I'd keep these exaggerated proportions - I'm often indecisive about how much mech vs character is in these biomechs, so I usually just don't think about it and draw what feels interesting in the moment.

This gives me a chance to lay down a meandering anecdote - many years ago as a dumb teenager, I'd stay awake every Friday evening / saturday morning till 4 am, hoping to catch my favourite developer, Digital Extremes' weekly devstream. I vividly remember during closed beta in 2012 people would introduce the game as being about futuristic space pirates zipping through corridors - the games fidelity back then was really quite different, one of the early warframes, Ember, even had her whole model redone at one point. Around 2013-2014 ish when I was most excited for these streams, I noticed the games tagline was "ninja's play free", nothing at all to do with pirates - but it was catchy, and you'd see all over in the advertising because of the parkour moves you could pull off in the game were genuinely sick.

Incidentally, both the Defiance MMO (rip) and Destiny 1 (rip) were what warframe tended to be compared to at the time, both released a little after warframes closed beta, neither of which were piratey or ninja-ey , I think probably 80% of the reason for that was that they all had both guns and abilites ... I guess they were also all live services, I don't know if they were called that back then.

Compared to Defiance and Destiny, I was puzzled at what it was about warframes identity that made the aesthetic feel "itself" - and I got my answer on one of those devstreams - the art lead at the time brought out what they called a "faction pitch bible" a one pager showing all the factions they had in the game at the time, each of them with a few lines of flavour text.

What struck me from that faction pitch was that the Tenno / warframes "cyber knight" description was nothing at all to do with pirates or ninjas, it was a third, wholly other thing, and yet by virtue of being first, it might as well have been the "true" description.

But there was another original, even more original than the "true", Warframes predecessor game, Dark Sector, was a spy thriller with biomechanical aesthetics, or perhaps a powered suit superhero series. Would this original, more original than even the initial, not be what it truly was?

I think what my takeaway was from all of these, is that first an foremost, the aesthetic is "itself" rather than any arbitrary descriptors - I enjoy this about my own pieces, that they mostly still feel like they were made by me even if I can't quite categorise them or explain myself. Perhaps I'm happy if the takeaway is "cool mech", "weird robot" or "wacky character" because maybe it's all of those things and even more!

[bitch-potatoes]

Jegumas day 3 - reindeer @noblehouseofgay

Word count: 626

Pure domestic fluff <3

On the third day of December Regulus came home with a pair of novelty reindeer horns slotted onto his head, he was beaming as he walked through the door despite the cold biting at his cheeks and ears and the snow that was once again falling intermittently. James had been home most of the day, preparing for a night shift at the aurors, which meant Regulus was in for a night alone. 

“Hey bub” James said cheerily, poking his head around the door from the living room as Regulus set his keys down on the table by the door. While he was at home, James had decorated the whole house lavishly for Christmas - there was tinsel wrapped around the bannister up the stairs and various decorations lining the hallway. “You can't come in I'm wrapping presents, be done in 10” James said as Regulus kicked off his shoes and stepped towards the living room; before he could even protest James had shut the door again. 

“I like the prongs, by the way” James called through the door, the sound of Christmas songs on the radio suddenly drowning him out. Regulus instead retreated upstairs, taking his time to have a long warm shower and change into pyjamas - he knew better than to believe James would actually be 10 minutes. 

Almost an hour later James had yet to emerge from the living room, Regulus had decided to start on dinner despite his struggles when it came to cooking - James had been teaching him since he'd moved into his place from the flat he was sharing with Barty and Evan who mostly ate takeaways or ready meals. This is how he'd discovered that cooking was nowhere near as easy as they made it look on those muggle cooking shows. 

Regulus was enjoying prepping vegetables, finding himself humming to the songs leaching from the living room across the hall. Prep work was the easy bit in Regulus’ opinion, cutting and peeling was all the same as potion making which Regulus was extremely talented at but as soon as it came to layering flavours and knowing when things are done right was the part Regulus could never wrap his head around. 

“Should've kept the prongs” James’ voice rang across the room, causing Regulus to whirl around on the spot. The knife clattered as he put it down on the counter. James had a playful smirk on his face, arms folded loosely as he sat on the counter on the opposite side of the room. 

