#my ideas in this post are in a pretty immature state

[mikeylivesattheend]

SO I finally read the first Unwind book by Neal Shusterman and wowowowow people were not lying it's so genuinely incredible. Like no joke, even if you read this goofy post read the first book. It's not perfect (looking at you 2007 era feminism) but it's haunting my thoughts. I don't think it will ever fade. And you know the one scene. You know.

What I'm saying is, even after reading (and starting the 2nd book) of this very grounded, fleshed out world, I had to look it up on a03. With Jason Todd 💀💀💀

It doesn't seem to exist so here's some AU ideas/HCs

Note: This is for fun, and I do not know the ending to the series. This post will spoil general plot points of the first and second books.

-Bruce is a moderate on unwinding. He would, of course, never unwind HIS kids but he trusts s c i e n c e and it follows logic

-just for fun, maybe the person who killed his parents was an awol unwind, and hes grateful that person was able to live on in a better form

-bruce wayne has great security, and the family is intense about preventing storked babies. But if a mother does try, they usually send at least 1k to help, and a lot of mothers go to his house to get some financial assistance

- dick traveled a lot, met a lot of different people. I think he met a lot of unwinds, and his parents were pro not murdering teens, but they couldn't house them for more than a day or two. The law pays more attention to transient spaces they can track after all

-all of this to say dick loved meeting and showing off to new people, and doesnt like the cops, and doesnt like that they get so scared. His parents/troupe influenced him a lot but no one has really said any of this aloud to him since he's so young. Hes never feared being unwound, not seriously.

-my ideal fic wouldnt be dick focused, so his character progression might be depressing here.

-he thinks unwinding is immoral, says it feels wrong, doesn't use words like soul. He is passionate about this issue when directly confronted, but he believes temporary help is the best he can provide.

-dick feels secure he wont be unwound for two reasons. Bruce knows hes too capable to be detained by cops. And dick knows that bruce couldn't live with himself if he condemned dick to a divided existence, no matter what his logic says.

-Unwinding is a huge blur of grey for batman in chaotic, unpredictable Gotham. For brucie wayne, clinking champagne glasses with a teenager's hands, complimenting an elderly investors washboard abs, unwinding is a fact of life. But for bruce wayne, the father, the son, unwinding would always be a prolonged muder. Bruce does not ponder those feelings deeply. He does all he can (he doesnt)

-Dick doesn't like that they rat on violent runaways/unwinding awols, but he knows they fill in lower gaps as goons. He hates it at first, and bruce does learn to ignore more. But dick learns the dangers of desperation. He meets nore people who agree with unwinding, tithes, and as he grows into larger scale problems/hero teams, he loses sight of the bigger government issue.

-all this to say, as an adult, dick does what all his parents did in a way (money, hidden spots he knows, advice he's picked up on) but his morals match bruces more than his parents. He thinks that tithing is okay if the kid is 17 and consents, understands that religion is personal, despises the state homes doing it the most (bruce has given so much to those leeches).

-i dont know enough about the teen titans to know how theyd feel, how that would impact dick, if he'd even /have/ the entire team or if some became unwound

-oh my god unrelated note clark as a teen, despite being very loved, was glad he was indestructible. Docs dont use kryptonite

-jason jason jason my boy jason. So yes unwind awols are pretty natural to him, working girls, hes against the process bc he knows a lot of families who do that to kids & he gets it

-in this au he could keep the canon backstory. It still hurts bc he especially feels then he was a burden, storked by one of willis' exes. Or he could be fully storked from the jump. His bio dad is dead, shelia is the only one alive. Bruce is more anti-shelia initially bc she storked him but he knows some people do want to see their kids later in life? This also impacts his early social clout, since storks are looked down on. Maybe especially so where he's a 'real' burden.

-hes a lot more intense than dick abt unwinds, is deeply paranoid bruce will unwind him and has to be reassured bruce would never personally do that. Jason doesnt want to use unwind body parts, but bruce will always choose jays life over his 'moral high ground.'

-honestly most of death with the family will feel the same, the main difference is Jay will have a guilty thought, wonder if it would have been better to let bruce unwind him, if robin should have served everyone (bruce did not threaten this, but kids have been unwound for a whole lot less).

- THE CRUX IS THAT JAY WAKES UP WHOLE BRAIN IN NEW BODY HORRIFIED HEHEHEGED

- this au uses the movie version of utrh with talua stuff, but add in that the brain cannot automatically connect to the body, this is very untested, and it takes like a year to make it work at all. No laz pit, the body is a military buff 16 year old but not excessively violent yaknow

-he still loses it bc "oh my god I was unwound, how did this happen? did bruce do it? no no? he couldnt. i died. where am i? talias oh shit - gotta go fast yeet"

- he goes to gotham, doesn't try to kill bruce but does realize how fucked he is. He can barely open doors, has to think constantly to walk. After moping for a while talia finds him, offers to train him, explains he was meant to be a gift. Jay says he doesnt want to go back to bruce, talia fucked him over, she seems guilty so the training still happens, mainly as an urge to finish what she started, and maybe fulfill that initial goal someday

- im the most torn on this bc i think jason would never want to risk being their guinea pig again.

-he does not kill anyone until its a parts pirate. Talia sent him to increasingly pro unwinding people to force his hand for sure. Either to have a reason to cut him off, or to make their moral worldviews align more.

-Jay is def vaguely suicidal, self disgust. So this is punishment for him + scumbags. It also puts the body to a purposeful use, in honor of the kid.

-body dysmorphia duh btw. After this im extra fuzzy on details for jay

- i want him to be part of the anti divisional group, I want him to be a more community driven hero. But is that really in character for him? How would the unwinding world impact his priorities? Would he operate in gothan as the red hood, work as a human trafficker to save those kids?

- this is also the reason I'm not focusing on characters that come after jason much. His impact would need to be felt in some way in the stories, but I dont know where yet

-i think tim is part of a much, much larger family here and he didnt go to a fancy school. In canon his grades are mid, and even tho his parents love him, he has a lot of competition.

- him being robin makes his life a lot harder. Maybe after jack +janet die the gov actually orders most of the kids to be unwound bc state ho budgets etc. The uncle thing is very legitimately needed lmao

- steph storks her baby yes, but now she's able to keep track of their life in a really unhealthy way.

-i don't know enough about babs to know how she'd feel. I think she might be for it, she might even heal her spine with it. But I'm not sold on that fully

-cass is radically anti unwind. She does go to bruce, but honestly in this au she might leave because he does condone it through his inaction

- the justice league must be pro unwinding for conflict in this world to work, and finding out the reasons for that would be so interesting. Hell maybe the justice league wouldn't really be a thing at all, with such clashing morals.

-and idk how unwind ends so no fuckin clue on resolving the conflict AND adding superheroes

Sorry this was so long, and for at least 5 typos. Please steal my ideas and write a better fic than i can ty 😘😘😘

I'll probably end up adding more jason details to this if/when I find a game plan for jay or finish the unwind dystology

[mochamoth]

Hi here are some cringey ooc headcanons of Samarie because she's my favorite character.

(Ever. Like out of every franchise to exist.)

-She's autistic and has BPD.

-Her voice is very quiet and deep. She often speaks too softly to be heard unless the person is fully paying attention.

-She's picky with food because growing up she mostly ate the same food every day. That being said she is more opened to try sweet food, she likes sweet flavors.

-She's surprisingly decent at makeup, she just doesn't like wearing it (besides her lipstick). It's mostly because she's insecure about her face, plus she fears it'll draw attention.

-Very sweaty and clammy. It's her constant state of being it can't be helped unfortunately.

-She has a special interest in bugs, specifically moths.

-Despite hc she has a deep, creepy voice I think it'd be funny to make her sneezes overly loud for no reason.

-She likes reading, art, and collecting weird shit. She has a collection of (humane) taxidermy insects, bones, stuff Marina left lying around in the open, gifts from Marina (she cherishes those), and TONS of books about moths.

-This mf can't smile to save her life. They always either looked way too force or downright creepy.

-She didn't fully speak until she turned around 14 maybe 15. She knew how to speak she just didn't see a reason to do so outside of spells. She only started speaking because she planned on greeting Marina properly (never happened, she freaked out last minute and couldn't go through with the plan).

-She enjoys doing seemingly immature activities. Like making friendship bracelets or playing field games. She didn't have much of a childhood (if at all) so she's grown fond of the idea of doing all those fun, childhood related things.

-I see her and Abella being friends. This is mostly related to OC stuff I don't feel like yapping about, but basically I think Abella helps Samarie get more confident in herself.. Or at least give her the nerve to speak up (and actually say hi to people instead of oh idk following them around cough COUGH).

-She sleeps a lot. That's all.

-Rip Samarie you would've loved Monster High 😔🙏.

-I doubt this is a hc becuase pretty sure its canon, but she has an asymmetrical face. Which I love.

-She enjoys singing. It's not a hobby or passion of her's, more just something she does whenever she's painting or showering, even writing.

-Oh yeah speaking of she has a diary. She's been writing in it since she was very little and it one of the few things she managed to keep after (eventually) getting out the Ninth Circle.

-Best case scenario she gets the help she needs and slowly heals. Ik she is dying and that canonly she WILL be dead soon no matter what. This is MY out of character headcanon list, let me be cringe and stupid in peace 😔‼️

-She's a light weight. Just a feeling.

-She can be extremely paranoid alone in public places, she's either worried she'll get taken or worried people are judging and staring her down. Either way not a good time.

That's it for now, I'll make more if I come up with more and if I feel confident enough to post them 🙏

[calypsolemon]

I wanna hear about your favorite au you've made, I'm curious!

ack that's really hard to say any particular one is my favorite, though I have ones that I like over others.

Obviously, I've had transcendent au for the longest and probably have the most fondness and nostalgia for it. In short (and it should be said VERY short as this is a long and complicated au), it's an au where the ninja attempt to defy the destiny that has beaten them down for so long, but in the course of doing so they rise to meet it, destroying the world and becoming the gods of a new world in the process. I cannot call this au purely mine alone as it was a collaborative effort between members of my lego server. It's also probably the most messy, containing a lot of immature and underdeveloped thoughts on ninjago as a series, as well as just my emotional state at the time which was "angry abuse victim who just moved out of their childhood home." Over time my thoughts on the events of the au have evolved drastically and thusly the meaning of it has too, which isn't a bad thing. But it does mean its not really as streamlined or coherent as something I'd create now that I'm a bit older.

Oldman Lloyd au is also one of my favorites, and it sort of exists as a response to aspects of transcendent au I find myself now disagreeing with. Essentially, its just my imaging of what Lloyd's life will look like in the far future, where he has been doing the green ninja/ master lloyd/ conduit thing for enough ages that it has all become routine. This one is nowhere near as developed, existing mostly as a set of loosely connected vignettes in my mind. Still, what drives me to it is just the idea of following Lloyd thousands of years into the future, and seeing that he still has a life filled with meaning and friends he cares about even if they aren't the same set of friends he started with, something that I think the fandom is often hesitant to dwell upon.

Splinter-hearted, my adaptation of the classic fairytale "The Snow Queen," was at one time a ninjago au, which you might know if you've been around long enough. It was pretty straightforward, just a version of the Snow Queen where the characters were replaced with ninjago characters, having Nya as Gerda, Kai as Kay and Zane as the titular Snow Queen. However it isn't anymore as I quickly realized the characters were just too different from their ninjago counterparts, and the story wasn't benefiting much from continuing to keep them connected to ninjago. Still, I feel grateful to that early version for giving me the spark that would eventually lead to a more original story.

