#there is a reason the mule still exists

[theprissythumbelina]

How many horses could a single person on horseback 'manage' at the same time? Moving them from one place to another, that is.

(Sorry! Came to mind when I was reading something about medieval cavalry)

Depends on the method I would say. You could try to herd them from behind, which would be a lot of effort if they didn't have a lead horse to guide them or one that knew the path. Under ten? You could do a pack string, which I have seen one fellow with 20 or so mules following tied to a long rope behind him. I imagine that could go even larger, but the animals would have to be pretty accepting of the string. I guess you could also rely on the bond between you/your horse and the other horses. But I wouldn't expect more than 5 or 6 to follow well even if tightly bonded. Historically and in present day the pack string has been used.

[artbyblastweave]

Still playing Skyrim. And I’m interested to report that the game is actually better than I remember, on balance. But I’m kind of fascinated by what’s going on with Lydia, mechanically and narratively.

Lydia is the first follower who gets shoved in your face just by virtue of following the main quest. There are others you can pick up earlier, but not without finishing errands (for Faendal and Sven), by forking up a pretty big chunk of change for the early game by hiring Janessa, or by going out of your way in some other manner. If you’re completely new to the game and you’re just powering through the main story as it’s presented, she’s the first option for a follower that the game highlights for you in giant blinking neon lights. And as a quest reward, she’s mechanically kind of a godsend at that point in the story; a doubling of carry capacity, an excellent meat shield and distraction, a way to extract utility from weapons and armor you don’t want to use yourself. More subjectively she provides the impression of a stalwart ally or companion in what can be a very lonely worldspace to exist in. There’s very little reason not to take her with you, and once you have her, the majority of companions being equal, there’s very little reason to get rid of her until she stops level scaling.

Despite the mechanical utility Lydia provides at a crucial point, and the resultant likelyhood that you’ll haul her along for the ride, she’s only a couple steps up from the companion cube. She has no specific, non-fungible impact on the narrative beyond demonstrating Jarl Balgruuf’s favor. Her deferral to you is automatic; if someone is actively paying her a salary to help you defile graves, cut deals with every deity on the continent and invade the afterlife, it sure as hell isn’t you. It isn’t clear what her gig under Balgruuf was before she was assigned to you. She has no personal narrative. She has no personal side quest. One of her biggest inklings of personality is when she expresses vague dissatisfaction with being treated as a pack mule, but then she does it anyway.  She’s party to world-shaking events and political upheavals, but she’s present purely in her capacity as your appendix, so reality simply treats her as your plus-one. 

She’ll block doors you’re trying to get through, and she’ll get mad at you if you push her out of the way. She’ll charge into battle or set off traps while you’re trying to sneak. She’ll microaggress you with stock Nord dialogue while pulverizing your enemies, a plurality of whom are also Nords. She’ll distract bosses long enough to buy you breathing room for a healing spell or a potion. You’ll kill her by accident with an ill-timed area-of-effect spell, roll your eyes, and, ultimately, probably reload your save. Because she might only be a couple steps up from a companion cube, but the whole gag with the companion cube is how ridiculously low the threshold is for the audience to get genuinely attached to something in a video game. A thin character invites apophenia. Behaviors that are purely downstream of dev thoughtlessness will still imply character traits if taken at Watsonian Face Value. In this case, inexplicable undying loyalty, reserved comments on impressive landmarks, and comical stoicism in the face of some of the weirdest events it’s conceptually possible to encounter.  So here’s to weird, underbaked companions in Bethesda Games, and everything we can project onto the void they provide. And Here’s to that related genus of character- units in squad-based tactics or management-sim games with permadeath mechanics who last long enough and accumulate enough equipment, skill points, etc. that they become your Special Little Guy despite otherwise lacking any deliberate character traits.

[awellboiledicicle]

My bf playing Death Stranding is really showing me that I very much exist in the spheres on tumblr that like it a lot but never uttered a goddamn thing about story or world building.

Which makes sense, really.

Because it's all fucking loony tunes bonkers.

The main character has an autoimmune disease that makes him allergic to ghosts. This is considered a useful thing to his work, since it is walking through large spans of countryside full of ghosts that very much will kill you if you don't get a heads up and avoid them.

Theres a showering system in game that tracks how nasty Sam, the mc, is. Because the grosser he is, the more wastewater his showers make. Which a guy stores to make into grenades to use against ghosts bc the ghosts are allergic to it.

The baby in the tank on his chest has a like mechanical purpose but the gist is that it's a fetus that got to 28 weeks in a braindead pregnant woman, was removed and placed in the tank to trick it into thinking it's still unborn, and it does. Things. It never ages further. You have to rock it to sooth it if it gets upset. It has facebook. We know it has Facebook because it gives Sam likes on his photos and stunts.

He's paid in likes.

So yeah the baby is a coworker. I assume being fired for them is being allowed to age long enough to fill out unemployment paperwork in crayon.

Sam is covered in hand prints. These are what happen when ghosts touch him.

There is a faction called Mules. They are mail carriers turned raider faction, essentially, because they became so addicted to the rush of completing a delivery that they actively rob other couriers to just. Have a package to put somewhere.

