#technically boops I mean its not really boops

[elecman108]

If any of y'all just wanna send me a random ask or a random dm on tumblr feel free. After all that booping yesterday I feel like y'all can just send boops in other ways too now there's no longer a staff-sanctioned button available.

(Also if you want to share random facts or interests I am always down for those boops too.)

[kazucinth]

Han Seo-Jun Hcs💞

Summary <3 : What happends if your dating the high school’s so-called ‘bad boy’?

If this man falls, he falls hard

Okay so starting off a week when you guys start dating is that he takes things rather slow like he doesn’t want to make you rush the relationship

At the first few weeks he is romantic, he buys you your favorite drinks before the first class starts, he always waits for you whenever you guys go to school (because whenever you see him riding his motorcycle you keep telling him to stop using it to school or tell him to be careful but majority of the time you just slide it off and let him be) and he always and I mean ALWAYS walks you home to school even if he’s tired, but if he’s busy then he’ll ask Cho-rong, he’s just worried about you yk?

Whenever you go to school, he would be constantly by your side (except the restroom ofc ew🤨) walking to school? beside you, talking with Soo-ah or Jukyung? beside you while scrolling to social media, lunch break? beside you while adding some of you favorite side dish from his plate and putting it to your plate, while on that topic, he’s next to you on lunch, someone tries to sit next to you? booped to the side, you remember that scene where he booped Soo-ah from the side after trying to sit next to Jukyung? yep just like that

He’s always trying to make your day, and he knows what your favorites are, you like a certain drink that’s not in the school cafeteria? he’s always buying it whenever he has the chance so that he could see the smile on your face whenever he gives it to you :))

He’s overprotective too, because you’re so beautiful that tons of voice actually ask you for your number, inside the school the other boys knows to back off but when you’re outside, it’s hard especially when you’re alone and  Sung-yon manages to notice you and immediately knows that your seojun’s s/o😭

His mom loves you a lot because you were able to make him smile🥹 and you are a really nice company and their house because technically you’re best friends with gowoon, she would tell you about the embarrassing things that seojun does!

(bonus if u can sing, you and gowoon always duet songs and challenge one another on who can hit the high note hsjdbd)

‘might write part two tomorrow or so hshdbdhd😭’

ps. THIS TOOK ME A LONG TIME BCS I AM NEW IM SORRY IF ITS BAD😤 btw request box is open <333

-xyn

[mushyblushyredhead]

TickleTober 2023 🎃

Presented by @august-anon

DAY 2: Accidental (Marvel)

Lee!Peter 1

Lers!Peter 2 & 3

Summary: An innocent brotherly cuddle pile between the three Spider-bros suddenly turns ticklish when the older Peters make an interesting discovery about their youngest brother.

So cuddly…so warm.

A collection of content sighs filled the air of the oldest Peter’s apartment. The three Spider-Men were currently cuddled up next to each other in a makeshift blanket nest that the younger two begged Peter 2 to let them set up.

And so here they were: the oldest Peter in the middle of the cuddle pile with his two younger brothers snuggled up on either side of him. He had his arms wrapped around the youngsters, his fingers gently running through their fluffy hair.

“Mmm…this is nice,” the middle Peter said. The youngest hummed happily in agreement. “This is honestly like, free therapy right here.”

Peter 2 chuckled. “Aww. As long as it makes you guys happy. I’ll admit, this brotherly cuddle nest you guys set up really is nice. I think we were all due for a nice cuddle. Especially our newest little Spidey here.” He gave a squeeze to the youngest Peter.

“Heyyyy,” Peter 1 whined. “I’m not that little.”

“Are you kidding? You’re our adorable baby bro!” Peter 3 cooed, reaching over to ruffle the younger’s hair.

“Aaah! Heheyyy! Quit ihit!”

“Alright you two, relax,” Peter 2 said with a fond eye roll. “But he’s got a point, little Pete. You technically are the baby brother of our trio.” The youngest pouted with a huff. “Hey, don’t take it in a bad way. It just means you’ll get double the hugs and affections because you’re so cute!” Peter 2 booped the youngest’s nose.

Peter 1 rolled his eyes. “C’mon guys, you both treat me like I’m five. Have you forgotten that I’m frickin’ Spider-Man?”

“An adorable Spider-Man!” The middle brother chirped. He sat up from the cuddle pile to playfully squish the littlest Peter’s cheeks. “I don’t know how you could ever have any enemies, little bro. You’re too cute! How can your enemies not spare you or constantly stay mad at you if you’re this adorable?”

The teasing combined with the face squishes was making Peter 1 blush and let out involuntary giggles. “S-Stohohop, you weirdo!”

Peter 3 kept talking. “I mean look at him, Dos! If you were his enemy, would you wanna keep fighting this kid?”

The oldest couln’t help but laugh at the unfolding predicament. “No, definitely not. If anything, I think it would make me want to do this instead for all the times he’s foiled my plans!” He surprised the youngest Spidey by suddenly scooping him up in an upside down hug, making Peter 1 squeal as he now dangled upside down.

“Hehehey! Put me dowwwn!” Peter 1 couldn’t stop giggling. The silliness of being upside down made him feel like a little kid again.

The little wholesome moment was interrupted when Peter 2 gave a playful squeeze to the younger’s sides. The reaction was instantaneous; Peter 1 squeaked loudly and kicked out his legs, almost hitting his older brother in the face.

The room fell silent. Finally, Peter 3 broke the silence. “What was that? Did you just squeak, lil’ Pete?”

The youngest blushed. “Uhhm…n-no..?”

“Then what was that noise? Did that hurt when I touched you there?” The oldest Peter frowned with concern. “I’m sorry if I did.”

“N-No its not that..! It’s—I’m just—uhm…”

When the littlest brother didn’t respond, Peter 2 gave another experimental squeeze in the same spot and the same thing happened; Peter 1 jolted with another loud squeak. Crap-eating grins spread across the two older Spider brothers’ faces.

“Ohh I think I know what it is,” the oldest said in a sing-song voice.

“I think a certain little Spider-bro is ticklish~” Peter 3 sang.

Peter 1’s blush darkened. He rapidly shook his head, attempting to squirm out of the upside down hug with no luck. “N-No I’m not! Get a-away from me! Both of you!”

“Gosh, he’s squirming so much,” Peter 2 said with a huff.

“Why not put him down?” the middle Peter suggested.

“No! Nohoho c’mon guys!” In a matter of seconds, Peter 1 was dumped onto the pile of blankets and immediately pinned by his older brothers. His oldest brother had him trapped in his lap; wrists grabbed and pinned above his head. And his other older brother took a seat by his legs, resting his fingers on his kneecaps. “Guhuhuys! Guys pleaheeheehease! y-you don’t have to—EEEEHP!!”

Peter 1 squealed as his sides were tased. The culprit turned out to be his cheeky middle brother.

“And just how come you never told us about this, little Spidey?”

“Yeah, how come you didn’t tell us our little bro was ticklish?”

“I-I dihihidn’t know! And I’m not even tickliAAAAHA!” His lie was cut short when the fingers that tased his sides now vibrated and stayed glued in that spot. “NAAAHAhahaheeHEEE! Qhuihihit thaHAAhat!”

“Awww someone’s not a very good liar~” Peter 3 sing-songed. He moved his fingers upward, spidering them to Peter 1’s ribs next. He grinned when he saw how his little brother twitched with a girly squeal.

Feeling a bit left out of the playful banter, the oldest Spider-Man finally joined in. His free hand fluttered against Peter 1’s neck, resulting in another squeal and leg kick.

“Whoa! Easy there, little bro,” exclaimed Peter 3. “Don’t kick me.”

“I-I caHAHAhan’t hehehelp ihihit!” Peter 1 squeaked out. His blushy face was really starting to rival his Spidey suit. Out of all the embarrassing things his brothers could’ve discovered and exploited, it just had to be this one.

Things got worse when the middle Peter decided to scribble across his belly and the oldest fluttered his fingers under his arm.

“EEAAAHEHEEEHAHAAAA!! NAHAHAO N-Not thEHEHhere!!”

“Not where?” Both Peters innocently asked.

“T-Thehehehere!! Both…Both plahahahaces!!”

“Awww!!” Peter 3 couldn’t help but coo. “Ticklish tummy and armpits?” The littlest shook his head rapidly as more giggles poured out. “Awww! We got a ticklish tummy and armpits here! How cuuuute!”

“S-StAHAhap teasing, you jeheherk!” Peter 1 giggle-whined.

“Peter Dos, do you hear that sass?” The middle Spidey pretended to be offended.

“Yeah, I heard it. And I don’t think I like that tone you’re using, little bro.”

Both spider brothers cracked their knuckles for dramatic effect before plunging their fingers down and tickling anywhere they could reach: underarms, in between ribs, behind the knees, even Peter 3 got evil enough to slip his hands under his squealing bro’s shirt to scribble at his bare tummy.

It was maddening. It was torture. But it was…fun. Gosh, how long has it been since Peter 1 even laughed like this? A long time, in fact. Long before Mr. Stark left.

But here he was now, red faced and giggling brightly. Instinctively kicking and squirming, but not putting up too much of a fight to get away. Turns out, it’s not so bad letting his older spider counterparts know of his one little weakness. It was fun, and it made him feel genuinely happy to get to play around with the other Peters like this after everything.

So yeah. It’s not so bad letting his ticklishness be exposed and exploited. As long as they didn’t find out about his extra sensitive belly button or that one spot right under his arm and above his highest rib—oh nope. Too late.

There’s nothing Peter 1 can hide from his counterpart brothers, apparently. And that especially includes tickle spots. Ohh he was so getting them back for this!

THE END :3

[trekmupf]

Evil Cube from outer space

Pro

Spock being a good leader & Sassy boy

Shatner getting his sweaty sporty chest out again. I mean the entire workout scene, McCoy ignoring the red alert and kirk video calling Spock shirtless and sweaty

and Kirk literally walking around the entire ship without a shirt and shoes???