Finally, and most recently, I've been obsessed with my siren Jay/ With Your Voice au. Since it's the most recent it's not as developed, but I think I've seen very few au's of its nature in the fandom, so I've latched onto it. Essentially, it is an au about Nya struggling to cope with the loss of Jay (who is dead in this version of things), and her spiral into obsessive and self-destructive behavior as she chases a dangerous mythological creature that takes on Jay's likeness (the siren). It's kind of my first attempts at something of a horror story in one of my au's! I'm really excited to keep hashing it out in my mind.

This might just sound like I copped out because I listed so many au's in one post but tbh I actually have come up with many MANY au's for ninjago over the years. Most of them simply haven't been posted about on this blog because they just weren't focused on that long by me, weren't that interesting in the long run, didn't have much going on that would make good art pieces, etc. I still find many of them precious to me but I think these four are the ones I'm holding closest to my heart at this moment. Thank you for asking!

[hashtagboykisser]

Hii can you write the hosts with an idol reader? like a popular one

HOST CLUB X READER !!

IDOL READER !!

prompt: hosts with idol reader

requested by: anonymous

warnings: you didn’t specify whether it was poly or monogamous and if you wanted a oneshot or headcanons so I’m just gonna do headcanons :) i’m also taking this request as like one of those japanese singers so hope that’s chill!!

TAMAKI SUOH:

tamaki thinks it’s literally the coolest thing ever

he wants to go the whole nine yards to support you!

he’ll be sure everyone goes to your concerts/events, buys your merch, etc!

he tries to be like your own personal mori senpai but he’s just too sweet XD

HARUHI FUJIOKA:

haruhi is probably the most laidback about it

she’ll go to your stuff and support ya

but her opinion of you doesn’t change because your an idol yk?

she might feel a slight pressure becuz of crazy fans but other than that she’s chill!

KYOYA OOTORI:

i think kyoya personally actually is really chill about it on the outside but in the inside he is kinda scattered

like he’s worried about how both of your reputations could or will get ruined by the two of you being together

ultimately he wants the best for the both of you, no matter what it is, but he wants u to know he cares

he also is really big on you getting the respect that you deserve

by that i mean he will D E S T R O Y any haters who wanna fuck with you lmfao

TAKASHI MORINOZUKA:

definitely the most nervous about it, no doubt in my mind

similar to kyoya, but i think he’s a lot more nervous about it

he goes to all your concerts/events as a security guard fs

gets really worked up at times because he doesn’t always know how to help you with this because it’s very new to him

HIKARU HITACHIIN:

this might be a bit surprising but he is definitely the least worried of out the boys about how people see you two

he like, has a idgaf attitude

the best believe this bitch will be jumping and screaming at your concerts

he also loves wearing your merch like everywhere

he also probably designed and modeled it with kaoru but yk

KAORU HITACHIIN:

kaoru wants to help you in every sense of the word

he’ll advertise, design and model your merch, go to your concerts (either as a security guard or a fan), etc!

he doesn’t worry about the public eyes idea of you too much, but it’s definitely a thought in the back of his mind

i can see him begging for any kind of sneaks peeks for your upcoming works xD

MITSKUNI HONINOZUKA:

honey (as we all probably know) isn’t as immature as he may show, he’s pretty darn smart

so i think he takes a lot of things into account when it comes to your idol career

although yes, he does love and support you and your dreams no matter what

he is also one of the boys who gets nervous a little

i think he worries a little bit about your mental state because being as popular as you are can get a bit exhausting

so he always makes sure you sleep well and have some cake :)

hey hey

it’s hermy

sorry i haven’t posted in a bit

i’m about to update my page!

after i get my next two requests done!

so be ready becuz i’m adding more fandoms and things i’ll write!!!

-hermy<3

[flatassthrowaway]

Passionately and Deeply

As I said in my post yesterday, there will be triggering topics that will be listed below. If you feel like you won’t be able to handle it due to this incredibly hard week, I’d rather you prioritize your mental health over this fic, and I hope to see you in another one of my works. This chapter may not sit well with some readers. Readers discretion is advised.

TW: Feelings of inadequacy rearing its ugly head, outdated ideas of masculinity, mention of antisemitism

Let me know what you think as usual, and enjoy!

18+ only, MDNI

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~Chapter Six (2/2)~

We all got in the RV, and after a twenty minute ride, we made it to Hug Point State Park. It was a stunning place, with a beautiful beach with pockets of caverns all around.

“We’re finally here, family! Let’s get this beach day started!” Mabel declared as her and her friends started running.

“C’mon, Dipper!” Wendy said. “Last one to the shore is a rotten egg!”

I saw Dipper smile for the first time since last night. “You’re on!” he said as he and Wendy began running to the shoreline.

I walked out of the RV and Ford followed behind me closely. I got a few strange looks, but I didn’t think anything was wrong. Eventually, when I found a suitable place to set up an area for the family, two women came up to me.

“Excuse me?” One of them said.

I looked up from what I was doing, and she waved. “Hi. I just wanted to let you know that there’s a creepy guy right behind you.”

I turned around to see that it was Ford, but he was putting up the umbrellas for the family. I turned back to the women and smiled with a faux sweetness. “Oh, he’s with me,” I told them as I turned my back on them to continue putting the chairs up.

They walked away, frantically whispering to each other. Stan looked at the two ladies and then back at us as he approached.

“The hell was their problem?”

I shrugged. People can be so immature sometimes.

While we were there, Ford and I never really spoke, we just… looked at the water, watching his great-niblings play.

It was the most peaceful I felt in a while.

The teens swam, played beach volleyball (which Grenda and Wendy killed at), they even played water jockey, which I’m not quite sure how they modified it so that one person carries everyone else on the team, but whatever.

Dipper was carrying Wendy on his back, and Grenda was actually carrying Mabel and Candy in her arms. She really is a strong girl. I’d like to have her on my side in a fight.

With an unexpected turn of events, Dipper and Wendy actually won. I thought the all girls team would win because of Grenda.

At this point, the group of teenagers made their way to our setup. Stan was kind enough to save some food for them to eat.

“Man, we dominated that water jockey game!” Wendy told Dipper as she grabbed a bag of chips.

“Well we do work pretty well together,” Dipper said, grabbing a pitt cola.

“I’d say so,” Wendy said as she took a pitt cola and opened it. “To victory!”

“To victory!” Dipper said as he clashed his soda can with hers, and began to drink it.

“Just wait, you two!” Grenda said.

“That was only one game out of three!” Mabel said. “Then we’ll see who the dominant ones are!”

“C’mon Mabel, you said one game!”

“What? Are you afraid you’re gonna lose?” Mabel asked, comically narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips.

Dipper shook his head. “No way! You’re on!”

I chuckled at their antics as the teens quickly finished their food and went back to the water to play two more rounds of intense water jockey.

It was close to five o’clock when they finally came back. 

“Alright, look alive family,” Stan said. “We’re gonna go to dinner again, and it’s a five minute walk from the hotel. We gotta head back now if we’re gonna make it.”

We all nodded as we packed up our stuff and headed back to the RV.

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After another successful dinner, Ford and I were going to head back to our room, but Dipper’s voice stopped me. I turned to look at him, and he was rubbing his arm. Wendy lightly shoved him in my direction.

“C’mon, man. Tell her what you told me,” she said. “She seems like she would get it, too.”

Dipper nodded at her before looking at me.

Wait a second.

I just realized I didn’t see Wendy’s girlfriend all day. Where was she?

“Wendy, where’s your girlfriend? Why didn’t she come to the beach with us?” I asked.

Wendy sighed. “She came down with something, and she didn’t feel well enough to go to the beach. I offered to stay, but she told me to go have fun.” She then held up a bag of food. “That’s why I’m bringing her this lobster bisque.”

I smiled. “That’s kind of you,” I told her. “I hope she feels better.”

Wendy smiled. “Me too. See ya tomorrow,” she said my name. “See ya tomorrow, Dipper.”

“Night Wendy,” he said as she began walking back to the room she shared with Tambry.

Dipper turned to me. “Can we talk by the pool again?”

I nodded. “Of course.” I turned to Ford. “You can go to the room. I’ll meet you there.”

Ford nodded before wishing his great nephew goodnight, and Dipper reciprocated.

We both walked to the pool in the hotel, and sat down at a nearby table. We looked at the changing lights in the pool before Dipper spoke again.

“I’m sorry,” Dipper said. “It was extremely mean of me to tell you to fuck off. I just… I feel so fucking stupid.”

I shook my head. “You’re not stupid, Dipper,” I told him. “Please don’t speak about yourself like that.”

Dipper sighed. “It’s hard not to,” he said.

I sighed. “We’re so conditioned to speak ill of ourselves, and not highly in this society, lest we come off as narcissistic dipshits,” I told him.

Dipper raised an eyebrow at me and laughed. “What’s with the mix of formal and informal language?” he asked.

“I do that sometimes when I’ve been drinking,” I told him. “It kind of just happens.”

Dipper laughed again.

“But seriously, Dipper. I forgive you,” I told him. “Why do you feel stupid?”

Dipper sighed. “I feel like I should have been over Wendy by now. But… being with her today only made my feelings for her grow even stronger than ever before. Soon… I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold my feelings back for her like I used to do.”

I hummed. “I see.”

“And then there’s also Pacifica,” Dipper said. “She doesn’t deserve this treatment from me.”

I nodded. “I agree. So what do you want to do now?” I asked.

“That’s partially why I wanted to talk with you,” Dipper told me. “What do I do?”

“Well…” I started. “What is the possibility of you and Wendy getting together romantically within the next month?”

Dipper sighed, his head lowering. “Close to none,” he murmured.

“Do you actually like Pacifica? If you do, what do you like about her?” I asked.

“I do like her,” Dipper said. “I like the way she speaks her mind without worrying how she comes across. I like how brave she is for standing up to her parents. They don’t approve of me dating her daughter, you know. They still think I’m less than.”

I gave him a concerned look. “Is that because they’re affluent?” I asked.

Dipper shook his head. “Not just that. They’re Christian. Although my immediate family doesn’t really practice any organized religion, I heard my great-grandparents, and even my grunkles and my grandpa were Jewish,” he revealed.

“Wow… I didn’t know that,” I told him.

“How could you not?” Dipper asked. “Pines is a pretty common Jewish surname.”

I shrugged. “I guess it never crossed my mind,” I told him.

“Ours is pretty distinct though,” he said.

“That is true,” I said. “But with that being said, how does Pacifica feel about your heritage?”

“She doesn’t seem to care,” Dipper told me. “But… I feel like she loves me more than I like her.”

“Spend more time with her,” I told him. “And actually live in the moment. Get caught up in the moment with her. Don’t think about your family, don’t think about Wendy. Be with her.”

“How do I do that?” Dipper asked.

I smiled. “You’ll know when you’re with her.”

Dipper sighed. “What do I do about my feelings for Wendy, though?”

“As much as it pains me to say it, I think you should distance yourself,” I told him. “If you really want your relationship to work with Pacifica, you must dedicate your time to her. But don’t leave your family out, of course!”

Dipper smiled as he stood up. “I could never leave you or the rest of our family out.”

My eyes widened. “Don’t you mean-”

Dipper shook his head. “Nope. You are a part of the family now,” Dipper told me as he said my name. “My sister was just more intuitive to that than I was. And… I couldn’t be happier that my Grunkle Ford has someone like you in his life.”

I smiled earnestly at him before standing up myself. “Thank you, Dipper. That means a lot to me to hear you say that.”

