#one must imagine them in love

[itsmuffiiee]

Woah.. hey everyone!! Sorry for disappearing for a bit.. good news! I have a colored version of sun I plan on posting later this month! but for now please enjoy these doodles of the sillies! Been having a rough time and thinking about them always makes me feel better!!

“Sun- Shut up” is my personal favorite of the doodles doodle.. ‹𝟹

[keferon]

Two Peas in a Pod: part 2/?

*slips another piece into your mailbox*

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Jazz was still feeling a little woozy from his donation in the dark hours of the morning. Blaster had breakfast changed from the usual to something that felt more like a treat, probably a reward for his good behaviour, and to help his body recover. Fish heavy in proteins, fat, all that healthy stuff. Something that normally he would have tried to savour, but he wolfed it down from excitement. Too many questions ran through his head, and most he couldn't bring himself to voice.

The mer, the mer would pull through. Blaster told him about how he had saved their life with his blood. Praised him high and low. Because Blaster knew how Jazz felt about seeing blood, about how hard blood tests were for him, and that was only a tiny vial. Not three big bags of it. Jazz hadn't seen how much they had taken – because he had kept his eye closed until they left in a hurry –, and hearing about it made him dizzy for other reasons, but he honestly felt real proud of himself.

It was a new feeling, different from other moments of pride – like when he figured out the lock codes. Yeah, this gave him butterflies and the drive to help more.

Blaster laughed when Jazz offered that the vets could take more if the other mer needed it. His handler didn't think it would be, but he would pass it on to the vet team.

Jazz's morning checks were a little off, expected with having a little less fluids and feeling off-balance, but it was kept short and quick. Blaster told him that if he learned anything more, he'd tell him next time he came by and then hurried back down to the staff area. Blaster was needed elsewhere, understandably as there weren't many mer experts here, though he did leave Jazz his waterproof stereo if he wanted to play some of his favourites.

But, the orca mer was far too busy causing a whirlpool from the laps he was swimming. He was too excited to sit still, and embarrassment be damned he started practising old vocals. He didn't remember much of his mother tongue, and he was pretty sure that his pronunciation was off, that or had one hell of an accent. Echo-speech was even more rusty. And once he had gone over and over what he could recall, Jazz began to really worry. A few sentences and handful or so of words was all he had? Gods, I hope I can at least make a decent first impression. Blaster said they were just like me, so hopefully, that will give me some starting points.

More than he cared to count, Jazz would swim into the shallow waters of the medical bay and hope to see something through that window. But no one ever came close enough for him to hear any news of the mer. He couldn't even see anything on his radar, wherever they had done treatment, it wasn't in the hospital ward. It almost felt like he was being purposely kept in the dark.

And just when Jazz was starting to worry that things had taken a bad turn, a group of staff turned up around four pm. He wasn't able to ask any questions, or rather they refused to answer. Shooing him away as they got to work. Starting with closing the gate to the bay to 'keep him out'. Jazz could easily climb those walls, but that wasn't the point. Even if the gate window was closed, he could pick up that they were setting up the water hammock. But it wasn't until he heard the cautionary beeping of the hoist lift approaching that it dawned on him – the mer was coming. Now.

"Jazz," Blaster called, "… Jazz," he blew the training whistle and finally got his mer's attention. "Stop pacing and get over here."

"But–" Jazz looked back longingly up the wall.

"Jazz," his tone dropped to a firm one, and Jazz begrudgingly swam over to the pier. The human crouched and made sure that they held eye contact before he spoke. "I need you to promise me that you will stay in your enclosure."

He sunk a little, trying to play into his cuteness, but being far too anxious to really pull it off. "What do you mean?"

"Jazz," now warning him. Blaster knew full well that he was more than capable of getting into or out of places he shouldn't, bloody Houdini mermaid, "this is serious. Things are going well, we want to keep it that way. Which means keeping things calm and feeling safe. You're excited, I get it, we all are. But in about an hour, they'll be waking up and – from past experience seen with wild Mers – they will likely freak out. And the last thing we need is you hauling your tail over that wall and making things worse. Understand?"

