#she was supposed to have any spice in her design at all

[hahaoatmeal]

That is NOT Skirk. That is not Skirk #affirm oh my god why does she fucking look like that I mean genshin designs have been pretty boring for a while now but oh my god. What the fuck. I thought she was gonna look cool and abyssal. Why does she look like generic anime girl #283 that you’d find in any other piece of media. Oh my god she was supposed to look COOL

I saw the beta design leaks and I was just ignoring them and hoping the final design was going to be very different and unfortunately it Was but in the wrong direction. Why does she LOOK LIKE THAT

[shoutydwarf]

veilguard spoilers !

literally None of these characters are above b tier for me except davrin and that's carried by him being a grey warden that doesn't need me to therapy speak him into being fixed.

sorry to be a toxic origins bro on main but my favorite characters are always the ones that don't recognize me as the player character pressing the buttons. their development isn't contingent on me making choices for them. they have opinions i don't agree with and which i can't change their mind on, a la vivienne/anders. alistair is one of my top companions because he has LINES in the motherfucking SAND. he will be your brother and/or your lover for the entire game but if you don't put his vengeance above your duty to the wardens, he will leave, if not attempt to seize power and force his ends. same for most all other origins and 2 companions (and inquisition to a lesser degree) - A. the option EXISTS to fundamentally piss them off to the degree they will want to kill you, and B. some of them literally WILL try to kill you. that's how roleplaying games are supposed to work. i am supposed to be a person in this world surrounded by other people in this world and i expect it to feel like that. moreso, i know they CAN make it feel like that, because they DID that in all 3 previous games.

there is no way to fail loyalty missions in VG. characters are so lukewarm that the guild of looting, pirating thieves exercises ethical tomb raiding and does monologue you about it. not a single one has any opinion that beckons you to use your brain cells. these characters do not evoke any emotion from me. i could write whole think pieces on why vivienne has the disposition that she does, why she thinks she's right, why i fundamentally disagree with her but still greatly empathize with her and consider her the best option for divine (out of 2 other companions that are just as complex). i have NOTHING to say about the veilguard companions. there is NOTHING to talk about here.

every single one of their villains are entirely one dimensional and unforgivable. THAT is the true disney aspect of the game. loghain, meredith, samson, calpernia, bhelen, branka, the architect, celene and gaspard, even fucking HOWE all have nuances and complexities to them that, even if you still end up at the conclusion that they're awful, you still have some things to think about. there are reasons leading up to their descents into cruelty and madness beyond just "me wanted power :p for fun :p"

this is also part of why davrin is the only memorable character for me; his villain was someone i knew and, frankly, the only interesting one out of the entire lot but only because she had an entire book's worth of setup. harding's was also great but because of the larger issue with zero catharsis for the titans, i have to kick her down several tiers with the rest of Mid Town.

don't get me started on the hardening system and how it can literally only happen to a single companion as a consequence to a single choice in the entire game. and then that 'hardening' actually has no bearing on their loyalty missions or, in neve's case, their romance.

the game does not make me think at all. it is designed to be consumed but not digested. there is nothing beyond the curtains. there is nothing to discuss. there is no nuance, no spice, no complexity, no grey areas. all that exists to talk about here is "i liked this part" and "i didn't like this part".

it is, like too fucking much of modern media, brain rot soup. and it doesn't even taste good.

[space-blue]

Feyd thoughts from Fenring scene

I was sharing thoughts to a friend while rewatching the Feyd and Fenring scene and figured I'd share it here too, it's my blog innit.

He's walking on his own in a completely empty corridor. Upon being followed he ambushes and pulls a knife, meaning he immediately assumes he's in danger. Calm and collected attitude at this prospect, clearly not his first time.

But he also doesn't toy with her, doesn't threaten her beyond asking about her presence, he's not showing any sadistic traits.

He openly asks if they've met because he recognises her, isn't being coy.

Instead of being violent, he tells her the rules: 'You're not allowed in this section', meaning at least he knows not to be openly hostile to guests.

He's suspicious she got past the guards. He asks about that in a higher pitch, but extremely bland face. He doesn't sound upset or happy or angry. More like low key worried.

From there Margot uses the voice.

She reveals he's shunning his own celebrations, AND he refuses to say why despite being asked with suggestive voice.

He immediately recognises the use of the voice on him and calls her a Bene Gesserit. How? He doesn't answer when she asks what makes him say that. We have to keep in mind that his mother (who he killed) was BG, and since we don't know when she died, it's possible he received some training from her.

He instead says he dreamt about Margot, harkening back to Chani dreams from Paul. Meaning we can safely assume he's just as plagued with semi-visions as Paul was in Dune 1 before going to Arrakis, and we can safely assume that's not common knowledge.

Immediately goes 'Don't mock me woman' when she teases him. BUT crucially, she says "a pleasant dream I hope?" which is not mockery but closer to flirting? It's like he genuinely takes that as a literal tease, when the actual teasing is when she says "I wouldn't dare!" which he doesn't comment on, maybe because he's used to many forms of grovelling.

He also reacts as if the voice is a physical pressure, like when you come down on a plane and your ears get blocked, and tries to shake it off:

Again with 'I know your BG tricks'

Margot asks, again, and gets no reply, again. She even says "tell me" in a normal voice. There is no cut or weird editing afterwards, so we can assume that Feyd didn't answer either time he was asked.

Instead he takes his bearing and looks around. He is not aggressive or panicked when he admits to not recognising the place.

Dude is designed to blend into his surroundings. Bonkers he doesn't wear gloves at this stage.

Risk taking : he steps unprompted in the door entrance, and she then says "come to me, kneel," etc. BUT we know he KNOWS about the BG tricks, so we can suppose that he's actually making the decision to go in despite knowing full well she can and will control him.

There's plenty of hints that he may still be heavily under her charm, but there's also evidence he can resist the voice she uses on him (he never answers her repeated questions, tries to fight it off).

He never reacts agressively. He says "where are you going?" with some heat when she leaves though, which to me hints at loneliness. He was all alone avoiding every harkonnen under the moon on his birthday despite being the king of the night, meets a random chick he dreamt about, and now she leaves? Spiced suggested though he may ask because he's not used to people leaving without being dismissed. But imo these can blend.

I lean towards Feyd being quite resistant to the voice because they sent Margot in the first place. Yes, Mohiam wants a child made, but in her excuses, she does't say "I want him bred". Instead she says she's a motherly figure and he might have killed her because he killed his mom. If the voice was such a perfect tool of control, that wouldn't really be an issue, especially once you have him under the Gom Jabar.

There may be an element of "These men [Paul and Feyd] are one generation away from the KH and can't be toyed with carelessly".

He also killed his BG mother, which means he's capable of killing a sister and not any small fry.

So they send a sexy woman to woo him and yet she still has to ask multiple times about what he knows of the BG.

Regarding his dreams, it's also possible Feyd is so compliant and keen to follow Margot because he might have foreseen a freaky good time with her.

One is left to wonder if he looks at Mwaddib walking into the throne room with such intensity not because he's hot for him (he doesn't yet know it's Paul), but because he may have SEEN this scene in dreams. We know Paul was very affected by the spice in the air and food on Arrakis. We also know he made frequent false visions (Jamis helps but it ends up being Chani. Chani and him cut ambiguously in the killing scene. Seeing himself in Chani's place in the final combat scene...) So we can also imagine Feyd may be overconfident in taking in the Emperor's challenge because he's dreamt of this too. Just spitballing.

The BG call him a sociopath with a side of hollywood competency. He has a bit of the BBC Sherlock and Hannibal Lecter disease. He should not be as tame or as competent as he's described and shown if he had the full disorder.

It's very interesting to look at the Fenring scene with sociopathic traits in mind and see how they apply or don't.

He's not getting his need for validation avoiding the party, but he just survived an attempt on his life by his Dear Uncle before getting his freedom dangled in front of him. Lots on his mind.

He's not prone to anger outburst in general. His behaviour isn't very erratic either. Both of these classic traits were probably curb-stomped by the need to fit the mold imposed by the Na-Baron position.

But he definitely has a high sense of his superiority and is opinionated. He speaks up unprompted during the Baron's interview, and again behind the Emperor with 'he's bluffing'

High propensity for violence: check. Whole film, basically. He can be prompted by anger (against Rabban), perceived threat (arena), reactive/defensive (against Margot trailing him). Violence in reaction to fear isn't shown.

Difficulty maintaining relationships : the only people he seems fond of are his once shown, once mentioned pets he brings with him. His family relationships are what they are, and he has no friend to go to on his Birthday.

Generally fearful, vulnerable to anxiety and rejection, easy to humiliate : what a cincher. This is him reacting defensively to Margot's flirting. The BG say fear of humiliation is one of his levers, and if you give him a strong attachment to an honour code, it's very easy to manipulate.

IMO this feeds into his displays of vanity (black teeth, tailor made pretty pets). Also since black is seen as a rich and beautiful colour on their world, his all black outfits with clean cuts may not be as muted as we think they are.

the end... for now.

[lucksea]

YESSSS POSTING LITTLE CHUNKS IS THE SPICE OF LIFE! 👀 the PLA self insert fic OR any Lucky Mew scraps u may have?

I DONT HAVE ANY LUCKY MEW SCRAPS AT THE MOMENT she was a sona alt design that got away from me and i havent decided enough of her plot to write anything. but heres ... i was going to do screenshots for this but again theres actually a lot of this and i thought about it and decided i might as well jsut post all of it so heres a long as fuck copy pasted entry of the entirety of the isekai doc. under the cut. have fun smile. featuring skylark my cohost and one of the anchors in the sea that is life

DAY ONE

-wake up on the beach

-literally no memory of how i got here. How the fuck did i get here

-i am still an adult man and i spawned in with a shiny jolteon

-oh god.

-im gonna fuck up the timeline so bad. Oh no

-skylark straight up talks to me and i physically pog

-immediately from now on attempt to down low talk to every pokemon i see. They are all as weirded out by this as the humans are

-my android. my fucking phone

-catch the little freaks for laventon same as usual. My hand eye coordination isnt that great but i only miss once ✌️

-the oshawott puts up a fight and sky zaps the fuck out of it. Hardly even a battle

-be questioned by cyllene

-look man …… i have no answers for you. I fell from the sky with this thing and no memory (of how the fuck this happened) i swear to god

-apparently nobody in the galaxy team has heard of being able to talk to pokemon.

-kamado does not like that i showed up no memory no money no job and started asking weird questions so he gives me a harder trial. Fight the alpha bibarel at the dam past deertrack heights

-rei and akari are both there. Thank god. If i fuck it up and stop being the protagonist one of them can do the story mode

-skylark points out that given the severity of catching a starly shinx and bidoof in the game, they are for sure definitely for real trying to kill us by making us fight an alpha bibarel on our first day

-well. thats probably fine. More glory for us

-walking through the obsidian fieldlands is actually really nice other than all the little bitches trying to kill me

-huh isnt this deertrack heights. Its weird to see it without a camp here. Oh god the fucking geodude

-we take on the alpha bibarel thats blocking the way to the woods

-by we i mean my buddy the mean green electric machine

-hm this thing is pretty strong actually huh what level is skylark supposed to be –

-[haggard and soaking wet] that thang didnt stand a chance 😏

-lament to skylark that i wish id gotten transformed into a different form because i want to wear the cool zoroark mask if it exists but i cant do that with glasses

-ok anyway. We’re clearly in this for the long haul we need to brainstorm a team

-skylark tries to do her I CAN TAKE CARE OF IT MYSELF shit and then we both stare into the distance as an image of arcanine fades into our minds

-no we need a water type.png

-but not bibarel. Sorry bibarel.

-laventon didnt give me the oshawott bc i literally already had a pokemon so samurott is off the table (SAD)

-eevee are so rare and i am not going to be the eeveelution guy so leafeon and vaporeon are also no go even if i like them. A freaky jolteon is enough

-what other water types are there.

