#it's just fun to set up scenes with him like I do the Beans ...

[heyyoufriendthere]

Nobody asked, but hey. I’m unreasonably sure of myself when it comes to comic book opinions.

Aunt May doesn’t know Peter Parker is Spider-Man.

I mean, she does NOW, but for a good majority of Peter’s career from the sixties up? Hell no. I know it’s cute whenever she’s dying to get that scene where she’s “always known,” and fandom LOVES a “it’s SO obvious when you think about it” moment for when they want to dump on the medium, but no. May Parker doesn’t know he’s Spider-Man and- more importantly- she DOES NOT want to know, and I like it that way.

“Why?” I hear you ask. “She’s been basically his mom since he was a little freaky marvel baby! Who on earth knows him better than her? How on earth couldn’t she have figured out her beat to shit nephew wasn’t Spider-Man when he’s basically just leaving his blood and costume all over his room?”

1. Because as feel good as it is, the Parker household isn’t sunshine and roses. May and Peter shut themselves off for years after Ben died. They love each other to death, but they don’t communicate. He's either shut away in his room, cracking jokes or off running around doing god knows what.

She's talking around him. Walking on eggshells. They both blame themselves, and it took decades for them to admit that to each other. Peter let the robber go, May chased him off because they got into an argument.

This shared guilt manifests in them both desperately wanting to take care of each other.

First, Peter throws himself into being both the Spider-Man, AND, more importantly, the breadwinner. The boy is broke. You know it, I know it, it's one of the single most iconic and relatable things about him. He gets weird about it. He's ALWAYS worried about it. I hear he might even have a money-worrying disease.

Money or the lack thereof has always been important to the mythos, even before Ben's death, but before Ben dies it manifested in things like Peter wanting a car or motorcycle the family couldn't afford and doing a wrestling gig. After Ben dies, his priorities shift.

He treats Aunt May like she’s made of glass (to be fair, she kinda is. Early Spider-Man has that woman fainting or having a heart attack every other week. Her constitution is held up by tissues, the US Healthcare system and Anna Watson’s unbreakable back muscles.)

Now, on top of being a near full time super hero, he's also saddled himself with the responsibility of taking care of the only parental figure he's got left in life while also trying to juggle both school and spending time with a friend group whose bank accounts aren't worried about when Jonah's feeling particular chipper about paying his employees.

Now he's trying to cover May's medical bills. Now he's trying to cover the rent. Now he's more worried about leaving May alone to live with Anna when his burgeoning friendship with Harry Osborn and the Coffee Bean Gang has netted him a free, all expenses paid apartment.

Meanwhile.

May's doing the exact goddamn thing. Richard and Mary dying the way they did kicked off the Parker family habit of keeping secrets, and Ben dying kicked her s-mothering into overdrive. She starts doting on him in a way that makes him feel like a child (modern depictions will try to convince you he was an itty bitty baby boy when he got his powers. They're lying. He was out of high school like 30 issues after Amazing Spider-Man #1.)

She's pawning her jewelry. She's trying to set him up with Mary Jane because she knows what's best for him (he needs someone fun and energetic because he's so quiet, and it's certainly not going to be that awful Betty Brant who will keep him on his toes).

Her entire idea of their relationship is that he's functionally helpless and she needs to take care of him. She’s not getting younger! Practically has one foot in the grave! That’s why she needs to put on an act to show him that everything is fine.

Richard and Mary are dead. Ben is dead. She's barely functioning on her and Ben's savings, the things she can sell and the money Peter's bringing in from his photography work. But it’s fine! Everything is fine and life will be just a bit brighter with a nice schmear on the bagel.

(Shout out to JM DeMattheis for showing up in the 90's to inject some fucking LIFE into Aunt May. Look at that quirked eyebrow. What a legend. Never read his Doctor Fate run, it will give you hives.)

2. Because, contrary to popular belief, Peter’s VERY good at hiding his identity and gaslighting his friends and family, especially when you combine his G(aslight)G(atekeep)G(Girlboss) skills with the good old Parker luck and its passive debuff to everyone's collective sanity.

Is this not the face of a woman doing okay in her relationship with New York's Friendly Neighborhood dirtbag?

I blame the Ultimate Spider-Man cartoon (he's fine with Shield immediately revealing his identity to a group of teen heroes? Absolutely the fuck not.) and the continuing woobification of comic books for how much this idea that Peter's inherently bad at keeping his identity secret comes up, because it's backbreaking work Peter doing to pull the wool over all of their eyes.

Why is he late? His job. Why is he never around? His job. What could his excuse be this time? Aunt May had her bi-weekly heart attack. Why is he beat to hell and back? He got hurt in the middle of getting pictures of Spider-Man. Why won't he ask for help? Why do none of his friends find this suspicious?

Part of it's because he didn't have friends in High School except for Betty and Liz Allen. He was an angry loner too stuck up his own ass about how smart he was to take the NUMEROUS opportunities presented to him to actually engage with his peers except to fight with Flash, (don't let modern depictions fool you either. Flash Thompson and Peter Parker weren't Bully and Bullied, they were enemies. They gave as good as they got. That's also, not coincidentally, why Gwen and Harry's first impressions of him in college were that he was rude little jackass).

So by the time he's in college and finally has a social life, literally everyone is used to him being a flake.

Which isn't to say that's the only way he's keeping his secret.

Here's the first of a few attempts to tell people exactly who he is.

Peter has a habit of telling his friends the truth they need to hear you see. Sometimes when he's delirious, sometimes when he's not, like here at Gwen's birthday party.

Or here when he's finally resolved himself to stop ruining his girlfriend Debbie's life after numerous therapy sessions about how she knows he's Spider-Man.

But that'll never be the end of it! He can't just out himself to the people he loves! No! He just made Gwen cry! Think about what this would do to May! So he does things like going to Hobie Brown to help him sucker the gang back into blissful ignorance.

Or walking back his reveals the second someone doesn't take them seriously.

After all, if it's fixed her and she doesn't suspect a thing, why bother telling her the truth? Yeesh. She goes on to write a book about it, it’s very funny.

But you get my point. Peter gets both very good at keeping his identity secret and is very wary of actually telling anyone over the years, to the point that just about the only people who knew leading up to the Civil War reveal were Mary Jane (don't you love a friendly neighborhood retcon?), the Fantastic 4, off again/on again dead or dying Harry/Norman Osborn, and Black Cat.

Otherwise it’s just people with superpowers or extenuating circumstances ENTIRELY out of his control that find out, like when he gets ambushed by Serial Sniffers like Wolverine and Daredevil. Or when he gets outed by his gooey ex Venom after it oozed onto Eddie Brock. Or the occasional psychic like Cyclop’s and Jean Grey's time/dimension adrift fail-son Nate Grey.

But this is a post about Peter and Aunt May, so let's get back to that before I run wild and free on another tangent.

3. Aunt May has had so many opportunities to know his secret. She finds his costume in his room!

She's literally seen a whole doll made of web fluid in his bed! She faints immediately of course, it was the sixties, but what does he do? Does he say, "Oh Aunt May, I'm so sorry I've been lying to you for awhile, I'm actually Spider-Man"? No! Of course he doesn't! He lies about why the hell there was a webbing doll in his fucking bed!

But why does she believe him?

Because it all comes back to this.

If Aunt May knows three things, it's that Aunt May knows her nephew.

Aunt May knows reality.

And Aunt May knows that she HATES Spider-Man.

Wait what?

Yeah! Aunt May hates Spider-Man, go figure. That rotten motherfucker is the cause of so much grief in her life. Why is Peter getting hurt? He's taking pictures of Spider-Man. Who's always causing trouble in the Daily Bugle? Spider-Man. She's set to marry Otto Octavius, and who shows up to ruin it? Spider-Man. George Stacy died, orphaning Gwen?! Spider-Man! GWEN DIED? SPIDER-MAN, SPIDER-MAN, SPIDER-FUCKING-MAN!

She hates him so much that she pulls a gun on him. She fires it! There's a BKOW effect and everything!

Let that sink in. Not only is this the only time Aunt May has ever used a gun in the main continuity, but it's pointed at him. In her purse you'll find petty cash, some important documents, her change purse, a cooking utensil or two, and Aunt May's Glock For Spider-Man.

To me, Aunt May not knowing and not wanting to know is an important part of the character because her not being able to square these two things she knows are true in the same round hole makes her even more compelling. Peter Parker is her frail nephew who she loves more than anything in the world and Spider-Man is singlehandedly the largest, most destructive cause of stress for the Parkers. If her finding out isn't a shock, if it isn't negative, then something is wrong with the reveal.

Because you can't tell me that this woman finally coming to terms with the fact that Peter Parker is Spider-Man is going to be a peaceful affair. That she'd know and just be waiting for him to tell her.

This is a woman who hates and loves with a passion. Peter is her son and she's going to do what any good mother would do if they found out their kid is actively putting himself in harms way and lying about it to their face. Fic culture and games like Insomniac's Spider-Man, LOVE to smooth over all of her edges. She's the perfect, prim, caring Aunt May with infinite patience and a penchant for dramatic reveals. Can she be sad? Sure. Happy? Always. Worried about her nephew? No problem. Sometimes she can even be disappointed.

But angry? Not the perfect mother? No we can't have that, what about our feel good narrative? God forbid if she occasionally bites Peter the way he bites everyone around him! That would sully the message!

I don't know. I've spent the past five hours typing this up and finding my various images. Section 2 had to be cut way down because I can't hop across 12 more runs looking for the way he let Harry get trucked off to a mental hospital or how he burned Norman's goblin suits to keep him from relapsing from his amnesia and revealing his identity.

Long story short. Let May kill a man. Let her have a reaction less tepid than gasping out how proud she is of Peter. It's what makes those moments when she starts harassing Jonah and the Bugle feel so much better. It's why it's so cathartic to see them finally reconcile. Smooth Aunt May has never and will never hit the same.

[allthingsfangirl101]

Hypothetical – Glen Powell

I walked through set, my eyes focused on the tablet in front of me. I went through my checklist to make sure all actors were dressed and ready to film.

"Hey, Y/L/N!"

I looked up to see Glen Powell getting ready for his scene. I wrapped my arms around the tablet and smirked as the assistants sprayed him down.

"What's wrong, Powell?" I asked, fake-pouting.

"This is your doing," he said, pointing his soaked finger at me.

"Hey," I said, putting my hands up in defense. "I just design the costumes. I had nothing to do with the decision of having you drenched from head to toe."

"But you enjoy it," he smirked.

"Sure, I do," I shrugged, catching him off guard. "I enjoy you being miserable."

I sent him a mocking pout before turning on my heel and walking away. I didn't sit and watch the scene. I never do. Instead, I focused on finalizing a few costumes.

This isn't the first thing I've worked with Glen on. My first big job was as the costume designer for Scream Queens. It was a lot of fun dressing the girls in unique and expensive-looking clothes.

I wasn't assigned to focus on the boys' costumes, but I often helped the woman in charge when she was falling behind or running late. Occasionally, I helped finalize Glen's costumes.

As they filmed, Glen and I interacted more and more. But it wasn't in a friendly way or even in a flirty way. It seemed like the only way we ever interacted with each other was through sarcastic or insulting comments.

What's weirder is the fact that nothing he said ever embarrassed me or hurt my feelings.

