#miiight go back and fix it

[error707-thatdude]

Aaand here are the other two beta kids !!

With a bonus adult Earth C Dave n Jake cuz these were the last ones I did sbdjn

[carniekisses]

Here's a long post that I really hope Tumblr will not flag as NSFW (please don't flag this), I remember back when I showed off the needlefelt Gomer sculpture I had made, someone asked if I had like a work process to show off for it. And I did not, because I had kept it all confined to a private account. I thought it'd be fun to have something to show for it for this one.

So I've been wanting to make a BJD for at least the past 15 years, back when I was a kid with no money to buy supplies with and also with a worry for symmetry, and also also I wasn't very skilled. It's 2024, and I vaguely know how to use Blender now

I've started this project on April 6th, as I've been documenting this on the above mentioned private account.

Of said model I (much) later ended up only being able to salvage the physical sculpts of the chest and torso parts as I messed up somewhat badly, see down below. I also ended up dropping the 'magnets in hands & feet' concept as it was just redundant, one can simply unhook them off the elastic if they are to swap them out.

At any rate, I 3D printed it all and got to sanding, and painting.

So far so good I guess, really not a fan of how the knee and elbow bean slots were just holes (I fixed that later don't worry)

So This was Not looking good lmao. I used acrylic paint, which was not necessarily the problem, the problem was that I'd applied it with a sponge brush which caused the surface to feel really sandpapery once dry. So don't do that I suppose, bad idea

On top of this, I realized that given the thickness of this doll I absolutely needed double joints in the legs, in order to have decent articulation. You can see in the above pics I *had* sculpted those, but I later fused the knee beans with the shins with apoxy resin, for some reason? I think it was because as I posed the legs the knee beans kept falling *into* the hollowed out shins/thighs, and I got tired of it.

The final blows for this model were me applying some 3D finish resin in a last ditch effort to smooth out the horrible texture, which rendered the pieces extremely shiny and smooth (disgusting), WHICH then prompted me to apply matte varnish to fix that bullshit. It absolutely did not work lmfao, and I have no pictures of that disaster because I became pretty discouraged about having to go back to like square two or three.

Some time passed (months really because I kept getting distracted for many a reason [sanding is so fucking boring, Blender was a mistake, I was feeling overwhelmed, I was too sad/tired to work that day, etc.]), I buckled down and finally retooled the pieces that needed it: everything But the chest and torso parts, off of which I managed to sand the varnish and smooth resin. I had fixed all the double joints too to actually be decently functional this time. The head was completely resculpted to better reflect the character's latest design iteration.

bean slots: Fixed

So after sanding (which was the part I was dreading the entire time, because it's so tedious and also it hurts after a while), I caved and got myself an airbrush to, hopefully, lay paint down good this time.

Very glad I did because the difference is kinda crazy. Please ignore my dirty ass desk, it's what happens when you craft. These pictures are from last week btw.

The blue base and the blush were airsprayed, the finer details like the dark shading and the pinker parts were done with both chalk and just acrylic paint. I miiight remake the eyeballs, or at least add more of a smooth finish. The shine to them is really nice

Here's she with lashes, wearing a shitty little scrap of fabric I cut in 10 minutes for fun (please DON'T flag th), and posing to test out the double joints too, they definitely could be better but they work Fine and I'm okay with that.

As of today I'm waiting for the fibres to deliver, for the wig, I already have the cap done. I guess I can update this when it happens, thanks for reading so far, I hope it was interesting, see you next time.......

[starsherit]

Hi book club, how's everyone doing? Everybody make it out of The Volumes of Pain okay? Anybody need some Vashwood fix-it fics? Because I've just been reading everyone's posts on vol 9 & 10, and I sure as hell needed them!

These are in no particular order, but they're all fantastic and amazing:

I believe in the Kingdom Come, by tenshinokorin

Fantastic characterizations, for both WW and Vash, and a nice little twist to reincarnation in the sequel. Completed. 

Someday out of the Blue, by tenshinokorin

Sequel to the above, just as fantastically written. Completed.

CAUSE OF DEATH (See instructions and examples), by neatrogenous

Fix-it with a spectacular twist and amazing dialogue. Absolutely loved every single interaction in this. Completed. (ch 13/13)

Black is the Color, by tenshinokorin

Fix-it that features a ghost and Vash’s powers, a fic that takes its time getting to the actual resurrection but that time it takes is spectacular. Loved every bit of it (and all of tenshinokorin’s writing in general, tbh). Completed.

The lie behind the golden truth, by jevana

The reincarnation fic that I didn’t know I needed, but oh boy did I! WW is reborn as an independent. The world building in this is also top notch and lovely to delve into. On-going (ch 10/?).

nowhere left for us to go but heaven, by everythingeverything (yiqie)

Gah, this one! Post-Trimax, WW lives, they go on a trip, it’s got so much feels and it’s so well written! Also features VW taking over the orphanage and forests! Completed. (Prequel to this one is here but it’s on-going, ch 1/3).

Tomorrows, by fullmetalheart

Very good coping fic, very soothing for the soul imho. Reading it makes me smile in a uniquely quiet, peaceful way. Completed.

Just a Hobby, by fullmetalheart

I still remember how hard this one hit me at times, while reading. Resurection-in-far-future fic that’s done superbly, with great characterizations and one particular line (the title) that I’ll never forget. Completed.

AND SOME SADS BUT GOODS BELOW

Gaps of Sunlight, by ghosttopiary

I… don’t know how to describe this one. It won’t make anyone here feel any better. But it is absolutely gorgeous. Tissues and soothing background music recommended. Completed. 

IN EXCELSIS DEO, by adlvnam

This miiight make some people feel better, but damn is it ever heavy. It ends on such a light note, though, like a little peck of hope and sunshine after some dark dark dark. Completed. 

how can there be more when this is done, by tasteoflemons

Again, no words. Just… god just read this. It’ll tear your heart out and then won’t exaaaactly glue it back together, but… but you’ll love it. It’s so unique and beautiful. Resurrection… of sorts. Completed. 

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I’ve been dreaming of the Spearman of Spades.

The journey was tough, and the battles tougher. At the height of his success, he's his own worst enemy.

With this spear and his strength, he will dutifully serve his sovereign.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

Deuce hardly recognizes the young man in the mirror.

It's him--it's very obviously him: navy bangs, aquamarine eyes, the spade mark on his left eye, Heartslabyul uniform--but it doesn't feel like him. Not the same stiff, awkward first year that had stumbled onto Night Raven Campus, all his rough edges still not sanded down. The time had flown by, rounding him out.

Second year Deuce is different. Built studier, packed with more muscle from track meets. The wild glint in his eyes is tamped down, shielded by a certain seriousness.

It’s still me… right?

Deuce swallows, anxiously fidgeting with the brim of his hat. It's a keepsake passed down from his senior.

"I won't be needing this for my internship. It's yours now," Trey had told him. "Wear it well, okay?"

"... Do I deserve to?" he mumbles to his reflection. Me?

"Of course you do, idiot. Quit doubting yourself."

Deuce startles--but calms once he feels an arm sling around his shoulder, and a familiar cheeky face joins him in the mirror. Ace hangs off of him easily, the two troublemakers peas in a pod.

"Hey. Nervous?" his friend asks with a smirk.

"More than ever," he confesses. His breathing is shaky, despite his best attempts to wrestle control of it.

"Well, don't be." Deuce rolls his eyes at the simple, snarky response. Very Ace of him. "I don't care what anyone else says, you'll kill this." A pause. "If you don't pass out before then, that is."