-gyarados

-hatch a master plan to speedrun to kleavor and catch the gyarados flying around the mountain range above the forest

-I ALSO WANT A SCIZOR 🥺

-skylark voice Can you look me in the eyes and promise me that you will not start shaking and crying as soon as you get anywhere near a scyther. Can you truly say with a straight face that your insect phobia will not apply to pokemon if pokemon are real

-i believe in my ability to forget fear in the face of love. And i love scyther.

-both of those are flying types and kleavor is a rock type so unless i find a metal coat day 2 or i want to let my soon to be three idiots fight a nightmare battle we need a fourth party member to take on the boss

-what other fucking pokemon are even in this area. I dont remember

-give up on brainstorming for now and go back to the camp victorious

-i expect kamado to give some kind of like halfhearted thing because he thought i was going to die but then he says some shit about sensing the strength and valor in my heart or something. Ok <3 yay <3

-congrats you get to have a house. Welcome to the security corps

-

-THE WHAT

-FUUUUUUUUCK

-i dont even get a cute scarf as part of my uniform. This sucks so bad. Fuck my stupid baka life

-oh yeah i need to eat

-please buy me food professor please buy me food professor please b

-SUCCESS I LOVE YOU LAVENTON MARRY ME i dont say that out loud but i think it.

-fried potato mochi goes crazy. Not in any world what i was expecting but its good

-go to sleep in my new house. The first time i get a taste of living alone and its in a straight up isekai situation. Figures

-i havent gotten any texts from arceus. Is my mission even still to collect all the pokemon

-check my phone

-no new messages

-please lord have mercy on my fucking SOULLLLLLLLL

DAY TWO

-wake up

-new job is to escort the teenagers + professor to the areas. Oh my god. We are going to fuck up the plot of this game so bad

-WHAT ABOUT KLEAVOR???

-apparently i am still the one who is going to take on kleavor because im the best fighter in the fucking region.

-youre goddamn right. (THANK GOD THE TEENAGERS DONT HAVE TO DO IT)

-i may only be 22 years old but KAMEN RIDER DEMONS VOICE i will lay down my life to protect these 15 year olds ive known for 24 hours

-hmm skylark i know we already fucked up the plot but dont you feel like we’re forgetting something

-stare at each other

-oh my god. Where the fuck is Zora

-SURELY BECAUSE ME AND SKYLARK REMEMBER EVERYTHING ZORA ALSO REMEMBERS AND KNOWS AND IS AWARE. IS IT A ZORUA OR A ZOROARK. IS IT IN THE ICELANDS OR IS IT HERE. THERE ARE TOO MANY VARIABLES

-worry about that later. When our lives are not immediately on the line . we have to go to deertrack heights again

-hi Mai :] hi munchlax :]

-oh yeah battle

-skylark. Blast that thang

-oh yeah the kricketune

-skylark. Blast that thang

-this is literally what it feels like to play a game and have access to the crazy overpowered dlc characters and destroy the early enemies. My new game plus swagger

-apparently the clans do have records of people who can communicate with pokemon so my instant conversation with munchlax is super weird but not unheard of

-please dont say its like a religious thing. please

-”i mean we did make them wardens but it wasnt just because they could talk to pokemon. Like the lords are the ones who choose the wardens. Its not really our decision”

-ill take it.

-that explains why lian and sabi are wardens despite being like ten years old. I do not point this out because i should not know who they are

-mai says shes glad to see people in the galaxy team who walk alongside pokemon as equals. I realize that i actually have no idea if skylark even has a pokeball but it feels distinctly crazy fucked up for me to put her in one of those so i dont say anything about that either

-mai does not give me a flute or anything and adaman does not show up but wyrdeer does give me a weird look. Hi wyrdeer. Do you have something to say

-he doesnt. Aw man

-deertrack heights camp gets set up while we continue to the forest

-were not fighting kleavor today we just have to “study it” aka watch it tear the fuck out of some trees and agree that thats probably a danger to everyone and god

-lian is there YAY LIAN

-he agrees that kleavor is kind of scary but its not our business so we should stay away and let pearl clan handle it.

-rei and akari try to argue and lian challenges them to a battle

-skylark and i make significant eye contact. We probably cant afford to slip away and catch the scyther while this happens what if the children get attacked

-akari has her pikachu and rei has an eevee

-Of Course He Does.

-due to the nature of the world a 2v1 isnt against the rules and rei and akari win

-lian begrudgingly concedes

-i tell goomy hes cute. Because he is. He is baffled

-IRIDA APPEARS

-i really dont want to tell the leader of this clan what to do about her holy figures because thats fucked up but kleavor is straight up murderous and this is real life right now so i state very objectively that my jolteon and i will step in if things get out of hand

-irida does not like this.

-rei and akari add on that i just got here like yesterday and i fought the alpha bibarel and won like 4 hours after waking up on the beach

-well skylark did the fighting. Not me. I just cheered her on because she had a type advantage and the willpower to do anything

-irida contemplates this.

-well whatever we wanna do kleavor is still definitely too dangerous to approach as is so we need to retreat and figure out a way to subdue him enough that battle is even possible

-i restrain myself from giving the balms option outright because i dont want to have all the answers that would be suspicious. And what if thats not even how it works here. What if i look like an idiot. And my aim isnt even that good. I dont even want the answer to be balms honestly

-irida seems like she wants to ask me more questions but she dismisses us for now

-we return to laventons office for the night to brainstorm

-laventon comes up with the balms

-look professor…….. Im not really that good at throwing things ……………………. Catching the little guys on the beach was a fluke i was like 3 feet away from them

-rei and akari start coming up with a plan to throw the balms at kleavor while i keep it distracted

-That Does Not Sound Like A Good Idea At All Guys . What If It Just Attacks You Instead

-skylark brings up rage powder

-this instantly makes me irritated because my two planned team members would have bug and flying covered and thus catching a dustox or whatever would mean id have to rethink my team.

-can dustox or beautifly even learn rage powder

-nobody knows what that is.

-arcphone. Do you have google. Arceus show me Pokemon That Can Learn Rage Powder

-arceus actually pulls up a list of pokemon that can learn rage powder THANKS..? GOD..? wait is this the pokemondb page 

-the answer is no pokemon in hisui can do that.

-we are so fucked

-ok wait what about follow me

-clefairy. Thats in the highlands i cant get that. Elekid. Thats in the icelands i cant get that. Magby. Thats in the coastlands i cant get that. Pachirisu. NOT ANOTHER FUCKING ELECTRIC TYPE

-ok. We need to be able to keep kleavors attention even when there are other people throwing things at it for this plan to work. Can we find a way to do this or do i need to take the balms myself

-i am more willing to just fucking whiff throws than risk other people in this bc there is a CHANCE in this life that i will just respawn and that is not true for everyone else

-i also might not respawn. But theres a chance

-getting a flying type to zip around the arena would only work if we could guarantee that kleavors rock-type moves wouldnt hit which would be hard.

-crobat is probably fast enough to avoid the attacks but theres no way for us to get a crobat that quickly

-drifloon or drifblim might be able to phase out of the way of the attacks and irritate kleavor into pursuing it above any humans in the arena. Ghost types have a habit of annoying the fuck out of people right

-drifloon and drifblim i CAN find easily. I just need to wait in the fieldlands until dark. Sky has a type advantage over them as flying types so if they attack me she can zap the fuck out of them

-they will still be weak to stone axe and stealth rock though. This plan is not a perfect one were gonna be flying by the seat of our pants here

-i wish i had a shellos or gastrodon but i dont think i can swim to the island in th

-IF I CATCH A DRIFBLIM. IT CAN CARRY ME ACROSS. THIS ISNT A VIDEO GAME WITH VIDEO GAME MECHANICS I CAN JUST HAVE MY BALLOON CARRY ME AND CATCH A SHELLOS

-we are catching a motherfucking drifblim. 

-its late at night but going out now would be a bad idea so we agree to go out as normal tomorrow to research and prepare, then stay overnight so i can catch the ghost, and then battle kleavor the next day

-i go back home

-laying down on my cot with sky on my chest

-hey sky how do you think this would have gone if youd been the human and id been a pokemon. What do you think i would have ended up as

-skylark voice i dont fucking know nyarla. I probably would have talked kamado into letting me be in the survey corps or something. You walk through life like a wrecking ball i have no idea what i would do in your shoes because our circumstances would be immediately vastly different

-tahts fair.

-go to sleep

-i dream that im on a boat and all my friends are calling to me on the shore but i cant get back i just keep getting pulled out further to sea and there are cranberries everywhere and spiders clinging to me to get out of the water because suddenly i am not in a boat i am just standing in the water (real dream ive had once taht feels like it would be fitting like narratively)

DAY THREE

-wake up

-well that was unpleasant. Im going to ignore the panic from all my friends thinking im dead and also being covered in spiders. Its probably fine

-ariados isnt in hisui. There are no spiders in hisui. And even if there were i love galvantula. I am immune to bug type pokemon. and fear (MANTRA

-ok time to go to the fieldlands

-while waiting for nightfall i get roped into helping rei and akari do fieldwork. Which mostly consists of skylark beating up baby pokemon while the kids watch. 

-riveting

-i genuinely debate wandering off to go explore and do something more interesting like shiny hunt but i dont want to let the kids get straight up killed when im supposed to be watching them because im not sure i believe in the power of their pikachu and eevee to protect them from any actual threats here. Like an alpha

-the only thing keeping me responsible in this world is responsibility. Who could have guessed

-i experience my midday sleepiness and skylark straight up electrocutes me to wake me up anime pikachu style

-THAT FUCKING HURT YOU DICKHEAD

-shouldnt i be dead from that. I guess humans must be more resilient in the pokemon world just like i theorized. Ill have to keep that in mind later

-the sun finally starts setting and the kids head back to deertrack camp while sky and i venture off to find a ghost

-im still kind of tired but god forbid i get electrocuted again. We persevere

-hey sky was volo supposed to show up yet

-skylark voice honestly ive kind of forgotten whats supposed to have happened at this point. And were only like 3 hours in gameplay wise

-maybe we should stop trying to stick to the game plot, i say, in the middle of a field at 10 pm about to catch a hot air balloon so i can use it to skip two areas of progress and get to an island to catch a little slug before the first boss

-didnt you just play this game, says skylark. Like you didnt even finish it. How do you already not remember what happens at the beginning

-skylark. I dont remember anything ever. You should know this better than anyone. I deleted my save with the limited edition items because i forgot they were limited edition and not dlc. I can forget anything

-we catch the drifblim. Ill come back and add however the fuck this happens later

-head back to the camp to sleep for like 3 hours

-SLEEP

DAY FOUR

-we wake up

-VOLO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-now that im thinking about it we were definitely supposed to battle him at the town gate before coming out here. Well its probably fine

-volo says some obscure shit about the vortex and how interesting it is that i fell from the sky. I debate fucking with him in an uncountable number of ways but decide not to because i like him. I may change my mind in the future

-we do not battle volo because were about to fight kleavor and we need all the strength we can get for it. Im sad because i want to see togepi but i do not say this because it would be insane for me to just know what pokemon he has without being told

-ok everyone before we go on our quest to beat the shit out of a local demigod i have to go on an island quest. Ill be back in like an hour 

-drifblim time 😏

-ok my new friend can you please carry me over there. Please do not try to kill me or some crazy shit like that. I have faith in the power of friendship and the world of pokemon but i do not want that faith to be shattered

-drifblim carries me normal regular style because its so nice and pokemon is a world about being friends with cute monsters that have human intelligence and the power of gods

-shellos time 😏

-id honestly rather catch a gastrodon but sky would be at a disadvantage AND i dont have sky because drifblim couldnt carry us both and i didnt want to pokeball her so shes just chilling on the other shore and idk if i could have drifblim fight and win and catch a gastrodon like 20 minutes before a boss. So shellos it is. Also it would be kind of bullshit for me to just clear the first area with 3 fully evolved pokemon even if i am a grown ass man

-sneak through the grass. Sneaky style

-shellos so cute i love u shellos. I like the blue shellos better than pink shellos but i like pink gastrodon better than blue gastrodon so i do not mind this outcome

-BACKSTRIKE !!