The ghosts is internet bc the afterlife is basically a naturally occurring global network. For free.

Theres a guy named Die Hardman. He wears a skull mask. He works with the president.

This isn't even all the weird shit. This is just what my bf has passed along to me.

And no one fucking told me before this year that the reason the whales are all dead on the beaches was bc rain speed ages you and all the rain ends up in the ocean. I could have been theorizing about the fucked up super aged lobsters this whole time

[morsking]

oberon is such a liar and a stubborn mule of a bug he does not realize nor allows himself to realize the truth in front of him that though chaldea should've been his sworn enemy he is gazing up at their departure from the abyss much like caster gazed upon the star she did not wish to betray. at the very end he yells from the abyss he'll wish them the very best because if he's a liar and nothing he says has meaning then he might as well just say whatever at this point knowing it doesn't matter... except that it does.

at the very end he's honest with himself about one thing: he's at peace. all hatred, all malice, all reason to lie and resent and kill has vanished. what comes out of his mouth in this moment is the truth. the truth that though he did hate all of life he still yearned to find love, and he wanted those he loved to live. his actions were all unrighteous and repugnant. everything he did was to lead every other idiot who'd believe him and his promises that they could come out on top by stepping over everyone else to their well-deserved deaths witnessing everything they hoped for crumbling into the pit oberon himself was.

but also, everything he did, he did because someone was wronged. because someone innocent was trampled. because someone who should've been real was buried and forgotten under a mountain of lies. isn't that awful? isn't that unfair? everyone who could save them had already tossed them aside. so he had to step up. even if he never asked to be born, even if his first breaths tore at his entire body, even if he was sick to his stomach from the moment he opened his eyes, he was still going to do it. he was still going to put an end to the suffering of the land, he was going to fulfill the sacred and abominable purpose given to him. he accomplished this with flying colors. truly, no one could've done a better job at it than him. nobody could ever have put the amount of thought and effort into destroying britain he did.

"oberon" accomplished what "vortigern" was born to do. but "vortigern" did not accomplish what "oberon" chose to do. his subjects were all dead. his friendships were all forsaken. and above all, he could never offer any respite to titania. the closest "vortigern" could do as "oberon" was be there every step of the way for another reject, whether it was the despised foreigner artoria, or the solitary fujimaru. though they were meant to be his mortal enemies, he too did not wish to deny them the destinies they fought tooth and nail to hold on to even if they had to tie their own guts to them to stay fastened to them. even if he was to kill them at the very end, he could not help but admire their resilience, their hard work, and even the repugnant selfish selflessness they used to shield themselves from their overwhelming pain. he wanted them to succeed beyond what their success enabled for his plans. though titania did not exist as a fairy named titania born to love oberon either in the lostworld or in proper human history, she did exist in the bonds he forged with his people, with blanca, with artoria, and with fujimaru. perhaps he could not turn the lie of titania's existence into the truth by killing the scriptwriter and their audience. but the idea of titania was still proven true in the form of the love and admiration even he in all his wretchedness wished to express.

the void exists to be filled. and for a brief moment, it was caressed by the kindest of lights.

[dcdreamblog]

Ok top 5 hottest mystery men, and don't deny you have preference! We've seen your posts!!!

This is entrapment. I'm calling my lawyer... ... ...Ground rules. I'm taking mystery men to mean men and women here, because I'm not making two lists. I'm also only putting in the running people as they existed during the Squadron's heyday. I'm not going to come out here and simp for a bunch of heroes who are still active and nominally in my dating bracket because that is WEIRD

Yes that means Sandy is not on this list, which is why you asked. My revenge is petty but final. 5. Sandra Knight AKA The Phantom Lady.

(A popular war bond pinup of Knight)

YES ITS CLICHE BUT WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME? Sandra Knight is a woman who is known for 2 things. Being stubborn as a mule and for wearing the kind of costume that caused spontaneous nosebleeds in a mile radius around her. She's confidently flirtatious, fiery in her conviction and if she was wearing any less she'd be on a list. You look at her legs in this picture and I dare you. I DARE YOU to judge me. Sometimes the obvious answer is obvious for a reason.

4. Al Pratt AKA The Atom.

(A photograph of Pratt taken during a JSA address in Washington DC)

He is 5'1" and every single millimeter of it is home grown BEEF. He is the Charles Atlas story made manifest. Kind, polite and well meaning but with the heart of lion. He's the kind of guy who would bring you out to the lake and ask you to go steady after knocking your bully flat on his ass with one punch. If you like the Archie type of carrying your books for you and laying his jacket in a mud puddle chivalry AND you want the kind of man who looks like he could bend a motorcycle in half with his thighs. He is the WHOLE package.

3. Susan Barr nee Kent AKA Bulletgirl

(An image of Kent from the cover a war bond comic) This is probably my most "hear me out" answer if only because she's much less well known unless you happen to be from Fawcett City. Is it the legs (pardon me "gams") that go all the way up? Yes.

Is it the classy, wavy chocolate brown hair that seems to shimmer like running water? Yes.

Is it the kind of classic silver screen movie star pretty that leaves your heart thumping visibly out of your chest like Bugs Bunny? Yes.

