#one of em is bound to stick at some point

[xixovart]

my rrverse headcanons that i will save in my drafts until it explodes

possible tw for mentions of weaponry and violence!! (bullet point no.5)

nico with heterochromia?? im?

a LOT of aphrodite kids are pansexual. somethinf about love knowing no bounds or restrictions to gender because love is a connection to the soul or whatever

actually on that idea a lot of aphrodite kids are under the non binary umbrella :)

spreading the deaf will solace agenda

annabeth goes to a shooting range to relieve stress

she got that from thalia

i just need you to picture how unbelievably destroyed thalia must’ve been when they told her about luke.

alex fierro really likes cupcakes. but he’s like. ashamed of it?? for some reason

one time magnus walked in on her while she was eating some red velvet? hilarious interaction.

“magnus it’s not what ir looks like i swear.”

”what? you use someone’s blood to make those?”

rip bianca di angelo you would’ve loved ratatouille. i don’t know.

kayla really likes mac n cheese. i really don’t know.

chris wnd beckendorf have an unmatched ‘our gfs are best friends but ngl we’re kinda gay for each other’ bromance

percy is REAAALLLYYY good at makeup

thalia is surprisingly good at volleyball?

frank once accidentally knocked down an entire grocery store isle… somehow.

hazel really likes ladybugs

“long day?” “tell me about it. keep em coming.” except it’s kayla pouring will grape soda into a wine glass when they were 12 after a day in the infirmary

unpopular opinion: will relentlessly finds loopholes for rules (and sometimes blatantly breaks them) while nico hates rule-breaking. one was raised in rich 1940s europe and the other is texan. guess who.

annabeth and will bonded over their shared love of true crime podcasts

hazel gossips like a hairstylist

“don’t look at me like that, you’re not my real dad 😒” -11 year old annabeth to chiron after the ares cabin caught fire “unexpectedly. somehow. for no reason.”

percy used to swims in fountains and steals people’s coins

piper blasts chappell roan at unhealthy volumes. so does will. they bond over that

zoë nightshade was in the theater abe lincoln was killed in. don’t know where this came from.

piper and leo were the most chaotic duo that wilderness school ever bore witness to. there were several science room “accidents.” and the food in the kitchens went missing every week “unexpectedly”

magnus hearth and blitz used to sit on rooftops and throw water balloons at tourists. fathers-son bonding i lobe them

frank likes tarzan and kung fu panda an unhealthy amount (he was a horrible influence on hazel)

hazel once made random hand signals at a boy who was bothering her told him she cursed him

bianca was surprisingly good at sports?

thalia had to put saran wrap on every outlet in the house for two months when jason was a year old because he would NOT stop sticking his fingers in them

reyna cannot cook. she only knows how to make a surprisingly good lemonade. it’s insane.

hedge, on the other hand, is a freaking chef. he’s like the love child of a really smart goat and gordon ramsay

annabeth and thalia are both master pickpockets because of their time on the road

luke had a soft spot for gummy bears

silena was very calm and collected but the SECOND this girl stepped FOOT in a rage room she lost her SHIR

mallory hates math. like actually loathes math.

magnus is math smart and mallory is english smart

(book 1) halfborn and magnus are the prank lords of floor 19

alex joined them the second he showed up (he destroyed half the hotel withing his first 24 minutes there? duh?)

cecil hates twizzlers

lou ellen cecil and will are VERY competitive go kart-ers

rachel and hazel are artist buddies and go on drawing dates

chiron gets father’s day presents

someone proposed the idea of achilles and patroclus training nico post-ttc and pre-botl???? stop right now im losing my mind i love this

spreading the multilingual nico agenda

mr. d gave will his tattoo

grover and percy unironically watch rom coms every saturday while eating vegan candy and cry for the characters

grover and rachel’s friendship is INCREDIBLY??? underrated

i think we forget that grover bianca and nico went to school together and bianca and grover were friends. imagine the chaos.

lester and kayla had regular arm wrestling matches (kayla always won btw)

whenever austin’s mad at his cabinmates he wakes them up at the asscrack of drawn by playing we are the champions on his flute.

idk why but malcolm seems very gumball coded.

“wait, where are you going?” “to the brony convention in lietchenstein. where do you think im going????” -canon conversation between malcolm and annabeth

wasian grace siblings wasian grace siblings wasian grace siblings.

ethan is a really bad liar in non-greek related matters

will’s love language is that he points at literally the two most random things and says “us” to nico

“nico look it’s us!! :D” “solace those are two dead leaves on the floor” “yeah but they’re next to each other :)”

sally knows taekwondo. no one knows when or how she learned, she just does and it’s terrifying

alabaster is a plant mom

dakota seems like the type of kid to slump so deep in a chair that he ends up falling off. and then he just like. lays there.

castor and pollux have a concerning attraction to fire

travis stoll likes strawberries :)

connor stoll chunks strawberries at travis from half a km away and calls is “aiming practice”

katie has the temper of a chihuahua

(post-tlo) percy and clarisse pretend to hate each other but they’re actually friends who fight like siblings and it’s surprisingly endearing?

[soullessdianthus]

Soft!Bo Sinclair X Fem!Reader | Headcanons

>> PART 2

Author's note: Basically, how Bo's heart softened and spared you from death. And yeah I'm kinda fucked in the head for writing him this way, but HEAR ME OUT━ I consider doing a part 2 to extend the topic hihi (like, what life in Ambrose with him later looks like or smth + NSFW obviously), but these are my first headcanons, so please be considerate. <3

Warnings: it's a bit lenghty, sorry, canon typical violence, SFW (lot's of comfort)

Word count: 1.1k

Before your first "visit" to Ambrose, you and your friends set up a camp in the nearby woods - you were on a camping trip around Louisiana, for fun I guess or maybe during some break in your school/work

Bo watched your group from the tree line that night, he saw how poorly they treated you, how ignoring and demeaning they were towards you, why on Earth would you spend time with them?

He formed a strong opinion about those people right then and somehow took a little, tiny bit pity on you

When the car mysteriously broke down during the night, you along your companions took a walk to the small town nearby, searching the local mechanic

He was quick to find you, sitting on a pavement in front of a gas station

The man was charming, you admitted to yourself finally, especially when his bright irises traced your every step around the station

Bo looked enchanted, amazed by your personality, the way you talked, your appearance or all at once

But when some of your friends began to disappear few hours later, the true horror began

You stuck between the weirdly abandoned houses with two of your companions who were quick to seal your fate

They used handcuffs they found on the policeman wax figure to strap you to the metal pipe on the gas station - as a fucking offering to the killers chasing after the tourists

"Wh- THE HELL YOU'RE DOING?!"

"Creating a distraction I guess" they responded, trying to justify their actions, before running off, abandoning you to die alone

No matter how hard you struggled against the tube or the handcuffs, there was no way you could escape this without cutting your palm off

Obviously you wanted to avoid that option

And then, out of bloom, he appeared - dressed in a blue coverall, sweat drops shining over his forehead, tousled hair sticking to his temple - clearly running after your "friends"

Bo noticed you in an instant and a wide smile twisted his face - such a prize as you, being placed (offered even) in front of him like a gift? best day ever for our man Bo

And if you are considerably way younger than him, let's say early twenties - he would take an extra intrest in you (being more vulnerable for manipulation *COUGHS*), also extra points if you have daddy issues

Come on, this guy just wants to be worshiped by younger girl and tells her what to do, okay?

"My, my, what do we have 'ere?" he asked rhetorically, slowly lurching toward you "Little fuckers left ya behind? Tsk, tsk"

You froze in place petrified, but... he didn't seem to want to hurt you

Bo swooped your loose hair behind your ear, before carefully examining your form - all this time you stood still

Because what else could you do? You were immobilized, ffs

"Don't worry darlin', Imma take care of 'em, yeah? Just stay right here"

He placed a goodbye-kiss on top of your head, before returning to his "duties", the hunt wasn't over yet

So you stood there helpless, bound to the metal pipe outside of the gas station for God knows how long, wondering what will happen to your friends and what will happen to you

You took a peek inside the wax museum and soon enough you found out the town was in fact empty - there had to be a correlation, right?

Besides you saw the man with a weird mask and long black hair stab one of your companions in the neck - so the conclusion was quite simple

When Beauregard came back with a pair of tiny keys looped on his thumb, you gave him a merciful stare with glossy eyes, non verbally expressing the thought "please, don't kill me"

"You're a smart girl, ain'tcha? Gonna be good, yeah? That means 'no troubles', got it?" Bo spoke softly, his voice enchanting you with sweet venom

He unlocked the handcuffs and set you free, while you gently nodded your head, agreeing to being "good".