Regulus stepped across the room in hardly three strides, falling into James arms with the same level of muscle memory as breathing or blinking. “thought you'd like them” he muttered into James chest as he wrapped himself around James; dragging him off the counter to have more of him to cling to. James hummed in agreement, holding Regulus close. 

“I missed you today my regisaurus rex” James said playfully, ruffling Regulus’ slightly damp hair. Regulus looked up from the hug and raised an eyebrow “Don't push your luck rudolph” he quipped back, readjusting his hair with one hand. 

“how about I finish up dinner?” James offered, a smile gracing his face as he finally peeled away from Regulus - not before pressing a kiss onto his forehead, though. 

“I'm just saying, you make a rather dashing reindeer love” James added as he finished chopping vegetables and began heating up a saucepan. 

“I think you're prettier when you shut up” Regulus drawled, pushing himself onto the counter near where James was cooking. 

“Make me” 

“you'd like that wouldn't you” 

James shrugged, humming away as he cooked and stealing the occasional glance to Regulus. It was in that moment Regulus knew it would be a long night home alone. 

[toskarin]

A question of curiosity - assuming you play them due to your involvement with a bunch of them, what are your favourite kinds of characters (be it mechanically or narratively) to play in TTRPGS? And do you have any associated anecdotes to go with them?

courtesy readmore

mechanically kinda depends on what's on the menu, but if it's combat-focused, I personally really enjoy characters who "deny" things

not really the kind of character who I'd ever expect a GM to put in their element on purpose (I usually make a conscious effort to remind the GM of things I'm capable of so that I don't trample on any fun setpieces) but definitely the kind of character who modifies objectives just by being in play. I also like magic-users in concept, but that's more of a flavour thing

I think that's reflected a good bit in the kind of narrative play I enjoy, too. when I make a character, I prefer to do it with the rest of the party in mind, less to make the character "compatible" and more to make them sharply contrast in ways that encourage the other characters to have moments where they can reaffirm who they are (both in narrative and out of narrative)

there's a fine balance to strike here. on one end of things, you risk yes-manning so hard that the party quickly becomes a problem solving engine with a single striking surface. on the other end of the things, you risk being The Chaotic Neutral Guy

the space in the middle there represents the characters that people often want to regularly interact with, but rarely want to play. the sort of character who isn't actively disruptive, but raises a lot of red flags when they suddenly show enthusiastic agreement for what you're doing. the kind of character you almost need a diminished sense of discomfort to play without getting in your own feelings about

I adore playing characters who are catered to find plot hooks in other players' characters and tug them just enough to pull them to the surface

most parties have characters who disagree on things that aren't easily resolved. that's always fun, but (because people courteously tend to avoid conflict) it's very rare for those conflicts to come up without GM prompting, and "create productive conflict between two characters without leaving out the rest of the characters or starting a fight between players" is often an equally uncomfortable situation for a GM

lots of fun directions to take it!

have an arc that would benefit from a character taking charge but their player doesn't feel comfortable just Doing That? it helps to have someone else try to take charge who obviously should not be allowed, just to get everyone behind the alternative

have someone with a pure heart who doesn't really get to show that in a party of players who don't want to be mean? maybe someone who's a little more morally-compromised could give them a window for explaining what they actually believe

have a character who's part of some mysterious cult that nobody else is going to find the time to look into? the party could benefit from having a nosy character to justify cracking open that backstory

GM needs to fuck something up to remind the party of how dangerous things are? why not add to the mood by showing what your often-cold character looks like when something manages to actually upset them

[WARNING: DOING ANY OF THIS WALKS THE PRECARIOUSLY THIN LINE BETWEEN BEING COMPELLING AND BEING ANNOYING]

observant readers (well, those who have followed for a while) might have noticed I periodically go on rants about the much-maligned "evil character in a good party" and how both sides of the argument represent a communication and courtesy breakdown. that also very much ties into this sort of thing. I won't go over Tolerable Villainy 101 again, but you get the idea

distilled, I like playing the sort of thoroughly worldly bastards who often end up important in their own right, but mostly on accident, by virtue of being important to what makes other characters compelling

[kinkmom]

Have you ever ranked the strilondes by how weird you think they would be? Like based on canon, how likely they are to go for incest. I feel like it would be Dirk >> Dave > Rose >> Roxy. Alpha/beta components also fall mostly into this line, but rose's mom would be right after Bro.