I've had a crush on Bulletgirl since I was a child, my first deep dive into any Golden Ager was a report I wrote in middle school about her just so I could devour every ounce of information that was publically available at this time. This one is an innocent school boy puppy crush which makes me feel better about putting a woman who was publically married during the war on this list. But only barely.

2. Greg Saunders AKA Vigilante

(A photograph of Saunders taken during a 7 Soldiers parade, 1945)

Hand me a puffy pink fan, paint a beauty mark on my left cheek and hold me up because I am now a fainting southern belle being swept off her feet by the handsome stranger and his mysterious ways.

He's got a motorcycle, he's good with kids, he has his own rope. And lest we not forget he's also an internationally famous, genre redefining country western singer. I know its before the time of most of you but have you HEARD this man? That accent, that harmony, every single thing about his voice feels like melting into a crackling south western bonfire

Oh lordy I am coming down with a case of the vapors.

Jonathan Chambers AKA Johnny Quick

(A rendering of Chambers from the poster of "The Squadron" motion picture, 1970) ...listen. LISTEN. ...I have this thing about bitchy men. Not mean men, not abusive men. No, just bitchy men. A man who will make a snide comment in my ear, or giggle with me in the back of some blowhard's speech, or come up with a little pet name he trots out a little too casually in front of my colleagues and then sweeps me off of my feet and treats me to rose petals and candles. I want a man who will make me steam like a clam bake and then right when I'm about to break a chair over his head he gets down on one knee and breaks out an absurd bouquet of roses. I want a man who I want to strangle and then who I want to marry inside the space of an hour. I have a THING. About bitchy men

[wintrsss]

『Having a Crush on a Porter』

Fandom: Death Stranding

Characters: Sam, Higgs.

Genre: Fluff, Headcanon.

Warnings: Slight spoilers to Higgs' backstory, but nothing major; mention of stalking. Reader is gender neutral!

A/N: 'DDS' is delivery dependence syndrome for those who don't know/ forgot! It's mentioned in Sam's part.

Requests open!

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Sam Porter Bridges

Sam isn't one to want to interact other porters, he's just there to get the job done, nothing more

You two just coincidentally met at the same location when completing your orders

And then it happened again. And again... and again. That was when you just had to get to know eachother, you of course starting the conversations, which then lead you two to become friends after a good while

Sam is always looking out for you, telling you to take breaks when you need and telling you to watch out for the MULEs during your deliveries, wouldn't want you to get DDS or getting your things stolen

If he finds an area that was hard to traverse or has a lot of timefall, he'll put up upcoming warning signs or, if he's got the time, build timefall shelters with you in mind

In his opinion, he doesn't think you should be a porter, but that's just his worried self talking

'This job is too dangerous, you shouldn't waste your life on something like this', is something that runs through his mind when he thinks about you, but he knows you're fully capable of handling yourself out there, as much as he hates to admit it

Would he confess to you? Most likely not, unfortunately

Sam is more of a lone wolf type of guy with all he's been through, so not only does he prefer to keep it that way for those reasons, but he doesn't want to ruin the already existing relationship between you two

Sam fears losing you, both to death and if you were to end your friendship

So if keeping the good friendship he has with you comes at the cost of the two of you not developing into something more, then so be it

Let's just hope it's you who confesses for him

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Higgs Monaghan

Unknowing enemies to lovers lol

In all honesty, he only took interest when he saw you frequently talk to Sam while delivering

And he knows Sam of all people wouldn't have a friend, I mean come on! Why would anyone want to talk to him?

So what was with you? He couldn't get it off of his mind, and he didn't want to admit he was jealous that Sam got the attention of someone who genuinely liked being around him and he didn't

And so he made it his duty to take your attention off of Sam and onto him instead, as he can't stand Sam of all people having something he doesn't

It doesn't take long for him to thinking of you romantically, with all the stalking he's done on you

You're his new pizza delivery person from now on, get ready to have your email spammed by a certain 'Peter Englert'

Look, he already likes to mess with Sam on his deliveries, do you really think you'll be any different?

Though, it won't be done by the same hate he has for Sam, rather, he does it out of his own enjoyment of watching you struggle with deliveries

He'll even go as far as to mess with you while you're delivering his orders, but not too much since he still cares about his pizza

But if you manage to deliver his things on time and in good condition, he'll be sure 'Peter' gives you many compliments on your delivery, ever so grateful for your effort

So basically, during your time as a porter, you'll be shown both his "good" and "bad" sides without even knowing they're the same person

If he ever decided on trying to confess to you, he wouldn't say it outright, deeming it a bit too "cliché" for his tastes. Instead, he would write for you in one of his emails (or in all of them until you finally realize lol) a secret message for you to decipher on your own

Which is just him spelling out something like 'I like you' or 'ur hot' with the first letters of his sentences. Nothing too complex, but also enough to let that nerdy side of him out

[brightsstar]

In a way, i have come to realize that something did still need to be sacrificed for Solar's return, and Eclipse sacrificed himself by sacrificing his dimensional signiture so Solar can continue to exist there. And it is true that the potential outcome for the both of them having the same signiture in the same dimension could end potentially very badly for the both of them. (Look at what happens to Fredbear in fnaf world if you interact with him while Fredbear is your party leader-)

I mean, personally, i had a feeling that dimensional code had something to do with it, but i was thinking more like maybe rewriting it and using the star power to anchor Solar to their dimension instead. Not sacrificing. (Though part of me really hates that it also lines up with what i planned to do in that comic with Eclipse and Solar that i didn't finish. It was gonna end in a similar outcome, but then i got so conflicted over the ending i wanted for it that i had to stop.)