Dipper came over and hugged me, and I reciprocated. “And… thank you for being kind to me, even when I didn’t deserve it,” he said as I felt wetness on my shoulder.

I pulled away to see that he had started crying.

This kid harbors so much hatred for himself, my goodness…

“You deserve kindness, Dipper,” I told him. “You deserve love, too.”

“Then why doesn’t it fucking feel that way?” he cried.

“We’re our own worst enemy, Dipper,” I told him as I wiped his tears away. “But you need to remember that you’re a kind, smart, and important young man. Don’t you ever let anyone else tell you otherwise.”

“How do you know?” Dipper said, his voice cracking. “You only met me last week.”

I smiled brightly at him. “I know a good person when I see it,” I told him.

Dipper sniffed. “Thank you,” he said my name.

“Of course, hon.”

I held him for a bit longer, his sniffles breaking the silence. He then pulled away from me, and I walked backwards.

“Have you thought about speaking to someone about your feelings? Maybe your parents?” I asked.

Dipper shook his head. “My parents are the kind that would say I would need to pull myself up by the bootstraps and push through. ‘Be a man!’ ‘Grow some balls!’ Stuff like that,” he told me. “I hate living with either of them.”

“Either of them?”

“My parents are divorced,” he said. “But the one thing they did agree on was how to be a man. I can’t breathe in either of their houses, I can’t think. I feel like I’m walking on eggshells by just being myself.”

I sighed. “Okay, so not your parents…” I said. “What about your great uncles? Surely you can speak to them about this.”

Dipper shook his head. “No. They’re from that generation who perpetuates those same stoic man stereotypes.”

“Which makes them even better people to speak to about this,” I told him. “I’m sure you know this, but your great uncle Stan is such a sap. He cries at the end of feel good movies and romantic comedies. And your great uncle Ford… I know he has some words to say about that, too.”

Dipper sniffed before nodding. “I’ll try to ask Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford about it soon.”

I smiled. “Good,” I told him. “As long as you have someone to talk to, I’m happy.”

Dipper smiled. “Thanks again,” he said my name. “I think I’m gonna crash on my bed, though.”

I nodded. “You don’t need to do it, tonight,” I told him. “So long as you do it soon, though.”

Dipper nodded. “I will. Goodnight,” he said.

“Rest well, hon,” I told him as we went to our respective rooms.

As soon as I arrived in my room, I saw a whole bunch of towels on the couch, to the point where it looked like the couch was made out of towels.

What in the hell…?

As I took my shoes off, I saw Ford come out of the bathroom and wash his hands. I locked the door and walked over to him, hugging him from behind. He dried his hands and occluded my feminine hands with his own masculine ones.

“Is Dipper okay?” Ford asked.

I let go of him and he turned to face me. “He will be. Expect that he’ll be wanting to talk with you for the next few days.”

Ford nodded, then smiled. “You know… seeing you help my niece and nephew made my admiration and adoration for you grow,” Ford told me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing me closer to him.

“Yeah?” I said, placing my hands on his broad chest.

“Seeing you being so present with them… it makes me thankful time and time again that you’re in my life. Not only my life, but theirs,” he said as he pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.

After the sweet and tender kiss, we rested our foreheads against one another’s and smiled.

“And now… we have some unfinished business, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.

Although I felt myself become turned on, I decided to remain coy. “Yeah? What kind of unfinished business?” I asked.

“The kind where I touch you… and taste you…” his mouth dropped to my ear, whispering. “And make love you.”

“Oh yeah?” I said.

I felt Ford caress my waist, which I did a sigh/moan from. “Yes~” he purred. “I would like you to show me… and tell me what you want me to do.”

I bit my lip. “Do you really want me, Ford?”

Ford groaned, which I felt the vibrations deep in his chest. “Absolutely, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss onto the sensitive spot on my neck, making me moan.

I pulled away from him, and took his hand. “Come with me~” I said, leading him to the bed. Before I sat down, I turned around and let go of him. I took off my t-shirt, revealing my lacy bra to him, which was in my favorite color.

“Sweetheart…” he started, staring at my breasts. “It took every fiber of willpower inside of me to not bring you to the RV and take you there while we were at the beach. You’re so hot… and so soft…”

I smiled sweetly at him. “You don’t just have to look, you know,” I told him, taking his hands in mine. “You want to touch me too, right? Go ahead, honey. Touch me~”

I placed his hands on my breasts, and he instantly felt them up. His extra fingers gripped the side of my breasts while his index and thumb were tweaking my nipples, making me moan. I honestly forgot he had six fingers instead of five.

“May I? I want to see you,” he said.

I smiled. “What a gentleman,” I said. “Please take it off, honey~”

Ford reached around me to unclasp my bra. Once it was off, he discarded it elsewhere, and began kissing me while caressing my breasts gingerly.

Ford sat me down on the bed, and he kneeled in front of me, his gaze fixated on my breasts while caressing them. His blazing copper brown eyes looked at me again.

“May I suck on your breasts, sweetheart?”

I felt the fire beginning to burn inside of me. I can’t believe this is actually happening…!

“Please, Stanford…!”

Ford kissed my breasts and made his way to one nipple and began licking and sucking while looking up at me. He softly tweaked the other nipple. I arched my back and whined and moaned as he pleased me.

“Ford…!” I moaned.

I felt him moan on my breast, which he let go with a wet but delicious sounding pop. He began caressing my breasts again.

“Sweetheart… will you let me gently bite on your nipples?” Ford asked.

I sighed lustfully. “Whatever you want, honey,” I told him.

Ford returned to the same breast and began licking and sucking, but eventually integrated the gentle biting he wanted. I whimpered, throwing my head back while grabbing a handful of his grey and silver hair. Ford then let go of my nipple with a pop, and kissed his way over to my other nipple.

“So beautiful, sweetheart,” he said before sucking on them. “They’re so perfect.”

I softly chuckled as he began licking, sucking and gently biting the other nipple. One of my hands was gripping the back of his head, sometimes pulling his grey and silver hair. The other rested on his strong, broad shoulder. I felt my panties get soaked with my arousal. I’ve never felt this wet before…

“Ford~” I moaned.

I felt him smile against my breast while he suckled, and I arched my back as he let my nipple go with a pop and smiled. “Your breasts feel like heaven,” he said as he buried his face in it.

I giggled, lustfully drunk as I held his head in my hands. He let go of my breasts, and kissed the space in between them and kissed me several times before separating and looking at me.

“I want to taste you further, sweetheart,” he said. “Will you let me taste your sweet pussy?”

I didn’t think it would sound so hot coming from his lips. But fuck… I’m really horny for him.

I nodded. “Please Ford,” I told him. “But you need to take off your shirt. I want to see you, too~”

He kissed me passionately before taking off his shirt, where I saw his toned and muscular arms, chest and torso which were littered with scars and neatly groomed hair. He kissed down my body, softly caressing my skin with his lips and inching closer to my clothed, wet pussy.

“May I?” Ford asked as he hooked his fingers on the band of my lace panties.

I gave him a frustrating whine. “Damn it, Ford! Just take them off already! I want you to take me and make me yours~!” I told him, sounding more abrasive than I intended.

He chuckled darkly as he swiftly took off my panties in one fluid movement. I felt the wetness run to my thighs.

“Stars above,” Ford said, fixing his gaze on my slick pussy like it was the most appetizing thing he had ever seen. “I had no idea you were this aroused by me.”

“I’ve dreamt about you,” I admitted. “Sucking on my breasts, and… giving me cunnilingus… it made me so very wet, just the thought of you doing me.”

I saw Ford smirk up at me, and I swear my wet pussy became even more soaked. “Then who am I to deny you? Open wide, sweetheart. I’m going to make your dreams come true,” he said. “I may need some direction, however.”

“Oh fuck~” I threw my head back and opened my legs wider as he explored my pussy, burning every curve and touch to his memory, as well as mine.

Ford eventually grabbed each of my thighs up into his arms and moved me closer to the edge of the bed, making me squeal in the process before giggling. He chuckled darkly again before delving into my pussy with his tongue. Ford explored my folds before he ended up lapping the juices flowing freely from my cunt, teasing the area.

“Yes! Oh yes~!” I moaned as I bucked my hips against his mouth.

He moaned, which sent shivers throughout my body. “Do you like it?” Ford asked.

“Oh, I love it~!” I moaned. “More, please Ford~!”

“I love it when you ask so nicely,” he told me, making me whimper. “Of course, sweetheart~”

Ford took two of his large fingers and thrusted them inside of me. He then trailed his tongue between my folds again, and then made his way to my clit. With his tongue, he circled it, lightly yet rapidly flicked at it, and started sucking on it with such a delicious suction that… I think I came.

I gave him a small moan as my legs shook. “Fuck~” I softly moaned, softly grinding my hips against his mouth. He hummed, making me shiver throughout my body, and he removed his mouth and his fingers from me, leaving me empty.

Ford sucked on his fingers which were dripping from my cum. He was licking them like he had spilt sweet syrup on them, and couldn’t get enough of the taste. “You taste so succulent, sweetheart~” he told me before roughly kissing me.

I felt the thickness and wetness from my cum still lingering on his tongue as we continued to sloppily yet passionately make out.

Ford’s eyes weren’t the copper brown color they used to be. They appeared to be darker, almost if lust had clouded them over.

“I want more,” he growled.

I whimpered as I opened my legs wider. “Please take me, Ford,” I told him.

He bit his lip while looking down at my pussy, which made my clit throb, even though I had just come. Ford then abruptly stood up. I was about to whine before he laid next to me, but by then I was just puzzled.

“Honey?”

“Come here, sweetheart,” he said. “I want you to put your right knee right here.” He gestured to the side of his head.

I obeyed him, getting up and placing my knee next to his head. “Good girl,” he praised me, making me shiver with delight upon hearing that.

He definitely noticed, as he smirked up at me, which made me delightfully shiver again. “You like it when I call you a good girl, don’t you?”

I bit my lip and nodded. “Ah-ah-ah. Use your words, sweetheart~” he purred.

“Yes sir~” I said before I widened my eyes, realizing what I just said. That rolled off my tongue way too easily.

I heard his groan at my new nickname for him. “You’re a kinky girl too, aren’t you?”

I nodded slowly, as if I was under his spell. “Yes sir,” I told him.

“Put your other knee on the other side of my head, sweetheart,” he commanded. I did as I was told, and he groaned, which nearly sounded like a growl.

“Now, I want you to lower yourself onto my face, sweetheart,” he said.

“But- but how will you breathe?” I asked, placing my hands above his head.

“I’ll figure that out as we go,” he told me. “For now, I want your sweet pussy on my mouth.”

“I don’t want you to pass out…” I told him.

“You’re not going to kill me,” he said my name. “Frankly, you’d be fulfilling a dream of mine, too.”

I smiled softly. “You dreamt about me?”

Ford nodded, caressing the outside of my thighs with his coarse, large, masculine hands. “I did. I dreamt about how tight you felt, how soft you were. Every physical touch we made drove me insane. It’s why I was stuck in the bathroom for so long when we first arrived. I had to get my feelings out before they boiled over. Especially since I didn’t know that you reciprocated my lustful feelings.”

“Honey…”

“I’m so glad you reciprocated, though,” he told me. “Now… won’t you fulfill my dreams, sweetheart?”

I bit my lip and nodded. “If you need to breathe, just push me off,” I told him.

He licked his lips, looking at my pussy as if he was about to devour it. “I won’t need to. I want this so badly sweetheart,” he said. “Now… descend yourself onto my face.”

