#so if what I want is to make some silly little bird fellow who just keeps bagging hot men I can

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If there's one thing about me, it's that at some point during an obsession I'm gonna make a cringe oc x cannon ship. And there's a high probability it's poly in some way. Here are the doodles that happened because of that habit

Their name is Carmine (car-mine), they're a Zoan type power user, model: Cardinal, and a tailor. beyond that I'm not really sure

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Top ten weird ways Oswald Cobbepot gets called in Gotham

As I was rewatching Gotham, I decided to write down every name that people in the show canonically call Oswald Cobblepot aka the Penguin. It was a wild ride. Please enjoy

10. "Funny looking fellow"

(season one)

We start with a simple one. This isn't even an insult, it's just a fact. He is, indeed, a funny looking fellow. I'm pretty sure they say it more than once too.

9. "The Dapper Gangland Kingpin"

(season two)

This one it's just silly, especially since it was written on a newspaper. Just... that's weird ? Idk it's silly it makes me chuckle

8. "Yellow rat snitch"

(season one)

We start getting a little weirder. Why a rat? And, more importantly, why yellow???

7. "Stupid lame birdbrain"

(season four)

Just so mean. Especially since this scene it's his dumb husband making a room full of people chant it

6. "Golden goose"

(season one)

Right back to season one and it's incredible dialogue. This one is particularly amazing thanks to Oswald's reply to it, which was, of course: "Honk honk". I can't even start to describe that scene. It's a classic.

5. "Beaky nosed freak"

(season five)

Definitely the best nickname the last season had to offer. Like, you know that moment when a guy kills your bestfriend/girlfriend and you call him the silliest name you can think of? This is one of those times.

4. "Scaley faced bitch"

(season one)

This is the first one in the show, directly from the first episode. I am a firm supporter of calling men bitches when they deserve it, and he did, so I wholeheartedly approve this message. Adding the scaley face part just makes it more poetic.

3. "Sad little breadhead"

(season two)

This one from never fails. Imagine it delivered with the most condicending tone in the world. Just amazing. Makes me laugh every time.

2. "Fruitcake leprechaun"

(season two)

This. This is the one that started it all. It was thinking about this one that I decided that this rewatch I was gonna write down all the nicknames. I dont know if it has something to do with english not being my first language, so I don't have the background of the word "fruitcake" used as an homophobic remark, but this name is one of the funniest things I have ever heard in my life.

1. "Limping little chickenbutt second banana"

(season one)

This couldn't not be on the first place. I am obsessed with the writers of this show, i want to get inside their brains. Because like what does it mean? How did they come up with this? I need to know every thought that crossed their mind for them to write this. This is art. This is poetry. Incredible. Amazing. Absolutely insane. Kudos to the actor who played Maroni because if they gave me that line I wouldn't be able to say it with a straight face.

Bonus:

(For the fans, he is also called "the only thing Nygma cares about". Just... you know, in case you forgot)

Some recurrent nicknames are: "Pengy", "Ozzie", "freak", "cockroach", "punk", bird related names (bird/birdman, feathered friend, chicken, turkey...) and "little"/"tiny" followed by almost anything (man, friend, dirtbag, bastard, creep, twerp, freak, weasel...)

Edit: i realize i didn't mention "Major Crumblepot" and that's on me sorry guys

His haircut is described as "disco vampire hair" at one point (another classic)

He is also called "specimen", which is really funny, and "dewdropper"?? for some reason I don't remember but it was in my notes and I couldn't ignore it lmao

[solaneceae]

blind devotion

a team bolas oneshot. codebreakers-centric (philza and étoiles) (read on ao3) found family, ambiguous relationships, fluff @apthotiosis tagging u because codebreakers heehee

“They’re not crow wings,” Jaiden remarks, tracing the sharp edges of the long feathers meant to catch on updrafts. “They’re too big. And you got extra bones and joints going on.” Phil hums, a hesitant eeeeeh with a twist of his hand. “There’s some crow in there. But most of it is actually—”

“Elytra!” Baghera quacks, awe lacing her voice as she croons over the white diamonds that appear beneath the grime and dust she’s cleaning out. “You’re part Elytrian, Philza?”

“Not exactly,” he laughs, pointing at the very human features on the rest of his body. “I’m not actually a hybrid. Not like Jaiden, or even like you. Those wings were a gift.”

Étoiles perks up. “From Kristin, yes?” he nails down, perceptive as ever. The rest of the flock oooohs, a little chorus of yes, of course, makes sense. “I like your wife, Phil,” the duck smiles, brushing out a crooked feather. She remembers the Goddess’s voice, soft and warm as late spring’s sunlight, pouring out of Phil’s mouth as she borrowed his body to greet them. “She’s so nice.”

“She’s awesome,” Étoiles nods, unseeing eyes reflecting invisible stars. He cannot see anymore, he’s told them, but he still fights like he can, somehow. “I see her, sometimes, when I don’t have enough sugar and I almost die. She tells me to take better care of myself, but I’m dumb and shit so it keeps happening.”

“T’es con,” Baghera chastises him, slapping the back of his head, and Philza snorts at their antics. He’s so glad Étoiles joined them, the memory of his expectant frame almost vibrating out of itself when the old crow-not-quite-a-crow approached him at Global, just the day before. The words had barely left his mouth and the warrior had dropped to his knees before him, like a worshipper before his deity made man. I am your arm, your sword, Étoiles had said to him once, long ago. Felt like long ago. Just tell me where to hit.

A wave of fond-flock-yesyes, the Angel of Death pulls Étoiles forward to shelter him within his wings. “Aaah, Philza, Phil,” Étoiles laughs as his friend pecks at his hair, crooning incessantly. “The goat, oh, he’s moving so good! So good aim!”

“No mames.”

“No maaaaames man.”

“Shut up dude,” Phil wheezes, a huge smile on his face as he runs his talons through the frenchman’s tangled, white-faded locks. Yesyes. “I’m having a moment.”

“Oh? He has a moment, okay. I fuck myself, I don’t move, I get it.”

“Oh my god, stop.”

“I want to see you fly,” Étoiles says, quieter. Almost a whisper, that has everyone tilt their head in focus. “I didn’t see you fly, that’s bullshit. It must be beautiful, to see.”

Phil flashes him a wry grin. “Maybe. They’re pretty fragile, still. I don’t want to fuck them up all over again. Pretty sure the Feds will just clip them once we get back anyway, so.”

“Fuck them!” Baghera screeches indignantly. “Not letting that happen. I kill them first.”

“It’s fine. Just gotta enjoy ‘em while I got ‘em.”

Étoiles pouts at that, mumbles something in rapid-fire French that sounds rude. Phil hums and cups his face with a low trill, talons rapping on the space between his skull and neck, feather-soft. His friend blinks, cloudy silver. “What do I look like to you?” Phil asks, feathers ruffling as he spreads his wings wide, his fellow avians shifting to avoid being smacked by them.

Étoiles smiles, all teeth and greenish gums. “Like home,” he says, and it’s such a silly yet earnest answer that Phil could kiss him into silence. Mine, his hindbrain thrums, fierce possessiveness curling around his heart, and Étoiles laughs, that airy, high-pitched wheeze of his, because he’s making bird noises again. “And he says, he says he’s no hybrid, this man?” he mocks, tackling Philza to the cold floor of their cave to wrestle him into submission. “He’s a liar! Lies! You know who you are, Felipe Minecraft! Embrace it!”

“I am- fuck, get off,” Philza growls, play? play? Swoops Étoiles’ legs from under him to pin him down and they’re both laughing, batting at each other’s faces, talons carefully curled inward to not slice at dark green skin. Baghera and Jaiden cheer them on from the sidelines, loose feathers flying here and there, a viney tail wrapping itself around his leg as they roll and swipe and snap their teeth at each other’s necks, play, play! 

Étoiles loses at some point, freezes when sharp claws brush against his jugular. “Oh, he’s too good,” he smiles, tired and fond. “He’s good, and I’m shit. GGs.”

“Don’t say that,” Phil rolls his eyes, but doesn’t draw away. Étoiles’ eyes are squinted in twin crescent moons, and he doesn’t know if he wants to pluck them out to wear like jewellery or forget himself in them. “You. Are the best,” he chirps, pressing his forehead against the other man’s, flock, mine. hello. “I chose you. And I only choose the best for my family.”

“That’s us,” Baghera gasps — she and Jaiden have taken to preening each other instead, her bill ruffling through dark blue and green to dislodge specks of dried blood and sand out of her flockmate’s wings. “Bolas family, yes!”

“You picked Roier first,” the warrior whines, hands pawing at Phil’s chest, not quite pushing him away. “You like him better, no? He’s better, stronger. I don’t blame you.”

“Cellbit wanted him. I wanted to make him happy.”

“Oh, he is,” Jaiden huffs. “They’ve been snogging in the nest all evening. It’s cute and all, but I can only take so much kissing noises until I gotta vomit.”

