#rorys frequency

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FUCK YEAHH

[stellar-sys]

Me: I just want to fill this little corner of the internet with incoherent nonsense

Nine people for some reason:

[amtrak12]

This 44 story subscribers/388 hits/ 65 kudos ratio single-handedly wrote me 2400 words on my story today. Plus editing the other 40k and pulling together a 2900 word outline for the current chapter.

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[whatsfourteenupto]

In response to several inquiries:

It is a well-known fact that Martha Jones had to put up with catastrophic levels of bullshit in her time as the Doctor’s companion, but she has a particular right to be furious that the Doctor had an entire collection of medical texts from Gallifrey and did not tell her. In this essay I will summarize a portion of the fuckery the Doctor put Martha through that specifically relates to his physical well-being and how it would likely have affected her, with the purpose of explaining why she would likely be angry at the sudden revelation of a wealth of information about his unique biology that has been present the whole time.

This motherfucker-

The Doctor has gone off the rails during Martha’s time with them. He’s completely reckless with his own life. Martha’s a medical student traveling with a fricking alien that’s trying to die on her left and right, and half the time she doesn’t know how to help them because they’re not human. She has to either recall some off-handed comment (figuring out she’s got to do CPR on two hearts instead of one) or take the Doctor’s word for something absolutely wild that probably goes against every instinct she has as a medical professional ("freeze me to a temperature that would beyond kill a human so that the literal sun inside me gets out it’ll be fine!"). Yes it happens to other companions, but for Martha it’s not only more frequent but all the more stressful because she’s training to be a doctor. She thinks that she should be able to help. And they don’t tell her about regeneration so she thinks if they die, if she can’t save their life, they’re dead-dead.

At the same time, the Doctor is intentionally misleading her about Time Lords and Gallifrey. He admits to that, and finally she makes him sit the fuck down and talk. We can reasonably assume it’s more than just the one time in Gridlock. But he still doesn’t give her all the info, she’s still got to find shit out in the middle of danger. The chameleon circuit? The Master going and regenerating? She’s gotta just accept that shit in the heat of the moment.

Now, this next bit is mine, but suspend your disbelief even further than you normally do for just a second. I’ve heard people kick around the idea that the TARDIS keeps certain sections of the library hidden, particularly Time Lord info, similar to the way she doesn’t always translate Gallifreyan. Martha goes in there trying to find some sort of information to help her better prepare for the next life-threatening choice the Doctor makes, and the TARDIS keeps changing the sections and has her walking in circles every time. Eventually, she gives up because it must just not exist.

So here’s Martha Jones, in this semi-toxic existence with an alien she’s simultaneously best friends with and hopelessly crushing on, trying her best just to get the information she needs to try and save his life when she needs to. Fifteen years later, she finds out it was there all along. All that stress and fear, those moments when thought she was going to lose him because she didn’t know how to save him, how much of it could have been alleviated? The answers she wanted were right there, and both he and the TARDIS kept them hidden. Imagine how infuriating that would be.

Fourteen isn’t doing it on purpose now, they just genuinely didn’t even think about it. They’ve apologized for the vast majority of how he treated her, but “I’m sorry for all the stress I put you through” is very different from “I’m sorry I knew the exact tools you needed existed and I hid them from you.”

Anyway, they’ll talk it out and she’ll forgive them for it, but in the moment? She needs to walk away or she may just actually kill him.

In an effort to prove that his sleep habits are moving toward being relatively normal for a Time Lord, Fourteen has pulled out an old medical text on their physiology.

When he reveals that the TARDIS library has dozens of similar texts, their sleep schedule quickly becomes the least pressing topic of discussion. There is a lot of yelling.