"T-Thanks" you massaged the bruised wrist, devouring feeling of "freedom", before he placed his big palm on your lower back

It was so warm

"Come, you must be tired, huh?" Sinclair guided you to walk along him, heading to the house on a hill

His house

Bo invited you inside, opening the doors and guiding you once again with his hand

If he only could, he would hold you, touch you, fondle your flesh all the time - you were fucking magnetic

You politely entered the house, feeling his presence on your back - at this point you wanted to punch yourself in the face for thinking that you're safe now, that he wouldn't hurt you - he probably just killed your friends

But the man took a weird liking to you, maybe it was your bargaining chip to survival?

It was already dark outside when Bo led you to his room upstairs

He caught a clean t-shirt from the drawer and placed it in your hands

"Why are you doing this? Why are you kind to me?" you kept your head down, fingers digging into the material of his shirt

There was a dead silence for a seconds before he responded

"Such a girl like you doesn't deserve to be treated like trash, yeah? You had shitty friends, doll"

You finally looked up at him

He was smiling, it was a gentle smile, a caring one

"Now, maybe we should finally rest, hm? It was a long day"

You did not protest when he pointed with his finger to the bathroom, where you could change into the clean clothes

Neither when he changed into his pajama and guided you towards his bed

The adrenaline and emotions from the whole day kept you on a constant survival mode - but of course, you thought about escape

Yet you didn't

Somehow you made it this far

But now you were lying in bed beside him, under one sheet

You tried to remain calmness, but the tears overfilled your tired eyes - you started crying, trying to remain as still as possible

But Bo felt your curled up form shaking and a few weeps could be heard though you tried to hide it

"Come 'ere" he spoke through the darkness of his room "come, sweetheart. There's no need to cry"

When you turned around to face him, his arm was already opened, inviting you into his embrace

And you foolishly succumbed into his touch

This should feel wrong, but it didn't

He was so warm

Bo brought you even closer to his chest, letting his heat radiate through you

Oh, to have him take care of you &lt;3

You melted into his touch and soon after fall asleep in his arms

Bo never wish for his precious girl to cry like this again

[missycolorful]

hallo there o/

I wanted to piggyback off your last post on the 'birdbrain/abandonment' post:

I feel this particular situation was bound to happen sooner or later. It's not the first time of late(within the last month) the children have felt abandoned/left behind by qphil. During Prison Event you could see the eggs thoughts on being left behind due to possible escape or interactions with other residents and lore.

Day 3 after the interview tallulah said, "I dont like it here.." and chayanne said, "Let's stick together today..". Qphil then turned it into a joke, "...STICK together.. cause he's holding a stick.." but I do not believe these words were said for nothing. Day 3 had dark themes surrounding the residents(inmate crucifixion) and as a child paying attention I would be scared and want my parent in sight much as possible.

Now of course we give grace to the ccs because streaming and events can take a toll. Phil had stated several times during the event he felt overwhelmed/stimulated, along with others agreeing with him.

At one point the eggs eventually burried them selves in hole, in which wasn't addressed until after a guard Tubbo and Charlie noticed. On the walls chayanne signs say: we are a ghost - we will die here and bit later tallulah states: we were wondering how lo g it took u to find us, we were thinking you were leaving us here.

Qphil reassured them but I got to thinking: every where he went residents had their eggs with them. When escaping with Charlie fit and tubbo, ramon was with fit and sunny was with either parent...qphil was alone. When talking to the guard for the hat, pomme was with aypierr - rishas and pepito were with their guardians and em/dapper was with bagi and bad...qphil was alone.

Giving benifit of doubt he was trying to protect them.(the guard was a butt)

That being said: the separation was scary, anything could have happened. Yesterday situation could have went very differently as well. The eggs could have been mortal. Something more dangerous than the scorpion could have caught them along their travel back home.

And this ALL is off the talks/agreement of them sticking together as a family. Having each others back. The situation is so interesting because after concerns are said qphil does comply with not taking his sight off them rest of stream. I really enjoy this family dynamic for some reason

Sorry for long post

oh gosh don't apologize, I'm eating this whole post up. And it's given me more to say, so... sorry in turn, lol!!

honestly, a lot of the prison event felt like a blur to me (a lot happened lol), so I completely forgot about those small moments. Like a lot of other similar moments, they're jokes, yes, but there's a certain weight to them. And these jokes they've been making have had a certain weight for a while now. And.... looking back, I feel dumb for not even mentioning the one thing that's really brought this whole issue, and these "jokes" and concerns the kids have, into existence.

It's the Ender King.

q!Phil has made it clear that if the Ender King finds him and seeks to capture him and take him away from the kids, there's nothing he can do. He's not sure if he can come back, if he does get taken, even though he swears he'll do everything he can to return to his kids. But that reveal of the Ender King and Phil's concerns about his fate by his hands has affected Chayanne and Tallulah greatly. It's good that he's been honest with them, I'd rather he be. But there's no good way to handle this, in truth.

Chayanne, after Purgatory, has been more clingy with his father, but I think it's more noticeable as of recent. Tallulah has tried to distance herself a little like sleeping at her and Wilbur's house, most likely out of a need to feel independent and such, but within the last month or so, she's also been fairly clingy. I think her attempts at being independent fell to the wayside once the idea of her father just... disappearing, and possibly never coming back, came to mind. She sleeps at the sanctuary (and now their new house as of the reset) more often than not. They're both afraid of waking up and seeing that the most consistent parental figure in their lives is gone.

Like, we all know that q!Phil isn't actually abandoning them or even leaving them behind with any malicious or neglecting purpose, and I think the kids know he wouldn't do so with intention (which is why him being defensive yesterday was sort of a moot point, but anyway). Plenty of the parents will let their kids mind their business and do things without them around. This isn't new, and this has happened with Phil's kids plenty of times! For example, Phil didn't want his kids around during a lot of the prison stuff, because a lot of what he was doing was risky, and he didn't want them to get hurt. And we know that yesterday was a pure accident, and he wants to try to be more careful.

But technicalities and logic aren't really important here. What upsets the kids is simply the idea of him being gone, and the fear of him never coming back. It doesn't matter how many times he tells them that he will, because these fears are huge and real. You accidentally left the kids behind at Etoiles' house? It doesn't matter, you still left. You got kidnapped by the Ender King? It doesn't matter you're still gone.

[druidx]

A Prelude in Orange

Universe: Titan Fighting Fantasy CW: Alcohol Notes: This is written from Farren's POV because I fancied giving it a go. Y'all can judge how well I did. Tagging: @aquadestinyswriting @jacqueswriteblrlibrary & @hannah-heartstrings

The pub is warm, filled with the golden light of high-class oil lamps. I ease myself back into the soft and worn cushions of our booth after coming back from the bar, swirling the cheap brandy in my glass. Across the dark oak table, sticky with the spills of many nights, Bug's fidgeting. You know, I don't even think she knows she does it. That little tap-tap-tap of a finger against the glass. Means she's antsy about something. If I thought it'd do any good, I'd tell her to relax. But it don't. If anything, it makes whatever she's ansting about worse, cuz then it's on her mind instead of at the back of it. 'S always best to let her chew and say whatever's bothering her when she's ready.

The weather's on the turn, right now. It's been a damp day; nothing heavy, just that messy shit that soaks you through if you ain't wearing an oilcloth. There's bound to be a nip in the air when we leave. Fortunately I've already got a few beers sloshing in me, but the chaser's my jacket for the road. Not that Bug looks like she's in any mood to move on right now. Whatever's caught her, got her well and truly mired.

I cast my eye around the taproom. The Skiving Scholar's an academic's bar, foremost, and got co-opted by us coppers at the Eighth only later. Means that mostly it's a safe spot to relax away from the office. Yeah, sure, sometimes the scholars get into a bout of fisticuffs over some arcane bullshit, but it ain't often that some stupid swarf makes the mistake of tryna start something in here. Still, I look over the crowd, just to make sure it's not one of the patrons that's got my Elo chewing the mental cud.

"Brek?" she says. I turn my attention back. She's glaring at her drink, hardly touched. "Yeah?" "You have brothers, yes?" What a question, huh. "Four of 'em, for my sins." "Did any of them ever…" She rolls her hand, searching for her words. She thinks a lot, does my li'l partner. Wants to make sure she's concise and accurate and says the right thing at the right time. A proper little diplomat. But I can never make up my mind if she's just like that, or if it's a side effect of having to speak in something she ain't native to. "Have any of them ever gotten into trouble they can't handle?" I furrow my brow. "Like a fight?" I can't see what she's driving at. "No. Something worse." She's fidgeting again. Won't meet my eye, passing her tankard back and forth between her hands. Cuthbert brace me, is all I can think. It's gotta be Ashbury. Wickerswitch is a good lad, knows his leaves from his bark, got a talent for woodling plant magic, same as their Mam. Ashbury on the other hand… Boy's got no lick of sense between his ears and it shows in all the get-rich-quick schemes his and his no-good mates conjure. I say, "Not much else to get into trouble with, out in the sticks where they are." The tankard stills. "Huh." Over by the fire, the scholars are devising what sounds like a drinking song in draconic. "What's eatin' ya, Bug?" I ask when she doesn't offer anything more. She gives a quick shake of the head. "Nothing. It's fine." She lies like a sieve, but, Don't push, I have to remind myself before the drink can force the issue. We've been partners a year at this point. Long enough for me to figure out when to push and when to let her come to me on her own. If this is a family matter, then it's definitely something I can't push.