"Thanks for the encouragement." The sarcasm is palpable.

"Don't mention it!" Ace replies cheerily. "Where would you be without me, huh? Better put in a good word on my behalf."

“Can’t guarantee that.”

“Ah, come oooh! Cut your buddy some slack here. I’ve been behaving myself recently, I deserve something nice.”

“Being nice should be its own reward.”

“Bro, you sound like the headmaster,” Ace remarks, wrinkling his nose. Clearly, not a compliment.

Ding!

Deuce lifts a brow. “Is that…”

“Huh? Oh—it’s my phone.” Ace whips out his mobile device, checks his messages, and groans.

“Something up?”

“Yeah, uh… It’s a special guest we’re receiving. You know! For today’s ceremony. They got lost in the hedge maze, so they told us they miiight be running late for this very important date.”

Deuce frowns. “We’re starting in a few minutes and Rosehearts-senpai can be really strict about punctuality.”

“Don’t worry about it!! I’ve got it covered. All you gotta do is go to that ceremony and soak up all the praise.”

Before Deuce can protest, the fanfare of distant trumpets meets their ears. It is a victorious song, one ushering in new beginnings. He shares a look with Ace, who grins wickedly.

"Aaaand there's your cue. Talk about timing.” He aggressively smacks Deuce on the back. "Go ahead, everyone's waiting for you. I gotta go help out our special guest, but I’ll be in the crowd! Catch ya later!"

"See you…” He has barely finished speaking, but Ace is already gone.

Deuce sighs and fixes his posture, shoulders squared and head held high. He runs a hand through his hair, letting his locks fall back into their natural place. His gaze is deep, contemplative—an ocean wondering whether to let a wanderer sink or swim.

A generous gulp of air for his shaky confidence.

Out with the old and in with the new.

With that, he steels himself and makes a bold stride into the gardens.

Heartslabyul students stand at attention, making way for his entrance. Their best tablecloths and decorations are set out, and a band is in full swing. Even the rose trees seem celebratory today, letting loose a scatter of petals dancing in the breeze.

The sunshine, a solitary spotlight illuminating his path.

All eyes on him.

Deuce follows the road paved for him by a crimson carpet. His dorm leader, in all of his finery, awaits him at the other end with a scepter and a stern smile. When he reaches Riddle, the redhead clears his throat.

At once, the trumpets cut off. The song, at its end at his command.

Deuce immediately lowers into a kneel. His eyes are kept trained on the ground, both to steady his stance and to keep from being ill on the spot.

Riddle looks to the waiting crowd, his authoritative voice projecting outward. “Students of Heartslabyul! We are gathered here today to witness the ascension of one among you: Deuce Spade.”

“Yes, dorm leader!”

“He has proven himself worthy countless times over,” Riddle continues, glowing with pride. “Deuce entered this institution with a crude attitude and barely comprehending basic mathematics—but with time and rigorous study, he has risen from delinquency to the ranks of the honor roll.

“What’s more, Deuce has demonstrated immense honor and strength of character. Countless times has he held true to his own moral convictions, defending the weak and the downtrodden. His goodness is immeasurable—a model for us all to follow.

“Deuce Spade wholeheartedly embodies the spirit of strictness extolled by our dormitory. I can think of no better man to have as our next vice dorm leader.”

Riddle gently brings his scepter down upon Deuce. First on the right shoulder, then the left.

“You may rise.”

He does, newly knighted.

“Heartslabyul!” Riddle lays a hand on Deuce’s arm, spinning him around to face the audience. “Your new vice dorm leader!”

The students erupt into applause and cheers. Card suits of all kinda, gathered to celebrate him.

How far he has come.

“Congratulations, Deuce! Congratulations, vice dorm leader!”

“Th-Thank you!” he manages. His nerves are still in control, and his next sentence seize in his throat.

“Any words for them?” Riddle asks quietly. “Something to inspire confidence.”

An acceptance speech?! Deuce completely locks up. I-I didn’t prep for this…

“Um, I’m not sure if I…”

But he sees the eager faces of his peers, thinks of the expectations places on him. His eyes frantically search, seeking another way out, another answer. Then—

In the corner of his vision, figures darting out from the rose maze.

It’s Ace, sprinting as fast as his feet will take him. His cheeks are cherry red from exertion. He falls in line at the back of the crowd, doubling over, hands on his knees, and gasps for his breath.

Ace is followed by a woman, her bobbed hair streaked with blonde and navy—a navy not unlike Deuce’s own. She is dressed modestly, her cap and jacket stamped with a white rabbit logo, aquamarine eyes piercing through the shadow of her hat. Her lips painted a golden brown, a spade dangling from an ear.

Their special guest.

Mom?

"Deuce!!" she calls out, waving an arm at him. "I wanted to be here--to see you on your special day! I'm not too late, am I?"

"Mom...!" his voice rings out, carrying across the garden and to her. "Of course not. You..."

You're always there for me.

Deuce straightens, his courage gathering. He is a flower, freshly watered and reinvigorated as he addresses the onlookers.

“For a long time, I thought I was a bad kid... that I would always be a bad kid, no matter how much I tried. But I'm here. I've made it."

Deuce glances around the assembly. At Ace, at his dorm leader, at Riddle, at the spaces once occupied by his upperclassmen.

"So... thank you very much for giving me a second chance...! For this opportunity! I promise, I'll keep doing my very best from here on out and get better and better every day!"

He bows.

The audience is uproarious. A sharp whistle--from Ace. Riddle nods approvingly.

His tears well in spite of himself.

When he at last raises his head, he sees his mother is sobbing too.

So proud of him.

[rejaytionships]

Bug, Ghost and Dragon for who’s on your mind RIGHT NOW…. :3

- @sheepie-self-ships

(i'm circling a few rn but i'll answer for father rn! he's my little guy. ty for the ask :D)

(arnie, my s/i, uses any pronouns with she/her primary)

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[Bug]: How do you comfort one another when you get scared? Is there any teasing involved?

On the rare chance Father ends up genuinely scared, all he really needs to go back to normal is for Arnie to give him some soft pats on the back and some reassuring words that he's going to be alright, nothing's going to hurt him.

Unless it's, like, something Arnie is also scared of, in which case they're both entirely out of there. Yabba dabba doo!

Conversely, Arnie is kind of a 'fraidy-cat, and initially Father would totally tease her about this. He didn't really understand why she was so jumpy about the simplest of things. After Arnie explained it to him (and kind of chewed him out about it), he's mellowed out and is more reassuring that there's no reason for her to be afraid so long as he's there.

Very, very rarely, Arnie now sometimes jokingly teases Father back on the small chance that he gets scared by something she also just got scared by.

[Ghost]: Has your f/o ever helped you get over a fear? Have they ever pushed you out of your comfort zone?

Pushed Arnie out of her comfort zone? Sure! It helps to get out there!

Actually cured a fear? Ehhh... different story.

Father knows Arnie gets a little weird about heights sometimes, and thought it'd be cute to take her to do some bungee jumping. Great way to safely get over that fear of falling, right?

Wrong. Arnie refused to be off the ground for the next week. There was a lot of apologizing on Father's end because he genuinely didn't think it would go over that poorly. He really did think this was the best way to fix the fear.

Father has tried to think of less intense ways to commit exposure therapy because of this accidental complete flop, but it's still a work in progress.

[Dragon]: Does your f/o have a kryptonite? Does your s/i know about it? What about vice versa?