I refuse to believe Eclipse only did it to prove himself superior to Moon. That may be a part of it, but everything he had done leading up to this proves that he cares. And he probably at least did it for Earth. Like, he actually did try to get Moon help before he completely fell off the deep end. That despite everything, he remained set on it (in a much calmer manner too) and even kept exactly what he was told to himself until he was absolutely sure it would work, only hinting that he may have an idea that might work up until that point. Even pushing through what Dark Sun had done to him to try getting as far as possible before he either shut down or until he couldn't move at all anymore. He risked everything just to get the information he has. Considering Dark Sun kept him just on the verge of not dying the whole time he was there. Hell, he even asked for help. Unlike Moon..

He also told Moon at least twice that he had a way to bring Solar back without needing to sacrifice a life the way Moon was trying, and Moon just told him to get on with it, not bothering to ask what that method even was. He didn't care to listen. And, in Eclipse's own words: "Moon's a stubborn mule, Once he has his mind set on something, he will not get off of it! And if I even told him about this whole idea, you know what he would have done? He would've told me to fuck off."

And again, he mentioned he had a different idea to Moon at least twice. No details, but Moon did not care. He was too set on getting him back by sacrifice instead of giving Eclipse the time he needed. Though, honestly, yes that worked in Eclipse's favor when he didn't since Dark Sun is no longer slowing him down.

One thing is for certain, Dark Sun is planning something and it is not good. And our Sun is catching on. He's still a damn hypocrite though.. for someone who kept saying he just wanted to be left alone, he is meddling a lot in their lives for no discernible reason. He could have left them to their lives and kept to himself, but he is clearly taking advantage of Solar's death and the mental state it put New Moon in (also due to his meddling...). Now that he has New Moon, i don't know what he plans to do with him. I presume that New Moon and Dark Sun will be the new villains. I also think that Dark Sun is gonna betray New Moon in some way. They may do the takeover this year, and both previous takeover arcs had betrayal in them. So i will not be surprised.

I think that this descent into insanity arc is over now, and transitioning into the next one since Solar and Old Moon are coming back soon, and Dark Sun and New Moon are up to god knows what. Time to see where things go from here.

[noosayog]

[IT'S ALWAYS BEEN YOU] - ft. knight! iwaizumi hajime

warnings/content: princess! reader x knight/personal guard! iwa. fluff mostly, minimal angst in this chapter. unlike my other series, this will consist of longer parts, but less total parts. she's finally here and I'm excited to share! let me know what y'all think and thoughts on perhaps a taglist?

wc: 1.1k

part 1. directory here.

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In the kingdom of Aoba Johsai, you live a relatively peaceful life with your brother, the crown prince, and his closest brigade of knights who all attended the Academy together. With Toru being the heir to the crown, your parents have always been lax in their supervision of you. That gave you free reign to spend your days lazing off with your brother’s goofy friends, Sir Matsukawa and Sir Hanamaki. Any time spent with them inevitably leads to trouble and while your parents are lenient, they are equally quick to remind you to exercise the prudence a princess would. To keep the mischief in your daily activities in check, they assigned their most trusted knight and Toru’s best friend, Sir Iwaizumi Hajime as your personal knight.

Hajime’s job almost entirely consisted of tagging along on your excursions with Mattsun and Makki to ensure that you were kept out of trouble, at least reasonably so. You parents seem to think he does a good job because this has been his job since your debut more than a decade ago. 

When you were little, you minded Hajime’s presence a lot. You only knew the same couple of phrases that would come out of his mouth. “Princess, you cannot,” “Princess, exercise prudence,” or even more often, a simple “no.” He was a terrible nag and forced you to eat your vegetables. 

It was a couple of months into his new role as your glorified babysitter, when you were just 12 years of age, that you had found yourself dangling off the ledge of your balcony with only your 10 stubby, underdeveloped fingers gripping the iron fencing keeping you from cracking your head open on the pavement below. Too embarrassed to call for help, you silently kept your grip on the fencing, desperately looking around for a decent exit path. Ironically, it had been this moment of danger that Hajime, who never leaves your side, was nowhere to be found. With a mule-headedness becoming of a 12 year old rebellious princess, you were actually grateful that your nagging, austere, and unsmiling guard was not here to scold you. 

But there was a limit to how long your little fingers could hold your weight so as they began to slip, your panic had set in. That was when Hajime had bursted out to the balcony above to find your entire body dangling from the ledge. 

Cursing, he had sprung into action, throwing his entire body off the balcony and plunging down to the ground below. You had yelped in surprise when the wind from his falling body swooshed past you, unable to twist your head enough to see if he had landed safely. 

But you had heard him. 

“Let go, princess.” 

You had shook your head frantically. 

