#not a ship I will eat kneecaps

[realreadysetrose]

Monitoring you, like Machines do

[puppyeared]

macaque is an alpha gamer

(please reblog this it took me 7 hours)

[ferelbasta]

My gf @feltmanor and I recently beat the Paper Mario The Thousand Year Door remake and OMFG I WAS CRYING AT THE END FROM HOW MUCH I LOVED IT 🥺

Seriously I can’t believe this remake wasn’t made by fans, how much polish and detail there is and the quality of life updates! This easily became game of the year for my gf, and for me it reminded me just how much I adore a certain “freak” in a sheet, I’m talking about Doopliss uvu

I never had this game as a kid and only discovered the games when I was in my early teens, I discovered Doopliss when I found a comic about him being made over on deviantART, it was about him having partners of his own and going on his very own adventure! This ofc engrossed me and I read every page that was available at the time, sadly the artist behind this comic never finished it and hasn’t touched it in… so many years… I actually remember asking if I could continue it a few years after she stopped and yet she wanted to give it another try at making the comic… though nothing became of this… cut to now and I’ve fallen right back in love with this lil guy after encountering him in game and seeing all new art of him 🥹

I remember during the time I was really into paper Mario after playing super paper Mario and watching videos about it that I tried to take a crack at creating a story for Doopliss, I used at least two characters this person made for her old comic and added known characters from the PM world. I only ever made stand alone art pieces back then and never got into an actual story… until everything came flooding back when I played the remake of TTYD. I’m not going to go into detail on what this new adventure will be about but I’ll just say it incorporates some stuff from my old ideas and a few characters from that old comic I discovered ( I’m sure the artist wouldn’t mind that I’d use these old characters since the comic is abandoned to my knowledge but I’ll see if I can ask her first ).

NOW to these doodles! :’D (spoiler talk under the cut )

My gf actually requested me to draw some Doopliss doodles and ofc I happily obliged. It’s been literal years since I last drew this lil baby boy and just seeing him makes me so damn happy 🥹❤️ also this is the first time I’ve ever drawn Flurrie! Tbh I thought I’d fuck her up but I’m kinda happy with how she turned out c: Now since Doopliss does join Flurrie in the acting business in the end of the game I see the two start bonding over the years they work with each other. I see about five or so years passing by after the events of TTYD and I see Flurrie acting as a motherly figure to Doopliss, since I see him being rather young mentally, like around 14 to 15 years old, his bio age I got nothin on since idk how duplighosts age >>;; plus I got ideas for his parents and he hasn’t really seen/been with his real mom in a rather long time.. so I thought it’d be cute and sweet for Flurrie to do this <:3

( also that chicken doodle is a reference to this post )

[dragonpaint]

not me and my department getting scrubbed for things that aren't our responsibility after we've done our work correctly 🥴🤭

[fallen-gravity]

we're wasting time (pretending we're strong)

"Well...what are we gonna do?" Moana tilts her head at Maui when he meets her gaze. "Two of the most powerful demigods in all the seas..." she pauses, and pouts dramatically in an attempt to lighten the mood. "...and here we are, both struggling with nightmares."

Notes:

So, fun fact! In the novelization, Maui regains consciousness a bit earlier than he does in the movie. When he dives under the water to help/stop Moana, he actually witnesses the whole process of her reaching the surface of Motufetū, gently placing a hand on it, and then brutally dying to a lightning strike to her spine. There's a whole fun descriptive about him crying out to her as he swims desperately to catch her :')

Another fun fact! At some point before Maui gets struck by lightning, Moana tries to protect him by blowing into her conch shell to taunt the storm to come and attack her instead. They're so protective of each other it drives me up the wall ;~;

(Reblogs are encouraged and appreciated, but if you tag as a ship I'm blocking you and eating your kneecaps)

AO3

As brave and fearless as Moana’s people and the stories they tell of her claim her to be, she is still no stranger to nightmares.

She’s very familiar with the heartache and the intense anxiety that leaves her breathless as she shoots awake in the middle of the night, terrified by things that are not and never were there at all. 

They’re not frequent, per say, but the intensity of which they occur are always enough to leave her trembling.

Tonight, she fears, in her last few moments of consciousness, is no different.

This time, she stands alone on a canoe, clinging desperately to the mast as a powerful storm rages around her. Each roll of thunder is louder than the previous, and each ocean wave that the storm sends barreling towards her comes closer and closer to capsizing her and sending her under the waves. She realizes, far too late, that the canoe she stands upon is much too small to handle these kinds of waves, and when she finds a moment of balance to look towards the sail, her heart catches in her throat.

Its sail is emblazoned with the spiral of Te Fiti. 

But that’s impossible, because she never takes this canoe out on such long or dangerous journeys for the sake of nostalgia, of longing to preserve what it means to her for as long as she can. 

She doesn’t like taking this canoe out all on her own, because it sends waves of loneliness through her, a painful reminder of the three years she’s gone without seeing- 

A huge bolt of lightning streaks across the sky, interrupting her train of thought and alerting her to the sound of…bird wings? She looks to the sky, and a strained gasp escapes her.

There’s Maui, making rapid flashes back and forth between his hawk form and his regular demigod form. He’s grasping desperately to the rope attached to his hook, trying his hardest to pull something out of the water, but no matter how hard he tries, whatever it is isn’t budging. Even from the deck of the canoe Moana can tell that he’s distracted, because he keeps casting glances downward at something else in the water. Frowning, she tries to follow his gaze, and an uneasy chill runs down her spine when she realizes he keeps staring at the sail of her canoe. 

He’s still trying to pull Motufetū out of the water for her. 

“Maui!” she shouts upward to him, the fear in her chest causing her voice to shake. “Come back! It’s too dangerous! We can regroup!”

He somehow finds the time to shake his head in protest. “I can’t!” he shouts back, his voice straining with the effort. “I’ve got it!” he tries, clearly trying to assure her. “I have to,” he adds, eyes fixed on the symbol of her canoe’s sail. “I promised.”

She shakes her head, and unsticks herself from the mast as she grabs for the oar. “At least let me-”

Another bolt of lightning strikes, this time at the water in the space between her canoe and where Maui hovers.  Okay, okay, so she’s gonna need to find a much subtler way to help. Maui, also having seen, growls towards the sky the same way he’d taught her years before in Lalotai, and there’s another rapid succession of transformations as he continues on, ignoring Nalo’s warning.

Before Moana has any time to redirect her attention to coming up with a plan to help, the wind picks up noisily, as if it were screaming curses at the both of them, and a startled yelp escapes her as the next bolt of lightning hits the mast of her canoe. She barely has enough time to make sure it hasn’t caught fire from the impact (it hasn’t, thank the gods,) before Maui shouts even louder over the storm.

“I thought I told you to leave her out of it!” he screams upward, as if he’s trying to talk to Nalo directly. Maui shakes his head violently, and doubles down on his efforts. He’s transforming so rapidly that Moana has to squint to see through all of the flashing, and for a brief moment it looks as if he really is going to pull the island out of the water.

But then there’s the undeniable sound of screeching, and this time the lightning slams into Maui directly. Moana tries to scream out, but no sound leaves her mouth. It’s not long before the powerful winds of the storms sends the scent of burning hair and flesh in her direction, and she chokes back a gag as she throws caution to the wind and dives for her oar to direct the canoe to be able to catch him in case he falls.

“Stay back, Moana!” he manages to wheeze through his efforts to recover, and it makes her chest ache just how much the fear in his voice sounds directed towards her safety, rather than his own. 

It breaks her heart, but she knows neither of them can afford any distractions, so she backs away from the oar and clasps at her necklace as she nods a silent promise to him. He nods back, the tiniest hints of gratitude on his face, before he’s right back to his island-raising efforts. 