"Y/N, wait!"

I turned to see one of my assistants running toward me. "What's wrong?" I asked, ignoring Glen's eyes on me.

"We have a slight problem. . ."

"What problem?"

"It's with Glen's outfit."

I walked over and stood in front of Glen. "What did you do?" I asked him.

"Nothing," he shrugged. "Other than freezing my ass off and looking fine as hell in this outfit, nothing."

"You're welcome for that," I scoffed, turning back toward my assistant. "What's wrong with his outfit, Emily?"

"His skin is wet, but the fabric doesn't look wet," she pouted out. I turned back toward Glen and examined his shirt.

"How have you been applying the water?" I asked, not looking away from his flannel.

"The spray bottles," she said, anxiously playing with her fingers. I walked over to the table of my supplies and grabbed what I needed. When I returned to them, I dumped the bucket of water on him.

"There you go," I said, handing Emily the empty bucket. "He's wet now."

I jumped when he blew air out of his mouth, making water spray out at me. "Thanks!" He said sarcastically. I sent him a wink before walking to some of the extras. As I checked their outfits to make sure they were appropriate for a tornado, I felt someone's eyes on me. I looked over my shoulder to see Glen still watching me.

* * * * *

I worked on the extras as Glen and Daisy filmed their scene. I added a few final touches to each extra before they entered camera view. The actors were rushed into the theater as water sprayed and things flew in and out of frame.

I was briefly distracted as I watched the fake trolley speed towards Glen. He fell to the ground and was pinned.

"Tyler!" Daisy yelled as she chased after him. She fell to her knees and acted as if she were struggling to get the beam off Glen.

"Watch out!" Glen yelled as a piece of the water tower fell. "You go to get inside!"

"I'm not leaving you!" Daisy yelled back.

"Kate," he said, changing the tone of his voice as the water tower began to fall.

Just then, Anthony wedged a piece of wood under the bean and helped Daisy get Glen. Once they got him out, the water tower broke and water came rushing out at them. They jumped up and ran into the theater.

"Cut!" Lee Isaac yelled. "Great job, guys. Glen, you okay?"

"Yep," he laughed. I couldn't help but notice his eyes search the crew before landing on me.

"Y/N," Lee Issac said, turning my attention away from Glen.

"Yeah?"

"Can you add fake blood to Glen's pants after the make-up team works on his leg?"

"Of course," I nodded. I turned and went to my table. I grabbed the paint and a few paint brushes. I stayed at my station as the make-up ladies touched up his make-up and added to his leg.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Glen joked as he walked over to me.

"Oh, believe me," I scoffed, "I wouldn't wait for you for longer than thirty seconds. You're not worth it."

"Neither are you, darling," he smirked.

"Good to see we're on the same page." I grabbed my paintbrush and knelt in front of his legs.

"Well, damn, Y/L/N," he laughed. "Never thought I'd have you in this position."

"There's not enough money in the world for me to be in this position in the way your dirty mind is envisioning," I instantly shot back as I started painting his torn jeans.

"You'd be so lucky," he said, his voice deep. I stood up, not realizing how close we were.

"I'm a lot luckier, a lot more than you know."

Something on set broke, the sound echoing throughout the studio. Whatever broke just happened to land near us. On instinct, Glen grabbed me and moved me out of the way.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, his arms still tightly wrapped around me.

"Yeah," I said shakily. I looked up and realized we were too close. I knew I should back away, but for some reason, I didn't. "Are you okay?"

"I am perfect," he smirked, "as always."

"You are far from perfect, Powell."

"Right," he elongated. "We can't all be as perfect as you, Y/L/N."

"You said it," I smirked.

"You sure you're okay?" He asked, slowly letting me go and scanning me.

"Of course," I nodded. "Thank you."

"Anytime," he smirked. "Can't have the only woman who knows how to properly dress me getting hurt on the job."

* * * * *

I took Glen protecting me from the accident on set to open my eyes. It was something that once you realize it, you can't un-realize it. And once you realize it, you can't just go on living life normally. I walked into his trailer, my heart in my throat. It took him a second to realize I was there.

"Y/N," he said slowly. "Are you. . ."

"I have a hypothetical for you," I cut him off.

"Okay."

"Hypothetically," I shakily started, "a woman who has loathed you and relentlessly mocked you for what you do walks into your trailer. . . and tells you she actually loves you. . . What do you do?"

I held my breath as I waited for him to say something. Anything. I wanted to run away. I wanted to leave and never come back. I wanted to erase everything I've ever said to him and every time we've ever interacted with each other.

I was about to run when. . .

"First," he said slowly, "try and start breathing again."

"And once you start breathing again?" I asked, my voice showing how nervous I was.

"Well," he said slowly as he walked over to me, "I think my mind would start going through every interaction I had with the woman. I'd go over how snippy I've been, how many times I've insulted her job, how many times I've made sarcastic comments to her, and I would shudder."

"Shudder?" I whispered, "That doesn't sound. . ."

My sentence got stuck in my throat when he took a step closer.

"I would shudder," Glen continued, "because of how rude I was to her. And I would hope that she knew it was my terrible way of flirting. And I would hope that she wouldn't think I hated her."

"She doesn't," I whispered.

"Good," he said, lowering his voice. I nervously chewed on my bottom lip as he grabbed my hands and pulled me closer. He studied me for a second before leaning in and gently pressing his lips to mine.

Glen let go of my hands and wrapped his arms around my waist. I pressed my hands to his chest as our lips moved in sync. We broke the kiss when both of us were out of breath. At first, I waited for him to break the silence. When he didn't, I did.

"So about that hypothetical," I whispered. Glen laughed as he gently grabbed my chin.

"Not-so-hypothetically, I would be extremely relieved that you feel the same way I feel about you."

"The way you feel. . ."

"I love you, Y/N," he whispered, "and not hypothetically. For real."

I felt my face burn as he stared at me. I slightly rubbed his chest as I gathered the last little bit of courage I needed.

"I love you, Glen," I whispered, " and not hypothetically. For real."

[mizgnomer]

Behind the Scenes of The Star Beast - Part Eight

Excerpts from Benjamin Cook's Star Beast Set Visit - discussing the Camden night shoots:

Is nobody here having a bad time?? WHAT'S WRONG WITH THEM? "I had a little lull earlier," admits David, "at 2AM when we were waiting to turn over- I definitely yawned, maybe twice - but then the blood starts pumping again." Wrap isn't till 3AM. David lives across town. Isn't he worried he'll wake up his family when he gets in? "Listen, the kids are at Davison's," he says (this is Fifth Doctor actor Peter Davison, who happens to be David's father-in-law), "so I'm full of beans. Oh, and sugar. Do you want some?" He's bought a churro from a market stall that's stayed open because it's very much in shot. "You can have more than that." He breaks me off a bigger piece. "The sugar rush will do you good." He offers the director [ Rachel Talalay ] some too: "Go on, Rachel, you deserve it." "Are you doing OK?" she asks him. "Yeah! Sugar! I'll move on to the Yorkie bars next. I give not a fudge at this time in the morning." He claps his hands, dusting off the sugar from his churro. "But are you OK?" "I am at this moment," she says, waving to some fans. "Tomorrow at 4:30AM I might not be. Ask me again then." "You do get a lot of love from the fans, don't you?" says David. "In a tiny way, which is just lovely. I mean, I'm not you," she says, with a laugh. "I love hearing them scream for you. But I'm not used to any of this. And… I think it's stopped raining." "OK, here we go," says Scott. "Let's go for one. Stand by then, folks…" They go for another take. And another. When I catch up with Rachel later – much later, it’s October 2023, and she’s chatting over Zoom from her home in Vancouver – we’re five weeks away from The Star Beast airing on TV. “I didn’t know quite how well the episode was working,” she says, “till my family watched an almost-finished cut. I came downstairs, and my two girls were crying. It was like, oh, OK, this does work! And on a much, much deeper level too. To have them go, ‘We knew it would be full of joy’ – which I think it is – ‘but we didn’t expect it to be so emotional,’ that was very satisfying. It was an emotional time all round.” It was. In more ways than one. Which is something that Rachel wants to talk about – here in DWM – for the first time publicly. “I think I can now,” she says, “because I’m close to two years in remission. I will be this month. Two years in remission. And Doctor Who really helped heal me. Directing Doctor Who while I was only a couple of months post-chemo.” A deep breath. “I had lymphoma,” she explains. “I’d been in chemo for seven or eight months. I wasn’t sure if I was going to survive. Then I was offered The Star Beast. I thought, I’ve got to do this. I didn’t tell anybody I was sick. I hadn’t told anybody except very close family. And I didn’t tell anyone on Doctor Who till I was there long enough to say, ‘Look, I’m well enough, so I don’t want you worried about me.’ Because, frankly, I don’t know that they’d have wanted to hire someone who might not have made it through the shoot. I totally get that. That’s fair enough. [...] “I could not have been surrounded by a more supportive crew,” says Rachel. “The best crew in the world. When I realised, it’s all night shoots, I thought, oh god, and I’m two months post-chemo. But that crew – David especially – made those night shoots so fun. It’s weird now, because I look back at the pictures – like that lovely one of me and David you published last issue – and that was my chemo hair. I was just getting my hair back. But I got healthier and healthier, stronger and stronger, as the shoot went on. When I got back to Canada, the doctor said, ‘You’re a poster child for how well someone can do after chemo. This is what people are capable of.’ “But it’s just what you do,” she reflects, “isn’t it? – when you love Doctor Who in your heart so much. There was no better place for me than Doctor Who.”

Additional parts of this set are in the #whoBtsBeast tag. The full episode list is [ here ]

[sitp-recs]

Hi! :)

Could you please do a funny/witty/bantery rec list?

Looking more so for writing tone, but dialogue would ofc also be okay!

Thank you so much x

Hi there! I have a reclist for witty!Draco, but here are some witty fics I really love. They are such fun reads I remember exactly which scenes made me laugh out loud. In terms of writing tone, 4 authors whose sense of humor always hit the mark for me are astolat, shiftylinguini, blamebrampton and iota. Enjoy!

Tense by Faith Wood (E, 3k)

Harry and Draco have sex. Very, very slowly. Seriously, this is, like, 3K of penetration.

Never Gonna Give You Up by InnerLilith (E, 5k)

Five times Harry rickrolls Draco and one time Draco gets him back.

Game On by @pennygalleon (T, 5k)

Draco blows Harry a kiss and the press goes nuts. Harry suggests they use this to their advantage.

Matched Set by astolat (E, 6k)

“No one asked you to look, did they?” Draco said, eyes glittering and intent on Harry’s face—like he’d just wiped off the years and turned back in time to when their greatest ambition in life had been to knock the other off his broom in front of the school and grab the Snitch first, before they’d both gone to war and come back with scars.

Up The by @shiftylinguini (E, 7k)

“I feel I need to point out,” Draco kissed gently over Harry’s Adam’s apple, “that this is the most Gryffindor approach to conception that could possibly exist.”

draco malfoy's substitute murder service by @oknowkiss (E, 10k)

When Harry joins the Curse Breakers shortly after his twenty-fifth birthday, he’s surprised to find himself assigned to the Department of Creatures, Cryptids, and Associated Calamities.