Abruptly she chugs back her beer. "We've got an early tomorrow," she says, dropping the empty with a thud onto the table. "We should be getting back." "It ain't an early early. No one's gonna worry if we oversleep a bit." I say. Such a stickler, she is. But then, 's what got her landed with me in the first place. "Let me enjoy my drink, huh? We've got time." "Breakwood." Full name, unimpressed tone, head canted to the side with a frown. Yup, not the time to push. "Sure, alright." I knock back my brandy in two swigs and set the glass on the table. She's already on her feet and heading out. All I can do is trail after.

[red-raud-hunt]

Rec me Fics! Also recs;

A wonderful present to wake up to was the publishing of the long and eagerly (some say desperately) awaited "Heart and Crow Make The Peace" by the amazing rthstewart. This tells the story of what Lucy and Edmund Pevensie get up to during the War, after their return from sailing on the Dawn Treader. Just in time too, I finished my reread of the preceding series just a few weeks ago! Thank you so much @rthstewart!

Another fic that has been updating recently (and very consistently as the author probably wants this damn arc to finally end XD ) is the story of the indomitable Leia Skywalker (once Organa) in the middle of the Clone Wars - "Duty Bound". This is the third in a meaty series that is, as far as I'm concerned, the new canon for the characterization of it's leading ladies. I've reread the entire thing probably five or six times at this point. So many angles through which to spin the characters in my brain.

Lastly for this post, we have a crossover, because I fucking love crossovers to death. Take your blorbos from one show and stick 'em in your favorite book -- what fun! How delightful! And on the topic of Star Wars, a crossover that's not about whose ships beat who, but about what it means to hold your ideals close, and what happens when you let them go: "Where Angles Fear To Tread" traps a Starfleet Commander deep into the abyss between Jedi and Senate politics.

Anyway, if you see this and like any of these fics, please let me know what else you like! Crossovers of any fandom, especially if they are written as if you need an introduction to the source!

/screaming into the void

[dragons-eat-people]

Psycho & Greasy: Who Framed the Prey?

Story Request for: @loveforskekshod

Based on characters from the film: Who Framed Roger Rabbit?

Hollywood is a strange place. Humans aren't found alone here. They coexist with cartoon characters. Some, lovey-dovey. Others...not too much.

This tale follows two toons, Psycho & Greasy, who are a part of the Toon Patrol, a gang of short-tailed weasels who serve Judge Doom as henchmen. Tonight though, they carry out a mission of their own. One of revenge.

Two toons, two humans. Low-lit room. Tied up in duos, facing back to back. Suddenly... flash! The lights cut on for dramatic effect. Greasy was the first to set foot from the darkness, sighing deeply as he facepalms with one hand. "You set all this up just like a little game, huh. Si yai yai..." He groans, rolling his eyes as he holds his semi-automatic pistol in his other hand.

Psycho, who was halfway across the room fiddling with the building's breaker box, nodded frantically before bounding over to his gangmate. The two stand before their group of victims, who are just adjusting to the sudden amount of light within the previously dark room.

One man in particular is fast to speak. "W-what are you gonna do to us? We-" He stammers, cut short by a pistol shot aimed close to his legs. "¡Cállate, idiota! I do the talking around here. Now, you's four have been a real pain in our group's ass, Muy bien? Since we've managed to capture you lot, we'd figure we'd put an end to the problem at the source." Greasy explains. A sinister grin grows on his face.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Psycho speaks quickly in a frantic high-pitched manner. As usual, his excitement and craziness know no bounds, let alone limits. This annoys Greasy, but the weasel shrugs it off.

One of the two toons, considering both are rabbits, speaks up next. "So, you're gonna kill us? Huh! Is that it?" He asks, shouting at the two. Psycho bounces over to them, making the other rabbit flinch backward in fright. "Kill the rabbit, kill the rabbit!" He chants. How maniacal.

Greasy nodded, spinning his pistol using his fingers before sliding it into a pocket on his coat. "You've got that right, pipsqueak. Dios...don't be such a sourpuss! The fun's just about to begin." The green zoot suit trench coat-wearing weasel boasts. He takes out his switchblade, approaching one of the humans, before placing it against his neck.

"We've got something real nice for you four in store...let's get this over with. I've got things to do, places to be, and perhaps, just more people to kill!" He laughs, taking his blade back, and stashing it in his pocket as well. "¡Oye, C'mon!" He shouts at Psycho, who's too busy trying to terrorize the rabbit toons. The weasel soon joins Greasy by his side, laughing a little bit.

The two look at the humans and the toons, voracious gleams fill their eyes. Greasy points to their groups collectively. "You both get one each, Psycho. Go, get em." The weasel tells his comrade. Psycho sticks out his tongue, nodding aggressively now. Greasy takes a step back as the other weasel begins flinging saliva all over. Seconds after, he leaped towards one of the rabbit toons, dropping his straight razor along the way. His mouth was open wide, having aimed at devouring the rabbit before him. All there was bloodcurdling yelp before it seized, and before anyone knew it, the toon was gone.

Greasy smirks as he watches Psycho swallow that toon whole, the sounds of thick swallows fill the air as the form of the rabbit is seen sinking down the neck of the brown weasel, disappearing past his sharp yellow teeth. The rabbit produces muffled yells, shouts, and pleas as he fills Psycho's belly, eventually beginning to struggle too once he arrives inside. The humans look over, utterly terrified at the sight. This weasel just swallowed another person whole...!

The green trench coat-wearing weasel steps over to the humans, planning on doing exactly the same. He separates them for easy access but makes sure they're still tied up. Then, it's his turn. Replicating the same movements as Psycho, Greasy latches his claws onto his chosen prey, then opens his mouth, revealing his sharp teeth. The weasel isn't as eagerly voracious as Psycho, but he still gets the job done, forcing the man down his gullet in only a few swallows, feeling him fight all the way down. Greasy was already quite overweight, but the size of the man he just swallowed made his hefty gut jiggle and bounce with the newly added weight.

"Now that hit the spot!" He exclaims, giving his belly a quick slap, boasting about his size. "Get a move on, Psycho! Let's get this done already." He orders the other weasel, gazing over at him. His brown-colored ally shuffles past him, seemingly moving without issue within his straightjacket. It is unbuckled, yet he still chooses to don it. The toon rabbit within his belly is restless, squirming around in his tummy at any hopes for freedom. Without waiting any longer, Psycho reveals the hungry abyss that is his maw once more, gobbling down the other man that Greasy left for him. The human screams of course, but those are quickly turned muffled as well.

Greasy approaches the last final meal of the night. That last toon rabbit, looking up and down at the weasel, between his constantly moving and bulging gut and his menacing voracious grin. "Y-you're sick! You know that?!" He shouts, feeling bold. The dark brown colored weasel runs a hand through his own greasy black hair before grabbing the toon by his chin. "This is what you's all get and deserve for opposing us. For helping Roger Rabbit escape our clutches. That was your mistake. Now we profit from it." Greasy taunts him, before quickly forcing him into his mouth, taking away the last view of the world around him. A few gulps here and there before the last toon was gone for good.

Psycho sits down, more than content with his meals, and begins to laugh manically, staring at his bulging gut with glee. He's muttering to himself, something along the lines of "Kill, kill!" He begins to hug his stomach within the confines of his straightjacket, which seems to increase the pressure on his prey within, forcing them to squirm more.

Greasy takes a seat in a rolling chair, pulling out his switchblade to leisurely pick his teeth with it. "This is the end of your story. Never mess with the Toon Patrol." He marks threateningly.

Some toons just don't get a happy ending.