I lowered myself slowly onto his face, before he grabbed my legs in his hands and forced my pussy on his mouth. I mewled as I felt him licking around my entrance, then began thrusting his tongue inside. His nose pressed against my clit every time his tongue was fully submerged inside my pussy. The sensation felt so incredible… and so hot.

I squealed, running my fingers through his grey and silver hair, occasionally tugging when he found a sensitive spot. “Fuck, Ford~” I moaned. “That’s so good~”

I felt him smile as he continued the pace he was going at. I felt the knot in my stomach starting to unravel.

This magnificent man was gonna make me cum again.

“Ford~” I moaned. “I’m gonna cum~!”

He moaned. “Cum on me, sweetheart,” he told me. “I want you to drown me in your cum. Don’t you dare fucking stop. Cum on my mouth right now.”

Ford placed his tongue inside my pussy, and it wasn’t long before I came again. I felt jolts of pleasure streaming through my body as Ford licked up all of my cum.

I giggled sweetly, while caressing my breasts and looking down at him. He was looking up at me while he cleaned me up with his tongue. “How does the view look?” I asked.

“Breathtaking, sweetheart,” he said, catching his breath.

I giggled again. Before I could take myself off, he locked his arms with a tight grip around my legs, and his mouth stayed on my pussy.

I gasped as he placed his mouth on my clit. “Honey, I came already,” I told him.

“Give me one more,” he growled carnally before he began to greedily suckle on my clit.

I mewled as he continued his blissful assault on my clit. I gripped his hair in between my fingers as he continued. I moaned, whimpered, whined and squealed as he continued the pleasing actions on my throbbing clit.

As I bucked my hips into his mouth, he reached up and played with my breasts. He rolled my nipples in his hands while he sucked sweetly on my clit. Once he moaned on it, I was done for.

“Stanford~!” I yowled as I came, rolling my eyes to the back of my head as I spasmed. I felt him growl, licking my mess off of his lips.

Once he was done licking me clean, he finally released the grip on my legs. I sprung back onto the pillows and sighed elatedly and cum drunk.

As I was drifting in and out of consciousness, I noted that he was licking up my juices that landed in his stubble and actually traveled all the way down to his navel.

Goodness, I didn’t realize I had cum so much.

Even though I was pretty tired, I still wanted him to make me his.

“You’re such a good girl,” he praised me. “What a good girl you are.”

I giggled. “Thank you sir~” I told him.

“Do you still want to continue?” he asked. “You look rather sleepy. We can continue tomorrow, sweetheart.”

I shook my head. “I want you so bad, Ford,” I told him, opening my pussy to him. “Please take me.”

Ford took off his pants and boxers, and what faced me was an angry red cockhead that yearned for release, if his dribbling precum was anything to go by. Ford gently teased his dick over my wet folds, and I moaned softly, rocking my hips against the new sensation.

“May I penetrate you?” he asked, saying my name.

I nodded, biting my lip. “Please, Stanford.”

Ford slowly pushed his dick inside of me. He stretched me so much. I didn’t expect him to be this big… and thick.

Once he fully hilted, he stopped moving so I would adjust to it.

“How is that, sweetheart?” he asked.

I bit my lip. “A little uncomfortable. I need more time to adjust.”

“Take as much time as you need, sweetheart,” he said. “Just being inside you like this… it’s Heaven on Earth.”

I giggled softly. Slowly but surely, I felt my body accommodate his size, and where the uncomfortable feeling was, lust and pleasure took over. I bucked my hips, and looked up at Ford.

“I’m ready,” I told him. “Please take me Ford~”

Ford gave me one last dark smirk before thrusting inside me, bottoming out and he began to hold a steady pace that was hard and deep.

Exactly what I needed.

I moaned like a cat in heat. I felt him thrust his hips forward while grabbing my waist and driving me onto his cock. The way he did it nearly drove me to insanity. I looked up at him, biting my lip.

“Fuck, I love it when you look up at me like that, sweet girl,” he said in between thrusts as I mewled. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna cum in you. Huh sweet girl? Do you want my hot cum inside of you?”

“Aaah!” I squealed. “F-Ford… I want your cum inside of me. Mark me from the inside~!”

Ford groaned, picking up the pace as I whined. He lowered his head and found my neck, sucking on the small but sensitive spot on my neck.

Before, I was trying to keep my moans down, but I had no sense of self control now. I was going to cum again, but my whines and moans and squeals… Well, I’m pretty sure the whole hotel can hear it.

“Fuck~!” I whined. “I’m gonna cum again! You’re gonna make me cum a-gain~!”

“Cum for me,” he growled. “I want to feel that pussy squeeze me. Cum for me.”

Ford repeated those three words like a mantra, and soon enough, an orgasm erupted, making me scream his name. “FORD~!” I screamed. “Fuck me~!” I spasmed on his cock as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

He wasn’t far behind, as I heard him yell my name, and he hilted himself so far inside of me that he almost felt too deep. I felt spurts of his hot cum inside of me, and I softly moaned from the sensation. Ford collapsed on top of me, his forehead pressed to my collar bone.

“That was extraordinary,” Ford said as we caught our breaths.

I giggled tiredly. “It really was~”

“Let’s go to sleep, sweetheart,” he told me as I felt him slipping out, but I held him close to me again.

“Sweetheart?”

“I want you to stay inside of me,” I told him. “At least for tonight.”

I felt him kiss my forehead, smiling. I giggled, and we somehow maneuvered ourselves underneath the covers while he stayed inside of me.

Ford was laying on his back, while I laid on his chest. I already felt myself drifting off.

“How was it, sweetheart?” he asked.

“So good~” I slurred, both from tiredness and cum drunkenness. “Can we do this tomorrow?”

Ford chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me, kissing my forehead again. “If you’re not too sore… we can certainly do this again.”

I smiled as I listened to his heartbeat, drifting off to sleep.

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Thanks for reading! Please stay safe everyone 💚🫶🏽

[mysteryflavorsoda]

Rurik Liderc and the stereotype of the broken (but sexy) anti-hero

(and how it makes him worse as a character)

Heyy, I'm back, kind of! This is my first actual rant, so I'm sorry if it's a bit boring or confusing. Feel free to ask me anything! This is just something that I've always had looming in the back of my mind, and I really want to talk about it. 

In October 2005, Pop Punk band Green Day released their seventh studio album, American Idiot. It follows the life of the central character, Jesus Of Suburbia, a middle-lower-class all-American teen who hates his town and pretty much everything. He's pretentious, a rebel, angsty; a faithless, working-class man who hates the system he's placed in, screaming for the rebels living in post-2000s America. It comes as no surprise, then, that @angeutblogo's Lasser would inspire her iconic character, Rurik Lidérc, off the song that describes this main character.

As the years went by, Rurik gained more and more traits, hobbies, a story, friends, and of course, multiple lovers. As it is today, you could call him a multifaceted character- I'm here to say that this perhaps might've been his downfall, too. As it stands, Rurik is a badly constructed character, where new information contradicts old information and traits that are not in line with the logic set upon him initially are imposed. It seems that the creators try and stuff him to the brim with different exciting ideas, but ultimately end up getting a messy clump of characteristics that results in many users having to redefine him with headcannons and rereadings, myself included, because he ends up being so confusing.

First, Rurik being a US Army veteran is one of the biggest pillars in his personality. Although not a lot of information is revealed about that part of his life specifically and the effects it had on him, we can deduce that it greatly affected him in more than one way, changing him fundamentally; PTSD. A prime example is that Lasser has stated that he has an aversion to loud noises, such as fireworks and thunder, but then proceeds to state that it only makes him have a minimal response of being "more alert". How can he be fundamentally changed as a person due to trauma and still only suffer minor damage? Are the creators afraid of making a character that's fully and realistically traumatized by war because it would compromise his appealing "sexy bad boy" nature? But then, that very nature is driven forward by the very fact that he's traumatized, that he's "angsty". It just confuses me how posts speaking of his trauma are immediately followed by posts describing his kinks and hypersexuality, and descriptions of his mental state are switched out for retellings of future events where "everything is all right finally", not bothering to make him go through the process of recovery, and research of trauma responses or toxic relationships is traded for discussions of what motorbike he has. It almost seems like the creators want him to be many different things that cancel each other out.

Thus, this contradiction leads us to the next point: Dante and Rurik have an open relationship, despite Rurik being shown to be possessive and emotionally immature. Rurik is, in simple terms, a manchild at times, stalking Dante when he feels like it, being insecure, and being sad by small things Dante says, in addition to threatening his exes. Those are toxic, insecure behaviours, of course, but it gets brushed off as "oh, but it ends in them sexually punishing each other" (going into how their relationship is sexualized, but that's a topic for another day), which in itself is contradicting because it's written to be a healthy relationship that's good for the both of them. And yet, we get bombarded with recounts of Dante being toxic to Rurik and vice-versa. He's also said to get extremely uncomfortable when Dante flirts with other women because he "can't compare", so how on earth could they have an open relationship without constant interventions and fights?

I believe that, if Rurik is insecure, it would naturally cause him to believe that Dante is replacing him if he flirted with another person. This is because he has a fragile ego, and people like him tend to fall into that insecurity (speaking out of experience and my interest in human psychology), and it would lead to constant fights, doubts, manipulation, and overall a bona fide toxic couple. Perhaps even worse than Lurik, as Dante is constantly described as psychopathic and manipulative, even to Rurik himself. They're shown to kind of fix everything with sex and "punishments", downplaying the other's insecurities and genuine feelings and promoting unhealthy dynamics. Rurik is not written to be someone who could have an open relationship that would be fair to himself and Dante, and yet, they push on, because of course they do; they are entirely centred around having sex, after all.

So, where am I going with all this? In all the glamourized media that we see, there's a strong tendency to try and make perfect characters. Rurik Lidérc is broken, angsty, insecure, and repressed, but that doesn't get in his way at all! All he wants is sex, drugs, and rock and roll. He reminds me of James Hurley from Twin Peaks: his conflict can be so well-explored, his trauma could be so fleshed out and the effects of trauma on the human mind could have given us a beautiful story of redemption, of growth, of understanding. But God, he just keeps making out with Donna all the damn time, and the camera always focuses on him like he's in a Playboy magazine. The realism, the beauty, the relatability- it's all sacrificed for middle schoolers to ogle at him and go "Wow, he's so misunderstood! I could fix him!". But that comes at the cost of a character that has the full potential to be truly amazing, as I've seen with my friends in the fandom.

When you look at Rurik Lidérc, he comes across as well-researched because he's traumatized, but it doesn't take long before you realize that that's quite a far-fetched idea. It seems like he's just a list of ideas and randomness that no one bothers to organize, and that deeply saddens me because I've seen the interesting directions he could be taken in, and I just wish the love and care put into this character also shined through through the creators.

[findingzukkarp]

calling out for a zukka rp!

I've been ravenous for a good zukka rp for a while now and have decided to finally reach out into the void in hopes of finding one! Hopefully, the below information will lead wayward people like me into an amazing story!

Basic Information about me:

I am 26 years old

I live in the United States on EST

I only rp on discord.

My writing style is adv lit/novella. (word count is typically 500+ words)

DISCLAIMERS:

Writing style is very important to me. It is genuinely make or break for me. I am also a long time fanfic writer so I believe my writing is very thorough. I am not semi-lit whatsoever. My writing will be lengthy and thorough most often so I please ask that you do not interact with this post if you do not think you will be compatible with my writing style. (Samples will be included in this post!)