The Loathly Worm by Selden (E, 12k)

When Draco Malfoy is forced to go undercover among the remaining Death Eaters in the aftermath of the war, the last person he expects to find there is Harry Potter.

Party of Two by fireflavored (E, 13k)

Drinking, sex, and a total misreading of the concept of fuck buddies.

keep it down, orphaned (E, 13k)

Malfoy’s an inconsiderately loud roommate and Harry’s over it.

An Act of Kindness for One Harry Potter by a Sympathetic Draco Malfoy by 0idontknow0 (E, 15k)

As Draco leaned on the wall to wait for them to get dressed, he could not help feeling like he had done a very kind thing by disrupting them. Someone should give Potter a better rogering than that sorry sod had. The man had saved the bloody world—okay, mostly Europe—the least someone could do was give him a proper shag.

Stupid Love by @the-sinking-ship (E, 17k)

Harry Potter, how does Draco Malfoy hate thee? Let me count the ways.

Heartlines by @sorrybutblog (T, 22k)

Just as Draco Malfoy's life seems to be getting back on track, the magic at Malfoy Manor is spinning out of control. Auror partners Harry Potter and Angelina Johnson are assigned to the case and quickly find that nothing about the situation is obvious. The flare ups are unpredictable at best, downright dangerous at worst, and why has a Hogwarts first year gone missing at the same time?

Little Red Courgette by blamebrampton (T, 31k)

When this season's purple courgettes are woefully thin, Draco Malfoy thinks it amounts to small beans. Next thing he knows, the Department of Standards is over-run with leeks, Brussels sprouts all sorts of legislative difficulties, and somebody appears to have put a roquette under Harry Potter. Can Draco seize a marrow victory? Or will his plans for peas be squashed?

Clouds That Veil the Midnight Moon by @drarrytrash (E, 36k)

According to Harry’s personal narrative regarding the incident, he’d hooked up with Draco Malfoy for purely self-destructive reasons, or out of convenience, or by some unlucky accident. Looking at him, sprawled in the moonlight, Harry is devastated to recall that he’d hooked up with Draco Malfoy because he’s hot.

Bite Me, Hate Memes by pir8fancier (E, 44k)

Draco Malfoy is incensed to realize that someone is trying to usurp his position as the premier Harry Potter hater.

Rookie Moves by peu_a_peu (E, 75k)

Aurors Potter and Malfoy crack the case.

The Liars Department by @dorthyanndrarry (T, 103k)

This is a story about Harry meeting up with Draco Malfoy four years after the war. And a story about Harry, well, not hating his job per say, but it's not like he has much to compare it to and it seemed fine. His whole life seemed fine. Then Malfoy came along with and his flashy suits and fast car making everything seem dull in comparison, and Harry... Harry couldn't just leave well enough alone.

[electrozeistyking]

Hi, I really like making little personalized references for characters I like when I get into things! I do this to figure out how I wanna draw them, and is a recent-ish development that I haven’t done a lot, but I really like character design and thinking about them! So I made some for Siffrin. How fun!

DO NOTE THAT THIS WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR LATER PARTS OF THE GAME. I did obviously tag it as such for the sake of others and it will be further down, but I figured I’d still warn you just in case. <:3

Now, without further ado, here’s “reference one!”

I’m personally gonna be using this in conjunction with Siffrin’s actual reference sheet (which I refer to as “notes” in mine!!) to make sure he look his best! I also wanted to make sure they’re “in line with canon,” yet still in my style and in a way I can be proud of.

Which isn’t that hard, since I’m usually always proud of my own work. I just like my own stuff. <:3

Due to the brim of his hat allegedly being bean-shaped (teehee), I thought it’d be fun if I carried that over to his torso/body. It’s not noticeable with a cloak in the way, nor when Siffrin’s standing straight up. Basically, the bean shape would only be revealed in certain poses.

(Coming up with that also made me say “Whoops! All beans!” out loud about Siffrin, btw.)

Additionally, I like giving characters is their own set of fangs. One character I draw has a gap between them and the rest of their teeth, one has prominent ones to make them more cat like on purpose — and for Siffrin, I decided to give them rounded ones.

I usually make fangs razor sharp, because I really like big ol chompers like that, so them being round is definitely a very unique thing for Siffrin to have. Well, at least at first.

I’m also a really big fan of certain design elements sticking around after something wild happens to characters… which brings us to “reference two.”

Well, if you’re not gonna be able to find any good references for this version of Siffrin, you might as well make your own, right??

The major thing I wanted to do with this Siffrin was to have him still feel like himself, but also give him somewhat of a unique design in comparison — by playing up elements I noticed during this scene.

Making this Siffrin feel as giant as they are was important to me. I went ahead and made their hat, face, hair and cloak longer. Made their shoulders broader, had them hunch over so they’d practically loom over everyone. Trying to appear smaller while still being an obstacle. Wanting everyone to stay here. Wanting their family.

I noticed that a lot of Siffrin’s hair seemed a lot more angular here, so I felt it crucial to use those shapes, but going a couple steps further and using them for his face as well… primarily his mouth and chin, of course. Which meant replacing those rounded fangs I gave him with a full set of sharper ones.

(I also wanted them to look like they’re too big for Siffrin’s mouth, so two of them — well, four? — will always peek out/fall past their lower lip. It’s like their teeth are not a comfortable fit whatsoever and it makes talking feel weird, but they manage.)

(They stick around after Siffrin “reverts back” or whatever we’re calling it. He never gets his round fangs back, but at least the ones he has now serve as a reminder that he got to the end. Might take some getting used to, though.)

(I also tried making their brows look a bit more angular? Can’t tell if they really come across that way.)

ANYWAY, I THINK I SHOULD STOP HAHAHA. I could go on and on all day, but I got other things to do and I think I’ve already explained enough! Just know that I get a kick out of putting love and care into character thoughts and designs. <:3

[sepublic]

What’s further absurd about Camila being more of a mom to Hunter than Luz in fanon is that. Camila and Hunter have two(2) solo interactions across the entire show and it’s Hunter kneeling to Camila to say thanks and her telling him not to do that, and then her pulling him out of the water. Thats it, the scenes transition to Hunter and Gus talking or the group worrying about Hunter. But then we see Camila interact with Luz at the end of the episode, in fact she has MULTIPLE interactions with Luz that episode and in general!!!

Meanwhile Darius is right there, he was mean to Hunter once, but he made up for it in the same episode by validating Hunter, looking out for him, giving him a way to talk to his new friends! He worries about Hunter in Hollow Mind. When the kids reunite with their parents, Hunter has nobody until Darius shows up.

And if y’all can forgive Eda for being immature with King a few times in S1, you can do the same for Darius. If you can forgive Alador’s abuse and neglect towards his kids by embracing their forgiveness, Darius is nothing. Darius is basically the only adult to actually talk to Hunter directly besides you know who and Eda, but that was twice and she was making fun of him the first time. Raine also showed concern but I barely see that dynamic.

It’s insane because it’s not enough that Hunter needs love from an adult for these people, they need it to be Camila’s love specifically!!! Despite Luz’s entire arc and the show in general being kicked off from Luz feeling like her mother didn’t love her enough by sending her to that reality check camp. Oh, Hunter needs someone kind for him because of trauma? Luz also has trauma, S3 has her go on a thinly-veiled suicidal rant.

Istfg I see Camila and Hunter more than I see Camila and Amity, and at least Amity is basically her daughter in law, plus it’s Amity getting away from her two abusive white parents. Meanwhile people denying Darius are demonizing him for being a black man who was mean once.

He’s not even Luz’s brother, and I’m sure part of the insistence of Camila as Hunter’s mom is an extension of that; Except the ‘Siblings’ dynamic between Luz and Hunter is inaccurate and exaggerated, esp in favor of Luz and King or Vee! We see so much fanart and fanfic of Camila just hanging out with Hunter even casually without angst, but not her own blood daughter.

Like yeah maybe it’s fun to explore the two-month period in the human realm and how Camila was the only adult these kids had; But people continue to hype her up as Hunter’s mom in settings outside of that timeframe!!! We see Luz come out to her mom and everything, we have her being raised by her mother! And Camila taking care of Hunter would not suck so hard if Luz wasn’t completely overshadowed, if Hunter wasn’t everywhere and inserted into everything! With fans insisting Hunter’s a Noceda and NEEDS to be in group photos like that, insisting on joint custody as if Luz and Camila don’t have that much of a relationship with Hunter to begin with and Darius is sufficient, crying about how he deserved more in the finale! Boohoo.

I’m gonna be real here, Hunter fans are the weakest link in this fandom despite being the most prevalent at this rate. They’ll rather make up stuff for him to talk about than acknowledge other characters, or even take other characters’ moments to give to him; Like remember when Luz had a nightmare sequence where she was dressed in Belos’ clothes and felt the weight of everyone’s accusations, and then some fanartist made a piece of that happening to Hunter instead??? I have to see Camila hugging Hunter while he wields String Bean, who is Luz’s Palisman when Waffles is right there without a confirmed creation date, so they could’ve easily been shortly after the finale!!!

It is SUCH an admission of envy and unconscious racism that y’all need to take traits and moments that belong to other characters and give it to your white boy to enjoy them, instead of enjoying these characteristics with the characters they actually belong to! And don’t make this about you and how you personally aren’t consciously racist or whatever, because this is about a group trend and PoC should not have to bear the burden of screening every individual of guilt. And yeah it is racist, hell it’s basically the Mammy archetype where a WoC is expected to prioritize her white charge over her own child.

And don’t even try to argue you’re innocent because you’re a PoC, PoC are just as capable of white favoritism and I speak from experience! For chrissakes everyone we’re snappy about this because being gentle about it has never worked for PoC. If you feel upset by this than actually do something about it and learn instead of wallowing in self pity or even denying it.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Fellow watches a Drama Club production and joins them either because Vil Ortho ask or because he decides their performance needs the Fellow Pizzazz. “Let’s make it fun! That’s what theatre should be.”

… I couldn’t resist joining in the joke about how Fellow and Gidel’s localized names are their fake identities to dodge the police 😂

Fun fact, the buff student I mentioned in this interaction is a reference to Beans Day II; in that event, Vil earns the respect of physically intimidating mob students by beating them up www

So tell me, do you wanna go?

There was, Fellow noticed, a commotion in the courtyard as he and Gidel passed it.

Hmm? What's this?

Fellow waved his hand at Gidel, signaling for the boy to crouch down. Together, the two scrambled into the hedges to observe the scene.

Professional lights and cameras were set up, and the students swarming the perimeter bore clapboards, makeup palettes, brushes, and watches. Others were centered, having traded their school uniforms for new attire—sumptuous suits and glittering baubles. The fine metals and jewels caught the sunlight, winking at Fellow. His gaze snapped to them.

Jackpot!! Those must be worth a chunk of change.

“CUT!!”

Fellow balked at a stern bark cutting through the light hum of activity. Beside him, Gidel made to cover his own ears.

A slender young man with his golden locks pinned into a loose bun had come into focus. He slapped a rolled up script against an open palm, his beautiful face—one that had graced several glossy high fashion magazine covers and TV screens—twisted in disappointment. One withering look from him, and a blanket of silence fell over his peers.

“What was with that subpar performance?!” Vil demanded. “I expect better out of you potatoes.”

