#no because like. huh. several things are just put out there but then not elaborated on or even mentioned elsewhere

[whoredmode]

why do the radio ads in srtt provide more worldbuilding and lore than anything else in the actual game

[violenteconomics]

FRESHMEN 101 FOR ASPIRING UPPERCLASSMEN

today’s lesson: proper communication and translation 🗣️

azul: greetings! i am your professor, azul ashengrotto! welcome to "freshmen 101 for aspiring upperclassmen" at night raven college! the only class that will you teach how to effectively handle those little brats— I MEAN loveable new faces you see around your dorm!

riddle: today, we will focus on how to properly communicate with your first-years. some of the things they say may be confusing and/or contradictory, so it's important to know how to translate their sentences into coherent language you understand.

vil: we have set up a variety of examples with our fellow co-professors and fellow seniors to guide you along this journey.

^

epel: vil, do you think i’d look better with a tattoo?

vil: translation: i am entering my rebellious phase and also want to ruin my delicate skin with a glorified paint job that i will most definitely regret in the future and will make me wish i had listened to my housewarden more. also, i have no hope of a happy future and will live out my days as a gangster on the streets.

epel: …what?

^

ortho: big brother, can you help me with a cosmetics alteration to my gear?

idia: big brother, i want to be the sparkliest, prettiest, most drop-dead gorgeous, most attractive, most charming, 5-star-reviewed, no notes, darling, glamorous, talented, brilliant, incredible, show-stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, stunning, bewitching, adorbs, graceful, beguiling, smashing, knock-out, irresistible person in the classroom tomorrow.

ortho: yay~! 😀

^

deuce: sorry i was out past curfew, trey… i’m a little tired, so is it okay if i skip brushing my teeth tonight?

trey: translation: i have a secret boyfriend that i don’t want you to know about because he coerces me to engage in illegal underground boxing rings and convinces me that brushing my teeth is for losers. please get involved and maybe call the police and also never let me out of the dorm again until i’ve properly relearned the benefits of proper dental hygiene!

deuce: …huh?

^

sebek: silver, i think… i would like to make some friends with the people in our dorm. could you… mayhaps give me some advice?

silver: translation: i am a strikingly realistic imposter of your actual friend. i do not love nor care for you, and in fact, am very frightened by your presence, so i will gather allies from other places in an elaborate scheme to destroy you, the liege you’ve sworn your life to, your father, and your friend, whom i’ve already killed and whose body i have hidden in the basement. please end me.

sebek: pardon? what— what are you— why are you carrying around a camera— NO! NO NO NO NONONONO SILVER IF I’VE OFFENDED YOU I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE— SILVER PUT THE SWORD DOWN—

^

yuu: everyday, i’m scared that everything i’ve worked so hard to build in this world, all the friends i’ve made… all of it will just— slip through my fingers like sand… kalim? azul? what are your biggest fears?

kalim: translation: wow, things sure have been getting a little upsetti spaghetti around here! let’s throw a huge party in the mostro lounge with food and games and bright lights and elephants and and invite all of our friends to lighten up the atmosphere! the more, the merrier!

azul: translation: and while we’re at it, please don’t forget the mostro lounge’s limited time “part of your world” event, which offers authentic drinks, food, and even little trinkets from all around the world, for 20% off its original price!

yuu: guys pls

^

ace: hey, riddle? i, uh… i need help with smth.

riddle: translation: i have gotten into some very serious trouble and am about to lure you into a death trap that will get us both severely injured in all likelihood, and i am coming to you, specifically, about this, because i know you care deeply for me and couldn’t say no if you honestly thought my life was in danger, and i am going to exploit it for my own ends. what is it, ace?

ace: …ok, u lil bitch i see how it is

^

jack: hey, leona? ruggie? do you… do you love me?

leona: 

ruggie: 

leona: 

ruggie: 

ruggie: translation: give me food!

jack: …would it help if i said it first?

leona: 

ruggie: 

leona: 

ruggie: 

leona: …no, wait— i think maybe he said “give me sliced pears on a plate”... not sure, tho.

ruggie: that does sound right...

jack: oh my seven.

[a-thousand-little-things]

anchored only by what is left of times long gone

——————

hi everyone!!! thanks for coming :D we should introduce ourselves now huh

true. i’ll start. rowan santos, they/them, 16 years old, i serve the eye. green text.

andrew sanchez! he/it, 15 years old and i serve the slaughter. and the spiral? idk it’s weird :P red text

bee jones, my real name is beatrice but most people just call me bee :D she/any, 14 years old and i serve the end :] orange text

thank you all for joining us. my friends here—

hi :)

hey :D

—found out that there are a lot of people… like us, sort of, on this site. we made an account for ourselves, to interact with you all. it’s certainly easier than trying to track you down across several universes without leads, but we’ll still be doing that.

you seriously had to reveal the universe thing?

yeah, so? explains why we’re everywhere. i doubt we’d be able to keep it up as a secret.

true, yeah. anyway, hi guys! thanks for meeting us!

have a good time.

have fun!!!

welcome to the blog :3

open for asks!!

big huge unreality warning for this entire blog!

ooc, rules, and info under the cut!

@iiinkos here! made another tma rp blog but this time with my ocs :D i also run the @gerry-the-archivist blog if you wanna check that out

info:

- bee lore and info

- rowan lore and info

- andrew lore and info

- all asks i send will work in a certain way. when signing them off, i will put in the characters’ names in the order they appear in (not including ones who aren’t in the ask), and then next to it i’ll mention myself

example:

hey there!!!

hi :) what’s your favorite color?

- andrew, bee / @(this blog)

- ooc or // = out of character text

rules:

- no flirting!

- no sexual content!

- please don’t attempt to rp a relationship, yes qpr counts

- perfectly fine to start a new rp or interact with old ones, i don’t mind :)

- anyone can rp with me! you dont gotta be an rp blog

- do not ask for genuine advice on things like culture, race, or disability (such as: bee’s mexican traditions, caring for 4c hair, how rowan lives their day to day life as a leg amputee). while these characters are these things because people like them do exist, and i want to show that in my creations, that does not mean i have actual authority on the matter. please do your own research on the life experiences of people like this. i want to show that yes, people like this exist, but i do not want to be treated as an expert.

- the only exception to the previous rule would be asking andrew about his experience as a second gen immigrant filipino kid, because i do have actual experience growing up as a that. you will not be able to get genuine advice or knowledge on filipino culture, which i will elaborate on in the next rule.

- andrew is a filipino second generation immigrant. he feels disconnected from his filipino background and culture, and is deeply insecure about it. he is likely to mention this from time to time. DO NOT USE THIS AGAINST HIM. i am using him as a way to explore my own feelings on this matter, which are likely to be very similar, if not identical to his.

have fun!

mod uses they/them

[oversphere-originals]

original: animelia

alright, so this wouldn't be an actual writing blog if i didn't start off by talking about the literal oldest world i have ever created on my own.

this thing goes all the way back to when i was like.... eight years old, and playing pretend with my younger brother in our backyard using sticks as swords. we made up stories and went on adventures (i usually played myself and also all the npcs we encountered, though we didn't call them that then because we were eight) in worlds like Camp Half-Blood, Hogwarts, and any other interesting story we'd both read recently, which was a lot because we both read a lot back then. but because we were two homeschooled kids with undiagnosed but heavily suspected ADHD and parents who encouraged Being Outside instead of playing computer games all the time, that was never enough - so we made up our own worlds.

and by we, i mostly mean me.

animelia was one of the very first worlds i ever created. i distinctly remember being maybe, what, twelve? and sitting under the swingset in the backyard, feet in the dirty sandbox below it, with my brother, and drawing out the "map of the world" we were playing in. it got its start there, and then i forgot it for years during high school because i thought it was cringe, and now in recent years i've re-embraced the cringe and started updating this to become an actual story once again.

so here's the deal with my animelia story!

Animelia is essentially a world that runs in a separate but connected dimension to ours, which used to be connected closely to Earth by way of dimensional portals called goldstreaks; however, An Event happened several hundred-plus years ago and the goldstreaks that once were kept open for travel have now been shut down, and only the occasional natural goldstreak portal opens up due to the positioning of the stars and thinning of dimensional walls and such. This means that travel between the two worlds is now practically nonexistent.

(originally, when i was a kid with a pencil and notebook paper drawing this world, it was a galaxy with every fragmented planet its own biome - a jungle planet, a desert planet, and so on, with goldstreak portals between planets. that's long since changed for multiple reasons (including a lot of college courses on ecology haha) but it was a fun start, honestly. we always set the goldstreak transporters by the gate to our backyard when we were playing games, because where else are you going to put it?)

While Earth's sentient/sapient population is primarily made up of humans, Animelia's is made up of a race known as nyms, who are more or less anthropomorphic animals. The specific animal they're an anthro version of is known as a morph, so you can be a mockingbird morph, a deer morph, and so on. Nyms have an inborn amount of magic, and while not everyone is able to do a lot of magic, everyone at least has the ability to shift forms into a "full-animal" version of their morph, which is inevitably significantly larger (and sometimes more unusually colored) than the Earth equivalent. There are big cities, travel, commerce and trade, and all kinds of politics and magic and stuff that I'll elaborate on later (as I figure it out too, haha) but generally it's a pretty standard level of fantasy-world-technology and such. Just...more animals.