Nalo, angry at his failed attempt to knock Maui down, strikes him again, harder this time, and Moana feels sick to her stomach at the way Maui falters. It takes everything in her not to do anything to help, her knuckles turning white as she grips at her skirt in an attempt to stop herself from diving straight into the water after Motufetū to end all of this trouble herself. She can do nothing but watch, and that scares her more than anything. 

The lightning stops flashing, and all at once she wants to retract that train of thought.

She locks eyes with Maui, by chance, and it’s actually the devastated, hopeless look in his eyes that scares her more than anything. He tries to hide it behind a lopsided smile, but it helps nothing when it’s accompanied by the fact that he mouths the words I’m sorry as he finally gives up on fighting. He lets go of the rope, his hook sinking to the ocean floor alongside Motufetū, and before he even has the chance to drop into the water, Nalo strikes one last time, harder and faster than all the other times put together.

“Maui!” Moana shrieks, her voice raw and cracking with emotion. She rushes forward to dive into the water after him as he falls, but something grabs her foot and slams her into the deck of her canoe, stopping her. She kicks and thrashes, in case it’s a monster that Nalo sent after her, but her heart breaks in her chest when she turns her head and sees it’s the ocean refusing to let her go.

“No!” she cries, and no matter how hard she attempts to kick her way out of the ocean’s grip, it refuses to let go. “Let me go! I need to help him!”

Nothing. No response at all.

High above her, he falls, limp and unmoving.

“Maui!” she screams again, and squeezes her eyes shut, not sure she’ll ever be prepared for the harsh sound of him hitting the water.

She waits, and she waits, but the sound never comes. 

When Moana opens her eyes again, she’s staring upwards at the ceiling of her fale. The gentle chirp of crickets and the moonlight poking through her window are her clues that it’s still the middle of the night. She sits up, taking a deep breath to try and calm the shake in her shoulders, and her eyes fall to the oar tucked into the corner by the doorway.

She sighs.

It’s not the first time she’s had a nightmare about Maui.

Three years ago, she dreamt of Te Kā. She dreamt of discovering the spiral on her chest too late, of Maui giving all he had to spare her some time, and her losing everything as a result. She dreamt of Lalotai, of Tamatoa seeing right through her tricks. He’d crushed the algae-covered pebble in his pincers, and decided that the best punishment for keeping Te Fiti’s heart away from him was to kill Maui first, just to make her watch. Something about making her suffer before taking her life, just for the dramatics of it all. 

She dreamt of drowning. Of diving into the water to save something, someone, and not being able to reach out and help them no matter how hard or how far she kicked.

Those times, she’d only assumed it was because she was missing him.

Those times, she could find comfort in knowing there was no truth to them.

Moana shivers as she stands to her feet, and grabs her oar on her way out the door. She’s not really planning on going anywhere where she’d need it, but the feeling of the carved wood in her callused hands always brings her comfort. She drags it along the sand as she heads to the beach, and gently places it beside her as she sits down.

The ocean’s always been there for her. It’s always been there to listen, even if she knows it can’t respond. The sound of its gentle waves always brought her solace in ways the company of others could not. The ocean could not judge, or try to sway her emotions one way or another. It’s her first and longest friend, always there, even when others she cares for cannot be there.

As if it were hearing her thoughts, it pokes its head out of the water and gently wraps itself around her ankle, as if it were attempting to hug her.

“Thanks,” she smiles, wiping at her eyes with her wrist. She hadn’t even realized that she was crying.

It’s embarrassing, really. She knows she’s got nothing to worry about! Maui’s all all-powerful demigod. The last thing he needs is someone like her worrying about him all the time. He’s strong and resourceful and he’s probably gone through much worse than one lightning storm and came out stronger than ever. He’s challenged gods before and she knows that he’ll probably challenge dozens more in the future. 

He doesn’t need someone like her. He can take care of himself.

And yet…

She closes her eyes, and flinches when the images from her nightmare come rushing back to her.

…She wants to protect him. She wants to do everything she can to keep him safe.

How ridiculous is she?

The sound of approaching footsteps snaps her from her thoughts. She recognizes the source of them without even turning her head. The ocean, seemingly recognizing them as well, slowly retracts itself back into the sea to give them space.

She smiles. “You know, for a demigod who stole fire from the underworld,” she teases him with an embellishment she only could’ve picked up from him, “you’re pretty awful at sneaking around.”

Maui laughs as he sits down beside her. “So are you, Curly” he teases back easily. “I could see you bounding down to the water from halfway across the island. Don’t you think it’s a little late to take off exploring?” he says, and then flashes her with a fake pout so sad and blubbery that it nearly rivals Simea’s. “…without me?”

Moana bites down on a laugh that would surely wake up half the village, and slugs him on the shoulder.

Ever since everything that went down at Motufetū, he’s become a comfortable regular in her everyday life. She’d been prepared to say goodbye again once she and her crew were ready to sail back home to Motunui, but he’d told her there on the shore that he was finally gonna make good on an old promise and come back with her. Even then, she was certain he was just being sentimental, and that he was gonna take off and take care of other more important demigodly things after a number of days, but as more and more weeks went by, it became clearer and clearer to her that he had no plans of leaving any time soon.

Soon after, the village of Motunui seemed to follow. It took time, but he eventually started to be seen as less of the all-powerful Demigod of the Wind and Sea and more as just one of their own. He was given his own honorary fale, invited to feasts and ceremonies across the island, and eventually just invited to participate in the island’s day-to-day regular.

Moana smiles to herself at the thought, and inches closer to him in the sand. “It’s not like that, I promise” she says, giving him a pat on the arm full of mock sympathy. She then brings her knees to her chest and wraps her arms around herself in a self-hug. “I, uh…” she starts, “I had a nightmare.”

“...Oh,” Maui responds quietly, all of the playful bite in his voice fading out to sea. Something gentle takes its place as he tries to find his words. “Do you, uh…want to talk about it? What was it about?” 

Moana doesn’t respond right away. She tries to direct her gaze elsewhere to try and gather her thoughts and find a way to explain it gently, but it’s just her luck, because she somehow ends up locking eyes with Mini Maui. The little tattoo tilts his head at her, pacing back and forth and tapping at his chin like he’s trying to put the pieces together himself, but then he stops in his tracks and frowns sympathetically as he seems to realize something. He gestures upwards at Maui with his thumb, a little question mark popping up over his head. 

Him?

She nods, and he grimaces. 

Moana tries to look somewhere else, like down at the water or up at the stars or at the leaves of the coconut trees swaying in the gentle breeze a little ways down the shore, but she’s got this burning feeling that someone is staring at her, so she sucks in some air through her teeth and looks back to Maui, because she owes him that much.

He’s staring at her, eyes wide in shock. “Me?”

“I know, I know,” she tries to wave off that look on his face with a wave of her hands, but it still doesn’t do much to help how dumb and awkward she feels. “It’s stupid.” She rests her chin on her knees, pulling her eyes away from his burning gaze. “We were at Motufetū again. Well, not everyone. Just us. You and I.” She runs her hand along the wood of her oar to give herself something else to focus on. “And we were on my old canoe, right? The one we took to Te Fiti? So it wasn’t built for Nalo’s storms, because it’s so small, and we…well, actually just me, I was the only one on the boat, kept almost capsizing. I look up, because, you know, I don’t remember how I got there, and I see you, and…you’re still trying to pull the island out of the water.” 