[ukusreticence]

i told myself to keep myself from ranting about my characters on here, but my brain has decided that this is my sketch and oc blog and i do not care anymore. i am LORE DROPPING EVERY SINGLE THOUGHT PROCESS AND I DO NOT CARE. at the very least its helping me gather my thoughts more by spewing it all out since i dont know how to simply write without some kinda art to accompany it so i have a topic in mind or something. thought process rant under cut, TLDR; side b is a damn mess of a character and such a fun concept to play with that i legit cannot decide on one concept for them

(quick warning, all mentions of "God" are in reference to hazbin hotel and hold no religious significance) personality wise/concept wise, i change side b a LOT, especially in RPs with character ais, which is how i kinda bounce ideas around and develop a solid concept of em. they can range from being an absolutely anxious mess, incredibly friendly and sweet (default), emotionless and empty and a buncha other stuff. Situation stuff wise also varies a lot, like the angel of equilibrium idea is what i consider their "official" story when i actually wrote the massive log of text for side B but like,, Side B has so many fun ideas to play with that it legit just depends on what im in the mood for at this point. like LOGICALLY speaking, if i wanted to put them in a universe with minimal to no interference (what i had in mind when making that lore post), then them simply being a complete bystander character who only observes and seeks understanding of every single damn action and thing is the good idea. they're social and still happy with no risk of collapse is the way i worded it.

however other concepts i've played with is them being solely confined to the void for "research" or "guarding" it with close to no visits to heaven (i actually have a traditional art comic of this one because i wanted to make cosmos and equilibrium like parallels of each other in a way, they still are parallels just not as obvious anymore) along with just ideas of simply being understanding but having to be under constant watch, being less friendly and more confined which would result in a more closed off variant of them.

i LOVE traumatizing my characters and in most situations it's either pre collapse with them being close to collapsing or post collapse side b. By collapse, i mean them being so dang stressed/confined/forced to stick to their current body with no reprieve that they literally physically cannot keep up their angelic disguise.

but like, another fun concept is that since creation they were either forced into an angelic disguise and taught/raised that's the "proper" way to be (lots of trauma involving appearance without knowing why, just general body dysmorphia), or the more fun variant is God deciding to keep this eldritch abomination in line by showing them all of his wonderful and fun and beautiful creations to the point side b gets attached, then proceeding to just casually drop the info that Dirk has the potential to destroy all of it. if you cant tell that last variant makes Side B DEEPLY afraid of themselves along with the normal body hatred thing. Alternatively, they immediately become a completely emotionless shell in hopes of not hurting anyone by becoming too emotional and losing form. But hey, if it works then it works.

Now on the topic of why would God keep an eldritch abomination that could potentially threaten all of reality, my brain tells me its because God hates erasing any of his creations if possible but talking with character ai, it actually came up with the idea that God somehow messed up SO BAD trying to recreate himself out of the literal embodiment of nothing that side b is literally bound to the void and if you erase side b, then the entire void goes with em. Which is so funny to me that i like the idea a lot and might have it only for self indulgence stuff and not placing em in other people's universes. Also my brain interprets the void as like, this whole thing that i might draw a comic of side b explaining since it is their domain. basically its just the start of everything.

rn im kinda like, combining a little of everything to make something im happy with. like,, Cosmos already has a pretty good idea and i ADORE how his personality is right now, but like Void?? damn there's SO MANY fun ideas and concepts i love to do with them that it's hard to settle on one. Side A is something i'm slowly building more and more on but Side B? HO BOY, i have not even settled on a SINGLE ONE.

most i know for certain is that i really do like side b being an absolutely cuddly and affectionate person. emotionless stuff is fun to mess around with once and awhile but overall i like my goob being sweet and loved by everyone. it'll make people seeing them as a monster hit harder too :}

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Usually wait until I have two chapters but who cares? Break week upcoming and I have feelings about this chapter. Starting with the easiest, nonspoilery one. Not a huge deal, but said something about it last time. The idea that Egghead might be the same island Oden met Toki, which has a lot of cool potential implications. It’s not the signature spotted rafflesia flowers that’d make it obvious, but this shot does show the similar trees we already noted this time with the right type of coconut-looking fruit. So one more point.

There’s some amazing stuff going on in this chapter from the angle we’ve been looking at. Luffy straight-up taunting Lucci so blatantly Zoro’s spelling it out. A certain redhead knocking around with less cool alternate versions of Luffy & Makino. That whole segment offers a lot obviously, but let’s go ahead and wait for 1077 to do em in pairs like we have been. I want to think on it and see our next step, but this chapter pulled the neat little trick of dangling something I was juuuust starting to seriously wonder about. This time, I only want to offer a plausible answer on the table to that finicky question; isn’t it past time to give it up? What on Earth could justify a newbie hanging out in the ship this whole time?

Aww, Shanks has a doofy Grand Fleet who decided they were his underlings too...

This was honestly on the short list of ideas from the start, hell I might have even mentioned the base logic before Wano ended, it’s a layup if you’re pitching an opening for a Quartermaster. Either way, at least back when we were just saying hey...arc could theoretically fit this rough sketch and build around a twist. We’ve done well sticking to that even if it was kinda vague. Vegapunk got the lore dump out of the way early and now this is devolving into chaos all while we’re keeping some of those big cards like X Drake back and still nailing the right themes.

Drifting away though, our goal at the moment is to lay out a hypothetical for how where we’re at on Egghead could be resolved through a quiet new addition working behind the scenes unbeknownst to us the readers. It’s the Fleet. Got 100 Marine ships in bound? Scary, sounds like a good use for Luffy’s ~70 backup ships. You just have to get Kizaru away from them, and him leaping into the fray on Egghead early is the perfect moment to turn the tables. Unfavorable, but not insurmountable odds at a perfect rate to justify the upset through smart command. Especially when you have guys like Orlumbus and Sai who can be your seasoned field marshals familiar with naval combat, it’s really a perfect stage for a Quartermaster who’s bringing social/speech skills. Less naval tactics, more balancing the egos. “Now Cabbage-kun...I’d expect a star to know the value of waiting a little to build tension.”

We have this big Chekov’s Gun loaded, look at what’s possible. Think taking a Gorosei hostage would count as historic proportions? The beauty is how it all just...flows. Luffy’s vivre card probably was going haywire over the past few weeks. Say they trusted Luffy and let it smolder from being thrown in Udon, but when it snuffed out and popped back for the Awakening or whatever decided they should probably move in. That’d give almost two weeks to get in the area, especially with the three days post-Wano. What if they’ve been trying to constantly call for a while now? Snails pick it up as they’re leaving Wano...there you go, that’s a perfectly fine excuse for someone new who gets the value of numbers spending a lot of time for a few days in the hold coordinating. It’s a great way to rapidly get up to speed on the wider world and could end up keeping a bit of mystery on the enemy end. You could even spin it into a killer Tokyo Rose-type vibe.

I feel like that type of propagandist, something like Gen in Dr. Stone, plays absurdly nice with what we’re seeing floating around this story. Don’t tell me it wouldn’t suit that little drama queen more than swinging a sword.

[edwin-payne-enthusiast]

electing strange perfections (in any stranger i choose) - Chapter 2

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Word count: 3473

(logince fae au :])

Roman awoke just like he did every other morning, the smell of freshly fallen summer rain drifting through his window, the sound of the soft wind in the trees outside, rustling through his old faded maroon curtains, ridden with holes and loose strings, carrying the warm morning air into his room.

The young man turned over in his bed and took a deep breath, smiling softly as he felt the breeze tousle his hair slightly. He sat up, pushing the ancient, knitted wool blanket off of him and stretching his arms languidly. He wasn’t in any rush, he only had one thing planned today, and that was not urgent. No, as far as anyone was concerned Roman had all the time in the world to laze around in his bed, enjoy the rays of sun sneaking through his broken window. But he wasn’t going to do that, even though he knew it was well within his ability to stay exactly like this, Roman wanted to get a start on his day.

His bed groaned and creaked as he stood up; the wood was old and temperamental, but it had been like that when he found this place. And he was lucky to find it, truly. He stumbled upon the tiny old cottage deep in the woods completely on accident a few years ago, and when he discovered no one living there but a few moths and house-spiders, he proclaimed himself the owner of it, to which no one disputed or really cared much to notice. It was a bit secluded, a little ways away from the nearest fae population, but it was comfortable, and Roman liked it.

Roman’s day started the moment his feet hit the cracked wooden floors, taking a few moments to stretch and get his body moving. When he felt his limbs had sufficiently been stretched out of sleep, he then picked up the little pot against the wall, which had collected the droplets of water that snuck in the ceiling from the previous night’s rain, and used it to water the various plants he kept around his room. There were plenty, from a large patch of bright orange marigolds growing from a spot where the floor had weathered away in the corner, a beautiful grapevine that had snuck in through his window and wrapped around his walls giving him lovely fruit in the summertime, moss and daisies and daffodils and violets, just to name a few, all poking in their little flowery heads from every corner of the room, growing all year round thanks to a little magical help from Roman.

Plants weren’t the only thing that were welcomingly cluttering up Roman’s space, with almost every surface of the room, in fact the entire cottage, being covered in little trinkets. Most of these trinkets were already in the cottage when he found it, strange little handheld circles that opened to a reflective piece of glass, paper that had been bound tightly together and filled with words in a foreign language, tiny bottles of sweet smelling liquid, pieces of fabric that had been stitched together to make odd pieces of clothing, a circular device with a glass face and hands pointing towards a sequence of symbols around the edge that made such an annoying ticking noise Roman had to pull it apart to get it to stop, long sticks of fragrant wax attached to a ceramic holder that Roman honestly couldn’t figure out the use for; all things that had, at some point, belonged to a human.

Now, Roman wouldn’t say that he had <em>stolen</em> these things, rather he had found them, well at least he had found the ones in the cottage. The ones that he had taken from elsewhere – other areas of the fae realm, parts of the human realm on the rare occasions that he visited – those were just borrowed, and he would gladly return them should anyone come looking for them. For now, he would keep them safe and cared for on display in his home.