I am not too keen on most topics, themes, or tropes that fall under the umbrella term “Dead Dove”. Nothing involving minors and adults together in sexual or romantic relationships. Not too keen on heavy violence, gore, or any type of ageplay.

Who I'm Looking For:

Someone who is 21+ (will settle for 18+)

Someone who writes third person

Someone who is able to write as close as possible to their character’s cannon personality (with some liberties, of course!)

Someone who is comfortable writing NSFW content (smut:plot usually ranges 40:60 but I’m willing to adjust)

Someone who writes adv-lit/novella (very important)

Extra RP Details:

I am primarily interested in writing as Sokka! I can write as Zuko but Sokka is my main muse!

As irrational and immature as it is, I am only interested in Sokka as the primary top. Sorry to all my bottom Sokka lovers- I just find bottom Zuko too beautiful.

I’m pretty open to a wide range of ideas yet I do love to lean a bit more slice-of-life and modern in role plays. I love angsty, plot heavy ideas as well– however, I do wish for a good bit of planning and deliberation beforehand!

Extra Fun Details About Me:

I am a lover of omegaverse (including mpreg) but I am completely fine not including it into my RPs!

Humor in writing is hardwired into my brain so expect bad jokes and terrible puns (Sokka is my muse, after all)

I have a love for slow-burn but I've found that slow-burn in RPs is notoriously frustrating sometimes but I'm always down to try!

You've reached the closing:

Now that you’ve somehow gotten through all of that, please take note of all the information I’ve painstakingly laid out! I will not be negotiating things I have blatantly laid out but I am open to questions or concerns!

Now, without further ado, please give this post a like ❤️ or send me a dm 💬 if you’re interested in starting an rp with me!

Writing samples will be listed from here on so please enjoy!

Samples:

Being Fire Lord came with a slew of advantages and disadvantages alike. He got his meals whenever he pleased, a sprawling bedroom with a chaise lounge, and his own naturally heated mineral spring attached to his quarters. There would never be anything more satisfying than handing scraggly old Fire Councilman their own smoldering asses and then slinking back to his room to slip into warm, healing waters.  There are far too many disadvantages to properly list. It would take a mile long scroll and a bottomless ink pot to scribe them all. 

As Zuko paces the stone floor next to the balcony doors, he laments for what his mind recalls as a false, simpler time. A time where he roamed the Earth Kingdom, free of responsibility, his title, and his name. 

-*-*-

Zuko was fictional. He had to be. Or at least that’s what he thought when his roommate first unlocked their door and paused in the doorway when they’d met for the first time. There was no way in hell that it was even remotely fair to Zuko to look the way he did– even with a gnarly burn wound blooming across the left of his face– wisps of dark hair curling where it met the collar of his shirt. He was the embodiment of every tortured, panty dropper, heartthrob he’d ever read about in his ex-girlfriend’s books (although Suki claimed to never know where they came from) and at that moment, Sokka felt as if his body had plummeted through the earth’s core and was shooting out the ass-end of the planet and somewhere into the stratosphere because holy shit he’s never seen a guy more attractive in his life.  Needless to say, the absolute lack of words Sokka was able to produce probably impacted their first meeting more than he could even think of seeing as when he woke up in the morning, Zuko wasn’t there. When he went to sleep at night, Zuko wasn’t there. On the fifth day, he was beginning to think he’d totally screwed up and was going to have to suffer having accidentally offended his first-ever roommate by gawking at him as if he were a pubescent boy seeing a tit for the first time. 

[whatudottu]

Me: Aw, my ideas for ectonurite reproduction are unrealistic, good thing I can use magic and the presence of Anodyne to justify them!

The humble turritopsis dohrnii: Let me introduce myself

So, after bumbling the idea of how the freak ghosts would produce more of themselves, I can now use an actual real world base to actually understand how the mechanisms would work.

Even though I've linked where I found out about the aptly named 'immortal jellyfish' I'm not going to expect anyone to read it, especially since it's pretty dry as more of a scientific debrief on the life-after-adulthood cycle of the t. dohrnii, but to summarise; outside of the standard reproductive cycle, a 'reverse development' would start in the medusa stage (essentially the adult stage but both mature and immature medusae can reverse develop), transition to a ball-like cyst stage where their features disappear, then metamorphizse back into a polyp where it would then reenter the standard reproductive cycle by developing from a bud to an adult polyp again to reproduce asexually, creating medusae once again. It's not quite as extreme as to say it reverses it's mitosis, simply that the transition to becoming a cyst allows for the cells to metamorphose and reattach themselves to the sea floor as a polyp, a 'hydroid colony' with reproductive zooids (something about 'fulmini = siphonophore' post).

Anyway! That's the general gist and I wanna go ahead and apply that to ectonurite AND expand on how it'd define their culture, not just being genetically immortal but also how the different life stages interact socially.

One thing I didn't mention in the summary but will use as an introduction to this section is that a precursor to the reverse development process is a 'weakened' state, which aside from the slow natural degradation of aging and a more controllable but also slow deterioration from the environment (faster if the environment is at least slightly harmful), also includes physical damage. I know I haven't made a whole post about this before but I think I might've implied in other topics that ectonurites need to die in order to reproduce, but I suppose 'dying' is now less literal as it's more the cells work overtime to heal from whatever physical issue put the individual into their state, doing so by morphing them into what amounts as scar tissue; a cyst. A lesion, a wound, a scab. Something that will in it's own right metamorphose yet repair in it's own right, become something new directly from the old.

An ectonurite medusa, the main body beneath the skin, would undergo the process of reverse development and become a cyst, the skin it's new cocoon yet also it's sail, leading the pulsing core of the cyst where whatever winds will take it. It will eventually make landfall, whether it was lead by the environment or nurtured by observing family - siblings and cousins and auncles but no parents, parents are impossible to have - and it would begin to metamorphose using the skin as nutrients and begin the steps again to become a polyp, a sprouting flower. Wherever they had landed they have become something new, and will continue to develop into being that something new until they create themselves once again, being born of their own body and creating more than they had ever been alone. From one into a myriad, the budding of the polyp creates more of themself and though in large quantity, the mortality rate is quite frighteningly significant. However when all is said and done, the asexual reproduction of the polyp spawns new descendants of the original medusa, in clutches of 5-20 on average; some more... some less.

Ectonurite spawn are still affected by their anti-mana life force, in reaction to the intersection between the planes allowing Anodyne and Lederdomain influences to spread amongst Anur Phaetos, so no matter where they end up budding they still take on the traits and attributes of the life around them like a sun-hungry plant. Technically fully mature medusa are also affected by this but it occurs less due to their final state, it is the cyst that initially begins to integrate the medusa's external influences into it's genetics, which in turn it uses in it's metamorphosis including the older genes present in the skin. Sisters Zs'Iza and Zs'Oise are an example of such with their visibly transylian faces in addition to their skin having the bandaged texture of thep khufan's many limbs. They are also an example of the 'less than average' clutch size a polyp can develop, a scorn say a power-hungry High Ecto-lord cannot bare to face, let alone acknowledge that it was amongst his genetics to barely remain biologically immortal.

AKA the reason why Zs'Skayr held interest in the Omnitrix, preservation of his genetics in a way that his species could even compare to even as close as they try. Something about desiring something more when it is just out of reach instead of being completely unattainable, immortality an easy concept to grasp when it is not hard to deride reincarnation from ones own natural biology. Especially since with the technology of the Omnitrix inherently blocking the influence of mana and thus rendering Zs'Skayr completely himself without the genetic differences of the life around him.

Speaking of the High Ecto-lord (a dumb name I'll give it the benefit of a mistranslation of a Phaetan or even a general Anurian term into English to cope with it), politically with their reproduction in mind I can see it in two ways; an absolute monarchy where the High Ecto-lord passes the role to their next life or something like a post-constitutional monarchy (emphasis on post-monarchy) where ectonurites have biological knowledge to know that appointing the one literal same guy over an over again with absolute power is bullshit but they recognise them as a figurehead with a political force of chosen reps behind them. Having a preference for the second, I'll say that Zs'Skayr is extra motivated to figure out actual immortality of the self in order to retain what little rule he does have, especially if with his clutch sibling only ending up producing two young with no other family of his in Zs'Castle Zs'Skayr to speak for, it seems he is at the end of his rope and wants to cling onto that for as long as infeasibly possible.

Moving on and hah, reverse developing this discussion to an earlier point, let's go back to ectonurite cysts and expand what I mean by 'observing family'.

Ectonurites, though biologically immortal, do host something equivalent to that of a funeral. However, unlike most funerals where the person who's the main event OF the funeral is very much dead and lacking any agency over the event, ectonurites old significant age or those with a significant amount of physical damage host their own funeral; in some cases, either immature medusae who's current combination of genes have given them rapid cell death and accelerated aging, or someone is significantly injured they cannot do much anything else, a funeral is hosted for them. It's an event that simultaneously mourns the old and celebrates the new, where during the middle of the funeral the host instigates their reverse development (or it's instigated for them) and the procedure from medusa to cyst to polyp takes place. These events often take place outside, but if the atmosphere is thick enough and there are no land-locked species in attendance then they might take place in the air itself, if not the full event where maybe the host wants a feast or activities before they reverse then in the reversal itself. This is done to make sure the cyst has ample time to drift to be coerced into drifting into a spot they and the family agreed upon away from the event space, more often than not directed to a family garden or a community garden, but sometimes in spots the host specifically wished to drift to or even through chance alone.

This can have a few Karen moments treated similarly to the way say human mother-in-laws demand full creative control over their children's wedding or guests that want all the attention come wearing white to the very same, but applied to what is essentially simultaneously funerary rights and also a baby-shower hah. The Tr'Riken moment perhaps for family name given name *pans over to me scrabbling to piece together a Phaetan equivalent name to Karen* maybe Pani'Kn or given name family name, who knows.

And with funerals being as casual conversation as humans consider weddings to be, sometimes some auncles siblings and cousins like to push the idea of their family member hosting a funeral someday, especially since unlike marriage it's a pretty guaranteed thing to happen. Sometimes though family would pester ectonurites with benign or otherwise non-terminal diseases illnesses or disabilities with arranging funerals because 'well, this combination of genes hasn't really worked out for you, but if you spend time with [xyz] and host one maybe you could get a different pattern and avoid all that'.

What I haven't mentioned yet is the family and community gardens. Gardens of polyps that either live on family property or exist in lots where housing and or hospitals are close by. When one says biologically immortal one might assume that the polyps that produce their youth asexually would be also immortal and thus outgrow any physical lot, but that is untrue. Instead, though the polyps last much longer than a corpse would in addition to being around longer with maintenance of the family or community gardeners, they are not immune to dying of old age. Since polyps are not the reverse developing medusae they cannot themselves persist in life beyond death and just like all polyps do eventually come to pass. Unlike a funeral perhaps where there is a person to actively mourn however, the passing of a polyp is seen as beautiful. The medusae produced by the polyp have legal rights on what to do with the remains of functionally their earlier self, whether to perserve it like a flower crushed within the pages of a book (though much more elegantly than that), to seal it in some resin as the equivalent of an urn (a display piece that does not decay), or to let it 'metamorphose' one last time an let it feed the grounds of the garden it lived in.

Zs'Castle Zs'Skayr's entrance was guarded by pumpkins yes? Like a form of garden right? I wonder what happened to all the Zs' family's polyps *blinks innocently*?