Father cannot stand cold temperatures (unless he's eating something cold like ice cream; his discomfort is more with being physically surrounded by cold), and has been defeated using this weakness in the past.

Arnie eventually learned about this when Father accidentally spilled ice cream on himself and had a nasty reaction to it. It made sense to her in hindsight that the fire powers guy would be stopped by freezing cold temperatures, but in the moment it freaked her out pretty bad.

Now she makes sure that Father is never in a position where he would spill anything chilly directly onto himself. Father assures it's not that big of a deal for her to worry about, but that initial incident miiight have freaked her out a little because she straight up thought he was going to mayhaps die on the spot.

Arnie doesn't have a kryptonite to Father's level, but she does immediately disarm over arachnids. Spiders horrify her, and she's had missions where she's fumbled because there just so happened to be a spider present at the worst moment.

Because of it affecting her work, Father is very aware; it does also affect her willingness to dust certain parts of the house, so Father ended up spending a comical amount of time on automatic bug hunters just so that he didn't have to constantly follow Arnie around every time she had to clean a creepy corner or crevice.

[ancient-cats-unite]

Jam Session

The music cats jam out together! What could go wrong? Many things, especially when a guest star gets involved.

"Sorry I'm late!"

Moneko burst into the studio door, almost tripping and sending her pink songbook flying. Ramen Cat, who changed from his work clothes to something more extravagant caught it. He chuckled, handing back to the girl.

Ramen was decked out in a sparkling red and orange gradient jacket. One sleeve was studded while the other had "RAMEN" sewed on with sparkly thread. Ripped jean shorts and boots with yellow laces made him look pretty kickass. Moneko had the complete opposite clothing sense, a strawberry pink dress with a green belt, hair extensions in pink and green with hot pink mary janes.

"Hey Moneko! We're kinda waiting on the Rock Revengers."

The studio was sleek, a stage fitted enough for the gang as well as some speakers set up. The jam session pooled their money together to rent for an hour though Moneko's salary could pay for it hundred fold. Moneko pulled up a plastic chair.

"Neat! I got this cool song I've been practicing for awhile. I miiight play it on my world tour."

Ramen propped himself up on her lap, looking at the lyrics in pink pen. Suddenly the door burst open with a loud kick. The mortar player held a large music case, almost comically large. The others streamed in, rough housing antics ensuing with the bee and the crab.

"WE'RE HERE MOTHERFUCKERS!"

The mortar player propped up his drum on the stage. The crab ruffled both Ramen's and Moneko's hair.

"Whassup crazy folk?! Haven't seen y'all since winter!!"

Moneko giggled, while Ramen hurried to fix his springy hair.

"Yeah, yeah.. ey, where's the other guy?"

Ramen retied his black hairband. The Rock Revengers stood up, confused. Moneko checked her phone, scrolling through their reserved time.

"Yes! We have another person coming. She's a very special friend of mine-"

The door creaked open, following the jangle of beads. A typical cat with an eye popping headdress rolled in. Alongside her was a mini cat carrying her microphone on a velvet pillow.

"Meawuuu!"

There was nothing typical about this cat. She was known for her over the top displays at her concerts. Flashing lights, gravity defying stages and excellent costume design. She was a force to be reckoned with, even after her retirement no one could take her top spot. Her popularity was a hidden gem to the empire. The one and only.. Cabaret Cat.

"Meawuuuuuu! Meaoo!"

Cabaret Cat nuzzled Moneko's leg, sitting next to her on her velvet pillow. She mewled sweetly like it was a sincere greeting.

"..okay, who is this cat?"

The chestnut player asked, lugging his music stand along. He was immediately tackled by the mortar player.

"Dumb fuck! This is CABARET CAT. THE GREATEST CAT MUSICIAN OF ALL TIME."

Cabaret Cat begun to groom herself. Dismissing her cat companion, she held her microphone in her mouth. Ramen looked at Cabaret Cat, jaw dropped.

"How did you get Cabaret Cat in here? With US??"

Cabaret Cat was gently carried into Moneko's lap.

"Oh, she just wanted to sing with us! For fun! She texted me on Meowter."

Moneko held Cabaret Cat all the way to the stage. The Rock Revengers stammered, pushing the highest pedestal for the tiny cat and bowing. It was very out of character for them, they bowed to no one.

"H-here you go Cabaret Cat!"

Cabaret rewarded their kind gesture, allowing a pet from each. The rockers were reduced to a grateful mess.

"I.. I petted the Miss Cabaret.. I'm never washing this paw again!"

Ramen rolled his eyes.

"Okay.. Cabaret. Should we, uh, get you anything?"

"Meawuuu! Meaw meaww!"

She shook her head, getting slapped in the face by beads and string. The rockers connected their instruments to the speakers, Ramen pulled out his spare microphone and helped the other two singers connect their microphones.

"So should we start with 'Cat eat Cat world'?"

Moneko set up her lyrics on a music stand. Cabaret bonked into the microphone just to make sure it worked.

"Yeah, thats like the only song we know."

Ramen pulled out a microphone stand in his paws. The Rock Revengers were all set up at this point. The mortar player was hyped at this point, jumping right in.

"Hell yeah! One, two, one, two, three, four!"

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Terrible, absolute abhorrent musical skills ensue. Loose and sloppy was the only tempo the rockers were used to. Cabaret sighed in disappointment. When the band got to the bridge of the song, Cabaret let out her signature verse.

"Meawu! Meawu meawu!!"

The floor began to crack. Rumbling the stage, everyone hurried off to witness the magic of the Cabaret. A huge humanoid cat came from the ground in sparkling neon and gold. Cabaret jumped from her seat and landed on the statue's paws. It rose until it broke the roof of the studio, up to the sky. Cabaret, fully confident on her own stage, started her solo.

The cats below were both starstruck and devastated. Ramen looked at the debris that surrounded them. Miraculously no one was hurt.

"I really REALLY HOPE she's paying for this."

"Is that Cabaret's hit single "Meow into my heart"?"

"Yessss!!"

Cabaret had quite a crowd around her as she sung to her heart's content. After she finished, she winked at her friends below. The statue then drifted off into the sunset. The crowd was shook except the band.

"I'm NOT PAYING FOR THIS. Can't you get Cabaret to pay for this Moneko?"

Ramen held his paws up. A whole clutter of voices from the Rock Revengers, Moneko and Ramen overrid any sort of civil conversation.

"I can probably take this out of my budget!!"

"FUCK NO, WE'RE SUING!"

"But what about MISS CABARET??"

"KEEP THAT TO YOURSELF YOU DAMN CRAB SIMP!"

"Watch your LANGUAGE DIPSHIT-!"

"MONEKO is RIGHT HERE Ramen!"

"Guys please!!"

In the horizon, Cabaret Cat and her statue sat on a large hill. The cat sipped on a pink lemonade, singing her famous tune.