-it catches yay :]

-the gastrodon has witnessed my capture.

-GRAB THE BALL AND RUN

-beautiful moment of drifblim carrying me back while water gets spewed at us. What a great morning to risk my life in battle against a bug made of rocks taller than me while soaking fucking wet

-i gaze at my team and briefly lament the fact that this means i dont get to have an epic sky battle against a gyarados because that sounded like so much fun

-i was literally born to be a pokemon trainer. Going on adventures and quests and battling powerful foes and catching pokemon. This is so awesome

-the fact that this is everything ive ever wanted and that eventually i will have to go back home where magic isnt real and me and sky and zora and everyone are trapped in one body and there are a million things keeping me from the life i want but i have responsibilities to the life i had before that i cant just throw away on a whim sets in.

-oh god

-I CANT START CRYING RIGHT BEFORE FIGHTING A BOSS THE TEENAGERS ARE GOING TO THINK IM A WUSS WHOS SCARED OF KLEAVOR. THEY DONT KNOW IM HAVING A FUCKING GENUINE LIFE CRISIS

-skylark and i resolve to go fight the gyarados anyway for fun later because it will probably be easy and exciting. Just because i cant stay forever doesnt mean i cant enjoy it while im here

-go back to the camp with all my little guys

-ok here we fucking go

-show up to the arena and remember that we have to argue the case for our plan to irida and lian. I forgot

-irida understandably vexed about this whole thing

-i state again for the record that im cool with just doing it all myself because its dangerous and i dont want anyone else to get hurt

-Rei and akari protest and say that they helped come up with the plan and want to help Kleavor in any way they can

-irida agrees with me that its too dangerous for straight up children. How old even is irida. Isnt she like 19. Thats not that much younger than me but we are both still like young adults in the grand scheme of things. Its kind of fucked up that we’re discussing who has the best chance to risk their life and survive here i guess the pokemon world is also kind of fucked up after all

-irida agrees to help us make the balms as long as SHE gets to come with me into the arena to throw the balms while i distract kleavor

-i am surprised by this but i agree because i believe in women

-also it feels way more right for her to have a direct hand in the whole thing considering shes like. The leader of a whole clan. And im just some dude who got here 2 days ago

-while rei akari and lian make the balms irida and i make a game plan

-irida is surprised when drifblim and shellos come out but then shes like actually from what i know about you idk why im shocked that you have a ghost.

-i can only guess what that means. But i think i understand the jist of it .

-game plan

-drifblim does everything in its power to draw the brunt of kleavors fire. It’ll fire off gusts to whip up dirt and do its weird teleportation bullshit so that kleavor cant hit it but will be frustrated enough to keep pursuing

-skylark, shellos and iridas glaceon will lay down support fire for drifblim in case kleavor loses interest or if kleavor knocks it out. If it stays irritated its less likely to notice me and irida

-irida and i will throw balms while the pokemon fight

-shellos says shes not sure she’ll be able to keep up with the fight since she moves so slowly. This is a good point

-she cant sit on skylarks back because shes not a ground type so her firing off electricity will hit shellos.

-drifblim cant take non-ghosts with him when he phases

-glaceon agrees to carry shellos. I am flooded with relief at the fact that i dont have to carry a slug on my head while doing all this shit

-i remember that irida might not know that i can understand pokemon . dont worry about it irida we can talk later

-i also remember the kleavor cheese strat and bring up the idea of ducking behind the tree if kleavor tries to go for us

-irida is unsure if kleavor will remember the importance of the giant tree in his rage, but he hasnt cut it down yet, so its possible he will avoid slicing straight through it to get to us and instead go around

-we will just have to hope so!

-thats  it . thats our plan

-ok. Time to fight kleavor.

-lets pretend drifblim is lvl 25 here since we start with stronger pokemon so it has mystical fire which i think is neutral against kleavor bc of rock subtype

-fight scenes are hard come back and figure the details out later

-someone should get injured here because its a big fight and that will raise tension

-i think the security corps uniform is probably thick for warmth and extra defense so maybe i just get like a really bad scratch on an arm or shoulder but not enough to be a super big deal

-drifblim is knocked out during the battle by a stone axe sorry drifblim i love you

-shellos actually pulling its weight with water pulse and mud bomb

-skylark would know thunderbolt at lvl 25 which is awesome. I forgot that eeveelutions have abysmal move pools except for literally 1 move they can use reliably we’re gonna have to do something about that

-glaceon launches literally 1 ice beam and then realizes it is also so ungodly fucked if it gets hit by a rock move so it focuses on dodging while shellos launches water pulses

-irida and i truly get a lifetime amount of cardio in

-EVENTUALLY WE WIN

-kleavor explodes with light and then hes back to normal yayyy yippeeeeeee

-we have a conversation. He couldnt talk when he was frenzied because that would have been weird ok just trust me on this

-he gives me the bug plate. It feels like bugs. Thats going in the bag forever thanks though

-well i am actively bleeding and drifblim got blasted but nobody died. Lets go home👍

-report back to commander kamado as mission success and then i immediately get sent to the medical wing bc oh my god nyarla your fucking arm dude (im ok) (its just bleeding a lot) (blood loss is a real problem be careful kids)

-i get patched up and then sent home because im not allowed to spend the night in the medical wing of the headquarters when i have an overprotective neon green jolteon who is fully willing to explode someones heart with electricity if she thinks theyre a threat

-thanks skylark. I love you too

-at least i know that when i get kicked out of jubilife and go face down volo i will have a beautiful dragon woman in the shape of a dog that cannot be stopped by beast, man or god

-at this point i remember the space-time distortions and that i can find jhoto sneasels in the fieldlands if theres a distortion

-WE HAVE TO GET A WEAVILE AT ALL COSTS. JAX MUST BE REAL

-oh i should nickname my pokemon. Skylark was a person so she doesnt count

-fall asleep trying to come up with names for drifblim and shellos

DAY FIVE

-wake up

-were all the nobles like… frenzied at once. Or does it happen one after the other. Literally i dont remember i feel like it was all at once other than arcanine

-while getting ready i drop my bag and my pokeballs fall out

-hm. Those two are modern pokeballs arent they.

-hold the fuck on

-Friend Ball is obviously skylarks. 

-Cherish Ball. hm. I know exactly whos in there dont i

-ZORA YOU FUCKER YOUVE BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME?!

-AND YOU DIDNT SAY ANYTHING?????????

-zora brings up the very valid point that me walking around with a fucking alpha zoroark would not have been any less suspicious than if skylark had shown up as a garchomp

-thats fair.

-but also i absolutely for sure know you just didnt feel like helping.

-zora smiles

[hairstevington]

flowers and ink (part 2)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie and Steve like each other, but unfortunately Eddie thinks Steve is dating Robin, and they're both generally just gay disasters who don't know how to communicate

(part one found here)

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Tattoo Artist!Eddie, Florist!Steve, fluff, gay panic, Platonic Soulmates Steve and Robin, Will is here and we love him, everybody is a sweetheart and an idiot, it's just cute and funny

A/N: Ha ha, remember when I said this would be two parts? I'm having so much fun with it that I'm making it three parts. I hope you don't mind??? Also this story is officially cross posted on Ao3 for those interested!

“Steve, did you give Eddie a 50% tip?” Robin asked as they walked out of Ink About It.

“Well, I’ve never been that great at math,” Steve mumbled, blushing. 

“Uh-huh. I’m sure that’s the reason.”

“He did a great job?” Steve offered. He wasn’t even sure why he was denying the obvious. Robin knew Steve way too well to play these games. 

“You like Eddie,” she stated.

“I barely know him,” Steve shrugged.

“Yeah, but his work is permanently on your skin forever,” Robin pointed out. 

“Jesus, why did you have to say that?” Steve whined with a groan. “He’s hot, okay? Will you just leave it?”

He knew she wouldn’t leave it. It was kind of her specialty.

“It was just so cute seeing you be all flirty with him,” Robin said. 

“God, I hope it wasn’t that obvious.”

“Don’t worry, he was too focused on his work to notice,” she assured him. “Come on, we just did something big, let’s celebrate!”

So, they did.

The next time they worked together, the teasing was relentless. Steve couldn’t escape it due to the tattoo shop being right through the glass. He couldn’t help trying to see if Eddie was in there. 

“Oh my god, just go back there and talk to him,” Robin suggested.

“I can’t just go there, Robin,” Steve replied. “I’d have to, like, make another appointment or something.”

“You’re willing to get a new tattoo every time you see this guy, Dingus?” Steve chuckled.

“If I have to, sure.” Robin smacked him playfully on the arm. 

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Oh, and you’re any better?” Steve challenged. “Remind me again why you started working here.” Robin rolled her eyes. 

“Whatever, we’re both gay disasters,” she replied. “I still think you should go over there. I’ll cover for you.”

“Wait, you mean now?” Steve asked, confused. 

“Yeah,” Robin confirmed. “It’s been so slow I’m going crazy, Harrington. I need something to spice up the day, and this fits the bill.” She put her hands on his chest and pushed him backwards toward the front door. “Do it. Go.” Steve sighed.

“It’s a good thing I love you, Buckley.”

And with that, he was off to the tattoo parlor.

-

Bob took the morning off to take Will to brunch, leaving Eddie alone in the shop. He didn’t mind holding the fort, because he could plan breaks and moments to relax based on the appointments he had for the day. Tattoo shops were chill.

Most people generally knew not to walk into a tattoo place without notice. Appointments and communication beforehand were necessary so that the artist could design and adjust, plan their day, etc. 

Steve apparently didn’t have that memo. But when he sauntered into Ink About It, Eddie didn’t care about his lack of a heads up. 

He was wearing his work polo - light blue with the name of the flower shop over his heart. He looked a bit nervous, but Eddie figured that was because the man clearly did not fit into a place like this. 

“Back for more already?” Eddie teased. Steve blushed, and it was cute how nervous tattooing made him. He wondered if Steve regretted getting one in the first place. 

“I just have a question,” Steve said. He walked up to the counter and leaned his elbows on it, making the height difference between them drastic enough where Steve had to angle his chin up to make eye contact. 

“Shoot,” Eddie permitted. 

“Is the damn thing supposed to like - peel?” Steve asked. 

Eddie just about lost it. He never wanted to make someone feel bad for not knowing these things, but Steve was just so goddamn cute about it. He pressed his lips together as tightly as he could so he wouldn’t give himself away, then nodded. 

“Yup,” Eddie answered. “The first week or so you’ll see it flake off. Don’t pick at it or scrub it or anything.”

“Would it come off if I do?” Steve asked. 

Okay. Now the guy HAD to be fucking with him. Don’t laugh don’t laugh be professional do what Bob would do.

“I - uh, well no I’m afraid tattoos are permanent, Steve,” Eddie responded. Steve looked at him dumbly for a second, then shifted back up to standing and burst out laughing. 

Eddie watched, confused, until Steve spoke again. 

“I’m just fucking with you Eddie. I may not know a lot about tattoos, but I know they’re permanent, okay?” Eddie seeing Steve goof around like this was charming in a way Eddie hadn’t seen yet. He’d really only known Steve with a brave face on, caring for Robin when she got scared. Eddie had already been crushing on Steve, and hearing him laugh now took the crush to new heights. 

“Oh,” Eddie said, smiling back with a light chuckle. “Alright then. So yeah, if it’s flaking that’s okay, but I can look at it if you want.” Steve nodded, so Eddie gestured for them to go back to the space where Steve got the tattoo in the first place. 

Steve stood there awkwardly, looking at the table he was supposed to sit on, then down at his ankle, then back up. 

“How do you want me?” he asked. 