“Hater!” her sister teases, bonking her bill against her cheek. “You’re just a little hater, let them be gay and happy.”

“They can be gay and happy and not slobber over each other.”

“I kinda like it,” Slime pipes up from his hole in the ground. Jaiden quirks an eyebrow at him. “...You need to get over Cellbit, dude.”

“Whaaaaat? You’re talkin’ nonsense. Put your mask back on, the fumes got to you.”

“Don’t you have Mariana anyway?”

“I don’t see your point.”

“Roier is Roier,” Phil cuts them off, catching Étoiles’ wrists to push them down against the stone. Mine. “You’re you. Cellbit wanted him, I wanted you. Simple.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh.” A croon, their noses brush together. Jaiden makes a gagging sound, which makes Baghera cackle. What am I doing? “Phil?” He blinks. His friend is looking up at him, eyes crinkled up in amusement, fang poking out from beneath his upper lip. “I’m already yours. You don’t need to go all birdbrain on me.”

“Sorry.”

“Nah. Don’t be sorry, be the GOAT that you are.” Étoiles pushes himself up, and Philza lets him. He tilts his head to the side, like he always does whenever he’s mapping out his surroundings. “Phil, Phil,” he nudges at the crow’s shoulder, vine-tail thumping against the ground in renewed vigot. “PvP check, yes? Sticks?”

“Bruh.”

“Come oooon.”

“We’re actually ahead today, let’s not die and mess it up.”

“Rhoooooo…”

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Hi!! Loved your work of demon reader. But what about vampire reader?? Yk?? Or what about siren reader?? Like lookism characters just take a break for the day and just decided to go to the beach. They just explore the beach until they come to secluded part of the beach they decide to go back but than...they hear singing? So they go investigate who in the world is singing...than they saw it..someone sitting on a rock singing beautifully..than they noticed a tail..omg a siren. Yeah I know its very silly. Its alright if u don't want to write this anyways have a nice day/evening or night!!♡♡

♡ "Lookism Men x Siren/Memaid! Female Reader🐚🌊💀" ♡

Hello fellow human! (and Daniel simp lol). This is a very cool idea! (I want to go on the beach so bad yet I don't have free time because of school). Genre: fluff? (Kind of inspired and based on The Little Mermaid, just edgier) Note (quick fact!): Sirens are different from mermaids. Sirens are half birds with a face of a human (female mostly) to lure men/sailors and wreck their ships with the use of their voice and singing while mermaids usually keep their distance away from humanity, wanting to live peacefully (at least in most versions). Now I don't know what to call this "evil mermaid" creature that I made up on my mind and it's really tricky to write since sailors get killed by sirens when they are lured by the song so I kind of made it a mix of a siren and mermaid😭(pls bear with me lmao😀👍). Another note!: (D/n) stands for dog's name

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He is a strong, sturdy, and focused sailor whose duty is to operate the ship and vessels and maintaining a safe work environment, him being admired by every women and envied by men. And everybody knows that he's not here to make friends or companions. And you're a living-sea creature whose business in life is to wreck ships with your strong-level of power and with the great advantage of your luring singing voice and your different level of speed in swimming. You don't know why you were acting like this. Is it because of that mentality when you believed that humans are disgusting creatures who take advantage of mother nature or you being hostile is just part of your natural instincts.

Well, he made your heart pounding though when he helped you carry out the anchor that has been stuck on your tail when you're minding your own business on your cave even though you're already hissing at him almost telling him to back off if you were able to speak the "human-way". It was very unusual for him to be generously kind to other people, let alone a sea-creature. So it's different (almost weird) for his co-sailors to see that side of him. Now you're the one who won't leave him alone when he's out to do his work, you swimming with your full speed to catch up to the big ship even when it's moving at a decent speed. Making him sigh and giving you a glare, almost not giving you attention because of you following him with that puppy-eyes even if you have the fiercest orbs ever.

*Sigh* it's weird for him, but he does find you cute (and threatening) in some ways.

Johan Seong/Samuel Seo/James Lee (DG)/Gun Park/Jichang Kwak/Hudson Ahn/Mandeok/Xiaoleoung/Taesoo Ma/Cheon Taejin/Magami Kenta/Seokdu Wang/Gapryong Kim

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He is not only a dreamy and eye-catching prince but also a compassionate, helpful, and kind lad not only to humans but also to animals. He is well-respected by his fellow sailors when they're out riding his ship on the middle of the ocean, either fishing for food or him just wanting to explore the outside world of his lonely castle. Him admiring the sapphire-like color of the water as he often gets curious if mythical creatures like mermaids, even the predatory ones like sirens exist. But he never expected to meet a mixture of both.

Unexpectedly, a raging storm interrupted their ride as everybody recruited on their boats "D/N!" He knows it's one of his weakness. He's too caring for others even on the smallest things that can be "replaced" but he knows that the memories won't fade forever. So as risky as it sounds, he went back on the now sinking ship and giving the animal to his body guard before he was quickly swept by the harsh water waves, slowly drowning and loosing his breath. But a miracle happened.

He woke up on the seashore. Clothes wet and some parts ripped. Good thing that he is safe despite getting mild bruises. He was lost in his own thoughts when his assistant screamed for his name to get his attention and asking him if he's alright. Before that, he remembered when he was opening his eyes, he saw a striking face of a female with the familiar color of that specific scales and ear fins before it went away at that moment. He smiled as a warm blush covered his cheeks as he remembered that time when he was younger, he explained that he helped a mermaid-looking creature yet an attitude aggressive like a siren when it's injured yet his servants laughed at him. Now you're the one who rescued him when he needed help. It's unlike in your predatory nature but you've been curious about what he's being doing lately as he's curious about your well being. You often get excited when you see his ship, following the smell of the young man as you watch on the distance, wanting to know things about him. If you weren't so different of worlds, would you make it work out? If you only had legs...

Daniel Park/Jay Hong/Zack Lee/Vasco (Lee Eun Tae)/Yuseong/Jake Kim/Eli Jang

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He's literally the definition of a struggling yet determined and hard-working man. Not only he has to provide his daily necessities, but he also helps out his family too. Poor guy needs a rest. The dark circles that is ringing on his gloomy eyes have gotten deeper because of the lack of his sleep with the mixture of sea sickness that is starting to make his stomach grumble. He needs something to eat.

Stopping by the land, he went in the caves as he wanted to spend his free time before going on duty again as his stupid co-sailors wasted their time by chugging off the strong scent of alcohol that is stinging his sensitive sense of smell. Despite the place being a bit dark, good thing he brought his lantern with a box of matches for safety measures, a pocket knife, a small bag of biscuits and a jug of water. He sat down on a rock, sighing as he gets lost on his own thought thinking about his future especially for his loved ones who relies on him. He just wants to experience living of the life of luxury, eating everything he craves for and sleep every time he wants with his family, not wanting to leave them out. He wants to feel peacefulness even just for once in his life but he knows that he needs to focus on his work if he doesn't want to starve for a whole week, a month rather than smelling the stench of the fish that he catches every time he went out for fishing .

He was overthinking again before he noticed a movement on the small body of water that he is near to. "Eh- Who's there!?" He asked as he sticks up his lamp up to see if there are any near predators in the place. He could be in danger. He was surprised to see a tail move upward as the creature swam deeper in the water. He was about to get out when you suddenly grab his legs making him yelp. Your hand is slimy and soft yet the way you grab him was gentle. But he wouldn't risk getting drowned so he got up, ran away while wailing his hands up and screaming. You're just curious about the young man, he looks like a nice guy. Yet you scared him off. How do you properly approach humans anyways? (lol).

Zack Lee/ Vasco (Lee Eun Tae)/Warren Chae/Eli Jang/Jerry Kwon/Duke Pyeon/Brad Lee/Jason Yoon/Jihan & Jibeom Kwak/Sinu Han/Jiho Park

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Well nobody knows if he really is a professional marine biologist or if he's just a smart amateur. But everybody knows that he's one hell of a smart fellow for their era. He's intelligent and logical, yet idealistic and curious about the things around him. He has worked on big projects like mechanicals in big marine transportations that has been successful over the years for his age. Now he wants to explore what lies beneath the ocean.

He got curious when he read about a book related to hybrids of marine animals and humans, basically the mer-folk. He usually doesn't believe in fairy tales (often thinking it's dumb at times in realistic situations). But in terms of creating writing and his curious thinking getting in the way again, he can't help but to consider the possibility that the fish-people even sirens may exist. The past few cases of sunk ships have been very interesting for him nowadays.

He and his crew decided to have a short trip on the seas for him to have a break while secretly working on his research and investigation. Every island and shores have been discovered and dug to find artifacts yet none of it are a provable evidence of its' existence. He was about to give up when a singing voice is heard from the distance. He knew it was dangerous based on the novels that he had checked out, yet the sailors with their stupidity followed the sound and decided to catch whatever is moving under the water. He thought he was going to die when you approached the ship, but instead his weirdness got the best of him again as he ordered the fishermen to release you. It may be the dumb decision to let you go, but it's for the best for your and everybody's safety. He got a valuable evidence of your blood on the fishing hook that was used though.