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[joseopher]

How the different Atlas Six character text

Inspired a discussion on my my discord

Nico

Emojis, emojis, emojis😍

Sends memes constantly🤪

Sends weird pictures of animals he hyper-fixates on🐗

His phone case is cracked cause he keeps dropping it out the window, he could fix it, but he doesn't😝

His home screen is a picture of Gideon❤️

His lock screen is this:

Go to meme:

Max

I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD TEXT IN ALL CAPS

HE'S JUST SILLY THAT WAY

IF YOU GO TO HIM WITH YOUR PROBLEMS HE WILL JUST SUGGEST SEX BECAUSE HE THINKS IT'S FUNNY (EVEN THOUGH HE'S ASEXUAL)

Will text normally if something is really serious

ALSO LOVES MEMES

His home screen is a picture of him as a dog eating a bone that is dangerous for him and he is certainly not supposed to have

His lock screen:

Go to meme:

Parisa

Do not text her

She will not answer

Call her

Gideon

Uses text emojis like :)

Always has correct grammar

Loves his friends' memes but doesn't understand them cause he sleeps too much to keep up with what memes are popular

Tries to send memes back but they're always peculiar

His home screen is a picture of him with Max and Nico

His lock screen is this to remember if he's awake or not:

Go to meme:

Callum

His lock screen and home screen is the selfie he took of Tristan and Nico's hostage

He sometimes sends the hostage picture to Tristan when he wants attention

He will leave you on read if you text him (prefers calling)

If you're Tristan and you text him, he miiight call you

When he does text he ends everything with 🙂

Once Reina texted him and he replied like this: "Hello🙂" and "What do you want?🙂" which made Reina realize that something was wrong with him

Go to meme (ironically):

Libby

Makes lots of spelling errors because she's anxious! /nm

Lots of exclamation marks, smiley faces and tone indicators to make sure she's not misunderstood😀

Has locks on her phone to make sure she doesn't spend too much time on it

Study notes on her phone, but not too many in case Varona gets into it and tries to mess them up

Lockscreen/homescreen:

Go to meme:

Reina

one word answers

all lowercase because she doesn't care enough to capitalize

overuses this emoticon: -_-

prefers text over calling, but truly just prefers no one contact her ever

buys the least eco-friendly phones possible just to fuck with nature

is secretly disappointed when no one texts her

Lockscreen/home screen except she's actually serious that she hates plants:

Go to meme:

Tristan

Doesn't have a phone case because he is normal.

Has the latest phone and it's in pristine condition.

Default lock screen and home screen (except one time Nico got a hold of his phone and changed it into an embarrassing picture Nico took of him, which was him asleep on Nico's shoulder).

Ends all texts with a period. Even questions.

He does not send memes, he is not a child.

[lightvsdark18]

Some responses to voicelines (Ruggie)

Hey, here's your prize! Shyeheehee, ain't it nice to be rewarded just for coming to school every day? You better be here tomorrow, too.

*confused and shunned to speak*

Why're you tryin' to look after me? You're such a weirdo.

What's wrong with wanting to help you out?

You really are such a goody-goody. Don't come cryin' to me if it bites you in the rear. Though depending on what it's about, I miiight be inclined to lend a helpin' hand.

Good to know, you brat.

Looks like I'm still growing. I gotta keep you around!

Oh, now you need me.

School Uniform

As they say, there's no such thing as a free lunch.

Unless someone else is paying for it.

Can you really afford to be spacing out?

... Maybe a little bit.

Need somethin' from me? I'll hear you out if you gimme something in return.

Like what?

I'm willing to keep an eye on Grim anytime you need a break. How's ten marks an hour sound?

... I'll think about it.

You gotta think about what you'll be doin' after graduation and act accordingly. Life doesn't end with graduation, y'know.

I'm fully aware of that, Ruggie. It's just hard when you have no motivation.

P.E. Uniform

I'm a whiz at sports. Well, I'm better than you, anyway.

I don't play sports, so you're really not complimenting yourself there, Ruggie.

Uuugh, I'm starving. I wanna gorge on sugary donuts dunked in milk until I pop.

... Chocolate donut holes.

You got on Coach Vargas' bad side? Just compliment his physique and all will be forgiven.

But he doesn't deserve compliments from me.

Labwear

You'd better stay away from the botanical garden. If you bother Leona while he's trying to nap... Ooh, I shudder to think.

You act like I haven't disturbed his naps before.

Jack is growing a cactus in his room. Is it for emergency rations or somethin'?

I think he's just growing it for fun.

When it comes to cooking, all I can do is throw together whatever's on hand, but it seems like Leona doesn't care as long as it's edible.

I have a cheap meal idea: rice, ground meat and taco seasoning.

I can tell you what was on last year's test. I'll even give you the friend discount!

I think I can handle the test on my own, thanks though.

Ceremonial Robes

You don't know about this school's history? But you GO here!

That doesn't mean I'll look up the history. I shouldn't even be here.

How about a nice picture of you in your robes to remember the occasion? It's just ten thaumarks a copy! What a steal, right?

Really, Ruggie?

Ugh, I'm beat. I'm always so tense durin' formal ceremonies, since I'm not used to them yet. How about you?

I get fidgety from sitting for so long.

Your makeup's smudged. It's okay, I'll fix it. Don't worry, I used to do this as a part-time job!

Oh, okay.

Dorm Uniform

Who just stepped foot in my territory?

I got leftover cookies.

I'm heading to the cafeteria with Leona. Wanna come with? Havin' another gofer will make things a lot easier.

*shakes head playfully*

The most important thing on the savanna is to never let your guard down. If you do… you'll be someone's dinner!

Grim, he meant you'll get bullied.

Even if you can't use magic, there're plenty of ways you can make up for it. Want the whole lecture?

No, not really.

Gala Couture

I used to babysit the neighborhood kids back when I lived in the slums. I'd make 'em flower crowns like this.

Aw.

Leona looked almost princely in his fairy getup. ...Wait, duh. He IS a prince.

But he doesn't act like one.

Easy there. If this outfit gets wrinkled, Professor Crewel's gonna chew our heads off.

He can kiss my ass, I don't want to be here.

Halloween

You better run if you don't want your treasure plundered!

What happens if I don't have treasure for you to steal?

Hmm. Pie, gratin, soup… Oh, don't mind me. Just debating what to do with all the pumpkin guts we scooped outta the jack-o'-lanterns.

... I think the soup because it's chilly out. Heh, pumpkin donuts.

Did you see what Ortho did to scare people? He'd ambush 'em and blast loud screams and banging sounds. The way people jumped and freaked out was hilarious!

I hope he doesn't do that to me cause that hurt me than scare me.

It's a Halloween night packed with ghosts. You might wanna take off now if you don't wanna get scared.

You're saying this to a horror fan. The fun is just starting.

Pirate ships remind me of this time I worked on a cruise ship and got real seasick. Luckily, I adjusted after a few days at sea. a price, of course.

You worked on a cruise?

[femmmie]

THE ISLAND

Read the entire fic on AO3

Chapter 11: On board

Ian and Anthony meet a boatload of sillies <3 Ian and Amanda meet again, Ian and Anthony reconnect, and they meet everyone on the boat (Lonely Island playing in the bg lmao)

Chapter word count: 1.580

Rating: general

“Whoa!”

The engine of the speedboat screeched to a halt as Anthony steered around just in time not to hit the oncoming boat. He did, however, splash green water all over it, dousing a tall woman who stood on deck.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing!”

“Amanda?”

“Mister president?!”

“Do you know her?”

A couple more people appeared on deck of the trawler, all excited and surprised at the presidential encounter.

“Yeah, she interviewed me a couple times.” Ian scowled at her. “And then she sold out to all those big companies she said she wanted to fight against!”

“No, Ian! Please, I didn’t! My editor ruined that entire piece!”

Damnit, even with her hair in a simple bun and wearing casual clothes – which were now soaked – Amanda was still a smoke show.

Anthony instantly joined in the argument on Ian’s side. “And you just let them write a false story in your name?”

“No I didn’t! I quit! Why do you think I’m on a boat now! Wait. Who are you? Anyway, Ian, why are you on a boat? Why has the sea turned green?”

“Well...”

“Anthony!”

“Nicole?”