The beeping was louder how and the hiss of hydraulics caused Jazz to look up. The arm of the lift was visible over the wall. They're here!

"Jazz," Blaster hopelessly called for his attention once more.

Within moments, a massive bundle was carefully raised, the staff calling out and coordinating. Jazz's gaze was fixed on the black and white fluke poking out, it was the only part of them he could see, and his heart began to race. Once they became hidden by the wall again, Jazz moved back to pacing by the gate without even thinking. Listening to people hopping into the water to unstrap the mer and call back n' forth. "Careful, careful! – Watch the head! – Someone give me a hand over here! – We're clear on this side! – Keep the head up!"

Really starting to sound like a broken record, Blaster chirped the whistle and called out to him again. The expression he wore must have been pretty pitiful because the look on Blaster's face dropped. "If I open the view port… will you promise me that you will wait, that you will stay in your enclosure?"

"I promise," he answered hastily, placing his hands on the gate, over the panel that would slide open.

"And that you will wait until everything is in the clear, till the staff come to oversee the integration. There will be no rushing things and no asking staff when we will open the gate."

"I promise," he repeated, trying not to beg.

Satisfied, Blaster pulled out his radio, "Blaster to Control; when the team is out of the Mer enclosure's medical bay, open the view port. Jazz's stress is mounting without a visual."

"Can do," came a quick reply.

Though, opening the panel was not. Several minutes went by, the hoist had cleared out, and much of the staff had returned to their other duties. Only two remained double-checking the mer's breathing and pulse. The moment that the last of them left, Jazz heard the lock disengage, and he retracted his hands as the panel shifted and began to slide open. The window was too small to get more than his hand – maybe up to his elbow if he wanted to push it – through, and sat just at water level– any movement sending water hopping to either side. But it gave him a clear view of the surface area inside.

Oh.

Oh. Jazz stopped breathing. While the mer's body was mostly supported by the fabric of the hammock, cradling them on their side, effectively hiding most of them from Jazz's angle. Propped up on a soft floating platform was the mer's head, face towards the gate. Sharp features and elegantly shaped finials, with flattering lines of their markings complimenting the peaceful expression as they slept. The butterflies from earlier came back stronger than ever, his heart thundering as words fumbled from Jazz's lips, "he's beautiful…"

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-GLC

Orca Prowl really is just-- too fucking pretty, omg, I'm living through Jazz in this moment like when I first saw your designs of him.

I'm more than happy to continue writing for you, you bring me so much joy. I screamed when I saw how much you liked it. If you have any requests you would like me to add to the story, leave it in the tags or comments ♡ I now plan to continue until the tsunami and a bit afterwards, maybe more, we'll see~

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Oh. MY GOD. OKAY ALRIGHT OKAY ALRIGHT OKA

I'M ABOUT TO START PACING IN CIRCLES JUST LIKE JAZZ OVER HERE KDLCNFJFLFB PL E A S E THIS IS SO GOOD. The tension?? You can fucking TASTE it IT'S SO GREAT GLC I LOVE YOU

The way it all starts at night and then you (as a reader) have all this additional time to boil in your anticipation?? So fucking great. Like you can really feel how little power Jazz has over the wholse situation. The plot is moving but he doesn't have any saying in it. Well. Yet heheh

Anyway haha. Im normal and I made some art>:D

[sweetsouldhavernas]

paint me like one of your french murfs

[vaguely-concerned]

the barista lady in the treviso café fucking giggles every time you buy the fancy coffee lucanis likes from her btw. can't believe the game is calling out rook and me like this