Oh, and humans are basically fairytales, that's an important note. It's been so long since the goldstreaks were regularly held open by mages that they're considered legends now, and nobody really thinks that "morphless" (humans) exist anymore in more than old stories.

And this is when we get to the plot of the book(s) here!

(damn, this is gonna be a long post. probably a good/bad sign for how the others are going to be, since this is the very first one, huh?)

The plot follows a trio of teenagers (this will probably be something around YA in age-level) who are in way over their heads, but they're still Doing Their Best. Their best involves running from the law, trying to blunt-force their way through language barriers with questionable success, a lot of hitchhiking, breaking so many laws I'm not even kidding, and a lot of found-family bonding through trying to basically smuggle a unicorn back to Fairyland in a world where unicorns are executed on sight for Not Supposed To Exist crimes.

Lussa is a spiny bush viper nym who's been more or less disowned from his (noble, military-focused, traditional) family for being so obsessed with tracking down "old stories and legends" of goldstreaks and morphless instead of "getting a real job"; he's currently working on trying to predict (and thus prove) the opening of natural goldstreak portals, using calculations based on notes he found in his late mother's journals. He's all intelligence and dexterity; he's very good at fighting because of his family but also hates fighting and avoids it when possible, and gets overly enthusiastic about anything relating to goldstreaks at any time.

Kyrren is his best friend, a snow leopard nym from a largely migratory tribe in the mountains, and while she's also very interested in the goldstreaks and morphless thanks to the oral stories that her tribe has passed down, she's currently more concerned with keeping her incredibly intelligent idiot of a best friend alive while he's slithering all over the continent chasing portals. She's more of a common-sense person, well used to traveling and dealing with bandits and weather and how they're going to get all this sensor equipment up the cliff when neither of them can fly, and she's a bit more deadpan but also does get excited about the goldstreak stuff.

Alina, on the other hand, is a human who trips and falls through a goldstreak in the forest behind her house, winds up at the peak of a snowy mountain, gets rescued by a snow leopard walking on two legs and a half-snake guy with glasses who's way too excited about everything, and then has to deal with the fact that she's now in a world where humans don't exist, she doesn't speak any of the local languages, and her only hope to get back home is to rely on these two fellow teenagers to get her all the way across the continent to a place where they think another portal might open up in a month's time.

It's basically a Road Trip From Hell sort of story, with extra language barriers, cultural shock, magical loopholes, found family, and figuring out that hey maybe those manufactured goldstreak portals hadn't actually been closed due to a completely natural disaster like everyone thought in the first place.

I have a ton of thoughts swirling on the matter of local cultural traditions, etiquette and honorifics, the magic system, and the geography, but this post is already long enough so we'll stop it here!

After a snippet of the pieces I do actually have, of course ;)

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Luckily, the morphless doesn’t get a chance to sneak away or attack them while they’re asleep.

Unluckily, it doesn’t get a chance because it wakes them up with a bloodcurling howl.

Kyrren leaps out of the makeshift nest with a yowl of her own half-caught in her throat, scrambling blindly for her collapsed spear with one hand and unsheathing claws with the other. Even before she’s fully awake she’s crouched in front of Lussa, who’s thrashing in a trap of his own making underneath all ten layers of blankets and hissing in a sleepy panic.

The morphless is moving—away from them?

Kyrren blinks sleep out of her eyes hard, even as she puffs herself up to make herself a bigger, more threatening opponent. But no, she hadn’t seen that wrong. It’s....moving away. Backing itself into a corner, actually, leaving all of the blankets behind and pressing its back into the cold stone wall. It stares at her with big, round eyes set high in its flat face, like an owl, but more focused on her and less through her.

Kyrren hesitates when it doesn’t attack. It also seems to stop once it’s there. Its chest heaves, moving rapidly for something that big, and its heartbeat seems to be even faster than her own.

Is it....scared? Surely not. It's not like it's the one being faced with a monster out of fireside stories and old dusty legends.

Lussa manages to slither his way out from the blanket pile and into a mostly upright position while they’re staring at each other. The morphless’s eyes flick down to him and it jerks back again, letting out another whimpering sound. It clutches at its belt as if looking for a weapon and finding none.

It does look scared. Of Lussa, of all nyms.

Kyrren had thought it was a predator, but maybe it’s more prey-oriented instead—Lussa is the exact opposite of intimidating. As evidenced by his sleepy squint at the morphless. “Whasssssit?”

“It’s awake,” Kyrren mutters.

“It’ssss... Oh. Oh!” Lussa jolts, then dives back into the blanket nest—making the morphless jump—before scrambling back upright with his glasses. “Oh!” he repeats, enthusiasm spiking. “You’re awake! Hello!”

He goes to move past Kyrren and she grabs his arm, stopping him. “We don’t know if it’s dangerous-”

“It’s not going to attack me!” Lussa protests, waving one hand at it. “Look at it, it’s terrified!”

It—does still look scared, frankly. Pressed as far back into the corner as it can get, its skin gone an even grayer shade of brown, and eyes wide behind its unruly long hair.

Kyrren pins her ears back, uneasy. She doesn’t really... like scaring people. Not people smaller and not threatening to her, at least. But. They don’t know how dangerous this thing is. “Cornered animals are the most dangerous,” she reminds him.

“But not cold ones,” Lussa argues. “Look, it’s shivering. Are you cold? You look cold,” he adds to it directly.

The morphless stares mutely at him.

Lussa deflates a bit. “Fine, you don’t have to...oh, let me just...” He pulls away, and this time Kyrren reluctantly lets him go.

She stands up straighter, then when the morphless only shrinks back, she sinks back down onto her haunches. It doesn’t look any less terrified, but it seems to relax again when she’s not towering over it. Really, it’s not any taller than Lussa when he’s pulling himself upright, and that’s barely the height of Kyrren’s chest. No wonder it’s scared, if it’s that small.

She flicks her tail out, balancing her weight, and wonders at the way the morphless’s eyes catch on it and widen before snapping back to Lussa.

[juicezone]

"So. I was thinking-"

"Wow. Bold of you."

Ward stopped as Cooper cut him off, not even looking up as he interrupted. The scientist reached over for a nearby pillow and chucked it at the other before continuing.

"I was thinking, you should throw a tantrum."

Cooper paused in his task, putting down the toolset he'd been cleaning, and turned around to stare at Cooper with a look of disbelief. Ward looked back at him, his own expression casual and unbothered, like he'd suggested something mundane.

"I should throw a tantrum?" Cooper repeated when no elaboration came. Ward nodded and shrugged. Again, Cooper's expression held some sort of off-guard bewilderment.

"Yeah. You know, stomp your feet when Len says no, demand extra syrup for breakfast, refuse to clean up your toys. I mean, you'd have to start small, probably," Ward explained, like they were discussing some everyday topic, "I mean, if you want to go straight to total meltdown, kicking and screaming, go for it."

"Why the hell would I throw a tantrum, Ward? What on Earth would that achieve?" Cooper continued with their question, still struggling to grasp why in the world Ward would suggest such a thing.

"Because you need to learn how to be difficult?" Ward sighed at the look he got, and the engineer couldn't quite tell if the sigh was genuine.

"Look, you're great at being the easy kid. You're great at being the functional, useful adult. But you gotta admit, Cooper, sometimes you're too easy." Ward's voice was almost uncharacteristically serious, gentle but firm, "You never stand up for the things you really want."

"I'm not saying become an absolute spoiled kid, but it's okay to like... dig up and express those wants and stuff. And hey, if you practice having tantrums, it gets easier to actually have them."

"Practice having tantrums." Ward echoed and Ward nodded.

"Yeah. Plus, it'll help Len too. He'll know what to do for you and what not to do for you. Like- I don't get early bedtimes if I throw a tantrum, but Len makes me take a break. It's not a time out, just a break."

Cooper didn't say anything in response, and after several minutes of silence, Ward just shrugged.

"Hey, just a suggestion. I think I could show you, if you want. Just let me know, yeah?" Ward finished his last thought, turning back to his own data sheets as if he hadn't just randomly dropped an entire concept onto the other. Cooper just stared at him, before eventually turning back to his own work.

Still... the idea had been implanted. Cooper had watched- definitely not jealous- as McCoy had patiently dealt with Ward's tantrums. The idea of their (partially) shared caregiver being just as patient and understanding with Cooper's own bottled up frustrations was something that just... refused to leave his head.

"Practice having tantrums." Cooper repeated later that night, staring up at his ceiling. "Huh."

