#if its not my circus or monkeys then i care very much. if it is my circus and monkeys then its basically not my problem

[moonstandardtime]

the world is so beautiful when you dont care. unfortunately i need to. unless its something important in which case i dont

[luimagines]

Hi Pinky! So like, I had a thought. (Dangerous, I know.)

What if the Chain gets to a town and the townsfolk are just BEGGING this group of obviously well trained warriors to help them in their plight. They’re willing to pay upfront and they tell tales of a wicked beast that dwells in a cave nearby that torments them and has for several years! They beg the Chain to slay the beast and free them from its evil spirit.

Naturally, the Chain investigate.

After a journey, they arrive at the cave… which at first glance is full of treasure! Sweet! But as they continue to investigate, there’s no sign of this beast. But it seems an area of the cave has been made to resemble a home. A bunch of cloth has been piled up in the shape of a bed, a tree stump (looks like it was legit pulled out of the ground) was placed like a table nearby, and wooden boards against the wall were made to resemble cabinets. They were empty. More of the cave had the crude decor, it was like an imitation of sorts.

Anyway, as they’re investigating, they hear something approaching! So they hide and wait for whatever it is to show itself. Turns out, this ‘beast’ is nothing more than a girl (or boy. Or gn. Idk. I’m a girl so I project) maybe in her late teens or early twenties. However, it was clear she wasn’t quite… Hylian. Her skin was a pale gray. She had horns protruding from both sides of her head, and instead of hands and feet, she had claws/talons. And when she opened her mouth, she had rows of razor sharp teeth.

“I’m home~” She said in a singsong voice as she pulled a brand new gem from her bag and placed it with her other treasures. She then proceeds to throw a bloodied fish onto the table and dance around her home without a care in the world.

The details get fuzzy at this point because I’m unsure exactly how the Chain respond. But the gist is either they show themselves or the girl finds them. She then proceeds to get very scared and cowers. This eventually turns into the Chain questioning her and they find out the townsfolk weren’t truthful. Turns out, she has only ever set foot into the town once… and was chased out with torches and pitchforks. And they often come by when she’s away and trashes her home and takes her belongings.

She tried to mimic the Hylian homes she’s seen, so that’s why the decor of the cave was the way that it was. She wasn’t entirely sure what it was all for, but she wanted to be like them. She knew the people in the town slept in beds and put food on a table, so she adopted the habits.

She likes shiny things! So that’s why she has so much treasure. She goes out on treasure hunting trips and finds anything shiny. She has never stolen her shiny treasures. She actually finds ruins and similar places to dig and find what she wants.

This is also where details get fuzzy. Idk if the idea will ever continue in my mind because I’m honestly unsure of what happens. I kinda think some of the Chain (Time) is like “not our circus not our monkeys” because she’s not actually doing anyone any harm. But the other half of the Chain is like “We can’t just leave her and met the townsfolk continue to torment her!” Again though, details are fuzzy and I’m unsure of how to continue.

Hope you have enjoyed this little idea I had. Feel free to comment on it or add your own spin to it. This goes for you and everyone else who sees this.

For the longest time, I thought I already responded to this. Oof- my sickness was deep-

Poor Reader, they were just trying to fit in with the people and instead they were run out of town and attacked.

I think it would make more sense if Reader finds them first. they have no reason to show themselves to the "threat" especially if said threat doesn't know they're there yet. It's a learning opportunity to see what they do and what they've been doing in the comfort of their own home.

If Reader found them on their own, it cold lead to more angst and more opportunity to open up the dialogue for the viewer (I can't really call y'all Reader here, can I?) to learn more about the current world and circumstances. Use for exposition purposes.

I wonder why Reader was trying to copy the people so bad though? Where did Reader come from?

Furthermore, I think maybe the next point of what to do next would lend itself nicely to having Reader join them in their adventures. It's the perfect middle ground to the whole "not our circus, not our monkeys" thing you mentioned while also giving Reader an opportunity to escape the harrassment from the townsfolk.

Granted, I'm not entirely sure where to take it from this point as well. But maybe the community can come up with something. XD

[sea-salted-wolverine]

No one should ever go to Kasilof. It is a terrible place with terrible weather and overflowing porta potties and overstuffed dumpsters with child snatching and dogfighting and some crazy guy swinging a sword that got shot by the cops. Awful stuff really. Best avoided. Just not worth the bother.

That was the gist of the news stories leading up to the kasilof sockeye runs this year it was no issue at all to find a camping spot and it wasn't nearly as crowded so I totally agree with the mainstream media on this one. It's a den of vice and iniquity. Stay away. The rent lowering gunshots clipped a reporter.

So this year we went down with a largish caravan of 4 family's worth of people and junk and a limit of 170 fish to catch. We're soo good at planning and logistics that this went off with no hitch and no arguments (lying). Since we also had a very pregnant lady and excited 2 year old who would not be fishing but were still counted towards the limit we planned on being there for a while, at least 3 days if not more. We also had the damn dog.

So at least I was planning on a few days of chill fishing and a long slog. My brother in law left an hour or so early with his girlfriend and had one job, to find us a good spot to descend upon and set up our camp. They did not do this. One job. The fishing was hot so they didn't even really bother to park, we pulled up on his truck kinda packed off to the side of the road and he was down in the water with a pile of fish on the beach because he didn't even have a cooler ready.

So by the time we bitched him out, found a campsite, set up camp and squared everything away, it was approaching midnight. This is normal, you fish the tides as they come and its not like it gets dark so wandering the beach all night long is expected so long as you're considerate of those trying to sleep.

But then.

My Sunshineman brought his boat. I knew he brought his boat, I was in fact the one arguing that he needed to do things like park and set up camp rather than do exactly what his brother did and throw himself into the river as soon as he saw fish coming in, while neglecting those little things like, food and sleep. But since we were done setting up, he wanted to go fishing from his boat. At midnight.

I had been up early that morning to do terrible things in the bilge of a different, much larger boat that resulted in fun colored bruises on my ribs and sore shoulders, so I wasn't particularly feeling the vibe on this one. I helped launch the boat and then bowed out to go pass out in a pile of blankies in the sand.

In the time it took two set up camp and launch the boat Adak, the dog, managed to get into a fight and have his face ripped up. He is huge and he is stupid but he doesn't take shit but he was on leash while the other dog was running loose, so the impulse was to pull him back, if he had been left to his own we probably would have gotten away with out anyone getting bit.

He's fine and chicks dig scars but its indicative that I had no idea this happened 25 yards away from me until adak came up to me and smeared his face all over my pants. My pants already had engine grease, bilge slime, grass stains, fish guts, coffee, mud, sand and a few baby boogers on them so what's a little dog blood too?

So yea, not my circus, not my monkeys, in tent, pants off, pjs on, cozy bitch in the blankies, out like a light, nothing better than sleeping on the beach.

Except for the fact that your husband wakes you up at 2 AM asking for help.

I'm convinced he kept it vague on purpose.

I'm up. I'm out of the tent. I'm still in my pj's. I have my drysuit on over top. My waders have a hole in them. It is, I cannot stress this enough, 2 AM.

The boat is a 16 foot mil surplus zodiac with a 40 horse Johnson, if you care about that sort of thing. It gets nice comments from people who do care. We usually run one person to drive, 2 to work the nets, and one optional person to handle fish as they come in. Sunshine went out with our 2 friends who AFAIK crawled off the boat and directly into bed after 2 solid hours of midnight deathmatch fishing, because I watched them stumble out of the boat and didn't see them again until breakfast. The boat was entirely full of fish. THEY CAUGHT 49 FISH IN LESS THAN 2 HOURS. Kasilof reds are usually smaller than Kenai reds but there must have been a secondary run because half were the average 6 or 7 pound fish and the rest were something like 10 lbs each.

At some point sunshine must have woken up his brother because he materialized from somewhere and we got the fish out of the boat into a cooler so we could drag them up to clean them. Then came the thing that we're all still more than a smidge irritated about. Sunshine went back out in the boat, by himself, to go get more fish while BIL and I cleaned the ones he had just brought back. We couldn't even yell at him because a good chunk of the beach was asleep.

So at about 4 am the sky has decided to shift from twilight to morning and I am sitting on a cooler of gutted fish in a superbly uncomfortable drysuit having a moment of perfect communication with the bald eagle sitting on the light pole at the end of the dock. We would both enjoy breakfast, preferably of fish. But it is four fucking am in the morning. And we should both be alseep. Breakfast is not a meal best enjoyed at 4 am. A nap sounds best.

