#or maybe a hat with connected needles

[scrawlingwithstyle]

I'm making a present for my friend & learned a new stitch pattern for it. Unfortunately it's going to take forever. (This is 43 stitches, 28 rows, and it took me like 3 hours.)

[mrrharper]

Army Surplus

Why Jake walked into the Army Surplus store, he didn’t know why exactly he did that. It was probably boredom. He’d been roaming the streets of downtown for a while, not having anything to do before his date that evening, so on a whim he decided to go inside. The store was located in a basement of one of these old, 19th century row houses and the entire space was filled with clothes, used gear and tons of little things left behind by the military.

As Jake walked around stacks of boxes he noticed the guy sitting behind the counter. He was an older man wearing a camo jacket and aviator sunglasses, and his haircut screamed Army. Maybe he was a veteran and ran the place as a way to connect with his past.

He didn’t find anything really worth buying, after all Jake was not into anything military related, but he would feel guilty walking out empty handed, so he ended up with a cheap pair of sunglasses and a chain with a pair of random dog tags attached. He walked up to the counter and handed the items to the older man, who looked at him and a slight grin appeared on his previously very stoic face.

“Haven’t seen you around here.” He extended his hand towards Jake. “I’m Lieutenant George Foster.”

“Oh, uhm” Jake clumsily shared the man’s hand, not expecting an interaction to occur between the two of them. “And uhh… I’m Jake… sir. I was just walking along the street when I uhhh… when I noticed this… place.”

“I see, I see” The veteran nodded as he added up the price of the items Jake picked up. “I hope I’ll see you around more often, son.”

“Well, uhhhhh, maybe, I’m… I’m not really into…” Jake didn’t know hat to say so he vaguely moved his hands around. The older man chuckled.

“Of course, son” He handed Jake the dog tags and the sunglasses back. “That’ll be 12.55.” Jake quickly paid for the items with his phone and put them in his pocket.

“Thanks” He nodded to the other man and left the store, even as he heard the veteran say something in his direction. That entire space didn’t feel quite right and the way the older man behaved didn’t help that feeling.

But as he walked out of the store and into the street a thought appeared in Jake’s mind. He had to put the dog tags on. Just to see how they looked on him. He was a never the type of guy to wear necklaces, jewelry or stuff like that, but he felt an urge to see the two pieces of metal dangling over his chest. He took them out of his pocket and put them on, then quickly shot a selfie of himself to see how they looked. And they looked fine. Just a thin steel ball chain around his neck and the dog tags resting on his rather flat pecs. Jake shrugged and started walking again, still having a lot of time to spare before his date.

He didn’t realize that the moment he put the chain around his neck, his body started changing. Slowly at first, a bit more hair appearing under his armpits and on his chest and legs, his neck getting thicker and his cock gaining girth and length. But after that, the big changes began. His pecs shot outwards, turning into meaty pillows. His shoulders widened, his arms exploded with muscles, his biceps now the size of footballs. His stomach expanded, now thicker and with abs clearly visible. His legs grew longer as well, and the muscles on them ballooned and hardened.

When the physical changes were complete Jake, still oblivious to any of them, stopped walking. Another thought appeared in his mind. A similar urge as last time, but now it was about the sunglasses. He needed to put them on. He reached into his pocket and took out a pair of basic military-style sunglasses and put them on his head. Right after that, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his skull, as if a needle had been forced into his brain. He leaned against a nearby tree and waited for the pain to go away.

When the pain did go away Sergeant… wait, what was his name? He looked around and realized he did not know where he was. That was concerning. But he knew he couldn’t panic. He was a soldier, he would deal with this. First thing. For some reason he couldn’t remember his name. That was concerning, but he decided to deal with this later. Now onto the second, more important thing - where was he. He looked around for a few minutes, but nothing came up in his mind. He was lost. Then he realized what he had to do. He had to find his commanding officer, who would know how to deal with Sergeant’s issues. Yes, that was the solution.

As if on autopilot, the soldier turned around and quickly walked along the street, led by something akin to muscle memory. After a shot walk he went into a store located in a basement of one of the row houses and walked up to the counter.

“Sir, Sergeant reports on duty.” He barked as he saluted the older man standing on the other side of the counter.

“At ease, soldier.” Lieutenant had a grin on his face, he was clearly glad that Sergeant found him. “I applaud You for coming here so fast, Sergeant Fox” Oh right, Fox, that was his name. “I need men like you in my team.”

“Sir, yes Sir!” Fox responded instantly.

“I’m glad you’ve decided to become a member of my squad, serving obediently under my command.” The older man walked around the counter and came up to one of the boxes standing on the floor. From there he picked up a combat shirt with the US flag on one shoulder and a patch with the words “Army Property” on the other. He tossed it to Fox. “Put this on, son. From this point you officially become an American Soldier under my command. And the property of the US Army.”

Fox felt an instant urge to obey the order coming from the Lieutenant, so he quickly ripped the thigh t-shirt he was wearing previously and put on the uniform form his commanding officer. After a few minutes he was also wearing dark green tactical pants and heavy military boots. He was in full uniform.

“Now tell me Sergeant, are you ready to serve this country? Serve me?”

“Sir, yes Sir” Fox saluted once again, feeling the weight of the Lieutenant’s questions. “I will fulfill my purpose as a soldier! I will obey your every word, Sir!” That earned him a smile form the older man, who walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder. 

“I’m glad to hear that son.” He then turned around and was about to go back behind the counter when he thought of something. “And one more thing, soldier. Are you gay by any chance?” Fox didn’t flinch at the question, just looked straight ahead and nodded.

“Yes Sir, I experience homosexual tendencies.”

“Do you act on them?”

“Yes, Sir.” Fox barked in response, his face completely neutral. The older man was clearly displeased by the answer and he walked to the other side of the store, looking for something, with a scowl on his face.

He came back a minute later with a camo baseball cap with the words “Property of US Army” on it.

“Put it on.” He ordered, and Fox obeyed instantly. He put the cap on his head and instantly felt a little dizzy. His brain was bombarded with images of hunky military men dominating women, relentlessly fucking their tight pussies. His balls expanded slightly and his cock got hard in a flash. His ass changed slightly, becoming smaller but more muscular, and his hole closed in tight - from now on it would not allow anything to enter.

“Soldier, are you gay?” Lieutenant asked after a few moments. Fox growled in response, looking at his superior officer with anger and disgust on his face.

“No sir, I’m not one of these degenerates.” He responded quickly.

“Good, I need real men in my army.” The other man said, pleased with the response he got. “How let’s get to work, soldier. We have a country to make right.”

[thelampisaflashlight]

Some casual, domestic ghoul thoughts, because why not? Let's go.

-Mountain has a trunk of blankets at the end of his bed; It's this big, chunky box he's had forever, a family heirloom, maybe, but even he isn't sure of its origins, and, inside of it, are all these handmade, knit or woven blankets and handstitched quilts that he only breaks out during the fall and winter months.

They all smell distinctly of the wood the box is made out of and a sort of softer, cool scent that's hard to place but somehow feels... familiar and soothing.

He only ever hang dries them, and he repairs them himself if any of they get stained or torn.

Sometimes, if one of his fellow ghouls isn't feeling well, he'll grab one of the lighter quilts to tuck them into their beds with, and while it doesn't have any sort of magical healing qualities, the comfort and smell often helps the others sleep a little better.

-Dew can knit, and makes a lot of hats, gloves, and scarves when he's bored, which he usually donates once he's done.

He has a couple sweaters he made for himself that he usually wears around the abbey once it gets cold out, and once knit a teeny tiny baby sweater with a matching hat and booties as a baby shower gift for one of the sisters of sin, because he wanted to test the crochet pattern... so he could make a sweater for his Baphomet plush.

Some of his "scrapped" knitting projects can be found throughout the ghouls' den, including, but not limited to; Two sets of potholders, about a dozen mug covers, one of those chunky yarn blankets you make using your arms as the needles, and three failed crochet Baphomets in varying stages of completeness.

-Cirrus collects small, carved figurines of animals, and has even made a few herself; She started her collection after she found a frog carved out of soapstone at an antique shop in one of the towns they passed through on tour, and it's grown since then.

She usually just displays them in her room, but she also likes to pop them into little nooks and empty spaces in the den to make it feel more "homey" to her.

As for the ones she's made herself, Cirrus usually takes a bit of wood and whittles it down over the course of an afternoon to make various little creatures and the occasional woodland scene.