“What am I a doctor or a moon shuttle conductor?”

the way bones sits on the bridge railing

our crew sitting in the conference room for hours, slamming back coffee

Bailey is a great and important part of the episode: we see his decline (along with McCoy), it's realistic and well contrasted to the senior staff on the bridge, and his arc comes full circle in the end

I love it when McCoy is literally standing behind Kirk in the captains chair

the fact the dummy alien makes you think this is the worst alien design so far and then it DOES turn out to be a dummy is great

Not only in theory but generally shows important mechanics on the ship: How the characters / crew work together and who does what

especially the way kirk relies on both Spock and McCoy to advise him, challenge him and back him up in their very own way; also the way they clash but come around again after, it's all so rounded

also shows who kirk is as a captain: calm, level headed, rational but empathetic, thinks deeply about major decisions and is conscious of his role and responsibility; and also so smart with how he handles the crisis and outplays his opponent; the way he leads his crew, the way he refuses to give up; but his anger and emotion also keep him very human

the fact that he decides to save the former enemy is so Kirk, I love him for it (knowing how he continues to value life and what it will cost him later on)

special effects (I really implore you guys to check out the original special effects if you've only seen the Netflix / DVD versions, it's on youtube)

The sounds on the bridge, little beeps and boops, are such a great atmosphere

“ a cube is blocking the ships way for half an episode” shouldn't work and yet the characters, music and editing really hold the tension up during the first half

the second half is even more tense and puts the characters under such stress until the plot twist in the end that relieves that tension in a great and satisfying way

good scoring and dramatic music

Con

Was filmed earlier than most others, so the inconsistencies are back (clothes, roles, characters, camerawork)

Bashing Yeoman Rand doing her job served no purpose and was unnecessary sexist; didn't like McCoy's comment either

Counter

shirtless kirk

brains over brawls (technically there was no brawls option)

superior alien race studying humanity

Quote:

"You know the greatest danger facing us is... ourselves, and irrational fear of the unknown. There's no such thing as 'the unknown,' only things temporarily hidden, temporarily not understood" - Kirk

"Has it occurred to you that there is a certain... inefficiency in constantly questioning me on things you've already made up your mind about?" - Spock "It gives me emotional security" - Kirk (the way they look at each other drives me insane)

Moment: Kirk pulling the entire Corbomite story from thin air

Summary: A tense episode about a terrifying and hopeless situation putting pressure onto our characters and revealing their core characteristics and strengths as well as highlighting their relationships with each other, with a great plot twist to round out the episode. It also openly and directly tells us what Star Trek is about and its philosophical and ethical core messages – the best episode so far and one of the best in general.

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[shreddeddescent]

i feel like sharing this snippet from ages ago that came from a timeline of events that no longer make sense? but like... this is the beginning of mikey seeing raph as mom stuff in everything ive written. like its possibleeee i could go back and implement this whole story again buttt its not very good as a whole, but still had some good scenes in it.

so this would be the 'raph was rescued from the bad thing' timeline. the 'raph and leo spent the night out trauma dumping in the van' timeline. they got home the next morning n got groundedddddd. but not before they got some fuckin mcdonalds (mikeys mad he didnt get any). and then raph got in a fight w donnie cuz donnie was worried about where the fuck they went all night. that whole thing kinda sent him into another dissociative state, one he wants to go apologize to donnie for but leos like 'nope youve been through shit youre in baby mode im big brother today i got it'. thats all the context i think you need? this parts really the only thing im tryina share from it.

--

Leo opened the bathroom door, leading Raph out into the living room. He saw Mikey on the couch practising his crochet and he smiled.

Perfect.

“Mikey?” Leo called out as he marched Raph to stand in front of him.

Mikey looked up, he pouted a little. He still seemed mad about the fast food.

“Mikey can I trust you with a very important mission?”

Mikeys pout immediately turned into a determined grin and he sat up straight and saluted.

“What’s the mission, sir?”

Leo pushed Raph to sit beside him on the sofa.

“Your mission is simple. Keep Raph cozy and safe. Protect him with your life! Do you understand?”

Mikey grinned, bouncing on his knees. “Yes sir! On it sir!”

Raph looked up at Leo in disbelief, shaking his head slightly.

Leo smirked and saluted the two of them before he went to enter their bedroom and talk to Donnie.

Raph sighed and slumped back into the sofa, he was still draped in the biggest fluffiest towel they owned, which left him unable to move his arms.

Mikey began fluffing the pillows around him, trying to tuck him in. When he was satisfied he lay another pillow against Raph’s lap so he could lay down with his head against him. He looked up at his big brother with big eyes.

“Comfortable?”

Raph sighed sarcastically and gave him a lopsided grin. “Yes, thank you, you’ve saved me from so much pain and discomfort! My hero.”

Mikey beamed and picked his crotchet hook back up, fiddling with it. Raph watched him loop and unloop yarn, it seemed therapeutic.

“How are you?” Raph asked him.

“Me? I’m fine! I’m still mad you went out without me though. Mean.”

“We’ll take you next time, I promise.”

“You better. And I want an ice cream after.”

“No happy meal?”

Mikey pouted up at him. “I’m not a baby.”

“Of course, my bad. We’ll get you one black coffee.”

That made him scrunch up his face. “You know caffeine is no good for me.”

Raph rolled his eyes. He knew very well that that would set Mikey's heart rate racing. He used to drink it sometimes, but it turned out it didn’t agree with him.

“I was joking.”

“Well! Sometimes you forget stuff.” He reached up to boop his nose.

“Mikey, I could never ever forget something as important as what keeps you safe.”

Mikey rolled his eyes and booped him again. “Yes Mom, I know.”

Raph blinked. He looked down at him with his brows knitted together.

“You don’t even call Mom that.”

His brother sat up, looking at him somewhat seriously. “I mean. She’s not, really. I know you and Leo remember her from before, but me and Donnie don’t.”

Raph knew all that. “But she’s still our mom.”

Mikey waved his hand around as if to say ‘kind of’. 

“She didn’t like… birth us. Or adopt us when we were young though, right? She was.. well she was Shredder’s wife. Shredder’s only technically our dad. And you guys say she took care of us like we were her kids. But if she left when I was 3 and came back when I was 9, is that my mom?”

Raph hadn’t really thought about that part.

“But she’s your mom now.” He tried.

He shrugged. “She feels more like an aunt or something to me. Like April. Like I love her? But as far as I think moms are supposed to work I don’t see her like that.”

Raph held back saying that made him ungrateful. It had hardly worked with Leo, it definitely wouldn’t work with Mikey.

“She changed your diapers.”

“So did you!”

Raph rolled his eyes and shook his head. “No I didn’t.”

“Yes you did! When I used to wet the bed, don’t you remember?”

Raph tried to wrack his brain. He vaguely remembered Mikey at maybe five years old. Them all waking up to him crying and no adults entering the room. He remembered needing to calm him down, and finding a supply of old diapers in the closet. He didn’t remember changing him, just letting him sleep in his bed that night.

“I mean… I sort of remember something like that happening once.”

“It was more than once. I did it like on and off for months.”

Raph frowned at him. “I’m sorry, I really don’t remember…”

“That’s why I said you’re forgetful.” Mikey leaned up to flick him in the forehead.

He pouted and eyed his brother curiously. “Still, just cuz you don’t remember her doesn’t make her not your mom.”

Mikey shrugged and lay back down on his lap. “To be honest… whenever I think of what a mom is supposed to be I always picture you.”

Raph blinked, his eyes suddenly growing wet.

“You… what?”

Mikey hissed, looking up at him apologetically. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t call you that, should I?“ His eyes grew wide when he noticed tears rolling down his cheeks, and he sat up quickly, grabbing his brother's face. “Oh no! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that! Oh man, I’m really failing my mission now.”

Raph shook his head, sniffling and pulling his arms out from inside the towel to rest his hands on top of Mikey’s.

“No… no it’s fine, Mikey. I.. ugh, this will sound weird, but I don’t mind being called mom at all…”

Mikey pouted and kept holding his face. “Then why are you crying?”

Raph sniffled and laughed and looked into Mikey's eyes.

“Because that made some… weird part of my brain happy. That made me so happy I cried.”

Mikey whined and wrapped his arms around his neck tightly, hugging him close. “I’m sorry! You’re welcome!? I-I don’t know what to say!”

Raph sniffed back a laugh as he pressed his face into Mikey's plastron, hugging him back.

“I’m sorry, it’s hormonal I think.” He pulled Mikey back and sat him to rest against him on the sofa again so he could look down at him, arm draped over his shell. “If you felt like I was your mom for real I would say I feel proud of that, but also sorry you didn’t have a real one. But I love you all the same, little brother.”

Mikey stared up at him with big emotional eyes, his lower lip trembling.

“I-I love you too! Stop crying!” He wiped his own face sympathetically.

Raph just laughed, closing his eyes and letting the tears fall free. “I can’t help it!”

Mikey whined pathetically. “Leo put me in charge of you being happy and you keep crying!”

Raph smiled and let out a deep rumbly churr. Something in him sensed it was parental in nature.

Mikey chirped back and hugged him around his middle, pressing his cheek to his chest, letting the rumble comfort him.

“Do… you want me to call you mom now?” He asked.

He laughed softly and rubbed his back. “Do you want to call me Mom?”

“I-I don’t know! It’s weird!” Mikey whined and nuzzled against him.

“How about only if you want me to cry. Bust it out if I need it, maybe. It can be your secret weapon.”

Mikey smiled and let out a happy chirp. “Okay.”

The bedroom door finally opened, and Leo stepped out. He eyed his brothers and smiled softly, pressing his hand to his chest. 

“Aw! Look at you two.”

Raph rubbed his eyes with his free hand and took a deep breath, trying to keep himself from crying more. He glanced at Leo and tilted his head curiously, gesturing with a nod to where Donnie was.

Leo looked back in the room and stepped out of the way.

Donnie came marching out, heading straight towards Raph and Mikey, and looked up at Raph with an apologetic frown.

Raph just stared at him back, waiting for him to say something.

But instead of saying anything Donnie just wrapped his arms around his neck and gave him a hug.

Raph was stunned. He didn’t know how to react. Donnie had never hugged him, he just wasn’t the touchy feely kind. He especially didn’t think he’d do anything like this after how angry he seemed earlier. What in the world did Leo say to him?

He carefully wrapped his free arm around his other little brother and held him gently, not wanting to frighten him off.

Donnie then climbed on top of the couch and hugged him tighter, mirroring Mikey's pose.

Raph was choked up, a baby brother in each arm, he couldn’t remember ever feeling so warm, so loved.

Then Leo sauntered up behind him and leaned over, wrapping his arms around his chest and leaning his head on top of his.

And he just started sobbing.

--

theeeee donnie conversation is less fun, more csa conversations happening, just donnie kind of putting some pieces together and feeling the need to make raph feel loved afterwards.

but! thats as far as this timeline went. but obvs this piece of it with mikey has kept coming up.