Jace Park/Yoojin/Goo Kim/Baek Hangyul/Jinyoung Park/Tom Lee/Manager Kim/Gapryong Kim

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He is just a normal person, a person looking for thrills in his boring life. He causes chaos in his place, almost getting caught by the soldiers when he's doing dumb shit again. *Sigh* well, he thought he's not an ordinary person if he keeps risking his life for pranking other people though. But this behavior crosses the lines when he decided to sneak in the castle to see the beautiful ocean that he's been dreaming to visit. But for some unexplainable reasons the king decided to shut down the access of the place. Was it because of the irresponsibility of the people who dumps their trash and dirt into the ethereal place? Or was it because of the missing fishermen that has not yet found for almost a year now? Nobody knows the real reason if the higher ups won't open up about the issue.

Yet here he is now, feet feeling the warmness of the earthy-brown color of the sand as he admires the view of the horizon. It is beautiful, almost breath taking as if he is in paradise. But his moment was cut off when the guards noticed his presence on the abandoned place. "OI WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Shit, he's been caught again. He knows that it's probably the time he face the consequences of his actions. But that feeling of adrenaline is getting him excited, again and again as it repeats the cycle of the feeling of a masochistic happiness that he can't explain. He can't let that happen. To be beheaded in front of the pathetic people around him. No, he will run. As fast as he could.

Running away with his swift speed, he managed to escape (once again) the higher ups as he hides on the unfamiliar cave. Laughing to himself yet keeping quiet to not have the guards' attention. He once again admired the beauty of the rocks yet keeping his guard up. He knows that it's dangerous because of what ever is lurking in the dark. And it seems that he is somehow right. He noticed a shadow of, a human-like form with a tail on the water? He can't be serious right now. That living-creature doesn't exist, right? You slowly rise on the water, eyes like snake keeping your attention to the unfamiliar man as he pleaded for his life. "Oi, I don't know what the hell you want but, I"M HERE TO STAY FOR A WHILE SO PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" He winced as he has his eyes closed ready to be attacked. But as you got up and sat down on the rocky ground, you just kept your attention to him. Your pupils unusually dilating as you got curious about his presence which once again is unusual in your instincts as you attack other people. He heard on the gossip that mermaid-like creatures kills humans. Yet you just sat there, admiring his beauty as he did the same. If he isn't "normal", then he probably found someone like him too. Probably a new friend?

Goo Kim/Olly Wang/Jiho Park/Kuroda Ryuhei/Vin Jin

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A/N: What if I make a vampire! lookism men x reader 🌚

[chibitantei]

I kept putting this off, but now I’m going to not do that, especially since I’ve been writing Naoto with a lot of muses who are a little in tune with the supernatural. Hopefully this gives a clear image of whether your muse can sense if Naoto has a weird little bird man in her soul.

Or you don’t need to read it if you want to be surprised. Idk.

The part that’s for people who don’t know what the series is about*

Before we go, Persona is a spinoff of Shin Megami Tensei (SMT) and is the popular younger brother. I’m not going to get into the details, but if you look things up and notice similarities between the two, that’s why.

The series takes concepts from Jungian psychology, the most relevant parts to this post are the Shadow and Persona. The TL;DR of the Shadow is repressed qualities of the conscious self, the TL;DR of the Persona is the ‘mask’ (laugh) a person presents to the world.

So Naoto’s silly superpower is a manifestation of her psyche and not exactly some random entity that’s squatting in her soul.

Another thing is Personae can take the form of demons, gods, mythological and folk figures, but they aren’t the actual figure themselves. For example, one of Naoto’s friends has Susano-o as his Persona, but that is not the real Susano-o (in fact there are quite a few people who have Susano-o as a Persona).

*This is not meant to be an accurate and scholarly presentation on Persona lore.

The part where I talk about who could sense her Persona

The average person and fellow Persona users can’t sense whether someone has a Persona or not. It’s self explanatory for the average person (I don’t think they can even see it), and nothing in P3-P5 has ever suggested that anyone could sense a Persona in spite of having one themselves.

If your muse has some supernatural power, whether a spirit medium or something else, they probably can. Depending on how in tune they are, the more they can notice, for lack of a better word. It may be just a feeling that something is different if they’re on the weaker side, to something more concrete if they’re stronger. I leave it up to you.

If your muse is a full on supernatural creature or a god, they most likely will be able to sense she has one. I don’t believe it’s possible for someone to know who the figure the Persona is based on without seeing it, but I think in case they are a god, perhaps they could.

Since Naoto’s Persona is based on Japanese mythology, if you’re writing a Japanese god/goddess, they would probably know without needing Naoto to bring it out.

This isn’t comprehensive, so if you need to ask, just ask, I don’t bite.

I didn’t have a dedicated section to put this under

P3-P5 are different from P1-P2. In the first two games, a Persona can be summoned freely in the real world, but from P3 onwards, it’s only in a special designated pocket dimension thing. To make things interesting while I keep the restriction intact, Naoto can only summon her Persona when there’s a strong supernatural event or if she’s in the presence of someone powerful and they lend her power to some degree. This isn’t established anywhere in the game, this is purely something I made up because canon is like 10% false for RP.

Maybe one day I’ll make it so she can bust it out at any time but don’t bet on itttttt.

If you want to add elemental flair, Naoto can use ice, wind, fire and electric skills, but these are not her main ‘affinities’, if you will. In the original version of P4, she was locked to light (bless), dark (curse) and almighty. I don’t know how to translate almighty into other words so uh... consider it a step above the usual elements.

Since a Persona is a tamed Shadow in Persona game land, I don’t think your muse could sense the Shadow unless they’re at a high sensitivity tier, but the Shadow isn’t a malicious entity.

At the end of the day, Naoto is a random Japanese teenager with a random bird prince thing in her soul and unless she’s thrown into a supernatural situation, she’s never going to think about her Persona okay.

End.

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Perplex - Prank Intersection 8

Season: Spring

(Location: Starmony Apartment Hallway (2F))

(Early morning. Rinne Amagi’s prank filming day)

Rinne: Fuaaahfu…… Oi, Yuta…… What time is it?

Yuuta: About 4 o’clock. It’s still dark out, so it’s still the middle of the night.

Rinne: Seriously, it’s only natural that I’m tired…… Whose bright idea was it to do a wake up prank? They’re costing me my precious sleeping time.

Kuro: You’re the one who suggested it……

Yuuta: Yeah. Rinne-senpai’s the one who told us to meet at 4am.

And yet he was the last to arrive and he was late. Are you gonna have self-awareness about your work from now on?

I specifically asked Kiryu-senpai to be the photographer. Do you understand that?

Rinne: Don’t get so worked up, Yuta. If you speak too loudly, the Vice Prez might notice, won’t he?

Yuuta: And whose fault is that……

Rinne: Hm? Actually, Narushii hasn’t come yet, has she?

Kuro: Yeah. Narukami declined since lack of sleep would be bad for her skin.

We don’t need that many people for a little wake up prank anyway.

Rinne: True. But, Narushii is also missing out.

It’s a great opportunity to see the Vice Prez’s silly face. Right, Yuta?

Yuuta: You’re the only one happy about that, you know.

Rinne: Nah, the Yuta that pranked the Vice Prez is just like me!

The prank is a variety show where you make people look like idiots and then laugh at them♪

Yuuta: Haah…… It’s no use. Being with him just makes me stressed in the end.

Kiryu-senpai, let’s get this over with.

Kuro: Yeah. I also want to get a few more hours of sleep in. So, you all line up there.

Rinne: Alright, Yuta. Let’s link arms and get going. We’re fellow accomplices, after all♪

Yuuta: Nope. Stop yapping and get prepared.

Rinne: How cold. The dynamic duo is immediately at risk of breaking up……

Kuro: And let’s go. Three, two……

Rinne and Yuuta: “Good morning everyo~ne!”

Rinne: “Y’all in front of the TV, don’tcha know how late it is? It’s 4am.

There’s only one prank we could be pulling so early in the morning!”

Yuuta: “Yep! It’s the class wake-up pra~nk♪

Oh? Are you bored of watching simple wake-up pranks?”

Rinne: “As a matter of fact, our target ain’t some run of the mill idol.

What a surprise! The target this time is Ibara Saegusa of Eden.”

Yuuta: “When it comes to Saegusa-senpai, even within Eden his private life is especially shrouded in mystery.”

Rinne: “He’s in high demand as a talented CosPro idol. He’s a real super star!

He’s also the vice president of our office, so he might get peeved if we prank him but……

That doesn’t matter! Today I’ll be showing you the Vice Prez’s most private moment without any mercy: his sleeping face!”

Yuuta: “But it’s not interesting just charging in to wake him up, y’know~

So this time…… Ta da~♪ There’s the bonus of throwing a water balloon at Saegusa-senpai!”