Eddie really wished he didn’t say that. 

“Uh, you can just sit like you did the other day and pull your pant leg up.” Steve did as told, crossing his left leg over his right so his ankle was in clear view. 

Eddie knew at first glance it was healing just fine, but he lingered on his work for an extra few seconds, just to extend the moment as much as he could. 

“So, what’s the verdict?” Steve asked, nervously. Eddie shook his head to get himself out of his daze. 

“Everything looks good,” he confirmed. “Maybe a bit dry. Are you putting lotion on it?”

Steve nodded, then named a kind of lotion Eddie knew was shit for this sort of thing, but it would do in a pinch. Eddie caught sight of the clock and realized Bob was going to show up with Will any moment. 

“I guess I should head out,” Steve said, noticing Eddie’s focus drifting to the time. 

“Uh, right,” Eddie said. He really did need Steve to go, but he didn’t want him to. “Yeah, I got - the manager is coming in soon with this kid who I guess is into art. I’m supposed to show him the ropes and -” Eddie paused, realizing he was just about to spill his whole guts to Steve without even thinking about it. 

“And?” Steve pressed. Shit. Eddie took a deep breath. 

“I guess the kid just came out and Bob thinks he needs another gay person to talk to or something,” Eddie admitted. 

“Oh,” Steve replied. Eddie couldn’t read his expression. He definitely looked a bit surprised, but most people did. Eddie couldn’t even count the amount of times someone had said something like, I had no idea. You don’t look it. Like, what the fuck does that even mean? He waited for Steve to say something similar, but instead the door opened. 

“Hey, Eds, we’re back!” Bob announced from the waiting area.

“Uh, good luck,” Steve mumbled, fixing his pant leg and standing up. He turned to leave, but froze when he saw the kid. “Will?”

“Steve?!” 

“Wait, you two know each other?” Eddie asked, confused. 

“Uh, yeah. I kinda used to babysit him,” Steve answered. “How have you been, dude? You’re almost as tall as me now!”

Eddie and Bob watched as Will ran to Steve and hugged him, both of them smiling warmly. 

“I’m good! Things are good!” Will said. He separated from Steve and looked to Eddie. “You must be the artist Bob has told me about.”

“That’s me,” Eddie replied with a wave. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Well, I gotta get back to work,” Steve said, knowing that he was no longer supposed to be there. “But you’re in good hands with Eddie. He just gave me my first tattoo and he’s pretty great.”

Eddie had no idea why Steve was complimenting him so much. He could feel himself blushing. 

“You work at the place across the street?” Will asked. Steve nodded. “Yup, with Robin,” he answered. 

“Oh, how’s she doing?” Will asked. 

“She’s good. Same as always. Still the best person I know.”

Aww. That was sweet. But also annoying. For Eddie, anyway. Their goddamn relationship was long term and solid as ever, apparently.

Steve insisted again that he should get going, and then he was off. 

“So,” Eddie said, clapping his hands together. “What do you want to see first?”

They started with a tour of the place. Eddie showed Will his tattooing space first, going over the tools and explaining how it all worked. Then, Will started asking Eddie about his own tattoos, so they went over all of those next. It took a long time, because Eddie had a lot of tattoos to explain, each of them with their own backstory. Some backstories were more involved and coherent than others. Some of them just consisted of, “oh yeah, I was kinda tipsy and it seemed like a good idea at the time. Don’t do that by the way.”

“I don’t want a tattoo, anyway,” Will had responded. Eddie nodded, but had an inkling from the way Will was so fascinated by all this that he’d change his mind someday. 

After that, Eddie showed Will a bunch of designs he’d done in the past, then a few he was currently working on. Will ended up showing Eddie some of the drawings he’d done. 

“Oh, shit,” Eddie said, completely blown away. “You’re really talented, man.”

“Thanks,” Will replied with a smile. “I’ve been doing it my whole life.”

“That’s awesome. So, you think you’re gonna get into tattooing?”

“I dunno, maybe,” he responded with a shrug. “I’m going to college in the fall for art, but I don’t really know what I’m gonna do with it yet.”

“That’s soooo normal,” Eddie replied. He’d heard people say as much often, so he figured he’d pass the knowledge along. “I didn’t go to college, but I found my place here. I wasn’t an artist my whole life like you, but it turned out to kind of be perfect for me.”

“Isn’t it weird to have your designs on people’s bodies forever?”

“It’s kind of awesome, actually,” Eddie said with a grin. “It was a little wild at first to work on skin, but thankfully they had me start on oranges, first.”

“Really?” Will asked, amused. “I had no idea!”

“Yeah!” Eddie responded. “You wanna try?”

“You just have an orange lying around?” 

“I like citrus, what can I tell ya.”

Will practiced a few designs under Eddie’s watch. He caught a glimpse of Bob in the office, smiling at the two of them bonding. 

Will was cool. He was sweet. He was also sarcastic in a sneaky way. Sometimes he’d say something that caught Eddie off guard, just because Will seemed shy and quiet at first. He wasn’t, really. 

“I know why Bob wanted me to meet you,” Will said. They’d peeled the orange and were now splitting it.

“Hm?” Eddie asked. “I mean, so you could check out the shop, right?”

“It’s okay, I know he wants me to talk to other gay people,” Will pointed out, rolling his eyes. “Bob isn’t that slick.”

Eddie chuckled. Smart kid.

“Yeah, well I’ll talk about it if you want me to, but figured I’d let you bring it up first. When I was your age, I didn’t really wanna talk to anyone, but you’re a lot different than I was.”

“What do you mean?” Will asked. 

“Uhhhhhhh….” Eddie looked around nervously. Bob had closed the door to the office. “I was all over the place back then. I was the school freak - that’s literally what they called me.”

Eddie had gotten over the trauma of high school the last few years. His life stabilized, and he realized all the shit people thought about him were irrelevant. He left all of it behind, and he was a lot happier now. 

“People bully me too,” Will confessed quietly. 

“People suck,” Eddie said with a sigh. “I guess that much hasn’t changed since I graduated. Maybe we aren’t so different after all, then.”

Eddie didn’t think Will dealt drugs or got into fights like Eddie used to, but people don’t have to go through the same things to feel the same things. 

-

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT.

Eddie’s gay. This changes everything. 

Steve did his best to exit Ink About It calmly, and it took everything in him not to fully sprint across the street. He still ended up doing a fast walk that was basically a jog. 

He flung himself to the door and opened it, taking a deep breath. 

“Robin!” he shouted. 

His eyes focused on the absolute chaos happening in the shop. People were everywhere, like what the fuck? Robin was manning the register and answering questions as best as she could, but she was clearly in over her head. 

“Help,” she mouthed with terror in her eyes. 

Steve desperately wanted to tell her that this was karma for her saying she was bored and sending Steve away. He also wanted to tell her about his time at Ink About It. But there were other priorities first. 

Steve quickly swooped in to help her cash customers out. She scurried to the back to handle the many customers who wanted to know about the various flowers being sold. 

Steve was able to gather through small talk with the customers that prom was happening at the school down the road, and everyone was getting last minute flowers for their dates.

More accurately, the parents were. Some brave kids showed up, but they looked completely lost. 

They continued working until the rush died down, leaving the two of them on the edge of exhaustion. 

“That was brutal,” Steve muttered as he splayed himself across the counter. 

“So brutal,” Robin agreed. She was lying fully on the ground, starfish style. Bits of stems and flower petals surrounded her. It was kind of pretty, actually. 

“Hold on, stay right there,” Steve said, pulling his phone from his pocket. Before Robin could object, Steve snapped a picture from above. 

“Hey!” she said, sitting up. “I don’t want this moment of my life documented, Steven!” 

“Yes, you do. Look.” Steve bent down and showed her the picture. After a moment, she nodded. 

“Okay, fine. Yes. That’s going on my Instagram, thank you.”

“You should put it on your Hinge profile, too,” Steve suggested. 

“Good idea,” Robin agreed. She jumped to her feet and sighed. “I’m gonna go clean up the back.”

“I’ll be here,” Steve replied. 

Ten minutes went by, and then Steve heard a squealing.

“Shit! Fuck!” Robin didn’t actually curse that often, so Steve knew something must be very wrong. 

“Robs? You okay back there?” He rounded the corner just as Robin squatted behind some bouquets, concealing herself. 

“Don’t!” she yelled. “Okay, well actually I do need your help, but you have to promise not to laugh.”

“I can’t promise that, but I’ll try,” Steve said with a smirk. 

Robin straightened herself back up, and Steve got the full picture of what had happened. Her hair was all kinds of tangled in a watering can. 

He laughed so hard he cried. 

“I hate you, DIngus,” she muttered, not nearly as amused by the situation. 

“This is why you leave the watering to me,” Steve joked. “Come on, let’s get you fixed up.”

-

This is stupid. This is so stupid. Eddie, you are stupid. Get some help.

He was headed to Flowers for All with unscented lotion. For Steve. Because Eddie had no chill and was a simp. 

He didn’t even care if Steve was queer, or if he was taken. Eddie just wanted to talk to him more. 

So stupid.

Eddie walked in, triggering the bell above the door. He quickly heard voices from the back.

“Shit! Someone’s here!”

“It’s ok I got it I got it.”

There were more sounds of shuffling for a few seconds before Steve tumbled out of a doorway, blushing. 

Oh my god. Did I just interrupt them hooking up?

Eddie somehow felt even more like a dumbass. He wasn’t fazed by them getting it on at work - it’s not like he hadn’t done that before - it’s that he brought goddamn unscented lotion to his client’s place of work, unannounced and unprompted. 

“I - shit, sorry,” Eddie said, just about ready to turn and bolt. 

“It’s okay!” Steve assured him. “What’s going on Eddie?”

Robin ran out of the room so fast she almost fell over. 

“Eddie! What a wonderful surprise!” 

There was a teasing quality to her voice that Eddie mistook for her trying to cover up how flustered she was. This was all but confirmed when Steve gently elbowed her in the rib. 

“I brought this for you,” Eddie said. He raised the stupid fucking lotion so it was in plain view, then forced himself to walk to the counter and leave it there. “It’s what I use. Your tattoo will heal better. Uh - both of them. For both of you, I mean.”

“Hey, thanks, man.” Steve smiled and grabbed the lotion, inspecting it. 

“Do all tattoo artists care this much about their clients?” Robin asked. There was that teasing sound again. Is she jealous or something? 

“Well, I - Bob always tells me to be nice so I do my best. Sorry if I interrupted anything.”

Steve and Robin shared a knowing look. 

“You didn’t,” Steve said casually. “We’re finally dead again, which is the way we like it.”

“Yeah,” Robin agreed. “It was rough earlier, but we survived.”

“We always do,” Steve added. 

They were so friendly and kind, and they clearly loved each other very much. Eddie knew he needed to go. He had to go. He just needs to say goodbye, turn around, and -

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you guys about something,” Eddie blurted out. 

Shit.

He didn’t actually have anything to talk about. But luckily, one of his special skills included the ability to never shut the fuck up. 

He took a deep breath and decided to do a little improv.

(part three)

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[anticipated 10/3] ✩

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 22/40+ | wip | wordcount: pending. masterlist, notes, & moodboard. ART: pearl's character design | pearl & rocket's bunk | heartspur scene | chapter one. nemotia. art by @/frostedwitch| rocket & pearl snuggle

NEW gift art (i'm CRYING). adorable pearl x rocket selfie from @starriidreams and a sexy, steamy waterlily pearl x rocket painting from @hibatasblog. ♡♡♡ seriously, so so beautiful.

the high evolutionary’s flawless pearl chats with the daughter of thanos.

“Do you like coffee?” pearl asks instead, changing the subject. She purses one corner of her mouth. “Rocket’s looks awful—” “I am Groot,” Groot protests with a gasp. “—and I never learned how to make it from beans, but I could bring you some, if you like. We have juice and—” She hesitates. Would Rocket be okay with her offering it? “And morningtea, if you like.” Her mouth twists to one side. “I can see if the medbay has moonmint in stock—“ The Luphomoid flinches — then face shutters, stoic once more. Even so, her dark eyes stay sealed on pearl as she eats. 