[jazzmckay]

tagged by @broodsys for this writer questionnaire uvu ty, i got really into this one. the deep jazz lore incoming <3

tagging @lyriumlullaby-ao3, @inscrutable-shadow, and @skadizzleross

copy and paste-able question list at the bottom of the post!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

says 88, but one is anonymous lol 89 babey

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

824,682

3. What fandoms do you write for?

dragon age currently, prior to that, detroit: become human. some witcher and RWBY mixed in. teen wolf, dishonored, red vs blue, homestuck back in the day, a couple other things.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Truth in Melody (witcher, geraskier)

The World Upside Down (dbh gen)

left an impression on my heart (teen wolf, scott/stiles. its over a decade old i am not linking this lol)

Variable Outcome (dbh, connor & gavin gen)

Winter Chill and Summer Bloom (dbh, connor/gavin)

5. Do you respond to comments?

absolutely! if i don't, it's only because the person is being a jerk or just uncomfortable. give me a heart emoji, you're getting a heart emoji right back. boop

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i generally write happy endings, no matter how hellish the road to that happy endings is. i do, however, have a Bad End dbh oneshot. Fair Compensation. it's straight up non-con, and from aggressor pov, so viewer discretion is advised

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

gosh idk how i could pick. as i said in the previous answer, i try to leave off on a high note. Truth in Melody or perhaps Promises to Keep. wouldn't say they're happier than others, but they're among my longest fics, which means the characters had to go through some bullshit to get those happy endings lmfao

8. Do you get hate on fics?

a couple times. more often, i get weird / uncomfortable comments that i just ignore

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do! well, i'd say "kinky" tends to be a general theme ahahaha and feelsy! smut in my chaptered fics are more basic, the oneshots can be wild though. and then there's from the depths, an ancient song, where i wrote a foursome involving a LOT of tentacles. like a lot. so take that how you will.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

ive dabbled in ideas, but rarely get around to actually writing them. i do like the concept of smashing my favourite universes together, though. my dbh vampire series is basically just the lore of vampire: the masquerade, but i wouldn't consider it a full crossover

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i have! and a couple additional requests, one that i denied, and another that i agreed to but no result yet! still hoping <3

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes, for events. shout out to any of my buddies from the homestuck shipping olympics who see this :p can you BELIEVE how long it has been

roleplaying is also kinda like co-writing fics sometimes honestly. i've got some threads that have been ongoing for years and took a lot of plotting and planning together uvu

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

how dare u ask me this. this is nearly impossible aughh but i'm going to say corvo/daud from dishonored

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

basically anything from my favourite games and such that are nonetheless overshadowed by current hyperfixation. i'm forever sad that most of my many, many dishonored fic ideas were from a time when i chronically could not finish anything

16. What are your writing strengths?

i don't know, i'm bad at acknowledging good things about myself lol characterization, i suppose, that tends to be what i get the most lovely comments about <3

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

fluff, unless it's the resolution to angst lmfao i need to build up to it. drop me straight into a nothing scenario of fluff and i don't know what to DO. technical-wise, idk, descriptions i think

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

it certainly has its place and can be done well! but it's easy to mess it up, too. you need to make sure it's accurate and fitting for the scene, you need to avoid racist stereotyping, you need the story to still make sense and flow well. if the message isn't clear because most readers don't know the language, or have to keep looking it up / reading author notes, that's immersion-breaking imo. with fictional languages where much of the fanbase is familiar with the common words, though, no big deal i'd say

19. First fandom you wrote for?

honestly i think it was the cartoon, angry beavers lol i didn't know what's what i was doing, at the time. as far as serious, intentional stories, maybe firefly? or xmen?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

i cannot pick just one lol 4 is as low as ill go

previously linked Winter Chill and Summer Bloom: this is very hurt/comfort, my favourite thing, with a bunch of my other favourite things tossed in. touch-starvation, non-verbal character, characters getting away from the location of their suffering to heal in a better place, both physically and mentally, sweet slice of life stuff etc.

take these broken wings and learn to fly: more h/c! this one starts off heavy as hell and involves a lot of Process of Healing (to no ones surprise, at this point). healing has gotta be one of my favourite genders. also it's femslash.

Sight & Shadows: it's both plot- and character-driven, i'm happy with how i balanced both simultaneously. it's my vampire au, and other than the v:tm lore borrowing, it feels almost original to me. it's a rarepair, in an au--as niche as it gets, shaped a lot by the universe and story i put together for the whole series. it was a joy to create, because i truly did write this for ME. i wouldn't say any of my fics were written for others, per se, but i guess this one just felt different from the start. i wasn't anticipating an audience, i was just telling the story these characters needed, the way i like to do it. i had great friends supporting me through it, so i wasn't alone in the process or anything, it just felt the most like writing an original story than any of my other fics have

into the light of the dark black night: first of all, yes, 2/4 fics listed here are titled with lyrics from blackbird by the beatles. blackbird lyrics means intense feelings, that's just how it is. i've done it twice, and ill DO IT AGAIN. anyway, this one takes place in one of dbh's grimmest possible endings--the nuclear blast ending. i did a lot of research for this one, and also put a lot of thought into handling it with as much care as i think a concept like this requires. it's weighty, but hopeful. it has apocalypse elements, which i love. i got to do cyberpunky stuff as well. i added some of the elements i think dbh would have included if d@vid cage weren't a coward. i projected multiplicity onto some of the characters. i got to write north as the steadfast and successful leader of the revolution, as she deserves. blackbird fly <3

if you made it through all of that... thank you :>

and the template:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

[wytfut]

tubing and tech

Well as you may have noticed below.... I’ve jumped into the YouTube pool. 

I’ve been a follower of youtube for many years actually, as several channels just hold my interest. Vise Grip Garage, Puddin’s Fab Shop, Iron Trap garage, Matts off road rescue, Trail Nater, Casey Ladelle, Beards and bikes, just a portion of my subscriptions (for those that don’t know, subscriptions are free). 

Also have a few other channels that my Hunny and I watch together. We found out a few years ago, we both enjoy travel/adventures shows. And youtube has many. 4 we now follow together. 

Most channels post weekly, some twice a week, while others (possibly mine) are a few times a year. 

Enough promoting....

I’m not a “techie” sort of guy. In fact, as I get older, I loose patience much faster, and techie things can really get a rise out of me. 

For example....

I don’t understand, why credit card readers can’t be a standard across the board. It appears each of the companies that design these blue hair killers, is trying to out build ergonomically/technically each other. It has nothing to do with the customer, but more sales to the owner of the devices... well that’s how I see it.    “OOOOO  SHINEY, me likey, me want”

I approach every counter when I pull out my card with a certain amount of apprehension. no neck veins sticking out, but enough to get my attention, especially if its dealing with a long line of customers.  Sometimes maybe enough to challenge holding my water..

Standing there, a small amount of neck sweat appears, trying to figure out this device from hell, operating procedure.  I swear, that blinking at me, is actually winking, as a dare..... 

Beep Boop this, Beep Boop that.... no no... A sigh from the attendant. People behind me giving a big sigh (I know they are, my mind can hear it).   Boop boop, beep...   “who played Tarzan in 1929?” ...     AAAAAAGGGGHHH! Am I peeing?

Don’t give me any crap, about the “tap” theory too. “oh its so wonderful, just walk thru”    Dig out my “tap” card.... nothing. Tap the attendant on the forehead, his cell phone, my beer purchase.... run outside and throw card in parking lot. “Sir?, thats your medicare card....”

Then.... Cell phone taps???? WTH?    I’d have to buy a new cell phone every few months. As I to the congenial love “TAP!” .... 

Also what about those “apple” systems, where its on a screen in front of you, and they ask you about tip amount. You know the attendant has the very same screen in front of them, to judge you (its part of their job title description. “character card usage sizeup”). I tip, I really do, and I’m not socially correct about it, I’m finding out. But I really don’t want to tip when I’m standing at the counter, before I receive my product of choice. What about that $1 purchase, and they ask for a tip. I’m being judged for that????  And another thing, you know the character size up standards that they are looking at? I’m tired of the “dimwitted” group.

Imagine me then jumping in with both feet, in the youtube pool. Let me give you a run down...:

Filmed my first episode on 6 generation old equipment with a bucket of Amazon assesories, and a whim.... 3 LONG SESSIONS

Edited first episode on new program with same 6 generation old equipment. New program was in Navajo tech, I struggled, but it wasn’t a murder scene. umm.... yeah, very long time. Was like trying to learn to drive British in the fog.

First episode was coming out at 50+ minutes total length. 

Down loaded on youtube site (this too all new to me)... they spoke pig latin with the word game “jumble” mixed in. I got a little bit sweaty, and I could feel blood pressure in my eyes. 

To down load 50+ minutes it took over 6 hours. Mean while I’m robbing my Wife internet ban, enough, that she is reminding me that its doing that frequently yelling downstairs, and well, you know... her shows..   “BRUCE!! MY SHOWS!!” .... I’m a bit hard of hearing.... “YOUR HOES???”   you get the drift..

Then after the 6 hours, youtube rejects my video, because its over 15 minutes long. WTH!!?

Back to my editing program.... another very long time and created 4 episodes out of the one, all had to be reedited. YIPPEE!!  Good few hours there. 

While waiting for first episode to “upload” to youtube, I find some new rules that I hadn’t seen previously, that if I click this certain button, I can make as big of videos as I wish. Now I can feel the veins in my eyes pulsing.... 

Took about 6 hours to get them all uploaded. All time told together.... it took about 5 years off my life. 

2 days later I realize I forgot 3 kinda important topics I needed to cover in the videos. I’M NOT GOING TO REEDIT NOTHING. THIS 5TH VIDEO WILL BE .... 5 OF 4    I don’t care. 

My bucket of Amazon assesories? .... mostly scattered between house and garage, getting lost, as of yet, no need for 99% of it. 

Gotta admit, by the time I got the 4th one edited, that editing program, was pretty simple. If you ignore Navajo, and look for the stick figures, it all pans out.

Suspect its all going to come easier and smoother as I go. I’m far from anything close to my channels that I watch, but I’m not going for that kind of class. And definitely not the money. 

Supposively, the idea behind “tech” is to make it simpler, and convenient. I’d like to sit in my car with a crayon to handle my transactions before I die, then if thats ok. It that too much to ask??

To everyone, who reads these and gives the old thumbs up, and a comment... most appreciated. Like I’ve said, this a great stressor for me.... 

And the same to those who have commented on my youtube channel. Very kind. And wish me luck on the future there. 