Rinne: “It’s also washing his face, so it’s killing two birds with one stone. How about waking up with some nice cold water, gyahaha♪

Btdubs, besides me and Yuta, Dora-chan is also here as our photographer♪

Isn’t it extravagant to use an idol as the cameraman!?”

Kuro: “You’re the one who begged and forced me……”

Rinne: “My bad, my bad. Besides being the cameraman, Dora-chan helped out in a lot of other ways.

There’s other idols rooming with the Vice Prez, so he talked to them and got them to go to other places for today.

Well, none of ‘em are from CosPro so it would be hard for us to do the behind the scenes work. Rinne-kun also worked his hardest, y’know.”

Yuuta: “C’mon, don’t go on forever about the behind-the-scenes stuff. You’re getting too vivid about it.

Or rather, Rinne-senpai had absolutely nothing to do with it. Why are you acting like you did?”

Rinne: “That’s because I’m the one who came up with the project. Any success from it is also my success♪”

Yuuta: “Uwah…… you’re so irrational. Maybe I should jump ship after all.

Juuust kidding♪ Now, let’s end the introduction and go straight to Saegusa-senpai’s room, where he’s all tucked away!”

(Location: Starmony Dorm (Ibara, Mitsuru, Midori, Tsumugi's Room))

Rinne and Yuuta: “(Whispering) Pardon the intrusio~n.”

Yuuta: “Uwah, it’s so dark~. Kiryu-senpai, please watch your step.”

Rinne: “If you were to fall loudly and wake him up, everything would be ruined.

So, where could our Hebi-chan be sleeping? Is it this bed? Or this bed? …… No, he’s over there.

Oioi, take a look at that bed, Yuta, Dora-chan. There’s someone sleeping in it wrapped up in a thick blanket.

I never thought the top idol Ibara Saegusa of Eden would be the type to sleep all snuggled up like that.

He’s surprisingly cute in some ways, isn’t he, Yuta♪”

Yuuta: “Yeah it’s actually kinda cute……

But this is no time for yapping. C’mon, Rinne-senpai!”

Rinne: “Let’s do it. Let’s get right to the main dish then.

—That’s why you’ve all gotta see it! The top idol, Ibara Saegusa’s, adorable sleeping face will finally be revealed!

Now, let’s get a peek! A happy morning’s come, ‘venomous snake’-kun♪

…… Wh- huh?”

Yuuta: “Is that a mannequin!? That’s not the Vice Prez at all, Rinne-senpai!”

Rinne: “OI OI OI, what the heck’s going on? You for real confirmed that Vice Prez was snoozin’ in his room, didn’t ya?”

Kuro: “Yeah. Actually, there’s been some strange noises for a while now.”

Yuuta: “Maybe…… The sound we heard was from the mannequin?

Eh, this……!?

IS THAT A BOMB!?”

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[gremlingottoosilly]

Just one shot [Military photographer!Reader x CoD characters] part two

You successfully escaped the hell of the art school — in debt, with nothing but your(shitty) camera, a diploma and disappointed parents who never understood your life choices. Being a part if the military wasn’t your first option, but what else can you do? And at least, people here are fun to work with…

Content: female!Reader, lots of bad jokes, young!Reader, nationality is not stated but has a strong accent, a little bit of angst, I have really vague understanding of the army, Reader is short&not really strong, slow burn, Reader is shy and not very social

Character focus in this chapter: Soap, Gaz

🤨📸

Being one of the few women on base, who were not constantly engaging in combat or military trainings, had more downsides than benefits. You are not just weaker than your fellow soldiers, since your profession let you escape the gym as long as you wanted, but also more desirable to pick on. Short, shy, forced to talk to everyone so you make photos for the yearbook of each unit, while working exclusively alone — by all means, you are the perfect victim to evil pranks and not very clever romance attempts.

Right now, for example, you were clinging to your camera, while desperately trying to look for the way to escape a soldier’s grasp without making too much noise or attack him directly. You are good with riffles, and the camera is heavy enough to be considered a weapon — but still, you are not a close combat fighter.

Of course, this guy was trying to ask you out — a typical behavior for boys who haven’t been in touch with reality for a whole months straight, and were seeing you as an easy target. You hated this and you hates the feeling of helplessness that came with such situations — but there was mostly nothing you could do.

— Aye, mate. I would advise yer stop bothering our fine lassie out here and shut yer puss.

Oh.

There he is, your prince with mohawk and accent that you still can’t quite process.

You never knew that seeing his weirdly serious expression would make you cheeks blush, but you decided to blame it on the general anxiety of this situation. A recruit who was harassing you quickly disappeared after a friendly hand of Soap resting on his shoulder. You didn’t exactly knew what he was saying to him, but it was clear, that not something all fun and cheerful.

And still, Johny — even if would never dare to call him that — saved you. Now you were standing in the hallway, with your camera held close to your chest, and shaky, still unstable legs.

— Thank you, sergeant. I was…well, I wasn’t expecting him to being so stubborn about wanting to know me.

— Yer were standing here like a deer in headlights. He was quite a munter, but why didn’t you said anything, lassie?

— Thought we were alone and it would be useless. Plus, I was really worried that he could broke my camera if I would refuse him too harshly, so…yeah.

You tried to smile, to make some silly joke out of this situation, but Soap clearly wasn’t convinced. If anything, he looked even more worried — and placed one hand on your shoulder, gently squeezing soft skin under your jacket. He tilted his head, now looking a little bit like a bird — cute, curious one. You tried not to think about how pretty his concerned eyes were, but failed.

— Next time, you gonna bring yer arse to me second some hackit would try to bother you again. Got it?

Ah yes, because you really want to bother your very attractive superior about some idiots trying to get to you. On the other hand, however…he looked really worried. And it’s not like you would be constantly clinging by his side — even though you would still need a few photos for the 141 album.

It wouldn’t hurt, to hang out with him and the other members a little bit more, right? For purely professional purposes, of course, you don’t want to seem like a silly little recruit who is hanging out with people way out of her league. Even if this is true, and they are way too cool for someone like you.

📸📸📸

— I’m just not sure whether he likes me or just tolerates me. I get mixed signals and I’m terrible at reading them.

— Mate, if Soap would hates you, he’ll be very vocal about it. You can’t just shut him up most of the time, so I doubt he hates you. Seems like the opposite, really.

Gaz was the easiest person to get along with — and the most friendly as well. Your photoshoots quickly became a way for you to share latest gossips and just chat in each other’s company for a little bit. You liked having a friend like him — while not particularly close one, he was also very acceptable of your way of (over)thinking and shy personality.

And he looked great in sunglasses.

It’s funny, because you actually hated making photos of people in sunglasses, darker lenses would always direct light right into the lense and would mirror everyone in front of it, but Gaz somehow make it less terrible — while looking like a freaking superhero movie character.

— You sure? He always uses his dialects on me and, um, I know English, but he somehow makes me feel like I don’t.

— What kind of words does he using? And you can always ask him to just speak normal English, you know.

— This would be insensitive! I appreciate his culture and don’t want to seem like an ignorant jerk. And, erm, he is calling me bonnie all the time, which is weird, because I am clearly not a rabbit.

Gaz froze in place for a second — a perfect pose for you to make another photo. Then he bursted out in pure laughter and, quite frankly, you have no idea what so funny about Soap basically calling you a bunny without any reason.

— And I thought I am bad at clues. He likes you, for real, if he calls you this.

— Wait, then what…what does this mean?

Gaz laughed again — a pure sound that is forcing you to also start giggling a little bit, only saving a little bit more stability in the camera because of your professionally trained and experienced hands. You smiled, trying not to look at him too much — but really, Gaz is very pretty when he is smiling.

So making a lot more photos feels a little bit obligatory.

— It means that he called you pretty. Like really, really pretty. Scottish dialect and everything.

Soap…called you pretty? Oh no. Oh no, no, no, you can’t have that! You both needs to be professional and…well, you really should stop thinking about these two guys. Way out of your league. You just a photographer, and they are legends.

Gaz patted your shoulder, bringing you to a little but awkward, but still warm hug. And to be quite honest, you never wanted to break this hug. Ever. Especially when he was holding you gently, in a way that didn’t feel threatening. Making you smile every second of it.

Do you have a multiple attraction problem?

[mochamoth]

Some silly hcs for my silly little rarepair from a random AOSTH episode!! (Scratch x Henrietta hcs!)

(.. I wanted to write a fic but didn't know what to write about exactly plot wise 🥲 anyways this is probably gonna be cringey so you have been warned! And long! Probably long!!)

So these would all take place after they met up again. Scratch wouldn't be with Robotnik probably by this point and is probably recovering from y'know, actual abuse.

The two sorta meet up and Scratch apologizes for the whole amnesia thing (finally giving him a chance to explain) and Henrietta forgives him. So it goes from there (can ya tell idk what to make the story exactly, aa 😭).

Also I do hc Scratch as a trans lesbian. So um y ea. I use he/she for him usually.