She shakes her head. She can’t have the tears coming back to her eyes, not now. “...and I kept trying to shout out to you and tell you that it was okay if you couldn’t, and that we should try and regroup and come up with some other plan where we’d both be safe, because whatever you were doing wasn’t working. But, uh, you kept shouting back at me that you didn’t want to, something about old promises, and you wouldn’t let me help you no matter how angry Nalo got at you. I kept trying to help anyway, but then the ocean started stopping me too, so all I could do was sit back and watch. You just…wouldn’t stand down, no matter how much I begged you to come back, and…” she trails off, her voice dropping to little more than a whisper. “I had to watch Nalo tear into you all over again.”

She squeezes herself again, hoping the self-hug will be enough to stop the trembling from returning to her body. “It’s stupid,” she keeps on, before he can intervene, “because I know it’s just a dream, and it’s stupid, because we both know you don’t need anyone looking out for you. You’re a demigod, you don’t need saving, you don’t need protecting, and yet every time that image repeats itself in my head, I get all of these thoughts that are like, I should’ve done better, I should’ve done something to prevent this from happening. It’s like…why do I want to protect someone that doesn’t need it? What could I possibly do to keep you safe and prevent that sort of thing from happening that you couldn’t already do yourself?”

She scrubs her hands down her face. She’s just rambling at this point, she’s sure of it. “I’m sorry,” she sighs. “I’m probably not making any sense. It’s such a specific problem to have, wanting to protect someone you know doesn’t need it in the first place.” She tries to laugh at herself, but it comes out sounding a lot sadder than she intends for it to.

Silence. 

She figured that’d be the response.

She uncurls from around herself, and leans over to rest her head on Maui’s shoulder. Even though he’s really awful at the whole comforting words thing, she is happy he’s so willing to listen to her babble on, at least. She means to convey that sentiment, she really does, but a little flash of movement out of the corner of her eyes distracts her before she can.

She looks, and sees Mini Maui’s running over to Maui’s arm, right near where her hair is squished against it, and starts patting the space, as if he were trying to give her a comforting pat on the head despite being little more than a little tattoo.

That gets a genuine laugh out of her. “Thanks, little buddy. At least I know you’re trying,” she teases in an attempt to get a rise out of Maui, but then the little tattoo is shaking his head. He waves his arms in the air to keep her attention, and dashes off to another part of Maui’s chest. She follows him with her gaze, and blinks in surprise when he runs to Maui’s tattoo of her. He sits down on the deck of the little inked canoe, and even more surprising, Mini Moana lowers her arm from its usual frozen position and sits down beside him. She winds an arm around him as she looks up at her large counterpoint, her little inky eyes looking oh so sad.

They’re both trying to tell her something that Maui isn’t. 

“Maui, what are you trying to…” she tries, but her voice fades off when she turns to meet his gaze.

He’s staring at her with this distant, far-off look, almost as if he’s not really looking at her at all, something akin to grief in his eyes. If she looks closer, she realizes he’s not even looking at her face, but instead at…her arm?

…Her tattoo of Motufetū.

Every time she tries to remember what happened that day, she gets a splitting headache and the ghost of burning pain running down her spine. She remembers what happened to Maui, of course, but there’s nothing but static when she tries to remember what happened to her. She remembers diving into the water, the sound of thunder and lightning crashing around her, the sensation of her fingers brushing against Motufetū, and then…nothing.

The next thing she remembers after that is waking up…on the ocean floor? No, somewhere else, because the ocean wasn’t suffocating her, it was creating a protective dome around her. She remembers realizing, with a start, that Maui was holding her in his arms, and that there was a whole world of emotions on his face as he helped her to her feet.

Grief. Disbelief. Uncertainty. Euphoria.

She remembers the crushing hug that nearly knocked the wind out of her that he’d given her sometime later, when there was time for it. She remembers the voyage home, where she found herself repeatedly poking at her tattoo, wondering in the back of her mind if she’d ever earn one symbolizing what she did for Te Fiti. She remembers the first time she traced her fingers along the new patterns on her oar, making a mental note to see if they matched the symbols on Maui’s hook or if these patterns were uniquely her own.

She remembers having the smallest inkling of what had to happen for her to deserve everything that came after, but never finding the time to ask, always too afraid to bring up such a touchy subject.

…Oh.

Does he have nightmares about what happened to her?

She shifts herself in the sand so she can meet his eyes better. “Maui?” she whispers, hesitant to reach out and touch him out of fear that he’ll shatter to pieces.

He snaps himself from his trance. “Sorry,” he replies haphazardly, and it’s so uncharacteristic of him that it makes Moana wince. He shifts in the sand before Moana has a chance to say anything. “Look…” he starts, fumbling over his words before they’re even out of his mouth. “I get it. I know you don’t really need the protection either. I’ve seen what you’re capable of! You’re certainly much stronger and more resourceful than any other human I’ve met.” He shakes his head. “You’re actually probably even more than I give you credit for, given that the gods, you know…” his voice drops, “...saw you as someone worthy of being saved. Means that even they see something in you that’s strong and powerful and nothing to sneeze at. The gods have faith in you. They know you’re perfectly well and capable of seizing anything you set your heart on. I know firsthand that you’re capable of seizing anything you set your heart on!”

He shifts uncomfortably, his eyes starting to go cloudy again. “But…after everything, you know, watching you go limp on the surface of Motufetū…” he pauses, taking a deep breath to try and gather his composure. “My mind can’t help but wander, and…” his gaze turns to her. “It’s hard not to see you as someone I want to keep safe.” He laughs self-deprecatingly at himself, as if it were a ridiculous thought to be having at all. “You’re just as much of a demigod now as I am, Curly. You deserve more credit than that.”

Moana’s chest aches. It means the world to her that he understands, and that he’s trying to bring her comfort, but it breaks her heart to know they’re both struggling with this. She hadn’t even considered for one moment that he had watched her die, but she realizes with a grimace that it’s exactly the sort of thing Nalo would’ve forced him to do for trying to break his millennia-long curse.

She’s not sure what to say. She’s not sure what she could say.

…But maybe, she realizes, she doesn’t even really need to say anything at all. If she feels immense comfort just knowing that he’s there for her, even without the proper words for it…

Moana inches to Maui’s side and silently winds an arm around his back. She can’t reach all the way across, not even close, but even she doesn’t miss the way that her fingers brush gently against the tattoo of his mother, the age-old reminder of how long he’s been forced to feel abandoned and alone. Moana can do nothing now but hope that he understands her silent promise.

He does, instantly, and the exhale that escapes him is deep and shuddered. Wordlessly, he returns the gesture, winding an arm around her shoulders and gently pulling her closer to his side.

For a few moments, neither of them speak. Moana closes her eyes, allowing her to focus on the gentle sounds of the ocean and the chirp of crickets. She focuses on the feeling of the cool, soft sand beneath her feet. She focuses on the warmth of her home island’s air and Maui’s arm around her. She focuses on these little reminders that she’s still alive, and she exhales.

A few more moments pass before she opens her eyes. “Well…what are we gonna do?” She tilts her head at Maui when he meets her gaze again. “Two of the most powerful demigods in all the seas,” she pauses, pouting dramatically, “and here we are, struggling with nightmares.”

Maui laughs at that, genuinely. It’s boisterous and familiar and more comforting than Moana’s willing to admit.

“Time heals all, O Chosen One” he replies, waggling his head from side to side as if he were poking fun at the stiff formality of the gods he grew up with. “But…” his gaze softens and his voice drops to little more than a murmur, “It does help wonders knowing you’re not alone.”

The true weight of those words are not lost on Moana. She throws herself at him in a hug, and he laughs again as he catches her without a moment’s falter or hesitation, almost as if it were a practiced motion. She grins unabashedly at that thought as she buries her face into his shoulder.

“You’re right,” she says, voice muffled, and she gives him one more good squeeze before she lets him go and drops back down into the sand. She leans her head against his arm, and turns her gaze out towards the horizon. “It does help wonders.”