Sunshine comes back with 3 more fish. I honestly do not remember what happened to those fish. Either I gutted them or he gutted them or maybe they got raptured into fishy heaven, (which looks suspiciously like the inside of a cooler) I legitimately do not know, because I think my REM cycle was starting up again.

I get a hand to haul the cooler back to camp. I peel out of the dry suit and was asleep back in my cozy sleeping bag blanket pile before Sunshine even made it to the tent.

At something like, idk, 6am, someone started splitting wood. loudly. I was awake enough to identify that it was near, and probably not a problem and I distinctly remember making the semi conscious decision to sleep through it. At about this point my phone died and for the rest of this trip I had no idea what time it was. I intended to take pictures and document things and whatnot and that just did not happen. The phone stayed dead and my hands stayed busy.

I woke up last, presumably because the demon that compels my mother-in-law to get up at 5 AM every morning had already woken everyone up with the wood splitting. She was toasting breakfast burritos, and it wasn't as if I had slept through the whole morning because I wasn't even the last to get a burrito.

My FIL made a joke that at least one of us got a full 8 hours and BIL earned back all his brownie points by jumping in to defend me unprompted. She was indeed up at ungodly hours playing with knives and dead fish. How dare you impune her honor simply because she looks so dewy fresh after sleeping in the dirt?

I did at least get the chance to put a net in the water from the beach but we were limited out by 1pm. That's enough fish fast enough that we were dumping out food and drinks coolers because we planned on freeing up space as we went. So I had our camp that we had intended to stay in for as long as a week broken down and hundreds of pounds of fish gutted and iced in a few hours. While drinking, because we had several days worth of food and drinks and beers that had been displaced by fish. The solstice vodka lemonade from matanuska brewing is great btw.

We had planned to overlap the end of our trip with the beginning of my mom and sister coming down so we could fish together, so I called mom as were were leaving the beach. From Sunshineman's phone of course, mine being dead at the bottom of a bag somewhere. As the current time was something like 16 hours from when we arrived, she assumed I forgot something or was just calling to tell her about the nice weather, or terrible weather, or confirming the news report's porta potty horror story. She didn't expect us to pull in a years worth of food in a single tide cycle.

So we get home without incident, and get to cleaning and fileting and packing and labeling at, some, late, evening time, maybe? I'm time blind on a good day and if I had a watch it would be covered in fish slime.

So yeah, this year's fish camp was condensed into a single solid slug of dense firey whatthefuckFISHfishFISHcleanpackgutgohome. Niece creature didn't want to change our of pj's so she wore the same outfit for her entire trip which is spectacular from a laundry standpoint because a toddler given free reign to a muddy fishy beach goes about as well as expected. She had a ball and then napped through almost the entire cleaning and packing process when we got home, which is what I wanted to do but instead I fileted triple digits worth of fish.

Mom went down later for the weekend and she got rained on for 3 days and caught 7 fish and a flounder. We caught the hot run and came home with fish but at what cost?

[factual-fantasy]

28 Asks! Wahoo! :DDD

(Post in question)

XD I'm glad you like him! This makes me want to make some lore for the little critter. Some of the other imps and cats have lore, so Armpit should too!.... Starting with giving him a proper name <XDD

(Video in ask)

Oooo pretty song! Though I'm not sure what they'd think.. :0 They might just enjoy it in general and not have much thought afterwards <XD

Google seems to say that that's a scary game, I'm sure they'd be too scared to play <XD

I feel like what it would take for Bonnie to yell at someone is if they were yelling at him. But even so.. I just don't know if that's how Bonnie is..

Like if say, Monty was really barking at Bonnie for how he's behaving and just shoving everything in his face. I'd like to think that Bonnie would eventually blow and yell back something like "I DON'T CARE" or "YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IM GOING THROUGH".. Buuuutt at the same time.. Bonnie is mellow and kind by nature.

Seeing Monty yelling.. he might just shut down even more. He's so tired. He's tired of everything. And now Monty's yelling about something and its all just.. so exhausting. It might be easier for Bonnie to just stand there and not say anything and wait for Monty to get it all out of his system and then leave. Fighting back is just gonna make Monty yell more and cause more drama. Bonnie would give up in an argument pretty quickly and just stand there until the other person is done yelling.

And what's Monty gonna do? Push Bonnie around? Bonnie is way heavier and stronger than him. Pushing him/encouraging Bonnie to get physical is just gonna result in Monty flailing about and Bonnie standing stiff as brick.

I've never seen that movie(..?) before so I cant really say.. But judging by Google images, it looks really cool! And it has a lot of cats in it XD

I remember them! What a whacky cast of characters :00 My favorite is probably the Monkey XDD

I've never watched any of the Ghibli movies although I really should 💔

Now considering all the stuff I've heard/seen about those movies.. the food looks delicious, and the lands seem peaceful..?? They all might camp out for a while in one of those worlds and just bask in the peace and quiet.. 😌

XDD Hey I see that digital circus reference!

Although they didn't have any rides like that fortunately, and STAFF bots didn't exist when Foxy was still in service. If a kid had an accident of some kind, whether it be an injury or a uh. "Spill".. It was probably Foxy's job to alert an employee and they'd come in and clean up the mess and/or whisk the injured child away so Foxy could go back to work.

If you go to my blogs post search and type in "super mario bros", you should find 99% of all my Mario artwork!

If you have any trouble finding it don't be afraid to send another ask- idk if ur on mobile or PC it might be different <XD

Seam could have known how to do that perhaps..? But his powers were never meant to hurt people. Seam was the court Magician. He would just use his powers to put on these beautiful displays and show off these bizarre tricks and shows. (Usually along side Jevil to add extra flare and humor to his performances)

Although... technically you could say that he did use his magic to harm once. I don't know if it counts as a hex.? But he did lock Jevil away in a magical cell made of his own magic... does that count? :0

Yeah that was the intention. Seam, that Older imp and the two cat ladies worked under the King directly. So they wore these beautiful robes and headdress things to show their status. Jevil was the court jester so he just wore a jester outfit.

If Jevil had any other role he'd probably be dressed all fancy just like them. :0

Yeah <:( for a lot of reasons.

For many years talking has hurt Seams mouth and face, obviously- So he's resorted to mumbling and talking very quietly. After years and years of doing that his voice cant be great. When the stiches were removed I can imagine him raising his voice and it just sends him into a horrible coughing fit. Plus those holes in his mouth are still there, and they cant feel great to be stretched around..

I can see him struggling to make certain sounds. Like the word "cheese". He'd probably cut off half way cuz the holes were stretched and it felt like a punch to the lip. :'(

That's a good question... I think at least for now, Seam just wants to cover it up.

Underneath that wrap.. his face is pretty messed up. Its not just his eye.. I imagine that the eye hole also didn't heal great so I don't know if they could even put in an artificial eye. It might hurt Seam or make his face really sore.. Plus after the eye was in, he'd just want to cover it up with a bandage anyways..

So for now, he just covers his face and doesn't touch the wound. And I don't think he'll have the courage to mess with it anytime soon... :((

I have not :/ But I have seen ads for it EVERYWHERE. So I am aware of its existence. XDD

I've never heard of that game no.. but Googling it, I can say that I love the art style! :D

Awe,, Thank you so much!! :DD

Possibly! :000

Aww.... nah that would destroy anybody.

I mean if they absolutely had to for some reason, like they could never return to the surface because if they did they would die.. They would survive underwater for a while. But then eventually they'd run out of supplies and they'd starve or the octopod would stop functioning after a while..

Also MAN they would all be ruined mentally. Never being able to see their families again. Never being able to feel the sun on your skin or breathe in fresh air. Being stuck underwater for the rest of their lives would destroy all of the Octonauts. Save for possibly Inkling, but even then being trapped down there and all your friends are miserable would wear on Inkling too..

Maybe not the whole playground. But I can easily see Christmas/holiday themed decorations being hung up around the Daycare :)

Hmm.. I hadn't planned/thought about something like that... But that's a really cool idea! Perhaps at one point they were pursued through dimensions :0 Terrifying!

@kiyuktuk

Which "Wapeach" are you referring to? If you're talking about the ship of them, Mmmm nahh,, I don't think they'll ever be a thing..