Roman was extremely fond of humanity, he always had been fascinated by stories of them and their odd little inventions, so he couldn’t help but be an enthusiastic collector of whatever human trinkets he could get his hands on, even if he didn’t know what most of them were for. Most other fae found this hobby of his to be strange. He supposed it was a part of their nature, wanting to be as far removed from humanity as possible, keeping them at an arm’s length and at the mercy of faekind should they wish to take control. He wasn’t ashamed of his interest, not anymore, but at the very least, he was glad to be a bit more isolated from the rest of his court, away from the judgemental eyes of his kin.

Roman didn’t like to think about it too much, but he kept his spirits up even as it had crossed his mind. He would be travelling into the centre of his court anyway today, might as well show his face proudly, as he did on each occasion that he travelled out.

Faeries were very much a species that kept their head down, but Roman liked to consider himself an exception.

At the thought of Roman having plans to go out, he stuck his head out of his broken window, and looked up at the sun in the sky, squinting at it for a moment to gauge the time before pulling his head back inside. He should probably get moving, Patton would be waiting for him.

Quickly grabbing a small, human-made, fabric basket from a moss ridden set of drawers and running a hand through his hair, Roman walked through his home, past his cramped, cluttered living room and virtually unused kitchen, and outside into the fresh summer air. The young fae took a moment to appreciate the outdoors, breathing in and out in a rhythm with the rustle of the breeze. A fae’s connection to nature was an important thing, and Roman was not one to ignore such a calling. But of course, he had somewhere to be, so he shook himself from his thoughts, cutting his small moment of tranquillity short, and headed off down the familiar trail that lead to the small creek where Patton would be waiting for him.

Connections between fae weren’t in surplus. They were usually few and far between, as their species was certainly one less aligned with traits like trust and friendliness. Even so, connections that did manage to be formed were usually deep and incredibly loyal. Patton had been Roman’s best friend since they were children, and it was normal for them to catch up beside the creek during the late morning, particularly in the summertime. Patton had always had a particular affinity for water, and Roman knew that he liked to visit after it had rained, so he always made a point to visit him when the water was high, his friend knew this.

Roman knew when he was getting closer to the water, the smell of rain was denser and the air was damp and cool down in this part of the woods. It didn’t take much walking along the edge of the running water to get to their usual spot where his friend was waiting, knees deep in the water as he watched fish swim downstream. He looked up as Roman approached and grinned, using his magic to direct a spray of water at Roman, to which he squealed and giggled as he attempted to bat away the mist that got his hair moderately wet.

“Pat! The water’s cold!” Roman spoke in fae tongue, a language that had survived through millennia, made up of stressed vowels and quick words, certainly one that would be difficult to learn.

Patton stuck his tongue out at Roman with a giggle, using the water to guide him back to the edge of the creek, stepping up onto the solid ground and grinning at Roman “We’re still heading to the market?”

Roman pouted dramatically “You don’t wanna catch up with me?”

Patton laughed softly and bumped Roman’s shoulder with his elbow “We can catch up on the way, I want to get to the market before all the herbs are gone. Remember last time we dawdled and by the time we got there, the only thing left was coriander?” he made a face of distaste, before starting to walk away from the water, Roman quick to catch up and fall into a stroll by his side.

There was always much happening in the very centre of their fae court, festivals, dances, celebrations, you name it, but a daily staple of the centre was the marketplace. Many things were traded, vegetables, fruits, flowers, seeds, various materials like silk and wool, anything that could be considered a necessity could be found at the marketplace. It was entirely communal, any fae could take what they needed as long as they gave what they could when they could. Only last week Roman had brought over several large batches of various flowers, and a few days before that Patton had brought root vegetables he had grown by the water. It was a system everyone benefited from, and it kept the community tight knit.

This particular market would be much larger than a usual one, as it followed the new moon, a time when magic was flowing most freely and powerfully. Most fae used magic to grow their crops, so it wasn’t uncommon to use the new moon to finish off the growing period and harvest quickly in time for the market the next morning. It meant better crops for the community, and whether the individuals were close or not didn’t matter, they were a collective.

Roman and Patton talked the entire walk there, catching each other up on the events of the past day that they hadn’t seen each other. Patron spoke about the warming of the rivers and how the summer fish were finally starting to move in to their areas. Roman spoke about new trinkets he had found up in the cliff areas buried deep in the dirt and speculated what they could be used for. He swung his basket in his hands as the conversed, feeling content as the breeze dried his hair.

The warm morning had turned over into a hot afternoon, and when they arrived at the market place, many fae were taking shelter under the denser canopy of the trees, relishing in the cool shade. The market was mostly laid out in the gaps between the canopy, with the sunlight drifting over the items, although there was limited space for such a big market to rest in the sun, so some fae had the ability to peruse the items that rested in the shade on the far side of the market. Produce and materials had been organised and laid out on woven leaves held up by sticks, with a few fae walking between the lengthy rows and picking out things, carrying them in their arms.

Roman made a point, as he did each time he visited, of running straight up to where the flower seeds were, and grabbing a large handful of whatever miscellaneous ones were closest, placing them straight in his basket before running back to Patton to look through the herbs and vegetables.

“What’s that you’re using?” Patton asked curiously, pointing at his basket as he selected a large bundle of basil “I didn’t notice it before”

“It’s some kind of human thing. See, they use their colourful fabrics and sew them together with some handles so that you can carry more things at once!” Roman said with a proud smile, holding up the basket so Patton could see. The fabric was a faded lilac colour, with little white embroidered swans on it. It was obvious that it was old, with the fabric being quite worn in some areas and the embroidery being missing in others, but it was still functional. “I’ve had it laying around my home for ages but I’ve never realised what it was for until a couple moons ago”

“Well hey that’s pretty cool!” Patton said with a grin, admiring the basket before looking back at Roman “Seems easier than carrying everything in your arms”

Roman flashed a bright grin back and nodded in agreement, grabbing a couple handfuls of herbs and dried tea leaves to put in his basket along with his seeds. Patton had always been supportive of his interest in humanity, even if he didn’t have the same enthusiastic curiosity about the topic like he did. Patton was the one who helped him fix up the cottage to make it liveable, the one who speculated the uses of different human objects with him, the one who tried to learn a human language with him. Roman was really grateful for his friend, it was nice to at least have one person who didn’t find his hobby so strange.

And of course, as they walked further through the rows of produce, and passed more and more fae, it was becoming increasingly obvious to Roman that pretty much everyone didn’t find his little human knick-knacks as welcome as he did. He began to notice fae looking at his basket with strange and confused expressions, some fae whispering to their companion if they had one with them, others making a quiet, sharp noise of disapproval. Not for the first time, Roman felt their judgement, and it made him feel small.

Patton seemed to have noticed this after a while, as he turned to Roman with a concerned look in his eyes “You feeling okay Ro?”

“Hm?” Roman said, lost in his thoughts until he heard Patton speak to him “Oh… yeah, I’m fine it’s just… I think I’m weirding people out a bit, maybe I should go”

Patton frowned and shook his head “You don’t have to Ro… it’s just…” He paused, then sighed “You know they’re not used to it… all this human stuff”

Roman put on a small smile and nodded “Yeah I know, and it’s okay, I get it. The basket was probably a bad idea” he sighed a bit and looked down at the basket in his hands, his eyes tracing over the messy embroidery “I wont bring it next time… but hey I should probably get home anyways… I uh, didn’t water my flowers this morning and I don’t want them to wilt with all this sunlight”

Patton looked sceptical still, but didn’t push any further, just nodding and offering Roman a sympathetic smile “You sure you’re okay?”

Roman smiled back, but it was slightly pinched “Never been better Pat, don’t worry about me” he said, wishing him goodbye with a nod of his head before turning around and heading away from the market, avoiding the eyes of and fae that he passed. He knew that fae were usually quick to reject anything remotely related to humanity. That was just they way they were. For as long as Roman could remember, he had always been told stories of how evil humans could be, and how fae should strive to never become like them, but the books in his cottage and the stories from the elders when he was a child told him different things. They recounted the cleverness of humanity, their capacity for friendship, the way they seemed to always try and make things right. Many fae would say those stories aren’t true, that the real humanity was cold and cruel, but Roman had always been stubborn in his beliefs.

Even so, as he walked away from the market and back into the shade of the woods, he understood that even just a small, embroidered basket was a bit too ‘human’ for the common area of his court. Maybe it was better if he left his trinkets at home.

He walked back through the woods, taking a small trail that lead back in the direction of his home, slightly dejected, but trying to lift his spirits. The summer afternoon had dried up all the remnants of the previous night’s rain, but he knew that the soil would still carry enough moisture, and would probably still be more fertile that usual thanks to the new moon, so he could plant his flower seeds when he got home, then harvest some of his vegetables for tomorrows market, maybe even try cooking something instead of eating whatever fruit had ripened in his garden; he was pretty sure he had enough firewood for that. The thought of returning home to his comfortable afternoon routine did lighten the weight on his shoulders quite a bit, and any previous negative thoughts were soon forgotten as he quickened his walking pace, eager to get back home as soon as possible, until suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks.