[quinloki]

Hii I was called so I'm back with another novel :') thank u anon but you're great at cooking without me lol! Ironically I think a lot of yanderes would be a bit softer to a monster than a human love interest, much more willing to try and compromise or meet you in the middle. Someone so unfamiliar with humans is expected to have more trouble with their rules- though truthfully, they're a bit infantilizing, assuming you understand far less than you really do. If you're smart, and very careful, you can take advantage of this. You don't emote the same way humans do so you're harder to read. It's a little(read: VERY) insulting how some people coo over you and insist you don't even know you're doing anything wrong, but perhaps it's best not to look a gift seahorse in the mouth... You get away with a surprising amount, testing boundaries. Huh? Leaving? You're going for a morning flight/swim, you've been cooped up all night. You want to catch a snack. Isn't that what Marco was doing too? What's "patrol," you thought that was a type of oil... take Marco with you next time? Oh, that's okay, you'll be just fine! Don't worry, you're very good at this and won't get lost- you can smell the ship from almost a mile away! Really, what are you all so worried about?

And of course the fuck part of monsterfucker. It takes them awhile to get to that- they know for the most part how not to break a human, but they don't know what your lines are or what it will do to you if they're crossed. What sort of courting customs do your kind have? What instincts, behaviors and traditions are they dealing with here? What kind of... anatomy? Do your kind mate for life? Are multiple partners possible? Do your kind have a breeding season, and if so, are you even capable of sexual attraction outside of it? If asked any questions about sex, you usually skirt around them, saying something like "isn't that sort of... rude..?" The one concrete thing they get out of you for awhile is one night when you're drunk. "Yeah of course I know how humans fuck. Most of my stuff is scavenged- I've looked through a lot of books and, um-" you make a wobbly motion with your clawed hands. "The... other books. The skinny flimsy ones with more pictures that smell like chemicals."

"... You mean magazines?"

"That sounds right. Anyway, humans are obsessed with sex they write it and draw it all the time. Of course I know." You pull a face. "A lot of it looks really uncomfortable." You don't elaborate. Everyone at the table shares looks with eachother.

XD I love it \o/

What a great little story you got going here. Keeping everyone on their toes because the point is to keep you, not break you, and if they keep you out of the water too long, maybe it would be really bad.

Maybe if you don't get sun light you will wither.

Maybe some innocent touch between humans is severely intimate for you.

Ah, I love the weight it puts on the yanderes /nod nod/

[vamqiredove]

OKOK @indigoartistqueen i'll ramble and elaborate err i'm keepin it here cause this rlly isn't smthing i want on slaingelo especially bc i get a bit mad in this oops

CAMERAS LIKE THAT ARE USELESS. ALSO THEY MAKE SHIT WORSE IF YOU ARE PARANOID. having them inside your house is unnecessary unless you're convinced someone's living in your house without you knowing. otherwise it does nothing but take up electricity or batteries and money ect ect whatever. If you unnecessarily install cameras you're going to be checking them constantly. and also within the context of just "waah my big strong man is out for a week i'm so scareed i'm going to put cameras inside my house" WHAT IS THAT GOING TO DOOOOOOOOOOO SOMEONE HAS TO /ALREADY BE BROKEN IN TO YOUR HOUSE/ FOR THAT TO BE "USEFUL" AT ALL AND BY THAT POINT IT'S NOT SECURITY WHATTTTTT

like other people said in that post, security like that makes it impossible to get out of your house fast/give first responders a hard time getting in. I have a bar in my window. it's removable from the inside very easily and all it serves to do is keep the window from opening more than a few inches. this mf would install damn prison bars if her husband had to go away for a month.

IF YOU'RE THAT PARANOID ABOUT LOCKS GET A FUCKING DEADBOLT AND/OR CHAINLOCK OH MY GOD. first responders are more likely to know how to get around those than "mobile locks" what the fuck is a mobile lock. OH WAIT !! SHE ALREADY HAS A DEADBOLT AND SHE'S DOUBLING UP WITH THE MOBILE LOCK. HUH ???????????????????????????????????

YOU WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW YOU ARE HOME.... when I'm home alone I actively try to make it look like someone's always awake. do I go over the top locking every door and window in the house and leave the curtains facing the backyard closed and did I once move furniture to block my bedroom door in order to sleep ? yeah sure but I'M MENTALLY ILL. WHAT I'M SCARED OF ISN'T EVEN PEOPLE BREAKING INTO MY HOUSE FFS IT'S MONSTERS THAT AREN'T REAL BUT MY DELUSIONAL BRAIN CONVINCES ME IT IS REAL TO THE POINT OF INSOMNIA IN PARTICULARLY BAD EPISODES. I AM NOT THE AVERAGE WHITE AMERICAN WOMAN FOR I AM NOT EVEN ANY OF THOSE THINGS

literally the only way I can see someone going this far for security in a way that ISN'T just "this is an ad" and/or "i am trying to brew fascism" is if someone fell into the delusion of being gangstalked, and in which case, they probably aren't posting their entire security system online because they'd be convinced their stalkers are watching their every move online and offline lol... it sure as hell wouldn't be framed like this either. also if it was the case she'd still be scared while her husband was home. it wouldn't magically appear when he's done, it would be constant.

doing shit like this isn't normal nor healthy, it's either a sign of going severe into the alt right pipeline and/or severe mental health issues that are going unchecked bc those are absolutely not mutually exclusive.

even the "keeping a flashlight nearby" thing is stupid in the sense that I DO THAT. BECAUSE WE FREQUENTLY GET POWER OUTAGES HERE ???????????????? what's it going to do if there is an intruder are you going to shine it in their fuckin face. what, can't see them thru your aesthetic lighting ?? what's the fuckin whistle going to do ... you've isolated yourself your home alone it's a WHISTLE. at the veyr least get a fucking weapon, HUH ?????????????

honestly I don't even know how coherent any of this is, it pisses me off a lot. I've done a lot of shit to try and feel "safe" and frankly it feels insulting especially given my minor agoraphobia too [ can't leave the house alone, i always need a friend or family w/ me ] especially the weird way this shit is made aesthetic. AGAIN. LIKE THE FUCKIN PURPLE LIGHTING IN THE VIDEO. AND ALSO THE SLEEK TECH.

the aesthetic-ification of that video is probably what REALLY gets me mad about it though.. like it really just makes it feel like an ad playing both on white peoples fears and mentally ill people.

blah blah my experiences aren't universal and my delusional paranoia isn't "that bad" compared to other ppls. whatever. i don't like it either way

[truthdawn]

thoughts/ideas that ive had with the rise turtles under the cut (btw its kinda long and its just me rambling. youve been warned)

ive had 2 ideas for aus. One of them is like a splatoon au and the other one ive just titled “bad ending”. I’ll elaborate a bit more on that lower but first the splatoon stuff:

ok so the turtles might be octolings just because I want to stay more lore accurate so ig living in a sewer would be the splatoon equivalent of being an octoling before splatoon 2 (and octo dlc) events (but I really wanna just make designs for both species for all brothers anywayssss)

also new idea I literally had while typing this but what if eye masks were color of masks. so like raph having a red eye mask, mikey have a orange one, etc

ANYWAYS ive already decided (for now) what weapons each brother uses:

-raph uses a splatling, probably a hydra. or maybe tenta brella

-donnie uses a charger or a blaster (but most likely the charger.

-leo uses any splatana. I dont think he’d care which one in particular

-mikey will either use a slosher deco (since it has zipcaster) or an inkbrush. uhhhh yea their ink would probably be different colors. maybe the ends of the hair would be tinted green though. or maybe during specials itd be the same colors for all of them. btw specials would be the same as using their ninpo

splinter would be like cuttlefish to the agents in regards to the turtles. so he’s not their biological father nor the same species but hes still a father figure. april would be an inkling

OH OH NEW THOUGHT. since in the show mikey would hide in his shell sometimes I think the splatoon equivalent of that would be going squid form (or in their case octopus form)

uhhh I havent watched the movie yet but I know a lot about it SO I guess that the equivalent of the krang in this universe would be like. mr grizz. I dont think itd be like a tartar type of infection because you can physically remove the krang from your body and once youre sanitized you cant remove it (unless its like an agent 3 thing) but personally I think an infection more like the fuzzy ooze would fit better because unlike getting sanitized it makes the victim feral WHICH has more similair behaviors to the krang than getting sanitized

OK NEXT IS THE “bad ending” au idea

again, havent watched the movie yet (trying to finish the tv show first, im on episode 14) but basically its an au where everything is bad and nothing is happy (<- could not for the LIFE of me figure out how to phrase it and ended up with this. sorry lol)

but uh ig to make it a bit more clear (man my grammar sure is something rn huh?) I wanted to make an au where the ending was already “set” but I could add things like backstories and lore sooo imma have fun with that once it happens >:D

ill have to watch the movie to flesh out the events a bit more but what I have right now is that casey was never able to find/warn the turtles in time of krang invasion and that ended up with each of the turtle brothers getting corrupted. AGAIN. I WILL WATCH THE MOVIE. AND READ LORE. sorry if this seems inaccurate to movie stuff (even though this au really only needs the lore from the very beginning of the movie)

a little spoiler for the au (because I kinda wanna make little comics or stories for them..) but raph got corrupted first, then mikey (but hes not technically “fully” corrupted), then donnie, and then leo. april and casey are both still alive but splinter is missing. not dead or anything but just missing

