#keep isolating bc that’s the safe option!!!!!

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

EMG normal, not done w tests but expect those be normal n even if not, it not explain things

which. normal EMG good thing, yea. have some scary ones on own ddx that this rule out.

people be relief n happy for me n expect me feel same but. don’t have time feel that because all that feel is dread.

dread because this my frail weak last mental defense against trauma & gaslighting & internalized gaslighting “there nothing wrong” “you want something wrong” “you just crazy (derogatory).” last thing keeping me going n trying.

dread that this will (& already has) be use against me. parents already imagine future where “am” in it but am not actually in—a year three years five years later, able bodied walking talking n living independent n “finally happy.” parents encouraged to force me walk use wheelchair less speak more. as someone already with no escape from them because still severely disabled with symptoms & high support needs even if no diagnosis (some diagnosis), who already feel trapped & suffocated & hopeless with no future or escape here before this. worry life going get so much worse.

they don’t understand autism here. don’t understand stereotypical autism don’t understand not-stereotypical autism it all same coin. here see self as ultra in “not-stereotypical autism” category because autism regression include nonverbal late in life. be diagnosed by top autism place in US not matter. it didn’t it doesn’t & it won’t. for people not born nonverbal they see two option: physical muscle or vocal cord issue or psychosomatic mental illness but derogatory. its “real” in sense they supposed say that but its not real. fact that am actually mentally ill just support that more.

wheelchair bad. nonverbal bad. AAC tablet bad. no one can imagine happy life with them except me.

n no one can understand or even try to understand that those actually not what make my life utterly miserable: not have support needs met, not have communication support needs met (give me enviroment that actually feel safe use AAC then maybe will actually communicate more goddamn it), be trapped physically, be trapped mentally by past abuse with people who did that to me who currently doing that to me, have NO COMMUNITY n that there never ever ever will be any community here in person for me so long as stay here. with no end in sight. unless make one for myself. which—too fucking disabled to do that except [redacted]. which. even that, am too severely disabled thus surveillanced to do that.

not to mention those actually one of very few thing in my life give me joy right now (other joy is fiber arts. ok end of list. everything else even stuff used to enjoy is fucking chore. n even fiber arts becoming more of past time & routine than active joy)—it the only fucking thing that giving me any sort of hint of community right now (n also literally allow me do basic function in life like go places but. DIGRESS). even if it fucking small & pathetic & ironically isolating (bc my god the ableism against us. but without community will just be pathetic & isolated ALL ALONE). to advocate take it away, it incredibly cruel.

everyone expect me be able bodied neurotypical walking talking live independent n it that my personal failure not able do that because there “no medical reason” (…still have life long diagnoses but those not good enough real enough for them), faker. n just lost last mental defense against that. so yeah guess am.

dread too for what doctor going say n recommend after all this. honestly more preferable discharge me & let me go back to old life tbh.

in perfect world there be symptom management with no diagnoses & no definitive test results, that focus on work with what got, when it unrealistic or not fucking worth it try turn life upside down make “back” into “normal.” but. mm such thing not exist.

want be treat with dignity & respect & believed & agency even when don’t know what wrong & negative tests.

[katbrando]

man sometimes i can’t believe i choose to open my mouth and say words 😃 i get going and don’t shut up and then i wonder why people shy away from me so i think “hm maybe talking more will help!!” it’s literally an endless cycle i never learn!!! perfect balance is to chime in every so often and keep like 80% of what i want to say under wraps

[corybiit]

Little brainworm of the manipulative Sejanus.

Him going along with what his father wants when he grows up and goes to university, —maybe in this, he saves Coryo from being sent to the districts—only to take over and kill his father in a very Coryo move. No one knows what happened they just know old Strabo Plinth collapsed or got sick and just died. And after that when he has the power and the inheritance (and Coryo) he goes back to district 2.

He tells Coryo he just wants to have a home back there, a mansion or something and of course Ma gets to go back and he takes Coryo when things are ready and then just doesn't let him go back.

"This is your home now" type of shit, and so he successfully isolates Coriolanus, bc he's not stupid to go undermining his boy. He makes sure to hire only ppl that he can trust and that Coryo can't get a word out of the house, defenceless and without any means to go back home Sejanus makes sure to keep him safe and away from the Capitol.

We can add things like. The snows being dependent on the Plinth fortune so when Coryo lashes out Sehanus dangles that little fact over his head.

Coryo's pride about being vulnerable and asking for help not being an option so he also plays part into isolating himself.

Ma nor knowing that's happening. Bc she lives in another house and is reunited wih her family and more at ease. Also Coryo being forbidden from telling her anything bc of relatiation.

Coriolanus playing his cards with Ma still and managing to get a small visit to the capitol.

Punishment for that could be anything really, a blow to his image in some way would be fitting, maybe, idk, he cares too much about that and Sejanus has all the power.

They stay in 2 through the years and adopt kids. I just know Sejnus would love to have a big family contrary to his upbringing as an only child.

Idk, like, if we give both of them the same manipulative power I think a relationship like that would be very interesting to write. A constant battle for power.

[giddlygoat]

whatever. i keep thinking about dt17 LP and drake.

launchpad has been all over the world and made tons of friends and connections, but can’t seem to connect with anyone on a more meaningful level. i think it’s safe to say watching darkwing duck was his only constant in the time he spent traveling and he looked up to the character as a guiding light amongst all the uncertainty. iirc he was kicked out at a young age by his parents [in the classic shows at least] and honestly at this point that is cemented as part of his character for me. the majority of my LP hcs are total speculation bc we don’t have much to go off of but. i think the people who mattered to him most probably told him to get his head out of the clouds or get out of the house and the next thing he knows he’s up in them for good. isolation is launchpad’s nightmare.

drake’s autistic ass got bullied big time as a kid and darkwing imprinted on him heavily because he identified with the character and latched onto the idea that he would stand up against injustice and prevail because that’s the only option he has. he couldn’t even consider staying down after being beaten so many times, it just doesn’t register as a possibility for him. he would just get back up. he doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy who had much support at all growing up, but he still chooses kindness. you can’t separate drake from his natural inclination towards compassion. and yet ….. ! he absolutely FEEDS off attention. he’s starving for it. he just needs someone to notice him and look at him and listen to him or he will wither. he needs love and validation and respect or he becomes a shell. been there, buddy

do you think when he got the role as DW in the movie he even thought of it as a job at all. i think drake didn’t have to act. i think drake knows the character so well and embodies all he stands for to such an extreme that playing darkwing was like breathing. it’s not hard for me to imagine that drake had moments where the line between him and the character faded, and he would stand at the top of some high tower in the lonely shoes of his hero and look down at all the broken teeth and singed feathers waiting for him and it would not be this profound or unfamiliar thing. i think drake recognizes himself better in the mask.