As Ian and Anthony climbed on board, everyone but Amanda was ‘mister president’-ing Ian, and Anthony got why he didn’t like it.

Nicole pushed her way through the crowd, though, and pressed him into a hug.

“I thought you were dead, bro.”

“Hey. It’s okay, I’m here. I’m sorry I left without notice.”

Anthony addressed the rest of the group.

“So… I miiight… have turned the sea green?” Anthony tried to look his prettiest so this bunch of silly looking people wouldn’t kill him.

“And why would you do that?” Damien asked.

“Uhh, to, you know, save the world and stuff…”

“Why is it green?! It’s greener than Noah’s hair!” Olivia demanded.

“It’s algae, they are gonna clear up all the world’s CO2 and lower the temperatures,” Ian said knowledgeably.

“Not all the CO2, but enough to reverse the climate disaster, hopefully?” Anthony was already doubting himself, and whether it had been a good idea or not.

“And why is the president here?” Angela looked genuinely confused.

“Oh, there was a coup attempt, my plane crashed and my best friends are probably dead,” Ian replied. Only now did Anthony understand what Ian must be going through right now. He was apparently very good at hiding his feelings. And it had all gone so fast. Ian was out here at sea, alone. Anthony felt very protective of his new president friend.

“Should we call someone?”

“Nah, I don’t really feel like being president at the moment.”

A breeze picked up. Everyone breathed in.

“Wow, is that a FRESH gust of wind?!”

“It’s working, Anthony,” Amanda stage-whispered, in awe.

“So maybe we don’t have to brainstorm anymore, it’s all fixed now?” Angela looked a bit disappointed at the thought.

“We can still party at the island though,” Chanse winked at Angela.

“Haha, hell yeah! Let’s go to the island!”

“What island?” Ian and Anthony asked, puzzled.

~

It was a few days later. They were well on their way to the island. Ian and Anthony sat on the back of the deck. They were smoking. Both had a stubble and they wore loaned t-shirts and shorts. Anthony’s curls were blown all in one direction, and Ian’s hair fell over his eyes, a very different look than the carefully coiffed wave he had made his signature.

“NO way dude, she was your girlfriend?”

“Yeah, until we bumped teeth and the romance kinda died.”

They laughed.

“So yeah, I follow a vegan diet and I do yoga to stay in shape…” Anthony did a few yoga poses, almost toppling over as the trawler hobbled over a big wave.

“That’s hella impressive,” Ian complimented. “I can’t do any shit like that.

“You don’t need to, you’re fit already.”

“Like hell I am. Anyway. I wish I had my phone, I have so many memes to show you,” Ian lamented.

Anthony was studying the middle tress of hair on Ian’s forehead. Its waywardness intrigued him.

“So, what’s the deal between you and Amanda? She’s pretty hot.” Anthony was gauging how Ian responded. Was he into her?

“Yeah, I mean I guess I thought we had a thing, but it’s kinda dead now. Very dead.”

“But she didn’t write that article though.”

“True, but the damage has already been done you know. Ugh. I have such bad luck at romance.”

“Maybe you’re not looking in the right places,” Anthony said while moving closer to Ian. He wiggled his brows like a giant dork.

“Are you trying to get a presidential pardon for committing ecocide?”

“Yeah, obviously!” Anthony laughed. But he moved closer still and licked his lips while reaching for the strand of hair. It was ever so slightly in the way of Anthony’s first class view of Ian’s ocean blue eyes. Was ‘ocean blue’ even still a thing?

Ian wasn’t fazed by Anthony’s flirting, though. And that excited Anthony more than he liked to admit.

“What are you willing to do for it?”

“Anything.”

“Isn’t that kinda slutty though, like, have some standards, man.”

“No. I’m a slut and proud of it.” A wide grin formed on Anthony’s face. He raised his eyebrow while squinting his eyes. He yawned, leaned backward and spread his legs as wide as humanly possible.

Ian sighed. “Why are we stuck on this boat full of crazies, I want us to get out of here.”

Anthony raised his head. “Us?”

“Yeah, I want to see what kind of slutty things you have in store for me!”

“I’m afraid we will have to go and live on that island if you want to stay hidden from the world.”

A cloud obscured Ian’s eyes for just a second. But then he smirked. “Imagine we were on a dating show and these people were our only options.”

“Ew! Ew, and we had to go on dates with them and shit.” Anthony laughed. It was such a wonderful sound to Ian, it was almost exactly like he remembered. He wanted it to go just a little higher, a little louder, all-out…

“Who would you smash and who would you pass?”

“Hmmm,” Anthony thought about it. He was having more fun than he’d ever had in his life. Ian was matching his freak to a degree he didn’t know was even possible.

“I mean, Olivia is kinda pretty I guess?”

“Shut up! You’re not into her. I saw you checking out Amanda though.”

“Nooo, dude, you’re projecting! I think there’s still something going on between you guys!”

“I don’t know… maybe… What’s going on between you and Nicole, though? You haven’t talked about that story yet.”

“Listen, I love Nicole. But we’re colleagues, that would be weird!”

Anthony was trying to remember everyone’s names. “What about… Arasha though?”

“Ew, too young!”

“Okay. What about Keith?”

“Now we’re talking. I’d smash Keith. What about you?”

“I’d pass. I’d smash… Okay okay! I’d smash Amanda. She is kinda scary though.”

“True, isn’t that the exciting part about her, though?

“Absolutely. She could probably dominate us both at the same time.” Why did Anthony say that? He was really walking the line now.

“She totally could! She’d make us do some butt stuff probably, to each other.” Wow. Ian was still one-upping him. Anthony couldn’t help but laugh uncontrollably.

“There it is! I remember that laugh! Dude, you would always laugh the hardest at my jokes.

“I thought you found it mega-annoying.”

“Only when you’re being cocky. Actually, it was what I lived for in high school.”

“You would always make the best jokes,” Anthony said, tears in his eyes from laughing.

“I’d try my best to be funnier than my friend group.”

“I wasn’t really happy in mine,” Anthony admitted, the bitterness of the memory clearly showing on his face.

“No, what was up with that anyway? I heard there was some drama.”

“Yeah. It was basically a bunch of gothic kids who tried to out-emo each other. It was a hierarchy thing. I tried to stay out of it.”

“You should have totally hung out with us, I mean, you’re pretty funny yourself.”

“And be a school clown and put tables on roofs and shit?”

“Why not? What’s wrong with that?”

“Fair.”

“Would you smash me?” Ian looked at Anthony seriously, adding to the moment. Anthony fell back into hysterical laughter.

“I mean,” he finally recollected himself, “if it was you or Chanse, I would definitely pick you.”

“Valid. Chanse has really intense, pretty eyes though.”

“Yeah, but yours are even better…”

“Are they?” Ian batted his eyes at Anthony, who laughed again.

“Wait, we should totally be like, moles on the show though,” Ian said. He was very much in his element, coming up with crazy scenarios. “So we could sabotage everyone else’s relationships for prize money.”

“We would work together as a team.”

“Yeah totally. I would be the mastermind, and you’d go and seduce them with your slutty yoga poses or some shit…”

“Yes! That way I could fulfill my slutty needs and fuck everyone on the island.”

“Including me of course.”

“Oh absolutely, every day.”

“As a treat.”

“As a motherfucking TREAT.”

“Anthony? Mister President?” Angela walked up to them.

“Please just call me Ian,” Ian repeated in vain.

“We’re almost there! See? The island is right there!”

A beautiful green island with white beaches had appeared amidst the green sea.