ANYWAYS. *claps hands together* HEADCANON TIME (also ideas that ive had to draw. you can use them too if you want just credit me mk)

once raph got flipped over on his shell and instead of helping leo used him like a beyblade. he was NOT happy

mikey has (on several occasions) drawn on his brothers shells when theyre asleep or not paying attention (for donnie he draws on the battle shell lol)

if mikey really wants their attention he'll scream really loudly

sometimes leo will put stuff in donnies coffee to make him sleep especially if donnie hasn't sleep in a while (cause donnies a stubborn bitch who thinks sleep isnt real)

raph once got so mad he broke an entire arcade game and then had to go get a new one (haha L)

all of them dont think they need therapy (they do)

sometimes when donnie talks for too long leo will just go "BREATHE."

final headcanons below because I wanted to separate them from the rest (what happens in arguments depending on the brothers arguing)

mikey barely argues with anyone but when he does argue (and is serious about it) he does NOT hold back

raph and donnie arguments are usually what its like to have arguments online (donnie tries to explain why hes right and raph just goes "nuh uh ur wrong and im right")

raph and leo arguments are much more common and heated than stated above. raph will usually raise his voice towards leo and then leo will just not care and try to make a joke out of it (that always turns out badly). sometimes they even cry lol

donnie and leo arguments are VERY physical. leo would say something and then when donnie says something back hed push or shove him and then that turns into a full blown fight

they always make up though :3

heres the end. you made it through this. congrats and thank u for reading my rambles about stuff. this will not be the last time btw. feel free to ask questions about any of this or use my headcanons for stuff (credit me though if ya do). thats it buh bye (this is all queued ill still probably be asleep by the time this posts lol)

[sephythespooky]

gitm mermay 3: lagoon

this is connected to the last one, so meet Sanii~

i'm totally not freaking out about him. totally

Character belongs to @venomous-qwille

words under cut

You had a good time with Misuta down in the hole and he’d told you to go to a nearby island known for its perfect crescent lagoon beach. When you’d asked why, he snickered, “Because the brighter of two halves deserves the same joy as the darker.”

That made no sense to you, but he wouldn’t elaborate, but said he’d join you there later. That was fine with you, and you beached your little boat and walked into the lagoon that was currently cut off by low tide.

It was deep, but you could see something yellow and pink down in the depths. Sitting on the beach, you laid in the sand and sighed, relaxing in the warmth. Closing your eyes, you start drifting off as your body warms from the chill of the deep water you’d been in earlier.

“So my nerd brother said you were coming. Not much, are you?”

Startling, you sit up and feel the sand spraying back down from your sudden movement. The yellow thing in the depths of the lagoon was clear now, another mer with a similar face to Misuta, but in yellows, and what looked to be a large circular crest around his head, with several spines in it to break up the orange fans into segments. He had a smirk on his face, pink spots on his cheeks like Misuta had blue ones, and big orange eyes behind some literal bottle glasses, a wire resting on the edge of his lower crest spines and holding the yellow glass in place.

“In awe of how awesome I am compared? Yeah, I get that a lot. Soooo~” he put his head in his hands and rested his elbows on the shore, pink tail fan flipping up and down around his pink and yellow speckled body, the tight black tank-top like object he was wearing standing out in all the color, “If Misuta likes you, you must be a nerd, too.”

“I...huh?” you’re confused, mostly by how utterly unfazed he is about backhandedly insulting his brother in front of a stranger. “Misuta said something about two halves and…?”

“Oh, he pulled the obscure poetry thing. Sounds like him, ha!” His head crest flicked a bit as he bobbed his head back and forth, “Anyway, I’m Sanii, the more popular, handsomer, and more gifted singer of the our little set of twins. How’d you end up meeting my hermit brother first instead of coming here? Most humans who get anywhere near this area end up never going near his den.”

“I’m a diver. I like to explore new places.” You’re a bit wary of Sanii, but his smile is getting less condescending and more easy breezy by the minute.

“Oh? So you can swim with us somewhat? That’s pretty interesting, for a human. Maybe I should steal you from him, heehee~” Sanii reaches out a hand, his fingers more blunt than Misuta’s, and tilts his head, “C’mon. I promise to be a good little fishy and not soak you since it’s clear you just got out of the water with my bro.” His cheeky smile did not reassure you, but you took his hand anyway. Misuta wouldn’t have wanted to share if his brother would put you in any danger.

The brightly colored mer pulled you into the water, flopping backwards and bringing you falling onto his chest as he carried you out to the middle of the lagoon, “There we go, much nicer than that sandy old shoreline. Now, did you come specifically for the silly hole or did you come to see our little school? We’re pretty famous around here, especially me.”

Looking back, you did see a lot of advertisements for swimming with mers when you were looking up the destination for your flight here. And you recognized Sanii now from those.

“Oh,” You smile at him and relax on his chest, “I came for the diving, yeah. I wasn’t going to be a bother to you or the other mers since I’m not exactly social but…”

“So you ARE a nerd,” He giggles and begins to pet your head as he floats there, “Well, don’t feel too bad about it. I’ll make you my project since my brother’s a hopeless case.”

You laugh in surprise, “and what if I don’t want to be your project? Besides, if you’re so famous, why are you alone here right now?”

“Because, starfish,” He preens, “every star needs their rest, especially before big events. My brother and I are going to be moving to a new school soon so we can be part of an exclusive celestial mer family run by some human tycoon.”

“Celestial?” you ask, not knowing a lot about mers since your home is in a landlocked area far from the sea. You’d learned to dive in lakes.

“Y’know, mers like me and Misuta,” he gestures at his face, “We either have rays or our faces are halved and look like crescent moons or something. I mean, apparently there’s a third type that’s more varied, but I’ve never met them. So…” Sanii suddenly rolls to be holding you upright in the water with his thin but strong arms, “I’m gonna have to work fast to get you to be the next hot ticket.”

He nuzzled his face into your head and giggled again, making you blush, “You’re too cute to hide in the shadows with my brother. Come on out into the spotlight with me, starfish. It’s fun, I swear.”

At that moment, you just say quietly, “Sanii, I don’t think I’ll ever be anywhere near your level.”

That seemed to be a good answer, because he pulled you away from him like he was holding a cat up like a child, “Oooh, you are so right, but it’s cute how you know your limits. Nah, but you can be one of my entourage, if you really work at it~”

He then gave you a nose nuzzle and added, “And I am a fantastic judge of character.”

You weren’t sure about that, but you knew Misuta had wanted you to get along with his brother, if that comment about his brighter half ‘enjoying’ you was anything. So, for the quiet moon mer, you’d put up with any sort of ‘star treatment’ Sanii came up with...even if mostly you’re just basking in the cuddly affection more.

[gifsbysimplysonia]

Sonia's Trying to Hold Herself Accountable to Just Write SOMETHING Once A Day challenge - Day 5

Follow up to Day 4...thrilled that these 2 from my second chance romance stayed with me and gave me more to put down. I know my writing tag is "my ff" indicating my writing is "fan fiction," but I honestly just stole a character name/face/occupation from a Hayden Christensen flick. So if you want to read, you don't need to know anything about that character or movie before doing so.

It's 2 people who are in each other's orbits again after a couple of decades. They were together as kids (early 20s), his ambitions took him away to "the big city" so he could pursue being a TV anchor, and after SOME THINGS HAPPENED, he was motivated to come home and find HER again. There are other big points but since it looks like I might get to develop this more here, I don't necessarily want to give the game away just yet. But in case anyone wants to read and offer me any criticism or anything, hopefully that's enough backstory. Thanks to anyone who reads.

"Oh me, oh my, Miss American Pie," she sighed. Luke stopped in his tracks and laughed before he turned to her.

"Now I haven't heard THAT one innnnnnn..."

"Over two decades?" He looked thoughtful for several moments before he nodded slowly.

"Sounds about right." Luke's eyes dropped to her feet, and he noted that she was still on the wrong side of the threshold. "Are you gonna come inside, or did you wanna have a picnic in the doorway?" She blinked a few times before her own attention went down to her feet.

"Huh." He wanted to wait for her to elaborate, but the bottom of the pizza box was greasy. Luke needed to put it down. "I can go find us a blanket so we can lay everything out." Luke was prepared to sit on the ground or anywhere else she wanted.

It meant the world to him that Bel had made the effort to reach out. As he made his way to get some plates, he heard his front door close. He looked over, and she was slipping her shoes off. Luke recalled just a few of the so many times before Bel had gone through the same motions, when this had been his parents' house and she was visiting. So much was different now, and yet the familiarity between them could not be denied, even though she tried like Hell to deny it.

They both made their way to the table. Without a word, Luke grabbed three of the six bottles and took them to his freezer. After they were secured inside, Luke spoke aloud to his Alexa to request that she set a timer for twenty minutes.

"You remember?" Bel's tone seemed amused but also skeptical. Luke knew she was probably thinking there was no way that he would remember something trivial like the way she preferred her beer ice cold.