Additionally, she's also gotten into pyrography, aka wood burning, and has made a couple art pieces that she's sold on the sly in the town nearby the abbey.

And lastly;

-Aurora took up pottery not long after she was summoned, using it to connect herself to her elements and feel more whole in the process, but it became a fun hobby as well, and now she makes little knickknacks and things that for gifts or just to spruce up her room.

Sometimes, when she's bored, she'll make weird clay creatures or ones based off of folklore and set them out in the common room's mantle, with an everchanging story being played out with the figures.

She has also made clay figures of her packmates, usually basing them off of photos, and displays them instead of putting pictures on the wall.

Her first sculpt lives on Copia's desk in his office, and is of a small, slightly wonky looking bird.

[shivada-jade]

The Greatest Showman lyney x reader

Masterlist

01. A Million Dreams

Lyney’s periwinkle eyes stared at the magician performing on the streets. His starry eyes envisioned himself as the one with the top hat. Making others have their jaws drop and clap excitedly. He wondered if he could ever do the same, maybe even more.

He was about to clap along with the small crowd the magician brought in but was interrupted by his twin.

“Brother, we’re going to be late.” Lynette stood by Lyney’s side and followed his gaze to the street performer. She took note of the cards 

Lyney sighed and picked up the heavy luggage. He nodded and reluctantly left his sights on the great magician. Soon, the sounds of the city were gone. The clamorous noise of stagecoaches and hollering for business were soon replaced with the sounds of the rustling sounds of the grass moving with the feathery feeling of the wind.

The twins’ beaten down shoes jumped over creeks and gravel roads. There was a distinct smell of nature around; the kind of smell you recognize under trees when hiding from the sun. Lynette offered to take the luggage in Lyney’s hand. He would only laugh and pull the scratched up bag closer to him.

“Now why would I give it to you when our destination is already in my sight?” He teased her. His eyes swept across the Victorian inspired house. One of the bigger windows placed on the side of the door had someone continuously glimpsing outside while someone taller, presumably older, would nag them and come back with a teapot.

Lyney was about to comment about, but Lynette had already made her way to the grand steps to the arched door. Lyney quickly followed and cleared his throat when it opened.

“Afternoon, sir! I’m Lyney” He placed a hand over his chest upon introducing himself. He gestured to his sister. “This is my sister, Lynette. We’re here from the House of Hearth. You commissioned us to tailor a suit or two?”

The House of Hearth; an orphanage dedicated to enable children to develop life skills and make connections by sending them to commissions. Most people that commission are the wealthy, hoping that by chance the head of the orphanage would visit. Commissioning people from the House of Hearth is almost a political tool to be able to gain the trust of the Arlecchino, a powerful politician. But finding her was always proven futile.

“You’re late.” The man with a stout face opened the door for them wider. His eyes wandered as if looking for a third person. He grunted when seeing no one else. The twins stepped in. Lynette silently observed the tall ceilings and the marble floor entrance.

“I do apologise!” Lyney let out a polite laugh. “Now where shall we begin our job?”

“This way.”

Lynette was the first to follow. She forcefully grabbed the luggage out of Lyney’s hands so she could open it and grab the measuring tape and pin needles. She disappeared behind the man. Lyney had no worries for Lynette. They were used to dividing their work to make things quicker.

Lynette does the measuring, the numbers and the noting down. She did it skillfully. On the other side, Lyney did the flair. The designs and wow factor. It was his specialty, something he prided himself in. Naturally, when Lynette meticulously started working, Lynette slinked around the manor much like a sneaky feline.

His fingers ran over the dust on expensive looking vases and trinkets. He wandered off around the house. His wandering only stopped when his ears picked up voices on the other end of the hall.

“Young master, I am deeply disappointed with your manners as of late.”

“The hibiscus tea doesn’t taste… pleasant. We’ve been sipping tea for hours. Why can’t I just…”

Lyney curiously sauntered in the hall and peered inside the room. He noticed two people. One with a stern face and one with a tired expression. He didn’t mean to pry, honest.

“Why can’t I just drink tea normally?” The younger sounding voice continued. “It’s not like the hibiscus will taste better if I straighten my back and tilt it at a forty five degree angle.”

Lyney sniggered. He made eye contact with the complainer. He said nothing but grabbed a small, empty vase on the shelf nearby and tilted it upwards towards his lips at a forty five degree angle, as if mocking the whole tea situation. However what he didn’t suspect was that the vase had water in it. It splashed all over his face. His jaw went slack and his widened eyes searched around for something he could use to hide his mess.

But the other already noticed Lyney’s mistake and almost spat their tea out.  They covered their laugh with a fist and started choking. They excused themselves from the little tea lecture and walked a little faster than normal to Lyney.

The young clothes designer chuckled. “Skipping tea time, Hibiscus?”

“That’s not my name.” They rolled their eyes and gave them a pointed look. “I’ll help you clean before my father arrives and checks out what’s going on.”

“You don’t like Hibiscus? What about Oolong as a nickname, huh?”

They let out a deep sigh to show him their fake tiredness of his antiques. They said their name and Lyney only nodded with a mischievous quirk of the lips. “Ah, I’d prefer to call you Hibiscus. Quite matching. The sweetest tea I know.”

My Dearest, Hibiscus,

You had to pause a moment, reading just the introduction to the letter. Your fingers traced over it once and you tsked. The comma placement was quite interesting. Letters had always been sent back and forth as your father forbade you from seeing a commoner like him, but never was Lyney bold enough to start it off like this. You laughed quietly to yourself and sat at the corner of your bed. 

Lynette and I have been faring as well as we can. The House of Hearth is no longer able to support us, because of that, commissions are scarce. Father was kind enough to refer us to the Fatui. Lynette and I might have to go into the Fatui to be able to support ourselves. I’ll still send you letters.

I’ll return.

I don’t have much more ink to write with, so I’ll end it off with a short message for you:

Surprise in the mansion.

Your dearest,

Lyney

You folded the paper and tucked it away under your bed. You soundlessly left your front door and took your shoes.

You followed the trail up to the mansion a little ways away from your own. The gravel was dark due to the rain before. The smell of pine wafted in the air. You reached an iron gate covered with vibrant vines and climbed over it. The boots made a thump when it hit the ground covered with fallen leaves.

The grand door of the mansion was pushed open. The empty rooms that passed by reminded you of the times you spent here with Lyney where your imaginations would know no bounds. Every room had a purpose: entertainment, wonder, excitement.

The dusty attic latch was unbolted and cracked. The attic was where most of the sensational magic planning went into. Lyney would stand in the middle of the ageing wood.

You could vividly remember dragging Lynette to come and watch when Lyney thought he was ready to perform his trick after practicing so much with you. Both of you giggling at many of Lyney’s failed attempts at simple card tricks.

You placed the ace of hearts back in the middle of the deck and Lyney shuffled it. He smirked smugly and pulled out a four of spades. “Is this your card?”

“Hidden talent! Hidden talent!” You cheered with your hands cupped to your mouth. “Keep it hidden!”

Lyney groaned and pulled out another card. “Is this your card?”

His twin smiled with her hands laced in front of her lap like a noble woman. “Ah. More. Do more.”

Lyney took this as encouragement and beamed. “Did I get it?!”

“More practice.” Lynette finished. She gleefully watched as you cackled at her joke and try to comfort Lyney.

“You two are a terrible audience.” Lyney complained. “One day, I’ll be the greatest magician.” He pulled out a book with steps on how to do simple tricks. Your lips quirked upwards as you sided up next to him trying to help break down the process of the card trick.

You wouldn’t mind living in simplicity like this.

You smiled at the memory. He never did manage to get your card right in the end. Your legs automatically went to a small stool as if you were preparing to sit in an audience. The stool wasn’t empty and you had to roll your eyes.

A single rainbow rose and a signature card with a cat on the cover.

Your hands picked up the flower. You spun it around by fiddling the stem between your fingers. Your other hand picked up the card and flipped it over, revealing the ace of hearts.

[yujeong]

Vegas not knowing about Pete's boxing past is nothing but sloppy writing if you ask me. Paranoia is family trait of the Theerapanyakul clan and no one can convince me Vegas hasn't made background check on every single bodyguard, staff member and associate of the main family. It's also interesting to point out that Vegas knows about Pete's grandma so he must've read something about Pete beforehand. Which is why Vegas not knowing about Pete being a former boxer and victim of domestic abuse is weird. (My God Vegas would've been a dick if he'd had held the latter against Pete.)