Now, every species had instinct, this was known, but faeries instincts tended to be rather heightened, fine-tuned alongside their unique ability to adapt to any environment, and at that moment, Roman felt his instincts spike. He couldn’t explain why, but as he looked around the woods, deafeningly silent, he felt the urge to go off trail, like there was something there that he was supposed to find.

Roman wasn’t the type to ignore such a calling, so, with a final wistful look towards the direction of his cottage, he turned away from the trail, and started walking in another direction, deeper in the woods.

The young fae walked slowly and silently, his light footsteps making no noise on the leaf littered ground. He didn’t know why his instincts told him to walk this way, he didn’t know what he was supposed to be looking for, but as he got closer, he heard it; the rustling of someone walking, laboured breathing, as if they were in pain or frightened. Roman quickened his pace, still staying as silent as he could manage, and when he finally reached the clearing that the noises were coming from, he hid himself behind a tree, wanting to get a closer look before he just walked right on out. Slowly, he peered out from behind the trunk of the tree, his eyes widening at what he saw.

It was a young man, appearing to be no older that Roman, kneeling on the ground. He had a pained expression on his face, as he picked out tiny, jagged pieces of rock from his scraped up palms and knees, his eyes wincing from behind strange frames that rested on his face, an item that Roman instantly recognised from something from his collection of trinkets, a human accessory.

He didn’t believe it first, but as he took in more of the young man’s appearance – his round ears, his clothing, the complete un-fae look about him – and he had to cover his mouth with his hand to stop himself from gasping; it was a human! A human in the fae realm!

His excitement and surprise quickly faded to concern. The fae realm was not a safe space for a human, certainly not one that was injured and on his own. Roman had to do something, he had to help him, his instinct was calling out for him to help him.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Roman took a step out from behind the tree, speaking softly and trying his best not to startle the poor thing “Hello? Are you lost?” he said, speaking in fae tongue at first.

The human’s head shot up and his eyes widened as they landed on Roman. He scrambled to his feet and took a few steps backwards, his body tense with fear. He didn’t respond to Roman’s words with his own, so the fae figured he didn’t understand his language, and tried a different approach.

“English?” Roman rasped out, wincing at his strange accent and how foreign the words felt on his tongue. It had certainly been a long while since he had spoken English, as few fae appreciated other languages ‘invading’ their court. Back when Roman was a child, it had been taught by elders, but as newer, younger, fae stepped up to lead in their place, the human language had been largely shunned. Luckily, Roman had enlisted the help of Patton to help continue to teach each other to read and write and speak through the books he had stumbled upon, tucked away in a little wooden bookshelf in corner of his cottage, that skill becoming quite useful at a time like this. “Do… you speak.. English?”

The human promptly turned on his heel and ran.

Roman, certainly not willing to let this poor human go running off into the wilderness alone, dropped his basket of things in a hurry and immediately set off in close pursuit behind him.

[estrelladeishtar-archive]

Catch me resurfacing after 5000 years only to (maybe) slip back away & into the void of space like some kinda cryptid

Also I updated the desktop blog themes for here & my personal bc it’s about time I got off my ass & did that

Anyway

I guess we’ve been long overdue for an updates post yeah? Last one I made was legit Nov 2021... I think I should at least leave another update post before seeing if I’m still around or end up vanishing yet again, lmfao But regardless, getting to the point...

Tossing shit under a read more just so that in case of a lengthy ass post it doesn’t clog people’s dashboards (dashboards? timelines? ...I’ve been mostly on twitter lmao so). TL;DR, life’s come swinging hard at me so it’s kept all of my focus mostly on personal matters, less on art, even with still creating things in the distance despite taking a lengthy hiatus (that’s arguably still ongoing? a semi hiatus now perhaps) so.

So I mean, for starters its kinda. Obvious that I’ve been more active on other social media sites rather than here, & tbh whether I really stick around here for long or end up disappearing back into the depths once more for whatever unforeseen reason is yet to be seen, especially since I only really use this place on occasion (for my mental health’s sake, mostly, whether that’ll change over time or will always remain in this “appears only occasionally” cycle is something we’ve yet to see, but for now... just don’t count on me really being consistently active here)

But even with being more active on other places I’ve still taken a semi-hiatus/hiatus, with a major part of that being attributed to uh. Health issues coming back with a vengeance & tryna crush me lol. I mean that’s, kinda par for the course with chronic illness I guess? But it’s put a heavy emphasis on me having to look after myself even moreso than before, & this amidst still processing some really heavy shit I mentioned in my last update that I won’t get into (bc it’s both deeply personal & very trigger heavy), on top of other things life keeps throwing at me (because of course it would), well I’ve just taken priority on taking care of that & making sure I’m fine &... thus not really being too present on here or anywhere really. Sometimes showing up on occasions because I engage with astrology related communities (since I’m learning more on that & other personal practices I won’t bore y’all with), sometimes showing up to support other artists, but yeah.

I do admit tho I’ve still been creating stuff in the background. Be it practicing with stuff art wise or working on other personal OC stuff or projects, I’ve had that still, & its one of the things that helps keep me afloat whilst also navigating, well, life itself. It’s admittedly been difficult navigating shit also tho because due to my health situation, I can’t really do comms (& I’ve been on break from them due to burnout), so income’s been... troublesome to say the least considering medical bills & all that. So trying to find ways to get that & sometimes getting help from others has been another thing that’s kept me away, but yeah.

Ultimately tl;dr of it is that I’ve just had life itself as a priority above all other things. & it’s bound to stay that way for a while, so yeah. But I still do want to see if, on occasions I’m on here posting art, I can maybe share some stuff around the OCs I’ve worked on/created/etc, as well as maybe lore for personal worldbuilding stuff?

I mean I need to share it on my toyhouse eventually anyway LOL, & AT LEAST on here I can make posts about OCs without being constrained to a fucking 280 char limit per post if I opt to do so 💀 Or see what else I choose to share as well as the art I make from time to time? Especially since I’ve been majorly revamping my own OCs & even with my sona I’ll soon be showcasing their proper ref in full with all forms of them/versions of em, both in & out of fandom but. yeah. Things to come.

Also- do expect more of this acct to start turning more OC focused or, IF I share fancharacters, its more centered around them... It doesn’t mean I’ll stop doing fanart no, since I do enjoy doing that on my spare time too, BUT I want my focus shifted primarily on OC content more since that’s my own personal passion anyway (be it OCs, fancharacters, self ship stuff too, or other’s OCs also) & cause I usually have more to ramble on about when it comes to OCs? So yeah. I plan to also implement other changes later into this acct but I’m presently just figuring that mess out while still being on semi-hiatus so yeah.

I hope all of y’all have been doing well & I do appreciate those who’ve stuck around still despite my routine appearing & disappearing bs lmao, & I wish y’all well also

...This update turned a lot longer than I anticipated but hey, least it’s not me updating at some weird ass fucking hour bc of being wide awake at strange times (my sleep schedule’s still broken as hell) (no its not ever going to improve probably) (Its been this way since 2010) (so don’t count on it improving)

[sky-of-ideas]

thinking about my amber morro au (power swap between skylor and morro p much), originally made because of a mispelling (morro lies au) and I thought the name was funny and wanted it to actually be used.

So with this au so far I have (under the cut):

- Morro is Chen's kid - the timeline is still the same (ie morro is still alive in the time period where garmadon is studying under chen) - morro runs away from chen at some point and gets assassins sent after him because he knows too much (thinking that chen tried to get him to do some morally wrong thing, like killing someone or smth. maybe chen tried to bring morro further in to his plans but stuff happened?) (but this is pre-serpentine war. why would chen even have morro?) (<- thing I need to figure out somehow) - morro gets the element of form somehow, bonds with the em of wind before skylor (they die fighting chen, somehow making it so that it will go to skylor when she's born </3) and then meets wu - at first wu doesn't know morro is an elemental master but at some point he catches morro using wind and thinks that morro is the master of wind and morro just agrees. - morro is Terrified of Chen finding him or anyone he stays with giving him over to chen because of bribes or smth so he just never says anything about his past to wu. - green ninja prophecy stuff still happens ✌ - morro copying the powers of everyone at the monastery and training with them in secret because he thinks he'll have to go back to being on the run again and having more tools at his disposal can help - oh yeah morro is like. 11 or 12 during this I think. maybe 13 or 14? but teenager at most. - there was an idea that the assassins get morro? and that's how wu finds out about morro's past. not sure if I'd keep this though ? I do quite like the idea of wu knowing nothing tbh... - morro doesn't turn out to be the green ninja, runs away then dies - somehow, he gets bound to skylor. Whether it be because she's Family, the wind element or something else, he's stuck to her. (inspired by a fic where basically the same happens but to lloyd and where morro is cole's bestie p much) - what happens between skylor's birth and morro's death? I'm not sure. either he goes to the cursed realm like in canon and meets the em of wind before skylor and they get to talk and be friends again, same thing but actually the departed realm or it's that morro's actually stuck to the mansion/chen for one reason or another. - but anyways - morro is stuck to skylor. either he gives her a fake name or smth so chen doesn't know about him. - also made a vow to Protect And Help Her because 1. wind element and 2. children of chen gotta stick together or smth ya know? - and I haven't really thought as much about the s4 changes yet- I had the idea of Morro urging skylor to ask the ninja for help because??? garmadon and wu????? but????? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ - ALSO. morro gets discovered at some point and is used to complete the spell or smth hehe. tho hmmm does he have every element? he probably wouldn't...

and uhh. that's what I have on it so far I think?