You still remember the reassuring, gentle timbre of his low voice when he had reassured you he would be there. “I’ll catch you, princess. You have nothing to worry about.” 

With no other options, you had let go as he had commanded. Midair, you had braced for impact but when you landed gracefully into Hajime’s sturdy arms, eyes wide, Hajime’s existence inside your heart had morphed into something completely different than it was before. 

After allowing yourself a moment to catch your breath, you had scrambled to get out of his arms to brace yourself for the lecture that was sure to come. But Hajime had kept you in his arms, tightening his hold and walking you all the way back up to your room without a word. 

You remember him gently laying you in your bed and patiently leaning over you as your arms had refused to unwind around his neck, not even realizing when you had begun to cry into his shoulder. When you had finally calmed down, he gently pried your arms from the back of his neck and softly rubbed an icepack on your skinned palms and red fingers. As you fell asleep to his ministrations, you remember knowing that you wanted to marry this man. It was at the wee age of eleven that you had fallen in love with your personal knight. 

~•~ 

Now, at the respectable age of twenty-two and having completed your etiquette and political studies, you were still very much in love with Hajime. And while he has never explicitly expressed his feelings, you were quite sure that your feelings were reciprocated. Though he is the perfect picture of a dutiful knight within the walls of the castle, outside, he is kind, easy-going and relaxed. With the years, Hajime had begun to mellow, his once strict and short leash on you gradually melting away to keeping you just within his field of vision when outside the castle walls. When on your day trips with Mattsun and Makki, he would goodnaturedly tag along, being very subtle in the fact that he was obligated to follow you and instead being more deliberate in showing that he enjoyed spending time with you. 

His expressions would soften more easily, more often. He was unabashed about smiling, teasing, and even outright belly laughing outside of the confines of the castle. His tenderness when touching you, when you cut yourself along the bushes or bruised a knee from running in the underbrush of the forest, was bright and unapologetic. Even the jeers of Mattsun and Makki would not faze him. Outside the castle, he was not only your knight and guard, he was your friend and a-little-less-than-lover. 

With this, despite the occasional obligations to attend balls, greet foreign emissaries, and routine paperwork that comes with leading a kingdom, your days are spent in mundane bliss. With a very capable brother dutifully learning his role at the helm of the country and your parents very much occupied teaching him, you were allowed respite in frolicking with the knights when they were off-duty. Even Hajime would sporadically partake in pranking the old, greedy nobles when they visited the castle and dip in the rivers in the forest behind the estate. 

You have never questioned whether or not it was customary for someone of your royal bloodline and age to not be pushed for political marriage. Your parents had never even discussed the topic, not even for Toru as far as you are aware. Thus, while you were grateful, you took that for granted. 

That is why when your parents summon you, on the eve before your 23rd birthday ball, you waltz into the throne room, merry and bright from your day’s escapades with Hajime, blissfully ignorant of their intentions. You are caught by dreadful surprise of the announcement of your future engagement.

[tijuanabiblestudies]

i wouldn't say that i am completely without fear, but i've gotten better at telling survival instinct apart from anxiety and paranoia, and at not letting fear be mongered to me.

i was born in a city, and then my parents moved out to the country when i was still a wee bab. playing the country mouse never suited me. and then for college, i moved back to the city where i was born, and almost immediately felt like i had clicked into my niche.

when you're a fiercely independent non-driver such as myself, it's just easier to exist in cities. you're not beholden to anyone to give you rides; there's public transport and taxis and all sorts of places within walking distance.

last night, i took an uber to the gay bar, and after i'd finished my moscow mule, i decided to walk home. it was partially an unfamiliar walk, but i've gotten good at finding my way around here.

since 2020, this city has had a weird emptiness to it. when i walk the streets, i see varying amounts of cars, but i rarely pass other people just walking around. back then, i found it eerie, but i've grown to love it.

i truly love walking around cities at night. i learned that during freshman year of college, when i used to leave the dorm at night and take a bus downtown and get a slice of liquor store pizza and just walk around listening to Bright Eyes and watching the snow fall in the streetlights. i was depressed as shit, but the solitary nighttime walks made it feel like a poetic depression instead of a grey sludge.

so anyway, i walked home alone at night, and nothing bad happened. i didn't expect anything bad to happen, and i was right. non-city folk love to tell you how "you gotta watch out" in this or that city, but...i mean, sure, situational awareness is a good thing to have, but there's no reason to choose to be afraid. people are just people. i've never been mugged, but i know what to do if it happens. i fear the cars on the street more than i do my neighbors. i have various self-defense implements i can stick in my pockets before going out, but i've never felt the need.

this place is still too close to my childhood home for comfort, and i still want to move away, but i'm happy to have it as my home base for now. there's still lots of it to explore.

[gay-dorito-dust]

I need more Adam Warlock fluff in my life but I don’t have any ideas for anything specific…

Don’t worry, I got you 😉 (I’m sorry if this comes out shit.)

‘Adam, you can’t seriously still be upset?’

‘If that’s the word to use when describing this currently feeling I have in my chest, then yes, I am in fact upset.’ Adam said from his place in the corner of the room, his broad back facing towards you; why’d he choose to beset himself in the corner like a child in timeout was beyond your comprehension.