“S-Sorry, Schoenheit-senpai,” a mob student stammered an apology, “but I don’t see what I did wrong? I thought I played the conman flawlessly…”

“And therein lies the issue!” Vil countered, pointing his script at the mob. “You assume because your acting was flawless, you played the character correctly? Nothing could be further from the truth!

“The conman is meant to be highly slimy and suspicious, not inconspicuous. He is overly familiar, talkative, and invasive. I felt none of that from your portrayal. It was too safe and squeaky clean.”

They’re distracted, Fellow realized, a smirk slowly forming. Now’s a good time to lift the jewelry from these brats.

Keeping low to the ground, he slinked out of hiding. Gidel crawled after him, following Fellow’s lead.

A light touch of magic was all it took for a brief levitation spell. It was just st enough to make the trinkets float off of their fingers and wrists and to the ground—he didn’t have enough strength to bring them directly to him. Instead, the duo picked up the pieces, stashing them in their jackets and under their hats.

As Fellow was dropping a silver band with a sizable diamond into his breast pocket, a soft voice from behind met him.

“Those are fake, Fellow Honest-san, Gidel-san.”

“H-HIIIIE!!”

He yelped louder than he had intended to. Gidel’s eyes blew wide in alarm. Suddenly, all the students were staring at them.

The diamond ring tumbled from his fingers and onto the lawn. It landed at the heeled feet of the fearsome director. Vil paused mid-lecture, frowning as he retrieved the prop ring.

“… My, it seems we have uninvited spectators.”

“They must have be curious about the Film Research Club’s work!” Ortho suggested with a giggle. The android hovered over Fellow and Gidel like a specter, his eyes as bright as the blue flames he called hair.

“They appear more like thieves looking for an easy mark to me,” Vil scoffed, handing off the ring to a nearby mob student. He returned his attention to the intruders, both his expression and tone glacial. If looks could kill, Fellow would most certainly be a dead man walking. "Aren't you bold for showing your faces here after what you tried to pull. Ortho, you're far too kind to them."

"Hehe. I wonder if it's fair to call it kindness, Vil Schoenheit-san." Though Ortho's mouth was hidden from view, the way his eyes creased implied he was grinning. There was no innocence in it. "I did point them out to you."

"Hm? Club leader, Ortho-san, you know these guys?" a mob asked. "They friends of yours?"

"Friends? Hah!" Vil's laugh was cold and cruel, like that of a scorned lover. “No, nothing of the sort. We met them some time back, and they gave us… trouble, shall we say. And given that they're sneaking about and pilfering goods, I'd wager they don't have the proper permissions to be on school grounds."

“Huh? You punks givin’ aniki trouble?" a student built like a barn muscled his way to the front of the group. A murmur rolled through the others, some shifting to wall off route of escape. A few stepped forward, as if readying themselves for a brawl. Vil was their queen, and they, the huntsmen at his beck and call.

Fellow paled. Gidel gripped onto his trousers--Fellow could feel his little balled up hands shaking. There were too many of them and not enough of him, nor his magic.

"H-Hold on now!" he protested. "Can't we talk this out?"

His begging fell on deaf ears--until Vil held up a hand. His club members stopped in their tracks.

"You have a minute to explain yourself. If you fail to convince me, we will remove you from our campus. You'll have to go through the typical application and approval process to be allowed in."

"Eeeeh~ So kind of you, Vil Schoenheit-san," Ortho chuckled, echoing the dorm leader's word choice from earlier, "offering them a get-out-of-jail-free card!"

He folded his arms, giving a tight-lipped smirk. "I am not so easy to convince."

We'll see about that! Fellow set his jaw, the grip on his cane tightening. Since this kid already knows about my usual trick, I'll have to wing it with just my charm...!

He mustered up all the strength he could into his smile. "That's where you're wrong, my good sir! It seems you folks have made a grave error."

Vil arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow.

"You've mistaken me and my companion for other people! These... Fellow Honest and Gidel folks," he explained with the wave of his hand. "You see, we are not Fellow Honest and Gidel! We are...!!"

He removed his top hat, tossing it into the air. A shower of glitter and confetti rained down as Fellow and Gidel spun theatrically. He caught his hat on its descent, capping it at a jaunty angle on his head as he posed, leaning back on his cane. Gidel whipped out his oversized hammer, attempting to do the same (but stumbling over an untied shoelace before righting himself).

"Ernesto Foulworth and Gino!"

There was a beat of quiet. That moment felt like forever to Fellow--he could hear his heart thundering in his chest, blood violently churning in his ears.

"... Let's kick their asses," someone declared. Ugly shouts of agreement rang out.

"Bzzzzt!" Ortho formed an X with his arms. "Mission failed, game over! Now it's time for the punishment game."

"Hold on."

At Vil's command, the mob students froze, as if spellbound. Fellow would have been impressed had he not been preoccupied with cowering.

"Oooh! Intervention from the Game Master," Ortho marveled, delight sparking in his voice.

"Schoenheit-senpai? You don't really believe these guys, do you?"

Heheheh, of course he does! This Fellow Honest-sama is a genius at acting!

"... Of course I don't," Vil said (smashing Fellow's self-confidence like a toy he was no longer interested in). "No one with a half decent head on their shoulders would fall for such a clear ploy."

"Th-Then why...?!"

"Because we might have a use for them," Vil replied coolly. He pointed a dagger-like finger at Fellow. "Highly slimy and suspicious... Overly familiar, talkative, and invasive... He's the ideal conman for our production!"

"Hey, you just insulted me three times over!!"

"Now that Vil Schoenheit-san mentions it, it's true. Fellow Honest-san has all of the traits of the conman character in our script. It's a 98.9% match!"

"Of course I’m correct. In fact..." Vil tossed Gidel a glance. "There’s a young but well-meaning henchman in the story as well. Considering the strong off-set dynamic between our two newcomers, it could translate well on-set.”

"Whoa, nice thinking, aniki!"

"This will really make the film stand out."

"Vil-sama always has the best ideas."

"Oi, are you bastards listening to me at all?! And don't make decisions about me without my say-so!!" Fellow cried out indignantly. "You think I'm going to lie here and take you kicking me while I'm still down?!"

"Oh? Should I take your protests as an indication that you would rather be escorted off the premises?" Vil asked. "If so, that could be arranged."

"Why's it that my only options are between that and helpin' out with your crummy flick?!"

"You are the trespasser here. I think that speaks for itself." The Pomefiore dorm leader clapped his hands. "Make your choice quickly, then. We haven't much time."

"You just don't get it, do you?! I don't... I can't...!!"

Because I'm not a star. I was never meant to be one.

He couldn't say it. Couldn't admit it out loud.

Gidel tensed, hugging his guardian's arm. It was a warm, comforting gesture but—

The corners of his eyes burned, frustration knotting his throat. His breaths ran dry, ragged.

"... Fellow Honest-san." Ortho lowered himself to meet him at eye level. He was softer now, sweet—almost like a pixie. “You don’t need to worry. Vil Schoenheit-san is a great coach. He can teach you many valuable lessons.”

“He… can?” He sounded small, doubtful.

“Yes! I’m a product of his teachings,” Ortho chirped. “He taught me that if you don’t try at all, there’s a 0% chance you’ll succeed. But try anything and it’s possible for even a 0.01% to become 100%.” The android exchanged a proud look with Vil. “Heheh~”

“Heh,” Fellow scoffed. “Optimistic of ya, kid. Real optimistic. Not sure if I buy it though."

“… Do you doubt my skills? Or is it yourself you don’t trust?” Vil snipped back. "This, coming from the same man who claimed that anyone can become a star?"

"That was obviously a lie!"

“Perhaps the meaning behind it was—but I trust that your feelings weren’t.” The steel in Vil’s voice softened. “I am a skilled actor. It is simple for me to discern when others are putting on a show—but I know… you weren’t acting back then. The excitement and reverence you held for the stage was very much real.”

“…!!” Gidel suddenly leapt, standing up on the balls of his feet. He yoinked Fellow like the man was a tooth that needed to be pulled out.

“Whoa, Giddie! What’s gotten into ya?”

The young boy shot him a pleading look. Then he tugged again. Understanding set in.

“You want me to join,” Fellow whispered.

Gidel nodded firmly. His cheeks puffed with determination, and he returned to pulling.

Listen to them. Give your dreams another shot! he silently screamed. In his eyes, a hopeful sparkle.

A memory erupted in sharp colors and sounds. Him, indicating the stage as its lights kicked on, velvet curtains pulling back. The visitors, their breaths held in anticipation.

"On this shining stage... anyone—yes, even YOU—can be a star!" he had bellowed. Bright-eyed, heart racing. Eager for the next performance, full of dance and song, jubilance and freedom.

Where had that version of himself gone?

A visceral longing twisted in his gut. Admidst that fog of pain, a rebellious thought rose up.

That’s right. I want to be a star too. With all my heart, I want to be a star…!

Fellow choked out a shaky laugh. “… Yeah. Yeah, alright. What the hell, count us in.”

“Hmph, that’s the spirit.” Vil turned to his club members. “There you have it. We’ll resume with the production after a 10 minute break. Ortho, see to it that they are fitted and ready for filming.”

“Roger!”

Vil clapped once more, and the courtyard was set into a whirlwind of motion, students peeling off in different directions. Ortho floated over to Fellow and Gidel with a warm smile.

“Welcome aboard the Film Research Club! Please come this way for a full-body scan. I will be taking your measurements to ensure that the costumes are laser-cut to your figures!”

“You don’t have to tell us twice. Let’s go, Giddie!”

“!!”

[justsillyyapping]

Audhd headcannons for Selwyn Kane because Im avoiding life.

He walks a thin line of overstimulation and understimulation. it's either too loud or it's so quiet he gets hella paranoid. It's either too bright or so dark he can't sleep. Either fully dressed out, long sleeves, hair down, or tank top - maybe just his binder if he's with Nick or Bree, and shorts, hair up. Either he needs to be encompassed and swallowed whole or he wanted to explode when something is touching his skin, including his skin.

He also walks a thin line of sensory seeking and sensory avoiding. The wind on his arms? Hell no. He shaves and wears long sleeves for a goddamn reason. Blasting music at full volume into his Merlin sensitive ears? Hell yes. He'll consume 7 different types of media when he's bored, but can't step on tile without socks.

My boy just says shit. Unless he's around like...an adult in the Order, shit just flies out his mouth. Half the time he's "being rude", he's just saying what's on his mind. It's not an insult, it's a fact.

He is the definition of literal thinking. He got chastised for rolling his eyes in class when really he was making and breaking eye contact really fast. Yes he makes a lot of metaphors and is very sarcastic, but that's because HE knows what he means. He was once told to spill the beans and he just stared very confusedly at the person and walked away. Someone said face the music and he very awkwardly turned towards the speaker.

As a kid, he would watch those "how to make people like you" videos and take notes. Nick found one of his notebooks and didn't even have it in him to make fun of him.

He's an expert in masking.he doesn't exactly know that's what he's doing, he just knows what he is and isn't meant to feel or do. Every person with Autism or Adhd just kinda knows, but...it's the Order. Noone had given any thought about anything until after the war was over, and even so, there are no therapists for Merlins.