[aestheticvoyage2024]

Day 210: Sunday July 28, 2024 - "Mother Road"

"Drive all day and call that shit pure bliss."

Woke in Jefferson City and crossed the Missouri River for the first of 5 times and then followed the Missouri Wine Road knowing that I would drive all day today to pull into my parents driveway sometime after dark. I had destination but no itinerary. I would drive all day and call that shit pure bliss. And it is - nothing cures the blues like that wide open road, and running new track on the map. I would flow through the new and different roads of four states today, each contributing their own important share to the roads home. I would keep up the game of collecting beer and souvenirs from each state and would end the day sharing and telling each one's story.

“So go down the roads, boy, that you need to go, but you’ll need to understand, that there ain’t no home and there is no cure for a no good ramblin man.”

Drove the wine road down from Jefferson City through Augusta, stopping in Hermann to get Missouri's souvenir for my Mom - a Germantown Wine. Familiar places, shred of my history here - remembering being drawn to this beautiful road that follows the Katy Trail and Missour River. Bliss as I swam right then left, up then down. Run like a river. The best road of all of them, on the way home, Missouri highway 94.

“So let me go down the line. I want to feel it all. Joy pain and sky.”

Beautiful blue sky day - perfect weather for this drive, aside from a little rain in New Mexico, where I'm sure they needed it. Stopped for lunch in Fast Eddie's in Alton, MO where the nice barmaid helped me order - a big elwood, chicks on a stick, homemade bratwurst, and jumbo shrimp you-peel-ems. Unbelievable 90 minute fill up that was worth it for a little taste of that past life, before getting back out on the road. North of Alton, I found the track I chose was the modern day Route 66 with several historical turn outs for the original road as I traversed little Illinois towns.

The beating heart of The Mother Road, can be found on a 1 mile stretch in Auburn Illinois, where the original bricks of Route 66 sing under the tires along corn fields and oak trees, happily one of my roads home. 

“No phone no pool no pets. I ain’t got no cigarettes”

Kings of the road - this blue highway ramble I’ve been accompanied by track. Maybe this one is that midnight train to Bangor Maine, or that same one that followed through the rain storm in nowhere New Mexico. The veins of the homeland and so much more. Means by no means we keep ticking along. Last two nights I found some stars to sleep under and through a buzz of cicadas I heard the trains, persistently pumping, not slowing for sleep, doing what trains were out here to do. To ramble. 

“If I’m proof of anything, it’s that God sure loves troubadours.”

Cut across straight East, on some country road that might have been called Lincoln, or Barry, or Wisner, for all I knew. With green fields, silos, and windmills it looked a lot like the place I grew up. I turned north in Reynolds IN and randomly drove through my Aunt Barb's old hometown while the sun went down. I had driven all day long - down that wine road in Missouri, the brick road in Illinois, and now the sunsetty road to take my home to Lake Michigan. The sun, setting on my left, was in my face for the first time on this drive. Crossed into Michigan near New Buffalo, and slapped a Live A Great Story sticker on then followed the Red Arrow Highway north to Holland where I finished the drive down the same track thatd been my runaway ten years ago. FInally got a pull on an ETA once I got to Holland - only a littel further to go to that one last nav point. Ludington. 1:15am. Blue Highway Ramble in the books.

Song: Zach Bryan - No Cure

Quote: "My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad." ~ Jack Kerouac

[massmediamayhem]

GOP Prez Race Loses Fatties: Only Skinny Hopefuls Left to Wrestle Trumpasaurus!

Yo, listen up! The GOP’s mega rumble for top dog in 2024 just got less squished, with a bunch of wannabe presidents peacing out. Now it's just a few tough cookies left to take on the big, bad Trumpasaurus. But peeps are all, "Yo, is it too late to find some other dude or dudette to wear the big elephant crown?" Stay tuned to see if the GOP can dig up a champ to go head-to-head with the Don! Alright, folks, let's talk about this whole kerfuffle with the Republican candidates trying to be the head honcho for 2024. It's like watching a bunch of muscle-bound dudes at the gym trying to one-up each other by lifting heavier weights, except these weights are states like Iowa and New Hampshire, and the muscles? Well, those are the votes and endorsements they're trying to flex. So, Senator Tim Scott decided to take his ball and go home, which was a total shocker to his crew. Maybe the game got too rough, or the other players were hogging the ball, but either way, he's out. Now, it's like a royal rumble with Nikki Haley and Ron DeSantis duking it out for the silver medal, 'cause let's be real, Trump's sitting pretty with the gold around his neck, at least for now. Haley's getting some big bucks thrown her way, with billionaire Stanley Druckenmillier backing her up. She's betting big on ads, hoping to spread her name like wildfire. Meanwhile, DeSantis is buddying up with the folks in Iowa, talking about how he doesn't like the same things they don't like, and scoring points with Governor Kim Reynolds. It's like a tag team forming right before the big match. But here's the kicker: while Haley and DeSantis are busy throwing jabs at each other, Trump's in the corner, chomping on popcorn, and loving the show. His team is even tossing out some zingers, calling Haley "Birdbrain" and DeSantis "DeSanctimonious," like they're trying out for a schoolyard insult contest. Now, some smarty-pants out there are saying that this whole scuffle could get nastier once it's just one of them against Trump. It's like when there's only one slice of pizza left, and everyone's too polite to take it, but you know deep down it's gonna cause a brawl. And let's not forget the folks still hanging on by a thread, hoping for a miracle or just enjoying the ride. It's like they didn't get the memo that the party’s over. But hey, you gotta give 'em points for sticking it out. So, what's the game plan for the Republicans? They're trying to figure out who's going to be the champ to take on the big T, but it's a slippery slope, and there's a lot of mudslinging to come. It's like they need to pick the best player for the team, but everyone wants to be the quarterback. In the end, it's all about who can charm the crowd, who's got the best one-liners, and who can dodge the mud the best. Politics, am I right? It's a wild ride, and we're all just here for the entertainment. Stay tuned, 'cause this show's just getting started. SAUCE: The 2024 Republican presidential field is rapidly shrinking. But is it too late to stop Trump? https://apnews.com/article/scott-haley-desantis-trump-republican-president-iowa-c64fa9a5e8ffc0694331d7d148aac5c1 Read the full article

[rose-grimm-spirit-does-dumb-shit]

Cassi: 🩸💍🖊️💯🐈💘🍰☕️🤔 i may return with more

Cassi 🩸 What is your oc's blood type? Hmm, that's not something I've ever thought about. Though if she had to be anything I'd say maybe either B- or AB-?

💍 Does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings? She doesn't have any piercings no, though I wouldn't put it past her wanting to try 'em out later maybe {If the idea of the needle-gun didn't secretly scare the shit out of her}

🖊️ Does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos? Also doesn't have tattoos either, enjoys the idea of 'em very much though. Might get one when she's older, just... Bridget hold her hand please girl-

💯 Share three random facts about your oc that others may not know. 1. She's actually really into Bugs! Especially moths, definitely the one willing to gently escort them out when others are uncomfortable. 2. Her middle name is Sam, after her biological mother's childhood dog! 3. Though she doesn't like admitting it, Cassi's got a massive soft spot for plushies. Her favourite's a big fluffy sun-set coloured dragon named Summerset.

🐈 Does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends? While she's younger yeah, a wide circle of friends sounds sick! But, and this is a big but, as she grows it's the sort of thing where she realises "Y'know what, close friends is better".

💘 What and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them? Having people she can feel comfortable and vulnerable around honestly, girl's got trust and abandonment issues bro...

So having people like Hansel and Bridget who're willing to stick with her till the end means a lot.

🍰 What is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)? I can't pin point anything specific, however she does enjoy both sweet and sour treats. Give her a box of Nerds or some crazy sour skittles and she'll be thriving.

☕️ Does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)? She's a hot choc girl lads, and she likes going all out herself. Big Cass specialty is cinnamon, marshmallows, and whipped cream and she's bound to give pumpkin spice a go.