or you know, maybe he’s a totally normal well adjusted person with no self image issues whatsoever, but somehow i doubt it.

launchpad, meanwhile. hewboy. what if your worth is inseparable from the services you provide for others? what if you give everything you have every chance you get and never ask for anything back? what if the pain and the loneliness that follows the headfirst run into the emotional divide feels more like home than any one place ever did. what if every night you watched a cartoon about a flawed and flamboyant hero who protects a whole city and never takes his mask off for anyone - except maybe a very close friend - because this silly and attractive man can provide the ultimate service on an extreme scale and still be deeply flawed and still be loved.

i think LP naturally needs to follow someone. he’s not a leader, and he doesn’t want to be one. he takes charge when he’s needed, he’s dependable and kind, he cares so much it hurts. but i think following a lead makes him feel secure. he needs to see everyone else rise into their best selves and become self sufficient and content in their lives, but he doesn’t know how to do any of that without someone to build up in turn. launchpad needs validation, especially from the ones he admires, but he’s so programmed to give that he doesn’t know how to ask for anything. i’m guessing half the time he doesn’t even know that he needs help.

launchpad has put himself apart from everyone else, not on a pedestal, but down in the well that never runs dry. he’s forgotten that being happy to help isn’t the same as never needing it.

when him and drake met i think something amazing happened. i think there were a lot of emotions but the strongest had to be relief. drake let launchpad praise and encourage him and launchpad had someone to support and take care of, with the same hyperfixation, no less. two people who had made themselves unreachable suddenly couldn’t separate from each other, and they both know what it’s like to need to look out for everyone else. i think letting their guard down with each other came naturally and vulnerability put itself on the table. they’re both experiencing an easy and strong connection for the first time and it’s beautiful!

i hope these characterizations aren’t too far off, but i wouldn’t be surprised if it seems askew. it’s very difficult for me to keep my thoughts in order but i hope it’s coherent enough. this post is long enough already so i’m going to end it before i talk myself out of sharing it lawl

[fryandleelasbigfling]

i think leela deserves more appreciation than she gets.

i mean obviously there’s the people who just kind of degrade her into a pinup girl, we can all agree that’s lousy. but i think even a lot of good natured fans will write her off as the no-nonsense straight man to fry and bender, the “one with the braincell,” the one who has everything together and isn’t really willing to get silly like the boys. 

and yeah that can be true, especially in earlier seasons. but i think people underappreciate leela’s development and the fact she really is a messed-up, complicated, weird woman. 

for one thing, her kickass fighting abilities are well understood, but her kung-fu skill emerged as a way to work out her anger from being bullied, so she often resorts to violence as a defense mechanism even when it isn’t necessarily needed. in “hell is other robots” she gets freaked out by the mosh pit and beats up the other concertgoers, “bender’s game” is about how her anger can overtake her and even being punished for violence won’t faze her, and in “lethal inspection” she outright admits violent outbursts are how she copes with mortality. “anthology of interest 1″ shows that she will descend into a murderous rampage at the slightest provocation if she had just a bit worse impulse control. 

she’s also really stubborn! like, she will have a full-on mental breakdown if someone insists she can’t do something, because she has such an issue with being treated as unwanted and “worthless” that she needs to prove herself as highly capable of anything. "the sting," “mobius dick” and “bender’s game” are both great examples, as is the back half of “bender’s big score” -- note the sharp turn from “happy, calm, in love, willing to let other people handle the situation” to “insists on taking charge, kicking ass, and self-isolating” after lars leaves her at the altar. 

also as great as it is that she’s more organized than fry, this veers into some weird habits like freezing all her dinners a month in advance and having a very minimalist apartment for a while. this plays into how anxious she gets about taking risks. she is very pedantic about grammar and can get ridiculously overzealous about keeping her crew safe and healthy. however she gets bored and frustrated when she doesn’t have excitement in her life. 

she is very bad at organizing papers, preferring to just hide things away even when they become too big to ignore (symbolic!), completely failing when she steps in for hermes in “lethal inspection.” she also forgot to vote despite preaching about it all episode in “a head in the polls.” she is not as infallible as she wants people to believe! she just tries harder to justify it to herself than others, because she also has a severe guilt complex -- if she admits to herself that she did something wrong, she feels she needs to be punished.

she has a lonely, mundane home life. she can struggle with creativity and settle on an unexciting option (i.e. wanting to use superpowers for “humdrum activities” in “less than hero”), which is where fry’s tendency to blurt out any idea that comes to mind comes in handy. 

despite being fairly fashionable, she sometimes struggles with traditional femininity. not just bc of her attitude and mutations but also her feet and breath stink lmao. she also has a bit of a potty mouth and has said “fuck” (bleeped out) in at least three episodes. she's a terrible singer (despite katey herself being a great singer).

she is implied to have a “hedonistic” past and used to drive around in a mausoleum as a teenager. she went to her prom alone with a dress made of carpet remains. she dropped out and “bummed around india for a while” after college. 

she has a massive soft spot for animals, including “gross” ones like leeches, and despite all her violence, she usually backs down if it means a (perceived) innocent animal will be hurt. this can sometimes backfire on her (i.e. “into the wild green yonder”). she is very protective and empathetic towards living creatures, probably cuz she never had anybody looking out for her. she likes to read books about animals to relax. 

she regularly visits the orphanarium and is very concerned with being a good role model for those kids, emphasizing especially with sally. it is repeatedly implied in the (admittedly semi-canon) comics that she wants to be a mother. 

she plays with her hair when she’s nervous or flirty. she had an anxiety attack and physically froze up when she thought a mutant was stalking her. she had a bedwetting problem as a child and even her warden still holds it over her head. 

she has repressed mental illness related to her lack of family growing up  and has a desperate need for companionship, but sets high standards so she won’t get her heart broken first. whenever she’s single, she is very cynical about love and doesn’t do well seeing happy couples. 

she seems very obsessed with normality and stability which is why she often seeks men of high status to date, even if they turn out to be jerks. however, she outgrows this after meeting her family, as she becomes extremely attached to them despite their low status and embraces her mutant culture quickly. 

her mutations are not limited to her eye. she not only has a whole episode about her now-cured genetic mutant disease, but she occasionally lays an egg and has talons on her elbows. depending on the episode, she can be quite disabled by her single eye due to her lack of depth perception. there’s also the singing boil but that episode sucks lol

she also can get really horny lol. once she’s dating fry steadily, she tends to initiate things a lot more, even in public. i think it’s sometimes more of a fanservice thing but it’s always funny to see her so down bad, especially in the comedy central era

she likes bender because of his “in your face attitude” and often has a playful dynamic with him despite disapproving of his lack of morals. she doesn’t like amy a lot of the time but they can get along and comfort each other when the time is needed. i’m not even getting into her and fry because that’s its own post.

overall i just love leela a lot, she’s such a weird, complicated, fascinating character and i could go on about her All Day. 