You sighed, Adam has been proving himself difficult recently but it’s not because of grander reasonings that may alter the relationship between you both, but because you happen to have eaten his last chocolate chip cookie he’d been saving for a very special occasion, but now he couldn’t because you ate it! You might as well have tore out his heart from his chest and eaten that too with how adamant the golden male was in showing you how he felt in regards of recent events.

‘I said I was sorry.’

Not a response was heard outside the indignant huff from his lips, followed by a overdramatic and slow motion of Adam crossing his arms over his chest. ‘No, no, don’t.’ You warned.

‘It’s too late.’ Adam replies as his arms began to cross over one another.

‘Come on Adam don’t.’ The male says nothing.

‘Adam, I’m serious, stop acting like an overgrown child.’ You made a face at the oddly accurate description. However With his arms firmly crossed over his chest -and probably pouting too- you knew Adam was beyond reasoning with, after all he was stubborn as a mule and as hardheaded as they come; so much so that it left you being the one to compromise by meeting him halfway.

‘I can bake you some.’ You saw his head perk up like that of an excitable dog hearing their favourite word, but once Adam noticed you looking at him, he quickly looked away and at the wall in front of him again, although taking secrete glances now and then, which didn’t fail to make you smile; Adam was such an adorable goof that it’s been proven hard to be displeased with him but it hurt none the less that he was currently displeased with you.

‘What would you want me to do to make it up to you, golden boy?’ You asked softly, not wanting to make any sudden moves without Adam’s approval. He kept silent for a bit but he kept fidgeting in place as though he had a lot that he wanted to say but couldn’t find the right words to them or was too embarrassed to say what was on his mind; once he found his voice, however the words he spoke in existence came out as a murmur and was too quiet for you to hear clearly enough.

‘What was that?’ You asked. ‘I said if you could…cuddle me.’ Adam said a little louder this time but still refused to look at you, possibly out of embarrassment of his request; A smile broke across your face as you were quick to open up your arms for him from your spot on the sofa, ‘get over here you doofus before I come and tickle you.’ Adam made a face as he looked at you from over his shoulder, ‘but I’m not ticklish.’ He says before getting up to join you, burying his head into your neck as his arms cling to you in a vice like grip.

‘That’s what everyone says before they’re tickle tortured.’ You replied, wiggling the fingers on one of your hands that sat at the back of his neck, causing him to attempt in avoiding your fingers but only proving to make zero progress as he only presses more of himself into you. ‘Stop.’ He whined but you weren’t so yielding, just because he accepted your cuddles didn’t mean Adam’s entirely forgiving of you of your past transgressions. ‘Am I forgiven?’ You asked as you then wiggled the fingers of your other hand against his side, making his reaction worse and a laugh left his lips.

‘Yes, yes your forgiven, now please stop torturing me.’ Adam cries and with that you ceased your tickling and instead tightened your hold on your golden boy, despite knowing he could easily break free from your grasp, but you were confident that he wouldn’t considering the way his body relaxed against you and the content look upon his face as a content smile stretched across his face; a whisper of thanks upon his lips.

[awesomesauce2929]

I can't explain the reason for the existence of such a headcanon, but how much I want Camparri to be a scary bastard. Imagine that his mouth could have the mouth structure of a goblin shark, and both of his jaws (the angel can change the look and shape of his teeth, he can change his regular teeth into fangs!) could extend forward. Camparri is still the same ordinary space angel and teacher of the god of destruction. It's just that his outward appearance a trip to the supernatural valley

I'll take this art as an example https://www.tumblr.com/deadwooddross/148848289157/yearl-is-certainly-a-dazzling-specimen-she-knows +

Camparri enjoys being scary, an extraordinary being possessing no qualms. It's mostly a joke but I do see why Mule does sit forward in Mosco suit to avoid witnessing Campari's many forms, including his angel shark form. Mosco finds the supernatural path Campari takes frequently, quite interesting and terrifying. That is why Mule is more interested in robots like Eyre xD.

His hair in his original design could resemble dorsal fins that sharks have but slighly curved, his gills at his neck which he had another set of gills on another side of his neck similar to the humans' pulses. Imagine Campari's smile with all of that fangs, incredible right? I dare to say the sweetest smile he have, the more fangs are out hehehe.

Also why not he transform into a full body goblin shark that Camparri can stand on his shark tail fins and swim in the sky, again to scare everyone and being himself.

I got a similar headcanon related to this, that Campari himself made forms inspired by the species and some divine deities' creations that are no longer alive or died out long ago because he finds them cool and some forms are near to his true angel elditch form which he consider it as perfect since the true angel elditch form is a gift from his father - the Grand Priest.

I tried my best to sketch the idea of angel shark Camparri, I might colour it later on.

[possibly-god]

So I saw a post about ElfQuest somewhere forever ago that popped back into my head For Some Reason Thanks Autism and it was someone saying that not only must elves and trolls share a common ancestor, they must be subspecies of the same creature, which... Okay, on one level it makes sense for them to be related species, they're both intelligent immortal humanoids/primates from the same planet. The issue that sticks with me is that the extent of their argument was "Two-Edge exists" - again, makes sense on the surface based on how cross-breeding works in real life, but a quick glance at canon shows that the existence of one "trelf" proves jack shit about Abodean taxonomy.