[tinukis]

not only is he shaking, but you can hear how scarred he was in his voice. while he did succeed in his mission, there were still things he 'failed' during it even though there wasn't a choice. plus, he saw imu and barely escaped the gorosei. he is shaken up by that day

and not to make things worse or anything... (as i think about this a lot and did mention it before...) imagine sabo checking luffy's vivre card and helplessly watching it burn away. when he swore- /vowed/ to be by his brother's side no matter where he was. but all is good cause luffy's alive !!

still, despite the mission's success, he couldn't do what he wanted. he couldn't save cobra and he watched lulusia disappear. he's badly injured yet when he returned, he smiles and laughs as he is happily welcomed in arms.

and mind you, sabo Is an emotional person. he was raging when he saw kuma's state during the start of reverie. and as i looked back at chapter 1085, he screams out cobra's name as he watches him die...

imagine how sabo feels in that very moment. how he feels watching someone he wanted to save die in front of him. even though cobra told him not to, sabo tried anyway but couldnt. like how he couldnt protect his brothers because he didnt remember them until it was too late

[hawkeyeslaughter]

my three lameass husbands , yes they smoke weed <3

[somegrumpynerd]

@wickjump you will never not be an absolute genius

[starryeyeddreamer21]

Headcanon that since they live in a self aware musical Angel will use it to his advantage to fuck with people

He'll start playing music to see what the strangest thing he can get people to sing is

Everyone figures out what he's doing pretty fast but he keeps doing it because Alastor and Lucifer seem to have made it a competition to try and get each other to say the most embarrassing shit and neither of them will back down

The worst song he's gotten them to sing along to is Daisy by Ashnikko

This left multiple people dead, even more people traumatized, and got Angels music privileges restricted (in his defense he really thought this one would stump them)

He does feel kinda bad for Charlie but the horrified looks of Vaggie and Husks faces make everything worth it

(also Cherri and Nifty think it's hilarious)

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]

saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[tora-the-cat]

An interesting little fun thing with team 7 is that you assume that Sakura's gonna, like, woobify and simplify Sasuke by putting him on a pedastal,cause her goal is centered around him and shes a 12 y/o fangirl so like of course her understanding of him is skewed cause she doesnt see him as a person, just an object of affection, right? She's can't get Sasuke, can't imprint on and/or traumabond with him like Naruto and Kakashi do. They don't see him with rose tinted glasses, because they've lived through their own Horrors and empathize with Sasuke's experience.

......right?

WRONG lmao!! They have too many ghosts!! Naruto's single-minded codependent ass won't get out of his own way long enough to see Sasuke for who he actually is, only able to empathize with the parts of his trauma Naruto relates to and not really capable of understanding him outside of the context of himself (because Sasuke is. His other half). And Kakashi is far too jaded to be fair to him!! He can't decide if Sasuke is gonna end up as a mini-him or a mini-Obito or maybe a mini-Itachi, but either way he ALSO is too traumatized to see Sasuke AS SASUKE.

meanehile SAKURA'S autistic ass may have dogshit empathy, but you know what she does have? A special interest in sasuke. Nothing better to do then give herself a degree in Uchihaisms. She can write character studies about him. she can read his soul. Whenever she says something about him she is right. Every fucking time! She is RIGHT!!!!

'sasuke would NOT compliment me this directly or explicitly express worry unprompted, especially if it gets in the way of his goals' correct.

'Sasuke shouldn't hide that curse on his neck its not healthy BUT if I tell anyone about it he'll never trust me again, which might be even more dangerous for him then the curse mark. Like he can probably handle the curse mark but no one else can stop him from ripping peoples arms off.' correct.

Speaking of! 'Sasuke would not hurt me even when he seems to be...possessed? whatever the only way to knock him out of it is to present myself as Alive and thus something to be protected rather then something to be avenged, because he gets really stuck in his own head about revenge' CORRECT

'hey so um. like. Sasuke's gonna leave Konoha. I'm not sure anything can stop him at this point and honestly I'm kinda starting to doubt anything should, so the only thing I could possibly do to help him at this point is ALSO defect.' CORRECT!!!!