[tododeku-or-bust]

been thinking about your posts and list and everything and..... like ok ik i dont like fandom whatsoever but i presumed it was more coz im awkward and all that shit that comes w but. i realize the sensation of just. not fitting in whatsoever... i never shared my race nor felt comfortable sharing my race online and in fandom. and i have seen some vitriolic shit but sat there and let it happen - and i think thats the most haunting thing. i just let it be said, cuz the second i do, im gonna be at somebodys ire. now im trying not be like that anymore and call out bullshit when i see it, but the fact that it was basically me being a whole bystander to fandom racism online just so i would not be at the ire of antiblackness. im just. ok. this is not asking you to absolve me hope it dont come off that way, this is more something i know i learn from. but this shit is still lingering to this day, and fandom shouldnt have been the thing that did THAT! how did fandom, a community of people, make me so isolating!!! i have no interest in community, and im only just unlearning that maybe i DO want community!!! and i didnt accept the fact i was half black til last fucking year!!!!!!!!!!!!! sometimes i wonder how much happier and comfortable in my own skin if i didnt try to act all nice and quiet for ppl who dont give a shit abt reconsidering why fandom is so void of black ppl

Well first, I'm sorry that it took you so long to overcome your internalized antiblackness, but I'm happy and proud that you were able to look within and start that process for yourself. Many people can't admit they hate themselves. Because you're right, you would have been a lot happier in your own skin if you weren't pressuring both yourself and receiving pressure from the world to hate your Blackness.

And it isn't safe to fight antiblackness. Black fans know what comes with the experience and may try to protect themselves by never mentioning it, having to swallow the indignity or not ever participate at all. People deem discussing race as a threat, it's "not fun" and it's "causing infighting". It can isolate you; ruin an entire potential presence bc you broke the status quo.

It's why most nonblack fans choose to be bystanders, and therefore... Are choosing antiblack racism. That fear of stepping in is at least something nonblack people have the option of having; I have to face it! That's the life I have to live, is knowing that this sort of hatred exists for me, and the only way I can "not deal with it" is by lowering my head and accepting that I'm less than. That's the only "easy" way out.

But I choose my humanity along with the difficulty. And I'm glad you're starting to recognize that- you are worth fighting for, your humanity is worth fighting for! No need to be nice and quiet for people to enjoy your suffering- fuck em lmao. If EYE don't get peace, YEW don't get peace!

As for community, yeah you're probably not gonna find it in fandom, least not unconditional. That's been a hard lesson for me to swallow, too. It hurt, bc you walk in expecting to have community with people who like the same stuff you do!! But, unfortunately they're bringing their real world biases with them. Anyway, some of us are doing what we can to make it so, but... Tis a long battle. You keep working on yourself though!

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

So I was wondering if you could do like a Joel miller fanfic where reader ends up like el and is infected but not? And the reason this happened is bc Joel and reader were dating post outbreak but like during the outbreak Joel thought it be better if reader went with Tommy and all that jazz but how Joel and Eli find out is reader asks el how long she been infected and she says how ever long and reader kinda grins and say something along the lines of ‘damn a few months? Lucky try being infected for 2 years’

I as always switched thingies around but hey it's still along the lines. 😌🤍

You had been watching the newcomers for some time. It was natural that the town was slightly uneasy, especially since it had been quite a while since anyone new had arrived in Jackson. Naturally, people were scared of infection spreading or some unnecessary fighting breaking out. New people also meant that dynamics in work groups would have to change. And most weren't too eager to welcome new people for that reason alone.

Yet staying away got harder once you noticed how the kids had practicality isolated Ellie from their afternoon activities. She would always sit on her own, playing with her fingers, waiting for the man who she came here with to come by so she could run off. "You fancy a sandwich", the girl quickly turned your way, shaking her head. "I think you should eat it, I didn't see you eating anything today", you tried to encourage her by unwrapping the paper rapper from around the sandwich. "It's okay, dad made me breakfast", so dad, you thought to yourself, "Still think you should eat this. I'm known for making the best sandwiches here". A slight smile tugged on her lips as she took the sandwich away from your hands, thanking you quickly.

You two started to form a bond in the following weeks. You made sure that she was more involved with other kids, always standing by so she wouldn't feel all alone and Ellie had started to warm up to you to the point where even after all the kids have gone home, she would linger by your side as you two talked. She was a talkative kid and gosh did she have an option about everything. But you loved that about her, that still not crushed hope about the world.

You also met Joel. He had come looking for her when she hadn't returned home on time and found you two sitting by the strawberry patch laughing. Joel stopped in his track instantly. Sure, he had seen Ellie smiling, and had heard her laugh but this seemed a lot more wholehearted. He always feared that one thing he couldn't give Ellie was a mother figure. Yes, he could be the protector, he could keep her safe, teach her a thing or two, love her the best that he could but... Every girl needed a mother.

"Joel, come by, the strawberries are so ripe", Ellie shouted at him, waving her hand happily. The moment he found you smiling at him, Joel could swear his heart nearly burst. He didn't remember the last time someone looked at him like that. So he inched closer, looking over Ellie quickly, making sure she wasn't harmed in no way before he sat down beside her. "Joel Miller", the male held out a hand to you. You let out a light laugh, "Oh, I'm aware, heard quite a lot about you", Joe instantly turned to Ellie who was happily smirking. No, he didn't want to know what that little monster had told you. "Y/N Y/L/N, happy to finally properly meet you", you shook his hand, before encouraging him to eat.

So now Joel made sure to always stop by to pick Ellie up. While it truly was just an excuse to see you. Soon most of your evenings were spent at their place as you taught them some easy recipes to cook. Because all the two of them knew was how to warm up canned food and with all the fresh produce it was a shame to only eat canned ravioli.