Anyways, the two preen eachother like.. Well birds!

Scratch attempts to help Henrietta out on her farm, but he kinda sucks at a lot of the tasks. He's good with the chickens, though.

Also obviously motorcycle/bike rides! I like to think Henrietta has multiple, cuz I find the fact she's both a motorcyclist and a farm girl charming. She likes to speed through random fields near the farm for funsies.

The two probably move out on their own. Not far from Henrietta's parents (obviously) but like, to their own cottage (haha cottagecore).

Scratch is very awkward when it comes to showing affection. Henrietta will be all OVER her, and she won't know what to do because she's simply not used to it. Scratch does try though! She gives random kisses here and there and occasionally cuddles up with Henrietta first. It's not that Scratch doesn't like affection, she adores it. Scratch just doesn't know what to do cuz she's used to abuse and isolation. (Ofc except Grounder, yay siblings!)

The two do eachothers makeup because cute!

Self indulgent as HELL but both are autistic.

And share special interests.

And will rant about them to eachother for hours and hours.

Scratch and Henrietta both wake up at sunrise. As much as Scratch finds it funny to annoy poor Grounder by crowing at the night owl (or uh.. Mole) to wake up, it's a nice change of pace to live with a fellow morning bird. He still crows though!

Scratch will fight anyone who tries to harm Henrietta. Henrietta insists unless one of them is in immediate danger that the fighting isn't necessary, but Scratch sometimes forgets about that.

Pet namess I mean this is already canon. Henrietta has her cute little pet names for Scratch like dear, darling, sweetie, and ect. Scratch isn't very good at coming up with pet names, but she started to mimic her's which Henrietta finds cute.

They share a nest bed. Because I find Scratch's nest bed in the show downright amazing and incredible.

Henrietta gains comfort weight and is chubby, CRY ABOUT IT!!

Henrietta kinda helps Scratch learn about the world from a non-villain perspective. Scratch is still a little "evil" ofc, I'm bias I adore silly little evil guys (team Skull my beloveds). But not legit taking over the world, endangering lives, and abusive evil! Anyways, Henrietta kinda helps Scratch acclimate into a more peaceful life.

Scratch is secretly a bit insecure about how she looks, but Henrietta helps him love herself a little more.

Henrietta helps put Scratch together if he ever breaks. She's no robotics engineer, but she does know how to fix vehicles. So she has a bit of knowledge plus guides and studies on robots.

I'll probably come up with more later, but that's all for now! Sorry if there's any bad grammar or typos, I am so so tired cuz been busy on remodeling my entire room 😭!

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Got an ask from @1am13zach that I accidentally answered privately and lost access to! So I'm going to use this as a way to answer it because I liked it. Ask was wanting Bob V.elseb content with disposal!

B.ob chuckles softly as he waddles down the street, his gut sloshing back and forth. He ran into some drunk college students egging someone's house--good fun for the holiday when you're too old to get free candy. Well, B.ob doesn't have that issue. He pats his stomach a few times and lets out a crass belch. He can feel some of those college guys shifting around in his gut, stretching out his sweater enough that a sliver of his belly is poking out. He really can't get enough of his kind of food. He gets to frighten people off and indulge in his greedy desires all at once. Another belch rumbles out of B.ob as his guts churn wetly. Someone goes limp inside and he practically purrs at the sensation of knowing he's melting that man alive. They're all too drunk to fight back properly, which is what made them such easy meals to begin with. The best their struggles do now is make his belly slosh around back and forth, which he's doing plenty of just by walking along. They definitely won't be his last meals of the night but they're some of his favorites right now. And they're going right through him, too. He can feel the other two slowing down like their friend. One goes limp...then the other...B.ob shudders and his grin widens. He presses down on his gut and feels his hand sink right in. Nothing but slop now, chugging further down. They'll add a bit of heft to his gut, maybe his ass, but he can't take all of that. That's why, when he feels his bowels groan, he takes a detour into a back alley, disappearing into the darkness of it. The sounds of wet splats and thuds ring out, as well as some deep groans of pleasure. When B.ob walks back out, he's tugging his pants up again, his stomach much smaller. A bit of a stink lingers on him, but he doesn't care. He left most of it back in that dumpster, as well as the three drunken college boys, now little more than a heaping pile of manure. There'd be plenty more of those tonight, though. B.ob is far from full.

B.ob was a bit surprised to have his arm grabbed and suddenly found himself being pulled along by a group of guys. He was so taken aback by it that he didn't just immediately eat them. But that was for the best as he finds himself being taken to a large costume party that the guys were walking to, mistaking B.ob for a friend of theirs. The killer grins wide seeing the place that's simply teeming with food for the taking. His stomach lets out a deep growl when he gets inside and sees all the costumed men wandering around. His 'friends' laugh and encourage him to go get a bite to eat, which B.ob is more than happy to do. He slinks off, pushing carelessly through the crowd as he looks for some good places to eat. Ironically, he starts with the bathroom, where he's able to get alone with a guy who was trying to walk out. Wet gulps and slurps are muffled by music and chatter, and when B.ob walks back out with a squirming, sloshing gut, no one even bats an eye. They just assume it's part of a costume. So B.ob continues to pick off partygoers wherever he can. He gets wrapped up in some drunken Seven Minutes in Heaven and gets to devour three guys in the darkness of a closet before he's told it's someone else's turn. By the time anyone wonders where all his partners went, he's waddled off to get more. A couple of the bedrooms were getting a bit steamy, but that doesn't stop B.ob from barging in and slurping the men right out of their beds. One guy even asks if B.ob had seen his boyfriend--some fellow in a silly bird costume. The cannibal recalls slurping him down in the bedrooms and, ever helpful, devours the boyfriend as well. He sucks on his fingers and lets out a crass belch after. By now, his stomach isn't being contained by his sweater, left to simply hang out heavily as his various meals fight for space or freedom. B.ob steals a couple of guys going into the basement to get more beers, helpfully coming back out carrying two kegs under his arms like nothing, and then retires to a couch to relax and let all that meat process. Through the night, guys kept stopping by to rub or prod at his gut, marveling at his 'amazing costume'. They'd get some nasty belches in their faces and deep chuckles but B.ob was content to let his meals process a bit...he ends up fast asleep though and the party moves on without him, no one paying enough attention to his stomach to notice is get rounder and shrink down. Come morning, he's prodded awake by one of the partygoers and asked if he'll help clean. B.ob rises from his seat and drops his pants. With a grunt, thick shit slides out of his fattened ass, piling up on the couch behind him. He buries it under the mass, bones and parts of costumes sticking out of the muck. The partygoer is left stunned by the display, not saying anything as he watches the cannibal just unload on the couch. As soon as B.ob is done, the man's hoisted up and devoured, and the killer waddles out of the house with a final belch.

"Quit'cher complain'," B.ob huffs as he pokes the man in front of him in the chest. He'd gotten into the man's house after devouring the guy who answered the door. He's only just learned that was this man's youngest son and he'd had two more than B.ob happily devoured before turning his eyes on the last one. The man hadn't taken too kindly to a strange breaking into his home and devouring all of his kids, but B.ob wasn't the least bit sympathetic as he forced the man to sit there and rub over his churning stomach. It's done its job well, smelting the three men down into nothing but sludge with all the rubs, and now they're just sinking deeper. B.ob grins as he feels his bowels groan with a building weight. "Did you know that human gas is caused by swallowing air during eating?" he asks, leaning in a bit closer to the man, who just looks confused. B.ob leans over a bit and grunts as he farts, stinking up the living room in an instant. "Aaah...your boys were full of it, after all." The man covers his nose as B.ob rises, knocking him back with his stomach. The killer goes ot he center of the room and drops his pants, squatting down. He stares at the man with a big grin as he takes his dump, soft shit hitting the ground under him and beginning to pile up. The man is frozen, eyes wide in disgust and grief, knowing exactly what that awful pile used to be. B.ob chuckles and grunts, closing one eye as he forces out a skull. After a couple minutes, he's pinched off the last log and stands up again, yanking his pants up. "There, ya got yer boys back, just like I promised. Have a happy H.alloween." With a wave, B.ob lumbers off. Eating the man as on his mind...but he thought this was a far more entertaining use of his time. He's sure he'll get to enjoy him next year anyway. B.ob isn't one to let meat get away form him.

[gemini526sdumptruck]

Ok so I said this a few days ago, and I decided that I actually did want to draw this out. I thought it could be fun.

Now to hopefully avoid confusion I want to make something ABSOLUTELY clear.

To give some context, before BFB became a thing, everyone used to make up their own personalities for the (now former) RCs, and I was one of them. I even featured them in my old sketchbooks from middle school.  Of course, when BFB came around, we were all excited that these RCs were given personalities. Though I joined the internet much too late to show people how I used to portray them.

But when I talked about it the other day, I figured maybe it isn't too late to do so. After all, as long as I gave context people would understand right? So I decided to make this, mostly for my own enjoyment and to revisit those memories.