I have put a lot of thought into my ranking. If you're curious about justification I can absolutely explain my thoughts.

Okay top-tier ask. I'll have to admit that the last time I've actually read read Homestuck is close to 10 years ago, The Council and I are reading it right now but haven't even gotten to Dirk yet, so my actual grasp of canon text is loose at best. I'm disregarding the Epilogues and stuff onwards, even though they give especially Dirk a lot more incest flavoured inclinations. I'm also interpreting "going for" as in willingness to actually engage in incest. That said...

My order is Dirk >> Rose >> Dave >> Roxy, so the middle gets flipped around in comparison to yours. I'd be very interested in hearing your reasonings and why we think Rose and Dave should switch places!

Dirk hasn't grown up in a society nor around other people, so I don't think he has any personal moral qualms over incest. He'd mostly keep up appearances. I think he's the type to run the logical route of "Dave and I didn't grow up together, are the same age, have no power imbalance, are immortal gods(!) nor can have kids, so it's definitely OK!"

Rose is personality-wise very close to Dirk, she's intrigued by the grotesque and likes to break rules for the hell of it. I'd pen her as a gothic romance horror enjoyer and we know what that genre is full of. If Dave wasn't such a chicken they would have definitely fucked on the meteor. I'm convinced that all she needed was Dave's honest consent.

Dave is Dave, our freudian king. Look, he desires incest, but is too weak to act on that desire. He backpedals immediately when Rose tries to flirt with him when he knows they're related. Roxy is his hot mom. He complains about a sistertrap.

Roxy is relatively normal compared to the rest of the family and even though her situation is the same as Dirk's, I think she's the one actually joking when she comes across as flirty. Though she is also very attached to the idea of her mom... Getting her drunk would ease her up.

For the guardians I think it's Bro >> Mom >> A!Rose >> A!Dave,

Bro is... (gestures at all...that) self-explanatory, I think. Eccentric and bad at boundaries.

Mom is an overly affectionate wine mom, also bad at boundaries and doesn't seem to know what's appropriate.

Alpha Rose, well, we don't know much about her but I'd think she still has the same, rebellious personality and a problem with alcohol, so she could be impulsive.

Alpha Dave, same thing, we don't really know him. What comes to interpretation, I know I write and draw him very unapologetic and predatory, but I actually think he's just as much a repressed weenie as regular Dave is, if not even more.

[solidaritygaming-fanblog]

ive seen so many tommyinnit x empires things that I kinda need an au where like,,, everyone else is like "wow looks at this angsty teen,,, guess he's my responsibility" EXCEPT jimmy

cause jimmys said himself on vids/streams that he's kinda lame (like jokingly ofc) and the way he hypes himself up is similar to Tommy sometimes??

so everyone I showing Tommy around their empire and being like " u should stay we" while Jimmy's like "whatssup bud? nice to meet u Ur cool :)" and leaves him be (bc he thinks Tommy won't like him/will think he's lame)

and Tommy DOES think he's lame and decides to stay w Jimmy most of the time bc obvs this man can't look after himself and needs help (jimmy thinks Tommy is just visiting and is low-key oblivious to the fact that Tommy is acc staying w him) like reverse accidental adoption

just Jimmy telling Tommy random stories and being like "remember salmon are the enemy" and Tommy rolling. his eyes but being 100% there to back Jimmy up

specific to S1 I want Lizzie to pop bye and be like "I became an aunt??? or gained a brother kind of" and for Jimmy to be like "??? no???" and maybe that leads to angst 👀👀 orrr and funny thing where Tommy also vehemently denyies it while being attached to Jimmy's side, making his own cod hat (not the codfathers helm obviously but still) and at one point using Jimmy's tail as a blanket/hiding behind it and hissing at the salmon lovers when they come bye

maybe the only other person he likes is Scott (bc they've played in other smps together and also that one flower husbands + Tommy venn diagram lol) and Scott tries to convince Tommy to help him court Jimmy

and Tommy does help Scott but also messes w him bc hes the kinda guy tj think that uppity wlvesaube need to be brought down a peg. so yeah Scott can go on a date w Jimmy but the food is gonna be spicy as hell (I imagine elvish food being warm/flavourful but not spicy Vs coddish food that has a wide variety of spice + Jimmy saying on stream that he can handle spicy food)

just,,,,, them

mostly inspired by me seeing Tommy and Jimmy interact at the premier tbh

- rubber duck anon

banger idea. Make it canon. Bro I'm starving I NEED more nook brothers content (I made one of my friends a paper TommyInnit and he sat next to my paper Jimmy for about a month before I could meet them and hand it over. They are now forever linked and I need to make another tommy so his brother isn't alone)

Also this works for. Either season of Empires. Which I incredibly adore

[changelingsandothernonsense]

I'm curious, what are Josh's preferred alcoholic drinks? Would he like to rank them?