[propertyofkylar]

(Saw a post on here and giving you a uhh paragraph)

It’s kinda funny how adults act immature cuz the want too but like doing it in reverse where kids are ya know … looking at the adult content is kinda strange I mean yeah sure I get that kids are kids and their parents are just being irresponsible and not stopping their kid getting traumatized by gay porn (nothing wrong with being gay) and sex itself just the parents are gonna get a shocked reaction when they get a call from their child’s school saying “yeah so we heard your child talking about uhh tiny gay midget Hentie and we are wondering if you guys have been around your kid or if your child has been exposed to unsafe videos on the internet or anything” but at the same time schools don’t really do anything but call parents and tell them stuff or suspend kids.

But the parents might have to beat their kid with a belt or ground them both punishments really just makes the situation worse because your child has already been exposed to this content there really is no way to protect them anymore they know what porn already know what R34 is and worse they start getting boners to their own family members and just honestly the younger generation is just slowly getting worse each passing month,day or hell maybe a year that’s all though really

- 🏢🏢

so i go to a lot of school board meetings for work (they’re pretty wild tbh) and a big issue in my state over the past year was an update to the sex ed curriculum which got wildly misinterpreted by conservatives as the state trying to teach children porn (it was literally teaching kindergartners the proper names for genitalia, then things like third graders learning about gender roles and how they can be harmful. then actually learning about sex in i think fifth grade? i know this because unlike those fearmongering i actually read the curriculum myself) but the point is, most parents don’t really understand what their kids get up to online. many of the people were complaining about middle schoolers and high schoolers learning about things like contraception and anal sex (i live in a verrrrry conservative area lol) and i kept trying not to laugh because they have no idea their kids are hearing much worse things on the bus every day and can (and most likely do) find horrible things online.

i guess the point of all of this is much like how i think books shouldn’t be banned and that censorship is bad, children need better sex ed. personally i went to catholic school and never even HAD sex ed. i learned what masturbation was from reading a fucking harry potter fanfiction when i was 12. i didn’t have a proper sex ed class til i was in the 8h grade and went to public school and by that point i felt like i had missed out and was so confused by everything because i learned it all from the internet which obviously is not good. by teaching proper sex education, it equips children with better tools if they end up in dangerous situations. and it’s way better to learn it from a teacher than fanfiction.net like some of us lol

idk this all got so serious anyway. nica is getting off her soapbox now.

[genderisareligion]

Sorry for all the personal posts lately but I'm legitimately scared for my life and can't leave the state I'm in right now. I have no idea what to do, pretty much no one I've ever known is helping me because I'm under a conservatorship I don't even remember agreeing to and can't possibly afford the lawyer to get me out of this. Not trying to be dramatic at all, I want to live, I don't feel suicidal, but I'm literally out of options, can't afford to feed myself the way I need to with this horrible eating disorder from Autism and childhood neglect, and feel death is imminent unless I agree to go back to these strange psych wards she can send me to where they can break the law freely like she can for some reason.

My mother is content to have me drive around in a giant van full of my things and my 5 year old cat, days after just being thrown into solitary confinement for no reason I was aware of (see pinned post), days after being denied not one but two public defenders that I am legally owed, because she's too immature to open the garage with MY LOCK AND KEY ON IT to just let me either put the rest of my things in there out of her sight or take everything and take it somewhere else. Where though??? She's spoken to almost everyone I know somehow, family friends anyone and told them whatever the fuck she wants about me, I guess, I don't get to speak for myself or correct it, even my "best friend" last year has completely blocked me. For some reason they believe her despite her ugly ass "son" (excuse for a living being) being a fucking rapist who she will protect to the death. HUH? Were you all faking the feminism allyship that entire time, like the 9-10 years you knew me, some of you? I'm about to start posting names because that's fucking insane.

I have the video and will post it, she called the police last night because I was parked behind her house out of necessity. Fresh out of the illegal solitary, spent like 8 hours getting "home," only for my landlord via the snake filled women's center (long story) to try and kick me out immediately and attempt to call the cops again if I'm not fast enough. What happens when I get to my mother's? Same shit, she's talking to me like I'm the r-slur they still say willy willy so I put my headphones in. That's illegal too, now I can't be anywhere near her house or she will have me arrested. Last night, and just about an hour ago (what my video is from).

THIS MORNING I CALLED THE POLICE ON HER because I wanted to know how the fuck she can do this and keep me away from the rest of my shit and my shit in her garage and refuse to give my cat a home even though she adopted him, when she is obviously my conservator and my disability checks have to go there and she has unnecessary financial and social control of everything right now. The only reason my address isn't where I've actually lived on the ID is because some other woman my mother spoke to got me drunk and stole my ID so that I had to put my ex's address on it. Collectively trying to isolate me out there to... what? FOR WHAT? Be trapped with the "woman" who's planning on beating me and choking me?

If you have it in you please boost this to let people know what's going on with me and why I'm not posting the same at all. Does anyone have any idea what the fuck I do??? Cannot afford a lawyer whatsoever would have to be entirely pro bono, so I'm screwed.

I don't want to die. My own mother wants me to. Unsure what to do

[momentokori]

Sighhh my annual Clover obsession is back you guys

OKAY

John with the song 100 years, it doesn't have to be about a lover, just a loved one. I know it's a lover in the video, but I don't care. I imagine it with John and Hope. Then at the end, with John talking about Radford/Robert.

Patty with the song Still Dancing, I like this idea because becoming what she is, is a lot of work. It could fit with her mental state rather than physical. Her mind shutting her body down because of her mental state being so bad, making it difficult to work. (Real condition btw it's called conversion disorder.)

Jack is with the song Karma, clearly, duh. I imagine him with this because I feel people look down on him. He's childish, some might say immature. Someone like him couldn't be a cop. So he proved them wrong. He showed them that what he's always said is true, that karma does exist.

Then finally, the girl, who I'm pretty sure is Or3os persona but idk. I imagine them with the Hatzgang (shocking I know) but with different songs for each. I imagine Robert being with John in 100 years. Then I imagine Ross with Patty in Still Dancing. Lastly, Roy with Jack in Karma. I have reasons for all of these but this post is long enough. If anyone wants me to explain deeper, tell me.

[rametarin]

If I could speak Japanese...

I'd pretty much apologize for the whirlwind of westerner fandom bullshit they're currently being subjected to. I saw a post recently of confused Japanese at some western nonsense, and they're right to be confused and outraged about it.

The Japanese social culture is nearly virgin waters for the sort of invasive, parasitic people that have hijacked it with absurd discourse. We in the west have dealt with their nonsense for a long, long time, and it has failed to translate over to them exactly the sort of sinister insanity we're dealing with. So it's kind of like having a family psychopath escape their containment and menace your foreign friend, who has no idea what is happening or what the problem is of that freak.

It's embarrassing, actually, and the worst would be if more Japanese started actually listening to their insanity and trying to conform to it instead of resisting it. Because I know what's going to happen. I can already see a few native Japanese trying to get with that program and start impressing it on their countrymen, the way they do over here.

When you don't know what's happening and why they're doing it or how they operate, it's easy to be blindsided by their insanity and go, "Is it everybody else, or just me?" Because these people currently bandwagoning on fandom are good at doing that. Making you question your own reality as they interact with this weird alternative version of it that isn't true, but they're demanding you conform to.

Such stupid bullshit as accusing Japanese artists of "whitewashing" Nessa of Pokemon and calling them white supremacists for not making her blacker. Erasing darker skinned Asians and going, "These characters are definitely black, so represent them as African people," and then making a fuss over people not doing what they want.

When I was a young man, things were different... In fact, for a brief while, they were so much worse. It was en vogue at the time and pop culture radical feminist discourse for female peers to hate "boys comic books" like cape comics and see them not just as immature and juvenile, but also hateful towards women for the skimpy outfits. Saying that western comics were boys fantasy (derogatory) and maintaining these beliefs about western society that were simply bigoted. That western society wasn't just majority white (Europe, the United States) but that it was inherently white supremacist and male chauvinist, and anything and everything that socially stemmed from that, in their eyes, was inescapably white supremacist and misogynist. Even benign things. Even something as simple as a comic book.

They said, "Comic books are an OLD BOYS CLUB that don't hire women writers or put women in charge of the business, they just exploit the image of women for profit and sell misogynistic characterization to reinforce anti-woman sentiments among boys." And they were wrong, of course. But the reality was, I couldn't even read She-Hulk around female peers my age between age 8 and 12, because it was enough to get angry lectures from them about how just reading the comic proved I was mentally immature (because they were too "polite" to use a term like retarded) and thought poorly of women.

They had been coached and tutored into believing such hideous things that made any western comic book into a toxic mess in their eyes, just seeing cigar smoking, woman hating, scotch drinking old white men in the business and just seeing every body reading comics as a miniature version of that.

We'd ask them what it would take for comic books to be okay, in their eyes. We were so much as told they'd only read stories written, drawn by and from companies owned by women. Because, they believed, women doing things inherently makes them better. And a man doing things inherently makes it oppressive and anti-woman.

And then an amazing thing happened.

Japanese media started hitting US shores. It was largely bootlegged and pirated with a few outlets from companies that were trying to stake their claim and establish themselves as distributors for Eastern products as comics and cartoons, but it was a secret fandom regardless. And among them, were Japanese standards and stories and subject matter, which hadn't been henpecked and nagged into the ground and buried under endless amount of discourse, the way the west had.

Radical Feminism tried to attack Japanese media getting popular in the west. And oh, it had a lot of material to find contemptuous, and then do a little bee-like dance to signal to the sycophantic radical feminist girl proteges why everything in Japanese cartoons was harmful to girls and women........ but.................

The girls didn't listen. They enjoyed the material too much for their programming by radical feminism to be heard.

Radical feminism tried to remind them how horrible the depictions were to images of femininity.

The girls argued back that these stories from Japan fit the criteria they looked for. 1.) MANY Mangaka were female sexed. 2.) Women are and have always been involved in the Japanese comics and cartoon industry. 3.) On top of all that, they were/are Japanese. You know, one of those "oppressed minority groups" in their ideological view. A person that isn't white, and is therefore someone oppressed by white people (and capitalism) internationally.

The last point in the late 80s/early 90s was incredibly important, as it was a value of theirs as progressives that white people were not allowed to criticize or judge non-western/white majority societies or hold them to the same standards of what was sexist or discriminatory towards women as the west did. Because it was popular for western feminists to have different standards. They'd go on a rant about how horrible western men and western society was to women, and then praise what would be blatant and brazenly, objectively patriarchal culture and standards overseas because the people there were not white and clearly it was not our place to judge them. They argued judging Asian, Middle Eastern or African cultures would be imperialistic and white supremacist, so it was kept off the table.

So, Japanese media existed in this magnificent bubble at the time, impervious to western radical feminism and their academic bubble where they tried to make it popular to fabricate how every industry they didn't have control of the public relations for was bigoted and prejudiced in some way, shape or form. It could be everything that western media was no longer allowed to be. The girls could be feminine to the point of neotonous caricature and female anime fans could consume it up like iridescent, candy coated drugs without feeling some sort of guilt for consuming, "white supremacist mind control" or whatever. We could enjoy things together again without being judged as callous woman hating barbarians. We could have fun again.

That's partially what made it so popular. It was immune to the scrutiny of western feminism and out of their hands to criticize without getting people to turn against it.

If you speak Japanese, you have my permission to translate this as best as you are able and share it. I am a westerner from the United States, and I don't trust translation programs to properly convey my meaning. Having to learn how to deal with these people and their conspiratorial bullshit from scratch is never an easy task, and someone unfamiliar with their shame and peer-manipulative tactics is liable to get hurt, if not by others, than themselves.