"So... are you two coming to the gathering tomorrow?", you three sat around the table eating. Jackson always had these town gatherings. Lots of baked goods, warm drinks, music, lights, and dancing. A way to keep humanity going in a way. But also a chance to form stronger bonds, and ensure that everyone was well and taken care of. "Joel hates things like that", Ellie said bluntly, earning a light kick from Joel from under the table. "Not true, we were coming", he said firmly, "Didn't you just yesterday...", "Eat the vegetables, kid", Joel said firmly, "Are you coming?". You nodded your head, "Responsible for one of the stands actually. Need to build it still, but my hammering skills...", you trailed off, laughing slightly. "I can do it for you, tell me what you need. I'll build it", Joel insisted. Ellie looked up at him curiously, the eager side of him when it came to you making her rather suspicious. And well making it obvious that the old man liked you. "Oh I wouldn't want to bother...", "Nonsense, I would be happy to help and Ellie can also help, right?", Joel shot the girl beside him a look and she quickly turned to you nodding, "Just not promising that I won't eat most of it". You let out a laugh that the two of them joined instantly. The warm feeling builds up in your chest.

Joel was at your door early in the morning the next day, starting on building the stand while you and Ellie twirled around the kitchen. It was the closest Ellie and Joel had been to normality since the outbreak. The closest they had felt to home. And watching you gently kissing the side of Ellie's head while she poured flour into the bowl, making Joel's heart beat just a little bit faster. A happy smile spread on his face.

And the day truly had been so much fun. Joel wasn't in the front lines of it all, choosing to stand more to the side as he watched over the two of you. Handing out slices of pies and smiling at people walking by. All so calm and wholesome until Ellie reaches up for the upper box that held the rest of the baked goods you two made. Her sleeve moved down her arm, revealing the bite mark on her skin.

A shriek echoed through the square. People instantly started to back away. Fingers pointed at Ellie, "Infected", someone shouted. Some of the guards rushed over with the guns. You moved closer to Ellie, pushing her behind you, and her trembling hands reached out to hold onto you. "Move to the side, Y/N, we need to shoot her", Ben the morning guard said coldly, motioning with his gun for you to stand to the side. You saw Joel walking closer to you two, a gun in his own hands, aimed at the grounds. "Lower the guns, all of you", you said firmly, glancing between the males, "Lower them before someone gets hurt".

You felt Ellie pressing her head against your back, you didn't even have to look at her to know that she was probably crying. "Think about it, they have been here for months. The site is healed. If she was to turn she would have already", you said calmly. The last thing you needed was for the mass panic to break out. You caught Tommy's eyes, the knowing look there didn't seem to soothe you. In a way, it seemed more like a silent plea to not do it.

"I don't want to shoot you too, Y/N", Ben said. Joel instantly stepped closer to you, face drenched in rage. And you knew that if he truly wanted to, he could kill them all in the blink of an eye before they even placed their finger on the trigger. "She's not infected, Ben", "How would you know that? I haven't been working my ass off for some little infected shit to take it all away", he bit back, motioning to the other guys to surround you. "Pick your fucking words carefully or I'll blow out your brain", Joel barked at him. And the moment the two of them aimed their guns at one another you ripped your hand out of Ellie's grip, pulling the side of your shirt by your neck to the side. A couple of gasps came from around you, "Cause I've had this for over two years, Ben, and as you can see I haven't eaten your brain. Even if now it sounds fucking delightful now".

You turned around, taking a hold of Ellie's hand. Quickly wiping away the tears that had already dampened your cheeks from the awoken memories. You placed a hand on Joel's arm, quietly asking him to lower the gun and just come with you. You knew that if they were going to shoot you, they would have already. So you wrapped your hand around Joel's arm, tugging lightly. Before Joel finally budged. Continuously looking over his shoulder as you three headed back home.

The moment the door was closed behind you. Joel kneeled in front of Ellie looking her over just how he always did, before bringing her closer to his chest. You stood there staring ahead of yourself. You never imagined that you would be in a position like this. Never imagined that you would have to let more people in on the secret and now most of Jackson knew.

You felt a gentle hand being placed on your shoulder. You shook slightly but once you met Joel's concerned eyes, you just stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his torso, letting him hold you just for a moment. Letting his warmth seep into your body. Ground you. Make you feel safe once again. "You're also immune?", Ellie's voice made you lift your head from Joel's chest as you nodded your head. "It happened while I was out on patrol with Tommy and Maria. I begged them to shoot me but they refused. They left me there alone and... I just...", you trailed off, Joel's hand ran up and down your back. Closing your eyes for a moment you tried to steady your breathing, "I never turned and then I found my way to Jackson after a month. They haven't told anyone what truly happened".

Ellie inched closer to you, wrapping her arms around your middle. You moved your hands to run through her hair, "They won't touch you, I promise", you spoke softly. "Your scar is cool though", she muttered and you couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Try hiding it for two years though. A nightmare", you admitted, leaning back into Joel's chest. His arms held onto your sides tenderly. As he places a loving kiss on the side of your head. Now well aware that he had you both to protect. No matter what it took. He was going to keep you both safe.

[warpweighted]

Re Phantom: in the full unedited original version of the original book (the easy to find/cheapest original translation is unfortunately very edited, but most readers don't know this.) Christine’s feelings for both Erik and Raoul are not that clearly defined. She sees Raoul more as a safe option from feelings she cannot define and that would be frowned upon by society. Even Raoul senses this at points and keeps questioning Christine’s true intentions. I feel ALW only realised that he had been missing important clues from the book, which he tried to use in LND.