Are you referring to "Wapeach" as in the peach wearing that purple outfit with the long purple boots? If so I don't know what to make of that <XD

Judging by Google images.. they'd see the desert wasteland, turn right around and jump through another mirror. <XD They need to find food man!

(Post in question)

Bad Endogeny! No! Don't stab people's legs! >:(

Never heard the song before, but I'm sure Jangles would be up for it! XD

XDD 1 Jangles is powerful enough, the world cant handle 2-

@beryl-shade

Jangles would be in awe of his idols. Sans and Papyrus would probably be wondering why this 3ft(??) tall plastic Halloween skeleton decoration is alive and talking XDD

@octonauts16 (Post in question)

Oh! No no, Cici is Bibi's little sister. I don't think I'll be making him a girlfriend any time soon <XD

I'm cautiously excited. I always love to see more FNAF but I'm worried that they might twist the lore even further and make things even more confusing... <XDD

[sgiandubh]

Pecunia non olet

When the Roman emperor Vespasian reinstated Nero's very unpopular tax on the distribution of urinals' waste, sometime around 70 AD, his son and heir, Titus, complained about it, thinking it was vile and disingenuous. Vespasian shoved a golden coin under his nose and asked the young fool if he still felt offended about it. Pecunia non olet - money doesn't smell, son. This very gold comes from, well, urine. Live with it.

I once comforted a whole orphanage, in Moulmein, Burma, for three weeks, with about 500 well-spent US dollars, at the local bazaar and shops. From rice to fruits to the strange, exuberant vegetables of the Tropics, meat and eggs and chocolate, and for good measure, aspirin, band-aid, antiseptic wipes, notebooks, pencils, socks, shoes, Tshirts, skirts and trousers. Filled three rickshaws with all the boxes and bags and went for it. The St Joseph orphanage was run by five formidable Anglo-Indian nuns, who took care of about 40 children, aged 5 to 16, whose parents died in the horrendous floods that followed the Nargis cyclone, in 2008. They had nothing. When they asked me who I was, I honestly told them it did not matter. Non nobis, Domine, non nobis.

Make no mistake. I am not a saint. I smoke like a chimney and swear like a drunken sailor and sometimes have to professionally, elegantly lie, because such is the nature of my job. I am cynical and short-tempered and yes, less impatient now than at 20. That day in Moulmein will always shine bright in my mind and in my heart for its absurd joy. And also for the feeling the real generosity was not mine, that day, but theirs.

Last week-end, about 200 women I would probably find perfectly insufferable paid from 2000 to 5000 US dollars each, to meet and greet and fawn and take #silly pictures with three guys who happen to be part of the cast of a certain TV series. With only one of them, in reality, but let's not trouble the waters. Apparently, they had a good time. I am not sure about the guy: he's not exactly the Svengali type. I very much doubt that this event will go down in history. It was as good as it gets, with the people it could attract. Entitled? Maybe. Sad? A bit, if you ask me. But above and beyond all of this, it was transactional. I pay, you drop by. I pay, you take a pic and smile. I pay, I ask a stupid question. I pay, we have a dram. For our mutual benefit.

I have no idea if these people maxed out their credit cards to be there. In theory, this is all about disposable income, cash that can and will be well... disposed of, somehow, whether it's a horrendous pair of mauve shoes or the last gadget or hey, a meet and greet. If I were Marie Kondo, I'd even dare say that parting with cash brought them joy.

Can we compare the two moments? Of course not. But both of them are the result of a (hopefully fully aware) choice.

It's been a long while I also chose to never set foot in such places, for such things. Not my circus, not my monkeys.

Stating the opposite is pure hypocrisy and pearl-clutching.

Sunset on the Salween River. Moulmein. Burma. August 2010. Taken by me.

[radiohusbandaskblog]

How would you describe the relationship your friends (and your lover) have with eachother?

It would depend on which friends we're talking about. Me and Vox have a very established and communicative relationship, we know exactly how to help eachother and respect eachothers boundaries. We're husbands so it makes sense. We're rather healthy.

Me and Velvette get along and sometimes I help out with modelling and giving her inputs on other types of fashion from certain time eras just as an act of helping out and helping her expand her overlordly fashion lines, of course. I view her like a sibling at times.

Me and Valentino don't exactly see eye to eye and its no lie that he loves to frequent and attempt to flirt with me. However I don't like it and I've expressed that, but I've learnt to accept and know I can't really change much of his department. I believe he has a lingering crush on Vox however he knows not to step into already owned territory. I suppose I view him as just a old bug on the wall, however that doesn't mean I wouldn't care for the bug.

Me and Rosie are fabulous pals. I view her like a blood relative. She's the sweetest belle ever, a charmer too. Her drawings and recent captures of fresh territory are rather fascinating. We met the year I fell, so it wasn't too bad.

As for Charlie, she's my daughter. Not in a blood way, but I view her like a daughter. I suppose. Vox insisted on having Charlie around as protection because "you never know what could happen, alastor, you haven't been around for seven years so like.. something could happen and it could be beneficial to have princess morningstar on our side if you ever got hurt."

Niffty is such a charming demon belle. Willingly handed off her soul to me and she's such a grand cleaner. She'd be like a lost puppy if it weren't for my protection and attention on such her quick skills, she'd probably be assassinated by now.

I already knew of Angel Dust prior to the hotel however I dislike how Valentino treats him, but its not my problem. For its not my circus so its not my monkeys. Surely you would understand.

You already know my opinion of Husker.

Vaggies too familiar with her attitude to respect authority so I don't like her. She's waste under my boot.

[fandomregression]

uhhh tim as a regresser? i know hes usually a cg in your fics but i kinda relate to him so much

while i see him mainly as a cg, thats mostly bc i want him to be my cg, but i absolutely see how he could be a regressor so rAMBLING TIIIIIIIME

Regressor Tim Stoker Headcanons!

so tim starts regressing actually kinda young, in his early teens, because he's always lived in his brother's shadow. always been the second, despite being the older child, and its. hard. he pretends everything's okay and he isnt jealous, but he wants. needs. attention too

he learns what regression is exactly in university, and he kinda just shrugs and says 'yep that tracks' and pushes it to the side. let's bury that problem and deal with it later! that's a problem for Future Tim!

future tim is very mad and small, now. he spends a lot of time crying into his pillow and hugging his childhood stuffie, a little doggy named spot, until he falls asleep

he tries to basically never let dating partners find out abt his regression that doesn't seem like a good thing

a few of them do, and a couple try their hands at being cgs. they give up because tim is "too much" for them to handle

then danny dies, and tim spirals

hes just really, really not okay. he spends so much of his time trying to research what happened, trying to learn about the circus, trying to find anything that explains why his little brother is dead, and he can't figure it out. and he just tears himself apart over it. he's on the verge of regressing pretty much all the time, he's crying his eyes out all the time, and everything is bad. by the time he starts working at the magnus institute, he's a shell of a man whose head always feels like its swimming

then he meets jon, and he can tell there's something familiar in the ways he acts. tim's almost certain jon is a regressor, and well...he's nothing if not a good big brother. and he's a big brother who really, really welcomes this distraction from the fact that his little brother is dead

he does his best to keep jon out of trouble and take care of him, but he's well aware of his own headspace encroaching on all of this. its not easy. little things that tim does for jon are things that make tim regress, so its. not going too well!

until they meet sasha :)

sasha notices these two are a lil different pretty quickly. its become even more evident when they're researching a case, end up at a park, and jon and tim are playing on the playground like little kids

tim is very excited about this, and he absolutely climbs on top of the monkey bars and shouts for sasha

"sasha! sasha! look at me!!! :D!!!" "i see you! you're up so high!!"

she pushes them both on the swings, she pushes them both on the merry-go-round, and it feels just so natural to them

(tim picks her some dandelions and clovers, too, and sasha adores it)

after that day, when tim's big again, he realizes that sasha was able to actually play with both of them and pay attention to tim even though he was bigger than jon...sasha actually wanted to take care of *tim* and jon at the same time...and he didn't feel neglected...