There will be a mishmash just like here of topics. Although Excelsior Henderson stuff will be an important part.

L8TR

[jamestaylorswift]

NEED you to elaborate on the Thing please

Yes! The Thing!! If you have thoughts about The Thing, anon, I’d love to hear them.

I can’t for the life of me figure out what to properly call The Thing other than like…at times a cross between and at times just a drone and an ostinato and just background voicings? And mix in the functional opposite of pedaling? A more technical name, if it exists, is escaping me and a few google searches have not helped me figure out if such a term was ever in my brain. I will continue to call it The Thing until I figure it out.

The best way I can illustrate The Thing is *puts on my tiktoker voice* okay so you know the thing where a song is in (let’s say) the key of G and then there’s just this one synth that’s playing G constantly and oh look here it’s in another song too, just this one instrument playing the root, oh and in this song it’s doing a little boop boop boop but it’s still just a (let’s say) G major triad, oh and here we have it in THIS song too, you can hear the melody changing and the chords changing kind of around it but it’s jUst the ROOT rIGht There and it never stops and it never changes and oh my god watch out it’s even in this song because you see while these notes are being arpeggiated they’re just the notes of the first chord and the chord being arpeggiated doesn’t change even though there is a chord progression to different chords do you see what I’m saying??? guys I think this means something

Before I go on I should emphasize that Jack Antonoff is neither the only nor first artist to use The Thing or write songs that sound like This (“This,” of course, being the technical term for songs employing The Thing). I don’t think he or The Thing are “the problem” with (popular) music. It’s not like this is even a particularly new development in his music—I’d argue that it appeared at least 4-5 years ago if not earlier. And it’s hard for me to tell the extent to which The Thing is contributing to the rise in Jack Antonoff haterism of the past half decade. The reason I bring it up is that being cognizant of The Thing is different than being floored by its absolute overuse/oversaturation/overreliance (take your pick and then soften it a little) on the Bleachers self titled album. The latter I was last month. The Thing is not bad, it just is. That’s all.

Honestly one of the reasons I was so surprised when hearing Bleachers is that it really cemented how important understanding the context of The Thing is for identifying The Thing itself. I almost think it’s more obvious that Jack is using The Thing when the part that’s playing it is not as front-and-center. If said part is front-and-center then it’s given extreme musical importance. However, the Thing is important as an additive feature, and it’s rarely the main idea. Textural complexity is often subtle and so is The Thing. Similarly, The Thing is useful rhythmically when it’s repetitive and harmonically when it’s static. It’s the marriage of these three features that identify The Thing and that give The Thing value.

Here is an “annotated bibliography,” if you will, of examples of recent Jack Antonoff songs that employ The Thing. Note that this is a biased sample from songs I know/like/listen to enough to have them paged into my memory for constructing this argument. I did not do a comprehensive deep dive of Jack’s recent projects to come up with this list. Don’t take this as a timeline of The Thing’s existence. Also, this is highly subjective and there can be overlap between these categories. IMO they all kind of count as The Thing but I’m breaking it up for the purpose of illustration. You know how it is...

The “obvious use of The Thing” category:

“I Am Right On Time” (Bleachers) - good example of many The Thing and The Thing-adjacent parts! The gist of the song is a medium-high tempo song that steadily builds up. Part of the way Jack achieves this is by having a single electric guitar strum the same chord on 2 and 4 to create a backbeat. There’s also the ostinato (staccato synth rhythm on beats 2, 3, and 4) and single note (also just a single synth) that you can hear in the first and second verses and then continuing as the song builds to the end. All are very clearly establishing the key of the song and remaining at that center while the melody and chords change.

“Self Respect” (Bleachers) - in this category because of the large number of The Thing things. At very least, I’m counting the arpeggiated chord and the syncopated piano rhythm as appearances of The Thing. This song has the same ethos of “I Am Right On Time,” excitement built as the song becomes more musically busy. The Thing helps in that endeavor by contributing thickness, again mostly texturally and rhythmically, to the song.

“Me Before You” (Bleachers) - most notable instance of The Thing/its beginning in this song is that syncopated synth rhythm that starts at the beginning of the first verse and plays throughout the rest of the majority of the song. I put this song in this category, as opposed to the third, because I think this is a good example of the most basic/simple form of The Thing. At its core, The Thing is just playing around with how much of the root can be folded in to a song without crossing the threshold of making it sound “boring” or static or like something you’ve heard before. This part is just playing the same rhythm on one note. Because there’s not as much dynamic excitement/variation in this song, The Thing does less legwork than in other songs. But you can see how this could be the logical beginning for overreliance on The Thing.

“Isimo” (Bleachers) - Same explanation as above. The hemiola rhythm is just played over and over on the root. To me this part seems to be working pretty equally for rhythm, harmony, and texture.

The “eh, you could argue either way” category:

“Alma Mater” (Bleachers) - In the last minute or so there’s a lilting sax part that’s mostly there for textural/rhythmic purposes. Nonetheless, I think it’s a little ditty in the spirit of The Thing.

“Tiny Moves” (Bleachers) - This one is tricky and, in my opinion, easier to argue against. The main synth part (quarter notes of the 2-3 notes clustered around the root) is particularly salient as not clearly The Thing but clearly Thing-adjacent. The part is rhythmic, of course, but also plays a fairly important harmonic part in establishing the key center and keeping it relevant at all times. It has enough slight variation to make the song fun in a quirky way.

“The 1975” (The 1975) - Included because it’s very similar in spirit to “Tiny Moves.” Again, the quasi-randomness in this song makes it interesting and effective. Whether you like it or not, it is, at the very least, Thing-adjacent.

“91” (Bleachers) - The Point of this song is that repeated cello ostinato. Of course it doesn’t move. That’s The Point. That’s…The Thing, if you will.

“Question…?” (Taylor Swift) - Syn-co. Pa-ted. Synth-sound. Same-notes. The-Thing. Or-not. It-could. Just-be. The-synth. That-comps. The-chords. Your-choice.

The “The Thing, but more so its ontological beginning” category:

“Free” (Florence + The Machine) - all I can say is: B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B (break for the bridge and Florence’s ethereal vocals) B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B

“Looking For Somebody (To Love)” (The 1975) - all I can say is: A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A (break for the bridge - at this point I should acknowledge that it’s not like this the whole time and, yes, the bass very much matters and there is a “stronger/more obvious” chord progression in this song than “Free”) A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A

“Anti-Hero” (Taylor Swift) - all I can say is: E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E (okay you get the picture, also in this song there is a bit more variation from seminal The Thing because other synth parts are loudly playing other notes in the chord progression)

“The Archer” (Taylor Swift) - good song! Don’t you love how much C there is? Don’t you?! But that’s what helps make it work so well, in case that wasn’t clear. Oh there’s some variation too. But… C *hold for 3 minutes*

“mirrorball” (Taylor Swift) - another good example of the beginning of The Thing. The reason this song feels so “hazy” is that one of the guitars is just constantly playing the root chord, and any dissonance these chords’ individual notes’ dissonance have with other chords’ notes starts to melt away as you just get more entrenched in the first mode. (That is, it’s literally just vibes.) You can draw a very clear through-line between this sound and the next 3 years of Jack’s work.

IMO the reason The Thing is is not a vocally disliked part Jack Antonoff’s production style or music is that it’s hard to get your generic-enjoyer-of-western-pop-music to truly dislike songs that are so very drenched in “the ionian mode” or “the key” or whatever you want sum it up as. (Myself included—I hate neither Jack’s music nor The Thing.) If you’re playing a pop song only in the key of G then the more G you add, usually the better. The more D you add, often the better. The more B you add, yeah, sometimes-to-often the better. We—our ears and brains—have been trained to love and crave a certain amount that sameness, that root-iness, “the 1” (iykyk 🤪). Artists can, should, do evolve—and Jack has...and still, I don’t see people naming The Thing as what they hate about his music. Until twitter randos’ criticism becomes just slightly more targeted/technical I’m inclined to believe it is truly just nebulous haterism instead of, for example, constructive feedback about his style. I digress.

(If you’re wondering, my hypothesis for The Thing’s rise in prevalence over the last few years is to attribute it to the coincidental rise of whisper-y girl bedroom pop plus a subconscious sonic backlash to the pop music that dominated the late 2010s, specifically 2017-2018. In fairness, I don’t listen to a lot of either of those things so I don’t have good evidence off the top of my head for this theory. But, like, I’m sure Ed Sheeran has used The Thing too. Just a hypothesis, ya know.)

Here’s a far more fascinating line of inquiry that I’m trying to explore (still not sure what my answer is though): Can The Thing’s relevance, of course related to its artistic usefulness/ubiquity but also specifically Jack’s prominence in pop music, potentially be understood through the lens of an aesthetic?

To argue that The Thing has aesthetic value would be to argue that its virtues of textural, rhythmic, and harmonic complexity are more highly prized than the music produced avoiding/excluding that. Do we truly value the sensory experiences of being bathed in a singular note, a singular chord? Do we like that more than when we feel pulled in a strong current of a harmonic cadence? It’s clear we like The Thing because we’re nowhere close to, for instance, rioting at its very appearance like crowds did when they heard the dissonance of Shostakovich’s “The Rite of Spring.” But how much do we really love The Thing? Do we value it only because it’s highly available—Jack Antonoff still being a preeminent purveyor of pop music—and because we perceive few ways to escape his sonic influence? How much do we account for the fact that he did not invent The Thing? If we truly do love The Thing, when did this came about, originally and recently? Why would we truly love The Thing?

A final digression: I do think the shift towards use of The Thing this should be a credit to Jack. Over the last half decade, Jack has shown more restraint from a textural and dynamic point of view and been able to exercise that restraint to create warmer and more complex soundscapes. That kind of restraint helps “the softs seem softer and the louds seem louder.” It’s given us fan favorite songs like “august.” Whether this shift towards textural complexity more fully proxying for dynamic complexity is truly at the expense of, for example, more interesting harmonic complexity—well, maybe. The Thing need not imply such a zero sum game, though perhaps the data is skewed in favor of that conclusion right now. However, credit for artistic growth does not mean that growth should stop. It’s important to try out new ideas. Would the audience truly being sick of The Thing be a catalyst for another shift in Jack’s style? Only time will tell.

I’m not trying to turn this post into a referendum on whether Jack Antonoff’s music is good. The reason I point out The Thing as part of the current period of Jack’s style/work is that it is quite different than what he initially gained prominence for. Whether this shift means "good" or "bad" resulting music is purely opinion (mine is in favor of "good"). But above all I think we should value when artists change because they find something new exciting and fruitful.