[sayoneee]

☆ PARENT TRAP

in which, a plan is devised to set the two of you up (1.9k)

contains: luke castellan x fem! reader. mortal au. baby percabeth (they are 12). percys pov. loser older brother luke castellan 🔛🔝

kashaf’s note: i think we can tell i love my music references by now. (answering requests soon!)

i. remember the time - michael jackson

PERCY HAS ALWAYS liked afternoons: sitting on the green couch in his apartment, the smell of his favorite blue cookies wafting through the air, and the constantly running episodes of gilmore girls on the tv — that you had convinced him to give a try — and sometimes the addition of grover, who was prone to start passionate tirades on climate change.

though after summer camp, his relatively quiet afternoons now included at least two mentions of “seaweed brain” and two of “wise girl”. 

percy’s trying to stay focused on rory freaking out over thanking dean for something (annabeth is almost laser-focused), but the doorbell rang a while ago, and you still haven’t returned. 

“annabeth,” he whispered, to no avail — he guessed dean really had that effect on people. he tried again, waving a hand in front of her face. she blinked twice before being lifted from the spell of gilmore girls. 

“what?” annabeth asked.

“who’s at the door?” 

annabeth’s eyebrows rose. she turned around, looking past where you were still holding the door open, one hand animatedly gesticulating, the other still on the doorknob. 

“that’s my brother,” annabeth said, turning back to look at percy. 

but percy isn’t paying attention to her right now, instead, he’s focusing on the bits of conversation audible between you and this stranger, who’s smiling very peculiarly down at you.

“— no way, me too,” the stranger is saying, grinning.

you’re saying, “deadass? prove it —” 

“— are you always so skeptical —” 

percy gets up off the couch, annabeth beside him, striding over to you and the stranger, who, for a reason he can’t quite put a finger on, seems weird. 

“hi,” percy says, looking at you, pointedly ignoring the stranger. you and the stranger seem to freeze, your hand halting mid-tuck of your hair behind your ear, something percy has only seen you do around one of your ex-boyfriends. 

“hi,” annabeth says, looking at the stranger, who smiles in response. again, weird.

“ready to go?” the stranger asks, “or are you going to take over their spare bedroom?”

“luke, you’re not funny,” annabeth grumbles, but she doesn’t look that put out by luke’s teasing percy notes. 

you’re smiling, but you’re not looking at annabeth. you’re looking at luke, your one hand still on the doorknob. interesting. 

“you’ve got your yankees cap?” you confirm as annabeth laces up her converse, as you and luke are engaged in a tiny conversation of your own. percy wordlessly hands the worn-out cap to annabeth once she’s finished, saying his goodbye.

once annabeth and her brother are long gone and you’re no longer leaning against the door, you’re still smiling widely, and percy wonders why.

ii. shoop - salt n pepa  

gilmore girls is on again, and luke is here to pick up annabeth. again. but for whatever reason, annabeth still hasn’t left, and you and luke are sitting in the kitchen, alone, conversing loudly. 

annabeth isn’t as hyper-focused on dean and rory’s argument as percy had thought she would be a week ago — he assumed that dean’s appeal died the minute he got mad in that banged-up car. annabeth is saying something about architecture, eyes shining, though he’s not sure which one she’s talking about, hagia sophia or st. basil’s cathedral. your loud laugh seems to ring from the kitchen every minute or so, and well since you’ve begun babysitting him, he can’t say the sound is unfamiliar, but the frequency is suspicious. he doesn’t trust luke. 

“annabeth,” he says, when she’s stopped talking.

“percy,” she responds in the same tone, her smile bright.

“how long has your brother been in the kitchen for?” he says, trying to sound nonchalant, but missing the mark horrifically.

annabeth looks at the watch on her wrist, “woah —”

“what does woah mean?” percy knows he’s being impolite, and his mom taught him to never interrupt people, but he can’t help it at this moment. 

“i was just getting to that, seaweed brain,” annabeth rolled her eyes good-naturedly, “we were supposed to leave an hour and half ago.”

this was bizarre. “no offense, but what does my babysitter and your brother even have in common to be talking nonstop for an hour and half?”

“no idea,” annabeth says, thoughtfully. “is she in a band? luke’s in a band.”

“no,” percy says, but he thinks he remembers your last boyfriend being in a band. “is your brother a senior?”