“There are other drinks, as well,” Drax speaks up from behind her. “Asgardian and Sovereign liquors and wines in the officers’ commons, and barrels of ale in one of the cargo holds with other food stores.” He pauses, and even though pearl isn’t looking at him, she can hear the hiccup of his sudden backtracking. “Not that you deserve any of it, Daughter of Thanos.” The Luphomoid finally breaks from her temporary stoicism, rolling her eyes. “Water is fine,” she rasps, and tilts her head. “Didn’t you plan to kill me, anyway?” she demands of Drax. Pearl twists to slant her own eyes sideways up at him.  “I still do,” Drax says fervently — then shrugs. “I will use this time on the Dreadnought to convince Rocket and the Terran princess that I deserve the right to claim your life in retribution for the murders of my wife and my daughter. Ronan should suffer as I have done.” The Luphomoid stares at him, then barks a strange, hoarse sound. “Your plan for revenge on Ronan is to kill me?” Drax inclines his chin. “A family-member for a family-member.” The Luphomoid’s sneer is ugly. “Ronan doesn’t see me as family, you idiot. Ronan doesn’t see anyone as family.” Pearl can see Drax’s stumble, the sudden confusion in his dark eyes. “When you battle with someone at your side, you’re family.” The cyborg scoffs and turns back to her food, and Drax’s brow clears. “I suppose… Ronan is only a puppet after all. The true person I must avenge Ovette and Kamariah against is Thanos.” His eyes narrow. “And you are a Daughter of Thanos.” The Luphomoid rolls her eyes again. “A least-favorite daughter for an only-daughter?” she rasps. Cynicism crackles on the gravelled edge of her voice. “Seems like a bad trade.” Again, Drax falters, and the cyborg takes the last bite of the yaro-root filling, mopping up what remains of Kylosian-spiced gravy. Then she shoves the flex-bowl back across the floor toward pearl and leans upward, peering at the Kylosian. “Get me out of these chains and off this ship,” she hisses through her teeth, “and I’ll take you to Thanos’ most-favorite daughter.”

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a story about scars. two survivors learn about themselves, each other, hope, and the universe. a freakish little monster visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night. an adventure of intergalactic proportions ensues. aka raccoons make plans; the universe laughs.

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fluff ✮ | spice ��� | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

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[tomb-of-flora]

You know what, I've decided I'm not done rambling and oversharing for today.

So in my personal life, I am not quiet about the fact that I really liked High Guardian Spice. I don't even really understand what people didn't like about it (and I don't want to hear it, so fuck off with that). I find the characters really endearing, I LOVE the character designs, I was excited to learn more about the old/new magic divide and what was going on with the world, I really vibe with its sense of humor. In some ways it honestly feels like it was made for me—and I've seen it 3-4 times so I can confirm that those feelings hold up to rewatch. It was a lot of fun and it had a great voice!

I love a lot of the characters, but my particular favorites were Amaryllis and Snapdragon. I love any character who calls people "poors" with her whole chest and just has such a fun time with being an asshole, but I also love how Amaryllis acts with people that she *does* like and getting to see her personality persist while still seeing a kinder side of her. I love that she is terrible, but also like, a person at the same time. Snapdragon is a whole different story, which is kind of what I wanted the bulk of this post to be about before I got on my soap box about this show.

Snapdragon's arc as it was forming has to be one of my favorite depictions of a budding trans girl that I've ever seen. I love the way she flocks to the mean girl because she gets to feel at home there. I love the way she's so torn up by insecurity and the idea of who she is supposed to be that everything she says/does feels so confused and twisted up by those emotions. I love the way she's sweet when she's comfortable and you really get to see those pieces of her when she feels like she can be herself, but it's so often cloaked in every other part of life that's been draped over her against her will.

Most of the perspective characters I have written in the past and will write in the future are trans women (a consequence of wanting to feel seen by media, I suppose) and honestly I just hope they're half as good as Snapdragon. I felt so seen in who I was growing up and all the ways I was aching to just exist. I felt so seen in the pace of her progression and the way it was so confused and felt like it was going to come with so many sidesteps, but from an outside perspective the trajectory is very clear and exciting. Truly one of the most comforting and fulfilling depictions of someone like me that I could ever hope to see, and when I feel doubt about the characters I'm writing and the ideas I have, I just remember how happy that character makes me and it really pushes me to keep going and sharing pieces of myself in the hopes that someone else can see them and appreciate them too.

I really love this show, and so many things about it felt so catered to me and my taste, but that's something that I will genuinely always carry with me with tenderness and gradtitude. High Guardian Spice reminded me how amazing it feels to see yourself in art, and it made me want to share those pieces of myself.

(anyway all this to say, Snapdragon my beloved. Her and Sam from Get in the Car, Loser leave my heart so full)

[xinnamonbun]

Got Nostalgic

So I decided to look at some old Inanimate Insanity humanizations I did a couple years back. I'm pretty sure I did these RIGHT when season 3 released. Good times-

(Looks)

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AAAAAAAAÆ-

Below will be humanizations of: Soap, Bow, Paintbrush, Blueberry, Goo, Cabby, Test Tube, Cherries, Taco, Apple, Fan, Lightbulb, Suitcase, Balloon, Lifering, Microphone, Marshmallow, Nickel, and Yin-Yang

⚠️ WARNING OLD ART ⚠️

Off to a great start...the soap hair tie is almost cute...almost. (also I'd like to mention that I only knew like three types of shoes so you're going to be seeing these once or twice)

It's... Okay. This is one of the better ones we're going to see. Why does she have ballerina shoes???

I was really really bad at drawing guys and was much better at drawing girls (not that that was very good either). Paintbrush being an entirely different thing made me nervous that I was going to make them too masculine or too feminine. I remember being SO proud of myself... And like this one isn't terrible... But why are they wearing ice skates- (they're not supposed to be ice skates but that is NOT lined up)

Not terrible. I think that this still gives Blueberry vibes it's mainly the shoes that are bugging me. But other than that it's not BAD.

I remember one of my cousins called him Caillou, I sobbed... I hate that they were right- I MADE HIM BALD

Did not know how to draw a wheelchairs (still don't but I hope I could do better than THIS) THIS DOESN'T LOOK LIKE CABBY. END OF STORY. I also don't want to talk about the dress- it's bad

I guess I don't hate this one. I don't love it either. This one is pretty much just "I could believe that's test tube" BUT THERE'S NO SPICE

I had this headcannon that one of the cherries was trans which is why they never spoke because they were self-conscious of their voice. Not the worst head Cannon but I just can't see it anymore. These outfits also just suck. And the return of the ice skates-

This is season 1 Taco specifically and the idea was upon show to hide the hands while having her fancy spy outfit underneath. With the little that you can see of the spy outfit it sucks. The top doesn't look super bad I guess. I also gave her little fangs that I decided to make gray for some reason so they blended into her skin.

I remember this one was my absolute FAVORITE like I thought this was peak character design. It's not that good but at the very least it's definitely the most okay one here... Except for the fact that APPLE'S KNEES ARE LIKE 5/8 DOWN HER LEG- WHO BROKE YOUR LEG?!? Also are those green jeans? Also return of the ice skates.

RONALD MCDONALD!!! IVE FOUND YOUR COUSIN- in case it wasn't clear (it isn't) this is Fan... Excuse me while I bash my head into the wall- WHAT IS THIS ABOMINATION?!? AND ON TOP OF THAT WE HAVE ANOTHER CASE OF ICE SKATES- I swear if I see one more ice skate I'm going to lose it-

This is...kinda adorable??? The hair doesn't fit though. I still like the socks.

This one isn't THAT bad, it's just...the nose. The idea of her having a backpack to carry stuff is still cute. And-... Are those. Ice. Skates. (Inhale) AAAAAAAAÆ---

Burn it with fire. I didn't even like this one when I first drew it! I always had plans of redrawing it but I never did. In case you need clarification this is Balloon... In my slight justification for why he's wearing... that. I was originally going to give all of the returning season 3 contestants vacation clothes because they thought they were going on a vacation but I didn't really do this with any of the others so it just looks out of place and ugly.

I saw an ad around the time I drew this that showed a child missing their upper lip. I thought that that would be an interesting design choice for Lifering to to represent the hole in his face. I was correct that it's interesting. It being a good design choice before this art style is a different topic- still like the earring I gave him though.

I hate those fingers. They're so small. I hate it. I remember this was my favorite outfit, and now I don't like it that much. But I guess it's not THAT bad. It's still kinda bad.

This is Marshmallow. I needed to lead with that otherwise you wouldn't know who this is. This is straight up isn't marshmallow. That is some random girl that should not be trusted with hair dye.

This one is just...okay. at least compared to the other ones on this list. It's not the worst. It's DEFINITELY not the best. His hair is... Something. Also the return of the ice skates

This one is honestly just funny to me now. Yin just looks done (I feel you buddy) I really played around with a vitiligo (the reason why they have both pale and dark skin; look it up) and I do like the concept I had of this I just don't think I have the skills at the time to properly pull it off.

Wait...is that it? IM FREEEEEEE-

Bonus: (this was made before season 3 and I only found this because it was one of the reference images for my Bow humanization shown above)

You know what I said about Balloon? I take it back. Burn THIS with fire.

Ok NOW I'm free.

(for the record I give you full permission to bash me in the replies, in fact I encourage it. I'm planning on making redo's of these humanizations with my (hopefully better) art skills. So pointing out things that you didn't like in the previous designs or things that you think would be nice to add are greatly appreciated feedback)

[comfy-whumpee]

Flightless 1

The people voted for Boo! Thank you voters!!

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CN: injury/hospital mention, BBU, dehumanisation.

“Hello?”

 “Hi, I’m calling about the ad you placed about refurbishing pets?”

 “Ah, hello. Yes, I can take them off your hands, no charge.”

 “Amazing. Can you collect? We’re at Warrington Drive.”

 “One moment please. I’ll just look you up… Yes, I can collect. What’s the designation and company of origin?”

 “Security designation, from Euroboxies. HXUF8.”

 “And your reason for having them moved on?”

 “It failed. The primary is injured in hospital.”

 “I’m sorry to hear that. I can collect as soon as tomorrow, if you need.”

 “God, yes. As soon as possible, please. Every time I look at them…”

 “I understand. I’ll fully wipe and retrain them. You’ll never have to see them again.”

 “Thank you. Thank you so much. Let me give you the proper address…”

Kacie was standing with her arms tightly folded as she spoke into the phone resting on the dresser. She was framed in the bay window over the coastal view, sun pouring in from all sides to light her in a dazzling silhouette. Her hair crested her head like a wave, her mouth moved quickly, and she kept her gaze outward, eyes flicking across the scenery as she thought and responded.

 She was beautiful even now, fierce and bold with her head held high. Her father’s injuries meant nothing to her in this moment but another task to organise, analyse and overcome. The treatment was one stage. The payment was another. The legal proceedings, a third. Finally, a distant fourth, was dealing with the sorry creature who had failed them.

 HXUF8 sat with their knees pulled to their chest and their arms around their ankles. They were used to the cage by now, after so many nights with Kacie since the incident, but being in it during the day always made them restless. She wasn’t supposed to lock them up. They were meant to be out and active, patrolling her grounds or shadowing her around. She didn’t have any security of her own within her property. Everyone was at the gates. One person slipping by would be all it took, but her guard was locked up because…

 The yawning abyss of grief never opened slowly. It was like a pitfall. The ground fell out from under them suddenly and violently.

 Kacie thought it was their failure, their fault, because it went against everything they were. But HXUF8 knew there was nothing they could have done. A pet, no matter how well they were trained, couldn’t stop a bullet. Not even with their body. It had torn straight through them and nearly killed the primary anyway. Still could.