"I remember." He figured the truth in its simplest form would work best with her. He anticipated more questions, but she just shook her head to herself as she opened up the pizza box. The smell of his favorite pizza crashed into him and Luke really did fall back into his chair.

Once again, he was overwhelmed with memories from his past, their past, and all the nights eating pizza together. Not just at this table, but at the unassuming dive bar this pizza came from, so dark you could barely see each other across the tiny tables. But that had served them just fine because it was a great reason to sit way too close to each other.

"You remembered too," Luke nodded towards the box while looking at her. Her smile was small and shy as she pushed her hair behind her ears. She avoided looking back at him. Instead, she turned her attention to the pizza as she maneuvered the box.

Luke realized it was a half-and-half. She'd never liked too many toppings, but it touched him to know that even now, all of these years later and on this particular occasion, she was sure to consider him and what he liked. She took his plate and gave him several crust pieces as the pie was cut tavern style. From her half, she started with middle pieces.

[solitaire-06]

Here’s the follow-up to my previous post featuring the ‘Anakin/Tahiri proposal extract, except this time it’s Anakin’s POV:

He turned his attention back to his sketch.

This was, perhaps, the most painstakingly elaborate and carefully-refined concept he’d ever developed, for perhaps the most important thing he’d create in his twenty-one standard years of life. Many sleepless nights over the course of several weeks had seen him produce a series of attempts at perfecting the design, before they’d inevitably ended up burned or shoved in one of the drawers of his desk. His perfectionist tendencies often caused him to put what his parents frequently described as ‘over-excessive effort’ into whatever project he was working on - but now, he’d finally managed to create something he felt suited this momentous occasion.

The overall design took inspiration from the twin suns of Tahiri’s homeworld, Tatooine - the matching white-and-gold stars that they’d once watched rise above the glittering dunes a decade prior, a moment that had demonstrated just how much they meant to one another. Two gemstones - sky blue and jungle green - encircled one another in two silver frames, which coiled together into a relatively thin band. Not only was the elegant, yet simple design perfect for a Jedi and generally down-to-earth soul like Tahiri, but the ring also complemented her features perfectly, particularly the green jewel that matched her eyes (and oh, Force, she looked astonishing in green). It was everything he could’ve hoped for - and if everything went well, his efforts would soon come to life.

Anakin didn’t generally consider himself to a romantic - his pragmatic, logic-driven mindset and monosyllabic approach to life tended to prevent him from getting lost in dreams - but he couldn’t help but feel a jolt of anticipation as his mind turned to the thought of slipping that ring onto Tahiri’s finger, kissing her, knowing they were going to spend the rest of their lives together. He glanced back up at her again, and he felt his pulse accelerate somewhat; Force, he loved her.

Carefully folding up the design and switching off the small lamp he’d been working from, he slipped out of the room and made his way down the hallway to his siblings’ cabin. Gently rapping his knuckles on the door, he waited momentarily for one of the twins to answer, before the door slid open and Jacen ushered him inside, Jaina perched on her bunk.

“Well?” Jaina asked eagerly, leaning forward as Anakin grabbed a chair and sat between his older brother and sister. “Did you finally settle on something?”

Despite himself, Anakin blushed; ever since he’d divulged his plans to the twins, Jaina - having clearly remembered her younger brother’s past cases of letting his perfectionism get the better of him - had insisted that he show her and Jacen designs that he was seriously considering for Tahiri’s ring, in order to ensure he made some ‘actual progress’, in her own lighthearted words. Despite the fact that neither of his siblings were in any way jewellery experts, he’d greatly appreciated any and all counsel they’d offered - particularly because it allowed him to slightly alleviate the nerves wracking his mind by making his thoughts and fears known to others. He sighed and unfurled the sheet of flimsi he’d sketched the ring on. “What do you think?”

“Mind if I take a closer look?” Jacen asked, and Anakin nodded, surrendering the sheet so that his brother and sister could closer inspect it. As he watched them pour over his work, he folded his arms across his chest and tried not to think about how his cheeks were now positively burning - he really needed to pull himself together emotionally if he was going to pull this off.

“Twin suns, huh?” Jacen noted with a smile as he passed the sheet to his sister. “Nice touch - make her think of home every time she looks at it.”

“She’s gonna love it, Little Brother,” Jaina assured him, placing a hand on his shoulder and flashing him a miniature version of the iconic Solo grin. “What gems are you thinking of using?”

“I’m not sure,” Anakin admitted. “Tenel Ka already gave me the Hapan silver I needed - it was from the fragments of her old tiara. But as for the stones… I’ve got no idea. All I’ve really been able to come up with is that I wanted a blue-green pair.”

Both of his siblings sat in silence momentarily, brows furrowed in obvious deep thought. Then Jacen’s eyes snapped open, bright with the spark of an idea, and he hurriedly reached for his bag, momentarily burying his hand in its contents before withdrawing a glittering emerald stone cut in an extraordinarily complex geometrical shape. Upon noticing this, Jaina reached for her own belongings and begun furrowing through them, until her hand emerged clutching an identical stone to the one laid out in Jacen’s palm, except that it gleamed a brilliant sapphire hue.

Anakin froze; he’d recognise these two stones anywhere. They were the pair of Corusca gems that the twins’ godfather, Lando Calrissian, had gifted them when they’d visited his GemDriver mining station above Yavin IV with Lowbacca, Tenel Ka Djo and Zander Zekk. They’d initially planned to incorporate the gems into their lightsabers, but a subsequent expedition to Illum alongside their friends and classmates had left them with kyber crystals that fulfilled the Corusca gems’ intended purpose. And so, after they’d attempted to gift the stones to their parents as an anniversary present, the twins had held onto them - a pair of perhaps the most valuable gemstones in the entire galaxy that they’d never found a use for.

There was no way they were meaning to - “Jace, Jaya, I - I can’t take these!”

“Yes, you can,” Jaina replied firmly. “We’ve never been able to find a use for these - and you need stones for that ring.”

“But -” Anakin’s voice hitched, his mind frantically work to conceptualise a reason why he shouldn’t accept these stones from his siblings. “I - I - are you sure?”

“Anakin, Tahiri’s already become like a little sister to us,” Jacen explained gently, taking his younger brother’s hand between his own. Anakin felt a cool weight on his palm, and knew that Jacen had deposited his Corusca gem into it. “Jaina and I never meant to hold onto these stones forever - they were always going to go to someone important to us. If that turns out to be Tahiri, well… I can’t think of anyone more deserving.”

Anakin felt a lump rise in his throat as he gingerly plied the blue Corusca gem from Jaina’s hand and placed it alongside its twin in one of his pockets. “I - I can’t thank you enough.”

“There is one way,” Jaina replied with a smirk. “Make this proposal worth it - and be the best husband you can be to her, you hear me?”

Anakin nodded. “I wouldn’t dream of being anything less.”

[theoriginalcrossjumper]

original: animelia

alright, so this wouldn't be an actual writing blog if i didn't start off by talking about the literal oldest world i have ever created on my own.

this thing goes all the way back to when i was like.... eight years old, and playing pretend with my younger brother in our backyard using sticks as swords. we made up stories and went on adventures (i usually played myself and also all the npcs we encountered, though we didn't call them that then because we were eight) in worlds like Camp Half-Blood, Hogwarts, and any other interesting story we'd both read recently, which was a lot because we both read a lot back then. but because we were two homeschooled kids with undiagnosed but heavily suspected ADHD and parents who encouraged Being Outside instead of playing computer games all the time, that was never enough - so we made up our own worlds.

and by we, i mostly mean me.

animelia was one of the very first worlds i ever created. i distinctly remember being maybe, what, twelve? and sitting under the swingset in the backyard, feet in the dirty sandbox below it, with my brother, and drawing out the "map of the world" we were playing in. it got its start there, and then i forgot it for years during high school because i thought it was cringe, and now in recent years i've re-embraced the cringe and started updating this to become an actual story once again.

so here's the deal with my animelia story!

Animelia is essentially a world that runs in a separate but connected dimension to ours, which used to be connected closely to Earth by way of dimensional portals called goldstreaks; however, An Event happened several hundred-plus years ago and the goldstreaks that once were kept open for travel have now been shut down, and only the occasional natural goldstreak portal opens up due to the positioning of the stars and thinning of dimensional walls and such. This means that travel between the two worlds is now practically nonexistent.

(originally, when i was a kid with a pencil and notebook paper drawing this world, it was a galaxy with every fragmented planet its own biome - a jungle planet, a desert planet, and so on, with goldstreak portals between planets. that's long since changed for multiple reasons (including a lot of college courses on ecology haha) but it was a fun start, honestly. we always set the goldstreak transporters by the gate to our backyard when we were playing games, because where else are you going to put it?)

While Earth's sentient/sapient population is primarily made up of humans, Animelia's is made up of a race known as nyms, who are more or less anthropomorphic animals. The specific animal they're an anthro version of is known as a morph, so you can be a mockingbird morph, a deer morph, and so on. Nyms have an inborn amount of magic, and while not everyone is able to do a lot of magic, everyone at least has the ability to shift forms into a "full-animal" version of their morph, which is inevitably significantly larger (and sometimes more unusually colored) than the Earth equivalent. There are big cities, travel, commerce and trade, and all kinds of politics and magic and stuff that I'll elaborate on later (as I figure it out too, haha) but generally it's a pretty standard level of fantasy-world-technology and such. Just...more animals.