[gloriaglorheart]

Pickles and Burgers FanFic

Ship: Alpheratz x AT!Gloria (not officially together) Summary: Inspired by that "They asked for no pickles" meme but changed up! Here is what would happen if they got something they asked for none of in their food but got it anyways.

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“That will be all.” Gloria and Alpheratz decided to spend lunch at a fast food place. This one opened up recently and has dragged in lots of attention due to their food accommodations. Gloria was happy about this due to being vegetarian. The two were mainly at this place as a place to eat on the way to their mission they were on, they had time beforehand to eat however. Alpheratz was the one ordering the food, due to him being the one who is paying…. due to refusing to let Gloria pay, but also since Gloria struggles with ordering food at any places they eat at. She sat at an empty table, watching him order. Soon he walked over and sat at the table across from her. It was a small table, so they were able to adjust their chairs to sit more close to each other. “So,” Alpheratz started, “How’s the smell?” Gloria closes her eyes and takes a whiff of the air, being able to smell the food being made from in the back. She normally preferred places where she can smell how good the food was, since it allowed her to get an idea of how much she’d be able to like the taste just from the smell. Alpheratz knew this. “It smells great in here!” He softly smiled, happy to hear it. Gloria soon starts bringing up small talk to pass the time. 

“I had to stop Pollux from biting Sirius’s kneecaps today.”

Alpheratz’s eyes widened, “Huh? What happened that made the little boy get aggressive enough to attempt that?” Gloria sighed, “Well you see, Sirius cleaned Pollux’s fabrics, but put the whites and reds together…. As a prank….”

He tries to hide a chuckle, “He…. why do that for a prank?” Gloria shrugged, “Just made Pollux really pissed since he takes anything involving fabric and sewing VERY seriously. I’m pretty sure he considers that a death wish.” Alpheratz breaks into laughter. Gloria couldn't help but chuckle with him, she enjoyed his laugh a lot. The way he looked so happy as he did. She faintly blushes as she stops staring, not wanting him to see her stare so much. He noticed, he just chose not to say anything, but it certainly made his heart flutter with the way she looked at him.

After a white, their food was ready. Alpheratz got up to go get the tray their food was on.

Once back, both of them started to unwrap their burgers. Gloria was slurping down on her soda as she noticed Alpheratz opening his burger. She tilts her head, “What are you doing?” “They put pickles in my burger when I had requested for them not to. So I’m picking them out.”

She blinks, “Oh. Do you not like pickles?” He chuckles, “It’s not like that, I just prefer to have them in other ways due to their flavoring.” She nods, her hand then reaches forward, “Then may I have them? I love pickles!!”

Alpheratz picks one up and holds it to her mouth, “Say ahh~!” Gloria blushes as she takes a bit to process what’s happening. He does this often, yet it always catches her by surprise. 

Gloria opens her mouth and eats the pickles from his fingers, licking his fingertips in the process. Alpheratz faintly blushes when he feels her tongue on his fingers, sending a shiver down his spine. He shyly chuckles, “Good girl~! Now say aah again~!” Her blush slowly increased from what he called her, but she did what he wanted. 

It was now a cycle of him feeding her his pickles.

She licks her lips after she finishes eating his pickles, savoring the taste. Alpheratz chuckles, “You really do love pickles~!” She nods as she unwraps her vegetarian burger, “Yeah! I love the taste of them! It’s so-” Looking at the side of her burger…. she sees something that she despises with a burning passion. DAMN IT!!! AVOCADO!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!Noticing how sad and discussed she looks now, Alpheratz blinks, worried, “Is something wrong?” She whimpered, “They put avocado in my burger despite I requested for them not to….”

He straightens up in his seat, “Let’s go tell them so they can redo it.” He didn’t want her to eat something she hated, especially since she had a difficult time eating to begin with. She sadly shook her head, “No…. It’s fine.” She really didn’t want to bother the people who made it, and he can see it. 

“I’m not taking no for an answer.” Alpheratz takes her burger and walks to the counter. Gloria tried to stop him, “W-wait! Alpheratz!” She failed.

She nervously sat there, sipping on her soda and eating her french fries as she waited for him to come back.

Alpheratz soon returns to his seat with a new burger wrapped up in his hands, “So it turned out, they accidentally gave you someone else’s order. Here is your actual order.” Her eyes widened as she slowly grabbed the burger he brought back, unwrapping it and seeing no avocado. “A… Alphy,” She looks at him, shyly smiling, “You didn’t have to do that, I thought you would have found it bothersome!” Alpheratz shrugged, “Oh it was bothersome! But…”

He soon averted his gaze as he blushed, muttering to himself “.... you are worth the bother…”

Gloria was able to hear it in the end, making her smile wide and blush hard. She giggles, “Aww~! Look at you and your caring heart~!” Alpheratz blushes more, “Yeah yeah…. Now shush and eat your lunch… geez!” He sounded annoyed, but there was a hint of happiness in his voice. This put her in a massively good mood.

And so as she ate her burger, it tasted a lot better than expected. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Also here are these fun screenshots from the server in regards to the fic!!

[graylinesspam]

Ahsoka might have been able to call her master almost kind. He was softer somehow than his own master or any other sith she'd ever met. He genuinely liked her. He picked her for companionship more than anything. To have an apprentice meant he wasn't alone. He enjoyed her company.

But no sith was ever really kind. His softness was more smooth. Like the polished side of a rough stone. But he was a sith all the same. And she would be too.

Though her master took no sick enjoyment from the pain or the torture, he knew it was necessary. The path to the dark side was a hard and scarring road. And Ahsoka must suffer to grow.

He'd been helping her develop the neglected sides of her self. The emotional side. The instinctual side. The dark side.

He's encouraged her to return to a more natural, feral version of herself. To embrace the Hunter she could have been if the circumstances of her upbringing had been different.

She's stalked across craggy cliffsides and glades of tall grass to track her prey. Setting herself into position to strike. Catching prey in her bare hands, rending flesh with her teeth. Drinking the blood and savoring the fresh meat of her kills.

Returning the feathers or the fangs or claws to her masters waiting hand. The blood smeared across her body only making her more similar to him.

It's barely two months into her apprenticeship that he decides it is time for her to kill a sentient. She'd killed before. In self-defense and the defense of others. But this will be different. This kill will be emotional and messy. Wrought with the trapping of the dark side. It will be excessive, unnecessary, unjustifiable.

They choose a victim. Young and Togruta. Resembling Ahsoka herself. She's sure there's symbolism in there. Her master is fond of the dramatics. They choose Mustafa as their hunting ground.

He was trained there. Forged there. Steeped in the dark side. And she will be too.

Her master drags the prey out by their bindings and tosses them to the ground. The hot rancid air already making their eyes water. He releases their bindings and the frightened Togruta immediately staggers to their feet running away, right into the molten toxic lava flats.

"You have your respiratory?" he asks as she exits the ship finally.

"Yes master."

He nods in approval, the moment of care gone as quickly as it came.

"Take your shoes off, apprentice. Become one with the dark side as you learn to stalk through it."

She immediately complies, throwing aside her boots her bare feet making contact with the scorching ground. Even a few moments of contact hurt.

"Go. Bring me their fangs."

"I will not fail you master." she promises. She darts quickly after her prey. Their trail obvious in the usually baren soil. Only heat vents break up the monotony of the ground.

Heat burns through the soles of her feet. Within minutes she's in agony. Pain radiating up to her kneecaps with the heat.

Still, she follows her senses through clouds of toxic gas watching her prey as they sense her back. Clumsily they change direction, trying to lose her in the confusing fog.

Ahsoka allows them to run. To stagger and trip and wear themselves down as she stalks slow circles around them. Their breath grows more ragged as the gas eats away at their throat. Their panic increases as the hallucinations start.