Helloo! Josh most certainly has a ranking system and very strong opinions on what can be found in both Morrowind and Skyrim (and may have committed crimes as a result of disliking a particular type of mead). So without further ado.

Best of the Worst- Smashing Edition!

You want my opinion on liquor? Mate, no one asks me my opinion on liquor... I mean I have opinions on drinks... a lot of opinions on drinks it's just I got told I was being a dick about it so I...

No you know what, fuck it! Here's my top an bottom fives.

5. Best- Shein

I'll be honest, I find Shein to be mid as far as drinks go. Then again, I'm pretty sure I prefer something with a flavour profile that can be described as "Dwemeri Oil" because I can't taste shit so take my opinion with a grain of salt. Shein skews a little bitter an sour if I remember rightly an it's not overly strong. It's 'ight in a pinch, yeah? But I wouldn't order it if there was other stuff on the menu.

5. Worst- Ancient Dagoth Brandy

Look, this shit's been sitting in a blight infested hole for the last five thousand years. You can believe Neloth an that fucking Ash Vampire all you want about how "developed" the vintage is but I'm always gonna come back to how it makes me feel like fucking shit! I don't drink to feel like shit, I drink to not feel like shit. So it's shit!

4. Best- Flin

I'm partial to the odd import from the heartland an Flin's one of them. It's a whisky that appeals more to Dunmeri pallets than that of Imperials but because of the old tariffs it's expensive as all fuck! If you can get your hands on it, it's worth the buzz. I can't really speak for anything produced now but when I was younger an could still taste shit it had a smooth, smokey flavour. Doesn't wack out your head so much either. 4. Worst- Greef

An your Morrowind equivalent... if you can really make a comparison. I was never a fan of anything that was comberry forward and greef is like you got a bush of the shit an threw it in a wet barrel for six years an... actually I think that's just how you make it. Point is that I started drinking it when I was like 15 coz it's cheap as all fuck. I don't know how that equates to how men age but it's like early adolescenceish. Anyway, point is I drank so much of the stuff that I was spewing for the whole next fucking day. Shit gives me a headache almost immediately these days. I'll drink it only if I'm desperate.

3. Best- Wine, just wine!

It's hard for me to find shit I like in Skyrim and Cyrodiil. Mostly because they keep insisting on mixing everything that isn't mead with milk an that's a fucking disaster waiting to happen! My go to in the lands of men is wine. It gets me sloshed an goes down well enough. I've noticed Nords like jazbay grapes but I've always found they turn shit a little... weird? I don't know how to explain it. Usually i'll order an imported wine to avoid the addition of that ingredient. Get's me nice an drunk relatively quick so that's a good enough reason for it to be here. 3. Worst- Emberbrand Wine

This isn't because it's bad, necessarily, quite the contrary if I'm honest. Like sure there's that jazbay weird going on but um... This is on my shit list because it's a bit too potent, if you know what I mean? Like I shouldn't get two cups in an start feeling an urge to commit arson, yeah?

Give it a skip if you like sleeping in your own bed.

2. Best- Sujamma

There's a reason sujamma is a popular drink back home an that's because it does a few key things- One it fucks you up well an good an two it makes you feel like you're on top of the world. Sure it fucks with your magicka but who the fuck cares when everyone sounds less fucking annoying an you feel like you could mount a wild Alit. Um... don't try that.

Geldis makes a pretty fantastic version of it. Pretty much every clan has their own recipe, so sujamma from Blacklight tastes different from what you'll find in Narsis. Regardless, it's always a treat.