(he cried himself to sleep again that night, but he wasn't sure why it felt so painful) (its the neglect trauma)

at work, tim basically just starts feeling a pull toward sasha a lot of the time, and he's terrified of being too much for her, but he...he needs this...

if he finds a cool bug, he takes a picture to show her. cool rock, he takes it inside and gives it to her. he likes to draw little doodles on his sticky notes and give them to her, and it absolutely makes his heart soar every single time she sticks them to her monitor. he's just. thriving off the affection

jon is the first one to explain regression, and he expects both tim and sasha to just push him away. he is absolutely not expecting tim to say he's a regressor too (how jon didn't notice? well...poor baby's not very observant...) and they're both not expecting sasha to just say "oh i know, who wants a juice box?"

both just. malfunctioning

tim does regress older than jon, usually around 6-8, and he takes his job as big bubby VERY seriously. he holds jon's hand when they do anything, he is always imparting his wisdom (which has been "red crayons taste bad" and variations of that multiple times), and he tries to let jon get more attention from sasha

sasha does not take too well to that last one. she notices pretty quickly that tim sacrifices himself for jon, and that just won't fly. so, extra hugs. extra kisses. lots of one-on-one playtime. tim cries a lot over this

then they move down to the archives and yay!! martin!!! now tim and jon have a mama and a papa and its even easier for them to both get the attention they need (especially tim, who doesn't feel as guilty when there's two cgs he can go to whichever one isn't handling jon)

tim has a lot of games he likes to play, and he has quite a few stuffies, but a lot of the time he likes playing nintendo with martin (and jon watches and tells him how cool he is)

sasha and martin both learn pretty quickly that anything circus/clown themed is very much a no-no with tim. if he's already regressed, its the quickest way to a panic attack he can get. if he isn't regressed, he will be very shortly, and then the panic attack happens

at that point its just...hugs and comfort until he can stop crying

when it comes down to it, he's just glad to finally have this sort of support system. to have multiple people who care about him and actually try

[marsbars1714]

Realized I don’t have a pinned post so uh. Little introduction thingy ig

My name/nickname is Mars, feel free to build nicknames if you want I don’t really mind

I’m queer. Just like. Broadly. That’s generally the term I use but if we wanna get more specific I’m trans masc and gay. That’s ab as specific as I’m willing to get bc everything else just amounts to “yeah fuck if I know we just vibing”

I’m a dumbass, if you couldn’t tell by the shit I say/reblog

I’m a USAmerican, only speak English fluently, but I’m trying (key word trying) to learn German

I use he/him they/they and it/its pronouns, however sometimes I will ask that one or more set of them is disused temporarily for some reason

I don’t personally use them for myself but I’m chill with neo and xenopronouns cause like. Why should I get a say in what you are called??

Uh

I have 2 side blogs currently but I don’t care to share those (be a good lil detective if you care that much)

I do post/reblog kink/sex related things on (rare) occasion. I do try to tag them when I remember to do if you wanna avoid that you should know what to do (either block the tags or don’t look through my reblogs n posts)

DNIs ig

Just general assholes. This includes TERFs (get outta here automatically, you aren’t gonna change my mind on myself and I don’t want you on my stuff), racists, Islamophobes, transphobes, homophobes, zionists, antisemites, etc.

obvs not a comprehensive list, it’s kinda just “if you hate/dislike/are discriminatory towards a person for some reason they can’t change (including religion, sexuality, race, hell even just a kink they might like that isn’t harming anyone that hasn’t consented to it) fuck off” but there’s probably other shit that I don’t want to interact with and I’ll probably add them as I remember

Im very “live and let live” if you couldn’t tell. My standing on things is GENERALLY a “gross. Why do I think it’s gross? Are they harming someone who isn’t/can’t consent? No. Not my circus not my monkeys.”

[girlypopastro]

taurus rising is social houses in water signs.

they have a generous heart for their community. generally as no boundaries as a taurus gets. they love to hear everybody out. the weirdo, the antihero, the mean girl. they do not mind having people of all different paths in various social circles. but you might notice they are slippery. the slip in and out of all these circles easily adapting to each, collecting stories, collecting wisdom from all these people. effervescent ephemeral. that does not mean that anything goes in their little communities. they are open to all life paths as long as you don’t have your values all wrong. as long as they feel like you have a good heart they will let a lot slide. at the end of the day .. whats not their monkey, thats not their circus. they know what they think its the truth.

but make no mistake. just because they would invite you for dinner, introduce you to their acquaintance they feel like you would get along with great, invite you to their get together of all these lovable weirdos or wouldn’t let you sleep outside in the freezing cold … doesn’t mean they feel like you get to know them like that. you might even notice the closer you get to them the more enclosed they become. if they feel like you are a friend of a friend .. off they go blabbering on about their dreams and ideas, feelings and impressions. but if you’re going to be in their day to day .. oh boy, they put their big kid shell on and you might noticed them waiting to see if they can invest in you. they will gladly take care of you or help you. they will love it if you open up emotionally to them. just with them opening up to you might take some time and be indirect. because once you’re in you’re in and taken care of. they might actually be mad if you take their caregiver spotlight. in that vain they might be the one turning into a huge baby

you may have noticed this resistance to one on one hang outs. and maybe they are the one person who is really picky with people they date (really nitpicky and critical if you will). they might be scrambling to look for buffer people to have on these one on one hangouts. they might indeed fear that you won’t be talking enough and they might reveal more about themselves than they are comfortable with. it’s not this desire to be mysterious, it’s out of fear of getting vulnerable and you leaving them. they know that people are unstable points in their lives and they are trying to protect themselves from getting attached. because once you are theirs you are THEIRS and you no longer have a say in that matter . if a taurus rising likes spending time with you one on one, just know that you are special. with most people they probably feel a little on edge, a little paranoid, they are censoring themselves. or silently listening collecting all the information on that other person. if their avoidant ass doesnt run for the hills when they feel attached to you, they will make it a point to understand you, you will occupy their mind to the point of not having to say anything for them to know. possibly years of restricted vulnerability will be unleashed on you in a way that is deeply transformative to them, and you know they hate change more than anything. they will grow to someone who is fit for merging your two souls into one. just so you know they are terrified of abandonment and they might get very possessive and obsessive if they feel you slipping from them and tighten their grip on you even if they have to metaphorically strangle you. and if you do indeed make them feel abandoned, you will have created a stubborn enemy for life. for they do hold grudges like it is their life purpose.

and for you my taurus rising, people much like plants need space, water and air to grow, to live. i know you are afraid, my baby. you need to loosen your grip a little. i know you need to go at your own pace and other people do too, so do not rush them and if they are rushing you, let them go. let go. let go of grudges. let go of resentment. let go of entitlement. and stop giving people the damn silent treatment. love will never be perfect the way you want it. people won’t behave in the exact ways you want them to. especially if you shut down and go into your intricate schemes and paranoid ideations to make them. the only think you can control is yourself. so let go.. wont it be way more comfortable this way??

[jedicakes08]

This is a discarded small plots from a series I don’t plan on continuing on AO3. It’s a second story following the chamber of secrets in where clone characters go to Hogwarts and help Harry find a new home and live happily and stuff. If you wanna check it out here’s a link to the series I did.

This was posted due to a reader from AO3 who seemed to like it. Shout out to Biblioworm

Tech hums as he reads over Harry’s homework. “You’ve done well Harry. I think you’ll do well this year.”

Beaming a little Harry Hugs Tech. “Thanks Tech!”

Tech pats his head as he’s still not used to hugs. “Yes we’ll have you finished reading all the potion books?”

With a nod Harry pulls out the last book. “I did. Though a lot of it seems like it’s for the years ahead of us.”

“That’s because it is.” Tech takes the book and brings it to the bookshelf in the now library of the base. “I thought you could use the extra help seeing as professor Snape seems to dislike you.”

“How’d you know that?” Harry raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well it’s quite obvious really.” He looks up as Crosshair walks over with a scowl. “Have you finished your reading of charms Crosshair?”

He huffs. “I have.” Setting the book down

~~

Wrecker cheers as he’s got his cat. A very large Kneazle with the coat pattern of an explosion. It meowed as it sat itself on Wrecker's head. “I think I’ll call you Boomie!” It meows in enjoy at the name.

Hunter felt his eye twitch a bit knowing he’s got to be the one to take care of it now.

Crosshair not one for any animal with fur or feathers looks over at the snakes. If that Weasley boy as Hunter liked to call him could have a rat. Why not a snake? There was no rule against it after all. He watches as one snake slowly peaks out from the corner. It was small and its eyes were missing. Clearly slashed off. ‘Hey.’

The snake jumps and looks towards Crosshair. ‘You are a sssspeaker?’ It hisses slowly.