I also used to portray a few characters here as a different gender, but for the purposes of this I'm gonna leave some of the character's genders ambiguous.

I want to clarify this is not me rewriting characters, it is simply just a drawing I made of how I portrayed these characters before BFB for fun.

With that said, here's how I used to portray all these characters (based on what I drew and/or wrote in my old sketchbooks from like late 2016):

Cake I used to see as the cutesy one who loved pink and plushies. They also really liked making friends. I even made a small comic once about Cake inviting others to hang out with them at their house.

Gaty I saw as an artist with a southern accent.

Balloony I saw as a silly little jokester who liked to make others laugh.

Basketball I saw as a jock. Not like a mean one but like an overly energetic "dude-bro" one.

Lollipop was kinda the same as she was now except she was more blunt. I think that might've been from her one appearance in BFDIA.

Cloudy I saw as a typically bashful fellow with frequent mood swings. I kinda demonstrated those mood swings in my Cloudy doodles pic.

Lighting I saw as the cool guy who thinks he's the best.

Robot Flower I saw as almost identical to Flower, though Robot Flower would always brand herself as the "cooler" Flower.

Roboty….uh….existed.

Remote I saw as like a cheery and charismatic object show host who loved batteries.

I kinda just used alexlion0511’s (Marker’s recommender I think) portrayal of Marker as my portrayal of Marker. I watched his videos a lot back then.

Pie I saw as like the average one, not contributing much to things, in fact the most exciting thing they did was blow up. Eggy was their bestie.

Eggy was like the chipper but injury prone one. That's why they wear that bandage.

Pillow was the sleepy one.

TV I saw as like a cohost who always wanted to help out. They didn’t speak but they communicated using random clips of things. Maybe they were the cohost to my old interpretation of Remote?

Bracelety was the same as she ended up being. An Ice Cube fan lol.

8 Ball didn’t just not have a favorite number, he didn’t have a favorite anything. He was Mr. Basic.

Barf Bag was the stupid one (bit ironic now lol).

Clock was the know-it-all egotist. I think it was from his "Watches are wanabes" line. Perhaps maybe he felt superior and wanted everyone to know it lol.

Taco was basically like "the quirky main protagonist of a show where nothing goes right for them".

Fanny hated everyone and everything and isolates themselves from everyone else. They’re hurting and they’re lonely. Why were they hurting? Idk ask 11 year old me.

Grassy is for the most part the same as what he ended up being, just a fair bit more playful. He specifically liked to play hide and seek with Tree.

Tree was the calm and friendly father figure to Grassy.

Bell was like that one person who would sing about how great their morning was, about how the sun was shining and the birds were chirping. Basically all rainbows and sunshine and a singsong voice.

Bottle I never actually cared about so I didn’t actually portray Bottle as anything, but put her in here out of obligation.

The only real thing I did with Firey Jr. was make him the bratty son to Firey.

Naily was the tough jerk who always went after the “weaklings”. Saw was Naily's right-hand person. Saw tries to act tough, but they're not really tough at all. And Black Hole I saw as this wise all-powerful god that everyone went to for advice.

[aonoexpat]

10-08-2023

Yesterday, I spent the morning in Kaikōura, and joined a fellow Dutchie on a boat tour to spot albatross! These majestic birds hold the record for the largest wingspan of any flying bird on earth, even beating the condor. The ones we saw maxed out at about 3 meters, and they were a spectacular sight to see. They make a lot more sounds than I had expected, and boy are they fun :) The skipper had a batch of food that she could toss into the water to attract the birds, and they were clearly familiar with the process, because they were following us from the moment we left the harbour. This also meant they were not afraid of us at all, and were happy to get up close and personal!

My favourite one was the wandering albatross, which we saw the most individuals of. They are elegant flyers, slightly less elegant during landing and takeoff, and have the friendliest little faces...

...as opposed to the black-browed albatross, who looked perpetually pissed off for being beaten to the food by its larger cousins:

Other species we saw included the great northern petrel, a whole bunch of cape petrels (the smaller black and white birds in the photos above) who were masters at soaring along with the boat, Salvin's albatross, white-capped albatross, a couple of shags and plenty of seagulls. I did get seasick unfortunately as the sea conditions were labeled 'moderate', but luckily I had had maybe two bites of bread for breakfast so I didn't make a mess, and I had come prepared with ginger candy. The skipper gave me some nice warm ginger tea as well. Both she and the other passenger took good care of me ❤

After the tour I decided to give up my plans of hiking for the rest of the day, because a warning was issued for heavy snow in the evening. The skipper told me they might even close the state highway if it got really bad, so I didn't want to take my chances with that. As Kaikōura didn't make me feel very welcome in the first place due to their strict rules about self-contained camping, I packed up my things and left, heading down the East coast to Ōtautahi. It was another long drive, and I was really tired by the time I arrived. I was happy to find a parking spot for the night close to some takeaway junk food, and got settled for the bad weather to hit here as well.

And just as was forecast, today has been a hell of a rainy day in Ōtautahi, and, in all honesty, in my mind too. I know with a blog like this it can seem like everything on my trip is sunshine and rainbows, as you, as the readers, see the highlights. The highlights are what I take photos of, what I can passionately recount to you. But I won't omit the downsides. Sure, going on hikes and seeing spectacular sights is fun. But you know what's not fun? Waking up at 3 A.M. to a noise when you know you're all alone in a parking lot off an unsealed road in the middle of the woods. Getting told off by a town council member for not having the right type of toilet. Always being on the lookout for public facilities, all of which usually feel unsafe. Not knowing when or where you'll next be able to have a shower. A leaking faucet in the back of your van and constant worries about its status, hoping the cold weather isn't causing a mould infestation in places I can't see. Wearing gloves inside because it's literally freezing outside.

And the annoying thing is, I don't feel like I have a right to complain. I've got an extremely comfortable van with soft blankets, free electricity with my solar panel, drinking water, and enough resources to live from. But I'm all alone. All the time. The moments where the highs seem worth the struggle in between are starting to dwindle in numbers. The rest of the trip feels like a challenge I've set myself that I'll be happy to have overcome. I currently don't feel very excited about it at all. I know that will change, I know in a little while I'll look back on this and it'll seem silly that I ever thought about it, but today I really just want to go home.

I've spent some time today writing to Workaway hosts in the Ōtautahi area, hoping to maybe meet up and hang out with locals. I feel like I need to find some inspiration again, and making a more long-term plan will help. I would like to have a clearer picture of where I'm going, and when I'll get there. Maybe after this week I'll be able to form that picture. Because I don't want to give up just yet. There is still so much left to see and do. But I know in order to enjoy those things, I need to be in a better head space. How I'll get there, I'm not sure yet. But I am determined to.

(^ credit to pastel-hazy-dreams)

[egirlgarak]

this is Quite late, but @kulliare tagged me in this so i am now putting my responses under a read more, approximately 23 years later.

tagging @vexedandperplexed @spectraling @gingerteaonthetardis @chaotictomtom and @breaddo only if y’all want!

Were you named after anyone?

My birth names are a variant of a name that has been passed down on my mom’s side of the family for several generations. basil, though, was just a name i gathered one day, tried it out, and it stuck.

When was the last time you cried?

this morning, with my mom in the bedroom. (grandma has severe dementia and it’s Just Rough)

Do you have kids?

FUCK no <3

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

define: a lot. i am a silly guy, so it’s not above me to make sarcastic comments, but not more or less than my fellow citizens methinks

What sports do you play/have you played?

last time i played a sport i was genuinely like 7 years old. i took dance/was on the drill team in high school, but once i got into college, most of my time was dedicated to course work. being a music major really does not let you do too much else.

What's the first thing you notice about someone?

if they’re tall(er than me), especially if they’re fem presenting. otherwise, i guess i’d say wether or not a smile reaches their eyes.

Eye color?

brown

Scary movies or happy endings?

i can do both, but i usually lean towards thrillers/horror

Any special talents?

when i’m not around other classical musicians, I say I’m an opera singer. when I’m around other classical musicians, I tell them i’m really good at saying no <3

Where were you born?

texas. yeehaw etc etc

What are your hobbies?

media consumption. language study. day dreaming about being a little bird who’s sunning his feathers by a nice lake

Do you have any pets?

two black cats! one is my brother’s, her name is magpie. the other, my little baby girl, my princess, my plumberry sweetie pie darling angel, albatross. behold. magpie (left) albatross (right):

How tall are you?

6 ft. still remember the first time i met one of my online friends and she looked up at me with awe and just says something along the lines of: “wow….you’re huge” honestly best possible feedback to receive from another trans person u like and trust. also gave me Gender, which? still not sure what to do with that aside from thank the universe for giving huge guy genes to the dude with silly little guy neural circuits

Favorite subject in school?

high school doesn’t apply here, just because i felt stupid the entire time that i never got to enjoy anything. but that being said, in university, i looooved taking italian. i have Some Scraps of knowledge left, but i remember loving it immensely, at least. i also really enjoyed the few semesters i sang in my uni’s early music vocal ensemble. that shit changed my life, genuinely. there’s so much nuance to that style of music. i think a lot of people can’t hear the appeal but man. give me some medieval recorder. a fuckin. cantiga or two. maybe we even pull out some baroque instrumentation; a funky little continuo line w a little portative organ action. i love it, man. my work as a professional opera singer has been mostly early music, and i’ve loved every fucken second.