 It was as if they weren’t there. It was luck that kept them from bleeding out before someone attended to them. But they’d lain on the grass, body flooded with adrenaline that made everything magnified a thousand times, and they’d remembered that they weren’t meant to be like this. They’d once had a name, a family and a life. They’d once had dreams.

 Everything had vanished after, in a haze of bloody red and empty, empty white. But the feeling had remained. They had done everything right. They’d taken the bullet, but the bullet hadn’t cared. They were nothing.

 So they didn’t mind the cage, except for the instincts. They had to patrol. They had to protect. But most importantly, they had to remember why they were grieving.

 Not for the primary, the rich man who’d never once looked at them directly, much less spoken to them. They grieved for that moment where they’d been whole again. Just about to die, just about to remember, but it was forever out of their grasp.

 And now Kacie was going to resell them, and they’d never remember again.

 HXUF8 closed their eyes and rested their head on their still-bloodied knees. They would never be whole. They could never, ever be whole again.

 -

Tara had once been someone who went on missions. She had worked doing the hunting and the retrievals. But even though she had excelled, there were always losses. There were always runaways she couldn't catch, simply because of who she was. She was tall, powerful and in control. She had to be. But some pets, especially the kind that had absconded, would see her and run.

 That was why she had developed the plan for a new operative. She already worked with Refurbs. Why not use one herself? She needed defective pets to fix to keep her business going, and owners needed their losses recouped. She could purchase one and repurpose it, and it would be more flexible than she was capable of, because it would be a traitor to its kind.

 The perfect candidate fell into her lap. The company of origin was dubious quality: Euroboxies were often poorly trained, as the market wasn't well-established and remained unofficial in many places, downright illegal in others. But fiddling with legal loopholes and border crossings allowed her to operate wherever her services were needed. Her hunter would be the same.

 It would have to be disciplined and obedient, and trained for pressure and pain to a high degree. It needed perfect recall and flawless dedication. The guard pet that came onto her radar was a sorry sight, by the time she was arrived to collect, but the potential was there.

 It had been trained for a guard, but not a guard dog, thankfully. It had restraint and could pass as a normal human, with training. The original principal had been failed, but such things happened and it was less of a disaster in her work. A dead pet was cheaper than a missing one.

 She had memorised its designation before arriving. When the seller unlocked the cage, it didn't emerge. It was filthy, a miserable ball of hunched back and bunched limbs, with dirty, mousy hair and sunken eyes. There was intelligence in there, she could see at a glance. It knew its fate would be unpleasant.

 "Out," she told it.

 It barely had the room to push itself forward by the heels, scraping out of the wires. She watched its muscular body move with a critical eye. It should have had no difficulty in escaping from a dog cage. It showed a promising disposition that it hadn't.

 "Stand," she ordered next.

 This took an extra moment, the pet's face tight with pain, but it unbent its folded legs one at a time, and then came onto its heels to rise. The seller scoffed quietly and turned away. Tara ignored her.

 "Follow," she said finally to HXUF8. She watched it glance to the seller, who turned her head away. When Tara walked to the door, it looked back, and moved in small, wincing steps to shadow her.

 She had to let it sit in the car instead of putting it in the boot. She didn't want to risk pet cruelty crusaders snapping her licence plate. She strapped it in and drove, with the windows cracked open to dissipate the smell of the thing.

 It was silent and stock-still for the entire drive, but for restless eyes that swept back and forth over their surroundings, assuming the role of bodyguard even without instruction.

 Initiative. Another good sign.

 The first order of business on their arrival was a cold shower. She worked from an old animal shelter, so it was well equipped to dispense a blast of freezing water. She didn't bother removing the clothes. It would stay in them until she had need to it dress differently.

 It entered the wet room without hesitation. Perhaps it knew this part. She blasted it with the jet, and it held still, braced against the pressure. The only sign it recognised what was happening was that it closed its eyes. No cringing, begging or fawning strategies were deployed. Perhaps Euroboxies and their inadequate training would work in her favour on this blank slate of a creature.

 One question did need answering, though, so after she was satisfied the thing was clean, she turned off the tap and said, "Do you speak?"

 It answered readily enough, voice quiet and hoarse. "If required, ma'am."

 "Mistress Tara," she corrected it sharply.

 That, and that alone, prompted a wince. It didn't look genuine, more of a nonverbal show of regret. "My apologies, Mistress Tara."

 "The first mistake will be corrected. Further mistakes are not tolerated. You are to be retrained and deployed. You will be of use or you will be wiped in your entirety and returned to your company."

 She laid out each law with conviction. This part was the same process as always. New pet, new world, and she wanted it firmly controlled without ambiguity. Too many pets thought a new owner meant they could show their personality. She would have no such thing.

 "Unless told to stay, you follow. Unless told to speak, you are silent. You follow every order you are given by me, and ignore the rest. You are my property."

 It nodded once. No attempt to speak. It was listening.

 "I will now test the quality of your training. This begins immediately."

 It barely had time to process warning before she was running for it, fist clenched and ready to break it in two. It was fast enough to twist out of the way, but did not return blows. Extremely interesting, and not what a guard should be trained to do.

 For a moment they were evenly matched, but the pet was tired and sore, and before long one of her blows caught it in the gut, after which it was child's play to have it winded on the floor. She continued the beating for half a minute after her victory, and then stepped back.

 It rose to its knees immediately, face red with exertion. Tentatively, it set its hands atop its thighs neatly. Again, there was no wince of pain, only its slow movements giving away the bruises she had given it.

 "Tell me why you did not fight back."

 "I was not ordered to."

 She turned and crossed the room. There were clothes here, but they could stay in their wet rags for now. It needed to be tougher than just one beating. Cold conditions, discomfort and exhaustion would be added on top. She would put them through the worst she could before allowing them the luxury of a mission.

 Instead, she selected a new collar. Returning to her purchase with it in hand, she again noted its lack of expression. The presence of a collar should be reassuring to almost any pet, especially after its last one had been removed, presumably due to their failure. The collar was a conditioned reassurance of ownership and belonging. It should want the collar.

 Instead, she saw nothing on its bland features. It waited placidly. She was going to have to hurt it badly, perhaps with the whip. She relished the challenge.

 When she leaned down, its only movement was a slight, instinctual lift of the chin, so that she could easily secure the metal band around its neck. This close, she could see the slight tension of its neck and back. Was it simply from her proximity, or was there an old injury there? She would test that too.

 She had a lot of work to do. But the early signs were promising, and she was confident she could turn it into something of use.

[cloudy-osc]

THE VOTES ARE IN! TIME TO INTRODUCE WINTER AND SPRINGS TWO OTHER SISTERS! but this will be a loooong one because this needs contex.

First we have Autumn!

Shes 13 years old and has a robotic eye...let me explain.When she was five she was snooping inside her parents lab. She accidentally pushed a button that set off a lazer that shot her in her left eye. When her parents saw this they did the only thing they could do. Make her a cyborg. Around this time her mother was pregnant with winter wich gave them the idea of doing this to all of there future kids. Unfortunately for them winter was completely healthy and it would look suspicious to do that for no reason so instead they made spring 3 months later there first full robot child.

But enough of that this is about autumn. Shes the typical angsty teen. She used to be a kids next door operative (numbah 4.10) and is currently a fugitive. She doseint really like the other teenagers (like chad cree ect) and is seen as the weird girl.

She loves Halloween and goes ALL OUT. Its the one time a year that she generally smiles the most. She always dresses up even though the other kids say its for babys.

She actually has a decent relationship with her parents. Like sure she acts out but she idolizes her parents. Her mentality is "they saved my life they cant be evil" and to that i say...ha

Every fall she drinks around 3 pumpkin spiced lattes a day...she has a problem.

And that gose for anything with pumkins or cinnamon.

Her favorite cereal is cinnamon toasts crunch

She loves rock music and as you can see she loves gothic fashion.

She dyes her roots 3 times a month.

She hates hot weather

Ok next is summer!

This is summer shes 5 and shes also a robot.

Ok so basically once spring was made impatiently they starting to design summer. When winter and spring were four summer was built. She was also made to be what spring couldn't and to fix any bugs they had on spring. Like for example spring constantly glitches (she calls it a stutter) but summer dose not. Spring isint water proof summer is you get the idea.

Speaking of water summer loves to swim. She swims like a fish! She loves going to the pool,beach and has a great connection with sea creatures.

Shes training to be a knd operative.

Her eyes were a mistake. They were supposed to be blue but they used the wrong color. She thinks its cool though.

She love drinking coconut water!

She has a collection of the beach/ocean themed rainbow monkeys and there her prized possessions.

She has a raspy voice

She loves hanging out with her sisters and there friends.

Fun fact autumn babysits her all the time. She also babysits the rest of sector n/d (plus julia sometimes but only when shes hanging out with Aubrey)

She loves anything with sea salt (chips cant ect) and her favorite candy is taffy

I think thats it for now feel free to ask anything about them!

[gummy-reads]

Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin

⭐️0/5⭐️

SPOILER-FREE(ISH)

Oh my god, where do I even start with this book? I picked it up totally on a whim while I was shopping for school stuff, and let me just say, I have a lot of thoughts. I started it on August 20th and finished on September 5th, but not because I was hooked—it was more like I had to put it down every so often and just... stare at the wall to process what I’d just read. Gabrielle Zevin, the author, apparently graduated from Harvard with a degree in writing, but honestly, sometimes degrees don’t mean much.

This book? It’s so tone-deaf and weirdly sexual that I was actually feeling nauseous at some points. It’s supposed to be about how romantic love isn’t the most important kind of love in your life, which I’m totally here for as someone who’s aromantic. But the main characters—Sam, Sadie, and Marx—completely ruin that idea. Each one of them felt so empty and impossible to connect with. Sadie’s an egotistical hothead, Sam’s basically a creepy, borderline stalker, and Marx? He’s just... there. He didn’t even have enough personality for me to care about him. There’s zero sense of real friendship between them, just constant fighting. Like, I could read my parents’ divorce papers if I wanted to see adults arguing all the time. The whole thing was either lackluster at best, or just a full-blown disaster at worst.

So, what’s the story? It’s about game designers trying to balance work, friendship, and love, but if you’re looking for a cheap “BookTok” read with random “spice” thrown in just for the sake of it—congrats, this book’s for you. It’s 397 pages of abuse, sex, and toxic relationships, so enjoy! But seriously, the dialogue? It’s beyond cringey. Dov, who is officially my least favorite character (right behind Sadie), actually says, “Make a code that will make you cum” to her—while she’s his student! Like, sir? This is a Wendy’s drive-thru. Please stop.

And okay, fun fact: Gabrielle Zevin is dating someone 10 years older than her, which is fine, but the way she wrote Dov and Sadie makes it seem like Sadie was groomed into the relationship. The “spicy” scenes were so gross, I wanted to tear the pages out. Sadie is written like a wannabe Manic Pixie Dream Girl who hasn’t taken her meds in three years and just chugged a Monster. Her relationship with Sam makes no sense, and there’s zero chemistry between any of the three main characters. There are SO many scenes that seem to be there just for shock value, and the storytelling? Garbage. The characters? Even worse.

Total waste of time.

[randomcerealbrand]

Fast Forward sucks.

I know that's not original, but let me just dump this and run.

Sometimes, with TMNT shows, it's 7 seasons, with a "future" season that seems to be written by a fanfic writer. But even then, that would be disrespecting all the good writers.

Then the last season of that is straight shit, with a change of art style and demographic to keep the show running, but that in turn kicked out it's teen audience, which was more than 40% of the fandom at the time.

The 5 seasons we got for 2012 was perfect, but even then, the main story ended in season 4, with an extra season for fun side stories that help flesh out previous seasons. Again, the alternative future special for it came from a child's diaper. Frankly, it was very sexist, only including and having cameos for every male character and completely forgetting about April, Shinigami, Karai, and even IRMA.