Speaking of no therapists for Merlins, I headcanon that Nick definitely went to therapy a couple times when he left the Order, so he sees the way Selwyn acts and actually understands. Selwyn and Nick and Bree have late night conversations basically giving eachother therapy.

Speaking of that, there's a folder in their room with a bunch of T-charts separating different emotions and how to identify and cope with them, because Selwyn has a hard time identifying his emotions, and the emotions of others.

For all his arrogance and asshole demeanor, Selwyn actually has really high empathy. He cries at sad cats on Instagram. Since it's so hard for him to know what he's feeling, all his emotions are projected onto everything. The 3 had a movie night and half of the night was Selwyn tearing up at a 5 second scene of a sad dog and he burst out crying and Nick and Bree were trying to comfort him.

He NEEDS a routine and a set of rules to follow. After he left the Order, his entire operating system just....shut down. It took awhile for him to get a new routine and realize he didn't quite have to follow the Orders rules anymore.

But he also can't do the same thing everyday or he'll explode. The Order got this fulfilled by having the missions be s broad it wasn't the same thing every day.

Part of the reason he was such a good Kingsmage was because of how black and white his mind worked, and how the Order took advantage of that by not only providing a traumatized neurodivergent kid structure and both long and short term goals, but a system of work and reward, that Selwyn could easily understand and believe.

He has money spending blindness. he'll save all his money just because he knows he'll step into a shop and then spend all his money, or he'll go online shopping and spend his entire wallet and stuff he forgets he even ordered when it shows up at his doorstep.

Often, Bree and Nick don't go on public restaurant dates with Selwyn, because it's so miserable for him to do so. Don't get me wrong, he enjoys it, they all do, but Selwyn had to lock himself under the covers for a bit so he didn't crash out after. It's so loud and you can smell EVERYTHING and half of the date was Selwyn zoning out. The 3 had a conversation about it.

Instead, dates that include Selwyn are usually walking around or staying in or something more private. If they do go out to eat, it's planned. No surprise dates for Selwyn, to an extent. He'll get told "We're going on a date this week" and the surprise is when.

Speaking of no surprises, Selwyn once had a birthday thrown for him and he had a panic attack and threw up. icon. So, Any surprise party is more ur gonna get a party in one of these 3 days the surprise is when.

Selwyn actually does own ear defenders, His mom got the wrong size for him when he was a kid, but they fit him now. He was bullied out of wearing them, but he starts wearing them out after some encouragement from Bree and Nick.

Selwyn used to be hyperverbal, he yapped his moms ear off as a kid. he came out the womb and babbled for hours untill he went to sleep. He was speaking full sentances at 2,with fancy ass long words.However, he was known for shutting down and going non-verbal as he grew older. If Selwyn and Nick didn't learn sign language for training, They would've learned it so Selwyn could speak without words.

However, Selwyn will still go on hours-long rants with his partners once they reach that stage in the relationship. Bree and Nick now know alot about identifying plants and random animal facts.

Nick and Selwyn used to have arguments in ASL.

Selwyn has safe foods. And his safe foods depend on what he needs. Overstimulated? Plain shit. Understimulated? energy drinks and a shit ton of sugar.

Selwyn pulls at his hair, and he used to chew it before he got it beat out of him. Nick has seen his fair share of Selwyn tweaking out over grades, rocking back and forth with his head down, tugging at his hair and laughing maniacally. His mother tried to get him in therapy because she was concerned about why her child was screaming and tearing out his hair because "The line on my socks isn't lining up!!" He masks this by running his hands through his hair when he feels he needs to tug it.

He is a picker. Scabs? not for long! His nails may look nice and groomed, but trust me, he just has a nail file in his pocket. He bites and chews his nails and fingers in private. Merlins don't really get A LOT of acne, but when he did it took forever for it to go away because he wouldn't stop picking at it. There is always something bleeding on his body.

He just collects everything. There's a drawer in Bree,Nick, and Sels (shared) room and just has random trinkets in there. There are rocks in his pockets. He collects leaves and plants and shit. There are normally flowers and leaves in Nick and Brees' hair once they get official and comfortable. Everyone thinks they do that to each other but no, Selwyn will just come home with his pockets full of plants and shyly put them in their hair because he thinks Bree and Nick are pretty and the plant is pretty so obviously they should go together. It makes sense. Before, he would just stare at them with clear intent to do something while gripping the plant. It took a bit for the 2 to figure out what he was trying to figure out how to ask.He saves candy wrappers he thinks are pretty or reminds him of people. He saves pencils that people give him but don't take them back. He collects random shit off the floor and that's just with him now.

He has vocal stims. It's usually whatever he's hyperfixated on at the time, or a part of a song over and over again. he quotes brainrot audios he thinks are kinda funny or are just stuck in his head because Nick thinks all brainrot is funny and keeps showing him. One time he did like 5 hours worth of homework while repeating "The Sun is a deadly laser" in the bedroom the whole time while Nick and Bree were watching a show. Bree was confused and was about to say something and Nick was like "no he just does that sometimes don't interrupt him he's locked in." Nick and Bree know better than to mention it, because he'll get really embarrassed and shut down.

His most common stims are bouncing his leg and pacing, because he can do those without getting the "I know what you are" stare from others. In private, he rocks back and forth and taps on things in patterns. Once, in their childhood, Selwyn and Nick were waiting in like a really long airplane line and he was just tapping on Nicks arm the whole time. He'll twirl his hair and twist his jewelry. he feet are fucking around in the air when he lies down on his stomach. He hand flaps when he's happy and around Nick and Bree.

Nick always kinda knew Selwyn was autistic(Selwyn figures in out years later and Nick is like "you didn't know?"), and while Selwyn just kinda accepted there was some shit he was doing that wasn't what "normal" people do, he could do it around Nick. It's part of their bond that kept them from truly hating eachother.

I have way more but I promised a post today so here it is 😋

[akawardteenagesideshows]

greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you too much by sending in such a random ask. may I please have a romantic matchup for a slasher/dbd?

I use they/them pronouns and I’m pansexual. my myers briggs type is INFJ and my star sign is taurus.

Im about 4’11..not to happy about it. I’m kind of introverted, and can be considered not a people person. I find life a little nihilistic. I’m into dressing in all black and taking a liking to gruesome and morbid things like slashers, analog horror, death games, true crime documentaries, poetry, necromancy and anatomy. I typically consider myself a "gorehound". I also like to visit abandoned hospitals and houses just for fun, along with playing quite a few escape rooms. I just have a genuine comfort in the uncomfortable.

I get a lot of monikers from friends and family like "discount vomitboyx", "doomer boy", and "daria" before. I’ve come to the conclusion I just scare people off. In reality, I’m intimidated by everyone around me and find it hard to start conversing, which may or may not come off as rude to people.

when I become comfortable with someone I start to become really sarcastic and joke around with them with witty banter. most of my humor comes off really insulting, but I’ll apologize and say it’s a joke if it becomes a problem. even though I do have a hard time understanding physical social cues.

lots of people don’t like me or stay away from me because of my rude behavior. I’m not good with overly sensitive or overly annoying people at all because of that, and I can’t stand kids. Idiocy can get on my nerves too sometimes. I’m a huge animal person though. I have my moments where I can get really feisty, or very quiet and closed off. I’ve been told I’m also a laidback person. I’ve also been told I never know when to quit, and I find I hold grudges for certain things.

I’m the type of person that has lots of opinions on things but I keep them to myself and bottle them up. If pushed far enough I’ll become unforgiving, and aggressive. especially with the types mentioned above.

I find the most comfort in just being in my room drawing, listening to music ( motionless in white, deftones, system of a down, slipknot, rob zombie,,, sometimes the brobecks, insane clown posse, jazmin bean or mother mother, etc. ), or even occasionally playing video games, reading (mostly greek mythology), writing, or talking about a random conspiracy theory I have. I do acting in my spare time as a small hobby too.

I’m a plushie maniac and when I fall asleep you can always see me cuddled up to one of them. I find it because I’m really touch starved. Im also a caffeine addict, and I’m guilty of being very submissive and maybe even masochistic- and a bit of a pyromaniac. I dissociate or daydream a lot, so you can often catch me starring.

I suffer from a handful off mental and physical syndromes like add, insomnia, asthma, depression and anxiety. These have all been diagnosed professionally, and I’m definitely not trying to make myself "quirky". unfortunately health problems run in my family.

I’m very fidgety, and often bite the inside of my cheek or bounce my leg rapidly. you don’t need to rocmantasize this stuff ofc, but I think it’s good to know so the person can tolerate me.

you do get to this, thanks for your time.

Hihi!! Thank you for the request !

Let’s seeeeeee….

I would pair you up withhhhhhh

Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson / The Ghostface from Dead by Daylight!

Why He’s a Fit for You:

Danny thrives on gore, true crime, and the thrill of the hunt, so your love for slashers, horror, and the macabre would genuinely excite him. He’d love how you embrace the darkness rather than shy away from it.

You feel at home in abandoned places and eerie settings—so does he. Exploring forgotten asylums and crime scenes would be his idea of a perfect date, and he’d love that you’re into it, too.

Danny has zero patience for whiny, naive, or overly sensitive people. The fact that you’re also put off by them would make him see you as a kindred spirit. He’d be more likely to open up, knowing you won’t judge or baby him.

Though he wouldn’t admit it, Danny likes physical affection—just on his own terms. If you’re comfortable with teasing and play-fighting, he’d make a game out of pushing your buttons before pulling you into his lap. Expect him to poke fun at your plushies, but don’t be surprised if you catch him stealing one to keep for himself.

He’d find your interests in writing, acting, and mythology fascinating. He’d love listening to your conspiracy theories and might even play along, making up wild stories to mess with you.

Danny thrives on intensity, and the fact that you don’t shy away from your interests, flaws, or darker thoughts would intrigue him rather than scare him off.

There would be without a doubt a LOT dark humor, playful antagonism, and an understanding of one another. He’d admire your sharp mind and willingness to embrace the unsettling, while you’d appreciate his chaotic but oddly charming nature. Beneath all the teasing and games, there’d be a mutual comfort, an understanding that neither of you has to put on a mask (except for him, literally).

Danny would immediately be drawn to you. Not in the typical “easy target” way he’s used to, but in a huh, this one’s interesting kind of way. He’d see you as someone who doesn’t flinch at the macabre, someone who isn’t easily shaken, and that intrigues him.

At first, he’d probably approach you in his usual way—charming but with that off energy, waiting to see if you’d scare off like most people do. When you don’t, and instead return his snark and sarcasm, he’d realize you’re fun.

The fact that you’re introverted and often avoid people? Even better. That means you’re not someone who needs constant socializing or validation—he likes that kind of independence.

He lives for your sarcastic, sometimes insulting humor. The more you challenge him, the more fun he has. He will push buttons, but he knows how to read when to back off (or at least, he figures it out after you clock him once or twice).

Expect a lot of unconventional dates. Breaking into abandoned hospitals at night? Sneaking into crime scenes just for the hell of it? Maybe even taunting cops from a distance? Peak romance in his book.

He’d probably make a game out of trying to scare you, only to get disappointed when you don’t scream. (“You’re no fun, y’know that?” “Maybe you should try harder.”)

Late-night drives with loud music, windows down, and nowhere to go. You two would blast Rob Zombie, Slipknot, or Deftones while talking about conspiracies and urban legends.