They scream as they fight against a hunter who hasn't even stepped from the shadows yet. Only the occasional gleam of Ahsoka's eyes give her position away. Like a phantom in the smoke. But she might as well be everywhere. Already on them, already sinking her teeth in.

When they've rumbled through the rocks and burned their flesh open on the exhaust of a vent, Ahsoka finishes them. Pity heavy in her heart. Joy too. Pain. Regret. Satisfaction. Relief.

She isn't brutal in her execution, and neither is she efficient. Their death is simply that. Death. Not Ahsoka's first murder. But the first one she won't explain away to herself. She didn't have to. She wanted to.

She tips their head back digging her fingers into strong young gums and clawing away until she retrieves her prize. Two snarling fangs.

When she returns to her master the soles of her feet have burned away the flesh open and vulnerable and packed with dirt. The pain is intense. But she does not falter. She placed two blood fangs into the center of his blood-red hand and retreats to the medbay for treatment.

When her feet heal the rough scar tissue is like armor protecting her far better than her soft flesh had.

That's symbolism too she supposes. Vulnerability cauterized with pain and suffering, leaving her callused and stronger.

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@holding-hands-and-hearts

[zevzevarainai]

For that character ask: Astarion :)

How I feel about this character

I adore that little cringefail vampire. He genuinely makes me laugh out loud. I do have to ignore the fandom to love him, but I get it done.

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All the people I ship romantically with this character

if we bein' honest i ship him with my tav Davvoril. he's a half-drow druid. he's a little goth. on all levels including the physical, he is wolf. but also sometimes a raven or a cat. or dinosaur. etc. he likes laying in the mud and eating weeds and it drives astarion up the wall.

that's pretty much it otherwise i can see the appeal of blood/weave

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My non-romantic OTP for this character

He and Karlach are besties even if he would never admit it I love their dialogue

I also love some platonic besties with tav especially if you play as a mostly-do-gooder tav because it's so funny. This is how it was my first playthrough. They're like. Come on, Astarion; you are having a healing journey whether you like it or not! He is screaming like a cat forced in the bathtub.

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My unpopular opinion about this character

Okay I have two hot-ass takes. There are more, but let's just focus on these two.

1) I just talked about this in tags somewhere but my biggest issue is people taking the conventionally attractive sexually traumatized character and either A) oversexualizing him or B) infantizing him and completely ignoring his sexuality. Option A definitely makes me more uncomfortable than B. I don't think people understand that there is a middle ground. Astarion is very well-written but he is a magnet for people who don't have media-literacy and/or don't bother to try to look deeper. 2) I've been waiting for an excuse to say this one because people may come for my throat but. Imagine we took bg3 and everything was the same way it is except Wyll and Astarion switched character models and VAs (so Astarion looks and sounds like Wyll and vice versa). Okay, have that image in your head? Cool. Anyway, the fandom would be drooling over Wyll and treat Astarion like shit (as they do Wyll now).

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One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Some come to mind for the other companions, but not really for Astarion. I mean... I guess I wish he would get over his gnome/short race fantasy racism by act 3... sometimes things come out of that man's mouth and I'm like wow you really were locked up for two centuries, huh? I started a durge halfling and he was like 'I'm usually not impressed with people of your stature...' she can and will eat your kneecaps buddy

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 225

Quick pop in to update this week’s chapter... I don’t know how I managed to time this for Feb 14th, but somehow that happened. One last little bit of fluff for everyone.

Thank you @baelpenrose for reminding me to post *facepalm*.

Somehow, the scheduling deities had aligned, and not only one but both of my partners were cuddled up with me in bed.  We had managed to get off work at the same time, be home at the same time, and even eat dinner at the same time. All in one night.

“This is nice,” Maverick muttered while I rubbed his scalp with my fingertips.

Conor nodded, his chin rubbing against the top of my head. “Doesn’t happen often. Less these days.”

“It’ll hopefully be better when I retire,” I sighed. Flexing my feet one at a time, I wiggled my toes happily under the nest of blankets. “Can’t believe I’m talking about retiring, though.”

Maverick snorted and lifted his head for a moment to give me A Look. “Speak for yourself, Super Woman. I feel like just being on this ship has been an entire lifetime.  Most mornings, I’m surprised I’m not going grey or don’t wake up with a face full of wrinkles.”

“Anti geriatrics for the win, I guess.” My nose wrinkled. “Plus food and clean water on demand. I’m in better shape now than I’ve been in my entire life.” Gently, Conor and Maverick each teasingly pinched a hip. “Hey! I said in better shape, not thinner!”

Maverick yanked up his shirt and poked the slight pudge he had developed. He was absurdly proud of it. “I didn’t think I’d ever be at a healthy weight, honestly.”

We both looked up at Conor, who went wide-eyed. “Don’t look at me like that! I’ve always been like this!”

Softly, like we were too scared to break the moment - even though we were the only people in our quarters - we all three laughed. “I know,” I admitted, squeezing him around the waist. “It’s not a bad thing.  Although, it was really considerate of you to wear clean clothes more often once you started living with other people.”

“They weren’t dirty! They were stained!” he objected.

“It’s pronounced ‘stinky’,” Maverick rebutted. “Everything you owned smelled like chemicals.”

I nodded in agreement, setting off another groan. “I work around chemicals all day! What did you expect?”

“So do I, but I never smelled like it,” Maverick pointed out.

“This is true,” I confirmed before something struck me. “Hey.” I glanced up at Conor’s face again. “When I was in the hospital after I was attacked, and you were doing your best impression of Lyric - “

“May her soul rest in eternity,” Conor interrupted.

“May she rest in eternity,” I agreed. “You didn’t smell like anything except you.”

He wrinkled his face. “You don’t remember it clearly. You had nearly died.” The hand he had around my shoulder tightened, just like the one Maverick had over my kneecap did. “I hadn’t bathed in days. Your sister was about to start dumping water over me from the smell.”

“But that’s just it,” I insisted. “I didn’t say you didn’t stink - I could tell none of us had bathed in forever, once the packing was out of my face. But you just smelled like a guy who hadn’t bathed in a few days. You didn’t smell like oil, or grease remover, or chemical fertilizer….”

“Oh,” he realized softly. “That.” My head shifted against his shoulder as he reached up to rub his head.

Oh my gods, he was embarrassed.

It was adorable.

“Your sister may have - probably - definitely…” He muttered something quickly while coughing.

Maverick and I laughed, and a long fingered hand with bitten cuticles reached up to poke Conor’s chest. “Come on big guy, no shame in here. Blankets of confidentiality, remember the rule?”

I felt like I was body surfing over a small wave as Conor inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Tyche threw the largest set of scrubs she could find at me and told me that if I was going to stink up the corridor in the med bay, to at least not smell like scat.”

“Scat?” Maverick asked.

I ducked my head down and mouthed the meaning at him, eliciting a silent look of realization.

Conor continued. “Yeah. Apparently, even the ship and Noah couldn’t scrub all of it away.”

“Nitrogen is a chemical,” I confirmed quietly. “They only scrub bio waste, usually.”

“Isn’t fertilizer - “

“It was artificial,” I cut off with a smile, tapping a finger against Mav’s cheekbones. “As you are well aware. Nitrogen mixed with some other wretched stuff.”

“I will have you both know that your tomatoes and green onions love that wretched stuff.”

“We know, we know,” we whined in unison. This was far from a new conversation.

Silence fell for a moment, and I must have sighed or something, because Conor jostled my shoulder gently. “Hey. What’s going on? You’ve been out of it for the past few days.”

“The poll went live,” I admitted. “And I feel like an ass because I don’t want to wade through a ton of submissions, even though they are to avoid a life-ending action against another group.”