POINT #1 - WE DON'T KNOW IF TWO-EDGE IS FERTILE

Looking at real-world genetics, while only members of the same/closely related species can produce fertile offspring, there's plenty of real life examples of related species interbreeding to produce infertile hybrids - mules, ligers, etc. With no evidence of Two-Edge having any children, it can't be said conclusively that trolls and elves are closely related.

Well okay, but that still proves they're related species, right?

NOPE, because this is a fantasy world and even if Two-Edge had twenty kids it wouldn't actually prove anything because-

POINT #2 - ELVES CAN MAGICALLY BREED ACROSS THE SPECIES BARRIER

The existence of Timmorn Yellow-Eyes and his descendants the Wolfriders demonstrates that, with a little shapeshifting, elves can produce fertile hybrid offspring with unrelated organisms. Either elves and wolves are the same species when they come from entirely different planets, or genetics is powerless in the face of elven magic.

But there wasn't any shapeshifting involved with Two-Edge's parents!

Are you sure?

POINT #3 - WINNOWILL IS A TRICKY BITCH

Winnowill, Two-Edge's elven mother, is the most powerful flesh-shaper in the entire ElfQuest series, and while the series defines flesh-shaping and shapeshifting separately... are they really? Winnowill herself explains that different disciplines of magic may spring from the same source, that Leetah's healing power may be nurtured into flesh-shaping ability - and shapeshifting may well be the level after that. What are Winnowill's modifications of Tyldak and her own aquatic and human guises if not a shifting of shape? And we know that flesh-shaping can be effective on a genetic level - Winnowill herself is able to edit the infant Windkin's genome to remove his wolf blood and make him pure elf, and the flesh-shaped aquatic features of Wavedancer elves are heritable as proven by baby Korafay. It's not hard to conclude that with practice, flesh-shaping could evolve into shapeshifting, and Winnowill certainly has plenty of practice. The question of why Winnowill would put so much magical effort into a child she fucking hates remains, but knowing her and her pride in her power, she very well might have tried to break the species barrier just to prove she could.

CONCLUSION - Elves and trolls might be related but they certainly aren't conclusively the same species and ElfQuest biology is weird as balls.

[thetiniestfangirl]

i’m sleepless and delirious so i thought fuck it. i’m finally gonna share my aftg oc i’ve been sitting on for nearly three years now with y’all. why now? because i’m really proud of her.

warning, this runs the risk of portraying some characters as ooc so i’d love to hear what parts stood out to you as such so i can amend it. second warning, this is batshit. but that’s why we love aftg, right?

anyhoo. our story begins back in the days where wymack was hooking up with kayleigh. now we know man’s was a slut way back when, so what was to stop him from unintentionally siring another baby with a toxic french women?

this introduces us to darcy, wymack’s daughter and kevin’s half sister that neither know exists. she’s raised by her alcoholic mother, who carries a disdain for both her child and exy. this leads darcy to start playing it as a way to escape her mother’s house and it soon becomes her favourite thing in the world.

this is where her backstory takes a bit of inspiration from fezco’s on euphoria. darcy’s mother drinks herself to death and the little girl is taken in by her mother’s sister, a drug dealer. darcy starts off as a mule in her aunt’s ring but slowly rises in the ranks; she’s as skilled in her science and maths as well as she is with a shotgun. she aiming to succeed her aunt’s role when she steps down but when celine (her aunt) sees how good a striker she is, she applies darcy for the fox scholarship at palmetto.

the foxes are not at all what she’s expecting. they’re a shit team and going nowhere fast. not about to throw away the fresh start she’s been handed, darcy throws herself into curating a new image for herself. college athletics is all about branding, right? and the girl knows a thing or two about marketing. she becomes an easy fan favourite overnight, adored for her charm in interviews, her skill and sass on the court and her #relatabilty on social media. she’s a performer and a good one at that.

but the girl isn’t perfect. she’s smiling at cameras and sneering back at her teammates. she’s angry, violently so. it’s the kind of anger that bubbles under the skin until it explodes. though she completely renounces her dealing, she still hangs on to her pistols (she’s liscensed and registered). just in case.

while her exy personality gains her the ire of riko, her real one catches the eye of andrew minyard and his monsters. after a series of torment and trials (leading to a physical altercation that leaves the lot of them bloodied and bruised as well as the columbia house trashed), darcy is inducted into the monsters. while andrew has no reason to trust her past, he knows that good dealers never sample their goods. he also knows that darcy’s reputation means more to her than anything at palmetto. this is what leads him to appoint darcy as somewhat of aaron’s keeper of sobriety in exchange for his protection of her. btw this all occurs the year before neil arrives.

okay. i’m sleepy so that’s enough chaos for now. lemme know if you wanna hear more or if you have any questions. this lore goes fucking deep.

[sarahmadisonxoxo]

A vampire taking shelter in a church with one of the most beautiful men he’d ever laid eyes on. It was almost enough to be funny without mentioning the gorgeous man’s condition that made his blood completely undrinkable.