(In case you only know Poto from the movie: Christine was in her 20's when she arrived at the Opera in the og story and the whole thing happened in about three months.)

oh I didnt know that about the book! I read it in high school and presumably the library's copy was the abridged one. I cant speak to Christine's feelings in the book bc it has been a long ass time since I read it and at that point I had even less of a handle on what this 'romantic attraction' thing looks like than I do now lol

it may be that alw incorporated that into lnd, although I do still think it was a bad decision. like, a sequel that posits that in poto they were clinging to each other to get through their situation, and their romance was more focused on finally finding someone Safe with whom to escape the situation/ rescuing your childhood friend and being a support for her than it was on actual compatibility - that could definitely be interesting! It's not where I personally would want to take a poto sequel, because I dont find it to be suuuuper well supported in the musical, but then again theres not really any direction I'd want to take a poto sequel at all

however my issue with lnd's characterization is not that christine and raoul are having marital issues, it's that their character arcs were completely undone in service of the e/c endgame. christine went back to the man she spent the entirety of poto trying to escape from - and lnd argues that she chose wrong when she chose raoul, the man who did not isolate and terrorize her, over erik, the man who did. as a matter of fact lnd seems to just completely ignore that erik isolated and terrorized her, and that that's why she left him and stayed gone even after Erik did his heel-turn and let her go. and raoul became, like, cartoonishly shitty in order to make erik look good in comparison when his entire arc in poto is ceasing to be a domineering egotistical shithead, look how they massacred my boy etc

[solar-sunnyside-up]

Did you know that cottagecore has been known to have ties to fascism and colonialism?

this was the link added in a separate ask, and it is a very good conversation so I'm putting at the top here!! https://www.tumblr.com/solarpunkcast/189377668416/time-to-stop-tagging-cottagecore-alongside Yes I am very aware of this problem. While I think it's a problem to fix, I don't think it's worth abandoning the entire thing. To be brief though if you can't read the linked think yourself, cottagecore, and trad like sub cultures always have ideas of colonialism, classism, ableism, racism, sexism baked into them. And in general just a very western perspective to things. So I totally understand why this is gross to ppl who are looking to escape those systems through solarpunk. These points are the most important part to this convo, I think these points should be on everyone's mind when interacting with almost any aesthetic. We as a solarpunk community aren't safe from Nazi shit. we aren't safe from our bigotry seeping in. And if anything I post is either tied to or supporting this you let me know I'll sort it out (with violence and arson where needed) I think cottagecore in particular is a … weird one. A lot of its bones of cottagecore are related to why ppl like Solarpunk. But not just that. It was born in a time of isolation, of the government abandoning it's citizens during a plague, of burn out over ungrateful and exploitive jobs. Ppl where rejecting the American Dream in mass, questioning the appeal of city and career. Instead they wanted so badly to make clothes for their friends, to read books on rainy days and make soup, to have control over their food supply. I know many ppl in solarpunk who started in that initial trend of cottagecore and then realized they didn't have to day dream about a cottage lifestyle that half of them couldn't even live bc of accessability. They could build it where they were. For me the reason is bc cottagecore is this gutteral reaction. There is something WRONG with society, and our natural instinct, particularly when burnt out and too tired to even dream of a better place, we think of running away. Run away from war, from environmental disaster, from the bigots on your doorstep that want you dead. Run. it's the only option!! But then they tend to create small social circles through crafts and recipes, jokes about coliving with friends in the city, and somewhere in there they realize ppl need each other. Slowly the mentality goes from a flight response to a "I'm going to just do what I want in the place I already live" and mutual aid and common spaces form almost on accident. But bc of the base appeal, just like homemaking circles, the community that doesn't examines things further tend to breed this  Colonialistic, ablest, sexist culture of farm life being the only answer. But I don't blame cottagecore for this if we don't give them any other options to remove the bigotry but keep the helpful, kind and sweet parts. I like to think about it like Riot grrrl, a group with good intents that didn't dissect just ENOUGH of the problem to remove the racism from their ideals. But there where still parts worth saving, parts worth reusing and refining and protecting. There were ppl in these circles that took it to the next step of equality, that handled that problem of solidarity and inclusion. But many stayed within the Riot grrl circles to refine this rather then abandon it in its entirety. I think it's worth letting cottage core go through the process of letting them know better is possible even within their aesthic niche. Just know I'm not turning my eye from this, I won't ever turn my eye from the truth. I know it's a festering wound that could kill off any good intent it had. I just think it should be given the chance to realize the overlap we have.

[throneofblood-if]

You know, looking at the map I think we should really conquer/develope Broadmeadow, since it's technically mortal land, but just this isolated bit of half island away from civilization. Wouldn't it be a great place to settle some more mortal allies without having all of them do blood contracts with you? Maybe with a dragon to guard them and help with construction, to give them something to do other than introspection? (although, no icy weather, please. not for a while. MC is done with feeling cold, thank you very much. or at least keep it contained to a short season or something.) I was thinking of the Reject mages that might want a safe place to live (or use as a homebase, mage sanctuary?). Possibly a merchant or something that could act as a bridge/alibi for commerce between the demon realm and the mortal lands, so you can get your lizard skewer or ball outfits without having to sneak around. Maybe a technomagika lab for Kasin and interested mage or researcher parties? And since there's apparently a lot of herbs and poisons, we could totally try for some alchemy, too. At least some basic stuff and antidotes, so our people can carry less conspicuous self defense tools around than magic or claws. Mild poison gas bombs etc.

Bc the more allies we recruit, the more sceptical I am that the binding soul and blood contract is feasible? Can it be used indefinitely without repercussions and just give all your allies the same life span as yours and make them unable to betray you (with some loopholes)? It just seems too convenient to use it maybe dozens of times. (also unlikely that they would all be 100% devoted and without side effects) But well, if it IS just that easy,that's cool as well, just in a sad way, bc the ones swearing the oath are the only ones suffering side effects and will be a little grumpy about it, I'm guessing. Just... so much fodder for thoughts with the new chapter. Again! Thank you for writing, I adore the story!

Hi, thanks for the suggestion - they're very interesting. I don't think I'll be able to give that option since that sounds like a LOT of work but it's definitely noted! The ritual is mostly for the lifespan since more than anything, since it's not really 'worth it' (crudely put) to get allies if you only have them for 50 years or so.

The other mages will be discussed during Dai's post-quest scene ^^ this is getting very expansive, and probably can't be implemented as much as I'd love to ;w;

Your allies CAN betray you. The ritual doesn't secure their loyalty so that's just up to you to handle (though I don't see myself writing any repercussion for being mean to them). Definitely, it's a blessing for the right person and curse for another. Long life doesn't mean happy life.