“yeah — does she do boxing? luke does.”

“i actually don’t know,” percy pauses, “i think we should see for ourselves,” he stands up. 

“wait,” annabeth says, “they might go quiet if they see we’re around. let’s just turn off the tv and eavesdrop.”

percy grins, annabeth was such a genius, “you got it, wise girl.” 

they’re both so silent, he wonders if you’ll notice, but with the way you’re laughing again, borderline giggling, actually — which is odd — as you say, “shut up, you know what i meant,” he doesn’t think you’ll realize. 

“erm, actually i don’t,” luke says, nasally (in what percy hopes is mockery). 

percy looks at annabeth, who rolls her eyes at him and mouths, ‘he’s being ironic’. percy stares at the patterns in the carpet, and annabeth stares at the picture of percy and his mom hung on the wall, as they continue to strain their ears — which isn’t hard because of how noisy you and luke are together.

“you’re so insufferable.”

“and you’re the one who invited me in, so.”

“i was being nice,” you sound like you’re protesting, but percy and annabeth note the amusement in your voice with another shared glance.

“you? nice? let’s be forreal.”

“i’m literally not even mean.”

“you literally are.”

annabeth peeks at him, and percy thinks he’s had enough of listening to this conversation, which is quickly becoming weird. and mushy. he can practically see how you’re looking at luke, and how he’s looking at you, which is not at all something he wants to imagine.

he nods at annabeth, and they both try to make their footsteps as loud as possible when they start approaching the kitchen, just in case. 

he’s grateful to every higher being out there when he and annabeth find you and luke in the kitchen simply sitting next to each other, no funny business involved. 

iii. doo wop (that thing) - ms. lauryn hill

you’re on the phone, giggling. annabeth is over again, and there’s no luke in sight, but percy suspects he’s on the other end of the line. 

percy sighs and turns to annabeth, who always seems to know what to do because this little situation has gotten unbelievably out of hand. 

“is that your brother on the phone?”

annabeth’s concentration on the teetering jenga tower on the coffee table lingers, doo wop (that thing) playing on the tv in the background, “yeah, i think so.”

“how do you know?” percy asks, watching annabeth carefully choose a jenga block to remove.

“they like each other,” annabeth says, looking at him, as if it’s as obvious as grass being green.

“no, they don’t,” percy pauses for a minute when annabeth raises her eyebrows at him. “how do you know?” 

“luke’s always calling her at home,” annabeth said, “and he made her a mixtape.”

“that doesn’t mean they like each other, that just means he likes her,” percy points out, crossing his arms. 

they hear you giggle in the kitchen again. annabeth looks at him as if that proves her point.

annabeth blinks, her face lighting up, “oh my god, percy, we should set them up.” 

percy stares at her. he can’t deny that for as long as he’s known annabeth, she’s seldom been wrong, but he doesn’t think this is the best idea. but, percy trusts annabeth, so he agrees.

iv. this is how we do it - montell jordan

percy’s spying on you. well, he doesn’t consider it to be spying exactly, he’s just making sure nothing happens to you because despite annabeth’s constant defense of her brother, percy still doesn’t trust luke. percy’s always thought of you more than just his babysitter, after all the attempts at making blue hot chocolate and the comforting after nightmares, you’ve turned into his sister. 

he’s at annabeth’s place now, and both of them decided to put their — what annabeth swears is fool-proof — plan into action. step number one: getting luke to invite you inside when you come to pick him up (which was so unbelievably easy, considering how luke has perpetual heart eyes when you’re around).

currently, you’re in the kitchen with luke (the two of you are always congregating in kitchens for some reason), and annabeth decided that she and percy absolutely had to keep an eye on the two of you.

you’re gasping, “luke castellan, you are such a liar.”

luke is laughing, “no i’m not.” his cheeks are red.

you’ve seemed to notice this, and percy can see your gaze soften as you look at luke, but that doesn’t stop you from making your point, “no, oh my god, you call me the mean one but here you are, talking shit about your rivals, just because they’re better?”

percy has seen you argue with your ex-boyfriends, but not like this — not bright-eyed, and smiling, and none of them have been able to just flow the way you seem to with luke. this is it, he thinks, annabeth was completely and utterly right (as she is 90% of the time). 