‘Yeah I am.’ Crosshair had heard that term used before when dealing with reptile species across the galaxy so this wasn’t new.

‘Pleassse sssspeaker!” It begs. ‘Take me away from here pleasssse!” It moves closer and slightly hits the glass. ‘They hurt me ssspeaker! They took my eyessss!”

Without hesitation Crosshair picks up the snake from its strangely heavily caged box once he opens it. ‘Will you obey me?’

‘Oh yesss sssspeaker I will! I pormisssse!”

He flinched at how much the snake was yelling. ‘Then I’ll take you.’ Taking the snake up to the counter the shop attendant quickly jumps seeing that snake.

“I forgot we had one.” The shop keeper looks like he wants to pass out. “Twenty gallons for that one.”

~~

Plo Koon smiled at his sons now having their wands, uniforms, trunks, clothes, and all the other stuff. He can’t help but coo at how adorable Wolffe looks ready for school. A real proud Buri moment that makes his eyes water. “Look at you my sons.” His breath shakes in joy. Emotions into the force can’t help with the feeling of pride. “I can’t believe you're all going to school!”

He holds his heart. Wolf pack was the oldest of the vode. Wolffe didn’t like shinies because of how attached the others could get causing them to do stupid stuff to protect the shines. So only those eleven and older got in. Wolffe blushes a bit. “Thanks Buri.” He and the others hug Plo tightly.

Plo can’t helps it and cries in the middle of the alley way. “I’m a proud dad!”

Obi-wan sips his tea watching this from his spot at a little cafe. “Not my circus, not my monkeys.” He repeats with a smile as Waxer and Boil hold up with Owls.

~~

Getting to the bookstore was more of a challenge this year. It was packed out more than usual. “What do you think is going on?” Harry looks up at hinter with big eyes.

Hunter strained his ears but couldn’t hear much over the group of women giggling or squealing a bit. “I’m not sure.” Looking down at his list he notices all the DADA books are written by the same man. Lockheart.

“It appears that the person who wrote the books we will need this year is doing signings.” Tech points to a poster in the window of the shop.

Rex sighs. “Why do I have a feeling this won’t be good?” Cody shakes his head a bit as they being Walking inside the crowded bookshop they try to split up to try and find their books. Hunter and Rex keep a close hand on Harry.

All the sudden Harry gets grabbed. “Ah!” Harry pulls on Hunter and in a flash Hunter pulls out his knife, Cody pulls out his blaster. Wrecker grabs the man, tosses him in the air and pins him against the wall.

“Who do you think you are grabbing are brother like that!” Wrecker growls like a strill as Boomie hisses swiping at the man’s face.

“Ah!” The man quickly holds up his hands. “Easy there my friend I was just trying to greet Mr. Potter over there.” He moves a hand towards Harry who’s behind Tech at this point.

“Well, have you ever heard of manners?” Wrecker holds him tighter.

“Now now, let me introduce myself. I am Gildory Lockheart! And I just thought that I should introduce myself to Mr. Harry Potter and tell him that I shall be the new defense against the dark arts professor at Hogwarts.” He smiles as Hunter gives Wrecker the signal to set him down.

Cody tenses a bit as everyone watches them as Lockheart continues. “I’m fact I shall be giving Mr. Potter and all of his friends have free copies of my books they’ll need for school!”

People clap as Cody sighs. He somehow doubts that even magic could make enough books for his brothers.

~~

Mcgonagall stared at the sea of clones. They were all in the back letting the smaller children in front. She could feel her eyes drawn to the one that seemed bigger than Hagride. After going through her normal speech she lets them all in.

Looking at her now long list of names and numbers. Though most of the numbers were marked out and had names attached to them. This was sure to be the longest sorting of the school in a while.

Going through the names it was clear certain clones seemed to be the favorites as even the ones yet to be sorted would cheer for two clones named Waxer and Boil who like the Weasley twins gave her the strange urge to drink and retire. Wolffe when he and a bunch of oddly named ones like Comet, Sinker, Boost, and two Dash with the only distinction is one having a four and the other a nine at the end when they all get sorted into Hufflepuff.

Crosshair got a large fanfare from the largest one when he went to the Slytherin table. Watching him sit next to Hunter and Potter. Finally it was the largest ones turn. As soon as she saw his name she had a sinking feeling that the Weasley twins and the two clones would cause the most grey hairs in all the staff. Sitting on the stool he was to high for her to reach but it didn’t matter as the old stool that has been at Hogwarts as long as the hat shatters causing him to fall. “Oops sorry about that.”

He laughs a bit and at this point I place the hat on his head with a slight prayer to magic he isn’t a Gryfindor. “HUFFLEPUFF!” The hat calls out and I can’t help but sigh in relief as he walks over to the table to be greeted by Wolffe and his brothers.

As I call up the next name there's a crash and the bench holding Wrecker breaks. “SORRY!” He yells somehow being louder than Dumbledore when he magics his voice.

Flitwick goes over to see if he can fix it and possibly charm it to be stronger. Hopefully the wine at the teachers table is stronger tonight as well.

Soon I’m down to a few and one that wasn’t in alphabetical order even thought it seemed like a normal name. “Ahsoka Tano!”

An orange girl with a strange head thing walks up as all the sudden they cheered and she hasn’t even been sorted. Placing the hat on her head the moment she’s sorted their table erupts into a massive cheer as others sulk.

~~

After eating and watching Crosshair glare down professor Snape in an honestly shocking duel to see who would back down. “Wow I’ve never seen professor Snape glare that hard before.” He can hear what someone says.

Trying to focus on his breathing and not the annoying sound of utensils scraping plates he looks at Crosshair. “You wanna calm down?”

“Not until he backs down.” Crosshair says through gritted teeth.

Dumbledore stands up and I dread whatever speech he’s about to give. It’s almost the same as last year except he introduced four new teachers. “I would like all of you to give a warm welcome to the new teachers. For defense against the dark arts please welcome professor Gildory Lockheart!” All of the men don’t clap and just stare at Lockheart. The anger from the incident in the bookstore is still there as they all grew closer to Harry. No one could care and Tech had already found inconsistency in his books. Major ones too so no Hunter and the others didn’t trust him. The anger though everyone could feel it and you could cut it with a knife in the great hall. “Now we have new subjects that are mandatory for everyone to take this year as we all know many things have happened. First up in galactic politics and history with professor Obi-wan Kenobi!”

That gets all the vode to cheer loudly. Crosshair slowly claps still staring down Snape.

“Now you only have to take this once at your time in school and that is a gym class.” Dumbledore smiles. “The school board thought it would be best to add this to help all of you. So I would like for all of you to greet your new gym teacher Sir Anakin Skywalker!” The 501st erupted into massive cheers. Even louder than Kenobi’s. It was clear this was a challenge.

“Oh no.” Hunter sighs, putting his hands on his head.

“And now we have a galactic species specialist, please welcome professor Plo Koon!”

The great hall physically shakes as all of the wolf pack cheer and begin to howl like wolves. Master Koon waved beaming with pride.

~~

“Crosshair stop.” Hunter tries to pull him away as they make their way to the common rooms. He and Snape still haven’t stopped glaring at each other.

Crosshair clenches his fist. “He started it.”

“I don’t care who started it. I'm ending it so we can get the rules and go to bed.”

“No.”

“Crosshair it’s twelve at night. It ends now!”

~~

“You feel okay Harry?” Cody looks him over.

Harry nods. “Yeah I’m just nervous for tryouts.”

Wrecker pats his back. He had joined the Slytherin table for breakfast. “Don’t be that way. you're totally gonna get on the team!” He laughs.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Draco Malfoy says. “I’m the new seeker.”

“And why is that?” Cody raises an eyebrow.

“Because I’m the best here. I’ve been training since I was little, and my father bought the team Nimbus 2001s.” He smirks.

“Oh I get it.” Crosshair eats his food. “You were so scared of not getting on the team you had your daddy bribe your way on it.”

Draco starts to become red. “No!” He yells “it’s not like that.”

Crosshair laughs. “Sure it is. If you weren’t scared you would do the tryouts like everyone else.”

Draco saw red. “And you think you're better than me?”

Crosshair smirks and sips his juice. Still upset they wouldn’t let him drink coffee. “I don’t think I know.”

“Fine then. Let’s go out to the field and we can see who’s better, you or me.”

“After breakfast.”