[davekat-sucks]

balkan-with-no-pickles: So for starters, Aradiabot was 13, not 16. Second of all, i did not mean to say that he deserved to become a quadraplegic for what he did, i simply tried to mention that he is also pretty shitty. As far as i know, he did not care about how he affects his matesprites (both current and previous) emotionally. This lead into why Damara paralyzed him. Sure, it was not needed, but you have to remember that all 3 of them were social outcasts. This is also the reason that he is afraid to break it off with Horuss, so that he does not do something similar to what Damara did. And then he flirted with Aradiabot, comparing her to Damara when she rejects him, RIGHT INFRONT OF MANY COPIES OF HORUSS, DAMARA AND EQUIUS.

Yeah, nah. I would have had more respect for you if you owned up to what you said and admitted a mistake instead of trying to disingeniously weasel your way out of it and not address ANY of the points I made. What's wrong? Don't you have your own opinions to backup what you stated? Need to read another post made by someone else to answer to me?

You commented on the post I made where I explained that there were people that said that Rufioh deserved to be paralyzed by damara for cheating on her, and you proved my point exactly by saying just that. Why else would you say that Rufioh "deserves" it? You endorsed someone getting paralyzed. And guess what, in real life, if you said "YEAH YOU GO GIRL" to Damara crippling someone, you helped her commit a crime and be liable to prosecution. You fucked up an already manipulated girls life too by trying virtue signal your "support" by telling someone in her position to do a crime. Exactly like Meenah did. Because hey, what do you know, this whole pitting Damara violently against Rufioh was HER idea to manipulate Damara into snapping and becoming a "stronger player" in the first place!

And when the fuck did I say that Rufioh was not shitty? I called him a shithead and pointed out what he did wrong MANY times. You want me to call him out on more of his flaws too? I could, I don't care, Rufioh is immature and nonconfrontational, I said that too, and that's still no fucking excuse to say he "deserved it". That's fucking victim blaming. Damara is one of my favorite dancestors. That's still not an excuse to endorse what she did to torture him to almost death or killing his lusus.

And back to your answer, what you're doing is, once again, putting more thought into a fucking shitty miniflash than even hussie did. Why do you assume that the ghost Rufioh that flirted with Aradiabot was 19 or the main timeline Rufioh? What if he was a Rufioh that actually died when Damara BEAT HIM UP TO THE POINT OF BREAKING HIS SPINE? What if that Aradiabot was alive for longer? And what does Aradia care if Rufioh flirted with her in front of Equius, does SHE owe Equius anything? Homestuck is written like shit, you will never have the context of their backstory or who was that Rufioh, only headcanons.

But you know what, thanks for bringing Horuss's aggression problem too, and I actually agree with you. Because if anything, that shows that Rufioh was a victim of systemic abuse in his other one-sided relationship too you know. What would he, a lowblood mutant, could do against a racist highblood that is monstrously strong and put his sorry carcass into a robot horsebody unconsensually to fetishize him like Equius did to Aradia? He is going to get killed if he pisses him off, like you yourself said, so now do you understand how fucked up that whole situation with him with Damara & Horuss is? The THREE of them did everything wrong in that stupid drama.

@balkan-with-no-pickles

[patchdotexe]

the KG masterpost, again,

hey guys who wants to read 50 paragraphs about my oc ok great here we go

the original version of this was very.. me cutting out a lot of What The Characters Actually Were Like to try and give an overview of out-of-character origins? which is fun but also does not actually tell you anything at all about them. SO IT'S TIME FOR THAT NOW

Katie G.:

aka: KG, Prime pronouns: she/he/they

a cheerful and intentionally wacky person, KG has the permanent vibes of being "up to something". never anything malevolent (or at least not on purpose), but their friends are never really sure when they'll kick down their doors with an idea in mind. she's adaptable to just about every situation, treats everything like a fun game, and while she's able to take things seriously she never really sees a need to most of the time. he's just here to have fun! sure, chaos follows in his wake, but as long as everyone's having a good time it's fine, right?

in a setting where worldhopping was a normal thing, it became clear that something was up with Katie. originally her tendency to pop up regardless of universe was written off as her tagging along, but the difference between each version in appearance and backstory led to the idea that they had a lot of counterparts. except then one of the alternate KGs would reference something another version of herself did, or have knowledge that didn't make sense for her to know, and things stopped adding up.

KG is a case of isekai gone sideways. somehow they broke the multiverse and are existing in several universes at once-- each iteration shares awareness and memory unless stated otherwise, although it's all filtered through the pile of noise that is "existing as 17+ people simultaneously". as a result, KG mixes up names, dates, and universes, and has trouble keeping her story straight. it's not exactly something they can explain easily, so he does his best to handwave it or dodge the topic entirely if people start catching on. as an upside, she's basically immortal due to her status as a multiversal anomaly, but on the downside nobody's really sure what the long-lasting events of breaking the multiverse are.

how this works in practice is that KG has Really Weird Vibes, is permanently leaning on the fourth wall, and either goes Full Protagonist or relegates themself to comic relief to stay out of the spotlight. as a side-effect of The Incident, the "original" KG is firmly stuck outside of canon because of breaking everything she touches, but that doesn't stop her from causing a mess (to the annoyance of T1, her best friend and partner-in-crime) :D

under the cut: more of this guy! specifically the ~16ish other This Guys. i will make tumblr regret letting me add more than 10 photos per post and also not having a character limit

Landia:

aka: Kaylandia, Lan pronouns: they/he/she

kinda the basis for their own subset of AUs because you would not believe how many minecraft aus we keep getting involved in. occasionally younger (or older?) sibling of Leonaut and/or Leontids, resident self-proclaimed memelord, here to have a good time not a long one, etc.

despite their immaturity, Landia's been around a pretty long time. ..sort of. he predates the existence of dogs, but didn't really start being a Thing again until around 1.15 and his memory of The Before Times is very fuzzy. still, in a fandom where players from near the start are considered old gods, applying that to this doofus is really funny.

has a couple spinoffs including Dashtwo (time traveler that's more likely to mess things up than actually fix them, got adopted by the resident polycule) and...

Outlaw:

aka: Landia, Lan pronouns: they/he

(minecraft skin is a bit out of date, outfit in artwork is accurate)

branches off of Landia, but is separate enough at this point to get a fully distinct entry because [looks at notes] i love him. hailing from the far future, Lan used to be an infobroker for the ConVex thanks to their multiversal knowledge. then things went south when the ConVex found out he knew too much about them. on the run and in a panic, they tried to get off-planet as fast as possible, got knocked out, and woke up in the cargo hold of a spaceship belonging to a fleet of outlaws. somehow they managed to endear themself enough to the captain to not get kicked out immediately, and now he's a pilot for one of the ships in the fleet!

somehow none of that is the most notable thing about him. what is the most notable thing about him is that after getting a neural implant to better interface with technology, he immediately got infected with sapient malware. and also that sapient malware is also the AI of the ship he woke up on, which itself is a fork of a brain scan of a wanted criminal that attained digital immortality. the Broker AI is actually rather harmless; they mostly sit in the backseat and try to keep Lan from getting themself killed.

he's somehow even more overenthusiastic and overeager than your baseline KG. he's living like full-throttle, usually traumatizing himself in the process, and his plucky attitude is a bit out of place in life-threatening gunfights and dogfights. he knows the rest of 77-2 has his back, though.

Twone:

pronouns: they/he/she (alternating/scrambled)

cringefail pokemon trainer

hailing from Goldenrod City in Johto and then also Jubilife City in Sinnoh due to Reasons, Twone has a tendency to get in over their head. he mainly trains electric and fire types (with her starter being Eclipse the Luxray), and proudly calls themself a gym leader despite not having a gym. or any badges to give out. but she has plenty of enthusiasm and that's almost the same thing

through a series of Currently Undefined Events, Twone ended up joining up with Team Rocket and assisted in the radio tower takeover before getting sorely beaten by our other Pokemon OC Robyn. embarrassed and reconsidering her life choices, they bailed out while they still could and settled down in Sinnoh... and also stole a bunch of Rocket stuff on their way out.

currently known for: disappearing into the jungle for 3 days with a friend and returning with 3 Mews and a Mewtwo, alchemizing a bicycle, agreeing to get murdered by one of his best friends on the condition that they reference The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog, getting exploded by voltorbs

technically newest addition to the roster, but he's been around a while? there was just. no art of him and the comic he was planned to show up in self-destructed before he could. but now he's back! and also is now the missing link between KG and Landia because of pixelmon.

KG the Foxcat:

aka: Foxcat pronouns: she/they

Foxcat answers the long-awaited question of "what if KG was a furry?". happily sitting in the same zone of non-canonicity as Prime, Foxcat's job is to annoy the heck out of T1, reminisce about old fanfic, and make sprite comics of herself and her friends. they are very much not part of CV but that doesn't stop them from having a noncanon friendship with CVTails that mostly involves bullying him and locking him in the same room as T1 for comedy purposes.

Foxcat is currently the only non-hedgehog example of an Outsider, which is a thing from our old Sonic continuity Shattered Worlds that basically translates to "worldhopper with weird powers". i guess if Shadowy is Mephiles and Chrome is Silver, then Foxcat is Tails? which makes her hobby of collecting AU Tailses make more sense i guess. she thinks they're neat.

would eat a Chaos Emerald for fun.

Ellis:

pronouns: she/he

didn't make the cut in the original masterpost, but then i noticed some wording in one of the MSPaint doodles of her and connected some dots so she's here now!

Ellis is the closest to pre-incident Prime in backstory and vibe, with the major divergence point being "suddenly there was an alien invasion". despite the rampant devastation, he banded together with her friends and was able to uncover the truth behind the invasion, stop it at the source, and hopped worlds a few times until settling down in somewhere close to home.

and then suddenly there was a zombie invasion.

Ellis is not a lucky person.

as far as out-of-universe timeline goes, Ellis is maybe the first instance of a KG? as in i think she was my first self-insert character, and the other KL era ones (kh!Katie, Plus, Self) were variations on her. between that and the worldhopping, Ellis is probably whatever part of Prime successfully got isekai'd instead of getting dumped in the noncanon void. where is he now? i dunno! he might've exploded. either that or she's a cryptid.

nicknamed "Ellis" because of that one time the friendgroup got really into Left 4 Dead. this may be related to the zombie invasion thing.

Katie & Teixak:

aka: Heart (Katie), Tei (teixak) pronouns: she/her (both)

them. hoo boy, these two. Heart regularly hung out with the OCs from the KL era and was mostly slapstick, up until Sora's appearance and the involvement of the remnants of Organization XIII ended up being a herald of a Heartless invasion. side-by-side with her friend, Heart fought off as many as she could, but the two of them got overwhelmed along with the rest of her world and became Nobodies.

picking up where Katie left off, Teixak got recruited into the New Organization led by Rasemtix with the goal of "okay but what if we Did actually get everybody's hearts back". mostly she got left to her own devices, though, which included taking the mission objective of "study the canon KH characters to get an upper hand" and turning it into "hey Leixand what if we just locked everybody in a mansion for a few months and played truth or dare" until Rasemtix found out and yelled at her.

eventually Rasemtix's plan went off without a hitch because Dream Drop Distance hadn't come out yet, Teixak became Katie again except for the final chapter of YAToD where they both existed at the same time???, and then a decade later i found all my old fanfic about them and realized i should probably rewrite the KG masterpost

Kay Gee:

aka: Kay pronouns: they/them

older sibling of local overworked CCC field agent Leo Naught, Kay is a troublemaker through and through. somehow they've ended up with the same Retry power as Henry, although they haven't quite ascended to the rank of master thief or high-ranking Toppat or special ops agent or whatever. mostly they just goof off and cause a little bit of chaos here and there, which leads to them being on the run from the CCC most of the time.

thanks to basically being immortal from both "being a KG" and their Retry power, as well as outright being able to rewind time and take a different path at any time, Kay doesn't take stuff too seriously and needs to be reminded now and then that their actions do in fact have consequences. whoops!

they are in SO much trouble.

comes bundled with their Stickmolus counterpart, a!Kay (or Akay). they're the exact same, it's just this one has inbuilt psychic powers on top of Retry and also is a fuzzy alien.