2. Worst- Honeybrew Mead

Look, I just don't fucking like mead, okay? It's weak as all shit an I need like half a keg to get the same buzz I'd get after a few glasses of sujamma. That means I'm spending too much money to get my hit, an if you know me you'll know I hate having to spend fucking money! I hear that mer generally don't like honey wine an I'm no exception. Maybe I'd feel different if I could still taste sweet things but considering I pretty much choose what I drink based on mouthfeel an how quickly any beverage can get me sloshed mead just comes up short every time. At least honeybrew doesn't remind me of warm piss which is like the worst crime you can commit in my opinion. I'd still choose this over my worst option...

Best- Matze

What isn't there to like about matze? It's a smooth drink that goes down easily an can be infused with whatever the fuck you want. It's a type of saltrice wine that some westerners compare to beer but like it's not any sort of beer I've tried. Beer tastes like piss, this doesn't. My favourite is a brew infused with jasmine flower an strained until the liquid's clear. You pair that with like some choice grapes and a steaming bath an a good book an you got yourself an evening. Matze, like sujamma is cheap as all fuck an each region back home has their own version of it. It's potent enough that you don't need much to make you feel like you're on top of the world an it's cheap enough that you can supply a whole group of idiots to join you on that alit mounting adventure I mentioned earlier. Still don't recommend trying to mount an alit though. What Erra's good at is not the kind of shit I'm good at, and probably not what you're good at either.

You want to know the quickest way into my bed, buy me a round of this. 1. Worst- Black Briar Mead

I don't want this, I don't know anyone who fucking wants this! If you want this I seriously have to fucking question your taste in literally everything! Not even Sydari likes it an she's the whole reason this shit's flooded every inn in fucking Skyrim! Look, Miluth likes gold more than liquor an I like liquor more than I like breathing so... you know. I remember when she dragged me to the brewery there whilst doing an inspection for the Guild and left me on a "Tasting Tour". That was mistake number one. I've always been really um...vocal to her about my dislike of Nordic swill but I didn't think anything could be as fucking bad as what's in this shitty blue bottle right here! I tasted enough varieties to tell you that I was still sober after an hour an I was fucking livid about it. Then I was given this reserve an I was beside myself! I seriously thought I was being fed piss. So I thought I would do a bit of an experiment, yeah? I pissed in an empty bottle coz even if you're not getting sloshed this shit still goes right through you an I just placed it back into the shelf. I never intended for the guide to pull it straight from the shelf an feed it to the fucking brew master who was possibly the most miserable looking s'wit I've ever met! I'd never laughed so hard in my life! Anyway I'm not allowed back in there an if you ever feed me this shit I'll do the same to you!

[morningstargirl666]

What are the small character head canons you have? I love the life you breathe into TBBW and I think alot of that comes from both your incredible skill at character writing, and just writing in general, but also the small notes of mundanity you add. I just adore it!

Omg there are so many. How much time do you have? Hehehe

[rubs hands together]

What the hell, let's do it. In fact, I'll break it down by characters:

[long ass character head canons under the cut]

Klaus: Sleeps with a knife under his pillow. In fact, me and @stars-and-darkness have had many conversations about the various knives he keeps on his person, being the paranoid bastard he is. Also just as control freak-coded as Caroline. Breaks his fingers as a nervous tick, left over from his time under the Curse of the Five and the whoppingly high pain tolerance he has, thanks to his werewolf side. Doesn't have a favourite blood type because he's a whore---unless the blood of his enemies counts.

Caroline: Worries her lip when anxious, or pushes her hair behind her ear, because she's used to it down but it's not straight like Elena's, and often gets in her eyes. Probably spent an entire week working out the best way to brew blood and coffee together. Canonically eats a lot to curve the worst of the bloodlust cravings and loves good food, regardless of the effect it has on her waist. Has all her college options colour coded and alphebetised---probably her pro and con list for dating Klaus too. Favourite blood type is B+

Sam: Pain tolerance is higher than Nik's, and that's no easy feat, mostly due to learning to turn so young (but also because werewolves have an insane tolerance to pain, thanks to their bodies deciding to rewrite their very cells for funsies once every month). Acts all innocent and angelic, when in reality, he's just as feral as the rest of them. Runs his hand through his hair when he's stressed or tired---it's a complete mess most of the time, and Kiera has long since given up trying to tame the unruly bird's nest. Is in love with an artist and brother to another, but knows fuck all about art. Has a passion for music though, and can play the guitar. Favourite blood type is O-.