[deadpoetsandlivinglegends]

Results are in:

Scrooge outfit: Neil, Todd, and Cameron

Heart Boxers: Knox, Charlie, and Pitts

Pink robe: Meeks and Keating

I will forever be indebted to anyone who draws fanarts of them in these outfits

[keferon]

*clasps your shoulders gently and looks you straight in the eye*

Keferon. Please read Ninth by Kyn on AO3. I think you would love it very much. It has a large chapter count, but don't be intimidated, it's very easy to get into. It is currently unfinished, but is being updated regularly.

You are the seventh person that recommended this fic to me so ahahahaha yeah

I’m doing great Help I hate some parts of it but I love the other parts I’m spinning in the blender

…..I made the moodboard….

[namelessprayers]

as a child, even if it's now hard to recall, till is sure that he once knew the love of being alive. he was sure that the sky, however gloomy and war torn, still held stars with twinkling promise between the glaze of smoke clouds and billowing darkness. he was sure that the touch of his mother's hand, however unsure and unsteady, had whispers of better days to come and nights to spend in greater company. he was sure that they'd be saved, whatever that meant, or that maybe things could be fine just lasting as it was indefinitely.

if till's being honest, that's the sole reason he thinks of mizi so highly. after the stars stopped twinkle and he stopped finding signs of brighter moments to come, it was like the world ceased to be kind, as if love could hear the hope drain from his soul and ran away in response. then, there's mizi, who still has the love of being alive.

metaphorically, till would describe each person by their rib cage, because it surrounds their heart and that's important, isn't it? he'd say that the bones in his rib cage are all wrapped and woven of individual stems from dandelions already blown away, because the seeds would rise in the wind and carry with them a sacred wish by the sender. this was a baseless theory, just a hypothetical, but it made sense in till's wandering mind. he'd run out of wishes, and he bet mizi's rib cage was full of dandelion puffs or the yellow of the flower's petals in bloom, so that was the distinction between them; time, wishes, love.

sua's chest was probably stuffed by lilacs, perfectly purple ones, because those would compliment mizi best. till knew that they were inseparable, after all, so it made sense that they'd match. plus, from the way they interacted, it was always sua giving worship to make mizi seem far above. the clutter of flowers surrounding sua's rib cage would be discreet, twisted with a handful of white lilies too.

on the contrary to the colourful insides of everyone else, there was ivan. till never thought he'd be plain, but he couldn't really understand the mere expressions of ivan, so how was he supposed to gage the grasp of the rib cage? he truly wanted to, but ivan's eyes were so starkly pillars of the smoke clouds and billowing darkness, holding no promise and wavering hopes; ivan was simply the truth, unflinching, yet somehow endlessly elusive.

what does till think of that? how could he rank ivan anywhere in comparison to anyone when none of that is decipherable in the first place? till is sure he could tear ivan's heart out and eat it without ever knowing the answer or the reason that ivan looks at him in those ways.

(and no one asked, but ivan thinks his heart would be covered by black roses painted red by the blood, and he thinks he'd be happy to let till hold it as it drips, while it beats its last drop of unloved life)

as of now, till can see the sky glitch. he is sure that no one is watching, therefore, there are no more whispers of fleeting hope. he is sure, that to be saved, is to be freed. he is also sure that there is no such thing as freedom, only escape, until even that becomes limited. till also knows that mizi loves the stars of the artificial night, and sua is the dawn that returns that light to her eyes. till is sure that he'll never be sure about ivan, and that much will have to be enough, even if the world owes them more time, wishes, love.