If you asked someone, gun to their head, to describe Jack Antonoff’s “sound,” I’m not sure they would mention The Thing. He got famous for stuff like big drums, 80s synths, huge chord progressions for epic songs. He loves the 1-4-6-4 so much, is what I’d say if I had this gun to my head. His earlier work is very “I am going to make it obvious which chords you’re hearing, and when I pair that with some epic drums it’s going to sound cool.” Now, the chord changes are more “implied” (termed loosely). The tradeoffs he’s explored is that the more The Thing he uses, the more significant the choice of the degree to which to fill out the chord progression; the more the literal volume of the lowest bass notes matter; the more selective, sometimes, he has to be with adding percussion. Encountering and grappling with these tradeoffs is not bad. Jack Antonoff has made different music because he’s explored these tradeoffs. I, for one, find it funny that people say in the last decade he hasn’t grown or changed at all as an artist.

[bluebellthesponge]

apropos of nothing my brain just remembered you talking about NSYNC being your parents' ages and suddenly putting together that you are actually a few years younger than Joey's oldest kid. This isn't that special, but I still remember when her existence was confirmed after months of being an Internet rumor and the fact that she's basically grown fucks me up.

lol obvs i'm sure in couple of years it will be a mindfuck for me as well to see kids born in the 2020s like artists from today in 2040 and refer to them in such a way as a distant memory...i am already flabbergasted seeing kids born in 2013 being 10 years old and not babies...also tiktokkers already making aesthetics and romanticizing things from 2014 is also sort of weird to see, but i am sure as time goes on i will probably start seeing more posts about past years that i fully more lived in/remember talked about in a way like it is something "distant" and that will be interesting to experience

for me i can look back at old nsync performances and see them basically around my age/only a couple years older do these performances it's still a different experience than watching people actually around my age today be performers you know? i know nsync aren't around my age anymore, i know what i am watching was filmed at a time i did not exist in, they're now all dads...(besides jc technically speaking which good for him), but like dad age basically. like i can so see joey be a friend of my mom's, my mom loves joey, but not in a cougar way, because i know joey back then was also popular with the moms but now being the 2020s, it's not like my mom is thinking this 20 something year old guy is cute, because i mean joey is from my mom's generation so she just likes a guy around her age lmao

it's interesting to hear how joey's first kid was just an internet rumor back then, while it is not impossible today to basically be hush hush about your pregnancy/kid today, it is definitely more interesting/rare to see somebody of influence not be quick to post a pregnancy announcement/birth post right away or never even post at all about their kids these days. i just feel like back then almost every celebrity was so detached from being so interactive??? with their audience, there wasn't individual users of them online, just some guys you would listen through a radio or see on tv lol. that's how i prefer it tbh. i actively do not follow any celebrities on social media. i prefer being detached to them on a personal level and only really enjoying their art and some lore that surrounds them. i just like them beep booping around on screen singing a song, not whatever they have to post on tiktok these days

maybe reversed to you it's a weird experience whenever i come across these old forgotten fansites that haven't been updated since 2001 still exist or come across fics that were written at a time i wasn't even conceived of is just so fascinating to me...fandom has really always been happening before i existed and will continue even after i die lol. obvs i wasn't there for nsync in its heyday in the early '00s, it's still a very interesting subject...once again i hope to one day make some video essays about nsync topics since there is a lot of things that could be talked about the band, the period, and the fandom itself and i just don't see much talk about it haha

one of my older sisters was born around the 2002 winter olympics, and nsync performed a concert for it and i am so mad she didn't drive her 10 day old ass to catch nsync all the way to utah!!! fakeeee (joking)

also i just listened to songbird and thank you! honestly chris get on it...NOW... now i am mad because it reminds me how much potential nsync could have had on covering songs, but they are cowards and don't really do that >:((( i watched nsync's rio show last night and when they did that very interesting medley cover of bee gees song,,,it just reminds me how much potential nsync just generally could have had with showcasing all their abilities back then but at last,,,hopefully with this reunion(???) we get more fun stuff out of them, but if not it's fine ig lol they don't owe a random 18 year old on the internet anything

[minehog]

if hermitcraft had cars for some reason

brought to you by a car nut

bdubs’ car is a POS. he loves it to death but it fucking sucks. he got it secondhand from some punk writing it off, ““fixed”“ it and now it barely beats walkin’. She’s got rust holes and leaks and the seats smell so strongly of weed he’d be taken in for dealing if hermitcraft had cops. He also doesn’t understand the limitations of his own car, he thinks it goes fast and every time the fuel gauge dings he tells her to calm down. Somehow he’s never crashed and Somehow (possibly through sheer cartoon force of will) it’s never failed him. I think he’d own a v8 commodore sedan or something similar, and he estimates his boot space with how many bodies can fit in there (a lot).

there’s nothing technically wrong with etho’s car it’s just really old. It was made in the awkward era where no one really knew how to make cars but they were trying their best. He bought it new, learnt how to care for vehicles and has kept it in good nick. Every time he goes out he has to crank the engine to prime it even though he’s rebuilt the damn thing to keep up with the latest technology. (it’s an Etho job, so who knows how that thing works.) he doesn’t remember what model it is and he took all the branding off it so he wasn’t advertising for free. it still has a cassette player.

doc has an R32 GTR that he spent ten years hunting for. It has a candied green apple paint with a custom insignia (the G.O.A.T. symbol) on the hood and he’s only had to get the shocks replaced on it. This is what he tells literally everyone that asks about his car because goddamn is that a nice piece of metal and he knows it. Despite this he drives like an old grandma and is overly cautious about fuel consumption. he mostly uses it for long trips and prefers walking. has a custom-made screw on muffler in the boot that he puts on in crowded areas and takes off on the open road. He also has a second car he’s building from scratch to be “more G.O.A.T.-like”, whatever that means. beef has a jeep :) and on the outside it looks like any normal car to ever exist. But this mfer can Go and boy howdy does he make it Go! Full new engine and only a 25% chance of catching fire next time he starts it! He likes it a lot because it makes going between hermitcraft and his other worlds comfortable and simple. he’s not very good at parking but he can drive offroad excellently after so much practice. and yes he knows the jokes. he has bumper stickers (custom made) all over it. he calls it the jeef. beef’s jeefs.

mumbo owns a car, maybe? honestly he isnt too sure these days. He knows he got one at some point and he thinks it looked like Grian’s one (he remembers buying it because it had funny flip-up headlights like Grian’s does.) it doesn’t really matter because he also owns a motorcycle (hayabusa) and he can just borrow someone else’s car if he needs to.

Grian stole mumbo’s car. he didn’t really mean to but it’s not like mumbo was using it and Grian likes it. It has cute little flippy headlights and everything! (its an MR2, painted blue and then badly repainted red after grian stole it. he keeps adding paint to try to make it look better but it just isnt working) Iskall has a hoverbike. no one is quite sure how they have a hoverbike but they’re all jealous. i dont have much more to say except im also jealous

zedaph has a DeLorean! he’s not sure if it’s A DeLorean or if it’s The DeLorean. it’s surprisingly difficult to tell if you’ve traveled back in time when you move worlds so quickly. he likes the beep boop noises it makes though.

tango has a 240SX hatch. he got it for the flippy headlights and then realised mumbo and possibly grian also had a car with flippy headlights. then he decided he was gonna own the headlights and now the car has 75% more flipflops, beepboops and doodads than before, and also drives fast enough to kill god. it has flame decals.

xisuma drives a vauxhall chevette and it’s so small he has to bend in half to fit in it. (this is literal. look it up. they are so fucking small.) everyone on the server makes fun of him for having such a small car but he likes it. also if he has trouble parking (because he can’t move to see over his shoulder) he can just pick it up and move it himself. he thinks it’s kindof like a puppy and he’d be very upset if he had to get a new vehicle (because he’d be favouring one over the other then)

evil x drives xisuma’s car but every time he does he puts a skull sticker on the windscreen. it fits them much better but they wish the seat covers weren’t floral print.

scar’s car? you all saw season eight

TFC has a WB ute, with sun visor. it’s a reliable car and it does its job. he’s not much of a car guy. most of it’s white but the hood is sunfaded blue and one of the doors is highlighter yellow (seriously, who painted a car that colour?) from incidents.

Impulse has a mustang. everyone pretends they don’t really care but he knows better. he put a muffler on it and abides “speeding laws”, thereby completely ruining the entire point of getting a mustang.

cub has a sandman ute. he likes it. he wouldn’t get another car. he’s one of the few hermits that actually waxes their car instead of wondering why it gets so dirty so often. he only really uses it to go surfing or offworld driving, and a lot of the other time it has a special spot safe in one of Scar’s swaggons. hes also one of few hermits that puts their car in a garage instead of wondering why it gets so dirty so often.

[toukatan]

You read every gojohime fic???? That's amazing!!! What are your favourites?

hello anonie! i guess i can say i’ve read at least a good 80% of all the fics, at least. probably. most likely because the fic tag at the start of the year was tiny and now the community’s grown so much there’s almost 600 of them. that’s insane to me. like hello?

i have a lotta fics that come to mind, that i should honestly make a master post on because i love them all. so here are a few many that came to mind immediately as i typed this up.

gojohime fic recommendations!