[clumsiestgiantess]

Shockingly (or maybe not shockingly, I might’ve told you this in one of our conversations about it), this is VERY accurate to the initial concept of the story lol

It was a dream I had (probably after watching the Lego movie) where every time I got close to the model Lego train I had it would warp into a real metro train and a real city. No one could see me so I spent my time ogling over all the tiny things (as you do), but during my search I came across a young woman who could see me, waiting at the station.

Obviously she freaked out and started telling everyone to look up but they all just kinda shuffled away from her like she was crazy. I was so surprised I miiight have made it worse by following her everywhere trying to explain myself while she ran from me… Eventually I did corner her and the scene was very much like the one where Alexis finally corners Erica. I let her go, and every day I came back to have my g/t fix and wander the city she would be there, and we’d awkwardly try to avoid eye contact and pretend we didn’t see eachother.

Eventually I think she told me she wanted to talk, but I woke up before I got the chance to.

G/T Writer Appreciation Challenge #3: Poorly Summarize a fic from another creator...

@clumsiestgiantess 's Other-world: imagine if The Man Upstairs from the Lego movie was an overprotective wlw giantess trying to get the messiest lego girl to clean up her act

[donttouchtheneednoggle]

With a tremendous jolt his fall was broken, but it was not the painful impact he had been expecting. He slowly opened his eyes to find a pair of deep blue ones gazing back at him, wide with surprise. They belonged to a man who looked about his own age, with close cropped blonde hair and whoa very muscular arms that were currently holding him under his shoulders and legs. Elyan opened his mouth to say something but there was a drawn out yell and Gwaine fell on top of them, knocking the three of them into a heap on the ground.

That was how they met Percival.

Mfs are falling out of trees like disney princesses

[wanderersbell]

Aaah i live for the idea of being the wanderer's travel companion!! i love the "lending you his hat" fic you did, it's so well done ♥️ i don't even have anything specific to request, i would just love for more cute moments like that 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

a trip to vanarana

wanderer x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1620

a/n: anon i'm so glad you love that idea bc it's my fav and i think about it all the time! here's some more for you (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ this miiight be kinda off lore wise bc iirc the only reason people couldn't see aranara was due to the inability to dream, and considering they can now i feel like that also implies they can see the little guys but i could be wrong so oh well - enjoy!

bringing fresh fruit to the aranara in vanarana had become a special, self indulgent little routine of yours as of late. 

honestly, you weren’t even sure if they could eat, but all of it always vanished within a couple of days when you’d come back with more, and the aranara would greet you eagerly - so you figured wherever it went it must be getting put to good use. two to three times a week, rain or shine, you would drag the wanderer with you to pick up fresh produce from the market and carry it to the tiny village. he would grumble and huff the whole way, drag his feet like a petulant child, but refused to let you go alone if you offered to let him stay behind. 

“you’re basically exploiting me.” he points out, kicking a stray hilichurl arrow away from his foot. the camp the two of you just cleared out sits vacant now as you lift the discarded sack of fruit back up over your shoulder, the weight slightly heavier than before after tossing in the apples and sunsettias you just found. 

you shoot the wanderer a slightly exasperated look from where he’s still tossing hilichurl loot around with his foot instead of picking it up. he pretends to be lost in thought once you whip your head around to face him, wiping invisible dust off of his shoulder like dealing with a small camp of monsters is anything more than a minor inconvenience for someone with his level of abilities. 

“when i take you with me i’m exploiting you, when i leave you behind it’s excluding you.” you sniff, fixing him with glare when he finally meets your eyes. “has anyone ever told you that you’re difficult?”

his brows raise in faux disbelief, his right hand coming to rest over his vision like he’s deeply offended by your words. “me? difficult? is it so wrong to desire compensation for my troubles?”

you can’t help the way your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head, but a small smile still tugs at your lips at his dramatics. 

“is my company not enough for you?” you joke as the aranara village comes into view. the loud scoff behind you comes as no surprise. 

“not in the slightest. this is a waste of time, i have better things to be doing right now.” 

you give a thoughtful hum in response, choosing to say nothing else as the silent acknowledgment between the two of you goes unsaid, but speaks loud enough all the same. with you, when he can’t comfortably bring himself to admit the truth, he’ll say the opposite of what he feels. you know this very well, so what he means is: “more than enough, i’d cause a scene if you didn’t let me tag along.”

soon reaching the aranara village, you and your travel companion head over to the center of the clearing and you unceremoniously let the fruit fall to the ground, reaching up to rub at your sore shoulder immediately afterwards while the wanderer gives you a pointed look that you choose to ignore. he insisted you let him carry the bag before you left, you always end up complaining about how heavy it is, but you refused and wouldn’t let him take it from you despite knowing the truth of his words. 

it’s only moments later that the aranara start to emerge from their tiny homes and wobble over to you, their silly little hats and faces bringing a familiar sense of glee that overcomes you whenever you see them. 

“i’m back!” you exclaim with a huge grin that has your eyes squinting into crescents. “i hope your hungry! or ready to do… whatever you do with this stuff!” when you bend down to start taking the produce out of the bag and into a pile, the man standing next to you snorts lightly. 

the wanderer, ever the one to suck the joy out of things until they’re bitter and tasteless, is convinced they can’t eat and that you bringing them fruit is the equivalent of birds bringing shiny trash to people. this doesn’t bother you in the slightest though, so all he can do is stand back hopelessly and watch these little forest creatures rob you of perfectly good food. 

“you know, they probably throw it all into a hole and let it rot. compost for the garden.” he says while a few of the aranara swarm his feet and gaze up at him with expectant beady eyes. 

you give a nonchalant shrug in response. “that’s certainly not the worst thing they could be doing, so i don’t see a problem with it. contributing to their garden is a good deed, no?”

out of the corner of your eye, you see one of the floating aranara approach your traveling companion who glares suspiciously at the viparyas it carries in its hands. your heart swells immediately at the sight of the small forest creature offering him a flower out of the blue, hands flying up to cover your mouth lest you squeal in delight and ruin the moment. 

the wanderer still remains rooted to the spot, watching hesitantly as the aranara reaches out and waits until he outstretches his hand to drop the viparyas into his palm. his eyes momentarily flick down to the flower laying on his hand then back up to the aranara that bounces a bit in the air and makes a soft, pleased sound before turning and floating away. 

“oh my god,” you whisper-yell into your hands, eyes wide with disbelief at the interaction you just witnessed. with bewilderment clear on his face, the wanderer meets your eyes and purses his lips in embarrassment at the fact that you watched it all go down. 

fruit long forgotten, you clamber to your feet and lean closer to see the viparyas that’s still laying haphazardly on his palm. when you try to grab it, your travel companion finally snaps out of his shock and yanks his hand away from you with the flower clutched tight in his grip. 

“don’t you dare. it was given to me, not you.” he says firmly, smirking at the way your expression gives way to irritation faster than he can blink. 