But since we're talking Vegas here his paranoia turns into obsession and he makes a file of Pete thick as the Bible post canon. Needles to say, this stirs some drama between the two because even saint like Pete has his limits with Vega's BS.

Hmm, honestly, I'm at this point in my brainrot with kpts/vp that I'd be able to rationalize any plot point, no matter how absurd, while still acknowledging that it's most likely a plot hole (though tbh, BOC could only do so much with the horrid source material they had to deal with, so hats off to them regardless).

For example, one argument I'd use for Vegas not knowing about Pete's backstory, is that Vegas seems surprised Pete has been through similar experiences that he himself has with his own father, not about him doing boxing. I rewatched the scene for the millionth time and as Pete is narrating his story, Vegas' face remains neutral until Pete tells him winning didn't change anything - he was still being beaten up by his bitter father who never became the boxer he wanted to be.

All I'm trying to say here is that Vegas could very well have known about the boxing, but not about the abuse. Maybe nobody from the family knew about the abuse, though I can't claim with confidence that Korn wouldn't know.

However

To Korn (and to Gun), what Pete's father was doing to his son wasn't abuse. It was discipline. It was him showing Pete he loves him. So, maybe Korn knew about it and thought it was good. Or maybe he compared him to Gun and thought Pete's father was a coward and bad at being a father.

Who knows?

I'm not trying to prove you wrong in any way, btw. As I said, if Vegas didn't actually know about Pete doing boxing, then that'd be super weird for someone like him. I just find it fascinating for Vegas to have known about everything in regards to Pete EXCEPT the most important thing that basically makes them connect from that point onwards in the story.

Though, I do have to disagree with you on one thing - or more precisely, express my doubts: I don't believe Vegas would have had the guts to use the abuse Pete suffered by his father against him. ESPECIALLY after Pete sees what happens at the basement between Vegas and Gun.

Vegas is a hypocrite and a coward when it comes to Pete. He'd be facing a mirror - and Vegas really hates himself and what the reflection would show back. We see it throughout their arc plenty of times and with the abuse element added in, it'd go to astronomical levels imo.

Did Vegas cross the line with Pete a million times? Yes. Would he cross it on this subject? Hmm, idk. I'm willing to believe so, but I'd never write it myself.

Now, about post-canon, many people in the fandom have said the same thing as you and I believe the same. He'd want to know e v e r y t h i n g about Pete, down to the last detail, and on the days he'd feel especially shitty, which would be most days, he'd want to drag Pete down with him.

We were talking just today with @wretchedamaranth about Pete snapping after everything that happened in ep14 + hospital era, and tbh we can add this one in it, too: Vegas' need to pry Pete open would push him to his limit.

And Pete isn't like Vegas. He wouldn't snap like Vegas does, and I'm trembling just thinking about what that would entail.

[unlikelyjapan]

s2e2 rewatch notes

Back on the horse - less wine this time, but probably some of the same analysis you've heard before:

Carmy + Syd all matchy-matchy walking down the hall to "She Drives Me Crazy" by fine young cannibals <3 - and Carmy so badly wants to learn more details about her Dad in that scene.

After sawing open the locker, Carmy immediately passes the hat to Richie (knowing that will give him the kind of comfort he needs) and then instantly moves to self-soothing himself by asking Sydney over to the apartment to work on the menu.

Someone on here already pointed this out, but I didn't see how marked it was until a rewatch - Marcus was *totally* trying to divert Syd's attention right after the invite by requesting "more inspiration" (even syd seems surprised by the timing). There wasn't even a scene break, so we can't blame it on editing - they're really working OT to draw our attention to the 'triangle'.

Carmy's "at least you can rely on him. Is your mom cool" - "So, your dad...." man he's really needling her, this episode is a lot of him trying to connect and getting (nicely) rebuffed - I can't imagine how those soft slights play over in his messed-up head.

Sugar's whole toilet monologue "We don't try new things - we keep doing the exact same things with the exact same people" followed in the next beat by "Who doesn't want easy? Who doesn't want to just be fucking okay?" was a (maybe too tidy) synopsis for the whole series. It's Ebra vs. Tina's perspectives. It's Carmy with Claire vs. Syd. It's Richie's aversion to change vs. understanding his life needs to move on by force.

To be honest, the whole saccharine meet-cute vs. Syd with her Dad parallel play was harder to sit through the second time, but I did it:

The Radiator story was offered up about Syd's mom being more competent than Emmanuel, and how that made her so attractive to him. This is followed by Syd revealing how high the stakes and sacrifices are with her and Carmy with the relationship restaurant.

Emmanuel has an inkling that Carmy is "the man" from the radiator story, and (protective dad-mode activated) his daughter as far too equally competent and vulnerable for such an arrangement (which is on the nose, given these scenes are spliced with foreshadowing at the grocery store).

Followed by Syd revealing how high the stakes and sacrifice are with her and Carmy and the pursuit of the restaurant - her dad seeing carmy as "the man" and her as far too competent for such a hashed arrangement.

Emmanuel says "The restaurants - they're hard and they don't work out" - it's almost like he's echoing/warning her about a relationship with Carmy. "It doesn't mean that YOU won't" - this is literally how all conversations go with concerned parents after you bust out a spontaneous engagement announcement, ha.

Syd gives the classic rebuttal - "I'm in a better place in my life - I've learned a lot of lessons - I know what I'm doing"

After he asks if she trusts him, and after a quiet moment she scoffs - it's almost like she's thinking about saying something else before she pivots and talks about it being weird that she's older than her mom was when she died now, bringing it back to something she knows he can relate to.

She also doesn't quite believe she's "just as wonderful" as her mom - and/or can't take compliments. Syds are made in the same factory that Carmy's come from I guess *sobs*

MEANWHILE - standard meet-cute stuff and bashful Carm, until Carmy almost seems taken aback when Claire says ""because I wanted to understand it" re: the whole broken-arm thing. He takes a beat, looking away, before stuttering his throwaway "th...that was at roosevelt?" line. It obviously derailed him, as it doesn't compute with his idea of care.

I didn't catch this before, but the conviction in the whole "Because you're the bear and I remember you" line delivery is more forceful and less murmured than all the other lines - if you think she's guessing/nostalgic/riffing with him here, I have a bridge to sell you. She talks with Fak, Tiff etc - girl is on her game with reconissance.

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

Between the Needleclaw or Rootspring ship, to put a random hat in the ring since I forgor to vote (I still have yet to update my tumblr app to add polls… )I really enjoy the idea of with Bristlefrost always saving Rootspring that their relationship remains platonic, something, something, saving someone’s life and caring about them does not equal romantic love. And the two have a good bond, while Bristlefrost falls in love with Needleclaw

And not really arguing either way with this next point but, also good to see how the characters respective arcs would have the ship work best

Ie: Bristlefrost- what life theoretically would allow her to not be as people pleasing

Rootspring- what life would have him being true to himself and not just what is expected of him.

Needleclaw- i am unsure of the exact themes and arcs it takes other than the mention of her intense warrior training since she doesn’t wanna be a hunter.

And really all these themes can be taken narratively but also meta narratively. (Okay back on NeedleBristle again) but it would be expected that Rootspring being saved by Bristleforst and him helping her would HAVE to create a romance,, they’re meant for each other, so them not getting together if his arc also almost breaking the fourth wall for those who know those sort of tropes.. and it being neat with both getting bond moments that Bristlefrost maybe falls for simpler moments with Needleclaw.

Another thing, that is quite fun, but dependent on the arcs but there there could be a brief ultimately failed attempt at a romance between one of the two that isn’t the ‘final pair”, Bristlefrost’s people pleasing briefly trying to make a romance work that is not a good fit for them.

I cannot remember how the Bristle and Root meet but if it is her saving him (and even with most) there could be a dichotomy with Root and Bristle’s first meeting being chaotic, while Bristle and Needle’s would be more chill.

Woag it would fit in with her arc, and the connection of a chaotic life not being inherently bad but ultimately not being what she needs.

Uhh hope this makes some sense, some exact details escape me since I haven’t read the books themselves in ages,

I wanna address several things you said because this ask is a Sunday Roast and I am hungry./pos

THIS POST HAS BEEN UPDATED WITH MORE INFO IN THE BOTTOM REGARDING BRISTLEFROST.

1. HOW OUTDATED IS YOUR APP?! We've had polls for so long now, my jaw hit the floor with that! Mind you I'm just as bad with some apps like YouTube and Spotify (And my NewPipe YouTube mod) but woah nelly, your Tumblr app has grown a beard!