“Aren’t there filters or something to narrow the submissions down?” Maverick asked. “That seems like something we should be able to do.”

“We’re only giving them a week,” I pointed out. “So we aren’t expecting perfect academic or business proposals. My team is going to be scanning mostly for comprehensibility.”

Conor lifted his head up to get my attention, and once he had it, he made what sounded like a desperately good point. “Shouldn’t my team be doing that? Or Mav’s?”

I felt Maverick nod against my leg in agreement, and in that moment my heart swelled with love for both of them. “I thought so, too,” I admitted. “But it was pointed out that we don’t have to scan it for technical accuracy, just for compositional.”

“Oh,” Conor answered softly. “That makes a sort of sense.”

Mav nodded against my leg again. “Don’t have to understand the words to know if they are wording correctly.”

I snapped my fingers and tapped his shoulder. “Exactly.  So keep that in mind when you two submit whatever crazy idea you come up with.”

Both of them shook their heads against me before Conor spoke. “We’re not submitting anything, love.”

My face cramped as I scrunched it, and Maverick groaned as I sat up and crossed my legs under the blankets. “Seriously?” I hopped on my butt to turn so I could see them both. “You two hate the idea.”

“So do you,” Maverick pointed out. “You talk in your sleep about it, literally grinding your teeth and thrashing in the bed over it. If it isn’t flashbacks to Charly’s call with Ix’al and Brol, it’s begging people to come up with something, anything better instead of just complaining.”

“And we’ve tried,” Conor sighed. “Galaxy knows we’ve tried. And at the end of the day, we can’t think of anything that will keep our information from getting contaminated long enough to work. So Maverick has been helping pack in the Archives - ”

“Turns out being incredibly particular is a trait both Alistair and Archivist Georgette appreciate.”  The interruption was lofty, but came with a wink.

“And I finally managed to land Jokul on his arse. Twice.” Before I could reach for them, he held up both hands, showing me the backs to prove he’d had his hands healed diligently.

“Oh.” I blinked a few times. “You didn’t have to….you know that right?”

Mav grabbed one of my ankles through the blankets and tugged me playfully so he could lay on my leg again. “We don’t have to do anything except live and die. But we love you, so we wanted to try.  And like you said, we aren’t exactly thrilled with the scorched earth approach.”

Conor pulled me against him and tucked my head back under his chin. “It’s put up or shut up time. And we’ve realized all we can do is shut up. There’s no shame in that, love.  Now get some sleep before I have to get one of Noah’s concoctions.”

I faked a shudder. “Sleep, yes. Will do.”

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[cuprohastes]

Starfield!

OK I've been playing the heck out of this and I have some thoughts. Under the cut.

TL:DR - I'm enjoying it a whole lot.

OK, this is a very Bethesda game. I mean you can see the Fallout 4 DNA, and it's distant ancestor, Skyrim.

And there's some classic bugs: Putting your super rare and cool looking space suit on the Armoury Mannekin is great. And if you change the least amount of your ship it will vanish forever.

Not all your very cool, upgraded weapons will stick around. They'll just show up missing. The tutorials on navigation or ship building appear to be 100% missing. The speech challenge is... hilariously crap and badly explained

But... but...

Out of days of play that's pretty much the only issues I've had, apart from 'Oh dear god I'm over encumbered AGAIN?!' Because for some reason, Bethesda thought that an upper limit of 150KG before buffs or perks or suit mods was acceptable. I mean... OK. It probably is, but given most of your income is hauling gently used equipment and other goodies back to your ship and flogging it off for space bottlecaps septims dollars, it can get really annoying that while carrying the equivalent of two adult humans, you can only sprint for a little bit.

Unless you get your robot butler to pick up the load, but say goodbye to stealth play because at the merest hint of Bad Guy activity, it'll sprint into the thick of things yelling about how it's not programmed for combat, DIE SQUISHY HUMAN RARG RARG PUNCH KICK TWIRL... yes dude, please back off so I can fire this proton canon into that bad person's kneecaps.

I mean you can just park it and say 'wait here'. You even get a quest and marker to find it again if you forget.

But it's a very mellow game. Yes it is super easy to make the game spawn a couple of loot dungeons. But have you tried going to Mars where the horrible grimy mine is... staffed by fairly happy and content miners who are not being exploited, and where you can pick up a mission to put up posters so that people will feel happier? OR that fetch quest designed to get you visiting other locations on behalf of the comic book fan? What about the first faction you meet who won a war but who's citizens were so horrified by it that they formed a working peace with their erstwhile opponents, and admit, yeah, the enetire thing was their fault: Let's rebuild and be better people.

They have a museum where they have a display explaining 'We won but when we asked AITA, the answer was Yes.'

And then you can go sit in the park and eat meatloaf. Maybe build your own colony and put up Space Frog, the Frog from Space posters. Start a garden. Get eaten by a Terrormorph

But you want to be a pirate, a smuggler, a Space Cop, A Ranger, a spy, a bounty hunter, a collections agent or a freelance bad-guy murderer? Oh yeah that for SURE is a bunch of things that you are basically offered right away, and that's not even the main plot. These are fun sub plots. This is a way to rack up XP and bank the hilariously small amount of money it takes to re-build your ship into the space Winnebago of your dreams.

How's that work?

OK you have a space winnebago. Cockpit at the front, mobile home in the middle, then a bunch of engines and pew-pew sticks. Porch on the belly and buncha legs to stand on.

You can swap the middle part - Bed n' kitchen, science room, workshop, infirmary, armoury, captains quarters, living quarters, a couple of other options.

Want more? Well... click a second unit on. Or a long version. Or some passages. Hell, make a star destroyer with every type of room and cover it with engines and lasers and storage units.

You just need to be able to train up to get the reactor to power it all. The good news is that you can absolutely hire staff to run all your systems and have ship with a crew, and a companion who'll happily tag along and provide banter. Or solo it all.

And so far there's no Preston Garvey.

[chalterdh22]

Chapter 30:  When Will They be Back?

After my shift that night, when I got home, Din was getting the Cutless ready to go.  I got off my speeder and walked to them.  “Do you need any help?”  I asked him.

“We are good, thank you.”  We walked on board, and I strapped Grogu in his little seat.

I leaned down to his level.  “Now, you be good for your dad, you hear me?  Do what he says and be safe.”  I kissed the top of his wrinkled head and stood straight up.  Turning around, Din was right behind me.  I patted his helmet and said, “Now, you be good too!  You listen to the kid!”  Now smirking, I leaned in and gave him a hug.

“Cute.”

“Aw, I’m just joking.  Remember, when you are here, you can be a little more laid back, if you want to.”

He sighed and nodded his head.  I kept holding onto him tight.  I realized how I didn’t really want them to go, but it would be good for all of us.  To have our own spaces.  I had a quick little moment where I felt Grogu reaching out to me, so I turned back to him.  “Don’t worry buddy.  I’ll still be here when you get back.  I promise.”

His ears moved up and a little noise came out.

“Ok, we need to take off now.”  He took my hand, reached up to his helmet with the other hand and pulled my hand under it to kiss it.  For some reason, that was such a sweet sentiment to me.  It just had me smiling as I walked off the ship.  I stopped though, and quickly stepped back in. 

“Hey, can I fly the Starfighter?”

“No.”  And just like that, he closed the ramp.  I stepped back a few steps as they took off.  Waiting a few minutes later, I realized how quiet it was there by myself.  There was something soothing about it. 

I was going to sleep on the sofa like I had been, but Din’s cot, slash bed was now available. So, I walked over to try it out.

“Ok, the floor would be more comfortable than this.”  I went back to my sofa and fell asleep.