HOW COULD YOU NOT INCLUDE OUR LORD AND SAVIOR IRMA?

Next, lemme talk about why the 5 seasons are the best amount and disprove another very hated series that is uhhhh live-action.

5 seasons is the perfect standard for TMNT shows, because you need to flesh out story and characters in the first season, add more plot to the second season, add in spice and some drama to the third season, and the fourth season is where the main story should end and leave everyone in a state of growth before continuing on to the fifth season, which fleshes out the story, like season one, except it answers more questions than it creates, since it's the final season.

A 6th season isn't needed unless the story begins to drag out, and a 7th season certainly isn't need if you're going to change art styles either right after it or during it.

Stick to an art style all the way through, or else it will be jarring for those who were watching and enjoying the previous seasons.

This all circles back to characters, plot, settings, and overall the best rating you can possibly get for a show.

This is why 2012 is the best TMNT show, hands down. It does have its flaws, but it's good enough to learn from its mistakes and create a nice environment for the characters. And while seasons 1-5 of 2003 are certainly better, the final two seasons diminished the reputation of the first 5. You can't judge a show by a certain few seasons and call it a day, or you won't get the full picture.

Now, on to TNM.

The Next Mutation does not help me prove my point, but that's because it's not a show. It's a marketing tool. The Next Mutation is simply there to run off the original fame of the '87 TMNT, have crossovers, and make money in the most sufficient way possible.

How do I know this, you may ask?

UHM

HAVE YOU SEEN VENUS'S DESIGN?

And the thing is that she is drastically different in terms of design. She is the main marketing tool for the show. But around 30% of TMNT fans were female, so they felt they needed to add another female character to be able to sell to these certain genders so that toy sales can go up, and the show can keep running.

Hence, the creation of Venus De Milo.

Now, don't get me wrong, she would've been a great addition to the franchise if she weren't so butchered and bland to the point of where she was never used in another show again, until Rise.

At least, almost, since they were supposed to have 2 secret siblings, one that was Big Mama's assistant, and the other was a battle Nexus champion (not including Leo.)

Then again, it's just speculation, I could only find proof for one claim by one of the writers, saying that Mama's assistant had more story to her, but I couldn't find any proof for the battle Nexus champion claim.

This stupid info dump is basically to say that Rise deserve 5 seasons, but not 7 seasons. Unless you have a show without much plot, like a slice-of-life story, then you shouldn't have more than 5 seasons, or else you'll most likely be dragging out the story so much that nobody wants to watch the show since it's so slow.

I mean, name one show that had more than 5 seasons and actually had a story.

Other than Adventure Time.

It's very hard to pull off, but not impossible.

But yeah. Season one was supposed to be filled with fun antics the characters could get into to introduce the world around them and the characters themselves. 2012 TMNT did that, and everyone loved it. People just needed to give it a chance and not judge a book by it's cover.

If you want an extra season of Rise, and we might not get it, I highly recommend looking for the Cass Apocalypse AU. It's very well made and very fun to read. (Bottom.)

And if you don't want a "future" season, be sure to look out for the fan project ROTTMNT: A New Age, which gives the fandom a great final season to hyperfixate on. (Also bottom.)

And, if you don't want a fan series to satisfy that itch you're craving, a comic is coming out for Rise soon, having all the comics, Sound Off, and an all new story that was never published, called "The Hidden City." Please go buy it, at least, once it restocks. (Again, bottom.)

Lastly, as of writing this, a Q&A between Ron Corcillo and The Cartoon Base will be happening on July 29th, 2023. Please, if you support Rise, join in on the Q&A, and ask some questions. Maybe we can get a season three if we fight hard enough, but that's only if we try. (Just go to the bottom, fool.)

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

Cass Apocalypse AU

ROTTMNT: A New Age

ROTTMNT: The Complete Adventures

Cartoon Base's Tweet

Oh, and don't get me started on the MOVI-

[sisyphus-prime]

Since you wanted some ideas for cookie designs: persimmon? Egg custard? Omelette? Broccoli? Or soap, since it looks like not all cookies are supposed to be edible anyway?

VERY thrilled that you suggested something and I drew out all 5. Late at night. Not the best plan becauss my writing absolutely fell apart as I went AND my pencil lead got weird. Anyway! Transcription of writing and actual character summaries on read more

Persimmon Cookie (She/Her) + Persimmon Spice Dragon [puppet] (he/it)

"Shadow puppets 4 new years" Persimmon Spice is actually a 3d puppet for out and about, dances, and other things. She makes many puppets for sale and for play, but this one was her first big project. She goes everywhere with it! She spends most of the year crafting, and then goes out for the festivals.

Egg Custard Cookie (She/He)

"Kingdom's Ginger Claus. Terrible procrastinator." I havent really played much of ovb in a long time, but my general knowledge is that ginger claus is passed down! She's the current one, and she's AWFUL about putting g everything last minute. He always delivers on time, but man is it a panic! Wears a fake beard.

Broccoli Cookie (they/them)

"Kiddo. Chronically sleepy. Sleep walking? Not bright but a good pal." The winner of any sleeping contest, this kid is constantly falling asleep. Everywhere. Any space. Any time.. they sleep walk too, so they're usually waking up where they didn't fall asleep.. Something appears to have taken a bit bite out of their frosting, but I dont think they've noticed.... Cauliflower's cousin.

Omelette Cookie (He/Him)

"Full Name Omelette du Fromage. Chef. "Maybe the witches were onto something-"" Omelette runs a nice little kitchen where he's always cooking up something for everyone. Sometimes he'll do free meal nights, and he's always coming up with new recipes. He's got a dirty little secret, though. He thinks he figured out thr recipe for (not alive) cookies, and man, they taste good... hed be ruined for sure if anyone found out.

Soap Cookie (she/they)

"Big dreams of ocean magic. Many years at magic school. ... maid for upper class creme republic." What it says on the tin. Soap Cookie has only one eye, and styled her hair with the bang from a young age. Her hair, constantly wet and soapy, never styled quite right, and ended up being pulled up to stay out of her good eye. She dyed it blue throughout school, comparing herself to the Sea from the legends. She wanted to learn watery magic, to

1. Fix her hair

2. Connect with that legend.

Unfortunately, her magic didn't actually get anywhere, and she couldn't afford enough schooling to properly master it. She bounces from rich cookie to rich cookie, cleaning houses and lamenting ever stepping foot on academy grounds

[unreadpoppy]

RPDR Season 15 ep 4 review

now that I found a way to watch the episodes, i wanna give my thoughts.

I think putting snatch game this early on was a BIG mistake. Huge. Not only are there too many queens, which makes it harder to keep track of stuff but because the episodes are so much shorter, we do not have time. In other seasons, Rupaul usually does 3 to 4 questions in SG, in this one, which was supposed to be the Supersized SG, we only got 2 questions in each group, the queens have barely any time to shine. Like seriously, I canno for the life of me remember what half of the queens were for SG. Also, the fact the cut out Rupaul talking to them on the werk room, which is one of the best parts of the episode, ugh, why MTV why???

Anyways onto the performances themselves. I think it was definetly an improvment from last year´s Snatch Game.

Loosey, Mistress and Marcia x3 had me in stiches! I think all three of them really knew their characters well and they knew when to interact with other queens and how to answer Ru. All three of them also nailed on the voice for the impersonations, I was really impressed and happy with them. I also want to give a shout out to Amethyst. I didn´t know who her character was but she made me laugh a lot, and it was definetly a redemption after the previous two episodes.

Sugar, Spice, Aura and Salina for me were the worst. Sugar and Spice were really cringey and annoying and if I laughed, it was out of confusion. Aura had no clue what to do and when she started singing.... Salina was not funny and her gag of being pregnant felt out of nowhere.

About the other queens, we got shown so little. Sasha was barely there, I though Jax´s accent was funny, and for the life of me, I cannot remember who Luxx was impersonating.

For the runway, I liked the prompt but I think most looks were a miss. I was expecting something that was a mix of spooky with glamour, but most were neither, or just something pretty with a different makeup. Also, so many spiders, and as someone with arachnophobia, I wanted to die.

The higlights for me were Sasha (who is ALWAYS mothering), Luxx (her look was exactly what I wanted and when she opened her mouth and it had some like black goo, I was gagged), Loosey (love that she brought a slasher character, it was kinda like Bride of Frankenstein but make it Jason), Amethyst (love the Gaga reference, and I was so happy she was able to include the blood).

Marcia x3 was basic but after her explanation that she had to come up with that in 24h cause her designer bailed her, I giver a pass. Salina was just bad, the makeup didn´t look good, and her outfit was a mess. Sugar and Spice´s looks felt basic as well and so did their makeup. Malaysia, although her look itself was stunning and she surely did reach the beautiful part of the prompt, the nightmare was lacking. Shout out to Aura, her look was good but I personally didn´t vibe with it (and also something about the facial expressions she does on the runway always kill it for me, it always comes off as way too goofy).

Loosey wins the challenge and I´m happy for her, it definetly made sense not only with her performance, but also with her storyline (being in the bottom 3 on the 1 episode, being high last week and finally snatching a well deserved win here). The bottom 2 end up being the twins.

Listen, ever since they were cast, I knew production would make the twins lip sync against each other, it´s just so obvious. However, I thought it was going to be later into the season, because this feels so early. I was not a fan of the lip sync song, and I think they did the best they could. Also, the fact that they choreographed a number, props to them.

I´m sad to see Sugar go, and I´m interested in how Spice will fare on her own.

Also, I wanna talk about untucked as well. I think it was the first time I ever teared up with untucked. Sugar and Spice being scared of being separated is something I can definetly vibe with. The connection you share with a sibling is something really unique, and it´s really hard to be separated from them, and for the girls it´s even harder considering they´ve been together since their literal womb. Also, Sugar opening up about how their family was not accepting of them so they had to rely on each other for support is something a lot of us queer people can relate to, and it makes me understand their drag and their connection even more.

The other queens also supporting them and saying that even if their separated, they´ll have the other queens for support was really special. Sasha talking to them and having this very motherly feeling really touched my heart, and when Loosey´s voice broke I cried a bit.

Overall, I think it was a good episode, but it would be even better if we had more fucking time. I feel like some queens are fading into the background and it´s because we are not being given enough time to get to know them.

[zenjestrr]

finished watching the Yu Yu Hakusho live action yesterday and I have opinions

I went into this with an open mind. I knew they weren't going to be able to do everything and it's literally impossible to translate everything from an anime into live action but I disagree with some of the choices they made. Actually, let me start with the positives: Kuwabara's actor put his whole pussy into that role. He was certainly a highlight for me. I feel like all of the villains (especially Elder Toguro and Tarukane) did an excellent job. Yusuke did good, too, although he was less...aggressive in this show but my reference is the dub maybe he was more subdued in the original Japanese. the set pieces, the fight scenes, all cool. Now on to my grievances. I DO NOT LIKE how they merged season 1 and season 2 into 5 episodes. I don't like how they did Keiko in the show. Granted, it's been a very hot minute since I've seen YYH so I could be misremembering (and again, I saw the dub so maybe shit was changed in localization) but I anime Keiko was a fucking domestic abuser (even as a kid I never understood why Yusuke and Keiko got together considering how many times she'd slap the shit out of him). In the live action she gets polite angry at him ONE time in the entire show and throughout the rest of it she's a delicate flower. idk again this could be my warped memory but I expected more spice from Keiko but whatever. same with Botan. I remember....more to her but my child brain might be merging her with Bulma from Dragon Ball since they had similar character designs. I'm gonna have to rewatch YYH so I can better compare the two but I remember Botan being more than a timid cutesy girl. Kurama's wig was terrible lmao. Hiei's hair was also weird but whatever. idk I wish they didn't merge s1 and s2. that's my biggest gripe. Genkai's death had no impact because she was literally killed off mere minutes after Yusuke's first training session with her. they probably did it this way because (lbr) the best part of YYH is the Dark Tournament and they probably didn't know if they were going to be able to get a 2nd season so they chose to do a speedrun to "the good parts" of s2's Toguro story but like....the Toguro plot and the Spirit Wave Orb stuff only hit because of the build up before it. You can't cut up all the ingredience that made that impactful especially since the background around those stories (aka the ACTUAL dark tournament) helped drive the stakes up. Genkai's death in the anime was tragic, yes, and it impacted Yusuke and Kuwabara but on a more practical level it also increased the tension since she was fucking carrying them in the Tournament so with her gone they were (seemingly) screwed. Now Genkai (who is a lot less bitchy unfort) dies immediately and the show expects us to believe Yusuke would give a shit enough to unlock that "Ultra Instinct at home" power he got at the end of s2 when he barely knows her or had any attachment to her. idk. it's not a baaaad show. if you never saw YYH before I can see why someone would like it but idk man. the choices they made kind of ruined it if you know how the story is "supposed" to go.