2. Bristlefrost risking her life to save Root, only to later on fall in love with his cute, sassy sister? Is a very funny thought! Poor girl has isolated herself (Bramblefake did not do her any favors either) and doesn't have many friends, so being incredibly close friends with Root and Shadow would be very good for her. It also keeps the "povs aren't dating" thing I've had going unintentionally since TNP. I can see Rootspring having a crush on Bris, because she is quite kind and easy to love, but it fading out into a proper friendship.

3. Their Arcs and Themes. You're completely correct on that one! Rootspring learning to calm down and not live up to expectations, while also learning to enjoy the life he's got, Bristlefrost learning to stand on her own feet and not be desperate for approval, and while Needleclaw's wasn't the most mentioned, it amounts to:

"You're not a bad person for not having an end goal, but only ever living in the present is going to leave you unprepared when the future comes."

WCR!Needleclaw is going to learn a lesson I had to learn. Live for the present, but plan for the future.

Also, communicate when people hurt your feelings, you do not have to be the 'chill cool girl' 24/7 you silly lesbian.

Her intense training is out of desperate desire to be seen as different, she knows that battle is a risk for a deaf cat, if a retreat is verbally called, she won't hear it, she'll need assistance. While she has no insecurities about BEING deaf, she wants to "prove" herself as worthy of being a strong warrior like grandpa Hawkwing.

It doesn't help that 3 family members were once willing members of the Kin. Daddy Tree, Mama Zelda, and great grandpa Sharpclaw were all Kin members at one point, and the Clans still feel the pain. Tree having been a loner before, and having been part of the Sisters, is especially not helping. Sure, majority of Skyclan is accepting of outsiders, but Kite and Turtle can be quite mean. Times are changing. For better and worse.

4. The 4th wall is getting also HEAVILY leaned on in TBC. Like... HEAVY. (Btw yes Bristle saving Root's life is how they met!) This arc ends up being quite "meta" in retrospect, especially with the other 3 arcs, Dark Times, and Beyond The Stars Sunlight/Moonlight.

I'm gonna put Bristlefrost's Ending "storyboard" below a spoiler cut. But first...

Yeah, her meeting Rootpaw is in a split second decision of heroism and chaos, life and death stakes! It gave them BOTH a small cold, and I imagine that is their initial bond... Warming up in the Medicine Den together and sneezing in sync. (Also Rootpaw making a self discovery in between wiping her nose and laughing at Briarlight's silly antics.)

Then she meets Needle and shares a bowl of Clan Soup with her while Needlepaw scratches Glyphs into the ground to tell Bristlepaw that she hopes she passes her test soon while Mistystar announces Curlfeather's babies having just been born.

Bristlefrost is a character who means a lot to me, and left me wanting more. Her final scene in Alitm brings prickling tears to my eyes, even worse when Rootspring can still feel her there, the memory of what was supposed to be... There's a reason I have her theme set to No Surprises by Radiohead (and it's even gentler done cover by Juliana Chahayed). She deserves a very quiet, settled life after the trauma of being Bramblefake's deputy and part of the Thunder Rebellion, same as Violetshine and Dovewing tee bee aych.

Anyways... The thing about her disappearance.

Spoilers!

Bristlefrost notices that Ashfur has survived what should have been a killing blow from Squilf.

He looks at her, and winks as he stalks off into the shadows, near the growing lake of dark water that the author hasn't given an alternate spooOOOooky name to yet.

Anyways, she gathers up all the strength I'm her back legs, and pounces at him. She slams full-force into Ashfur, the two of them tumbling into the black lake...

She pushes him down, biting and kicking her back legs into him. She feels him fade away between her paws, and feels a cold, heavy weight...

She flips over, and can vaguely hear shouting from above... Are they arguing? Why? She did the right thing, didn't she? She sees her mothers faces, the two look horrified. She hears Rootspring and Needleclaw screaming for her, the other Lights in the Mist are all calling out for her but... She's so tired...

She hears a swirl of water.

Looking to her right is... Another version of her? She looks... Different. More like Fernsong. Her fur is pure gray, her eyes a different shade but... That's Her. The Other Her is beginning to drown, and panic.

Using her strength, Bristlefrost swims over to the other one, holding her from behind.

"You're safe. You're fine. You're home with everyone you love." She thinks as hard as she can, mouthing it against her own ear. "The one you love, loves you back. You have a family together. You die old, and loved by all."

Feeling her oxygen running out, Bristlefrost holds The Other Her tighter, the cat beginning to relax.

"Everyone is safe now. You're going to die at peace. Not scared and cold... Only Warmth. Only Love."

The other Bristlefrost fades away... A shining light overtakes this Bristlefrost, deeper down at the bottom of the lake... Calling her even deeper. Her air runs out.

She swims towards the light.

Addition as of 11/06:

Bristlefrost is nearly blinded by the brilliant white light, and she feels the water suddenly disappear. She gasps, panting heavily as the ringing in her ears begins to fade.

The world is blank. Pure white around her. She can barely tell the difference between the ground her paws are on and the sight in front of her. Silence hangs heavy in the air. She shakes out her fur, the black water dripping on the smooth, featureless ground.

There is a quiet sound behind her, like a shimmering whisper. Bristlefrost turns to see a ball of colourful light playfully floating in the air.

Within it is a small brown tabby tom, barely an apprentice, chasing a spotted tortoiseshell molly, both look about the same age.

"Catch me, Spottedpaw! Catch me!" The little cat meows as he runs over a small log, laughing as she pounces at him, the two tumbling in the grass.

"That's what you get for messing with my watermint, Tigerpaw!" The molly purrs with laughter. "Now I've gotta count them again!"

The scene fades, and a new one opens up. A new brown tabby tolly, with an amber eye and a blue eye, sits down next to a pretty black and white molly. The full moon shines above them. "The moon brings out your white chest fur, and your paws." The tolly murmurs, and she chuckles.

There's a stir of unseen laughter. "You're not as quiet as your seem, Stripestar." The molly snickers with an affection filled mew. She turns to address the unseen cats. "Welcome, Stormclan. Tonight we gather to welcome in... The Wild Cats."

The light fades away. Bristlefrost can barely process what she's seen...

Wait... Stormclan? She and Thriftear paid lots of attention to their history classes, and that never came up! Was it someone's happy dream? Or... Something else?

She tries with all her might to think if she's heard that name. Stormclan... Stripestar... Why aren't these names familiar? What are Wild Cats?

An image of torrential rain crashing down on cliffs makes her jump, but it's gone as soon as it came.

A small tree stump is nearby, a small hole under it. Voices echo beneath it, her friends and family... Bristlefrost reaches a paw into the darkness...

She hears a wet splatter behind her, and her blood runs cold as Ashfur's soaking wet form, his fur bunched up and his eyes wild, flings itself at her, screeching. It bites and claws, and while it stings, the wounds do not turn bloody. Black, oily water constantly drips from it as it hurls itself towards the tree stump, again and again.

It's trying to live again.

Bristlefrost fights him off each time, watching his sloppy, oil-slick body half melt, half burn into the ground. If she has to keep him here for eternity, so be it.

"Needleclaw, Rootspring, Thriftear, anyone, find out about that Stormclan for me!"

She turns to Ashfur, whose mouth drips black water down, and swipes her claws down his face. He howls, but he gets back up. Determination burns in her veins.

"I'll be here for a while."

[danglovely]

Is there any rhyme or reason to how the deaths are portrayed in the Future Arc opening? I have theories.

Kyoko being hung seems like a reference to her leaning into her NG code. Most hangings aren't voluntary and her "death" wasn't either. She did choose Makoto over herself. Why all the extra blood though? ALSO YOUR BLOOD IS SUPPOSED TO BE PURPLE.

Asahina's stab to the belly is foreshadowing Monaca's trick. It wants you to believe it's real. That one is easy.

Sonosuke dies by NG Code in a betrayal to Ruruka. He appears to be getting set on fire in the opening. I've seen speculation to this referencing Jesus's and Joan of Arc's martyrdoms. This one is tenuous other than being crucified on a giant metal cross because, blacksmith.

Seiko is impaled by a lot of hypodermic needles. She's the Ultimate Pharmacist. Moving on.

Sakakura is cut in half and there isn't any blood. Really clear: he's being killed by Munakata's katana. Less clear: maybe there's some foreshadowing to his impending amputation.