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limitations by ohmytheon 

“Parenthood chooses you," her mother used to tell her, but Utahime never understood that saying more than the moment she realized she was pregnant with Gojo Satoru's child. They were never meant to be something serious - never meant to be more than they were - and yet they both suddenly find themselves in a world that doesn't care about their desires - and that brings them closer in a way that no one else can understand. It won't be easy and it won't be kind to either of them, but it appears as if the universe has other plans for them

no one is what they were before by ohmytheon 

The world broke when Gojo Satoru turned on jujutsu society. It's not the hopeful place it was before, but Utahime has never been one to give up. Until she's placed in a dangerous position directly in his path, and she finds herself trapped in a web that doesn't seem intent on ever letting her go.

and touch me like you never by ohmytheon 

In public, Gojo is a special grade bastard, especially to Utahime, and has been all their lives. He knows exactly what insults to throw and what buttons to push to drive her up a wall. In private, however, he's got quite a few other things to tell and show her, which only makes things more confusing. It would be easier if she could avoid him entirely, but for some reason, he won't let her go entirely.

gravity by aerfei

This is Utahime, fierce and indomitable, and this is Satoru, who despite holding the world’s regard, still craves something that Utahime has had all her life. Coming together is sometimes an act of desperation, and sometimes a deliberate choice. Or: An Iori Utahime character study, through the lens of her relationship with Gojo Satoru, starting from the beginning and ending at the Goodwill Event arc. Manga spoilers and (at least 95%) canon-compliant through (at least) chapter 135.

count every single leaf in autumn by florieneofthesea

“I told my family we’re dating.” Utahime’s hand hovers over the door. “What?!” (or: Gojo tells his family that he's dating Utahime to get them off his back, so of course they invite her to the dreaded family dinner™)

favourite colour by otherthingsonhold

At 28, Satoru Gojo's responsibilities only start to multiply. With his clan looking to him to lead the family, and the balance of the universe in his hands, Gojo isn't thinking of much else. But when his mother brings something to his attention, the only thing Gojo can do is follow through. But how is Utahime Iori part of all of this?

gojo catoru by ashittywriter

Utahime is tasked to catsit a suspiciously large Persian dollface cat with pristine white hair, the most boop-able nose, and to top it off the cutest cerulean eyes. Too bad the cat also happens to be her idiotic colleague Gojo Satoru.

at the tail-end of spring by florieneofthesea

Utahime doesn't expect to remember her ex's number off by heart but it comes in handy when she's a little less than sober outside a club in a city she's not familiar with and her battery on three percent. She just wishes things turned out differently for them. (Or, post-break up exploration where outer forces refuse to let them have their happy ending.)

a second chance by onewordmore

In another world, it wasn't Geto who sneered down at humanity, regarding them to be worthless monkeys that deserved to die. In another world, it wasn't Geto who openly defied the Jujutsu Council and brought down terror and fear to all. In another world, it wasn't just Amanai Riko who died that day, amidst the cheers and delighted cries of the insane. And Utahime was going to learn, first hand, the consequences of her own death.

from you to me by onewordmore

A drabble series regarding Gojo and Utahime. From fluff to smut to angst to love. This is going to have it all.

oneshots

oceansize by aerfei

The marriage is arranged by their families, small clans both, with all their hopes and traditions laid gently upon the shoulders of their only heirs -- and yet, this distance is impassable.

under the cover of darkness by ohmytheon

It takes a little alcohol, early morning hours, and a game of truth or dare for Gojo and Utahime to admit some difficult truths to each other.

risk/reward by ohmytheon 

No punishment had ever been more effective in making Gojo do his actual job than receiving praise from his secretary - or more grueling than when Utahime withheld it.

like a good roommate by ohmytheon

Utahime has a problem: her bed wasn't delivered to the new apartment. Her ridiculous roommate, Gojo, has a solution - but he's kind of panicking on the inside.

aware of us by halspur 

“We did alright, didn’t we?” Gojo put his phone down after taking several dozen photos of Tsumiki walking across the stage, his eyes soft. “I mean, we were just kids, too.”

love song by halspur

“Because you’re weak.” Gojo said, muffled into the thin skin of her throat. “I can’t leave you alone.”

tear you apart by halspur

“I don’t want to be mean to you,” Utahime’s cheek was pressed into his spine, her voice muffled. “I like you.”

cuddles are for clean boyfriends by just_trying_my_best_everyday

Utahime finds Gojo Satoru sitting right behind the door, blindfold hanging on his neck, completely soaked in blood and petting her cat with both hands. And he stinks.

honey by florieneofthesea

Gojo Satoru experiences love a decade before he fully realises it.

roots by florieneofthesea 

At the start of winter, Utahime starts to cough up blood. She thinks maybe its just the lingering damage from her last mission, but the coughing persists and it starts to scratch her throat, and itch at her lungs and when she finally makes the trip to Tokyo to ask Shoko for her help, she doesn't even get the first word out. Shoko welcomes her at the entrance to Tokyo Metropolitan Technical School and Utahime hacks up a single, pale blue petal, smattered with blood. She stares down at the flora on the ground and wonders if she's been cursed. Utahime looks up, and Shoko's eyes are wide.

to have and to hold by ashittywriter

“M��sorry," Gojo said his voice slurring at the end. "But please go away, I have a girlfriend." Utahime blinked in confusion. What the fuck? 

souvenir by PrettyKittyLuvsU

“Aha!” Gojo tugged something out of his pocket, his long fingers curled around it as he held his hand behind his back. His other hand waved before him, a cheeky grin splitting his lips. “Ora, ora! Hold out your hand.” Utahime stared flatly. “Ora, ora!” Gojo persisted, continuing to wave his hand as he grinned. “Hold out your hand already!” Utahime scowled at the hand swaying infront of her face. She had half a mind to slap the man instead, but her students were closely watching. Even Gojo’s students, the second years mainly—for Sukuna’s vessel was apologizing profusely as the brown haired girl continued kicking him while the quiet one made no effort to stop her— looked in fascination at whatever ridiculous souvenir Gojo wanted to hand her. Utahime slowly lifted her arm, already planning on throwing the thing back in Gojo’s annoying face. Gojo gets Utahime a very special kind of souvenir. Set during the start of the Goodwill arc.

dayum this exposes me huh? i do be reading a lot but what can i say i love to see it. all these fics are amazing, to the writers y’all are doing fantastically like my goodness you be really putting ya girl in a loop with some of these fics with your plot-lines and doing it flawlessly. can’t thank them enough for them, their hard work and time!

be sure to show the writers some love and support with comments, bookmarks and fight that dayum kudos button when it smiles at you because lemme leave more—

i think they’d really really appreciate it when they hear the bing and be sure to check out all of their stories including the ones in the pairing tag! happy readings 😙✨

[boiling-potato]

Multiple servings of oc facts for my dear friend BP! >:]] hehe bon appétit!

Joarl:

Has a horrible memory. He forgets things really easily so he has little notes on him that remind him of the simplest of things. Example: On his tail, he tied a paper that labeled "cat" tightly around his tail. Even though he's not exactly a cat, he thinks he's one! (But he never remembers it anyways. And doesn't really question what he is.)

The world he's in is like a dream. Nothing makes sense there. They have no concept of time there, trees somehow talks and the ground may even trick you into thinking its swallowing you whole.

To Joarl, everything is normal in there! It's his home and he feels comfortable in it!

If you stare too long into his eyes, you may just be put into a trance with how his eyes are a constant spiral that moves inwards.

His nose makes funny little noises hehe,, If you boop it, it'll have a squeaky sound. And he also can have control over what sounds it wishes to emit!

Joarl is a stubborn person,,,he isn't easily swayed by other's opinions and once he puts his mind into something, he will accomplish it no matter what.

He's extremely cheerful all the time, always smiling and humming a tune that's all too familiar to him yet whenever he's asked on what the tune is, he replies; "hmm?? What tune?" He forgets immediately and doesn't truly understand :,))

His Lore:

The world Joarl is in isn't real. Of course it isn't, but that isn't the point-

Joarl is actually a normal boy, with normal eyes and everything. But he doesn't know that. He's actually in a coma of some sort.

He doesn't know that his fathers are still waiting for his in real life.

He believes that he's truly a "cat" like creature and this is the life he lives.

Actually, all time is "paused" in the real world for him. Basically, it's almost as if he doesn't exist anymore there, the memory of him is slowly fading away the more time he spend in his dream like state. And sooner or later, he'll just be stuck in that dream world, never to be known again in the real world.

Zalgo:

His parents has high expectations for him, like extremely high- but he doesn't talk much about them. Be refuses to acknowledge their existence and would much rather be content with just living his own life. So if someone brings up his family issues, he'd get much more quieter than usual and may even be snappy towards said person.

He enjoys spending time with Lesley. She the only person that actually doesn't bother with his past and she's fun to be around. He protects her with his life if anyone picks on her as well. I mean, he technically has the actual power to rid of them anyways--

Takes really good care of his hair. Uses those really expensive shampoo and stuff so it stays clean and fluffy.

He's the king of their realm and mostly is feared by all,,, almost everyone.. because he has an "enemy" called Lucifer that basically annoys him everyday. He finds him irritating and tries everything everyday to avoid him.

Fun facts;

I actually created their world to be comedy-- So nothing is too violent, angst and stuff. It's just about their everyday life hehe

Only some parts are more serious eg; Zalgo's past, Lesley's past etc etc,,,

Celtic:

He's not what other people think of him as; Cold, intimidating, heartless. He's actually the opposite. Sure He's quiet and monotonous but in reality, he's just a really oblivious guy. He's introverted so he doesn't speak much as well, thus keeping to himself.

Because of how oblivious he is, he sometimes makes offensive remarks on his teammates-- then he gets confused when they are upset with him-

He puts alot of pressure on himself. (Although not as much as Zion) but still it's alot. He takes it upon himself to be the leader and the keep the team safe.

He always talks about a dragon. Some sort of dragon he once saw, however, everytime he describes the dragon, he makes it seem as if everyone had wronged the dragon like they had wronged him.

He hates showing vulnerability.

His Lore:

He lost someone close to him. It was a girl, someone who he swore he would protect. Before he met the group

He was actually the lone wolf at first. He refused to have anyone with him, too afraid of losing anyone else. Then he met Vince, he was too pitiful that he decided to stick with him and protect him.

The girl that he lost was due to a battle. He saw her get shot with an arrow through her chest, and before he could force a healing potion down her throat she had stopped him and just smiled at him.

Everyone has 3 hearts. If you lose your last one, your dead, gone from the world and put into an endless slumber.

The girl knew she wouldn't win the battle, so she decided to give her last heart to Celtic, telling him to live on for her.

So now, Celtic has 3 normal red hearts and a shiny purple heart. Because the girl was known to like purple!!

He and the girl has no attraction to each other, it was purely friendship and a very strong trust with each other :,)

,,,I hope this isn't too much <,3!

I think I like Celtic (⁠ーwー⁠゛⁠)

Heheh!! Anyway!! This are all so interesting!! Joarl kinda reminds me of Trickster!! But his world is her point of view! She's cuckoo, as you can tell so I guess when she enters Joarl's world it would be also normal to her!! Kinda want to draw her with him now! (⁠✿⁠^w^⁠)

Ack!!! Joarl's lore is so freaking interesting!!!! Maybe because It reminds me of the milkshake mansion!! I'll post about it on why how that is! But anyway thank you so much for this amazing meal Ace!! Goodness it's soooo many but!! I ain't complaining!!! I enjoyed reading every single one of it!!!