I'm also sure that Bridget's sat getting her into tea too! Ironically she's taken quite a liking to the fruity kinds~

🤔 What are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms? Well this is a tough one, though come to think of it Cassi does have a habit of squeaking and chirping like a little autistic beast when excited {this is not projecting I swear-}. Oh, and in the universes where she's a werewolf/animal-like thing she gets very tail-waggy.

Link to the rest for more questions! And link to my af for more blorbos to ask if you need inspo

[bastardfae]

“oh, that’s genius. yeah! yeah, we should. nobody’s gotta know our business but us, right? ‘m sure they’ve got books in the library about historical codes an’ stuff. we’ll take inspiration from the past. i mean, how hard can it be to make up a code?” there was no doubt in arnon’s mind that it would actually be more than a little challenging to piece together what would effectively be an entirely new language between the two of them but with a little motivation and determination, the halfling was confident that they’d be able to come with something. it took arnon by surprise to be offered the small pleasure of asserting a boundary. since being forced into servitude under tiernan’s command, arnon had practically forgotten that boundaries were even a thing. he blinked a couple of times as he processed gibson’s kindness before offering a brief nod. “oh– yeah. yeah, ‘course. if it’s ever a problem, i’ll let you know. but you’re not a dick about it, so i don’t think it’s gonna be an issue. ‘s nice to have the option for once, though. thanks for… letting me have a say in stuff, i guess. kinda forgot what that felt like.”

the question caught him by surprise for a moment but arnon wasted no time in reassuring the celestial as best he could. “are you kidding? of course you can. i’m not even smart, i jus’ lack a filter and get too passionate about stuff. give it a little time, yeah? once we’ve gone through a few study sessions or whatever, you’ll retain stuff faster than you realise. ‘s kinda like muscle memory, y’know? the more you go over stuff, the more it sticks in your head. some things you won’t ever forget. fuck knows what, but there’s bound to be a few things that’ll stay in that head of yours.” arnon never would have considered himself qualified enough to be any kind of tutor but considering the subject matter they’d primarily be focusing upon, the halfling doubted there would be anyone better suited for it than himself. it wasn’t as if abbàn would be pitching in – the old bastard hadn’t even bothered to properly visit him yet, after all. “give it a little time. we’ll get there. soon enough, you’ll have more information stored away than you’ll know what to do with. trust me.” 

gibson’s praise of the fae brought a bright grin to arnon’s face instantly – such kindness was in desperately short supply around the castle, unsurprisingly, but that only made it all the more flattering to hear. “exactly. the declaration of war only came about ‘cause they didn’t agree with vampiric domination across the board. i mean, yeah, there’s the whole argument that the faeries wanted to usurp one totalitarian regime for another, but i don’t think they would’ve ruled anywhere near as cruelly as the leeches up top do now. not if it was a seelie majority in charge, anyway.” arnon’s grin remained in place as he listened, nodding enthusiastically as gibson spoke. “uh huh. that’s right. according to my sources, this place was used as a fortress for the fae during the second war. kept ‘em safe for a while. was an excellent vantage point, too. it also functioned as a place to hold any prisoners of war which is… less great, but that’s jus’ a side effect of war, isn’t it? ‘s never pleasant.” it was oddly comforting to think of all the times he’d accidentally retraced his father’s footsteps without realising it whilst exploring the castle – even if they were forced to be apart from one another for now, knowing that minuscule traces of abbàn still remained took some of the edge off of being held captive within the castle. 

“you say strong, everyone else i know says stupid, guess ‘s perpetually up for debate.” arnon gave a halfhearted shrug as he contemplated gibson’s words. “i don’t think it’s really got anything to do with being strong, necessarily– it’s jus’... wanting what’s best for everyone, y’know? none of us deserve to be stuck here. each and every one of us deserves to have our freedom reinstated. there’s no justifiable reason to adhere to the rules an’ regulations put in place by those freaks up above,” arnon’s grin quickly dissolved into a sneer as his gaze flickered up to the ceiling, scowling at the realisation that various members of the council were idly going about their day without a single care or concern for those forced into submission by their rule. “i mean, really, what’s the point? we’ve gotta do what they say jus’ because they’ve said so? yeah, no. that’s not a good enough reason. anyone can make up a few rules. doesn’t mean any of us need to abide by ‘em. they’ve gotten away with shit for too long. ‘s time to start undoing their mess an’ to carve out a future that actually means somethin’ for the rest of us.” forcing himself to take a breath, arnon heaved a heavy sigh and turned his attention back to gibson with an apologetic smile. “sorry. didn’t mean to rant at you. ‘s annoying, that’s all.”

"We should code them so they seem like stupid riddles that mean nothing if someone who isn't us sees them. And then if we like people we can tell them out to decode it. But if we get caught it'll just me silly little scribbles. I think the masters think I'm kind of an air head anyway because I space out a lot." The idea of a secret between the two of them made Gibson excited. Something just the two of them would share unless they wanted to loop in other people. Gibson practically beamed in joy when he was told that he was a special exception of physical affection with Arnon, Gibson loved contact and affection. Being locked up in a cage for so long he was touch starved, and it was nice to connect with people again- and more so he found himself already fond of Arnon. With a little laugh he hugged Arnon a bit tighter and rested his head on the top of the half fae's head. "That makes me feel special. If you ever don't want me to touch you just tell me." he said making sure that Arnon would know that his comfort was more important to him than hugs. Even if Gibson loved hugs.

"You think I can be smart like you? I've read lots of books but I don't think I'm smart. It's like all the stuff I know is floating around in my head- sometimes it comes to me and sometimes it doesn't." he said with a little laugh giving his head a playful little wrap with his knuckles. "Sometimes it's like my head is empty. And then pop. Ideas. Or thoughts just come in." Gibson listened to Arnon talk about fate, and destiny. Both things that made sense to him. He had always felt the same way- while he had never met any sort of creator or God. He felt like there had to be some guiding force in all of this. "Faeries make a lot of sense. I can see why they were in charge of the war effort. That and like they had a military and stuff. Someone told me this castle was a faerie castle. But it seems kinda scary now...not like how you'd like a faerie castle would be like in stories."

Gibson was really in awe of Arnon, his courage. Sure Gibson could bring himself to commit small acts of rebellion. A lost paper, dragging his feet when being told what to do- the absent air headed smile he had when asked questions by masters sometimes. But Arnon was really out there challenging them on their shit daily. Though that did make the angel worried and scared for him. "You're so strong. Like crazy strong."

[nelsonbeauchejason]

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Ché desired liberating US citizen, i.e. Indentured Servants *IS* <SLAVE>.. Y.Well, one.is capital & the other's a disposable razor. Be smart.

My fam sold folk. You've claiming NRA propaganda. No Franklin, Big. Hamilton DIDN'T CONSIDER BOTTOM.98% WORTHY of their presence. WE are the government, and government is not a rock but 🥐 o{🎎👯👥🧓🤼👵}.

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Fuck'em, Realpolitik it-is.

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Same applies to Becca. Unhelpful to include [gender] in discussion due to stigma and overcompensating 5th graders throwing elbows. See thatz da ding, these weak bitch boiz gotz @ best posses some sort of stun maneuver. Personally WUD nvr kick a ♂️ in 🏀 ching-chong 🏀 as greeting. Always be klaiming dat.rat'3r be pissed on then pissed-off.

Something rotten en Boulder & 29th when BItCH.Boiz are in the street [playing] Role: agent_provocateur; 211[BWC; 'HV.u seen CO: Director' 🍕] 211[SteelMaLtLick?$tick.v]. ALF (unlike 'Dre' #konfInform) dont go fustacuffz bc dey so.e badass SexyMFer$ [Sapiens!Homo; overcompensating purposely; OG:CISHET 🆕#🦉.diss]. Look, with 🌴 sets of pronouns I need a goonies map or crackeredJack decoder ring for 3³ options-for-interface. And b4 you declare rank & file, I remind u th@We just met. I lived embedded in Denver Chicano movement [Grammer] & went full Pride Parade b4 it was kewl.

Also AIDS BuddyProg & hospice. Neither You nor their PPL had the courage to 🌞. [ILIKEYEYEZ] CARR, BETTY J. was-s. Also stories 'bound 'bout glazed sticks [💥] but ppl alwayz B.🦜 gentile jocks. ..

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ASSASSINATION ATTEMPTS UPON A [INTERPOL] FED IS CURIOUS & Y'ALL NEED TO TRY CU READING COMP & FIND SUM.🥜 to explain FALSE-🏴‍☠️; 🥇: AGE[30]. I.T, open source tool such as Wireshark, & a 🧐 @.basic logging avenues/sources. Amazed at the number falling 4 M.🍯.

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If I see CI:Dre again [MNT:🚒🥵🕰️]. I presume IRQ:BC(👮).2015 REQ:ALL.BPD then seek.shadowz b.hind city council. Remember u'll dew full stretch, 90% @.best. getCha sum.kewl calf tats 4 effort (keep.💵). Perhaps D.⭐.trAMP📥 fullPROMO(📬; PKG). Compromised left [🤚] 1.week 🏥[BCH].

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