Tengan is wrapped up in wiring and appears to be getting electrocuted. I dunno Mr. Mastermind, is that a hint that you're pulling Monokuma's strings? I doubt it.

Ruruka is frozen and shattered to pieces. She's kind of a complicated character and she ends up choosing her own life over those of her best friend and the person she loves. She dies trying to convince herself that she's going to be fine and that it's going to be easy to replace what she has lost. The poet in me wants to make some connections to the coldness of her actions or how she has to break herself by the end of the game, but it could equally just be random.

Bandai appears to be covered in blood, though my first instinct was it's actually indicating blood poisoning because he's the first one to go out via NG Code. I really do think that's what it was aiming for.

Gekkogahara is cut in half vertically. There is no blood and she appears to be hollow. I've always assumed this is to foreshadow that Monaca is posing as her.

Yasuhiro is wrapped in thorny vines. He's an interesting inclusion because he's the only one that doesn't actually participate in Monokuma Hunter despite being included in the opener.

Chisa looks like her wrist is cut and there are boxcutters in the background. Obviously this indicates her suicide and it isn't surprising as the dark realization of DR3 is that she was lost a long time before anybody ever knew she was. The interesting thing is that her blood looks like it's coming from the bangle, which could be because her actions aren't really her fault.

Gozu is wrapped in chains. I think this is meant to invoke his actual death, despite it being chains instead of cables.

Mitarai is impaled by arrows. He survives the series, so this one is curious. The only reference to arrows through the rest of Danganronpa is in Mukuro's trial in Trigger Happy Havoc. Byakuya speculates that they were tied together with duct tape and used as a blunt object to knock her out. I've seen it posed that this is a reference to Tengan's chuusen and shows that he's being targeted. I heavily doubt it.

Koichi is wrapped up at his wrists, thighs, and ankles. A bandage is covering his eyes and mouth. He sacrifices himself to save Kyoko by triggering his NG Code. It seems like his hat, tie, shoes, and flask are bagged up. I like to think that's because Kyoko is present for his death, as she would be the only one focused on preserving evidence.

Last off we get Munakata and Makoto shooting themselves in the head. They're paired because they represent the directions the Future Foundation can go and their suicides are an obvious clue to the true nature of the killer in Monokuma Hunter.

[lady-harrowhark]

I have a theory about the arm! I think John used the arm to ‘regrow’ the whole of G—. I think that G— being at the epicenter of a nuclear explosion would mean that the majority of (if not all of) his matter was vaporised, and therefore there would be nothing for John to resurrect. If he had the arm beforehand, he had a G— ‘blueprint’ with which to reform him completely. What do you think?

It makes total sense to me! I'm curious how much of the John chapters in NtN align chronologically to the main narrative - basically just wondering if when he said he still has it, does that mean he still had it during the events of GtN/HtN/NtN? Or is that only true in the dream/bubble/whatever? If it's true in the "real world" timeline, I'm just imagining John propagating G— like one of those spider plants. Ya know, just stick the arm/clipping in some dirt, wait for a plant/person to grow, take another clipping/arm. Which like, not that I think that's what happened necessarily, BUT if we want to put on our recreational thought experiment tinfoil hats for a second, that would actually be kind of a slick parallel to John crafting Alecto, in part, out of dirt as well.

Just letting some thoughts spiral out here, and I'm too lazy to check any of this against the text so apologies if I'm misremembering anything in this stream-of-consciousness infodump:

Lyctors supposedly can't regrow limbs, but we do see Harrow's thumbs regrow, and Harrow's able to regrow a limb to some extent for Ianthe. We know Harrow's GOOD and she's worked out that Lyctoral healing relies on the nerves and she's then able to replicate that for the bone arm, but I have wondered about the logistics of that. Like can Lyctors just not regrow their OWN limbs? In which case, that doesn't seem like that big of a barrier (provided you're on good terms with one of the others), and the way Harrow phrases "I didn't bother about the meat" seems to imply she COULD have attempted it but didn't. It definitely could have something to do with Harrow and Gideon's connections to Alecto and John respectively, meaning a typical Lyctor couldn't do that but Harrow can. Would have loved to have seen everyone else's initial reactions to the bone arm. I've seen a few people musing about whether or not Ianthe could have fleshed it over herself but I don't really have any further thoughts on that. We also don't know where Ianthe's temporarily transplanted flesh arm came from.

The other incident that comes to mind is the reference they make to Cassy "taking half her finger off" while cooking and not telling anyone until after they'd eaten. Which like, idk, I feel like you might notice if someone was missing part of their finger at dinner, but maybe not, or maybe "took half her finger off" was an exaggeration. Orrrrr maybe she did and it regrew. Anyway, I'm just thinking that IF it's possible for John to regrow/reform/whatever someone from part of their body, it would make sense that he wouldn't want any of the other Lyctors to know about it. And he certainly wouldn't want anyone else attempting it, much less succeeding at it. I think we only ever hear that Lyctors can't regrow limbs from John (via Ianthe), but I wouldn't be surprised if that wasn't true, or not the whole truth. If Mercy and Augustine had started figuring that out (or knew to begin with), even bringing up that story about Cassy might have been a way to subtly needle at John (sort of similar to the way Cristabel and Alfred get brought up during dios apate minor, actually).

I also think the way John refers to the arm as "material" is an interesting parallel to Augustine's quip about needing John's genetic "material", especially after the way that both John and the narrative position the Lyctors and the resurrected bodies as he and Alecto's "children". I've seen some discussion about whether Lyctors could be sterile, which, if true, adds another interesting layer. Specifically, we see that Pyrrha thought Wake's baby was hers/G1deon's and that she wanted that baby, and it does tug at the heartstrings to think that perhaps there is some of G1deon's "material" remaining that could conceivably (pardon the pun) be used for some form of reproduction whether literal or more abstractly. I don't think it was an accident to specify that Gideon arrived in the kind of container one would use to "carry a transplant limb" and then be named after the figure that John takes a limb from; that description could have just as easily been "the kind you'd carry a transplant organ in", but it wasn't. Maybe it's plot relevant, maybe it's just another way to symbolically link the two within the narrative.

So anyway, that ended up spiraling pretty far out from what you originally asked but the tl;dr is yeah that sounds super reasonable!

[golby-moon]

oh no I made more fakemon for people. went more with madlibs-esque prompts this time in the form of asking for a few nouns of things people like and here are the results

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starting off with @wofiepyxie, who unwittingly started this round of fakemon by consistently having an insane word count in bang sprints (and daring to mention the word 'candy')

I pictured an admittedly more spidery spider at first but a request to not make it creepy and to go for more of a wholesome Joltik vibe made me rethink, because there are enough creepy bugs (not that spiders are bugs despite my use of the computer bug pun) in this world. candy entering my brain made me try to just make the thing look like candy, which accidentally developed a weird and probably overly complicated backstory thing for it where it's a popular Halloween decoration due to being mistaken as a piece of candy which is partly because of its eye-searing poison dart frog-y colors but mostly because that's its weird defense mechanism. it eats computer data ig idk where the typing aspect really comes in it's just a weird little guy. random thought but I think it'd be hilarious if its shiny form was just like...all black, nothing noteworthy about it at all because it's just a regular color. nobody would have any idea what it even is by looking at it

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next is @hectatess, who had a prompt including things ranging from witches to Rottweilers

when people think of Rottweilers, they think dangerous and aggressive and like basically a hellhound (wassup Houndour line?), so naturally I had to go with the complete opposite and oh no it's baby, like just personified 🥺 with lilypads. really tried to go for a sad wet puppy vibe with this one, starting with sad pleading eyes with the wet lilypad hat just dropping down its face and ending with the ends of the darker fur that vaguely follows the pattern of a Rottweiler looking sort of weighed down with water (though it's also supposed to allude to a hanging witch robe, which it does not convey). carrying on that witch vibe is the lilypad hat, with the flower made to look like the pointy part of a witch hat though I know that it really doesn't look like that. the psychic typing was mostly inspired by the vibrant color of the flowers along with the fact that it's supposed to be witch-y. idk I don't name them but my brain is saying wetweiler which is really just a perfect summation of why I don't name the fakemon lol

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and finally @very-offkey-kazoo, who gave me a wide range of ideas from bees to Greek mythology to vines to snakes to knives... so lots of creative freedom here which is fun in a chaotic sort of way

I was originally gonna go for a rock type that's like idk inspired by Greek something and is covered in vines but the brain said stabby wasp thing so stabby wasp thing it is. no but I definitely overused the knife motif (and the sharp lines in general to kinda imply speed as well as sharpness) I think between the gradually sharper arms and the needle-like antennae and then the legit just knife-shaped wings but ehhh. surprisingly I actually took more inspiration from the Pawniard line than the Scyther one which is probably the cause of the repeating knife shapes, but more than that, I went for a knight vibe almost and gave it chitin not unlike a weirdly overly shiny suit of armor that's pinched off in the middle to resemble the way the abdomen and thorax of a lot of bugs are connected. as for the Greek part...idk maybe think gladiator like I didn't until two seconds ago? either way, this thing could probably protect a labyrinth or something regardless of its unspecified size, since small bugs are creepy and big bugs are horrifying. do what you want with that thought ig (side note but the color reminds me of honey mustard and I can think of nothing else now)

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I think these at least look like pokemon so they turned out okay. I learned from last time (stained glass skirt thing I'm talking about you) and didn't over complicate the designs this time and did try to make their typing more obvious through colors and shapes like the official pokemon do

(for anyone that didn't notice, the first round of fakemon is linked up at the top of this post)

I apparently make fakemon now so uh idk anybody that wants one can message me I guess yay

(09/15/23)

[bartloki]

samia starters part ii

         from honey (2023).

they're gonna have a baby.