And Jesus Celtic also has a friend!??! When is she going to be introduced?? I know she's dead but I'm just sooo curious!!! Heh I just kinda want to see what she looks like... Goodness poor him... ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

And lastly Zalgo.... Not much can be said other than having this ungodly urge to mess up his hair!! XDDD

Please feel free to send more!!! (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)✨✨✨

[obeymeluv]

QUICK! KISS ME! [Bros x Reader]

A lead-up blurb before I go to bed.

School is killing me. This has been in the drafts far longer than I wanted.

No offense if your name is Bethany. It’s a name I picked at random.

The follow-up piece will have the kiss scenarios.

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Some of Asmo’s friends may have used you to get into a special makeup event, but it’s okay! They bought you a lip gloss as a thank you! The shade ‘Sealed with a Kiss’ was not what you thought it’d be

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Being one of the first humans in the Devildom could be uncomfortable and sometimes down-right dangerous! It also had its perks. To you, that meant being close with the Seven Lords of Hell (and Diavolo). To other lesser demons and classmates, you were kind of a ‘get out of jail’ free card.

Were they late to class? Oh, just helping the human out!

Caught sneaking in food or drink when they weren’t supposed to? It’s to split with the human, of course! They thought you’d love to try it!

Everyone was keen not to overuse it and you’d actually made good friends this way. It was starting to feel less like an excuse and more of a way to be included. You were the friendly, reliable human that had won hearts and saved some asses. As a thank you, one of your closer friends (a repeat offender for lateness), invited you out to an exclusive makeup release. She was a VIP member and had early access an hour before the store opened to the Devildom public. 

The fact that she chose you, a human, over some LITERAL century-old friends caused a bit of tension but she could care less. “I’ve seen them every day for over a hundred years. You get one year, and we’re going to make it awesome!” Bethany breezed through the store at a dizzying pace, picking through concealers and opening a box of mascara to look at the packaging. She moved at a pace only demons could manage; you thought you saw her by the nail polish display but when you looked again she was throwing sheet masks in her basket. Hooking her arm with yours, she picked up some foundation on the way back to the coveted display of lip glosses and lipsticks.

You weren’t totally versed in the differences between Devildom makeup and human world makeup. In all honesty, there didn’t seem to be a difference. Bethany swatched powdery cream lipsticks on her wrist and followed with ribbons of liquid lipstick. Every now and then she dotted them on your arm; she was adamant about finding a shade the both of you could wear as your thing.  

“This one,” she decided, waving the tube at you and booping your nose with it carefully. “This is our color!” she took you by the hand and joined the checkout line. She had two in her hand but refused to let you so much as hold one, wanting to pay for it first. It wasn’t technically breaking the purchase limit rule; if they tried to nag her she’d just say she was holding onto it so another demon didn’t bully you out of it. You didn’t know if it was her VIP status or the fact that her defense made sense, but you were able to check out without a problem.

A few sour faces and mean glares met you outside but Bethany ignored it all, eager to have a Devilgram-worthy celebratory snack break (snack victory? You know, since you got the makeup?) The plan was to eat, hold down a table at the nearby cafe while her other friends shopped, and have group makeovers (or try-ons) before calling it a day. That plan was interrupted three bites into a croissant sandwich when Lucifer summoned you back to the House of Lamentation. He’d gotten wind of all the girls you’d be with and didn’t feel totally comfortable letting you hang out with them,

Had Barbatos seen something? Did Lucifer feel spurned that you weren’t hanging out with the Seven Lords of the Devildom? He gave no answer, simply asking you to stay put while someone came to escort you back to the house. Bethany was put off by the turn of events but few people dared to complain about the Seven Lords due to their connections with Diavolo (she was no exception). “If we can’t get the full makeover, we’re getting the selfie!” she declared, deftly breaking the seal to her Sealed with a Kiss gloss and swiping it on with help from the front-facing camera on her D.D.D

You busied yourself with opening your tube. Before you could ask for her phone (since the camera was already open), she took the tube from you and tilted your chin up. She dabbed the center of your lips playfully before carefully tracing your lips with the color. The heat rose in your cheeks and she smirked. Being part succubus, she could draw energy from emotions like embarrassment and the feeling of being flattered. Her fingertips pulsed under your chin as she drew on that energy. 

Getting energy sucked could feel like a lot of things -- being light-headed, getting a rush of excitement, all prickly and tingly like your whole body was pins and needles. Whatever it was, it usually faded into drowsiness and kittenish contentment. She probably only touched your chin for seconds but the wash of coziness had you melting against your chair, your cheek cradled in her palm. 

Did she take the pic? What was happening? It felt like Asmodeus had materialized out of thin air, helping you stand and making small-talk with Bethany before pulling you away, out of her aura that was trying to suckle the vestiges of happy energy you offered.

“And what shade did you get on those pretty lips, hm?” the cotton fell out of your head and ears, allowing you to really hear Asmo now that the aura effects had worn off.

“Uh,” you fished around in your bag and looked at the packaging. “Sealed with a Kiss.”

Asmodeus stopped so abruptly it’d almost yanked you back to him. The two of you were barely tangled at the pinkies and now he’d completely laced your hands together. He held your hands captive, drawing them up in surprise and basically dragging you into his torso. You were forced to look up into glittering pink eyes and if you didn’t know any better, they looked a little panicked.

“How long ago did you apply it?”

“I don’t know.” you blinked helplessly at him. That energy suck thing had a way of making your brain tune out and turn to pudding. That aside, who knows how long Asmo stood there and talked to Bethany while you were being siphoned?! “Bethany applied it, not me.”

Asmo clicked his tongue, huffed, resigned himself to only holding one hand. and started scrolling on his D.D.D to find that selfie Bethany posted. You were being dragged along like a child as Asmo’s shoes clicked towards the House of Lamentation. It amazed you how well he could navigate his D.D.D with his long, painted nails. 

Whatever he was looking for, he found it.

Asmodeus tucked his D.D.D into his pants pocket, scooped you up in a way that terrified and amazed you (two people being supported by one set of heels?), and flew to the House of Lamentation. He didn’t always use his wings, as he preferred to decorate them and maintain them with oils, but the fact that he was flying made you nervous.

What had he found? What was the deal?

“Asmo--” you started nervously, the flapping of his wings nearly drowning you out as he pushed himself. Flying against the wind didn’t help. Your hair was a mess and the wind was in your face; the Devildom was always a little chilly but now it was enough to make your face tingly.

“She gave you enchanted makeup. There is a reason humans don’t use enchanted makeup.” Asmo’s pretty brows furrowed as he cut a hard angle and glided over a portion of the square. The tell-tale thicket of trees that lined the winding path back to the House of Lamentation were on the edge of the horizon.

“What’s going to happen?” should you ask that? Did you really want to know?

“You’ll feel something in your lips--some people felt tingling, some people felt pulsing, it can be anything, I think--and then they’ll seal shut.”

“SHUT?!” you yelped. It was enough to make Asmo wince. The startle carried over to his wings; they shuddered and locked; the two of you dropped for a heartbeat or two before he corrected himself.

“If I can’t get some makeup remover on it first.” Asmo panted, tucking his wings in and preparing for a quick descent. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t thought to teleport first--the panic? Trying to one-up Bethany by walking home and being extra cute with hand-holding?--but a quick touch down could roll into a simple skip teleportation and everything should work out!

“But my lips are already tingly!”

“Ugh, Bethany! I can’t believe you! I mean, I can because it’s you, but really, Bethany?”

“Asmo, focus!” you’d already skipped several feet ahead, clearing the front yard in two teleports. The third put you in the foyer. “I don’t want my lips to seal shut!”

The House of Lamentation was huge but when the occupants had supernatural hearing, that exclamation turned heads. 

“What’s this about your lips sealing shut?” Lucifer appeared at the top of his stairs, his head already shaking.

“DID YOU MAKE A PACT WITH A WITCH?!” Mammon screamed down the hall, clearly not far behind.

Asmo scoffed, lowering his D.D.D with a pout. He was halfway up the main stairs, fingers working at lightning speed. “It’s the lip color!” he explained, stomping his foot. Noisy people were just so annoying! If everyone was talking he couldn’t explain! How rude! 

“All this over some makeup?” skeptical Satan peered over the banister, book and arm casually propped up on it.

“If two people apply the color and kiss, they’re locked in a makeout session until it dries down. When one person applies the lip color, they can use it like a cheat sheet to see who secretly wants to kiss them,” his words tapered out from authoritatively informed to quiet and shy. “It’s from their ‘Liquid Love’ collection.” he muttered into the stunned silence of the room.

You were trying to open your lips and ask why. The magic had already taken hold. Asmodeus could see you trying to move your lips and strain your chin. Luckily, demons could read minds. “It’s because Bethany is stupid.” Asmodeus rolled his eyes. “Ambitious, but stupid.”

“Please explain, Asmo.” even when using the dear nickname Lucifer couldn’t hide the demand. His demon aura was creeping up his body and slowly becoming jagged and suffocating.

“Bethany has had a HUGE crush on our little human here, and wanted to seal it with a kiss, so to speak.” Asmo’s cheeks got pinker and pinker as he explained. Mostly because he was mad he didn’t think about it. His heart did something funny at the thought of you kissing someone else. Lucifer also looked like he wanted to murder someone about now, and Asmo had to remind himself that he was being looked through, not looked at.   

“Just grab a napkin and wipe it off.” Mammon shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Asmodeus shook his head angrily. “It’s too late now. We need to find someone for them to kiss! Someone’s lips will break the seal on theirs...that’s kind of the point of the enchantment.”

“So they just pick someone to kiss?” Levi’s face was turning tomato red. Would it be him?! It would at least be one of them, right? What if your person wasn’t in the House of Lamentation and you NEVER SPOKE AGAIN?!

“Sort of.” Asmo patted your shoulders with his gentle, smooth hands. He started to rub them like he was trying to warm you up. Partly in encouragement and partly to get your attention because he could feel your brain spiraling down into panic. “They basically follow their mouth.”

“So that lip color is like a crush detector?” Satan abandoned his book at the top of the stairs and was now perusing articles on his D.D.D as he sauntered down the steps. It sounded like he’d found the one that sent Asmo flying to the House of Lamentation.

“Basically.” Asmo sighed. It was the stupidest way to confess to someone, he thought. Demon to demon, it was fine. Demon to human?! NO! The whole thing gave him a headache. The fact that Bethany thought she could just steal your little lips and be greedy with them was the biggest annoyance of it all.