~~

Watching Crosshair grab the snitches in under a minute on the broom, Tech somehow had time to build after his studies and internship with the Goblins was kinda boring.

Flint the capitan sighs a bit. “Malfoy, Crosshair down.” Walking over Hunter and the others join. “Listen, your good Crosshair.” Crosshair snorts at that. “But first years aren’t allowed on the team. So Malfoy still is in.”

“Then let Potter tryout against him.” Crosshair at this point wants to watch Malfoy lose.

Flint sighs. “Fine.”

Potter wins and is now on the team with the super broom tech built.

~~

Lockheart seems frazzled by the time they get to DADA. It’s clear he seemed to crack under the brothers not liking him for screwing with Harry. Hunter happily stared down Lockheart, making enough of a deterrent from him to speak to Harry. Sure he tries to get Harry alone but Hunter. Hunter is not letting this strange famous adult man alone with a child.

~~

Skywalker is hard on the class. He’s clearly taking lessons from the temple to teach here. Making them do two laps around the castle, 100 sit ups, pull ups, twenty minute walk sits, and hand to hand combat. “You did an amazing job Longbottom!” Harry pats his back and hands the red faced boy some water.

“Really?” Nevill looks up at Anakin in awe.

“Yeah. A lot better when I was your age.” Anakin pats his head. He could sense how uneasy and unsure Nevill felt of himself. Knowing that feeling, Anakin knew he had to help Nevill.

“But didn’t you grow up learning this stuff?”

Anakin shakes his head. “No I didn’t. I came to the Jedi late so I was so far behind everyone else and I felt like a failure.” Nevill looks up to him. “I knew that I was so far behind and it took me a while but I pushed through and I became strong and was able to show I had value. You have value Nevill , don't sell yourself short.”

~~

“Woah Myrtle you're even cooler than I was told about!” Wrecker laughs as Myrtle makes a water fountain explode.

“Thank you.” She giggles. “You and your brothers are the only nice ones to me.”

Harry looked around Nick's deathday party. It’s going alright. Even after Cody yelled at the headless party. “You okay kid?” Rex places a hand on Harry’s shoulder.

Harry nods. “Yeah I just feel tired.” In reality it feels odd to be celebrating the day your parents were murdered in front of you when you where a baby and the only survivor.

“Then I think it’s time you head to your common room then. Let’s go see if Crosshair is still up.”

On their way back they get stopped by the sight of Flinche’s cat frozen. The words ‘the chamber of secrets is now opened. Enemies of the heir beware!’ Hunter walks over to the cat and checks it out. “It’s alive, just frozen.”

The sounds of footsteps from people leaving the great hall ring out. Quickly running wrecker stops everyone from coming out. The professors rush over. “What happened?” General Kenobi comes and sees the cat.

“We don’t know.” Hunter hands him the cat. “We found her like this.”

“MRS. NORIS!” Flinch cries and rushes over. “You! He screams at Hunter. “YOU AND YOUR FREAKY BROTHERS DID THIS! YOU KILLED HER I KNOW IT!”

“Calm down Mr. Flinch.” Plo puts a hand on his shoulder. “I can tell you they didn’t.

Obi-wan looks over to him. “And Mrs. Noris isn’t dead. She’s just frozen.” Obi-wan begins to use the force to help break the spell.

“General Koon.” Wolffe walks up with Comet holding Ginny Weasley who’s covered in red paint. “We- oh I see you found it.”

“Wolffe, what’s going on?” Snape asks with a sneer.

“We saw something sir. Something you should check out.”

They go to the restrooms to see a giant snake cuddling Crosshair. Crosshair looks at them annoyed. “This thing won’t let me go!”

It hisses with its eyes closed. ‘Don’t worry little speaker I won’t let them hurt you and the baby!’ Crosshair's baby snake was curled up on it as well.

“That’s a Basilisk.” Snape pulls out his wand with the other professors.

Plo, Obi-wan, Anakin, and the bad batch with Rex and Harry all stand in front of them. “Stop! She wort hurt them!” Harry says, holding his arms out.

“And why not?” Snape glares so hard at Harry.

“Because she just wants to protect Crosshair and the baby!”

[sansloii]

Mikah wrinkles their nose and practically recoils away from the piece of bone the other had poked them with, dark eyes watching it fall to the ground as they step back. Disgusting echoes in their mind for the briefest of moments… but that disgust is quickly replaced with a very special kind of pettiness — the kind that usually gives way to spite.

Here they were, offering some advice to maybe clean up his fucking mess and he just shrugs it off. The steaming pile of unfinished flesh, chewed through organs, and gnarled bones is just… sitting there waiting to grab some attention, waiting to cause a panic, waiting for eyes and ears and mouths to spread its existence round and round until it raises the guards of people that… normally, wouldn't have their guards raised.

Of course, this doesn't really affect them and their business — it was…relatively safe from the ripples this nonsense would cause. However, that didn't mean that that there wasn't a valuable lesson to be learned here.

And so — without hesitation — pulls out their phone and snaps a picture a couple pictures of the soon-to-be crime scene. The thief also takes care to take a few quick leading shots until it comes up and frames the stranger leaving said scene near perfectly ( they had to be quick since he was leaving ).

…Oh — and they left the flash on… so he would see.

“When it's necessary, right? That's a very, very good standard to have. I've of the same mentality myself.” Another picture with the flash. “Leave it for someone else if I can. Not my monkey, not my circus.”

“But the messes I tend to leave are not bloody with bones sticking out, you know? I don't leave much of a trail behind me. Not one for getting in trouble and making life harder for myself.” Another picture. “How tall are ya? 5'10 or just about?

< @sansloii src. >

❝  we all gotta take responsibility sometime, huh?  ❞ (from Mikah!)

" sounds like a very human thing t' say, " he retorted, jerking his head back— but not before making sure the other saw the awfully pronounced roll of his eyes, so nearly glowing in the dark. for another moment, he simply stared at the half-eaten cadaver of what was once a man— or a woman? he couldn't tell anymore, and in his earlier frenzy, it wasn't like he could tell the two apart. it was just meat.

now that he was freshly fed, he had regained some of his reason. he exhaled, as being caught red-handed like so had effectivelly ruined his appetite. noah turned on a heel, facing towards the other; a piece of a collarbone between his fingers, that he then used to poke the other in their chest. " i'll take responsibility when it's neccessary. " the bone was then dropped, falling to the ground with a hollow kind of sound, as the hybrid simply shrugged and went his own way.

[multyfandoms-imagines]

How would the dark deception crew react to a literal child being the main character instead of the adult we play as and who would be the first to start a fight over adopting them.

Okay, how and why?

Can and will hurt a child: Malak, Mama Bear

Malak does not want anyone and i mean ANYONE to touch ring pieces. So, unless child wants to get into serious problems, they should just stay and play with other nightmares. Malak has standards to not kill them right away, but he will definitely either trap them (most likely with Agatha) or kill them if they somehow got enough pieces. It will be embarrassing to loose to child, you know

Mama Bear is quite literally an embodiment of toxic parents (mothers) and given the explosive Trigger Teddies and her sharp claws... And the maps she has.... And how scary she can get... Lets not. I dont trust her to keep a baby healthy and happy

Neutral to the existence of a child: Bierce, Murder Monkeys

Bierce killed someone's daughter for a ritual. I think its a fair game if i say she doesnt care if a child she sent to the nightmares will die or bring back pieces. Sorry, but she may only start liking a child like. After a VERY long time + few pieces they get

Murder Monkeys dont really *have* a concept of a child in their mind. But they try to not scare/hurt child. Mostly will be confused. And cook banana based meals for a child. (Will 100% panic if they cut them by accident)

Adopt child. No questions. Noone allows to complain: Agatha (obv), Golden Watchers, Dread Duckies, Clown Gremlins, Joy Joy Gang, Reaper Nurses

Agatha and baby just wanna play. And since they are around the same age, they will play alot and pester Malak about getting more toys (much to his "delight" cough)

Golden Watchers absolutely love to have fun. Its been a while. Tho, they do not allow a child to walk next to traps. You cannot change my mind that they wont dress them up in their style and have a tea party

Dread Duckies would had been with Monkeys, but they are more playful. Quacking and dancing happily with kiddo

Clown Gremlins are... Clowns. .... . Yeah i got nothing on that. They do circus/amusement park things, but they are clowns, carl, clowns