I'm thinking about Texas

I dreamt I was pregnant, I woke up with my guard down.

I've never been this bad.

can I tell you something?

I've never felt so unworthy of loving.

I hope you marry the girl from your hometown.

I hope you marry the girl from your hometown and I’ll fucking kill her.

I'll fucking kill her.

I'll fucking freak out.

I would've stayed kinda drunk and afraid in your room 'til I died in your room if you asked for it.

you are so disarming with your honest smile.

I just saw my whole life flash before your eyes.

I don't wanna charm anyone this time.

what if we could shut up for an hour or two?

mostly, it's just that I don't wanna end up crying.

sometimes, when you sing to me, I still believe I know you.

I'm trying to make you laugh.

I know exactly when it turned into an accidеnt.

I must’ve let you down.

I broke a promise that I didn't even know I made.

how am I supposed to wanna hear it anymore?

how are you supposed to wanna love me anymore?

do you ever wish you weren't a coward?  

are you still mad at me?

it hurts to be somewhere 'cause you gotta stay there after you say what's on your mind.

I don't wanna know, I don't.

if I shut up can I come inside?

I don’t want to talk.

I don’t really want to work it out.

we’re too far gone.

I just wanna see your house.

I’ll wear my hat that you hate to the party.

we'll never bе like those lucky posers.

why is your phone going to voicemail?

don't freak out, it's gonna be alright.

you didn’t say anything weird, I promise.

maybe you didn't need tequila for this.

how does anybody know when they're telling the truth?

I don't even remember why I'm saying sorry.

let's connect at the afterparty.

to me, it was a good time.

it’s never enough if you're always too much.

so, you were bullied in high school and you're looking for payback.

it’s like finding a needle in a stack of needles.

aren't you getting tired of all these people?

your fifteen minutes have become eternal.

there might not be a second coming, but that doesn't mean it was all for nothing.

your friends were so scary.

it was just like a movie.

I loved coming over 'cause it felt like dying.

I got a shrink and she said the same thing that everyone else did.

alright, am I being indicted?

it’s been a long week and I don't want to think.

I've got my girls and a hopeful heart.

all you can do from this hotel room is fantasize.

I'm so surprised they love me.

you’re my favorite friend.

you might be right, but nothing's going to change my mind.

god gives you another brick for the wall each time your heart breaks.

did you know aspen grove is 40 thousand trees with thе same foundation?

some peoplе see a cobweb hanging in the window, but you see a constellation.

fuck your rearview.

she knows something about me I do not know.

how'd you get your leg so high up? fuck.

I'm writing a poem, somebody stop me.

oh my god, there's nothing quite like doing what you came to do.

you can think of everyone and still only be staring at them.

you get your dreams for free.

when I finally forgive myself I'll be tired and sunburnt and tripping over spanish moss again.

there are six minutes of brain activity after the body's dead.

I bеlieve you and I know why.

are you scared to die? the trick is don't arrive.

[ofhope]

When Naoto walked into the fabric and crafts store, she immediately understood how Tatsumi must have felt when he entered. Even though hopelessly out of place, she took a deep breath, steeled her nerves and began browsing. 

Not in the fabrics aisle, though.

Tatsumi lived in a textile store, and he’d know what kind of fabric would suit his projects first and foremost. The last thing she wanted to do was give him something useless. Although, anything from here was most likely useless. He must have had dozens of them at home.

In spite of her desire to bolt, Naoto remained in the store, trying to find the perfect hopefully-decent-or-okay gift. 

There were project books, but she had no idea if he had bought them all before, giving a duplicate would embarrass her. Magazines fell under the same reasoning. Needles and sewing pencils were something he could acquire on his own, and he knew his favored brands.

She wandered into the aisle containing needle minders, all sorts of designs and shapes on display. For this, she reasoned with herself, certainly fell under the it’s the thought that counts category and if it wasn’t useful, it was cute.

After much consideration, Naoto walked away with an orange tabby cat holding a heart, a hedgehog with a bandana, and a penguin with earmuffs, all neatly bundled together in a little box the cashier had given her.

At the Christmas party, she shyly handed the box over, and hoped that if he were disappointed, he’d give her the small mercy of doing it when she wasn’t around. “I thought you might find these useful in your projects. If not then, they’re... they’re cute to look at.”

Wasn't the first year Kanji'd been invited to one of these things, but it damn near felt like it. Long since had he grown used to stares, being the odd one in a group, but in a group of equally-deemed odd ones... was he really the sore thumb? Community, while treasured in such a rural place, wasn't on the foreground of his mind. Kanji was Tatsumi-san's odd boy, her ticking timebomb of a child. While not his intention, his reputation preceded him, and a lack of sales was the cost of his attitude.

Needless to say, anyone can say they're a community, but all too often he was on the outside of it.

This though, this wasn't some box Kanji'd had to tuck his knees in for. Narukami, Shirogane, Hanamura, Amagi, Kujikawa, Satonaka, Teddie... they made room for him. Gave him a corner whenever he needed it. Tugged on his cuff to draw him into a game, or asked his opinion whereas many took his quiet as his opinion. Kanji had never had a lonely Christmas, he always had his old woman beside him. Now, he and his Ma' were surrounded by lights, decorations, laughs...

It was a dumb cliche, he'd be the first to say it: he needed nothing else.

Whenever Naoto glided through the crowd, it was like she had done it before. She hadn't, not really, she preferred the shadow cast by the crowd. Moved with patience, thought, calculation. Even as she did so now, opposite as she had done before, it was with purpose - and rather than whip his head to the side, Kanji... looked, oversized Santa Claus hat dipping over the arch of his brow.

“Uh,” more aware, his eyes fixated on the gift instead, and less physically: her words, and the connection of physicality and incorporeal. “You... got me something?”

It wasn't the first Christmas they had spent together as a group, nor was it the first time they had exchanged gifts... but, surprise never faded from his mind. Kanji's never really gotten gifts, not from friends, not from classmates, and that 'deer in the headlights' look never really went away. More so: Naoto announcing that she, herself, had done so. Anonymous gifts were always under the communal tree, no from, only to. Or maybe Kanji had just missed the nametag. Or maybe it was for the best for them both, their added awkwardness creating a looming spectacle of a failure in understanding social eloquence.

Nervous fingers pry apart the fine bow up top, before flicking the lid off with a clatter.

Kanji's reaction was instantaneous: cheeks awash with color, muted hues overwhelmed by pupil.

“Holy shit, how'd you know I've been needing one of these?!” there's a technical term for it, but it slips from his mind and far, far off into a bottomless chasm. “And these are way cuter than the ones I had my eye on. Hell, I was just gonna' use an old soda can I had lying around. After, after I'd cleaned it out. Naoto, this...”

If Kanji thinks too hard on it, he can hear jeers, laughs, why are you getting all worked up over three hunks of metal?

It's more than that, though. It's her willingness to engage in a craft he once, stupidly, deemed shameful; her walking around some cramped store, in spite of the holiday crowds he knew, knew she didn't like; it's her thinking of him; it's...

“... It's not the finished product, 'n I didn't wrap it because it didn't feel like... enough,” Kanji dug around in his pocket, carefully regarding the goodie-filled box. “This'll go on the gift I'm makin' for you. I ran outta' yarn, and the holiday rush meant that we won't be getting any in stock 'till after New Year's. But... I wanna' give you this, for now.”