“you take that back right now, those motley crue knockoffs aren’t better than us,” luke says, sounding kind of angry, but percy can see his smile.

“you’re totally bugging,” you say, “what’s wrong with motley crue?”

luke looks scandalized, and almost as if he’s pleading, he says, “please tell me you’ve at least listened to guns n roses,” pushing his hands together in a namaste position.

“i don’t live under a rock, castellan,” you rolled your eyes at him, pushing his hands down. annabeth shares a look with percy.

“i mean, you never know,” he says, and you scoff, shoving him.

percy raises his eyebrows at annabeth, and she seems to know exactly what he’s thinking — time to put step two into action: set up a going-out idea.

percy and annabeth pretend to walk closer to the kitchen, to give the two of you time to spring apart, because you and luke weren’t a very pg distance right now — maybe pg-thirteen, but percy wasn’t supposed to be watching those, so.

annabeth jerks a finger at percy, as you and luke looked up at their arrival, addressing luke, “percy doesn’t believe that your band actually plays in public.”

percy’s head whips toward annabeth, trying not to glare at her, because the look on luke’s face right now was not at all amusing, but at least you were smiling, so you’d definitely stop luke from killing him.

“yeah, luke,” you say, smirking, “where do you guys even play?”

luke frowns, “the usual but we’re playing at the fair next week if you’re so interested.” the last part is aimed at percy, but their plan is going well so far, so percy doesn’t think he’ll have to sleep with one eye open tonight.

“when?” you ask, interested.

percy watches luke turn to you, surprised. “saturday — why, you wanna come?”

“yeah,” you admit easily.

percy looks at annabeth, who’s smiling and percy can’t help but feel proud of their idea.

“really? we don’t go on until like seven though.”

“yeah, someone has to be there to cheer for you so you don’t feel too bad when no one else does,” you grin.

luke turns to you, masking his smile with a fake air of irritation, “gee, thanks.”

“what are friends for?”

percy shares a disappointed glance with annabeth who begins to shake her head, as luke’s smile freezes in place, and you suddenly look extremely remorseful.

time to come up with a new plan. 

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[medievalandfantasymelee]

THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE

SECOND ROUND: 35th Tilt

Hugh Beringar, Cadfael (1994-1998) VS. Sandor “The Hound” Clegane, Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Propaganda

Hugh Beringar, Cadfael (1994-1998) Portrayed by: Sean Pertwee Defeated Opponents: - Prince John [Claude Rains], The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938) - Father Beocca [Ian Hart], The Last Kingdom (2015-2022)

“The One True Hugh! He deserves much support. I love Sean Pertwee's portrayal of the saturnine, intelligent Hugh, and the way he captures the character's warmth and humor and the frequency with which he is just Done. Also those cheekbones could cut glass, good LORD.”

Sandor “The Hound” Clegane, Game of Thrones (2011-2019) Portrayed by: Rory McCann Defeated Opponents: - Sir Lancelot [Nicholas Clay], Excalibur (1981) - The Sheriff of Nottingham [Peter Cushing], The Sword of Sherwood Forest (1960)

“Sandor Clegane is a very handsome man, dark, mysterious, and badly scarred which makes him way more attractive and desirable. His sense of humor is very dark, yet hilarious, and the way he protects those he cares for is heartening. He also loves a good chicken or two!”

Additional Propaganda Under the Cut

Additional Propaganda

For Hugh Beringar:

“Idk what Sean Pertwee had going on in 1994, but whatever it was, I am HERE for it. The way he turns the keen gaze of those piercing blue eyes on you, and stands there, arms folded, back arched, intimidating yet approachable. Mmm! What crimes must a girl commit to get My Lord the Sheriff’s Deputy to give her the third degree? He’s not only stern and intelligent but he’s also so noble, and chivalrous, and he got his position by killing his predecessor in trial by single combat as the only way to settle a charge of murder and also preserve the dignity of his lady love. He’s a KEEPER.”