[manjiroscum]

pacifiers | bonten x reader

Character/s: All of Bonten

Warnings: f!reader, cursing, suggestive themes, mentions of violence, mentions of murder, mentions of drugs, Sanzu being a chaotic father per usual, lots of pet names used, and fluff. Minors don't interact.

Synopsis: Second bonus chapter of "for two". There is never a break from motherhood—especially with seven children and seven needy men.

✃WC: 2.2k

Spice level: 🌶️ out of 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Bonus | Bonus 2

Angelic. Ran was certain you were a heavenly being that descended from the skies to ensnare mortals like him. How could it be possible for you to appear so ethereal under the morning light, sleeping soundly next to him that it may as well become a sin to wake you up from your deep slumber? Even the mere thought of caressing your soft skin brought a shiver down his spine—especially knowing it was you who birthed his daughter, making one of his many dreams come true.

Yes, he was convinced you were an angel, his angel—until his daughter’s sniffles turned to sobs and morphed into a full cry that had you groaning equally loud in annoyance. Ran winced at the shrill sound, wondering how his beloved little daughter was capable of such screaming. He couldn't recall from his younger days where Rindou was this loud as a baby and he certainly won’t be able to know if he shared the same trait.

The divine disposition you gave off instantly disappeared, a frown now adorning your once serene features at the rude wake-up call. Only having three hours of sleep was a sure way to turn any sleeping beauty into a scowling grinch any second. Still, Ran refused to let anything dampen his morning with you and offered a charming grin to compensate.

“Good morning, doll—”

“The pleasantries can wait. Get your daughter, Haitani.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

He should’ve known that you were going to shoot down any nonsense in favor of appeasing your children first, and in this case, his hungry daughter. Although he could hardly say his greetings fit into that category—you always seemed to welcome his greetings before and even returned his smile. But alas, you were too tired and grouchy to be affected by his dashing grins and whispered affections.

The furrowed brows and pout immediately vanished, however, when he handed you the baby, tiny hands clasping open and shut as she wailed for her mommy. Cooing at your sobbing daughter, you instantly held her close and began feeding her. The baby’s tiny mouth instantly latched to your perked nipple, calming down instantly. Carefully, you laid back down on the soft pillows and closed your eyes. Waiting for your daughter to finish suckling and hopefully go back to sleep. Because, unlike her sister who was still fast asleep, Ran’s daughter was much fussier.

"What?" You questioned in a groggy tone, half-lidded eyes due to lack of sleep brought by the twins’ constant crying at night to stare at your quiet lover beside you. His piercing gaze was hard to ignore, one that was burning holes into your head. "Is there something on my face?"

If anyone were to tell Ran Haitani—the young Ran whose interest merely consisted of his brother and Roppongi—that he’d be having a daughter, much less be doting to other children, he would’ve laughed heartily. Much more on the fact he managed to settle down with a single person...

Of course, his teenage self wouldn't phantom this scenario as favorable or beautiful in a sense. Young boys would never understand the appeal. But he supposed, it has always been there... The desire to have a family of his own, lying dormant for years until you came along.

How lucky he is indeed… To have you, in different forms—the Bonten executive he came to know, the woman he fell in love and as the mother of his child. Eyebags and all.

“Nothing…” he muttered, reaching out a hand to brush back strands of stray hair away from your eyes. “You’re just… beautiful as always, darling.” The ink in his body moved with each action, muscles taut under the intricate design. Eyes drinking in the sight of your lover, bare and vulnerable in front of you with a twinkle in his lilac hues. A fond smile on his usually smirking lips that spouted condescending statements all year round. Lips parting at the smoldering image, you felt your heart skip.

When was the last time you and Ran—or any of the men—had time alone? Losing count on how much time has passed due to the bustling life you’ve tossed yourself into, it was no wonder the pit of your stomach was churning with want.

But no, you can’t be entertaining such lewd thoughts early in the morning! Especially when your daughter is in the same room. That’s just… inappropriate.

“Where’s Rindou?”

“In the kitchen, making breakfast.” Leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead, Ran grinned. “I figured, instead of helping, I’d be here…” Trailing off, he chuckled. “But of course, I’ll go and start setting the table if you want. Pretty sure the other kids will be up and running in about a minute—”

“No, stay here.” Fingers clasping themselves onto the older Haitani’s wrist, you shook your head gently. A look of surprise flashed across his features. You didn’t need to elaborate further, pleading at him in silence with your eyes to which Ran thought was a redundant thing to do because he wasn’t going anywhere after your little wish. It did bring a beaming smile to his face, plunging his face into the crook of your neck and arms hugging you and his daughter.

“Ran—you’re going to fucking crush us both!”

Mikey swore he wasn’t hearing things correctly. How could this happen right under his nose? Was he truly not a great father as you always said he turned out to be? Maybe if he was, he wouldn’t be gawking in his seat, unable to form any coherent words at the newfound information laid out on the table during what was supposed to be a quiet dinner. As for the other executives, they too were rendered speechless. Any father would be reduced to a mumbling fool when confronted by such a situation.

“My sweet angel, c-could you please repeat that?”

“Daddy, you’re acting silly!” Your seven-year-old daughter giggled, grinning widely to reveal her missing front tooth that came off a few months ago. Such an adorable child she is, every action and word uttered almost mirroring her father except in a more gentle manner. Almost reminded Mikey of his late sister whom he terribly missed. Especially with how she was gushing at the topic of her innocent admiration towards one of the boys in her school. “I said, I want to be like Sei! He’s so awesome in solving those number things—I’m not really good with math so I want him to teach me!”

“Why do you say you’re not good in math, sweetie?” You raised a brow at your daughter’s statement. Wondering where did all those hours of teaching and helping her with her assignments went. “Didn’t we just talk about it last time? You did well! Your Uncle Koko was even there and praised you.”

At the mention of his name, Kokonoi instantly nodded and placed his fork down. The rest of the children were too busy eating to pay attention to the topic at hand, except the eldest son, whose gaze remained at his little sister.

Her dark pigtails tied by pink bows bounced around as she shook her head. “Sei is much better! His mother works at the bank, you see.” Softly humming in approval, she grinned—unaware of her father’s face losing color each passing second. “Maybe I shall work in the bank when I grow up. That way, Sei and I will see each other every day!”

“Dear—”

“Mom, Papa, she has a crush on the boy. I saw them holding hands earlier during recess!”

Koko immediately shut his son’s mouth, chuckling nervously before muttering an apology. “Are you sure? Perhaps you saw a different girl with this Sei boy—yes, perhaps you were seeing things!” It was too late to do damage control, you figured, as Mikey’s irises turned dull. Knuckles white while he squeezed his spoon in a deadly grip, imagining it to be the boy his beloved daughter was fawning over.

“I’m going to kill that Sei kid—”

“You will do nothing of the sort!”

“Mikey, what are your orders?”

“Sanzu, put away the gun!”

“Daddy, don’t hurt Sei!”

Mission accomplished, as usual. It may not be evident on his face, but Bonten’s number two was feeling giddy while approaching the parked car. The briefcase in his left hand contained his special candies—ones that were quite popular this year and he couldn’t believe he got it for free the moment he executed his victim. Yet, he didn’t have time to celebrate and pat himself on the back for a job well done when the tinted windows rolled down to reveal Kakucho’s irritated expression.

“What took you so long?”

This was a rare occurrence for Sanzu indeed. Kakucho was rarely irritated and if he was, the dark-haired man barely shows it. Yet, once Sanzu slid into the passenger seat and took his time answering, Kakucho clicked his tongue—feet pressing on the gas pedal that had the vehicle speeding down the highway in a matter of seconds which shocked the pink-haired junkie into almost screaming his hair off. The briefcase he was carrying fell to the car floor, luckily not spilling out its contents because for sure, Kakucho would instantly throw a fit and toss it out of the car.

“What the fuck, Kakucho?! Why are you in such a fucking hurry—watch out for the shitty car!”

“I wouldn’t be speeding like a madman right now if you didn’t take your sweet fucking time!” Kakucho retaliated, mentally praying he wasn’t too late. “Didn’t I tell you my daughter has her first ballet class today? She has been excited about it and it will all be ruined because of you!”

“I’d slow down if I were you! Your daughter wouldn’t make it to her ballet class if you have to make a stop at the police station—holy shit, slow down!”

“Easy for you to say, asshole! You wouldn’t have to wipe her tears afterward. If it were your son, you would’ve shot the teacher if they began before he even arrived!”

“Kakucho, my son doesn’t do fucking ballet—”

“Then you better start learning how to pirouette out of my sight if she fucking misses her first day!”

Mochi volunteering to take care of the kids for a day was like hearing tear-jerking music—absolutely splendid. However, the rest of your day off was merely consisted of lying down in bed to nurse your aching back after hours and hours of keening into the mattress with a silent scream. Throat hoarse from moaning and panting out your lovers’ name.

Unexpectedly, they popped out of nowhere to whisk you away from their children and prying eyes to have you all to themselves for the whole day. But as much as they sang about how you deserved the blissful release, you began to wonder whether it was for you or for their own benefit. There was no doubt you heard Ran muttering in the middle of it, that he wanted another daughter.

Either way, you thought of getting back on them by planting seeds into the kids’ head that their fathers wanted to take them to the theme park this coming Saturday—which was supposed to be reserved for resting from their usual shenanigans. Instantly, this sparked excitement in their eyes.

And once the day arrived, seeing the looks of apprehension on the men’s faces caused you to smile even wider, hands on your hips in pride as your children began begging to leave immediately. The twins babbled their impatience in their strollers. And who were they to deny their requests, especially when all of the kids, except their unsuspecting fathers, were already dressed.

“Daddy! Daddy! I want to ride the Ferris wheel!” Your daughter shouted, pointing at the ride while pulling her listless father closer. Mikey slowly raised his head from the box of popcorn to glare at the huge metal wheel. His immediate thought was how dangerous it would be for his little girl and not the long line for the ride.

“Angel, I don’t think—”

“Daddy, please!”

“Why don’t you ask Mommy for permission, yeah?”

Mikey should’ve thought twice looking at you for help when all you did was smile and nod. The rest of his daughter’s cheering didn’t reach his ears, sighing inwardly. The others shared the same sentiment, not used to waiting and mingling with average citizens. Rindou and Sanzu often had to hold their hands against their ears to block out children screaming. Takeomi, on the other hand, often had to stop and sit down. To them, it was hell whereas it was paradise for your children, urging their fathers to hurry up.

Enjoying yourself by snacking on a parfait, you stayed in one of the restaurants the park had to offer, sitting next to the stroller where Rindou’s daughter was snoring away. Uncaring about the noisy atmosphere and chased after her own dreamland instead. From this distance, you can spot Koko trying to bargain with one of the staff responsible for the popular rollercoaster. All you could do was shake your head.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m afraid you have to wait in line.”

“What would you say then if I bought this whole theme park? Are you going to make me and my son fall in line like the rest?”

“Papa, you’re embarrassing me.”