Oh, and humans are basically fairytales, that's an important note. It's been so long since the goldstreaks were regularly held open by mages that they're considered legends now, and nobody really thinks that "morphless" (humans) exist anymore in more than old stories.

And this is when we get to the plot of the book(s) here!

(damn, this is gonna be a long post. probably a good/bad sign for how the others are going to be, since this is the very first one, huh?)

The plot follows a trio of teenagers (this will probably be something around YA in age-level) who are in way over their heads, but they're still Doing Their Best. Their best involves running from the law, trying to blunt-force their way through language barriers with questionable success, a lot of hitchhiking, breaking so many laws I'm not even kidding, and a lot of found-family bonding through trying to basically smuggle a unicorn back to Fairyland in a world where unicorns are executed on sight for Not Supposed To Exist crimes.

Lussa is a spiny bush viper nym who's been more or less disowned from his (noble, military-focused, traditional) family for being so obsessed with tracking down "old stories and legends" of goldstreaks and morphless instead of "getting a real job"; he's currently working on trying to predict (and thus prove) the opening of natural goldstreak portals, using calculations based on notes he found in his late mother's journals. He's all intelligence and dexterity; he's very good at fighting because of his family but also hates fighting and avoids it when possible, and gets overly enthusiastic about anything relating to goldstreaks at any time.

Kyrren is his best friend, a snow leopard nym from a largely migratory tribe in the mountains, and while she's also very interested in the goldstreaks and morphless thanks to the oral stories that her tribe has passed down, she's currently more concerned with keeping her incredibly intelligent idiot of a best friend alive while he's slithering all over the continent chasing portals. She's more of a common-sense person, well used to traveling and dealing with bandits and weather and how they're going to get all this sensor equipment up the cliff when neither of them can fly, and she's a bit more deadpan but also does get excited about the goldstreak stuff.

Alina, on the other hand, is a human who trips and falls through a goldstreak in the forest behind her house, winds up at the peak of a snowy mountain, gets rescued by a snow leopard walking on two legs and a half-snake guy with glasses who's way too excited about everything, and then has to deal with the fact that she's now in a world where humans don't exist, she doesn't speak any of the local languages, and her only hope to get back home is to rely on these two fellow teenagers to get her all the way across the continent to a place where they think another portal might open up in a month's time.

It's basically a Road Trip From Hell sort of story, with extra language barriers, cultural shock, magical loopholes, found family, and figuring out that hey maybe those manufactured goldstreak portals hadn't actually been closed due to a completely natural disaster like everyone thought in the first place.

I have a ton of thoughts swirling on the matter of local cultural traditions, etiquette and honorifics, the magic system, and the geography, but this post is already long enough so we'll stop it here!

After a snippet of the pieces I do actually have, of course ;)

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Luckily, the morphless doesn’t get a chance to sneak away or attack them while they’re asleep.

Unluckily, it doesn’t get a chance because it wakes them up with a bloodcurling howl.

Kyrren leaps out of the makeshift nest with a yowl of her own half-caught in her throat, scrambling blindly for her collapsed spear with one hand and unsheathing claws with the other. Even before she’s fully awake she’s crouched in front of Lussa, who’s thrashing in a trap of his own making underneath all ten layers of blankets and hissing in a sleepy panic.

The morphless is moving—away from them?

Kyrren blinks sleep out of her eyes hard, even as she puffs herself up to make herself a bigger, more threatening opponent. But no, she hadn’t seen that wrong. It’s....moving away. Backing itself into a corner, actually, leaving all of the blankets behind and pressing its back into the cold stone wall. It stares at her with big, round eyes set high in its flat face, like an owl, but more focused on her and less through her.

Kyrren hesitates when it doesn’t attack. It also seems to stop once it’s there. Its chest heaves, moving rapidly for something that big, and its heartbeat seems to be even faster than her own.

Is it....scared? Surely not. It's not like it's the one being faced with a monster out of fireside stories and old dusty legends.

Lussa manages to slither his way out from the blanket pile and into a mostly upright position while they’re staring at each other. The morphless’s eyes flick down to him and it jerks back again, letting out another whimpering sound. It clutches at its belt as if looking for a weapon and finding none.

It does look scared. Of Lussa, of all nyms.

Kyrren had thought it was a predator, but maybe it’s more prey-oriented instead—Lussa is the exact opposite of intimidating. As evidenced by his sleepy squint at the morphless. “Whasssssit?”

“It’s awake,” Kyrren mutters.

“It’ssss... Oh. Oh!” Lussa jolts, then dives back into the blanket nest—making the morphless jump—before scrambling back upright with his glasses. “Oh!” he repeats, enthusiasm spiking. “You’re awake! Hello!”

He goes to move past Kyrren and she grabs his arm, stopping him. “We don’t know if it’s dangerous-”

“It’s not going to attack me!” Lussa protests, waving one hand at it. “Look at it, it’s terrified!”

It—does still look scared, frankly. Pressed as far back into the corner as it can get, its skin gone an even grayer shade of brown, and eyes wide behind its unruly long hair.

Kyrren pins her ears back, uneasy. She doesn’t really... like scaring people. Not people smaller and not threatening to her, at least. But. They don’t know how dangerous this thing is. “Cornered animals are the most dangerous,” she reminds him.

“But not cold ones,” Lussa argues. “Look, it’s shivering. Are you cold? You look cold,” he adds to it directly.

The morphless stares mutely at him.

Lussa deflates a bit. “Fine, you don’t have to...oh, let me just...” He pulls away, and this time Kyrren reluctantly lets him go.

She stands up straighter, then when the morphless only shrinks back, she sinks back down onto her haunches. It doesn’t look any less terrified, but it seems to relax again when she’s not towering over it. Really, it’s not any taller than Lussa when he’s pulling himself upright, and that’s barely the height of Kyrren’s chest. No wonder it’s scared, if it’s that small.

She flicks her tail out, balancing her weight, and wonders at the way the morphless’s eyes catch on it and widen before snapping back to Lussa.

[yaxinqs]

if i hadn't seen anything on the jp translation (THANK YOU @hirayaea) i probably wouldn't have looked into it like this but now i have to give my 2 cents on the chinese interview question regarding this; it may be a huge reach but i love reading inbetween the lines and interpreting like this

it's a bit long so i'll put a line break here.

★ disclaimer: mandarin chinese is not my first language and aside from self-study, i usually only use it in a casual context. i'm probably bound to make mistakes (especially for something this "long") so if you spot anything don't hesitate to tell me !!

anyway: in chinese the wording for expressing "possessiveness" is almost the same as japanese — i will still elaborate on it so we have some better context (and to feed a few delusions, HEAR ME OUT)

“占有欲强的人” (translated as "possessive"):

占有 (zhànyǒu) a verb meaning "own", "possess" or even "occupy"

欲 (yù) a noun or verb that can mean "desire", but sometimes also "greed" or even "lust"

强 (a polyphone) has different pronounciations and meanings:

qiáng — as an adjective: "strong", "powerful", as an adverb: "by force"

qiǎng — as a verb: "to make an effort" or "to strive", but also "to force" (like the adverb above!)

jiàng — as an adjective: "stubborn" or "unyielding"

的 (de) is a particle used to modify nouns: to indicate possession or to connect an attribute to a noun

人 (rén) a noun meaning person

so “占有欲强的人” can be interpreted as "a person with a strong desire to own" — but the several meanings of 强 leave a lot of room for extremely unhinged intepretations especially if you are a dark xavier enjoyer

★ if you try hard enough you could interpret it as "someone who wants to own by force" for example

due to the meaning of these characters it's also kind of bordering on something akin to "control freak" and not just "possessiveness" in my opinion

i also find that in the question itself they don't quite specify a romantic relationship in chinese

because it has been a hot minute since i read the interview i thought they would've used 恋爱 (liàn'ài) to say "relationship" which is equivalent to the japanese 恋愛 (ren'ai) since it's kanji

after checking again, they used “在感情中”:

在 (zài) a preposition that can mean "in"

感情 (gǎnqíng) a noun that is used to describe a romantic relationship OR a noun referring to emotions and feelings especially regarding other people

中 (zhōng) a noun that means "center" or "middle" but can also be used as "during"

so while "in a relationship" is a correct translation for the entire thing, i find the interpretation "when having feelings for someone" very interesting

not only does it make the "degree" of possessiveness a bit spicier 👀 especially considering the meaning of the characters used to describe "possessiveness" which i rambled about above — it also fits very well if we take xavier's behavior in chapter 8 etc. into account

★ his reply is also similar to the jp translation,a simple “嗯” (ǹg or ǹ, èn) which expresses agreement equivalent to "uh-huh" or "m-hm" which makes it even better

in conclusion xavier really is a wolf in sheep's clothing if you look close enough and it has me kicking my feet

English version

BUT ARE YOU THE POSSESIVE ONE IN A RELATIONSHIP?