[skunkes]

i loooove when ocs unrealized development makes them feel like real people like no i dont know whether talon is genuinely attracted to women after years of both clinging to them for safety and years of putting them onto that untouchable idealized Perfect Protector Pedestal that must remain untainted by any bad experiences, so he doesn't even try to Be With any. He doesn't know either

[cloudmancy]

ya know at first i thought your episode 18 posts were a little harsh but then i really thought about it and yeah. i actually agree with you on pretty much all of it. in my opinion one of the most frustrating parts of d20 is watching the intrepid heroes fail to put all the pieces together, and seeing that manifest as a slaughter fest against the rat grinders is disappointing. don’t get me wrong, i understand that we as the audience have a birds eye view and an easier time threading the story together. but still, kinda sucks :/

lumping all of these together because the rushed feeling of the season is definitely there and contributed to how the final conflict is just resolved via battle and not alternative means... I think there were several factors at play here. I'm still holding out hope for the final final episode but:

the way they filmed all of FHJY and its APs together in a very short timespan. FHSY is so developed and interesting plotwise and I feel that HAS to be because they got a whole week in between episodes/streams to sit and think about the information they received. (on that note I feel when APs are filmed directly after the episodes instead of in retrospective, there's very little to say or reflect on since you Just got out of the session and everything you have to say was likely already said during the play session.) the crunch filming + episode limit combo is just not good for health or coming to a satisfying conclusion of all narrative threads

dnd combat is just so inherently fucked as a conflict resolution tool and it's NOT built for anything aside from killing things. we see this firsthand how the rat grinders get reduced to their kits and not their characters (take oisin out first, cut off his head so he can't be revived) both by the cast and the fandom... which leads to some pretty upsetting conflict when you have people who really enjoy these characters as, well, characters and not targets with hit points!

we have GOTTA get one season that doesn't end directly with a final battle. please. we've gotta have one that does a big reveal, an episode to sit with that reveal, a final battle, and then a whole other roleplay episode after that battle to finish off the season. we cannot be doing 15 minute epilogues directly after coming off 4 hrs of dnd combat that is how we get neverafter and whatever the acoc finale was (adding FHJY finale to the list? I'm still holding out for the last episode to give us anything at all. bad kids being under influence of rage all battle reveal? please?)

[strangewonderful]

FEAST FASHION : the wardrobe of feast members across the galaxy ♡˚₊

the way that characters dress in star wars says a lot about who they are, who they're aligned with, and where they're from. feast is no different. as an impartial aid organization there were a few elements that were most important to me in creating their look: 1) practicality, comfort, & protection. feast workers need to be able to move—many of them are on their feet all day long and then all night as well, they're in the middle of or right next to active battlefields, and are wadding through disaster torn areas. they need clothing that will last. 2) feast is impartial; many of its workers are not. their clothing should establish them as part of the good guys. 3) uniqueness. this is not the rebel alliance, the empire, or ordinary citizens, all of whom have distinct looks in star wars. so feast must have a distinct look as well.

1. PRACTICALITY, COMFORT, & PROTECTION

sturdy, moveable, and protective fabrics are necessary for the work that people do at feast. their clothing needs to be adaptable to most weather, which means layers, people need to be able to move—walk, run, climb, bend, stand for long hours—freely, which means loose, while also not get snagged on anything or get in the way, which means not baggy. they should also be protected, not just from the environment, but also from the dangers of something minor like scraped knees from falls, brushing up against any number of surfaces, but also potentially from being in active danger zones. this means sturdy/thick fabrics and, occasionally, light armor.

for this, feast stays away from the thin, flowy fabrics worn by princess leia or padme, the structured suits of imperial officers, and even the flight suits of resistance pilots. (this is also important for section 3. uniqueness which will come up later.)

here's the part where i argue for jean in star wars... because feast is often dressed in the star wars equivalent denim or cotton or cotton/polyester blends which are going to last through long wear while still being comfortable. unlike most other pants throughout the galaxy, these pants can be a bit looser around the legs. (this is with in-universe modifications to jeans in that there are no back pockets, the colors can be different, closures are different & there's no zippers, etc)

i'm gonna start adding some images now, but disregard color for now -- i have a section on that at the end. think about the silhouette, cut, and details.