For Sandor Clegane:

[redshoes-blues]

Found a crazy possible Byler and Gilmore Girls parallel again—and it ties to lettergate!

In season three episode one of Gilmore Girls, Rory is shown having a stack of letters from Dean (her current boyfriend who she’s in a rocky relationship with), which are opened, but it’s implied that she hasn’t written back. Then, the camera pans to her pushing aside her letters from Dean, picking up a pen, and instead writing a “Dear Jess” letter to Jess, who is the guy she actually has feelings for (feelings she’s repressing at this point in the story because she feels guilty for liking Jess while dating Dean).

Of course, season four of Stranger Things shows that El has been sending Mike letters frequently, but he hasn’t been replying to them the way she wants, or with the frequency she expects. When he replies yo her, he writes “from Mike” instead of “love Mike.”

I’ll also note that in Gilmore Girls, Jess and Rory are the couple who are frowned upon by the town, and Dean is constantly insecure about whether or not Rory actually loves him.

In this parallel, Mike is Rory, torn between two love interests—one who he is in a rocky, unhealthy relationship with (El/Dean), and who he feels obligated to keep dating despite his feelings for his other love interest (Will/Jess), who he feels guilty for liking. Which, of course, begs the question: does Mike have “Dear Will” letters that he hasn’t sent?

[bluegekk0]

26, 24, and 23 for holly + fpk

i'll go in order

23. Favorite picture of this character?

hmm, are we talking in game picture or a drawing i made? if it's the first one then there's not much to choose from, especially for pk (hell, since this is about fpk specifically, then that doesn't really exist haha)

so i'll pick something from my art folder i guess. i hope it doesn't reach self-absorbed territory, i'm always a little afraid of that

for holly, i think i'll have to go with the modern au pic (and also the reference sheet drawing since i reused the pose)

i'm very happy with it cause i think it really fits them. relaxed but slightly hunched over, as if the head is too heavy to hold it up. for the modern version specifically i'm just really happy with the outfit, once again i think it suits them and i like the colors i picked

for fpk, it's gotta be one of these two, i can't decide which one i like more but they're very similar in concept

something about seeing him on tree branches scratches my brain in just the right way. i still like the way i drew his tail in the first one, and the second one is just the right kind of aesthetic for me. i often see similar photos to this, with the moon behind a silhouette of a wild looking animal, and i want to draw something inspired by it. but then i have to remind myself that i already did haha

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

i'll start with fpk cause it's the easiest one for me. both the doctor and rory from doctor who give me fpk vibes very often. rory especially with his awkward tired personality, it's the main reason why i picked him for fpk's voice, it just fits. the doctor, specifically 10 and 11, are a bit more complicated. the autism coded traits they have are very fpk, though a lot of the more emotional moments related to losing others, living for so long and loneliness are a lot more grimm core to me. so i guess rory would be the more obvious one here

holly... yeah i don't know, really. they're a very unique type of character, and i can't think of a single one that reminds me of them 😭 i'm sorry

26. FREEBIE QUESTION!!

oh uhh. i guess that means i can talk about anything i want? hm

i've been thinking about the little speckles of void in fpk's blood and how that could relate to holly. i guess it all depends on whether it would leave his system after some time, or remain there. i'm gonna go ahead and say that it stays there, but the amount of it is so tiny it doesn't really impact him in everyday life. maybe it could amplify his negative feelings? though since there's very little of it in his body, maybe it wouldn't be enough. but i do like the idea of it making him more responsive to holly's void, in particular the noise it makes. he'd already be able to hear it better than others since his hearing is very sensitive, but maybe the void in his organism would make it even more obvious? like, maybe there are certain frequencies only he can hear because of it? i'm not sure how that would work, or if it's even going to be a thing i nthe au, but i figured i could share my thoughts anyway

[toomuchracket]