If you dissociate or stare off into space a lot, he’d use it as an opportunity to mess with you. Snapping his fingers in front of your face is a personal favorite.

If you struggle with sleep (insomnia), he’d get used to you being awake at weird hours and might just randomly text you creepy things at 3 AM just to see if you’ll respond.

You’re touch-starved? Oh, he loves that. But he’s a tease about it. If he realizes you crave affection but don’t outright ask for it, he’ll hold back on purpose just to watch you squirm.

But when he does give in? He’s surprisingly clingy—hands always finding their way to your waist, neck, or playing with your hair. If you’re curled up with your plushies, he’d casually throw an arm around you, acting like it’s no big deal.

If you’re naturally submissive, he’d absolutely take advantage of that, both teasingly and otherwise. He lives for seeing you flustered or watching you bite your lip when he gets too close.

He’s not good at emotional vulnerability, but he’d appreciate the fact that you don’t force him to talk about things he doesn’t want to. That being said, if he ever sees you bottling things up for too long, he’d push—not in a comforting way, but in a “C’mon, I know you’re pissed. Just say it already.” way.

You both hold grudges, which means fights can get nasty. If you two really get into it, expect days of stubborn silence before one of you caves. He’s petty and so are you, so it’s just a waiting game to see who breaks first.

If you’re ever too quiet or withdrawn, he might get a little frustrated. He doesn’t like feeling like he’s talking to a brick wall, so he’d try to provoke you back into engaging.

He hates feeling ignored. If he thinks you’re pulling away from him emotionally, he’d act like he doesn’t care—but inside, it pisses him off. Expect more “accidental” run-ins or cryptic, slightly threatening texts if you start shutting him out.

He’d steal your plushies just to watch you get annoyed and make you work for them back.

If you have caffeine addiction? He’ll absolutely weaponize that by dangling a coffee in front of you and making you earn it. (Whether this implies something smutty is up for you)

He’d secretly admire your artistic and writing skills but would never outright say anything.

If he ever saw you fidgeting or biting the inside of your cheek, he’d casually grab your chin to stop you.

He has zero patience for people who annoy you. If someone gets on your nerves, he’d either mock them until they leave or just straight-up make them disappear. (“Oh, they bothered you? Huh. Weird. Haven’t seen ’em around in a while.”)

Danny is a huge tease, and he loves that you’re naturally submissive. The second he catches on to how flustered you can get, you’re doomed.

He’ll get real close just to watch you squirm—whispering in your ear, running a gloved finger along your jaw, and then pulling back like nothing happened. “Aww, you look like you were expecting something. That’s cute.”

He lives to see you beg. Not necessarily in a desperate way—he just likes having you under his control, waiting for him to give you what you want. He wants you to want him.

If you ever try to turn the tables on him, good luck. You might land a teasing comment or two, but he’ll always flip the situation back on you. He thrives on chasing, cornering, and overwhelming you.

You know that mask? Sometimes he keeps it on just to mess with you. “What’s wrong? Can’t take me seriously with the mask on?” Then he yanks it off, and his sharp grin is so much worse.

He’d grab your chin roughly and tilt your head up if you avoid eye contact. He loves eye contact—it tells him everything about what you’re feeling. “Nuh-uh. I wanna see that expression.”

If you bite your lip around him, expect instant consequences. He’ll drag his thumb across your mouth and say something like, “Careful with that, sweetheart. Might make me think you’re trying to start something.”

He has a thing for hearing you gasp. He’ll get close fast just to startle you—one second, he’s across the room, and the next, he’s behind you, fingers skimming over your throat. “Jumpier than I thought. Cute.”

Danny likes knowing you’re his. If he ever sees someone flirting with you? Oh, he won’t get angry—he’ll just make sure they regret it.

He’ll leave marks on purpose—bite marks, scratches, anything to remind you that he was there. And if you try to cover them up? “What, embarrassed? You should be proud, sweetheart.”

If you ever try to deny wanting him, he’ll prove you wrong. Slow, drawn-out teasing, making you admit it before he gives in. He needs to hear you say it. “C’mon, use your words. You can do that, right?”

He has zero tolerance for competition. If someone so much as thinks about taking you from him, they mysteriously vanish. You’ll never have to worry about dealing with annoying people—he takes care of it before you even know it’s a problem.

Despite his teasing and rough demeanor, Danny does take care of you afterward. He likes knowing you’re still his even when things settle down.

He’s not soft about it, but he’s attentive. A hand on your back, running fingers through your hair absentmindedly.

He’ll let you cuddle into him after—pretending to be annoyed, but you know damn well he likes it. “Clingy, aren’t we? Fine, I guess I can stay a little longer.”

If you fall asleep curled up against him, he’s not moving. He’ll stay, watching you for a while with that same wicked smirk, completely satisfied.

[anachronistica]

a carnival night to remember?

Life in a domestic discipline relationship is far from ordinary, but every now and then R reminds me how much magic can exist within our dynamic. Saturday night was one of those unforgettable moments. Let me set the scene for you. A date night at home, transformed into our private carnival. Yes, it was as fun as it sounds.

He told me to shower and get dressed, and while I was doing so he went to set up. When the date was ready, he came to "pick me up" from my room and walk me to the date. My jaw dropped. R had gone all out. He’d set up carnival games in a spare room with ring toss with glass bottles, a balloon and dart game, knock over cans game using bean bags, and even a small scale skee ball game . The faint sound of carnival music played from the Bluetooth speaker. The whole vibe was adorable.

But, I wasn’t exactly modest in my outfit. I mean, we were at home, and he said he wanted me to look a little sexier than I am typically allowed otherwise. Let’s just say the gray romper I had on wasn’t exactly conservative. It clung to every curve, and the way it rode up didn’t leave much to the imagination. R noticed, of course, but he only smirked, and the occasional grab here and there. 

The night started off lighthearted. We played the games, and I managed to win a few rounds (okay, maybe R let me win a couple). There was laughter, mild competition (I'm not competitive at all to be honest), and a whole lot of banter which everything a good date night should have. He had prizes for me and everything.

But if there’s one thing about R, it’s that he knows how to keep me on my toes. Just when I thought the evening was about to wind down, he bent me over the table. No punishment, just needed to get off.

We hadn’t even finished the last game. I barely had time to process before I was face down on the table, my heart racing. R doesn’t play around when it comes to our dynamic, and moments like these are a reminder of how powerfully connected we are. Freeuse is a cornerstone of our relationship, and while it might not be everyones cup of tea, for us it’s a natural expression of trust and intimacy. Anyway, I ended up dragged by my hair to the bedroom.

Afterward, he pulled me close, brushing my hair out of my face and kissing my forehead. That’s the thing about R, he can be strict, but he’s also endlessly kind to me. He makes me feel cherished in ways I never thought possible. He doesn’t just enforce the rules, he builds a life for us that’s full of love, laughter, and, apparently impromptu carnival nights.

By the end of the evening, I was blissfully happy, curled up next to him on the couch watching a show on Hulu. Nights like these remind me why I chose this life and this dynamic - because even with all its structure and discipline, it’s a relationship built on care, passion, and a whole lot of creativity.

To anyone wondering if a Patriarchal 24/7 D/s or Domestic Discipline relationship can be both intense and tender, I’d say this: it can be whatever you and your partner make it if you put the effort in and commit to living this permanently and seamlessly. For R and me, it’s about balance - rules and romance, discipline and goofiness. And if that means the occasional carnival date night ending in the most unexpected way, I’m more than okay with that.

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2025-06-09

Bloggers only write multiple incoherent posts about manufacturing when they're very distressed (lying I love doing this)

Listening: I have been trying to shut my brain off at night by crowding it out with music, so Fornax Void's Cyberspace Database album, a huge number of business themed ambient electronic tracks. Fornax Void is a weird group, some like. NFT stuff that they also just let you download? I don't know. Good tracks, very much the evil twin of Businessfunk

Reading: Some Vaclav Smil chapters, mainly an older one Eating Meat: Evolution, Patterns and Consequences because I came across it while looking up some feed conversion numbers for reasons. I've been on an industry kick for some reason.

Smil's take on animal industry is very interesting and I need to read some more of his stuff. I mean he's good in general. But in particular he has an oddly even hand when it comes to animals in this one? He points out that even if you completely discount eating chickens, they're really good at making eggs.

Watching: I ran Jupiter Ascending for my beloved friends at Bad Movie Night and it's so much worse than I remember from watching it ten years ago.

I was vaguely expecting it to be like, a badly written but technically well executed movie, because it's the Wachowskis! They made The Matrix! But no! It's shit!

Our protagonist doesn't fucking do anything, the wolf man does the same space battle four times, sean bean, is here, they don't even lean into him being half bee. Everything is so tremendously Wattpad Original Fiction. Somehow the CG looks cheap despite being incredibly detailed and well done. Lighting in greenscreen scenes comes from nowhere, and a lot of the scenes are greenscreen scenes. It isn't even that horny!

Playing: Deltarune is out and I am near the end of Chapter 3, I have orra qbvat gur F-enax ebhgr. V whfg orng gur Qnex Znagyr zvavobff juvpu. Jubbs. Gbhtu svtug! V ebyyrq n qvr gb qrpvqr jung V qvq naq V whfg fgnegrq va Puncgre 3, V'yy tb onpx naq qb Pu1 naq 2 ng nabgure gvzr orpnhfr V qvqa'g srry yvxr ercynlvat nyy bs gung naq V Qb Abg unir zl Qrygnehar fnirf.

I also got Skyrim VR which is interesting. Thus far I have mainly been setting up the necessary mods to make it play like a halfway real VR game, which takes a lot of doing but is getting there! It's really impressive once you get it all up and running. Skyrim is decidedly not designed for VR, there's so much menuing, so a lot of the VR mods are built around creating easily accessible quick menus, gesture interfaces, and skeumorphic inventory.

Making: Finished the silk pillowcase! Not that much actual sewing time but I lost track of it for a solid month in the middle. Pinning an aligning silk is a pain in the ass but on the plus side it's so slippery that it's hard to tell where you've fucked up.

Also! Went to the Prauge v Dublin Roller Derby match, which was fun, heard about it from a coworker. I did spend the first half scrolling wikipedia to figure out the rules but it's a good sport.

Tools and Equipment: Bleach Spray is really good at handling small build-ups of mold, but watch out.

[luxaryllis]

My Friend

Note: I'm back!! I wrote this fic for @twst-charity , which is a Twisted Wonderland-themed charity drive for Palestine. Please do check it out and donate!! Their pinned post and blog in general has a lot of information, and they also have contributor sign-ups open as well! I really hope you guys can support in any way you can!

Here's the link to donate and send a request as well! The whole thing works rather similarly to giving a commission, except you simply have to provide a proof of your donation and then give your request.

Anyways, this is a fic focused on Rollo and the donor's oc, Robin! Fic is under the cut. I had so much fun writing this, especially since this was my first time writing for Rollo. Hopefully I can also get to work on other requests for the charity drive and the requests on my inbox as well! This is also full fluff so no warnings from here!

Chatter and laughter fill the cafe, filling the area with a lively and bustling atmosphere. The smell of coffee beans and freshly baked pastries waft through the air and easily excite the customers piling in. The door jingles lightly with every person walking in, and people all converse together happily. Groups of friends, couples, families, and even those alone are enveloped by the welcoming ambience of the cafe.