Xavier: Mmm.

Japanese version

セイヤさんは何に対しても動じない感じがしますが、 恋愛において独占欲はありますか。

セイヤ: ああ。

Seiya-san, nothing seems to faze you, but when it comes to (romantic) love are you possessive?

Seiya: Yeah.

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this is why jp xavier kills me he just straight up admits it!!!

and it’s with confidence, without missing a beat, and in the next question the interviewer tries to confirm like “how do you act?” and he just says “that’s not important for you to know”

SEIYA WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS giving me a heart attack

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source: YouTube interviews

translation by: me

[leiakenobi]

To You, I Can Admit [1/1]

Fandom: Star Wars Pairing: Poe Dameron/GN!Reader Rating: Teen Word Count: 1.3k words Summary: Today you killed a man for the first time. Warnings: General angst, vague discussion of death and war; I also vaguely allude to the reader vomiting, so heads up for that if it might give you the ick A/N: I really listened to "Sweet Nothing" by Ms. TSwift, said, "I should write a Poe fic based on this!" and then zeroed in on the line, "To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it" and elaborated on it in the most emo way possible. Anyway hi I know it’s been like two and a half months since my last reader fic but here's This I guess.

Cross-posted to AO3 here!

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There was never a question of you joining up with the Resistance.

Of course your parents raised you hoping that you wouldn’t have to, hoping that the Rebellion had done its job and the galaxy was safe. If not forever, then at least for now. Long enough for you to live a happy life. But the first whispers of the First Order began to spread—amongst their Rebel friends, and then further, and then…

And then yeah. There was never a question that you would follow in their footsteps.

You’re damn proud of it, every time you see some new recruit’s expression change the first time they hear your name. Your parents might not be General Organa, Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, but they were heroes in their own right and every day you spend on the base is a day that you’re all too aware of their legacy. And most days, there’s nothing oppressive about it.

But today…

Today.

Today you killed a man for the first time, and it’s left you feeling like they don’t deserve to have their legacy sullied by you, after all.

For hours, you can’t quite put your finger on why. Because your squad commends you for acting so fast, they question whether you all would have gotten out of there unscathed if you hadn’t been so quick and precise with the trigger, they express their gratitude over and over and over… All while you’re moving through the world with your head pounding and a ringing in your ears as you remember the look in his eyes in the moment before it happened.

No sooner have you crossed the threshold to your quarters than you see Poe peering around the kitchenette, a smile spreading across his face as you come into view. “Hey, I heard you were back! I was trying to make you something before you finished the debrief. How was the mission?”

You stare at him vacantly for a long beat before turning sharply to rush into the fresher. Your knees have barely hit the hard floor when you begin to retch.

You don’t hear Poe move – you don’t hear much of anything for about thirty seconds, given what you’re doing – but as you wipe at your mouth with the back of your hand, you refocus and feel his hand on your back, rubbing small circles and pressing ever so gently.

“That bad, huh?” he offers.

In spite of yourself, you let out a fractured laugh. “No, it was a great day.”

When you chance a look at Poe, he’s giving you a small, careful smile, which you do earnestly reciprocate before shifting on the floor to lean against the door of the sonic. And it’s there, with the weight of the door keeping you up, that you tilt your head back and groan. “Maybe I’m not cut out for this, babe.”

Poe’s shifted now to press his hand over yours on your thigh, and his touch is gentle again; he doesn’t even move to truly hold your hand until you interlace your fingers between his. It takes several seconds of silence before he squeezes. “We’ve all screwed up a few times, you know. Hell, the general would probably tell you that I’ve screwed up more than a few times.”

You purse your lips in amusement, though your gaze is focused more on the wall than on Poe. “That’s the thing. I didn’t screw up, not if you ask my squad. Or General Organa. They all said that I did exactly the right thing.”

“Oh.” Poe hesitates. “Then I think you’re gonna have to give me a little bit more to work off of, here.”

“I’m trying,” you tell him softly.

He holds your hand, and waits, and lets you try, until: “I took a life today, Poe. And he was about to kill Oshe, I was just…” You inhale a shaky breath. “I was doing what I had to do, but I hate myself for it anyway. All I can think about is how scared he looked, the second before… before I…”

For a moment, you feel as though you might need to vomit again, although you choke back the impulse this time with no real trouble.

“Was he First Order?” Poe’s thumb is rubbing softly over the back of your hand, and you’re not sure whether he’s doing it on purpose but it sure as hell is making it easier for you to put words to the things that are racing through your head—the things that have been racing through your head since it happened. “A smuggler?”

You nod. “First Order, yeah. An officer at a checkpoint. And all I’ve been able to think about is that maybe he actually supported the First Order, but maybe he was brainwashed or blackmailed. Maybe he had a family, Poe. And even if he didn’t, even if he was every bit the monster that the worst First Order officers are…”

Poe exhales slowly. “You still killed him.”

“I still killed him,” you confirm. “But hey, this is the Resistance, right? What are we at the end of the day, if not soldiers? And soldiers need to be prepared for things like this.”

“You don’t mean that,” he murmurs.

He’s right, of course he is—he’s lain awake with you through the night before multiple missions as you’ve fretted over how dangerous they were and the prospect of potentially having to cross some lines that you’ve had yet to cross, for the sake of protecting yourself, or the Resistance, or both. And more than once, on those late nights, you’d asked him—

Why does doing the right thing for the galaxy mean having to make decisions that no one should have to make?

“No, I don’t mean it.” You turn your head to meet Poe’s gaze, and for just a moment, your heart stops over how tenderly he’s watching you. “I still feel like maybe I’m not cut out to be here, though. I don’t know whether I’ll be able to do it again when the time comes.”

Because you know, at your core, that it is when. There is no if.

And Poe doesn’t dispute it either. In fact, all he does say, at first, is, “I don’t know whether you’ll know one way or the other until you have to. But that’s okay. If you believe in the Resistance, you’re cut out to be here. And unless I’m wrong, I think that means you’re in the right place.”

You give him a skeptical look. “Does that even mean much? After being raised like we were.”

“Oh, yeah?” An amused smile plays at his lips. “You think either of us would be able to stand by and let the First Order take over the galaxy if our parents weren’t Rebels?”

Well. When he puts it like that, it does sound a little silly.

“No, I don’t,” you concede.

Poe’s knees creak and he lets out a low groan as he slowly rises to his feet, and when he reaches out a hand to help you up, you take it. You let him pull you into a hug and your eyes fall shut as he murmurs, “I know that doesn’t make it any easier.”

Yes, that’s the thing: you know he does. You know he understands better than most, what a difficult position you’re in.

So you squeeze him tight for several long, wonderful seconds before asking, “Need any help with dinner?”

“You sure? I can finish up if you wanna watch a vid or something.”

Pulling out of his arms, you quirk an eyebrow at Poe. “Are you trying to make me take it easy, flyboy?”

“Never.”

“That’s what I thought.” You reach up to straighten the collar of his shirt where it’s folded over on itself, and it fills you with warmth to see how automatically he leans into your touch and how much his expression softens. “Maybe I’ll just sit with you and you can tell me how your day went, how does that sound?”

He hums. “Is that what you want?”

“Mhm.”

With the utmost tenderness, he leans in to press a kiss to your cheek. “Then that sounds perfect.”

Yes—yes, you think it does.

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[stardustincarnate]

HEADCANON ━━━ when their s/o is arachnophobic.

genre : a tad bit of humor.

characters included : light, l, misa, near, minoru, mikami.

- "Uhm.. Light.."

- Slightly annoyed by the fact that you had just disturbed his train of thoughts, he looked up and asked noncommittally, "What?"

- "There's a spider.. in your bathroom.. And I gotta pee.."

- Hells, what? He hastily strode towards the bathroom, stopping and internally panicking once he saw how humongous it was. Several gangly legs... Eugh. Spiders had always disturbed him.

- But he had to do it. Just think, what could possibly be lamer than the god of the new world being terrified of spiders? That would tarnish his reputation. No kidding.

- Light took the broom from the side and carefully shooed the spider off the walls while you slouched behind him and held his shoulders, screaming everytime the creature got near you.

- Some time later, you lost sight of the spider.

- "[Y/N], where is it?"

- "I don't kn -- oh my gosh!!!"

- "What is it?"

- "It's on your head!"

- What the fu -- okay, calm down, Light. You can do this. You've killed plenty of the bad guys before. This is merely a spider.

- '[Y/N].. The predicament you put me into... I swear you will not get away with this.'

- He's utterly spooked, but he was still preserving his image, so it took quite a while to get the abomination off himself. He looked like he just finished an intense tennis match by then.

- "Thanks.. Light."

- "Huh? Yeah."

- Some time later...

- Was that spiders written on top of a page in the death note? Ryuk cackled. He wondered if he could blackmail Light using that to give him more apples...

- "Ryuzaki! You gotta see this, please!"

- "This better be important for me to be disturbed in the middle of a case."

- You took him in front of the comfort room and pointed at the door. He saw no significance in there and decided to walk away. You immediately pulled him back and pointed at the door again.