Flatmate!matty anytime girly is sick. and this is before they get together btw because he doesn’t want to sound *too concerned* but then he’s also freaking out on the inside

god... let's say you come down with a particularly bad case of hayfever. not contagious, so matty won't get sick, but enough to floor you. it's summer, and the two of you have had windows open constantly (because weed), and at first you start out just sneezing every so often (which matty finds adorable), but then they start to increase in frequency and matty gets quite concerned. he's like "you ok, darlin'?" while you're sneezing constantly trying to fold the washing that you had hanging on the line outside, and when you're like "think it's hayfever" he literally pulls the washing basket from you and finishes folding it himself because "these have been outside, they'll be all pollen-y! go and have a rest, sweetheart". and you wash your face and go and have a lie down. the next couple of days, though, you get progressively worse with the sneezing, you're extremely drowsy, and your eyes start to get really sore. matty tries to keep his distance because he doesn't want to a) overwhelm you when you're ill and b) give off too many boyfriendy vibes (too fucking late for that one though babe!), but he's so worried about you - he's never seen you so lethargic, and your eyes look so painful. and i think he paces back and forth outside your door for like 5 minutes straight, before coming in and saying "darlin', i know you won't want to leave the house while you're so poorly, but i really really think we need to get you to at least a pharmacist, if not a doctor. i'm really worried about you". and even in your drowsy unwell state your heart flutters at how tender matty's being, and you know he's right so you just say "alright" and let him drag you to the car and then into the pharmacy.

and matty literally doesn't let go of your arm the whole time; you're like "matty babe i'm drowsy not narcoleptic or woozy lol you can let go if you like", and matty's like "i'm not risking any fainting, i'll hold on to you thanks", and both of you are very !!!!! internally about the prolonged contact. he does most of the talking to the pharmacist as well, actually, like "i'm not trying to silence women or anything, she'll just downplay how bad she feels because she always does, and she's really suffering with this hayfever" and like butting into the pharmacist speaking all "sorry to interrupt - would that be non-drowsy? she's scarily lethargic, we don't want that getting any worse" and "i read that if you get local honey it can build up some pollen immunity, is that true? are we worth getting some?" lol. anyway, you get a strong antihistamine, and in the car on the way home you're like "how'd you know that about the honey?" and matty honest to god does the jess mariano gilmore girls "do you yahoo?" bit - the two of you have been watching it together - and you laugh for the first time in a few days and do the rory "you looked it up!" line (a.n. i just made myself sick with that. god. when will it be my turn). and then when you get back to the flat you're like "matty, will you help me wash my hair, if i just kneel over the bath? need to get the pollen out but i'm too sleepy to do it myself", and matty's heart just BURSTS at how cute and domestic and genuinely painfully repressive this is going to be for him. but he does it, and you both love it, and then the two of you curl up on his bed to watch another gilmore girls ep and you fall asleep on matty. he just lets you sleep, foregoing the episode in favour of watching you, just aching with how much he loves you and how desperate he is to tell you <3

[rockosaur]

Midwest emo fans when a singers voice cracks

[waitingx2xdie]

xnoraxcarpenterx asked: A thread where Kat is driving Nora's shit car for some reason cuz Nora is too emotional or smth to drive & she's just bitching about how shit it is or w/e. Idk

“What the fuck is this?!” Hand clattered against the radio, twisting the dials, hearing the static crackle over the airways. I’d only recently come to buy my own Ford Expedition and already I’d forgotten how janky and unreliable old ass ‘classic’ quote unquote car models had always been. Or rather, maybe I’d blocked it out of my memory, like I had every other shred of my old life in the wake of my newfound success. And boy had that come back to bite me on the ass now. Nora was freaking the fuck out. Not that I could blame her. I’d be freaking the fuck out, too, if an elevator had just attempted to press my face into a compact trash cube. Shit, I WAS freaking the fuck out. Not that I was letting it show. But ever since Death had failed to knock off Nora, he’d been knocking at MY door. I was next. So it was with one hand on the wheel, I continued to twist and turn the scratched up dials of Nora’s twenty-year-old radio, flicking between frequencies to try and find one station, any station, that played a half decent freaking song to bury the anxiety creeping around in the back of my head. 