The bells jingle again, prompting the servers to enthusiastically thank the two people who were leaving. Rollo and Robin step out of the warm cafe, a cold breeze greeting them as soon as they step outside. Robin takes a small sip of his hot chocolate, smiling happily at the toasty feeling it brings to him. The shorter boy lets out a small hum of contentment as the hot beverage smoothly goes down his throat.

“Mmmh! Thanks for treating me, Rollo. This cafe really is good!” Robin grins up at Rollo in happiness and gratitude. Rollo only nods, using his handkerchief to cover his mouth a bit. Rollo’s voice is slightly muffled as he speaks from behind the cloth, “Of course. It’s my pleasure. This cafe is known for its authentic traditional food from Fleur City, so I thought it best to show you the richness of Fleur City’s culture.”

The two start to stroll together by the sidewalk, a peaceful silence between the two friends. A few butterflies flutter over, making Robin giggle slightly as he watches them fly about without a care. The butterflies then proceeded to fly away, the whimsical wings fluttering off. Just as the winged insects flew out of view, a small drop of water fell on Rollo’s shoulder, making him pause and look around to see whoever or whatever made the water fall on him.

With that one droplet of water, came another. And another. Until drops of rain were falling from the sky. Robin lets out an exclamation of surprise, not having anticipated it to start raining. It’s somewhat evident that Rollo didn’t expect it either, if his annoyed mutters into the handkerchief fully covering his mouth mean anything. The two quickly run back to the cafe, stopping just outside and taking shelter under the extended roof. Rollo heaves a sigh of relief and pockets his handkerchief, looking at Robin who was trying to dry his slightly damp hair.

Robin lets out a small chuckle and quickly downs the rest of his hot chocolate, setting it by the table nearby. The two take a seat and watch as Fleur City becomes a rainy wonderland. While it was a mundane and normal sight to Rollo, who has lived in Fleur City his whole life, it seemed almost like a life-changing experience to Robin. There was just something so beautiful about how the raindrops fell and made puddles in the ground, rippling with every drop that fell. How the petals of the flowers outside would bend a bit when a drop would fall on them, and how the bright sun still shines despite the rain and darkening clouds, making a wonderful scene.

Such a stunning sight should definitely be captured on camera.

The younger boy takes out his camera and turns it on, looking through the viewfinder of the camera. Robin squints in concentration as he fiddles with the focus and zoom rings on his camera, trying to find the best way to capture the wondrous moment. Rollo watches on in slight confusion, but doesn’t say anything just yet. He knows when someone needs to focus, and photography is a delicate art that requires all concentration. A shutter and click sound is heard, and Robin looks at the photo he took. A bright grin grows on his face as he sees the picture.

“Rollo, Rollo! You should take a look at this!” Rollo blinks a bit and leans over curiously, looking from above Robin’s shoulder to see the picture. It was just a standard picture of Fleur City raining; it wasn’t anything extraordinary. While Fleur City was a beautiful sight, was it really worth taking a photo of it while it was raining? It’s still the same city, after all; it’s not like there’s any change to Fleur City as it rains. The same buildings, the same flowers, the same people.

And yet... when looking at it through Robin’s camera, everything seems brighter, almost mesmerising. Rollo was used to the sight of Fleur City, though he loved his homeplace very dearly, but even he didn’t expect to see this beautiful sight. The camera caught even the smallest of details, and it was so wonderful to see that such a moment was perfectly captured and preserved. Rollo forces himself to hide the small smile growing on his face, but lets himself release a sound of affirmation and pride. “Hm, you did well. A beautifully taken picture. The beauty of Fleur City truly shines with this...”

It was rare for Rollo to give praise to anything or anyone, and is more seen showing his disdain for things more than anything else. Robin blushes a bit and sheepishly grins, puffing out his chest a bit in confidence, “Hehe I’m glad you like it! Oh! How about I print it out for you? You really like Fleur City, don’t you? I can print it out as a keepsake for you or something.”

Rollo blinks a bit in surprise, “Really? You would?” He pauses and hesitates a bit. His pride and ego is telling him not to accept it; after all, he shouldn’t seem so vulnerable in front of others. Especially not after what happened last time. He swore to himself never to let his emotions truly get the better of him. He’s been forgiven by the NRC students, but he’ll never forget their faces and the faces of the people who got hurt because of him. But then... it’s Robin.

It surprises him how kind Robin is, and he feels almost taken aback when Robin nods happily, his big grin brighter than even the sun. Rollo sighs in defeat, “I would like that. Thank you…”

Robin lets out a celebratory noise and keeps his camera. “I’ll print it out when I get back and give it to you, then!”

It was so surprising sometimes, how Robin can be so sweet to someone like Rollo. Rollo knows he can be too much. He knows he’s done so many things that are wrong. No matter how much he works, he knows he might never truly make up for it. He doesn’t understand how Robin, who has been so exposed to magic despite having none himself, can be so caring and understanding. How can Robin be so kind to him? Rollo is rather sure that, after what he’s done to Robin’s friends, he wouldn’t even want to be associated with him.

Rollo breaks the peaceful silence between them as he softly speaks, “Why? Why are you so kind to me?” Robin blinks and tilts his head to the side with a confused expression. “Hm? What do you mean by that?”

The older boy sighs and tries to explain, “I mean... certainly you should feel some sort of disdain towards me, shouldn’t you? It’s a wonder that you’re so kind to me. So why? Why are you…?"

“Huh?! Hey, don’t say that, Rollo! Why am I so kind to you...? Well, I guess it’s because it looks like you need a friend!” Robin musters up a kind smile to his companion. “I don’t see how it’s so special, though, but I’d be very glad to be the friend that you need!”

A friend… Rollo’s had close acquaintances before, maybe some people he’ll confide in sometimes, but he’s never really thought of anyone as a friend. After the incident with his younger brother, after he swore to himself to eradicate all magic in this world, he’s never had someone he can truly call a friend. He tries to keep his blush and smile hidden behind his handkerchief, muttering to himself as he averts his gaze.

Yet Robin thinks of him as a friend. Are there people out there who think of him as a friend too? Perhaps not, not with his terrible temperament. But Robin seeing him as a friend is a big surprise. Or, knowing the first year’s friendliness and kindness, maybe it isn’t so shocking.

“I don’t deserve someone as amazing as you…” Rollo mumbles out softly, his voice muffled by the handkerchief over his mouth. As Rollo watches Robin hum in confusion, asking what he just said, he swears to himself to not make the same mistake he made last time.

Robin makes him feel like a normal person again. Like he isn’t just Noble Bell College’s Student Council President. Like he’s just another person. Like he didn’t actually do so many terrible things in a fit of rage and revenge. Like he’s just a friend to someone. It’s hard to muster up the words to describe the warmth he feels, and Rollo’s pride and ego just can’t let him express his true feelings. Not now. Not yet. For now, he can only manage to say what he’s always wanted to say in his head.

“Thank you, Robin. You’ve saved me, my friend.”

[pansexy-choices-the-sequal]

Meet my “It Lives in the Woods” MC: Angel Kang

Maiden Name: Angel Tuong.

My OG self-insert MC XD.

Pronouns: Any pronoun

Sexuality: Panromantic Demisexual

Loves: Art, ballet, his friends, his pets, and Andy

Nicknames: Ang (by everyone), Babe, hot stuff, spousey, hubby, wifey (by Andy)

Backstory:

They’ve always been fluid in their gender. They’ve never had a singular specific label they default to when it came to their identity, they were just always fluid. They love being a guy, they love being a girl, and they love being a non-biney fine-y. It’s impossible to misgender this bean

They presented masc when they first met the gang, so for the longest time all the guys thought they were a cis dude. The girls only knew Ang was AFAB because they’d use the girl’s bathroom together at school

When the boys found out Ang was born a girl - think the Voltron scene when Lance found out Pidge was a girl XD

Haven’t 100% worked out their family dynamic yet. I don’t know if I wanna give him accepting Asian parents or model their parents after my stereotypical high standard Asian parents XD

They’ve never physically transitioned nor do they plan to. They’re blessed enough to have a relatively flat chest and they attended voice lessons to lower their voice naturally, because of this, they like to switch from their fem and masc voice depending on the day to change how they present.

Fun/General Facts:

High functioning autistic

Vietnamese immigrant

Knows English, Vietnamese, and ASL

HUGE simp. Like he’s picked up so many new hobbies, skills, and interests to try and impress the people he’s crushed on. I canon that He had a crush on Andy when they were kids and picked up skateboarding just because Andy said he thought it looked cool once XD

Loves learning new random hobbies in general. The whole thing where everyone was picking up new skills during Covid is just an everyday thing for this man

His favorite hobby is art. He’s a traditional 2d artist (painting, drawing, etc.) His hands are almost always stained/covered with some kind of art material from a new project he’s working on (most often charcoal, ink, graphite, and paint)

Has absolutely zero consistent style. He dresses in everything from punk goth to cottage core to dark academia.

He dresses masc and feminine depending on how he feels - fuck toxic masculine standards

Grew out their hair because they like having it braided and played with, but they used to wear it short

Outside of the random sports he picked up to try and impress crushes, he doesn’t get much exercise in. The only physical activity he picked up that stuck with him was ballet which he started when he was 7

They only started working out after the incident with Noah because they felt terrible that Andy could carry them if they were in trouble but they couldn’t return the favor when his leg was busted

Total workaholic - homie forgets to eat and drink water because he gets so hyper fixated on what he does XD

Pretty confident flirt. Until the person flirts back, then they’re a blushing mess.

Life after the Series:

Will update after playing “It Lives Within”

Personality: A complete dork - a romantic, intellectual, dork, but a dork nonetheless. Very tender hearted and unbelievably forgiving - almost to a fault. Used to keep to themselves unless explicitly invited out to join/do something - Kind of timid a shy in that sense - they never really had the courage to make plans with anyone. This obviously changed a bit after the gang got back together and grew closer, but outside of the group they’re still kinda introverted. Super confident in the way they present, but they struggle to set boundaries for themself which has led them to being in uncomfortable situations before; they struggle to advocate for themselves in general. They’re just terrified of burdening people or coming off as annoying, so they have trouble communicating their problems.

Despite this, they’re definitely the mom friend. They take it upon themselves to make sure everyone in their friend group is alright and have someone to talk to. They’d sacrifice themselves and the universe for the people they love in a heartbeat - they just couldn’t get themself to take Jane’s place because they’d have to leave Andy.

‘Note: This baby is definitely my favorite MC and I’ll be adding to their lore as time goes on

My late official entry to @choicesmcappreciationweek Terrific Heros

[burtonsdoodles]

Children of Earth watch status: Day Three ✔️

My Random Torchwood Thoughts that no one asked for…

First off… those contact lenses - boy have they downgraded since Martha had them in Reset. Second, How many people have worn those same pair of contact lenses? I mean, I’m not a wearer of contacts but it feels kinda gross that Gwen wears them and then immediately gives them to Lois being like - there you go, they work great, your turn. Ewww. Also, do they have multiple pairs of these contacts or is it the same pair thats apparently been worn by Rhys, Gwen, Ianto and Jack, presumably, during their respective explorations of having “a bit of fun”? Because again, if so, ewww.