Holding out his palm, there stood a small gift in its center: azure shades, a crocheted interpretation, fixed with a pin at its back.

“It's supposed to go...”

Discarding the box onto the nearest surface, Kanji delicately lifted the cap from her head, situating the pin at the leftmost side; not the centerpiece. After patting it down, he took a glance at where the hat once sat. Had... he ever seen Naoto without her hat?

Before he could be too overcome by that realization, Kanji swiftly returned the cap back to its rightful owner, now fashioned with a new addition.

“I'll have to take it from you, but 'til that day comes, you... can wear it. Y-You don't have to, though.”

[romy350-romyakari]

If you're doing "random asks to get to know you better", who is your favorite character from any fandom you like and why?

well

making me chose is really hard so

there are two categories with me

My children and OH

I can't chose to save my light an absolute favorite between all the media, so I will pick one from some fandoms to represent.

so let's get to it

Let's start with My Children that I end adopting through all these years

Gula [Kingdom Heart]: My son, you lonely boy. I grew attached to him over my time super analyzing Back Cover and I am not strong not to stop tearing up any time I re watch those last scenes. I like what I may think I know of him but his way to handle social interactions is kind of what I found fascinating but I also want to tell him all will be alright. I will cry when I get to fight him in the next Saga.

Neku Sakuraba [TWEWY]: I saw this boy grow through all the game I am so proud of him and he is between the few that are not got to connect to other than not in my top lists of children lol. He is a joy to see how he learned so much that A New Day broke me and I yet have to go to NEO for him. I that nice feeling on know he is doing better if we count till end of OG TWEWY and I ignore NEO till it's time and that is fine with me.

Zack Fair [Final Fantasy Crisis Core]: THE GOODEST BOY, do I need to explain? he is just that nice he won his spot pretty easy, ahh the tragedy he had to see unfold... but really I appreciate the goofball he is. Crisis Core has that interesting spot even if all I did was watch for the whole experience.

Asmodeus Alice [Mairimashita! Iruma-kun]: Round of applause for the newest addition to the list, this was hard because I adore Iruma but it would be kind of like picking another just good boy but with Azz-kun there is a bit more that I can mention. He can go from serious guy to bright eye boy over his friends and is so earnest but also has a sharp sense to look after them I just grew fond of him over time and how he cherishes this connection, is not that he was like Neku but more like once he got the chance he just went with it and I have fun when he is on the scenes. A good one for sure!

Grim [Twisted Wonderland]: there was a debate in my head between put Silver or Grim here, needles to say the cat won 🤣. Yes, out of everyone, the cat. He may be a little gremlin but I am just taking care of this gremlin in game from beginning to end I guess. There is something endearing about this little ball of chaos I am just accepting he is somehow here. So sorry Silver

and now to my probably most particular category

OH

aka I have preference and those are slightly telling but the list is too big so I will just list the current ones because that is better that effective than repost the self explanatory call out meme I made of myself

Simeon [Obey me!]: Some of you may have already know, but yeah I just feel certain comfort and he is nice and sweet and had his bit of mystery hat always just pokes at my curiosity! I grew fond of him really quick and look at me going or the 3 year and fighting the game for him. I can say is just how he is has bring a lot of reactions while reading and I love the fuzzy feeling as it is a comfort to me, totally an OH. I adore the kind of character he is and I have a lot of fun stories to tell maybe one for this day of him and my MC on a later date, inspire a lot for sure!

Lilia Vanrouge [Twisted Wonderland]: OK, listen. HE is the most fun I had reading such a chaotic by chance character is is cute a heck. I think is the fun vibes and the mystery again that just made me go OH. I am pleasantly surprised and totally happy about this

Honorary mentions of this category in my tags

[sukunasweetheart]

AU where sukuna is a surgeon...but its modern fantasy!

The build up to this whole thing is quite lengthy, but please hold on!! no warnings; fluff and romance :> gn!reader

Can you imagine it?? That murderous man as a doctor, out of all occupations?? Because 😁 i can.

Famous as the four armed heart surgeon, this man, despite his big and rather burly appearance, has absolute precision with his scalpel and needles! And of course with the doubled limbs, his surgeries end much quicker, too.

Magic in this world has various side effects, so most people- well, beings, much prefer getting fixed physically rather than utilising other healing methods. (And so of course, theres a limit to Sukuna's precision when it comes to smaller bodies - he only operates on those he deems suitable.)

Dr. Sukuna has remarkable influence on the hospital he works at, and therefore he's gained the authority to pick and choose his patients. He’s appeared in many renowned medical journals, articles, and even a couple of interviews.

Likes to show up to work with a formal, but snazzy outfit - he is proud of his fashion sense and often buys many clothes from the best brands. Of course, he is rich enough to pay for the specific tailoring he needs for his second pair of arms.

Dr. Sukuna lives a good, comfortable life. For the most part.

He often sees the families of his patients gathering round to listen to the happy or unfortunate news he delivers. They smile together, and/or weep together.

Sukuna is a lonely man. He has no family, no lover, no close friends. Only acquaintances. He’d focused on getting to the top for so long, he’d neglected his personal connections with others. Though, that isn’t to say he’s sad about it all the time.

He enjoys his own company, being by himself, reading, cooking, exercising, and archery. Being alone is comfortable, since you don’t have to worry about anyone else but yourself. But in the back of his mind, he’s always open to having a cute partner to come home to, after work. But the more he looks, the more it seems like there is no one who he can fancy wholeheartedly.

Putting his introduction to the side now... one night, he’s looking through his large closet to find the suit he’s planning on wearing to the interview he has tomorrow...only to find that there is quite a noticeable tear on one of the sleeves. When did that happen?? He has no idea.

Sukuna’s a bit of a stubborn man, he could’ve just decided to wear a different suit for the interview, but he was set on wearing that particular one. He doesn’t like having his personal plans foiled like that. Even though he knows suits tend to take quite a while to mend.

It’s 7pm in the evening, and he’s sure that there’s no place still open for mending clothes - yet he scours the net in search for one nearby. Lo and behold, there actually is one. It’s a ten minute drive away from his place but there seems to be a bit of an additional walking time that comes with it. He doesn’t really know what overcame him, but he felt the need to give it a go.

Where he ends up at is a rather cute looking shop. The singular window has some light peeking through, and the flowery sign on the door says ‘open’. It’s located in a spot that’s terrible for business, obscurely tucked away in the streets and not very visible to the public. Sukuna wonders how the owner gets any visitors at all. Maybe they don’t.

When he steps in, the inside reveals to be even cosier than what it looks externally. Not very spacious, but it’s clean and tidy with pastel yellow walls, and a nice scent floating about inside. The bells at the top of the door chime softly as he enters.

Three boxes are checked off inside of his head. Cute shop, cute decoration, and a cute owner. You look up from your little sewing project, and give a small ‘hello’. Darn, that little miniature hat you’re making is cute, too.

Sukuna clears his throat, and asks if you’re available to mend his suit for him. It’s high quality, so he’s not sure if you can manage to be completely honest, but to his surprise, you accept it after inspecting the tear for a few seconds.

Once you’re done, he inspects your work and is pleasantly shocked to see how perfect and seamlessly mended his sleeve was. You explain that you mix a bit of magic into your techniques, therefore having the ability to fix any sort of ruined clothing. Truly a friend of fabric.

“It’ll take around fifteen minutes. Please feel free to take a seat.”

You gesture towards the line of chairs that all sit in a row against the wall with a smile. Only fifteen minutes? He thinks, while taking a seat.

You ask him if he’d like for it to be ironed as well while you are at it. Upon his verbal acceptance, you take it out of his hands once again, to get to your ironing board. Movement languid yet skilled, he can strongly sense that you like what you do. And you’re pretty good at it, too.

Once he’s paid for the mending and ironing cost, Sukuna is on his merry way out - feeling lucky that he happened to find someone who could fix his precious suit jacket, good as new.

“Please come again!” Your voice rings out.

And from then on, Sukuna becomes another one of your regulars at your cosy little shop.

Very slowly, the grumpy doctor who gets not so grumpy when he’s around you - gets to know you better, and vice versa. And at some point, he just starts to visit the place to relax rather than as a customer in his free time. Good for the soul after a day of treating many patients. He drinks whatever you brew him - from your small stash of instant coffees and tea bags that you have in your shop.