Thanks for all the suggestions! :)

[i-eat-lip-gloss]

a fucking rant. tw: suicidal thoughts

i remember last night i thought. what if i just restart my life? only tell umbrella, fake my death, and move away to some new state. just get away from this goddamn place, get a new family, start fresh. basically kill myself but only here in this town. and also get a new # and cut everyone else off. maybe, this is more in my grasp, but i actually tell my parents i need a week or two away from them and everyone, and maybe i can have bubble take me in for a bit. they may be more willing, since in the past theyve helped w school mornings bc both parents had work early, so they just dropped me n my sis off at bubble's and they helped us get completely ready and drive us to school. maybe they can help…that's what i thought at least. so bubble said she couldnt bc her parents r already having a little trouble taking care of her and her siblings, so then i asked another friend (for future ref ima call herr ummmmm bead. like a bracelet bead) and she said not a week, her mom couldnt do that, BUT for a night or 2. we agreed for 2 nights in abt a week and we're both gonna talk to our moms abt it. and i asked umbrella as the last resort for the remaining week or so, since she seems like a safe option. "At most, my mom would say two or three nights but it def prob wont be a week. Bc my mom is also not doing the best with money. But i mean, it might work out if u give my mom a good enough reason" was umbrella's response. or at this rate i can just…actually idk. idk what i can do if this doesn't work out. i need at least a week and a half out of this house and isolated from my family and most my friends or i'll prob kms. but, i honestly should've expected this, i can't have a week. i can ask yet another willing friend, but that'll be hopping to like 3 diff houses in a week. at this rate i'll just run away and camp in the goddamn woods or som' idfk. but i do really appreciate all the help i can get. i just…i'm fucking lost. im lost in a state of barely keeping myself alive and needing to isolate and take a huge break from everyone but i cant…im getting help from dear friends, but its not quite enough…i need help but i cant get it. i dont fucking know what to do. im barely holding on by the threads here.

ugh i have so much i need to think on. what to do right here in the moment, keep myself alive, how to present this to my parents, how i'll play it out, how i'll even fake my own death n stuff, other options i can do, etc. im just…again, lost. my brain is scrambled and im on the verge of grabbing my bandana and hanging myself or smth. umbrella, @marshhell, @bananabreadcroissant, @howdydoodle-toodleloo r the only ppl keeping me alive.

[spurgie-cousin]

just to keep ranting about the Timothy thing some more in context of Christian fundamentalism (cw: child abuse mentions)

it's so wild to think about how Jill and David see themselves as not only good parents but extremely successful parents, when they were actually at minimum very very emotionally and mentally abusive to their kids. Jill wrote that post about breaking young Tim's will with a lot of pride, to her it was an example of her unwavering commitment to being a mother, and I'm sure she'd stand by it to this day and recommend it to other parents who are 'struggling' with kids like Timothy.

and I think it's important to remember that the reason she feels that way is because the values of Christian fundamentalism are inherently abusive. when conformity and compliance are valued over all other personality traits, you're just inevitably going to create an abusive environment to raise kids in. The Rodrigues kids are the way that they are because they were punished for every instance of individuality and free-thinking in their household, because their parents only accepted one possible outcome for them as adults, which was being carbon copies of themselves (except more isolated). I mean to me, that kind of expectation is abusive on it's own in any form, no matter what religion you do or don't practice.

so idk the reason i'm pointing that out i guess is because it applies to all the second gen Christian fundamentalists we follow to some degree (and some of the first gen). and this is as much if not more of a reminder to myself as anyone else, because I give Timothy and others my fair share of shit, but I think it's important to look at him through that lens every now and then to keep perspective. yea he's weird and out of touch, yea he has an extremely shallow understanding of the very serious topics he tries to rant about, yea it's very obvious he has bad social skills, but all of it was beyond his control ya know? his parents made him this way and now he has to create an adult life in a world where the default reaction to people like him is hostility or at least confusion.

and when i think about being that kind of person moving around in the secular world with no idea how to be any different and interacting with people who have a negative reaction to just that nature of who you are time and time again, I feel like it's gotta be a confirmation of the beliefs you were raised with at some point...................people 'out there' aren't like you, or don't understand what you're talking about, or call you weird and question you, and if you were so isolated as kid you have nothing to compare your childhood to (except other kids with similar childhoods) I get how it can seem like an unfair attack. You don't know what you're doing wrong or why these people don't care about their souls or where they'll be in eternity like you do (and you have no frame of reference for a life where that's NOT something you're always worrying about) so there's no other option then they must be CHOOSING to ignore god for some reason, probably bc they are inherently bad. maybe your parents were right, maybe the outside world IS bad and out to get you, maybe the only safe place is isolated from the secular world where people don't act like you're kind of strange, ya know what I mean?

obviously for some kids exposure to the outside world works the opposite way like say, for the Plath kids, but I would argue that that's only possible because their parents aren't as.......like that. if you know what i mean. idk now my brain's shorting out i better stop.

(edited to expand on stuff or change wording)

[ase-trollplays]

╰(*´︶`*)╯ (〇o〇；) 「(°ヘ°) Florah

╰(*´︶`*)╯: Do they appreciate hugs? Would they prefer to give hugs or receive hugs? What kind of hugs do they like to receive and/or give?

He won't admit it outright, but he loves hugs so much. They make him feel safe and like nothing can touch him. He's actually a little embarrassed by that bc "It's just a hug; it's not that deep," but they still make him feel oh so comforted. He's shy about giving physical affection, so more often that not he prefers to be on the receiving end. However, if he's really in his feelings he will latch onto the other person.

(〇o〇；): What is their body language like when they are stressed? Do they try and hide the fact that they are stressed? How do they recover from said stress?

When Florah's stressed, he has a really hard time looking people in the face and will keep his gaze low. He's also really restless. He hugs himself when he's really upset, kind of like a self-soothing tactic (hugs = feeling of safety for him) and paces. If he's sitting down, he'll likely also start rocking.

When he's stressed, he is completely unable to hide it, which is why he'll usually isolate when he's upset so other people don't see him like that. The best way for him to recover is to talk it out with someone and vent about what's wrong.

「(°ヘ°): How does one calm them down when they are freaking out? Do they prefer physical comfort, or would they rather be left alone?

Hold onto him and don't let go. Whether it's wrapping him in a hug or holding his hands or grabbing his shoulders -- Contact is key. It'll help keep him grounded so he doesn't spiral. If he starts spiraling, it's incredibly difficult to snap him out of it. Also, try to keep him looking at you and talk him down to further keep him grounded.

He would rather be left alone if he's in freak-out mode, but that is quite literally the worst option because then he'll get too in his own head and just make it worse.

Physical Detail Ask Meme:

[house-foxglove]

[Fanfiction AU of a few characters from Hypnos Lullaby. Idk 90% of the lore but I saw two bits and was like "I want those put together. And different." So I did]

CW: domestic violence, suicide

She first played fire Red and ran into a girl drowzee but was defeated in the fight. She went into that grass again and fought a female drowzee again. But she was almost defeated so she ran away. When she ran into it the third time she was able to bring it down to its last point of health. But she didn't use ATTACK. She used run. And she fled safely.