- "What? You want me to watch as you take a dump?"

- "No! Look, there's a spider!"

- "I am aware. What? It's just a spider. It's not gonna kill you."

- "I need you to get rid of it!"

- L almost rolled his eyes, looking very uninterested in helping you.

- "Okay fine! I'll give you whatever sweets you want if you get rid of it for me."

- Okay, that seemed fair. Besides...

- He sauntered closer to the door and lifted his arms. The lanky creature crawled on him. He looked okay with it. Too okay.

- For the sake of his own entertainment, also because he disliked you disturbing him, he raised the arm with the spider on it towards you. You hastily went in the comfort room and shut the door on his face.

- He kept that spider for future uses.

- Uh-oh. There was a spider. You needed someone to get rid of it, but the only one around was your girlfriend, who's just as arachnophobic as you are.

- You just vacantly stared at the bathroom door and waited for the spider to miraculously disappear.

- Eventually, Misa showed up because she needed to take a shower.

- "[Y/N]? What are you doing? Are you gonna use the bathroom?"

- "Yes.. But.." You pointed to the abomination lurking near the doorknob. Misa squealed and hid behind you.

- "Kyahh! Get rid of it!"

- "Me?! Get rid of it?! No, you do it!"

- "But I'm scared!"

- "So am I!"

- After a long moment of silence, you sighed and suggested, "Let's just get rid of it together. Get the brooms."

- Misa looked even more spooked, but she didn't have much of a choice. The spider wasn't gonna get rid of itself. She took two long brooms and you both began to sweep the eight-legged creature away in a careful distance.

- There was so much noise and everything had eventually become chaotic.

- "AHH! IT'S CRAWLING TOWARDS ME! [Y/N]!!!"

- You screamed yourself as you began sweeping it away from her, but the little shit decided to crawl on your broom instead. You immediately dropped it and scrammed out of the house. Misa followed, also screaming. The neighbors were greatly alarmed.

- "Near... I need your help.."

- "What's the matter?" He said, attention fixed solely on the cards that he was stacking.

- "There's a spider in the bathroom..."

- "What of it?" He asked noncommittally, though he already knew what you were going to say.

- "I need you to get rid of it. Please."

- You feverishly walked to and front. You couldn't hold back any longer. Near looked like he'd rather eat glass, but okay. He wasn't that heartless.

- "Stephen." He called urgently. The latter sauntered towards him and asked what the matter was.

- "There's a spider in the bathroom. Please get rid of it quickly. [Y/N] is about to explode."

- Stephen headed straight to the bathroom, followed by you, and grabbed the spider to relocate it elsewhere. Finally, time for you to break free.

- "Minoru. Help me." You texted your boyfriend. He asked what the matter was but you did not elaborate and only told him to come to your house asap.

- He was worried upon seeing your panic-stricken face. He thought of the worse case scenarios -- and then you took him to the bathroom where a huge spider was stuck on the ceiling.

- He so regretted coming.

- "Oi oi oi! Where do you think you're going?"

- "Back home? No thanks, I don't like spiders."

- "Neither do I!"

- "Then why should I be the one to get rid of it?"

- "Because no one else is home and I've been holding my dump for thirty minutes. You gotta help me!"

- His face fell. He didn't have much of choice, he was there anyway, so he sighed and picked up a broom. In a safe distance, he very gently shooed the spider away lest it falls on his hair.

- There were lots of unnecessary squeaks.

- Thank goodness, the spider had finally fallen. Exactly in the open toilet. Just as planned. Minoru didn't think twice of flushing it.

- You really didn't want to bother your busy boyfriend, but you had enough. You've been seeing the same spider for lurking inside the house for weeks now. Teru gave it no heed as it grew bigger. Then it got into your room. That took the last straw.

- "It's only a spider [Y/N]. It's not like it's gonna kill you."

- "You don't understand. The way that thing moves its leg is enough to give me heart attack! I can't sleep knowing that thing might crawl on my face as it pleases. It's so creepy! Why does it even look like that? Get rid of it, please."

- Well that was mean. Teru clicked his tongue. No point of trying to convince you that it's harmless. He sighed and took a chair, standing on it to get the spider which then crawled on his arm. He looked far too calm in your opinion. You backed away from him.

- He opened the windows and set the creature free, immediately closing it afterwards. Though he was pretty sure that it would come back sooner or later.

[fishareglorious]

i wonder if they're gonna elaborate on semmelweis' friendship with hofmann once she's playable. did they— [LOUD FOGHORN NOISE]

SEMMELWEIS SENMELWEIS SEMMWELSI

she’s on a first-name basis with her.

yuri...?

yeah she did kinda have to fight figuring out what is real and what's the product of the steadily frequent hallucinations caused by her chronic condition that also will kill her in several months time also while fighting the manus and all assorted arcane creatures in echoes in the mountain

ah heinrich....

wait wuh i thought we were in 1914. i think this exchange happened on jan 7 so new year has already passed so...???? im confused

also the storm can pass through the same area and timeline twice. hm. interesting.

she’s so incredibly sarcastic i love her

thats the last thing marcus ever wants to do

where is sonetto’s two star commandment v debuff when you need it...

it was probably bkornblume's two-target attack ngl

hearing her more fascinated and excited than anything angry is so silly of her

marcus: FUCK THIS SHIT IM OUT

if greta is the funniest person in vienna rn then kakania takes the place of the silliest billy here. shes such an incredibly fun character i feel sad remembering bluepoch's gonna put her through the emotional and mental wringer later on and into the angst meatgrinder next chapter

admittedly, marcus is very small (5'0 more or less from what i remember?) but you're only two years older than her, lmao. granted, i do treat people younger than me kind of like that so

her udimo is a parrot of course she’s as chatty as one lmfao

the fathersonisms between greta and marcus cannot be understated.

everything hurts in hindsight

aperion’s just a bunch of greek philosophical math weirdo nerds you’re not really missing alot. well except for the whole storm immunity thing ig

ohhhh so thats why aperion was bombed

greta is going to pop a vein she left marcus for almost an hour and now she’s broken like. two rules already

huh. are you sure marcus is of legal drinking age? granted, this is another country in another time so. wait hold on let me look

okay its perfectly fine for marcus to drink wine since the legal drinking age for non-spirit bevarages in austria is sixteen. im assuming that this law goes the same for 1914 austria.

this game makes me search the weirdest questions sometimes

on another line of thought, since her birthday actually happens later on in the story, is marcus sixteen here and turns seventeen on jan 12, or is she currently seventeen and turns eighteen on her birthday? probably the latter case. anyway, moving on.

WHITE WOMAN JUMPSCARE

literally she’s all in white and she’s white

kinda fruity summary

mmmmmmmmm i dont like this. i feel like this is setting itself up for a shitshow.

don't think marcus would ever be ready to actually lose you on her first ever mission.

chapter 4 is the epitome of the foundation politicking getting in the way of the better treatment of arcanists so yeah.

on another thought greta was quite biased negatively against arcanists in her report so i wonder when and how she had a change of heart. or was it just because the whole business of 77 and the manus arcanists raked on her badly that her frustration and prejudices bled through the report

finally playing chapter 6. i'm putting everything under cut for the sake of not spoiling people and because i might go off the shits.

anyways: i'll be bringing up the events that'll happen in the later stages constantly. also will mention chapter 7 (patch 1.9) spoilers in detail so watch out.

isolde on the torture chair once again.

since i like reading up on medical history i am curious a little bit on the actual historical accounts of EST. while im mainly more interested in the realm of epidemiology instead of neurosciences and general psychology stuff i might fall into a deep dive of this topic later lol. who knows.

.... eee. a sad truth.

ehm. not really.

ah were back for the regularly scheduled arcanist discrimination i guess

SLAYYYYY KAKANIA'S HERE

oh. yeah i forgot kakania's a med school dropout with a practice that's definitely not legal.

can't. hold schwartz against that sigmund freud was a... weird guy. especially with his oedipus complex thing

we back on laplace. also what the fuck is up with these guys. didn't matilda and sotheby run into one of of them covered in weird slime in The Star

MANUS MASKS????!!! WHAT THE FUCK STOP EXPERIMENTING WITH MANUS GOOP!??!?!!!

FUCK. IS THAT WHY PEOPLE STARTED TURNING INTO MANUS MONSTERS IN CHAP 7.

STOP THAT SHIT RIGHT NOW.

the forehead slap i just did can be heard all the way down the marinara ocean. like fuck offffffffffffff. luc's such a funny bastard she has the most serious robotic voice yet she does stupid comedic shit like this. i love you you funny tin woman

... at the expense of the majority of your staff? god with my knowledge on chapter 7 im constantly going 😬 here not going to lie.

!!!????? HE SHOVED A BALLPOINT INTO HIS EYE???? OH MY FUCKING GOD?

i kindave feel for medpoc if I was them i would be biting the shit out of lucy right now in utter frustration of her callousness

an unfortunate nickname for them, but that's semmelweis' team!

all we know from echoes in the mountain's story has set up quite some of the happenings for this chapter.