“Jesus, the least you could do is get a Goddamn Kenwood…” A groan physically left my body as the whirring noise gave way to a song from the 70’s and I was quick to just shut the damn radio off all together. The last thing I needed was to have to listen to Rod Stewart or, God forbid, Marvin Gaye. “Next time we go chasing a pregnant lady, you’re getting in my car, and Burke is chauffeuring the rest of the guys around in this pile of junk.” Hand reached instinctively for my pack of cigarettes, lighting one up, taking a large drag, and blowing it out the window. “Least you have a car.” Unlike Eugene. “And aren’t so tweaked outta your mind you can’t legally operate a vehicle.” Unlike Rory. “So how are you feeling anyway? Calmed down yet?” Another drag. I refrained from dragging Kimberly’s name through the mud. Wasn’t her fault her car was totaled by a truck. Actually, wait. No, yeah it was. It was totally her fault for double parking on a highway across two lanes after having a vision of a drunk driver that had t-boned her friends once already. “You can have another pill in a few hours.” Lick of my teeth before I flipped open my pack of smokes. “Or you can have a smoke now.” I looked at her, unsure if she even smoked at all. I shrugged. “Helps me.” 

[iamthecomet]

Do you ever get thoughts like “I need Cumulus to fuck me stupid on her strap and then have Sunny fill me up over and over again“?

Because I do and now I have the urge to write Rory getting absolutely RUINED

YUP. UHUH. I HAVE THESE THOUGHTS WITH SURPRISING FREQUENCY. I think Cumulus ruining me with her strap would actually fix me. You should do it. Rora getting DP'd by Sunny and Cumulus? Add Cirrus in and they can run a train on her? Or Cirrus shove Rora's face into her cunt and hold her there while Lus or Sunny (fuck it, Lus AND Sunny) just wreck her.

We all know our little Aurora is a size queen. She wants be stuffed full. It's only fair for us to indulge her.

[revived--c]

Personally headcanon Aurora/Rory to be an earth and air multi ghoulette.

Which means when you enter her room-- there's plants EVERYWHERE!

In the windowsill, hanging up on her ceiling, terrarium on her nightstand.. the whole shabang.

Also headcanon that earth types can actually hear/understand their plant babies. They can hear this frequency that they call music-- which is something plants actually make!!

She can tell when they're feeling low by their music-- which makes it even easier for her to help one if it's not doing so well.

The air element in her also helps-- like it it's recently been really dry out or stagnant for the plants. She'll help energize them with her air element.

[juicezone]

1, 7, 8, 37, C, D?

1: What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do? Ward can sit still for like.. five or ten minutes unless he's super focused on his work, and half the time he works standing anyway (in which case thats.. not nothing to do so Cooper can sit still for a decent while! He used to pride himself on sitting so quietly people forgot he was there when they were younger and he's not very successful in breaking that habit. probably around the 20-30 minute mark Rory can definitely sit still for a long time, and usually cherishes the chance to because he's so busy on the farm. WILL probably fall asleep though! Sometimes just zones out, especially after a long day or if hanging out with farm babies

7: What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling? Ward: listening to rain on umbrellas and weather reports specifically for his hometown! Also, kids science cartoons. Yeah, he likes the feeling of nostalgia, though mostly when he's not regressed (when he's little, he's too active to sit and appreciate nostalgia lol) Cooper: Books about ducklings + rubber duckies, gumballs (esp the like 25 cent ones), and sleeping bags! They don't dislike the feeling of nostalgia, but they can only take so much before it starts bringing him down Rory: Juice boxes! Fruit salad skewers, and blowing on dandelions. Not too bothered either way about nostalgia, honestly