It’s always been the case, but again, Ianto, an absolutely undervalued LEGEND! Not only did he save everyone in ep2 with barely any thanks (which had involved saving Gwen and Rhys from their failed rescue attempt and freeing Jack from his imprisonment in the block of concrete!) he then finds them a new base of operations, gets all the essentials no one else thought about but needed - food*, coffee, toilet paper, a new wardrobe for everyone because there’s no way he’s having them save the world in those shabby-assed clothes. (*Though, that being said, if he hadn’t have gotten the food, he likely would have gotten his thirty minutes with Jack… so he kinda shot himself in the foot there getting those beans.) He knows shorthand. He thinks about his sister - dudes on the run and actively being hunted by government black ops, but still goes out of his way to make sure his sister knows he’s alive… I love him - and I can’t handle the fact I’ve only got one episode left with him. Ianto, I value and appreciate everything you do!

Speaking of Ianto’s sister - I love her! I wish she’d have existed prior to s3 because I just want to see more of her and her little family on their chaotic yet unified again the establishment council estate. And I certainly never expected to love the husband as much as I do - he’s brilliant! And there’s still time for something shady to happen, I trust no one in this series, but I thought he was going to be the usual antagonistic in-law who shows nothing but contempt towards to main character they’re unfortunately related to - but he absolutely isn’t. I love him in ep2 as he helps hide Ianto’s communications to Rhiannon, then later gathers his army of chavs to storm the surveillance car and hide her leaving to meet up with her brother, and then in ep3, where he’s set up a daycare for the kids on the estate - just doing his civil duty… for a profit. I love it, I love him, this series writes some really well developed and interesting characters.

I want Ianto and Lois to be friends… but I fear neither are making it past the next episode… oh god, I’ve only got one episode left with ianto 😭 it hurts every time I remember! 😭

The scene where the team is embracing their criminal status and swindling the public out of their money and valuables… I’m watching and thinking, there some thick consumers on the streets of London - Ianto’s got a bludgeon face, which fair enough there could be any number of innocent explanations and one should not judge and he at least has the whole I have been your waiter for this evening vibe about him… but who the hell is giving their bank card to Jack?!? He’s in a tracksuit! It’s not even a trendy tracksuit either! I’m pretty sure he’s still got dirt on his face! I guess it’s commentary on the in-observant consumer… or jacks 51st century pheromones are just very effective.

Ianto’s “so… one day, you’ll see me die… of old age” comment was uncalled for - and I mean specifically, the “of old age” bit! Since ep1 they’ve been foreshadowing his ep4 death, yet this felt the most heavy handed and signpost-y because hahaha the irony is he’s not making it to old age. Ianto is a pretty practical dude, who has seen a lot of death and is very aware of the dangers of his job - there was Canary Wharf, Suzie, lisa, the cannibals, Suzie again, the end of days, Owen, tosh, Owen again, the Daleks and so much more. He knows the risks of the life he’s chosen and I imagine him as someone who is prepared for anything but still takes each day as it comes. Plus there’s the slightest pause before he says it which makes it stand out more. He could have just stuck with “one day”, it didn’t need the specification of “of old age” to get the intended affect once you know what happens on day four. I just think it’s too on the nose for the sake of foreshadowing and emotional impact… and am I being overly critical of this tiny moment that isn’t actually that big of a deal? Yes, yes I am. Is it because I don’t want to watch Day Four? Yes, yes it is!

I don’t want to watch Day Four!! 😫

LB :)

[levaluq]

Pt. 1 of making aesthetics for some my fav show characters + all fun facts I know abt them + opinions or headcannons (idk)

why? Bc I want to 😌

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Adding name and definition

Fun Facts:

— full name is Doraline Panfilia López Márquez

— birthday is september 12, 1992

— zodiac is virgo

Opinions:

I feel like Dora might’ve grown like… insecurities or smth in the ‘Dora and Friends / DAF’ series. She’s gotten a lot more calm now if you couldn’t tell. like idk how anxiety works, or js something like that because of how she acts. Not in a bad way

I think out of her friend group (Naiya, Kate, Emma, Alana, Pablo) her closest friend is between Naiya and Kate. Literally any story Naiya got from her abuela, Dora knows, and their bond is js 😊😊😊.

With Kate, they’re very similar. Kate is energetic as Dora was, and definitely friends as kids like shown in the ‘Dora the Explorer / DTE’ series. Kate kept her enthusiasm, while Dora kinda lost some of it from influence I’d say? Kate would be her go to person. I’m DAF, they kinda cling to eachother. Like in that one pirate episode (We Save a Pirate Ship!) in DAF at the end of the episode, they like cling onto eachother which is so cute. But they don’t let go of eachother, Kate is kinda like holding Dora’s hands in a comforting way. PLATONICALLY!! But still js so cuteee 🥹🥹

Dora also defends her self less, and her friend group probably noticed that. Like in DTE, Dora easily defends herself and others. Vs DAF, she’s doing that less. Yes she’s comforting her friends and stuff. And the friend being comforted is being comforted by the others too, but it’s never one specific friend being comforted. Dora would be the friend who mainly gets comforted. Not in every episode, but when a friend needs comfort, she’s usually that friend.

Example is in the episode We Save The Music, if you are able to watch it (Prime Video, YouTube Primitime, Paramount+, Apple Movies, Fandango at home), there’s that one scene where Emma and Pablo comfort Dora. I think it’s so cute ☺️ cuz D is like a little bean in the moment. The way she hugs her guitar and stuff, is kinda like her looking for comfort. Then Emma comes along to stand up for Dora with the hand on shoulder thing or as I remember. Ima js insert the scene 😃

She doesn’t defend her self. She hugs the guitar. I feel like that’s a sign she wants comfort, or she can’t handle something? Idk. But it’s t definitely means something.

There’s also this one scene in Community Garden episode in DAF (I couldn’t find the name of it anywhere). Dora’s coming back to the others and setting a book down. So she probably just walked off for a quick book break. That made me think she might get overstimulated too sometimes, which is why her friends are touchey with her. Like putting their hand on her back, or just doing some kind of physical contact. It prob helps calm her down or smth. I think Pablo and Dora also have a close friendship. I do ship them once in a while but it’s kinda of a switch sense I ship him with Kate too. Dora probably could also go to Pablo, even if he isn’t as good with comforting her. He’s trying, that’s what cheers her up. Relation ship with her twin younger siblings are sooo cute

Dora is DEFINITELY a major book work. She’d totally love PJO and/or Harry Potter. She probably also gets to sleep on time. Her parents trust her enough to let her pick her bedtime. She probably picks around 8-9. No more, small change of less. And she still sleeps with her Osito, def a comfort object.

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thaw it for that. I def might make an AU with my own cos for this fandom sense I have some already. But rip, fandom is dead 😭

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Project Flood the Scene, City 7

Article originally published by Metalcore Media Group, May 24th, 2024. MIAMI

From left to right: Norm Cannavale, Louis Lincoln, Dillon Cantu, Guy Kent, Wilson Gomez

Norm Cannavale, 32 - Drummer, Neverlanders Louis Lincoln, 34 - Drummer/Bassist, PATHETICA Dillon Cantu, 41 - Lead Singer/Guitarist/Drummer, Sound of the Silent Guy Kent, 20 - Bassist, Danger: Major Rager Wilson Gomez, 22 - Guitarist/Backing Vocalist, Danger: Major Rager

Dillon Cantu: Getting picked to speak about my experience is really flattering, especially since I'm new to this side of it. I have the most "dad years" under my belt, since I already one child each with my two ex-wives; my son Garrett is 13 and my daughter Mia is 17. I used to have a lot of problems when they were young. I was not the best parent. I fought with both my ex-wives a lot, during our marriages. After my second divorce and a trip to rehab that stuck, I decided I wasn't gonna be irresponsible and keeping having children, because I saw what all this tension was doing to my little ones, so I got a vasectomy, decided I was going to stay sober, and swore off anything more serious than casual dating. If any woman wanted commitment, I was out, because as far as I was concerned, my kids were all that mattered.

Five years ago, I lost a bet with one of my bandmates and the consequence of losing the bet was that I had to be set up on a true blind date. He made the reservations, prepaid for a prix fixe and told me to go there and wait for the other person to show up. I show up first and get seated. Five minutes later, in walks the most ethereal looking guy I've ever seen in my life, who is directed to my table by the hostess. He introduces himself as Brad. My bandmate has obviously played a funny joke on me, setting me up with a guy. We do that with each other and it's usually all in good fun. Of course, I'm not an asshole, so I immediately confess that I'm not into men, but that I'll still gladly dine with him on my bandmate's dime. He laughs about it to and is amenable to sharing my company. We had...a really wonderful evening together. He was funny and charming in a way that I found so disarming. I'd never really met a guy like him before, who could put me at ease like that. We finish up, start heading out and in the parking lot, stop to have a final few words before parting. I jokingly offer him a goodbye kiss, so at least his evening wasn't a total waste. He accepts and he puts his soft lips on mine. I could immediately feel myself getting hard.

I continued the kiss for...maybe a few seconds too long. He pulled away and made some little crack about how I kissed good for a straight guy. I put my hands around his neck and pulled him back in for a full makeout. He didn't protest. We went back to his car, then his house and then his couch. I'd never sucked dick before, but I knew with this guy, I was willing to give it a try. I tried...and I enjoyed it a lot. He did too. After another hour of pleasuring each other, I even got to fuck him. It was world-shattering. My bandmate asked me how it went the next day and I was cagey in my response, but told him that we'd actually hit it off and made plans to have drinks again. This was true, albeit I explained it to him as friends hanging out, rather than two guys on a second date, which it actually was. When I eventually did spill the beans that we were dating, about three months later, he was shocked.

Long story short, I introduced Brad to my kids after about a year and they loved him. My exes also like him more than they like me, frankly. We moved in together in our third year of dating, because I still felt that nagging voice telling me not to get too involved, since I'd sworn off marriage. I realized after a while that things were just different, being with another man. It didn't feel the same as either of my marriages, but I also couldn't see myself being with a man who didn't turn me on...and I haven't met many other men who do, beyond Brad. That was what held me back from finally proposing, but I did finally do it, on our fourth anniversary. We eloped two months later and during our honeymoon, I realized that I was ready to commit to having more children, because I loved this man in a way I have never loved a partner before.

When we got back home, we started looking into some options for reversing my vasectomy, so I could get Brad pregnant, but apparently the scar tissue is too dense for a reversal to work. I lamented my decision deeply. Brad was the one who rocked my world when he offered to be the one to get me pregnant. He's almost always a bottom and though he had topped me a few times before, it had never been more than in the heat of the moment. The offer scared me a lot. I saw how pregnancy affected my ex-wives. I had been mentally preparing for months to start being the supportive husband caring for his pregnant guy and now, I was going to be the guy instead? It required a mindset change. We had a long, honest conversation about it. I laid out all my fears: I'm gonna get fat and ugly, I'm gonna be uncomfortable, bedridden, I might not be able to tour while I'm pregnant, I'll be a burden...and he hit me with the biggest flip I've ever felt when he told me that this was nearly every thought he'd had about eventually being pregnant with my baby, when that was still on the table, and he had made peace with it. It was a transition for us both and we cried happy tears together, then went to bed and got started trying.