“i thought you didn’t like the aranara!” you remind him, wholesome moment instantly ruined. “you hardly even help here, i’m positive it was meant for me anyways!”

when you reach out to try to take it again he turns his entire body away from you and peeks over his shoulder with a proud sneer. “if it was meant for you, it would’ve been given to you. this was obviously for me.”

a heavy sigh forces it’s way out of your lungs but you begrudgingly concede, willing to let him be possessive over the flower the little aranara gave him because, to be fair, it was a precious sight. you wave a hand at him dismissively and mumble a quiet, “fine, whatever.” before crouching down again to finish emptying the bag that had been forgotten, and you miss the way his expression falls at the genuine disappointment in your voice. 

tentatively, after a moment of contemplation, he leans over to tap you on the shoulder. when you turn your head to figure out what he wants, he thrusts the flower towards you with a tiny pout and blush on his face, eyes avoiding your own the way they always do when he thinks he accidentally hurt your feelings. 

of course, you didn’t actually mind that much, it was just a flower after all, but seeing the sincerity behind his actions, you can’t help but to play along and offer a small smile in response before tentatively taking the viparyas from his outstretched hand. 

the second your fingers brush he jerks his hand away and clutches it to his chest, standing back up with a huff and crossing his arms while you gaze fondly at the soft blue and purple petals. your chest clenches tightly at the fact that he had given it to you even if it was only because he thought you were upset, and when you glance up at him to offer him a grateful smile you find that he’s already watching you with a complicated expression on his face. 

“what?” you ask cautiously. “don’t tell me you already want it back.”

he clicks his tongue and averts his attention elsewhere. “of course i don’t, keep it for all i care.”

what he means is: “no, it’s for you anyways.” and the smile on your face unconsciously stretches into a giddy grin at his unconvincing frown accompanied color staining his cheeks while he pretends to ignore you. having already finished setting all of the fruit in a pile, you bundle up the bag and shove it under your arm as you stand up and walk over to his side, following his line of sight to watch the sky where the sun starts peeking out of the clouds with breathtaking rays of light. 

the comforting presence of the man beside you fills you with a warm, unexplainable feeling that you can’t help but want to cling onto forever, to hold onto so tightly that it permanently fuses with your being. 

“ready to leave?” he asks after a few blissful moments of silence, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. you nod softly, too content and peaceful to break the silence and speak. 

and so, you and your travel companion head back into town together, viparyas held tightly in your hand while the rays of light in the sky fully emerge from the clouds and illuminate the smiles on your faces. 

[a-libra-writes]

hi! thank you for taking requests! dont feel pressured to write mine if you're not feeling it, but maybe headcanons for dating Dick Winters/mutually crushing/dating but keeping it a secret. basically anything that you have muse for, i just want wanna read something with him! thank you sm <3

Hello hello~

The thing about pining dick winters is .... it writes itself 👀

He notices you pretty fast because you're one of the few women on base (likely admin or medical staff), but what keeps Dick's attention is your sharp wit and how you seem to easily handle the pressure of being on an army base. You're always doing your best and he respects your work ethic and steady head. That respect begins to turn to admiration, aaaand whoops! Turns into a big dumb crush.

Nixon teases him for the obvious crush which annoys Dick to no end. Of course he respects you, who wouldn't? You have several commendable qualities! Before Dick can start listing them, Nixon just shakes his head and pats his friend on the back.

He likes watching you in the middle of your work. A look of concentration as you take in information and give out orders, not missing a beat or getting flustered. He just has stars in his eyes and momentarily forgets what he came in to tell you. You kind of have a way of making the straight-laced man lose his train of thought. Maybe there was something to all of Nixon's teasing ...

... but even if Dick admits the crush to himself, he won't act on it. That would be unprofessional, and besides, a war is on. He'll just keep it to himself. He can do that. Though sometimes in the evenings, when he's sitting under the stars in frigid weather, he wonders if you're alright. During the day he'll spot you working, but he can't approach you, and he notices you seem exhausted. Dick wants to go over and check on you, but he has duties ...

And the yearning gets bad. You just stand next to Dick and the nerves kick in, and he wonders what to say. It's easy if you have reports and orders to give each other, he can talk work and business. Off hours, though? He's a little hopeless, but if you start the conversations and chat him up first, he eagerly listens and talks with you. Anyone passing by will notice how much lighter his expression and body language is. More than once you both have stayed up late over a cup of coffee and been utterly exhausted the next day.

The thing about keeping all of this hush-hush is, there's kind of war and death all around. Any men who notice the closeness and have some ideas about it, ultimately don't think about it that hard. There's other shit to worry about (If this was peacetime then oh yeah, the rumormill would start cranking). Nixon is the only one who knows for sure because he all but cornered you and made you spit it out - apparently he did the same to Dick the next day. Nixon helps keep any suspicion off, knowing the higher-ups wouldn't approve of fraternizing. Dick is also anxious about that, because being one of the few women in the military, you'd get punished the worst. Worst case scenario, they'd ship you home or discharge you. Just thinking about it fills Dick with guilt.

Yall could literally have a year or more of being very emotionally intimate and available - occasionally hands brushing, fixing each other's hair, dozing off next to each other - without saying anything or going any farther. Because saying something or crossing a "line" will suddenly make it very, very real, and then you have to name and hide your relationship. If you keep up the benefit of the doubt...

Though by the end of the war (especially by Austria), the whole Easy Company has figured it out lol. You're both unofficially married as far as they're concerned. Austria was when you and Dick could finally relax and you both miiight have been a little less careful. When Nixon offers a job at his dad's company to Dick, he hints the neighborhood is great for couples and there's lots of restaurants and stores that would suit a certain someone's tastes.

[lunartearrose]

So ive got an idea for a self-made bonus chapter! It involves rider, the s4 and some lore i have for him and his relations to them

Gonna put a cut since it miiight get lengthy, but this is the idea for it!

Btw, theres a certain headcannon of mine that goes with this, and its used in a fic i made! I'll link it down in the replies. It's not necessary, but you can read it to get a better idea of the tension that goes on in this idea!

So its post octo expansion arc, pre ranked arc. Army isn't bee hurt yet and Rider has just come back to the turf scene with yg team. When the s4 show up at the square individually with their teams, they notice a lot of whispers about Rider going around. Nothing that tells directly what's going on, but he will be having a team fight against some newbies later, so the s4 decide they'd sit in to see what's going on with him. The most they bet is that he's got a new trick up his sleeve!

Cut to a turf battle between team hachi and yg team, and the s4 are all shocked to see that rider has a pretty gnarly injury, the sanitizer scar. At the stage they see him, it's barely healed and he's playing more backline than up front, and his aim is most certainly not at it's usual sharpness (tho this aim is only noticable to their trained eyes, most would barely pick this up.) He might even be blind on that side now, but none of them can tell for sure.

Army, aloha, and mask, having previous history with rider, go and try to confront rider about his injuries on their own terms, which he, still rightfully mad about what they did to him, refuses to elaborate on. They pester until the three end up pestering together, then subsequently get yelled at by rider, and told along the lines of "why the hell should any of you care anyways?! Be glad one of your rivals got a handicap!" And tries to leave after that.

But of course the three still follow, having not been told and still concerned for him, especially since the tips of his tentacles are starting to turn the color of his wound. They end up trailing him to a stage not in rotation (maybe even a fest stage) and that's when Rider’s upset enough for something strange to happen - the wound glows and a special immediately ignites from the stress he feels.

"You want to know what happened to me so bad? Fine!"

And this is when the three suddenly find themselves engaging in an inner agent 3 esque battle, Rider’s limit with specials still not fixed. The three just barely dodge his splashdown, and his flings with a hero roller are faster than even mask can swing a carbon roller, not to mention if anybody tries to hit him he's rolling out of the way with a speed hard for even aloha to match.

What's clear to them now is that rider has very much never gotten over the hurtful things they said when their relationship as a team had been ended, and whatever is happening with him now is not helping those feelings! They try to stop him, and survive an inkjet phase, but army is taken out by bomb rush, mask is taken out by bubbles, and Aloha, who coincidentally was the closest to rider (and worst to rider at the time, who's words cut him the deepest), is left desparately dodging the consecutive splashdowns.