She moved on through the rest of the area avoiding trainers but ran into the drowzee one last time. And she ran. Then she got into the next area, the woman behind the desk wished her good luck with the new pokemon on the other side. But her mind kept going to the drowzee. She beheld the next area with its new path and troubles. She mustered herself and walked into the grass and once again came out from its black silhouette was her, drowzee. Confused she ran. And walked to a new patch and yet again she arrived. Over and over further and further only one pokemon appeared. One. Sole. Pokemon. She looked at it, and she could feel her eyes looking back. She selected splash from her magikarp.

'But nothing happened!'

'Enemy drowzee used 'Take me with you.''

She dropped her Gameboy and it hit the ground with a loud "tack". She lunged to pick it up and inspect the damage. It had glitched, the screen frozen in time, a single note of music droning through the air

|'Take me with-'| she turned off the game and put it away.

Her and her brothers dad was abusive. But she doesn't remember a lot of it bc she was so young. But her older brother got hit with a ton of it. Dad ends up dying, his mom works long hours and sleeps all day now. He's got nowhere to put all this pain he had to hold. It was unfair. It made him angry. She doesn't know it and he hates that about her. So he went about making sure she learned. He unleashed his anger, nothing was a match for him now, not here. All the emotion he could not voice or shout came flowing for the next several years, verbally and physically. He inflicted nothing that would need hospitalization, he did not believe he could cross that line, either in his heart or his gut. But he rode it.

And she had no peace. He isolated her and she was a prisoner in her home, her mother weilding no more strength in her heart or body. The money she was bringing was feeding her daughter. That is the only reason she can muster. She has no more strength for anything else.

Then one day she brought her Gameboy back out, blew on the cartridge, nearly kissing it, and returned it. And turned it on, hoping beyond hope that she was still there. She found herself outside the grass and took one step.

|Take me with you|

"I will."

|Drowzee was added to the pokedex!|

Together they went to every gym, Facing every battle, walking every pixel. She had one friend in the world to grow and evolve with. She began even to hold the cartridge or in her pockets as she did chores around the house, like a charm against evil. Like hypno could protect her.

But one day she wanted to listen to hypno's cry after keeping the volume down for months and turned it up. Her brother had a bad day. He needed to hand it to someone else. He threw her door open and snatched the device out of her hands. He let loose shouts and cursed you don't deserve this who said you could have this and while her sobs came flowed as he hoped. Weeping dont hurt her and to give her back. At that he paused. Her? Not it? He turned the screen to his face and saw a hypno in the PC. He held it to her face as he moved down the text options

|Release|

|Are you sure you want to release Hypno?|

_______

| NO. |

-> YES

|______|-she struck him across the face as hard as she could. He felt to his nose and it came away red. He fell upon her, hypno could only watch as he attacked blow after blow until he was gasping. He picked himself up and staggered out of the room.

She dragged herself to her frozen and locked friend. She lifted herself to reach forward, and her hand slipped causing her head to slam into her dresser, and her finger to select A, instead of B. As Hypnos' icon shrunk into nothingness she saw her friend do the same. The power blinked its glow from green to red. Then soon after, off.

She laid there for some time. He did not notice for a day, he surprised himself that night with how deep he let out his anger. He crossed the line. He tried to convince himself he was justified, he wished he could go back across that line.

He came back from school that day. He does not go back the next day. A few days later it rained very heavily. And he drove her to the bridge at night. Paused, and threw her over not looking at her as she fell or landed.

Some months later and he was completely numb. One day he found himself taking some stuff to sell at a pawn shop, they had run out of money. Mainly thr bags were filled with some stuff belonging to his sister, who was never found. He made it halfway across the bridge, set the bags down, and followed his sister.

|Welcome to the wonderful world of PД|Ņ-----------------|

"Wh-where am i?"

|First, what is your name?|

He looked down at his hands, his gloves, his body, "I'm grey." [He uttered to himself, bewildered.]

|Right! So your name is Grey!|

He lifted his head about to protest and correct him but his mind found no answer.

|This is my °◇○■●♧ ---------- ~He's been your □■□■□■ since ●■°♡●♤○°!|

"I don't understand!"

|A WORLD OF ☆☆☆☆☆ AWAITS. LETS GO

GO

GO

GO

GO

GO

GO

GO

GO-|

And then a melody begins to play. And it's cold.

[ghostypetrainer]

thinking about my AU concept again and realized I should probably write it out somewhere so anyways please have the basic notes of my (admittedly totally self-indulgent) AU

anyways. what if Hisuian Zorua/Zoroark were actually still around and they’ve been surviving in secret by either living in extremely isolated areas or:

well. they can have a little possession as a treat. they are ghost types, after all

(it’s my lore now and I can do what I want)

the idea is that by possessing humans, they’ll be able to grow up safely although this... doesn’t always work out

some choose to leave their hosts after they evolve (usually happening around late teens/early young adult age), some stay in their human body until it dies. don’t ask what happens to their hosts when they leave early! it’s fine. it’s fine.

it’s common folklore in more remote areas of Sinnoh that if red suddenly appears around a child’s eyes, they’ve been possessed by a Zorua, but this hasn’t spread far

which isn’t to say the Zoroark haven’t. bc they have- including Unova.

anyways. as an infant, Ingo’s possessed by a Zorua. instinctively, he is aware of what he is but for obvious reasons keeps silent about it

as he grows older he inherently unnerves the people around him, not remotely helped by the fact that he never expresses emotion on his face and was born with sharp eyes

none of this bothers Emmet! he loves his twin and he wishes people would stop saying mean things about him :(

their parents don’t necessarily treat Ingo well- they don’t abuse him, but at most they treat him with a cold kind of tolerance, doubtlessly secretly hoping he’ll go away on his own at some point. his mother knows that is not the child she gave birth to, but what can she do about it?

their parents die in an accident when they’re around six years old, and they’re taken in by their Uncle Drayden- this is the first time they’ve met him since he didn’t have the best relationship with his sister

drayden is definitely aware there is something. not normal about Ingo, but his medical records (mostly) check out, and he seems... harmless for all that he unnerves people, so he just lets him be.

those possessed by Zorua look mostly human as children, but once they evolve into Zoroark they get a nice pair of sharp chompers and sharp, hard black nails

they’re not too physically different from humans although they have faster reflexes and sharper senses of smell/eyesight. oh, and their eyes glow. don’t worry about it.