About a week went by with the same daily routine of working, eating, shopping, sitting on the porch and tooling around the city area.  Now that I’m there every night, it wasn’t so appealing and exciting, but it was still something to do.  I started to become restless.  They should be home soon, I was thinking.

When I saw Greef day, I asked to use his projected comm to reach out to Din, to see when he was coming back.  He said that was fine.  I went to a private room, closed the door, and tried to contact him.  It was silent.  I made sure I had the ship’s code down correctly, and it was.  I knew he could be just going through a spotted area, or not even be in the ship.  So, I gave up and sped home.

When I got back, the Cutless was there already.  My heart started racing and I felt so giddy to see them!  I jumped off the speeder and jogged into the cabin.  Din was sitting on the ground, his leg looked like it had been mangled by some kind of beast.  I quickly looked around for Grogu who was sleeping in his cot.  I ran down to him.

“What happened?  Are you ok?”  It appeared his injury was around his kneecap and wrapped around the backside of his leg higher close to his thigh.  It was a thin wound, but deep.

“I’m fine.  Can you grab some gauze so I can stop this bleeding please?”

“Sure!”  I popped up and grabbed gauze and the spray. 

Starting to open the spray bottle, his hand reached out, and grabbed my wrist.  “No, none of that.  We need to save that.”

“For what?  Something worse?”

“You don’t understand, the kid has healed most of this already.  I just need to stop the bleeding until he wakes up again so he can finish.  I’ll be fine like this for a while.”

“What do you mean the kid has healed you?  With his powers?”

“Yes, but this was a horrible wound, and it took everything out of him to get it to this and help land the ship.  It takes a toll on him.”  He looked over at the sleeping baby.  I sighed, wanting to do more, but realizing this was it.

“Can I at least help you up so you’re not laying on the floor?”

“Thank you.”  He said reaching out and arm.  I grabbed it with both hands and pulled hard.  Then I fell backward.

“All this stupid beskar is weighing you down, Din.  Can we take some off, not all of it, but some so I can get you on your feet?”  He signed again. 

“Ok, but don’t call beskar stupid.  It saved my life.”  We removed his armor on his shins, thighs, and pelvic cover.  I grabbed his arm one more time and I finally got him to his feet.  He put an arm over my shoulder, and I helped him walk to his bed.  He still felt like he weighed a ton.  He sat down and I lifted the hurt leg on the bed to elevate it.

“Are you comfortable?  Do you need anything else?”  He shook his head no.  “Hey, talk to me.  Needing something isn’t a sign of weakness, you know.”

“I’ll just feel better when Grogu regains his strength.”

“Do you want another pillow or something?  Your bed is absolutely the most uncomfortable thing I’ve ever sat on.  I was going to sleep there and instantly decided against it.”  I said chuckling.

“My bed is just fine.  But yes, can you grab another pillow or blanket and prop my leg up on it so it’s a little higher.  I’ll just lay back then and rest.”  He removed his jetpack as he laid back down.

“Ok.”  I went to go get what he wanted.  Or I thought so.  Where are the extra blankets and pillows?  I know I put them somewhere.  “Oh, they are hanging outside from washing them.  They should be good now.  I walked outside and grabbed everything hanging and threw it onto the sofa to sort out later.  I grabbed a pillow and blanket.  Din was lying down now, barely moving.  “I’m just going to put this under your leg,” I whispered, afraid he would startle and kick me or something. 

He made a hmmmm, noise, so I figured it was ok.  After I propped it up, I took a step back to see if maybe he needed something else.  I removed his boots while he lay there so he could be more comfortable, I thought.

After I settled him, I went over to Grogu, who was in a deep sleep.  Realizing how tired I was from just getting off a shift, I put away the stuff I threw on the sofa, laid down and slept as well.

[awritingcaitlin]

Rinnie:

Happy - P!nk

Hunting the Future - Escape the Clouds

Boat Song - Woodkid

U - English Version - millenium parade

The Kintsugi Kid - Fall Out Boy

We Don't Have to Dance - Andy Black

Pathfinder - Kubbi

Killian:

You're Gonna Go Far Kid - The Offspring

The Red - Chevelle

Traveler's Song - Aviators

Lone Digger - Caravan Palace

A Praise Chorus - Jimmy Eat World

Ship to Shore - The Stanfields

Synergetics - Ronald Jeenkees

Thea:

Liar - The Arcadian Wild

Gone - Beth Crowley

Night 13 - Auri

Devil Devil - MILCK

Devil I Know - Allie X

Throne - Bring Me the Horizon

Ignite - Starling Glow

Ciara:

This is Our War - Halocene

Ghost Town - Shiny Toy Guns

Don't Know How to Stop - Halestorm

The Blood of Cu Chulainn - Mychael & Jeff Danna

One Million Voices - Thomas Bergersen

Wargirl - Sybrid

Rubicon - James Paget

Riela:

Jackrabbit - San Fermin

Stand My Ground - Within Temptation

Fighting For - Hawk Nelson

Pompeii - Bastille

Renegades - X Ambassadors

Where Do We Go - Lindsey Stirling

Superhero - Johnny Hollow

Cass:

The Circle - Blackmore's Night

The Dirty Glass - Dropkick Murphys

Past Lives - Borns

Pretty Lavinia - American Murder Song

Hymn of the High Seas - Antti Martikainen

Forever - CHVRCHES

Second Chances - Imagine Dragons

Ilani:

Hell or High Water - The Rescues

Middle of the Night - Joel Sunny

Rule #9 - Child of the Stars - Fish in a Birdcage

The Air Race - Escape the Clouds

Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls

Song of the Caged Bird - Lindsey Stirling

Skyfall - Adele

Cami:

Warpaint - Manicanparty

Bust Your Kneecaps - Pomplamoose

Voices - Hidden Citizens

The Girl and the Clockwork Dragon - The Cog is Dead

A Favor House Atlantic - Coheed and Cambria

Gun - CHVRCHES

One Foot in Front of the Other - Emilie Autumn

Cael:

Battle Cry - The Family Crest

The Chemical Worker's Song - Great Big Sea

Last of Us - Arion

Feed the Machine - Poor Man's Poison

Thistle & Weeds - Mumford & Sons

Stabat Mater - Woodkid

God's Plan - CHVRCHES

Miera:

Blood in the Wine - Aurora

Graffiti - CHVRCHES

Castle - Halsey

Massacre - Kim Petras

Farewell Wanderlust - The Amazing Devil

Villains, Pt 1 - Emma Blackery

Throne - Saint Mesa

Taryn:

Shut Up and Dance - WALK THE MOON

Fight Song - Rachel Platten

Clarity - Zedd

Towards the Light - Jacoo

Clearest Blue - CHVRCHES

From where You Are - Lifehouse

Tikal - E.S. Posthumus

Mica:

The Alchemist - Mikolai Stroinski

No Light, No Light - Florence + the Machine

Empty Threat - CHVRCHES

Back in the Lab - Beoga

Adventure of a Lifetime - Thomas Bergersen

Crazy = Genius - Panic! at the Disco

Medieval Anthem - Peter Crowley

character playlists always should have the following:

song that is pretty accurate to the character’s story

song that doesn’t fit the character at all but i was thinking about them while listening to it on loop

song that has one or two lines accurate to the character’s story

song that just kind of is the character’s vibe

song that i desperately wish they would listen to because i personally like it

song that fits the character so well that it’s scary

unsure why this song is in the playlist but it’s so ingrained in my mind as 'part of the playlist' that it would feel weird to remove it

[legendsofthewitchlight]

Rules!

This is Mina, and welcome to Jackass (the blog)

I am 21 years old. I may rp with minors but I will tone things down in that instance

Smut may happen but I generally like to write with someone before we get there. If we’ve written on another blog, that works

Speaking of, I have a lot of blogs, so activity could be *vague hand wave*. Please be patient with me. I also am currently in grad school! So I got a bit going on.