“So,” Satan’s green eyes cut sharply from his phone to you. The corner of his lips curled up in a smart little smirk. He knew it was wrong to find your predicament so funny, but this was a very human thing to get mixed up in. “Who do your lips want? Who do you feel yourself being drawn to?”

[childofaura]

Ok you know what

I’m gonna make a specific post on the Chip’n’Dale because there’s ONE specific thing I wanna address about why it doesn’t work.

...

Okay two things. So let’s start on one of the big things: its comparison to Roger Rabbit (and how I’ve heard it’s supposed to be a successor? But I don’t know if they mean spiritually or if it’s confirmed).

You wanna know why Roger Rabbit works and Chip’n’Dale don’t? Because Roger is a (relatively) original character; he’s never appeared in any other animated works before he appeared in Who Framed Roger Rabbit. He was part of a single book, but that’s it. One book where Roger was technically dead for most of it. In the movie, he’s an entirely original character that can be completely reworked to fit the movie’s needs. He can be whatever Disney wants him to be, so if Disney wants him to be a cartoon aware of his cartoon sentience? That’s perfectly acceptable.

Chip’n’Dale are part of a TV series that had a very specific premise; rescue missions and adventures, with their friends. It makes absolutely no sense to yank them into a self-aware existence plot because there was never any type of acknowledgement that they were in a cartoon. And it’s using the Rescue Rangers premise, not just Chip and Dale in general. Like... why choose Chip and Dale? Why not choose somebody like Oswald Rabbit? Or maybe Mortimer as his early 2000′s reincarnation?

And not to mention that WFRR treated its characters with respect and... well, in-character. When Eddie encounters Betty Boop in the club, she’s selling cigars/cigarettes because it’s been harder for her to get work as toons have been moving to color. But she’s animated to look EXACTLY like she used to, with a similar sounding voice, and even a callback to her catchphrase. And it’s shown that she’s one of the few toons Eddie was friendly with because his brother liked Betty. Everyone is treated with respect to how they first appeared.

And now the second point... This movie tries so hard to push itself into the vein of “Haha, self aware jokes!”. But it fails because 1) Disney unironically KEEPS USING SHITTY ANIMATION, EVEN IN THIS MOVIE WHERE THE 2D CHARACTERS ARE ACTUALLY 3D MODELS WITH CELL SHADING. And 2) WE’RE SICK OF SELF-AWARE JOKES BECAUSE THEY’RE NOT BEING PROPERLY PULLED OFF.

You know why Enchanted works and Chip and Dale don’t? Because even though the princess tropes in Enchanted are supposed to be a joke, they legitimately make Robert’s life less cynical and more happy. Yes, Giselle learns more about the real world and learns to be a bit more mindful about true love and not just marrying the first prince you lay eyes on, but her natural princess personality just draws people to her and makes them happy; look at the musical number where she gets an entire park full of people to do a dance and song number. And at the end she gets her happy ending without becoming a bitter and cynical princess. Chip n’ Dale literally makes everyone cynical and washed up (and a pretty insanely tasteless joke with Peter Pan being the bad guy that seems to really deliberately mention Peter Pan’s actor who had a pretty short and tragic life).

This movie sucks ass.

[rainbowsans]

Hi I heard your Fellswap sans was selective mute and after I read one of your messages comics where he speaks I am asking you to do research before you do something like that again. People who are selectively mute do NOT choose when to speak. That’s not how it works. We flat out can’t force words out of our mouths. The “selective” part of the name doesn’t mean WE get to select. !!!

boop

i understand, but i do my research before i touch on the matter. when i started building sir, i had no idea what to call his ‘rare case’. the closest i got that’s a match was ‘selective mutism’ but its a type of selective mutism for him. if that makes sense.

when he was created, he had damaged vocal cords. his gaster taught him sign language as another way to communicate until his body is stable enough to start speech therapy since sir was born really weak, his magic levels were really low.

then, gaster disappeared. sir and rusty were on their own for a while until an accident occurred which was the incident as to why he has his scar. the trauma that day had sir completely shut down his words for years.

when he DOES speak, he only speaks around people or a space he feels safe/comfortable with, but that doesn’t mean he’s like 100% speaking perfectly; its limited, he has damaged vocal cords. it hurts when he talks for a certain time, or when he’s in a stressful situation he shuts down. because of this its a stressor for him to speak.

there was a short period when he could’ve talked, until the trauma completely shut him down with his words. its only when he’s around people he feels comfortable and safe (ex: the other sanses/papyrus) is when he talks....but he can’t really decide when he wants to. its not really an on off and on switch. that’s not how it works. i know. though in the underground, he only spoke when he was in his room. though it’s him talking to himself quietly.

Sir is a rare case where he can talk but it's extremely limited even with the people he feels the most comfortable with. It's a mix of having a physical speech disability and also having trauma play a part in his words being locked up. At that trauma, it would be considered selective mutism.

So outside of his comfort or safe zone, he signs to communicate because his speech is frozen. He has no ability to talk. In his comfort spots, he still can't fully speak. He is less likely to freeze if he's with people/in places that he's comfortable to but his speech is still heavily limited due to his damaged vocal cords. He still can't fully talk how he wants to, even when he can. He's shown to still sign, even when he's comfortable enough to speak. He's still tries to but it doesn't work all the time.

It's technically not select mutism but it can be considered that as a technicality. But if the technicality is that bad, we can use something different to call it. ^w^

also which comic are you referring to? if i may ask?

when i draw sir signing i either have to look at some references of how some phrases/sentences look so i can draw it to the best that i can but when i’m lazy i just have him say what he’s signing in quotation marks. and when he’s actually trying to speak it’s in a speech bubble.

but most of the comics i draw with him speaking is usually when he’s around the other sanses/papyrus, and other’s he feels safe/comfortable with. i’ve said that before. he doesn’t vocally talk to everyone when he wants to. he can’t control it and his speech is limited.

[surejess--arc]

TASK 001: MUTANT FUCKERY !

what is your ability?

fun lord with clown physiology

what is your character’s government-assigned classification level?

level four. she can essentially bend reality... and the past and the present, as long as it’s fun to any kind of third party. that said, at inspection, she does not look entirely human, but she’s far more passing than most level two.

what can you do?

use all silly powers, master cartoon physics ( fun lord is the highest form ), grow stronger through laughter, make people burst out into song, induce a party, attack with any weird forces, and fully control the plot ( amongst other things ). however, before this... ‘i’m you but stronger’ side of her mutation was unlocked, she simply had clown physiology -- that said, she is a master of all powers related to that.  she’s a class act with hilarity, and definitely the power she has the most control over (otherwise her audiences would literally fucking die). she’s also very good at controlling the simpler ones – card generation, balloon manipulation, prank intuition, performance art intuition. and, although she no longer has much use for it, malleable anatomy and pain suppression are both skills. her final few years in kappa (or barnum depending on hf timeline) did her one favor: introduce her to the miming variation, thus meaning she can mime any action and thought waves will will it to happen in real life (such as miming a gun and shooting – if she wants to, it can actually have the same effects as an actual bullet). she has her own pocket dimension to keep weaponry – both real and gag – within. she is more bound to the laws of cartoon physics than she is to the laws of nature, thus making her very existence more... comical (for example, you best bet that if she got slammed through a wall, it would leave the perfect silhouette as opposed to a gaping hole). they don’t all apply to her, but... so many do...

and a few other things that are just silly and goofy and creepy! in addition, although not due to her mutation, very acrobatic – being part of a traveling troupe can do that! she can also technically leave clown form™, but why would she ever give up the powers just to look like someone who doesn’t make bold fashion statements? ALSO, lest we forget her alien mind… love it for her…

what can’t you do?

since she’s only had the fun lord fully unlocked for a few years, she has not nearly mastered those abilities. she’s always had a touch of cartoon physics, but things like manipulating logic ? creating paradoxes ? controlling the plot ? yeah, she’s got no fucking clue. ( for fun lord reference -- just because it sounds so broad, but... i would not choose a power that is broad over fun, think about the looney toons and fleischer brother cartoons (betty boop, popeye, koko the clown) and how they can completely manipulate their reality. there’s also this one toon i was shown in my animation class last year... so sad i can’t remember it, but the characters made the author change the plot. so fun stuff like that ! ) she’s generally good at not just fucking building bombs, but every now and again… a balloon will almost go ka-plow! rip :-( she’s also got a pretty immense fear of using her miming, but that… you know, stems from mutant caterpillar trauma… how they chopped off her limbs for that one to see if it was reality warping or she really did need to action it 😔

what are your weaknesses?

well, she always looks like a clown with one pink iris, so jot that down. ( that said, very lucky in that the clownery aesthetic lends more towards e-girl than it does ronald mcdonald. ) in addition, mentally blending in with the people who surround her is not very easy. it takes a lot of work to pretend to see the world in its real hues as opposed to some brilliant vibrancy, a la ‘ldn’ by icon lily allen. there are also some people who are just boring who her super fun powers won’t work on 🙄 then there are also all the fun lord powers, but you know...

how did you first come to the realization that you were a mutant?

she was born looking a little bit different, but it was chalked up to a kid with some human genetic defect. after suspicions increased, driven by weird-ass magic clown shit, she was shipped off to go live with some carnies and be their local clown ! then she told a not-funny-at-all joke that accidentally made half the audience literally laugh themselves to death :\ so like... that was confirmation... as for fun lord, after extracting some of her dna to inject into kian to see what the hell happens, an upgraded mutation??? was unlocked. she was working beyond the realm of clownery, working beyond the realm of regular cartoon physics ( mastering them, instead ). there were times that she could swear... she was contacting her creator ! someone named may ! and, upon release, there were times that she would say any ‘i wish’-adjacent statement and... it might just happen. nothing grand scale, but she could say ‘i wish i had chosen rye instead of pita’ and history would rewrite itself.

if given the choice, would you remain a mutant? why or why not?

mhm ! can it be difficult ? for sure. has it presented a lot of obstacles and torture, whether the hf timeline keeps kappa or i move to an original affiliation ? yea :\ but the world must be a dull place...

what do you hope to see change in the future, with respect to the current strife over mutant acceptance? short-term? long-term?

some legit comeuppance. while she would never join the damned -- hierarchies and organizations just aren’t her thing! ( hf doesn’t count by reason of not being a group that relies on the standing of mutants... and by reason of being headed by january with her as the right-hand ) -- she does agree with the part of their cause that basically says: humans gotta take responsibility or get fucked! ( but so do mutants who helped :\ it’s so messie :\ )