There’s just nice chatter between you and him, sometimes banter, and other times a bit of flirting.

One might think that he may be being a nuisance to the business, but you don’t mind his company at all. Not many customers visit in a day, and sometimes it gets too quiet for your liking in the evenings. People often only drop their clothes off, before leaving to collect it later.

Sukuna though, he stays while you work. At first you might’ve thought it was because he didn’t trust you too much with his pricey suits, but now you have a lurking suspicion it may be because of something else.

He confirms it to be true, when he eventually and sheepishly asks you out on a date, on a Friday night. It comes out naturally with a smooth “Are you free this weekend?” and you say yes without thinking. The first date is typical; a nice movie, then a nice dinner - and finally, a nice kiss at the very end before he drops you off. To make it official. (He snuck in a little ‘I like you’ in there too, don’t you worry.)

The heart surgeon desperately needs someone to look at his heart now, from the way it beats so hard and loud when he’s with you. Looks like he’s fulfilled his dull love life by having someone as wonderful as you stuck to his side.

Some extras on this AU;

The other regulars for reader’s shop would be some of the jjk cast

i can picture the fushiguro family, nanami, utahime and higuruma all being consistent customers

itadori family gets introduced to the shop by the fushiguros 🤭

later on, megumi begins to work part time for you

i think he’d like the quiet there, and he’d be a nice support for you since he’s reliable yk? he kind of insisted he wanted to, saying he doesn’t mind not being paid a lot

however, is slightly irritated by sukunas presence because he takes away a bit of that nice quiet megumi likes,, making noise by being busy flirting with you haha

since its still a fantasy au, everyone is non human in some way

what way specifically, i haven’t really figured out lmaoo probably human-animal hybrid-ish maybe for some characters, even tho thats a bit cliche

you do end up moving in with sukuna after a while

picture the size difference in belongings,, it’d be so cute ! his and your mugs sitting side by side omg 

the whole size difference thing would be kind of difficult to live with if he was too big, so im thinking of a more moderate build for sukuna in this au tho

sukuna introduces a number of his acquaintances to your shop and you get a bit busier with more customers

his acquaintances being ones from the hospital

gojo and getou, probably? gojo is the ceo of the hospital - values sukuna bc he brings the hospital a lot of money with his skills

and getou is probably another skilled surgeon too

sukuna will most likely regret it later because now he has less time to have you all to himself!! youre occupied with other people

what does it matter tho, at the end of the day hes the one taking you home

thats it for now <3 maybe i will make a oneshot based off this later

[the-slasher-madame]

Hey it’s me again lmao. I loved the last head cannons you did for me so I wanted to come back. Can you maybe do head cannons for teaching Brahms, Vincent and Thomas how to crochet? I’m learning myself and I think it’s pretty fun. Thank you stay groovy <3

I will eternally groove my humble broski, just for you. Ahhh I love this cause I knit!!! I was knitting a blanket but I vastly underestimated how much yarn I would need, so it may just be a scarf instead (I was gonna knit in strips...it may not be a single strip). My aunt crochets, she'd make dresses for my dolls when I was younger. Enjoy dear!!!

Brahms Heelshire:

This is going to go one of two ways. One, he will lose his goddamn mind. Rage quits like he's fighting sans in Undertale. Cannot sit still long enough and has no patience for the needle and the possible issues of A) the yarn starting to unravel or 2) it's too small/big for him to work with well

Personally, I don't know if that's my favorite. I think the second way it goes is he picks it up instantly (or maybe even already knows how, it seems like something his mother would do it and he'd pick it up to pass the time in the walls/connect to his mother, or she made him learn how to)

Going on the second path, he fricking loves it. Perfect way to fidget, to have a part of him moving. He'd make y'all a blanket to like, celebrate/commemorate your relationship. Then he moves on to beanies (I need him in a beanie like yesterday).

I do think he would get frustrated at first, especially if he's trying to make you something. He also could spend hours looking for yarn online. Could, would, and will

He'd make plushies, but you would have to beg him to. After he makes one, he's hooked (get it? Hehe). Would absolutely make stuffies of you and him, any pets y'all may get, favorite animals, everything (do you need like a pattern/recipe for crocheting plushies? And if anyone knows how to read a knitting recipe let me know haha-)

I love the image of you coming back from a very brief grocery run and he has some granny glasses on, the ones with the beaded string around the back, and he's just working away on a blanket

Relating to that, he stress-crochets. I've stress-knit before, and I can see him doing that if you have to go out for any period of time (keeps his stuffie of you in his lap and talks to it until you get back).

You have unlocked Granny Brahms, before long he starts baking apple pies Vincent Sinclair:

I'm a fairly crafty fellow myself, and I have a personal mission to learn as many types of art as possible. Vincent is the same way, and considers crocheting to fit under this category.

I don't think he has trouble with it at all, he's got pretty nimble fingers and can keep track of the yarn and the hook

I can also see him with the granny glasses, sitting by candlelight in the house or his workshop. AND he already worries about you like a grandmother, it fits perfectly lol

Loves making blankets and throws to stash around the house (IDK why it's hotter than hell in Louisiana). Would try to make things to make the town look more lively, and would store his extra blankets in one of the houses

AKJHFHD I can see him having certain sets of blankets for different seasons, like how clothing brands have the fall sets and winter sets and whatever? He's serious about his blankets

HE'D MAKE JONSEY LITTLE HATS AND BOOTIES OH MY GODDDDD

Would probably explore making plushies on his own, and gift you with one, then another one, and another one, and maybe just one more- (I am attached to my stuffies, even if mine aren't crocheted).

I don't think he'd make a family of stuffies like Brahms, but he'd absolutely make one of you to keep on his desk

Makes Jonesy toys, absolutely

Has a wide, varied range of yarn, and if he has to ask one of his brothers to get him yarn, he is very specific. This man is an artist, he will have the right color and he will dumb it down for his brothers to make sure they get the exact shade he needs

No he'd paint little cards with the color he needs 😭

I think he would like crocheted tops, both for the statues and for you. . . Thomas Hewitt

Ohhh this man is another crafty one, already has like a case full of hooks

It'd be cool to think he might have crocheted his first masks, not sure I'm sold on that but food for thought

Luda would teach him to crochet, it gives him something to do especially when he can’t play with the other kids and switches over to homeschooling

Makes blankets, even if it’s entirely too hot in tex-ASS to wear skin let alone fabric

Anyways along the lines of Luda Mae teaching him, she’d always look out for different colors she thinks he may like. Buys him yarn and hooks and is overall the supportive mother we all want and need

I think he’d also like crocheted clothes👀and he would kill Hoyt for even breathing lewdly near you

Plushies. Makes all the plushies. Makes you all the plushies. Every farm animal imaginable. They are yours

OMG WHAT IF HE HAD SHEEP AND MADE HIS OWN YARN THA’D BE SO CUUUUTE

Thomas makes his own yarn confirmed

I think he’d be really patient with crocheting, but he might get a little frustrated with smaller yarn and hooks cause his fingers are kinda big (yummy)

Awww no what if he made potholders for the kitchen, OH AND MAKES LUDA MAE GIFTS FOR HER BIRTHDAY NO CAP

One time, Hoyt said it was “wrong” and emasculating (not his words, he doesn’t know what that means) for Tommy to crochet, so Tommy crocheted a blanket with the phrase ‘fuck you’ on it and gave it to Hoyt for his birthday

Luda chuckled and told Hoyt he got what he got, Tommy was grinning under his mask, and Monty laughed and stole the blanket (and still uses it to this very day)

Ok I tried!!!! I loved this prompt so much, knitting and crocheting are so much fun and these are the three that I feel like would enjoy yarn crafts. I hope you like it!!  <333333

[sarahthecoat]

hmm! knowing neil's connections with dr who, this could well be a visual reference. or maybe they are both referencing a larger/older/broader style. need more data, wait and see?

matchpoints include the angle of the body toward the camera, the shirt/tie/v neck jumper (fairisle bands of colorwork, my knitting needles are rustling) and the patch pocket on the jacket. the jackets themselves don't match all that closely, which is what makes me wonder about the broader style. (also no hat or scarf, but maybe that's just because gabriel is indoors?)

it CAN'T just be me who's thinking it

[Image ID: an image of Jon Hamm as the archangel Gabriel from a poster for Good Omens Season 2, side by side with an image of Sylvester McCoy as the Seventh Doctor from Doctor Who. They are both wearing colourful patterned sweater vests, collared shirts, a tie and a long coat. End ID]