I mentioned there will be triggering content, please as me if you need anything tagged. I will tag most things I think of though. This will probably include murder, torture, physical abuse, emotional abuse, trauma responses, and fantasy racism.

No ooc grossness. If you warn me, a certain amount of ic grossness is fine. But pretty much if ooc you get into any ism or phobia, I won’t take too kindly.

Specifically with this blog, I have a character who will be mostly played at 13. PLEASE do not ask to ship with her. She's a child, and Gricko will eat your kneecaps

I try to be upfront with people. I may be slow, but that isn’t a sign of me having a problem with you. If things get weird, I’ll tell you

I'm a human. There's only so much I can take both IC and OOC. Sometimes I need to take time for myself. See above bullet point for more details on that

This is about having fun for me so please let’s make sure to communicate and make sure we both have fun!

[zhi8te]

THE     SPADE     QUEEN     !        A     PRIVATE      AND      SELECTIVE      WRITING      BLOG      FEATURING         LU     ZHIRUO     /     “LUCY”             OF     ORIGINAL     CREATION,     DEBUTED      IN     8TE.         A     STUDY     INTO     A     BROKEN     MOLD,     THE     PRICE     OF     FAME,     PLAYING     THE     PAWN     AMIDST     CORRUPTION,     AND     THE    MISPLACED     REASSURANCE     OF     SELF     IN     A     WORLD     OF     SHATTERED     MIRRORS.        LARGELY    VIBES    BASED     WITH     SPICY     INTERPRETATIONS.         AS     IDOLIZED     BY     MACY.         EST.    FEBRUARY   2023.

GUIDELINES BELOW.

DISCLAIMER:     this character and blog was a result of being disgusted with how fetishized and romanticized the kpop industry and its idols are.     i’m looking at you weird ass kpop idol blogs   ( and just general krp even tho some of y’all claim to not affiliate w it lol )   bc you all just clearly use them to feed your y/n ship delusions and it’s gross,   seek help.     my goal is to actually explore how debilitating being an idol can be,   how that affects a person,   and their interpersonal relationships.     idol muses shouldn’t be an rpc ick but it unfortunately is bc of how they’ve been treated,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, and i wanna fix that as a fellow asian gal.

INTRODUCTION

independent and selective writing blog for lu zhiruo “lucy”,     an original character slapped into a problematic world and debuting in an entirely original group.     literally do not steal anything.     i will eat your kneecaps.

GENERAL

18+ only.    mutually exclusive.     softblock when breaking mutuals.

formatting doesn’t matter to me.     just cut your posts,   and do not use a picture/screenshot as your reply.     i’m selective with those who primarily use gifs as it screams being affiliated with a certain icky side of the rpc.

DNI.

do not interact if you use non - acting idols for faceclaims;   are a multi and primarily use east asian fcs    ( especially if they are korean )    because that screams fetishization to me;    write historical or real muses;     use youtubers/influencers as fcs;     and/or soley focus on sexual nsfw.

i am being SO mf serious do NOT follow if you use idols for a fc or write kpop idols UNLESS i follow you first.    ( dont even come for me bc my fc is a whole actress <3 )

CONTENT & TAGGING

i don’t use tw tagging format,   and i only tag overtly graphic and explicit content.

this blog will have implied sexual nsfw content,   but very rarely,   as it’s not my thing.     smutting will likely not happen unless we’re close and it will never be on dash.    

some topics that might be mentioned or featured on this blog:     eating disorders,   suicide,   self - harm,   drugs / drinking,   sexual assault,   violence,   sex.    just your basic real world bs.    as mentioned above,   nothing will be tagged unless explicit so like uh follow at your own discretion lmao.

SHIPPING & MAINS

this blog is multiship.   romance is typically not top priority for me and i tend to prefer other forms of dynamics:     antagonistic,   platonic,   familial,   etc.     

mains and exclusives happen if we vibe a lot or write a lot,   otherwise don’t ask <3

WRITER & CREDITS

i’m macy,   23,   she/her.     this is not my main blog so activity will limited.     discord available upon request.

INFO ON LUCY:         lucy was born and raised in chenzhou ( china ),   later moving to beijing to attend an english boarding school from the age of twelve.     she didn’t grow up with “rich” money but was able to live comfortably for the most part.     speaks little english due to the faulty teaching methods of the boarding school and her environment.     grew up being involved in various singing and dancing productions and developed a genuine passion for it,   going as far as to entering competitions and winning some of them.     when she was fourteen,   she   ( against her parents’ wishes )   sent an audition to recruiters to become an idol trainee in south korea,   going through a series of trials virtually and in - person prior to being picked as a final trainee.    convinced ( lol ) her parents to give permission and she was later contracted into a company.     alone in a country with a language she wasn’t familiar with,   she just barely managed to survive.    eventually debuted into a group known as 8TE    ( pronounced ate lmaaoooo ),   with seven other members,   and they would be one of the rare co - ed idol groups.     after a scandal exposed the mistreatment of 8TE,   they were able to legally break their contract and switch to a different company that was considerably better ( lesser of two evils ).    8TE is more globally popular than they are domestically,   but they steadily began topping the charts and winning many awards,   eventually gaining the full support of south korea.

“lucy” is derived from the first part of her surname and given name: lu - zhi,   later spelled and pronounced as lu - ji after appearing on some survival shows,   and then after 8TE’s debut,   she was instructed to go by lucy as part of the rebranding process.      she is still referred to as lu - ji in some media / friends.     lucy is 8TE’s main rapper,   main dancer and part of the dance unit,   and sub - vocals.    she is well - known for her lower / deeper tone,   a rarity in female idols,   though she is fully versatile with her range and is able to hit high notes with ease.

8TE’S running theme surrounds eight face cards with titles assigned to each member.    lucy is queen of spades.     8TE’s debut song and album theme revolved around alice in wonderland,   so this birthed fandom “associations” with each members and lucy’s emoji / “symbol” is a teapot / teacup.     8TE’s fans are called craz8tes or crazates.

lucy is an amalgamation of everyone she’s ever met due to her on - going identity crisis.     she wouldn’t ever voice this to anyone,   she tends to keep shit to herself.    she’s often dubbed the quiet but deadly type,   very rarely showing her real emotions until pushed to the brink.     she’s quite impulsive and very strategic with manipulating how she’s perceived and spinning the story so it suits her narrative.     developed a very fight or fight type vibe,   often appearing as if she’s taking the “bigger person route” when she’s just plotting.     very judgmental and calls it like it is,   seen as the logical member but she’s still a crackhead at heart.     honestly a meme - bank.

HOW TO INTERACT?     lucy is written from ages 25-40+.     main verse is just in her prime idol years ( so 25 - 33 ish ),   but she eventually breaks out in hollywood as a musician and actress.     her and her group members start their own production company waaayyy later to try and Fix the system from the inside out.      alt verses would include some typa jennifer’s body bs which is basic but it is what it is,   a crime ish verse where she’s just forced undercover as an idol by her home country’s government and later taken into a covert op,   and blah blah.    any verse is available,   she’ll just be a celeb in most of them.     heehehehehehoooohooo.

[azz-kuns-ponytail]

Anyways

[mocury-moto]

i love scar and pearl’s interactions this season because one minute the two of them are that anime trope with the super clumsy ditzy cute girl who keeps accidentally tripping over herself (scar) and bumping into the milquetoast boy whos kinda over it and annoyed by it but is too worried about her safety to stop being around her (pearl) and then once theyre done with the shenanigans they both start giggling while prancing back to their trenches to resume all-out guerilla warfare on each other