Kol: Clumsy as fuck. Sleeps like the dead. Snores like a freight train. Will sleep with anything that has two legs; has probably been to an orgy or two. Or five (honestly, he's lost count). Also has a sense of wanderlust that exceeds that of his siblings---he's curious, and an explorer, both of magic and the world. Loves fire. Loves gasoline even more. Laughs to hide real pain. Favourite blood type is AB- (the rarest of them all).

Rebekah: Because she still dreams of finding the love of her life, and mourns the motherhood she could have had, you'd think Rebekah would be the stereotype of a fragile woman who needs a man to save her. In reality, her brothers are scared to spar with her because she's probably taken their eye out more than once, and fights dirtier than them all combined, in order to get the upper hand on boys much older and stronger than her. Her temper rivals that of Klaus, she's a fitful sleeper who rolls around like a starfish and is prone to kicking anyone near, and a completely spoiled princess. Because as well as being scared of her, her brothers also can't say no to her. Comes with the youngest sibling territory. Of the same thread, can not cook to save her life. Would probably burn water. Haven't really thought about her preferred blood type yet, but probably A+? Because her and Caroline are the same in many aspects, just different flavours.

Kiera: Badass motherfucker. Origin of the meme, call an ambulance but not for me. Is as infamous as The Originals in supernatural circles, mostly because she was the one the Originals called if they wanted someone dead. Very much a sireling of Klaus' bloodline. Also just a babygirl tho. Loves pretty, sparkly things (yess I'm keeping with the crow motif sue me), and once got Sam a dog toy as gag gift for christmas. It lives dog-eared and religiously chewed every full moon on their sofa. Loves abstract art, prefers painting to sketching unlike Klaus who's the opposite, and ain't too shabby at pottery and sculpture either. Would have had a fling with Rebekah if the siblings didn't have a rule about sleeping with each other's ex's after the whole Mary Porter incident. Can drink most men under the table. Constantly 100% done with the Mikaelsons and their bullshit, and would not feel out of place on an episode of The Office. Doesn't have a preferred blood type, but does like her blood warm rather than cold.

Elijah: Diagnosed with eldest daughter syndrome because big bro was too busy seeking mummy and daddy's approval to actually look after the younger kids, and, well---someone had to stop Kol face-planting into the fire because he liked the flames so much and was trying to catch them. Of this same thread, Elijah loves to cook. You'll probably find him in the kitchen, humming away chopping vegetables while some cooking show plays in the background. Probably accidentally invented pasta or some shit. Wars have raged for his baked goods, as well as lead to a few daggering incidents. Also a complete snob. In fact, snobby enough to wear $9000 suits on the daily and steals Rebekah's fashion catologues to critique the new trends. Secretly here for all the goss, but would die before he admitted it. Keeps himself respectable and polished ALL the time, adjusting his cufflinks or fixing his tie as nervous ticks because he 'accidentally' chomped a little too hard on his first love and may have got covered in her blood one time. After he very horribly killed and ate her. Very traumatic for him, you understand. ANYWAY---

Lycaon: Pretends to be the only fucking normal person in this family. He's not. He's so dramatic he chased Mikael across the seven corners of the earth---across literal oceans---accidentally starting a blood feud and consequential war between species all because he lost the kids in the custody battle. He likes to make wood carvings to keep his hands busy and mind occupied (no doubt where Klaus gets his creative streak), as well as to starve off the trauma of watching your entire pack get murdered in front of you. Also a health junkie and helicopter mom, tries not to drink in front of the kids but is going to down a whole bottle by the end of the night. Probably should be on some serious anxiety meds because this is his third breakdown of the week and he's starting to feel murderous again. There is nothing normal about this man.

Stefan: An absolute car nerd! Would be a mechanic in another life, often found smelling of engine oil with smudges on his face and fingers. Secretly fangirled over Klaus' 1920s bentley but never said it to his face out of spite. Would cry over killing a fly. Likes to brood and be dramatic, which is probably why Klaus liked him so much. Also has a penchant of brutally murdering people when he goes on a bender, which you know, probably endeared him to Klaus even more. Likes all the O blood types because they're common, and he's too busy tearing necks to notice and savour the taste anyways, despite Klaus and Rebekah's efforts to teach him (he's unteachable, they tried).