Nurses will be waay to happy to have a kid to take care of (even if the child is male). But fear not, they mostly do skating tricks with them

In Joy Joy Gang, we have Penny is protective mom™, Lucky the cool brother™ and Hangry the cool uncle ™. They wont allow a child to be in the depths of the facility tho, to avoid getting them hurt badly

[hanasnx]

HEY DEAR, it's ya boy, just wondering if you've seen tales of the Jedi yet because I think you'd love anakin's episode, HE'S RUTHLESS. Like you're telling me there's not just a little bit of sadism in there (I mean of course there is, that's literally Darth Vader)? I won't spoil anything that isn't in the trailer/common knowledge, but there's this lovely juxtaposition between him having a ruthless teaching style but speaking in a very caring and loving manner that's just so gooooood. Animated Anakin rarely feels like Hayden's Anakin (I still subscribe to the belief that prequels Ani is Ani as he is in internally, and CW Ani is how Ahsoka, the 501st, and the general public perceive him), but its always good to see some darkness in him. Anyway, hope you're well 😎💝

-👑

HIIIII i just finished totj tbh i’ve been taking a little break from writing sw stuff bcos i finished tcw and it obliterated me. so tales of the jedi wasn’t something i was ready to face til now BUT I WATCHED IT SO I COULD ANSWER THIS

spoilers under the cut for totj up til episode 5 <3

i love the description u added, where tcw ani is how people perceive him vs film ani is more intrapersonal. i dont have any problem with tcw anakin other than the fact he was created bcos the creators gave into the male power fantasy expectation of anakin. (still sad as fuck about the fact hayden wanted to voice tcw anakin and was not chosen for the role…. like his character … it feels so disrespectful just cos he didnt have a deep enough voice but whatever. not my circus not my monkeys)

i love tcw anakin he’s got good moments, but film ani portrayal is my fave

i did love how hard he was on ahsoka in that episode of totj! i felt like it was very true to him, and how he realizes how much harder a war is compared to normal jedi training. and since this war thing is a new thing for the jedi rn, its worth upping the stakes in the training in order to be prepared for actual war. he probably had his fair share of realizations when he was actually in battle how ill prepared he really was for such an event and didnt want that for his padawan.

i really cared for all the tender moments they had. how he spoke to her and touched her (i feel like anakin has a hard time with physical affection in any capacity. hes not a hugger, and he probably acts like he doesnt like being touched but secretly wants you to touch him) so it only added to my adoration for him when we got to see him reach out to her to help her up with his hand or put his hand on her shoulder etc. i really love anakin and ahsoka’s relationship in tcw its like my favorite thing.

also yes hes a sadist and a masochist and i feel like its not just in sexual contexts he is. so hes very hard on other people and himself with sometimes impossible standards bcos he feels as though pain builds a tolerance within you. he wants ahsoka to be untouchable, and she honestly is. as we’ve seen in the ending of tcw, ahsoka did the impossible.

i cant remember where i read it, but someone had said that crediting anakin’s training as ahsoka’s reason for being able to stay alive in the last episodes of tcw during order 66 had erased the specialness of rex’ resolve to tell her to find fives etc. id like to add my take

i dont think that it takes away any specialness. i think it simply adds more to the story. ahsoka was able to stay alive because of rex and rex’s help that much is true, but anakins strict training regiment didnt harm her either. it only aided. i liked that facet of the story tbh.

i like how star wars explores the lack of omniscience in force users. yes they can sense your intention, but why would they be on guard against allies? they explored that in the katri episode when dooku and mace investigated her untimely death in totj.

it only makes sense that jedi in order 66 were susceptible to fatality because why would they be on their guard with the allies theyve served alongside for years?

im sorry im all over the place i had a lot to say. bottom line I LOVED SEEING ANAKIN IN EPISODE 5 hes my sweet bbg

[sppringtrap]

Under Sunlight - Chapter One

tw// implied abuse, liminal spaces, automatonophobia

(is also on archiveofourown which may be easier for you to read! please check it out: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36040657/chapters/89847394)

I’d always hated this kind of place. Well, I thought that anyway.

For a long time, I associated these bright, stunning colours with not very lovely things. With him. All the times I arrived through these doors as a replacement for a stupid fucking apology. He couldn’t say those words to me; he almost treated it like if he did… it was defeat. Maybe they did this when they both felt like they wanted everyone to desperately believe they were good to me.

Things seemed so big back then and the Pizzaplex seemed even bigger. Memories were vague of everywhere except the Day-care, especially when they both seemed like they wanted everyone to desperately believe they were good to me. Make sure I looked good enough to be publicly displayed like a neurodivergent circus monkey. They would dress me up in cute outfits to impress other people, make sure that awful hairbrush with the sharp bristles was tugged through my hair until the knots were gone and a different, new sauce was put in the wrong place on my dinner plate.

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“New friend…?”

A familiar voice. A feeling only comparable to arriving at home to a safe place. I couldn’t make out where it came from. It took all of my effort to attempt to move. After a little while, I managed to slowly open my eyes to bright spotlights, recoiling a little when I feel a cold, gentle hand against my forehead. “ How are you feeling, sunshine? I already alerted the nurse bots, they should come soon, but I did my best to treat you myself. I wasn’t sure which ones to go with, s-so I just chose what colour matches your eyes!” the words began to merge into each other as I attempted to take in the sight in front of me; a tall, looming figure sat next to me like a 2 year old child, gesturing to the rainbow-coloured band aids in its big, oversized hands. I realise where I am now. Oh, how could I forget about him?

His head sat on his shoulders almost awkwardly too big but fit just right, dressed in jester-type attire and had a face that was so intricate that you couldn’t take in everything at once. The sun and moon; polar opposites, overlapping each other. I heard the gentle purring of the machinery and the bells wrapped around his wrists jingling as he continued to put the poorly organised band aids back into his pocket.

I lifted up my hand to feel the bump on my forehead; it being surprisingly numb for how much blood slipped onto my hand. Everything felt numb. “W-Why am I here? I’m too old for this.” My voice echoed. In that moment I realised nobody else was around, not even the nurse bots that he had apparently called.

No sounds of children playing, the ball pit being thrashed around in or happy birthdays being sung, only an unsettling silence that filled the building. He stood up slowly, his shadow enveloping me as he reached out his cold hand to me. “Come with me, I have something to SUPER cool to show you!”

[daylighteclipsed]

1/ 'my immediate thought was late-KH1 Riku being like ‘I hate you. Die.’ and his daemon rubbing up against Sora’s and being really affectionate with it, betraying the love in his heart' LMAO my thoughts exactly. also Riku's daemon being the chillest entity out there while he's having teenage angst.... poetic cinema. honestly, while dream eaters being daemons would be cool I kinda have a hard time imagining them talk? too much of the "not from our reality" vibes ig.

2/ A dog for Riku would be nice, considering the lengths of his loyalty to Sora. I was also thinking big cats? like snow leopard. my brain kinda malfunctions when I try to come up with something for Sora, but bunny!Sora concept that Canary has really grown on me (also one of the characters from HDM who had a rabbit daemon kinda left a hole in my soul). Sora really makes it a point to help ppl he meets so figures his daemon would be friend-shaped.

3/ More of an afterthought, but I also like the idea of Namine having a bird daemon 'cause she's a "witch", and witches in HDM always have bird daemons to fly along with them. And Sora and Roxas having extremely different daemons just to make it a point that they're different people. And while I'm not certain about Riku, Terra DEFINITELY has a dog daemon.

Ig since Nomura constantly associates Sora w felines (initial concept lionboy Sora, lion cub Sora in the Pride Lands, his Meow Wow dream eater, catboy Sora in Monsters Inc, tbh even anti-form is reminiscent of a feral cat) my brain goes to cats for him, even though he doesn’t really have the personality of a cat… Well, maybe that’s not entirely true. Some cats are cuddly and social… They’re really funny when they get wound up… Sora’s curious and does like to nap a lot in the sun lmao

Sora also wants to be like big and imposing, but he’s so small and cute instead, which reminds me of a cat. That doesn’t mean he should be underestimated, though! All cats have claws…

I asked my bf and he said Sora reminds him of a monkey, which makes me think of those later-concept sketches of Sora like walking on his hands and having a convo w Kairi while he’s hanging upside down from a tree branch dhhfhdhs Later-concept Sora was very acrobatic. He’d fit in at a circus.