the fit depends on the personal preference of the wearer, but will typically fall somewhere around the first or last cut -- though plenty can also be adjusted like in the second image. note also the reinforced patches on the knees in the first image, which tends to be favored especially by medics and anyone who might be doing more heavy lifting. jean pockets, according at least to luke's pants, are not a thing, but small utility pockets can be found attached to the sides of pants, as with smaller loops that things can be hooked or tied to. this is additional on top the belts that we see worn throughout the galaxy.

shirts tend to be simple cuts. basic long sleeves or tank tops and button up shirts. these are meant for layering under vests & jackets that can be removed or added depending on weather. the image at the end is a type of cover or overall that is also pretty typically associated with feast and serves as a protective outer layer.

vests and jackets tend to be worn over shirts as extra warmth and utility since often vests will have more places to store tools, papers, first aid, and any other small items that are needed for easy access. a lot of outwear items, be it vests or jackets, will also very visibly have the feast logo on it, or members will be wearing slightly heaver armor/vests over whatever else they're wearing on it, similar to how press will wear ones or how the red cross will wear traffic safety vests. coats and outermost layers can also sometimes more closely resemble windbreaker style jackets over the military-style jackets that han solo/rebel aligned people will wear, which give a very different shape to feast's silhouette.

2. THE GOOD GUYS

the rebel alliance, and other good guys, are often dressed to mimic the aesthetic of the old west & western movies -- look at han solo with his open shirt, vest, and gun-slinger belt -- and uniformed military with field jackets, utility vests, and tall boots. the empire has a very different look drawing on other military inspirations and an overall very starched, sharp edged look. it's quite easy to tell just by looking at how a character is dressed which side they're on. although feast is an impartial organization, it's important to make it clear that many of their members are allied with the rebel alliance and that these are part of the good guys.

the old western aesthetic is incorporated into feast's general style as a way to convey this just by seeing them. vests are a large part of their wardrobe, as is the jean pant, even if modified. some feast members will also have handkerchiefs tied around their neck which is an element unique to other groups in star wars, but evokes that cowboy look as well. in addition is collared shirts. folded collar shirts don't appear many places throughout the galaxy in star wars, and feast has an usually high amount incorporated into their style.

a majority of the time when we see collared shirts, they are members of the rebel alliance, and by including collared shirts into feast's wardrobe, it helps to give a not that these are good characters aligned with the rebellion.

3. UNIQUENESS

different factions in star wars dress different, and feast is no different. i've already talked about certain elements, such as collared shirts, cut of pants, and outerwear types, that help to set them apart from other groups in the galaxy, but there are other elements to consider as well. one is color. the rebellion tends to wear earthy tones like greens & browns & blues or orange flight suits, the empire/tfo is often in charcoal grays, blacks, and reds. jedi wear tan, sand, and brown colors. citizens are in a range of colors from yellows and browns to purples, greens, pinks. feasts main colors are sky blue, cobalt, and white. bright colors that stand out and (often) stand apart from the colors around worn around them and in the landscapes/cities around them. which is on purpose! just like with outerwear and vests clearly announcing who feast members are, color also helps to do this, making them widely visible both to people who need their help, and to help make their aid & impartiality clear, in the hopes that it helps keep their members safe in highly dangerous areas.

the elements that do add a stand-out style to feast are only more important given the fact that many of the people that make up feast are otherwise citizens of the galaxy who are wearing what they have to work — there will be elements that look like the fashion of various planets, or of the rebellion, or of the jedi, or smugglers, because that is where the members of feast come from. for all of the elements that do make them stand out, there are just as many that show the roots of this community and how wide-spread the desire to help is from across the galaxy.

✱much of the costume research i did came from the galactic style guide which was an incredible read and i can't thank or recommend this site enough!