The other two had tried to apologize, and that was when they got got, and as aloha dodges he can no longer hold up a cool boy facade and is forced to confess that he had always regretted what he said back then; that he hated how he ended up hurting him and always wished things could go back to how they were, just healthier this time.

Aloha then survives a dead hit splashdown by using his baller, and grabs onto rider in an attempt to make him stop. He does stall for this moment, seeming to listen to aloha for a moment.

After that, a sniper shot hits rider in the face and it's enough to put a stop to the rampage. Skull's here, and he comments that it looked like they needed help - he was here the whole time, he just needed a good opportunity to get a direct hit and didn't want to get involved in being chased with specials.

Despite this, as army and mask get up from being knocked out and aloha carries rider, Skull explains he asked hachi about rider on a hunch and learned what happened in the deep sea, and that the wound is fresh and bothers him still. Oh, and he put salt water in that snipe shot because he remembers that was an old remedy avi's mom used to use for washing dirt out of scrapes, and figured it might do something to help.

The three thank skull for the save and get rider to his house, making sure he gets some proper rest while skull continues to use that remedy to attempt to fix Rider’s wound (and it does a good deal of help, actually! The sanitizer retreats more towards his eye.)

And of course, when rider wakes he and his old teammates have a proper discussion relating to what happened, and somewhat mend things back on good terms whilst aloha does some minor fixing of his gal, because that also barely survived the fight. He gets sad over his busted keychain that suffered that last splashdown, and rider offers to fix it (meaning he had glue) but that's how aloha convinces him to do the wahoo world thing. So yeah! Thats how you get costume arc.

Of course, they all are a bit different from their old selves, bur things are looking up and everyone's happier with being on better terms than before.

Hope you enjoyed this rant!

[pixxyofice]

Of Wings and Blood - A Owl House Swap AU

This swap au mainly switches the places of Luz Noceda and Amity Blight. Instead of Luz Noceda finding her way to the Boiling Isles from the Human Realm, Amity Blight is the human who finds herself in the Boiling Isles after running away from home.

Below the cut is a mix of me putting out the formal information and also just rambling, sorry about that!

Amity Blight finds herself in the home of Edalyn Clawthorne-Whispers and Raine Clawthorne-Whispers and their adopted demon son, King. Eda finds Amity as an opportunity to get something back for King, and while Raine is on edge about it, the two of them talk it over and propose the idea to Amity. Amity, used to going along with adult wishes, agrees, but finds how they talked about the idea odd.

After everything there happens (details to be hashed out later), Raine offers to send Amity back home, but Amity doesn’t want to go home. Eda then offers their home to Amity, since she has nowhere else to go, and Amity accepts. This starts the human’s journey on getting supportive adult figures and supportive friends compared to the people she has back home.

Raine is known as the Bat Bard, and if you know anything about why Eda is called the Owl Lady, you might know why they’re called the Bat Bard. They aren’t in the Bard Coven, but they still mainly rely on Bard spells while Eda’s more free-spirited with her magic.

Her first friend is Willow Park, and i still need to work out the details but Amity goes back to Eda and Raine and talks about Willow being in the wrong track, and Eda has to be held back from raising hell. Somehow, that day ends with Willow in the right track for her and the two of them promising to hang out more. I mean, Amity can’t do magic because she’s human, but they’ll figure something out!

Gus is still president of the H.A.S, of course, but one of his members is... Luz Noceda! She recently got detention, and, in fact, is first introduced to Amity via breaking out of it. It’s very impressive. Why’d she get detention? Well, she miiight be a multitrack student...

Luz Noceda is the daughter of Camila Noceda, with a dad who disappeared some time ago. She wears a witches wool cape all the time in a move seen as eccentric by the other students but as cool by Amity, and she’s generally a lot more outgoing and accepting than most are. Her mother runs a beast sanctuary as a beastkeeper, which is what Luz was actually first assigned at Hexside. But our dear Luz can’t just keep away from learning magic- she wanted to learn potions, and healing, and bard (inspired by Raine)-

So she’s a part of the multitrack crew! They’re like Canon Amity’s former friends that make up some of the background crowd sometimes- they appear and they talk and they’re cool and you can point them out in scenes and go ‘THERE THEY ARE’

She’s also friends with a more quiet potions student known by her nickname of Vee. She has dark skin with light skin patches and long brown hair and tends to avoid making eye contact. yes. this is our basilisk friend Vee in disguise as a Hexside student. She has a plotline regarding the other basilisk coming around and her deciding to erase her own memories that gets discovered by Amity and Luz and therefore has them discover about basilisks and what the hell Belos did around the time of Understanding Willow. (It’d be called something like Understanding Vee in this AU, probably.) And yes she gets adopted by Camila in this AU basically after that happens

Amity figures out she can do magic by basically accident- Raine does a fire spell, and Amity takes a picture of the spell circle getting completed. When she goes back to the picture later, she notices a pattern there that wasn’t there before, and she traces over it with paper. Then she holds her thumb on the pattern as she adjusts the paper, and accidentally does her first spell. This freaks her out slightly. and by slightly i mean she screams

Amity still kind of panics over her feelings- she’s still a lesbian with her first crush here- so that’s kind of the same as canon. Luz, on the other hand? As a witch with not as much to focus on, it’s more like it takes her a bit to realize the feelings she’s having and then once she realizes she’s fuckin done for. they might mutually pine for longer than in canon. Not sure how they get together yet in the AU.

Let’s see, what else to talk about- oh, yes! In the AU, Raine is the Bat Bard, yeah? They have a Bat Beast form that was caused via... uh... breaking family relationship things from eda’s side of things. just like in canon, Lilith didn’t think she was going to be casting a permanent curse. in the AU, though, Eda and Lilith were starting to fight more often, and Lilith thought that Eda could mess around and not have permanent consequences so she could too

... yeah that didn’t quite turn out, and Lilith turned to the Emperor’s Coven for comfort, which is a bad idea in the long run for her because THE EMPEROR’S COVEN IS LIKE A CULT.

yeah, the reason it’s ‘of wings and blood’ is because Raine has wings, not feathers, and there’s... ah. blood family issues. they’ll probably fixed in the future somehow.

In this AU, the arc of the human is getting a support system and supportive family and learning how to rely on that. Blood could also be indicative of that, haha.

There’s other information, but I don’t wish to ramble on for longer- feel free to ask me about details of the AU! i adore it so

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okay so. the neck is in fact too tight lmao. Which I figured it would be bc I didn't pattern it with a front seam or neck piece. Ironically, it feels like I miiight have gotten away with adding in some extra width at the back...

the fit is... a bit weird in the ponte. I feel like I actually should have done a small bust adjustment, but I didn't, and I don't want to dick around with fitting a princess seam now so maybe I can get away with taking in the side more... or maybe wearing two bras lmao.

the front V ended up.. lower than anticipated? I might have stretched it down tho bc it was wanting to bubble and I was trying to counter that. It's lower than the back point I think, which isn't ideal, but. I don't have time or energy to fix it.

I saved extra length so I could hem it however short I wanted, but I kind of like the extra long length, actually. feels dramatic.

idk what I'm going to do with the neck.. maybe trim it down more still like I'd thought at some point.

the pockets work great though. Not a "stand with hands in pockets" moment, but will fit my whole phone, which is ideal. and fairly low profile, which is what I wanted.

Maybe adding sleeves will counteract some of the wrinkling in the bodice...