Zephyr:

aka: Zeff pronouns: she/her

a novice Dream Traveler, Zephyr is along for the ride more than anything else. she's very naive and prone to messing things up, but puts her all into fixing any problems she causes and tries to leave each world a better place than when she showed up. it doesn't always work.

she crosses paths with Klonoa now and then, and they have a kinda-sibling-ish dynamic? she's also friends with the reincarnated King of Sorrow because Reasons. (she calls them "Koss".)

i don't remember why she has four ears. i don't think it was ever explained. when she was younger / first starting out she hid them under her bandana but then she got self confidence about it. she also either has her own Wind Ring or borrows Klonoa's, i don't remember which - i think originally she borrowed Klonoa's, but then got her own later on?

stop everything. klonoa, get the banana

kaoticGenome:

aka: Katie A., kG pronouns: she/her

(image on right is Very old)

remember when homestuck? yeah. part of a 4-player (later 6-player) fan session from 2011ish, and while she wasn't quite the voice of reason she was definitely the voice of "WHAT THE FUCK?". originally her actual initials were KG and not just her chumhandle, but after finding out about her session's ectobiology she decided to break the mold and took her ecto-dad's last name.

her ecto-dad is also a First Guardian, a late-arrival session member, and the son of Ninten from Earthbound. i didn't process the implications of that last part until 10 years later.

originally she was the Scribe of Dawn in the Land of Ruins and Twilight, but she'd probably be a Heir of Heart now when using the canon classpects because [gestures at this entire masterpost]. her weapon of choice was bladekind i think, and eventually she ended up with a kusarigama But With A Sword and somehow didn't kill herself with it.

was like the only KL-era KG that wasn’t interchangeable with the others but HAHA NOT FOR LONG! although i think her reaction to being a crucial part of KGverse would be to turn around and leave. see you space weeb, have fun playing okami

Karami:

aka: karelessGuitarist, kG (the other one) pronouns: she/her

the troll version of Katie A., sort of! ish! they're both KGs and are a rare instance of there being more than one KG in the same setting, but they're still kinda from different universes so eh. i don't think they ever met.

in the previous version of the masterpost i described her as "the sequel to Nepeta" and that's still accurate. i don't have much documentation on her but i think her deal was that she would just beat the absolute shit out of people that were mean to her matesprit online. imagine you're blogging and a catgirl crawls through your window to punch you in the face

she didn't get much use but did cameo in a MSPFA as a cute kitty alien! (she's the one on the far left :D)

Plus & Minus:

aka: Katie R., the Ride System pronouns: she/her (both), they/them (plural)

a resident of Echo Ridge and rather withdrawn, Katie R. struggled with identity and finding a place to belong. despite making friends and having the whole world open up in front of her, finding out about the extended multiverse only made her struggle harder to find somewhere to fit in, and this rising stress (along with the chaos of being one of the first KGs) caused her to buckle under the pressure.

this got the attention of the FM-ian Gemini. now with the ability to wavechange into Gemini Spark, the two Katies scuffled over choosing to be heroes or be villains. Plus wanted to use her new powers to fight evil and help her friends, while Minus was teenage angst and trauma personified and would sabotage Plus at every turn. this led to Gemini Spark being more of a hindrance than anything else, especially once the Andromeda Key came into play.

these two are terrible plural rep. but they also ended up being a stepping stone to figuring out my plurality! so they have one (1) rights.

two of them thursday

Adagio:

aka: Katie Adagio pronouns: she/her

originally a percy jackson OC, now is... i don't know??? generic urban fantasy? in the PJatO incarnation she was a daughter of Apollo and got cursed to be a cat after royally screwing up a quest (it never fully wore off). on the plus side, she now has catlike reflexes on top of her demigod powers of incredible aim!

also she a cane (not pictured) because apparently she got mauled by a hellhound and has a permanent limp as a result and i did not remember this until looking up the deviantart posts Just Now? what the heck. she also has a mechanical wolf as a companion, which you'd think would set off the hellhound-induced dog phobia that's mentioned several times in her old bio but.. eh...?

her non-fandom incarnation, on the other hand, got caught in a gateway between the human and magical worlds which gave her a) truesight b) cool glowy magical tattoos and c) being a catgirl. the "being a catgirl" is a constant.

might've graduated from being a KG but i like including her anyway because her design's fun and it's not like i ever wrote the urban fantasy story she was gonna be the protag of

Self:

aka: SI pronouns: she/her

second instance of a KG after Ellis, and out-of-character she's one of the reasons why the "multiversal anomaly" thing started in the first place because she was interchangeable with Heart, Plus, and Ellis. she just straight up doesn't bother making a distinction between herself and her "other selves", and everybody around her just kinda has to deal with it. it helps that she's from the KL era so worldhopping and AUs were just kinda a thing that happened all the time.

she kinda ended up being part of a trio with two other characters that would show up in other timelines, although Self's universe was the main one where all three of them were together i think.

her Personas are Nekomata and Byakko and i honestly don't remember anything else about her compared to the other KGs from her era because of the whole "being interchangeable" thing.

ok that's everybody. bye

[highly-important]

Zelda Interpretations pt 1: BOTW

Like a lot of people, I’ve been obsessed with TOTK, and I wanted to make a post with my own personal interpretation of the story and messages in the game. It ended up getting pretty big, and I ended up writing enough that I’m splitting the post. This part is about BOTW, so spoilers for that game, but no TOTK spoilers.

After the calamity, Link, Zelda, and Hyrule are put in a state of stagnation and isolation.

I think there are parallels to the original Sleeping Beauty, where Princess Aurora sleeps for 100 years. A criticism of this story is that Aurora is too passive, and that sleeping is her way of fleeing from conflict and responsibility in her life. In “The Uses of Enchantment,” Bruno Bettelheim argues that there is a “long, quiet concentration on oneself that is also needed” in order to make the right decisions in one’s coming life. We cannot always be pushing ourselves to take action, we also need periods of rest and recovery.

After Link leaves the Great Plateau he has the option of immediately going to Hyrule and fighting Calamity Ganon. But, you are encouraged to avoid or put off the conflict and focus on recovering Link’s strength via exploring Hyrule.

I don’t know if this is true, but I’ve heard the ideal path to play BOTW is to start at Death Mountain, go to Rito Village, then Gerudo Desert, and end with Zora’s Domain - this creates a spiral around Hyrule. Spirals symbolize change, growth, and transformation. You can spiral outward into the world, or spiral inward to the self.  It is like the path in a unicursal labyrinth, where to get to the center you must often go the opposite direction.

BOTW immediately gives us a clear-shot to the ending, but we are rewarded for taking our time and taking a less direct route.

Link’s journey is pretty plot sparse, but I think the most significant part is the corrupted Divine Beasts quests.

Link has forgotten his memory, maybe as a way of protecting himself from the reality of the situation. But I think he still feels trauma around the Champions’ deaths, exemplified in the ways which the divine beasts now torment the Kingdom. This outward torment represent Link’s inner torment. The Divine Beast quests are symbolic of Link processing his feelings and overcoming the trauma of what happened.

In this way, I think Link’s meandering around Hyrule is also representative of his long, quiet journey to personal growth. Fixing the Divine Beasts and finding new champions is Link’s way of recovering from past traumas and becoming more prepared.

Link’s is an outward journey, but Zelda’s is an inward journey.

The King pushes Zelda to “dedicate every moment” to her rigorous training. “Stop running away from your duty.”  He calls  her research a “childish game,” emphasizing this idea that she is stagnating or immature.

She initially resents Link because his presence is a reminder that her father does not see her as an adult. She also admires Link because his dedication and training have paid off for him. She questions if she is worthy of her position. For all her effort, Zelda cannot use her divine abilities.

There is this moment where Zelda has fallen asleep on Urbosa, who talks to Link about the princess. We learn that Zelda trains herself to the point of exhaustion. She deals with feelings of unworthiness, which drive her to research the guardians. I think its fitting that our first moment of quiet introspection with Zelda is while she is asleep. I think there is a message about how in sleep our subconscious can solve problems our conscious cannot.

No amount of training or intellectualizing is going to unlock Zelda’s powers. She needs to slow down and connect with herself and her emotions.

Urbosa wakes up Zelda with a bolt of lightning (like divine inspiration), and the next sequential memory is Zelda first falling for Link.

Later, there is a really pivotal Zelda/Link flashback where they are riding on horses.

Link teaches Zelda to take the time to soothe her horse. Spending time with Link is teaching Zelda that she can’t brute force her way through problems, she has to take the time to slow down and feel things.

Zelda also says she wasn’t sure if she should give her horse the royal gear, or if the horse should earn it yet, but she decides to let the horse wear it anyway. “He wears it like a true natural.” I think this is about her loosening up her own feelings of unworthiness, and feeling like she will eventually grow into her position. It will happen one day, she just needs patience.

These moments that feel like a distraction are what lead Zelda to her own personal growth and breakthrough moment.

When the guardians turn on humanity and the champions die, Zelda cries in front of Link. She is finally vulnerable and connects with her feelings instead of intellectualizing everything. The path backwards is actually the path forwards.

This is a screencap from Mark Brown’s video on BOTW. I’d reccomend watching it.

This idea of direct-paths vs indirect paths is built into the design philosophy of BOTW itself. Nintendo tracked player’s movement, and created a heat map to see where players explored. Some players followed paths from tower-to-tower, and other players randomly explored. They redesigned the map so that players wouldn’t just travel from tower-to-tower, they would be lured into exploration by a larger variety of landmarks and points of interest. The game itself is encouraging you to take your time, and approach exploration with curiosity rather than urgency.

BOTW is saying that we sometimes need rest, isolation, dormancy, even recreation or distraction, in order to grow and heal ourselves. Its great if you are ready for the direct route, but you may miss out on other things too. Taking other paths does not make us weak, and we can solve our problems on our own schedule.

[asyncmeow]

yes, this is... whatever the tumblr equivalent of a subtweet is, i guess...

breaking up with someone and then calling them immature when they say they don't want to be friends is a Dick Move... (that said, making this post is probably immature, but i honestly just want to vent into the void right now.)

so, the specific reasoning is that.. well, we broke up over my mental health. this is like, the 10th partner who's done that, with pretty much zero warning that it was coming up until it was too late. they said they wanted to be friends still, and i said that's not a good idea for my mental health. as a compromise, i stated i'd be willing to if there was a possibility of us getting back together eventually. not saying now, but when my mental health was better. they said that was immature.

and the reasoning is kinda selfish, but i'm trying to keep my already terrible mental health from getting even worse. and it's *bad* - just ask some of the people closer to me. for me, being around someone i genuinely love and not being able to express that love toward them at all is a terrible feeling. it's not easy at all for me to hide my emotions, even more so on HRT. and trying to hold those emotions in will just hurt my mental health even more. what am i supposed to do, just let myself slip further into depression until she leaves anyway?

am i really immature for stating what i would need for this friendship to have any chance of success?