Dream job?

despite pro opera exp, i’m not entirely sold on following that as a career option?? i’ve been floundering since 2020, honestly. but just as long as i have a flexible job that lets me enjoy being alive both in and out of the workspace, i’m good. my last few jobs were Not That, but meh. there’s still time to figure it out.

[defensivepocket]

He barely noticed the little bird on his shoulder.

"It will be nothing compared to his."

"It may be one day if you truly wish not to be one of the last humans alive." She said, turning her beak to him.

"I don't understand why something like you would grant a wish to a sarcastic remark. There are people who wish for food, their children to be well, and much better things." He lifted his eyes from the child to look out from the small cave to the snowy landscape.

She hopped down to his knee, her black feathers a stark contrast to the blinding white.

"I didn't think it silly, to wish for the happiness of children, for them not to suffer. Was that a joke? You sounded quite serious when I heard it."

"I don't want to live forever." He sighed.

"You won't." She said pointedly. "Eventually, there will be no more children to suffer."

"You aren't as comforting as you think you are." He leaned back against the wall. "I just wanted to do what was right for a change."

"You have been, even if it was misguided at first. Saving them from so-called 'monsters' was admirable, even if you ended up returning them to the real monsters all along."

He took in a deep breath, the guilt of seeing the guardsmen coat wrapped around the boy almost made him want to burn it as well.

"And when you learned the truth, you did your best to make it right. And once again, when you couldn't fight anymore, you spat in the face of those who tried to stop you."

She leaped off his knee, where she landed a great beast with dense white fur stood. She wrapped herself around him to block the harsh wind.

"Traitor to the crown," she recited in an exaggerated accent of his former captain. "Before the crown court and this kingdom's people, tell us what your last wish!"

"And what did you say?" She looked at him with sincerity, "My wish is to live as long as children continue to suffer."

He looks away from her. "And you made it come true."

"I did, and I don't regret it."

"But why? To make me suffer as they have?"

"Do you really think this is a curse?" She squats in his eyeline, now a child slightly older than the boy in his arms. He looks away again.

"This was your wish," she stands tall, "it only becomes a curse if you do nothing about it"

"And what do you expect me to do! It's impossible for one person to end suffering!" He looked at her definitely.

"Can you read?" In the same tone as if she was asking about the weather.

"W-what? Ah-no? What does that have anything to do with -" He sputtered out.

"He can teach you some, not everything, just the basics." She said once again very casually. "If you decide you want to learn more, find a teenager or a child of a higher station who has been educated enough."

"Why would I?" He was still trying to understand the gods logic.

"Do you think only children born to lower classes suffer?" She glaced over her shoulder to him.

"But why do I need to-" What is she getting at?

"So you can teach others, you will be living for quite a while you might as well teach the children you help."

"Oh." The thought of thousands of years teaching those he hypothetically could save. It was a nice thought.

"And when you have learned all you can about language, learn trades. Those like him will eventually need a way to make a living."

"I see." He hadn't considered until now that eventually the little boy would grow. "And what should I learn next?"

The god now looked like a young woman. Her black cloak had grown with her.

"When you have become a master of all trades, you should learn about your fellow humans." She paced the cave in a small circle."You will be with them until you are one of the last, might as well understand them."

"What more do I have to learn about humans? I am one, after all." He questioned.

"Do you understand why you had to die? Why would anyone want to hurt him?" She gestured to the still sleeping boy. "Do you understand why your wish was the one I chose over other humans?"

He shook his head and turned to watch the snow. "I suppose I do have things to learn."

"And once I have learned, all there is to know about humans? What am I to do then?" He couldn't think of anything else to learn after people.

The old woman who mirrored him across the entrance long cloak over her shoulders spoke softly. "Once you fully understand your fellow humans, you will sleep peacefully within my sister's domain." And then she was gone

Ten thousand years since his final chat with the god who granted his wish, he stood in his room and looked out the window to the kingdom that he watched grow in the past thousand or so.

She was right. It had hurt. It still did, but in a distant way. It hurt in a way that drove him forward, and it hurt every single time he lost another child of his.

He watched the formally bedridden descendant of his son take her first few steps in the sun. Finally, he felt himself fall into a comforting sleep.

The abandoned child you’ve taken in sleeps on your lap as the god who gave you immortality softly warns you. “This will hurt.”

[lansolot]

tumblr made me mad so its going in your inbox instead

The studio was filled with the rich odor of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.

From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as usual. innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-colored blossoms of the laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame-like as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid jade-faced painters who, in an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion. The sullen murmur of the bees shouldering their way through the long unmown grass, or circling with monotonous insistence round the black-crocketed spires of the early June hollyhocks, seemed to make the stillness more oppressive, and the dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ.

In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself, Basil Hallward, whose sudden disappearance some years ago caused, at the time, such public excitement, and gave rise to so many strange conjectures.

As he looked at the gracious and comely form he had so skilfully mirrored in his art, a smile of pleasure passed across his face, and seemed about to linger there. But he suddenly started up, and, closing [4] his eyes, placed his fingers upon the lids, as though he sought to imprison within his brain some curious dream from which he feared he might awake.

"It is your best work, Basil, the best thing you have ever done," said Lord Henry, languidly. "You must certainly send it next year to the Grosvenor. The Academy is too large and too vulgar. The Grosvenor is the only place."

"I don't think I will send it anywhere," he answered, tossing his head back in that odd way that used to make his friends laugh at him at Oxford. "No: I won't send it anywhere."

Lord Henry elevated his eyebrows, and looked at him in amazement through the thin blue wreaths of smoke that curled up in such fanciful whorls from his heavy opium-tainted cigarette. "Not send it anywhere? My dear fellow, why? Have you any reason? What odd chaps you painters are! You do anything in the world to gain a reputation. As soon as you have one, you seem to want to throw it away. It is silly of you, for there is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about. A portrait like this would set you far above all the young men in England, and make the old men quite jealous, if old men are ever capable of any emotion."

"I know you will laugh at me," he replied, "but I really can't exhibit it. I have put too much of myself into it."

Lord Henry stretched his long legs out on the divan and shook with laughter.

"Yes, I knew you would laugh; but it is quite true, all the same."

"Too much of yourself in it! Upon my word, Basil, I didn't know you were so vain; and I really can't see any resemblance between you, with your rugged strong face and your coal-black hair, and this young Adonis, who looks as if he was made of ivory and rose-leaves. Why, my dear Basil, he is a Narcissus, and you--well, of course you have an intellectual expression, and all that. But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself an exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid. Look at the successful men in any of the learned professions. How perfectly hideous they are! Except, of course, in the Church. But then in the Church they don't think. A bishop keeps on saying at the age of eighty what he was told to say when he was a boy of eighteen, and consequently he always looks absolutely delightful. Your mysterious young friend, whose name you have never told me, but whose picture really fascinates me, never thinks. I feel quite sure of that. He is a brainless, beautiful thing, who should be always here in winter when we have no flowers to look at, and always here in summer when we want something to chill our intelligence. Don't flatter yourself,

Basil: you are not in the least like him.'

"You don't understand me, Harry. Of course I am not like him. I know that perfectly well. Indeed, I should be sorry to look like him. You shrug your shoulders? I am telling you the truth. There is a fatality about all physical and intellectual distinction, the sort of fatality that [5] seems to dog through history the faltering steps of kings. It is better not to be different from one's fellows. The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit quietly and gape at the play. If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat. They live as we all should live, undisturbed, indifferent, and without disquiet. They neither bring ruin upon others nor ever receive it from alien hands. Your rank and wealth, Harry; my brains, such as they are,--my fame, whatever it may be worth; Dorian Gray's good looks,--we will all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly."

"Dorian Gray? is that his name?" said Lord Henry, walking across the studio towards Basil Hallward.

"Yes; that is his name. I didn't intend to tell it to you."

"But why not?"

"Oh, I can't explain. When I like people immensely I never tell their names to any one. It seems like surrendering a part of them. You know how I love secrecy. It is the only thing that can make modern life wonderful or mysterious to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it.

When I leave town I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure. It is a silly habit, I dare say, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one's life. I suppose you think me awfully foolish about it?"

"Not at all," answered Lord Henry, laying his hand upon his shoulder; "not at all, my dear Basil.