8: What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child Ward: START READING. if it wasnt a science related book, ward could not care less about it. genuinely, English classes were a misery for all parties involved! Stop going outside without a raincoat, and dang it, stop going outside in the middle of huge storms! Cooper: Would get told he needed to start speaking up for himself if he wanted things, and then would get told to stop being so demanding :/ "You need to start letting your siblings play with you!" "If you dont want them to touch your things, you need to stop leaving them out" <- older sibling never wins moments Rory: Please stop falling asleep in the sheep pen, we cannot find you. PLEASE. (POV: you are capri and you cant find your regressor in the sheep herd and the sheep totally know and wont help you)

37: Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)?  Ward: Does not even bother, honestly. Basic memorization and simple frequency of usage is enough for him! ( but he's the kind of person to ask why you have color coded folders). Otherwise his work organization is entirely just.. related to the topic lol. Weather science - Non-weather science, but no fancy tricks! Cooper: Is the sort of person to mumble "Righty tighty, left loosey" under their breath! More likely to use anagrams, prefers things reasonably color coded (red engineering/security, blue science/medical, gold command). is the type to get stressed by trying to create ways to remember that are too specific, so they end up getting stress Rory: Color coding, usually! Nothing super complex, he doesnt have a lot he really needs to specifically remember

C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? <- not at all embarrassed to admit my (agere) ocs are pretty much self indulgent first, story second D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? Definitely edited for rory! At first he was more human and like. with horns and non-human ears and then i went "hmmm. you know what? lets have more fun with that" (also lowkey embarrassing bc i used to specifically try and like.. idk simplify? baby-fy? whatever my art style instead of just like. drawing like usual lol

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greetings from fairewoods, california! we hope you're having a wonderful time, harley keener ( marvel — mcu & comic influences ) and francisco "forrest nash" sanchez ( killer frequency ), here in our little sanctuary! make sure you read the checklist, and we'll be sending you the discord link through ims! welcome to a land where everyone gets their happy ever after, arden!

{  marvel ( mcu + comic influences, canon, ca ).  froy gutierrez;  ze / zem + he / him;  nonbinary.  }  —  do you hear that? it sounds like ( everybody dies ) by ( rory webley ).  i think i heard ( harley keener ) playing this before.  have you met them yet?  they’re a ( twenty - three ) year old ( head mechanic at fairewoods automotive repair and for - hire hacker ), and they’re usually always hanging around ( beyond tavern ).  they’re known around town for ( getting banned for a year from claw carousel for clearing through all of their machines ); fitting for them, since they’re so ( innovative ) yet ( blunt ).  they’re sort of associated with ( trying to walk through the wild tundra of a snowstorm, the dried stains of machine grease left on calloused hands, and mindless patterns drawn onto the condensation of a glass ) which makes total sense when you get to know them.  i wonder how they’ve been doing lately;  last i heard from them, they were telling me about a dream they had?  something about ( not being able to help tony more before his death ), but i’m not sure what they were talking about.  they always do tell the strangest stories…  //  [  arden,  26 / pst,  he / she / it.  ]

{ killer frequency ( canon, ca ).  edgar ramirez;  he / him;  cis man.  }  —  do you hear that? it sounds like ( dancing in the dark ) by ( bruce springsteen ).  i think i heard ( francisco sanchez ( forrest nash ) ) playing this before.  have you met them yet?  they’re a ( fourty - seven ) year old ( late night radio host for fwr77.9 ), and they’re usually always hanging around ( sapphire sound ).  they’re known around town for ( moving back to fairewoods despite aspirations for something "more" growing up ); fitting for them, since they’re so ( ambitious ) yet ( aloof ).  they’re sort of associated with ( fireflies coming out with the steady breeze of a summer night, matching heartbeat with the drumming rhythm of an addictive song, and familiarities in steadying emotions in high - stress situations ) which makes total sense when you get to know them.  i wonder how they’ve been doing lately;  last i heard from them, they were telling me about a dream they had?  something about ( not being able to stop peggy from going alone to meet marie ), but i’m not sure what they were talking about.  they always do tell the strangest stories…  //  [ arden,  26 / pst,  he / she / it.  ]