A bunny’s cute… Something aquatic might be interesting, too, since Sora loves sailing. Maybe a seal or sea lion or something. They are very friend-shaped, can be trained to do fun tricks, and also like to nap in the sun. And even though they look cute and are usually friendly, they’re still predators. (They’re also bouncy like Meow Wows!)

Yeah, something loyal and hard-working for Riku, like a canine. I already said wolf, but it’s true! haha Wolves especially are fiercely loyal and protective. They’re big and sometimes scary, but they’re quite playful and caring w their pack. Sometimes a wolf wanders on its own, which is where we get the phrase “lone wolf” from, but it never wants to be alone, which also reminds me of Riku.

A swan also comes to mind for Riku. They’re big, graceful, beautiful birds, but they’re not timid. They’re fiercely protective, and they mate for life. Google says they can pair bond v young, which makes me think of how Riku’s been dedicated to Sora since he was like 5. Swans are also a symbol of light and sacred to Apollo, which is why his chariot’s often pulled by swans or composed of swans in art. (Wolves are also sacred to Apollo, apparently! Haha)

Also, the phrase “swan song” comes from the belief that swans sing beautifully upon death, which reminds me of Riku’s light singing or ringing when Sora calls out to him in the tunnel... Idk 🤷‍♀️

I can totally see a bird for Namine! Idk what kind… but maybe a songbird? She’s always kind of reminded me of a caged bird singing… And yeah, I can see a dog for Terra, too. What kind of dog were you thinking of?

Oh! And I figured you’d want to see this reply from @lah-reina

Someone else has thought of this concept, too! It’d be great if we got their name

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REDACTED verse - Sadism & Trolling (Vega Headcanons)

NGL, I’m gonna be straight with y’all...

I miss Vega! And uh, since I've been listening to his videos lately, I wanted to write a oneshot for him until I decided on some headcanons at the last minute. 

I'm not sure what role the Inchoate Daemon Listener in his more recent videos would play in the future, so I tried my hands on writing his 'lover'. I always wanted to write a morally dubious Listener anyway! 

So this is entirely separate from the Inchoate Daemon Listener. 

Vega calls his Listener 'Hamster' for their snacking habits. He would only calls you 'Dear heart' when he's feeling vulnerable or in intimate situations. 

He meets them before Ivan's story. He was actually walking around humans for a change of pace, feeding on the faint lingering negative emotions hovering around the park. It's the human equivalent of getting a cup of coffee in the morning to kickstart their day.

Suddenly, Vega felt intense and strange emotions coming from somewhere in the area. It's a combination of righteous fury, hurt and glee. 

He tracks the owner of the maelstrom to find you. A lone human sitting on a bench underneath a tall, shady tree. Your expression is a total contrast to what you're feeling. It's calm and almost bored. 

After using magic to do some digging and breaching personal privacy, Vega found out that you plan an act of horrible revenge on a cheating partner. He sticks around to watch it all play out. 

He loved the show. So much so he claims you as his charge. 

However, jokes on him; you're a passive and lazy person. Your default setting is living life operating on the least amount of brain cells and effort. So after feeding on your heartbreak from the breakup, Vega has no idea what the fuck to do with you. 

So he subtly pulls the strings around you in hopes to get you to feel upset or at least annoyed; coffee spilt on your work laptop, someone bought that last slice of your favourite cake, bad internet connection at home, anything! 

But the most you'd (unknowingly) give him is a sigh before you look for something else to occupy your time. To Vega, he feels like a first-time owner to a pet that isn't behaving as it should be. You're like a hamster running in its ball, utterly oblivious of the world outside.  

When you do react emotionally, it's like a wildfire - a roaring and unapologetic blaze that will burn for days. Especially when it comes to negative emotions. However, it takes such a long time to build up and rarely does it even spark. Honestly, to you, working up to such a passionate response is a hassle. 

Unfortunately for Vega, he realises this a little too late. 

The two of you officially meet when you begin to notice that certain objects around the house aren't exactly where they should be. Like how the coffee cup that you instinctively put away from the laptop is now right next to it when you came out of the bathroom. How you can never find your favourite red mug or t-shirt despite you just wash them. 

Slowly but surely, you feel like you suddenly gain an invisible annoying and unwanted roommate. 

Vega detects your annoyance and plans to 'farm' it, only for it to hilariously backfire when you begin to hit up the local priests to discuss about an exorcism and thus, raise a potential covert risk. 

When he first appeared in front of you, your immediate action was to grab a baseball bat, shock and indignation flare within you. 

"So you're the fucking bastard that has been eating my fucking Pringles!" 

"What!? No! And I swear to any God you believe in, I’ll make you regret it if you swing that thing at me."

“Hah! Is that a challenge!? Buy back my snacks. Now. Before I break your bones and sell them to the black market!”

"News flash, Hamster: you're the one who's been eating all of them. Those after midnight snacks? What? Did you think you were sleep-eating?" 

"Who are you calling hamster!?"

"Of course, that's the one you have a problem with..." 

Do you know that one Tv Trope? The 'savvy guy, energetic girl' and 'monster and the maiden'? You and Vega are something in-between, where Vega is determined to feed on you, his charge, while you make it your life mission to be his biggest inconvenience ever. 

That being said, there's a lot of things you share in common with him. For one thing, you live by the 'not my circus, not my monkey' rule, so you don't particularly care what Vega does outside of your life as long as it doesn't cause you any problems. 

You both can be petty AF, and if one is petty, the other will automatically prepare for the other's revenge. 

Vega likes to give you shit for being an Unempowered Human, and in return, you would do everything in your power to piss him off. EX: You’ll make a joke about his shoe size. You know what they say, small shoes mean small... package. And besides, he's a Daemon, right? Doesn't that mean he has hooves? 

Both of you toed the line between violence and resignation, which is impressive that you're still alive. You made it clear to him that if he wants to take you down, you'll take him down with you, and Vega can respect that. 

Vega starts to catch feelings for you after you blackmail him into going to the cinema with you because there's a discount on the tickets for a pair of friends/couple. He's shocked to find that he enjoyed himself that night. 

As for you, you start to feel fond of him when he orchestrated a string of misfortune on your asshole of a colleague. He never once admit it, but at that point, you could read his body language and behaviours rather well. How could you not when your colleague’s series of unfortunate events result in a whole week of nothing but good vibes for you.

Neither you nor Vega confesses your feelings, but you ended up in a romantic relationship nonetheless.

Vega has never fallen in love before, so this emotion is very strange and new for him. From his annoying charge, you've become his most cherished person in the world. 

Vega protects you the only way he knows how. By making the people who upset you miserable or just straight up terminate their trial period of existence. As a Sadism Daemon, Vega is very well aware of the stigma that comes with his kind, and it really doesn't help that he loves what he does, so you have to rein him in from time to time. 

On that note, expect this Daemon to be possessive as hell. No matter what you do around the house, Vega would attach himself to you. Oh, you're working on the couch with the laptop on your lap? He'll move you so you'll sit on his lap while he watches TV. You're relaxing in the bathtub? Scoot forward, he wants to sit behind you. If you're talking to a friend on the phone, he'll peppered kisses and leave hickies on your neck in an attempt for you to end the call. If he could, he would hide you from the world itself so only he could have you. So please stomp on his feet when he starts to sweetly suggest you disappear with him. 

If it's raining at night, both of you would silently lie on the bed together, just basking in one the other's presence. If you fall asleep first, Vega will turn you into his little spoon.

In terms of dating and due to his possessive and protective nature, most of your dates would be in your home. Movie marathons, him playing as your audience for your video game matches, monopoly sessions ending up in a messy divorce sitcom or just napping together. Good for you if you're a homebody. If you're the outgoing type? Good luck; you'll need to be as persuasive as him to budge Vega. The most Vega is willing to go are breakfast/lunch/dinner dates. The fewer eyes on you, the better. 

It's not long before Vega stops feeding on you entirely. He only takes a few destructive emotions that overwhelm you and help you work the rest out in a healthy manner. 

That's when he starts to think about spending his forever with you. 

Don't be mistaken, though; Vega is still a sadism Daemon that doesn’t take kindly to those getting in his way but to you? His one happiness in life? He's your loyal lover. 

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OK. I might have gone a bit crazy with Vega but in my defence, I had like 3 mugs of tea and a tub of Belgian chocolate ice-cream and ramen last night after midnight plus a weird longing for him. 

It’s weird.