(no, they cannot shapeshift. except for the eyes. sometimes they turn gold)

they also glitch normal pokedexs like crazy (rotom dexs can re calibrate for the error, but how strange... what’s this entry for a supposedly extinct pokemon variant doing in the dex now?)

they smell like both human and Zorua/Zoroark

he still grows up with a love for trains and Pokemon battling bc that’s nurture vs nature baby!

he initially doesn’t keep any of his pokemon in pokeballs and probably doesn’t start until their battle subway days bc it’s a lot harder to have all of your pokemon out on a cramped subway car. he slowly gets used to it after that.

(he stops doing it in Hisui again)

I still haven’t decided if Emmet is fully aware that his brother is not 100% human, bc both options are good

(let’s face it, the inherent drama of him only finding out right before ingo gets yeeted to Hisui and disappears is GREAT)

[charmixpower]

Curious...hcs about the girls and their sleepovers?

You caught me right when I was re-drawing the season 3 pajamas. Good timing 💞💞

Since they all live together sleep overs function a little different than normal sleepovers. Personally I like to imagine they grab a bunch of stuff from their rooms and all camp out in the middle sitting area that's in their dorm, and that's where the sleep over takes place. Or they all pile up into one of their rooms...namely Stella or Aisha who both have the big full rooms to themselves

They have like a little set of rules that if you don't get everything you want out of your room you can't get it after the sleep over actually starts. This was implemented by Bloom to make it more sleepover-y (unless they all decided to do their make up or something, but then you can only grab your make up)

I like to imagine they do this after something perticually stressful, like the season three sleep over when Tecna is back safe and sound, and they all just wanna know that they're all here; or after a big victory

I imagine that there aren't any in s1 because their all getting to know each other, and this is established in s2 when Aisha joins the club because they all decide to stay up one night and catch her up on literally everything that happened last season. It was a cute little thing that Stella and Flora thought up to help Aisha feel more included and it's just a thing they do now

Flora is one of those people who likes doing other people's hair, she just has the energy, so I'm imagining her grabbing a bunch of the Winx's hair products and styling all their hair while they talk. She will also do nails. Flora just kinda finds this stuff fun. Just moving to person to person. She's still tuned into the conversation, but she prefers listening most of the time

Tecna is pretty lost, especially the first time. Tecna has a lot of isolated kid enegry, and a fuck ton of isolated kid tendancys so she has no clue what the fuck is going on but she's happy to be included. Ends up correcting half of what Musa and Stella say and accidentally playing the straight man to Stella's more theatric tendencies. She doesn't care much about gossip, and she has strong preferences to how she looks so most of the chatter and random make up sessions go over her head, but anything like dancing or playing games together is really fun for her. Usually ends up info dumping about her most recent project at least once during the sleep over while everyone listens to her. When she get more comfortable with the set up, shes the one who looks up "sleep over ideas" and convinces Stella to let Bloom to do her make up blind folded because it was a good sleep over challenge. She is sewing chaos and she isn't even a little bit sorry

Aisha is also a very isolated kid, but she's not as confused as Tecna because she's been semi living with the pixies and Anne breaking into her room so like. She knows what's going on, but she sincerely is struggling to keep up with their strong personalitys, especially at first. She actually really appreciates the first one, especially because everyone loved hitting her with plot twists while telling her the story (aka telling her what they learned in order of how they learned it) so Aisha got to be included via her reactions to the wild shit that went down in season 1 ("You attacked Diaspro?!" "Yea—wait you know her?"). After Aisha gets more comfortable she's with Musa and Stella being high energy about hanging out with all of her friends. Aisha's favorite part is doing a bunch of weird things with the Winx. Like trying to bake a cake or playing a chose your own adventure game where they all vote on which option Tecna chooses (bc Tecna is the one playing of course). She'd probably try and teach how to do random things she picked up (like Musa and the rain dance) or talk about magic ingenuity esp with Tecna. Aisha's morphix is a substance she makes all on her own so I'd imagine she's super into magical chem. Oh my god Aisha totally gets them to try random (small and non explosive) convergence spells just to see what would happen and Bloom is an enabler

Bloomy is bringing the classic sleep over energy. She attempts to get everyone to play a board game before realizing between Aisha's competitive nature, Tecna's logical mind, and Stella being a sore loser that it was a horrible idea. Definitely makes everyone friendship bracelets with those little rubber bands in the cool patterns I could never figure out. Flora is probably messing with Bloom hair the most because Bloom has slightly long hair and isn't constantly moving like Musa, Stella and Aisha. She probably convinces everyone to grab all their pillows to make a pillow fort, this is set during the s3 Tecna is safe party, and they all fall asleep in their cuddle pile. Tucked next to eachother and underneath the fort. Usually the one most excited to go along with anyone idea of what they should do! Tho she also is the one that likes movie nights the most and tries to get everyone to sit together in a cuddle pile and talk over a movie fkskdnen because, bless their souls, Tecna Stella and Musa can't watch a movie without talking about what's happening on screen. Bloom picks intentionally bad movies after she learns this so the entertainment is more from everyone's reactions than the movie (well at least to her because she doesn't like bad movies, Musa is having a great time)

Musa is slightly more chill than Stella and Aisha but is very easily caught up in their energy. Usually the one engaging with Stella the most over whatever she wants to do now. Stella tends to tease Musa a lot because then Musa will get into a pillow fight with her. Musa absolutely records at least one music video during one of these sleep overs, with everyone just fucking around having fun. Usually protests the lastest stupid thing Stella, Aisha, or Tecna wants to do and ends up getting super into it. Musa also is the one that ends up trying to prank the other girls, no one is safe

Stella is being Stella, must I go on? She challenges people to pillow fights. Grabs everyone make up kits so she can do looks for them. Starts designing outfits for each girl with feedback right then and there. Does everyone's nails. Gossips about everything, and pries into everyone's business like it's her god given duty (Truth or Dare is used for evil, aka it's intended purpose). Uses everyone like her personal pillow, and is generally the life of the party. Stella gives off a lot of extroverted and hyper active enegry so she's practically bouncing off the walls she's so happy to be hanging out with everyone at once for a full night. She's the main reason no one really gets bored during these because she always manages to drag anyone looking left out back into the conversation with like two sentences. She gets Tecna to go on a rant about something completely niche and inconsequential but funny as fuck. Probably convinces everyone to do an impromptu photoshoot, she's just having fun fksndj