You seem to forget that I am married, and the one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception necessary for both parties. I never know where my wife is, and my wife never knows what I am doing. When we meet,--we do meet occasionally, when we dine out together, or go

LMAO, THANK YOU SIR 🩷

[kittywildegrrl]

MAMACAT AND THE FINE FINE VERY FINE TRIP TO ATLANTA

Here I sit, ensconced in CatCora’s Kitchen on Concourse A, two hours till boarding, Bloody Mary Pre-Flight Tranquilizer Beverage in place, and lunch yet to come. They’re rocking excellent tunes up in here. I was singing along earlier to “What’s So Funny (‘Bout Peace Love and Understanding”) earlier, because really, what is so funny about it?

This great big huge amazing airport is absolutely thronged on this Monday afternoon.  There are the usual vacationers, reluctant-looking business travelers, folks like me returning from conventions, and myriads who were stranded due to the crazy weather the last couple of days. This joint is jumpin’. And for this little wanderer, the noises & voices of all those people and the high energy make everything just right. Travel is Life!! Danny Rojas!!

Yes, fellow Ted Lasso fans, as usual, I am simultaneously excited about the trip and concerned about my carbon footprint. Well whaddaya gonna do… OK, I’ll tell you later about one thing. Right now I want to wear the #HattitudeOfGratitude for a minute.

MamaCat is wearing the #HattitudeOfGratitude for the past five days and all the adventures. This was one of the best trips ever. It was my second VOAtlanta, and this time, NO FOOD POISONING! Also, this time, more people that I knew! Plus more fun! And that may seem counterintuitive to you, that I should raise the banner of fun over what is essentially a business convention. But only if you’re not a member of the voiceover community. The Businessier we get, the Funner we are. And yes, we all know those aren’t real words.

A year ago, I decided to just go see what this here VOAtlanta thingy was all about and what had happened to Voiceover Itself in the years since I was focused on it. Well, a LOT, I found out! And the Audio Monster in my soul was well pleased. Everything I had missed about radio broadcasting, daily production, funny smart humans, the madnesses of commercial copy; had all evolved while I was off doing theatre and being in a couple of films and whatnot. I was so pulled into all of it. Even when I wasn’t feeling all that hot, I had gained so much from it that I did the only thing I could possibly do: I went home and started for real creating that basement production room I had wanted to build since Analog days.

And I don’t know how the other old people feel about things, but I for one am super glad that we’ve time-traveled into the age of the internet. Because that’s when this got insane. When the pandemic shut us away from one another, and everybody was getting into jigsaw puzzles, genealogy, and Zoom calls, the professional voiceover industry went online too.

WE INTERRUPT THIS BLOG POST FOR THE FOLLOWING IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT: When at Hartsfield Jackson, it’s all about the Grilled Avocado Salad with Shrimp at CatCora’s Kitchen, gate A-25. DO it! You’ll thank me later.

And now, back to our regularly-scheduled MamaCat blog, already in progress…

So now it’s totally a cult. That’s the punchline. Voiceover is a cult. ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US.

No, silly, it’s an industry, and one with high professional standards. My #HattitudeOfGratitude is on, and it's looking tall ‘n’ flashy, cats and kittens, because apparently the industry will let me play too. SO grateful. This was one of those trips where something immensely personal went immensely wrong right before I had to leave, and so instead of sailing out the door with confidence and swagger, there was big sorrow. I’d meant to be off and free as a bird and ready to give, but instead I was more defeated and needy. It was a bit of a rough go. But nothing would have been solved by staying, there were a lot of non-malleable trip details in place, and so to Atlanta, me little droogies!

So if last year was about trying to get some good out of a weekend plagued with intestinal sadness, this year was about showing up when Life Itself has taken a bite out of your resilience and you aren’t certain that you can. In fact, it may wind up being a story in a presentation I find myself working on. I stood up Saturday in an “X-Session” and announced (when it was my turn to intro myself), “I am a disruptive influence and a complete fraud! I have literally failed at everything!” and that’s the moment I realized that among my other weirdass karma, it falls to me to be an example of re-invention and revival. My good old friend, the Phoenix bird, serves me well here.

As it was, I was far more needy these past few days than I had originally anticipated. Emotionally close to the surface. A wee bit less steady-on than one likes to be. And there they were. The hugs, and the huggers. And the waffles.

No, I did not eat delicious waffles on this trip, even though there was a Waffle House full of 'em between my hotel and the conference location. Waffles are sometimes people.  There’s the most wonderful Clubhouse on the ap, called “The Working VO Actor,” filled with some of the brightest pros in the industry, and while I am not certain that the Origin Story of how waffles and voiceover came to be associated one with the other will ever be fully known to humankind, I can nevertheless confirm that such a relationship, the people, the waffles, and the hugs all do, in fact, Exist. Can confirm. And they were among the many who fed me, the hungriest bee, all weekend long.

Oh, I also accomplished the basics: meet people, get to know folks, nourish existing relationships, start new ones, attend exhaustingly brilliant classes and panels, and get to the head-is-spinning stage. But mainly, what I experienced was Love. Everywhere I turned, there was someone to hug, someone who wanted to listen, someone who wanted me to listen to them; there was family.

Don’t get MamaCat wrong; I actually did industry things. I laughed and made others laugh. Food and drink and music occurred. But wow. That Love thing. The ability to call strangers “family” and have it be believed and honored. Yikes, cats & kittens. Not every industry is gonna give ya that.

Geeeez, the flight is SO delayed. But that salad was heaven and the drinky is almost finished.

Meow, darlings.

😉🎧🎙️🍸😎😸

[lettheladylead]

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Minima the beloved... also Adélia

Adelia De Spell first because she’s super easy: she’s been in one comic and never mentioned in any other comic ever lol

Thank you to @myrskytuuli for doing a lil scanlation of the comic way back when (link) (part 2 link) so that’s a lot less work for me. What do we know about Adelia? She’s Magica’s cousin who made a decision to stop being a witch and be a fairy instead. It’s funny to know that’s a decision someone can just make. Will Matilda or Minima make the same decision? You never know

We also learned that the process of going from a witch to a fairy involves many trials, the last of which is trying to convert another witch into becoming a fairy. Very specific. Part of me thinks Adelia made that up ‘cause she wanted to hang out with her cousin Magica but who knows.

Anyway that’s all we know. She’s trusting and a little airheaded, but the fact that she was born a witch and gave it up as an adult is interesting. It’d be nice to see her again. Also here’s some fun images/dialogue and then I’ll get to Minima under the cut:

cute

“everybody knows, bitch”

magica’s physical age fluctuates depending on the author but its fun to wonder if she’s immortal or not

anyway MINIMA TIME! Minima De Spell:

Minima is interesting. She was created specifically for DuckTales 1987, but then they never got to include her in the show, just in the one DT87 comic. But it’s funny ‘cause Magica had a number of young nieces and nephews that they could’ve used instead of making up a new one, but (shrug)

I think Minima might be the only DuckTales cartoon creation that was notable enough to become canon in the comics?? Don’t quote me on that tho

I’ll start with her DT87 comic appearance even though it has zero relevance to her characterization in the regular comics. Minima doesn’t seem to be very close to Magica, only staying with her temporarily while her mother (a sister/sister-in-law/cousin/fellow witch of Magica’s?) is busy. She befriends Webby and then tries to use Webby to get Scrooge’s dime, but then realizes she likes Webby too much to do it. It’s very cute, reminds me of Weblena.

(hanging out on a playground jungle gym is also reminding me of weblena lol)

(sorry for the bad quality pics i just took them with my phone ‘cause i can’t find the digital copy i thought i had of this comic)

Overall, here Minima is loyal to Webby and doesn’t care much about Magica’s life goal. She gets bullied by her peers and has magic powers but they’re not super powerful.

THENNNNNN four years after that was published, Minima made her first Topolino appearance! Funny enough, her original comic was never translated into Italian, so this was her first appearance in Italy. Also the first appearance of Magica’s not-fiancé and her granny’s apprentice, Rosolio Rhododendron. 

There was a couple of comics between 1995 and 2002 where Minima/Granny De Spell/Rosolio showed up and caused mayhem for Magica, but Minima’s presence in them is...minimal. She likes Ratface and she plays pranks and is a very silly kid. Also kind of a bit sadistic towards the poor bird. More interesting than that, Magica apparently put a spell on Granny/Minima/Rosolio where they’re trapped in some magic dimension for 77 days at a time and can only come out every 33 hours (in this screencap it says 333 but later they say 33). They’re doing really well despite this.

Oh hey look she’s in the little witches version of the Woodchucks! Junior Witchhex Guidebook...cute. I guess there’s a lot of magic things going on in that other dimension she’s spent several years of her life in

very philosophical child

well that’s it for officially translated comics. I was able to find 1 out of Minima’s 3 other appearances...

Here she’s just telling Magica to stop playing videogames so much

One of the other appearances is something to do with Halloween and it includes April May and June so I’d love to find it but I really struggle to get my hands on stuff from the Netherlands lol

anyway so that’s Minima! She definitely likes to torment poor Ratface but she’s also very good at magic and she’s barely experienced any of the human world since she’s mostly trapped in a magic dimension all the time