It was one of the main reasons Astarion hadn’t decided to drain him dry earlier on in their travels. That and the gorgeous man known as Gale Dekarios came along with the worst kind of baggage in a girlfriend. Morreo? Mildly Annoying? No that wasn’t her name and she was far more than mildly annoying…. treating Gale like he was nothing more than an a pack mule.

They were the first people Astarion had come across in what felt like years. So while animals were wonderful for food, even the vampire had to admit at some point he enjoyed the company of another person.

Gale was resourceful and easy to talk to. His unwillingness to let… Morena? No that wasn’t it… Moses? have anything but the best even in a survival situation had Astarion seeing things again he once thought were luxuries of the past.. Like hot showers or sleeping the entire night.

Unfortunately such luxuries… even so small, made him forget about the real dangers that could exist out in the world. Just because people weren’t freely walking around in the daytime didn’t mean they weren’t there.

It was something Gale had to learn the hard way as milkshake was taken right before his eyes by a group of raiders.

No her name wasn’t milkshake either.. but it was irrelevant now.

Gale tried to rescue her but all his efforts earned him were new future scars.

Neither of the men spoke as they raided the church for supplies. Gathering what little they found in a pile on the alter floor.

Once they finished picking over every corner of the church and securing the entrances inside both men sat around the pile. Gale mindlessly reaching out to begin using the little bit of supplies to treat Astarion, who had gotten out in much better shape than himself. Tears freely streaming down his beautiful face making Astarion’s heart ache for not being able to do more.

His friend was hurting and he could do nothing.

“Gale.. we really need to patch you up first. “ the vampire whispered, cupping his hand over Gales to still it.

Their eyes met and for a moment the rain outside was the only thing to be heard.

“ Astarion… I’ve already lost Mystra today.. I can’t risk losing you to. “ he swallowed the lump in his throat. Pausing before he completely broke down. “ I won’t survive out here on my own”

“ oh you.. “ Astarion paused feeling tears well up at his own eyes. “ I’m not going anywhere Gale. I promise.”

Neither one of the men could sleep that night. Cuddling one another under a pile of blankets they sat behind the alter jumping at every noise until the sun crept through the windows the next morning.

Gale would only later come to know the attack was planned by Mystra and was meant for Gale. A mistake saved Gales life .

[w98pops]

idk if you've talked about this yet or if its spoilers but how do Wendy and Chance meet and start working together? I love to see them

OWWW OWWW THIS IS SO FUN!!! I feel like the only logical thing to do for Chance after surviving the poison attempt would follow the group to the Goodsprings WHERE he wouldn't of course reach them but would meet the designated target.

Realistically, Chance has no reason to cooperate with a random child who couldnt even hold her gun properly but Khans do travel in groups and he needed someone to cover his back on the way to Novac. I feel like either of them were outright planning to kill Benny, Wendy was really going to Primm to make sure her foster parents knew she was okay and Chance followed the trail of Benny to reunite with his friends, but then Primm was not safe for Wendy to stay there and then they went to Novac and then Wendy didn't like Novac (although she thought Manny was cool and he taught her some basics around a sniper rifle) and then they went to Boulder City and Chance got really REALLY mad at Benny and Wendy was still a bit sore after a point blank between her eyes and the magic of Vegas lights seemed to promise her something new ... the rest is history :)

Their companionship is a bit odd but they are a good team, even though at the start Chance did just dragged her out into the desert because riding the Mojave alone is dangerous and he can always use her as a meat shield or a mule :D

In all seriousness, I feel like if it weren't for his company, Wendy wouldve died not even halfway through the journey. She's no superhero STR 10 or a stealth mastermind. Just a little courier girl in a big big world tryna do her best and miserably failing. Their bound does not come from some sort of guilt or pity Chance has, he would've punched her in the face and it wouldve ended her instantly, the bound exist solely by days and weeks of travelling together, proving and trusting each other, lord know how rare is it to find a trust-worthy companion in the Mojave. Wendy would never actually replace any Khan (even become one for that matter) but she's a good girl and Chance knows that :) OOC or not I think Chance is a pretty chill guy and their partnership with my courier is my favorite thing ever I DONT CARE!!! I LOVE THEM!!!

And thank you for asking I couldnt get them outta my head ever since I saw the ask 😭

[krewssleuth]

# _ this is the crime kitchen after all.

ib:: their video (i work at a criminal kitchen) content:: murder, crimes, illegal stuff, it isn't as dark n very generic soo note:: first post let's go! (btw i'm still working on a better post design) help why was this so good?! why do 2am works turn out better than when i'm fully awake. also, i need to find proper ages for them to make it make sense.

The Killer ; Painting Rainbows

- An infamous 'alien hunter' in the community. Lunar knew of her as the head honcho in dealing of illegal items. Rainbow then got in touch with Funneh and thus got hired.

- She used to work at the sandwich store until the owner was arrested. Rainbow wasn't arrested due to the government wanting to hide the truth of aliens existance. She also harvests organs which are mainly hearts but doesn't tell how she got them so as to not get anyone else in trouble for her crimes, which I find pretty sweet (Rainbow being sweet is a canon event!)

The Knockout ; Golden Glare

- A fashionable ex-model, now hired at the Sandwich Store due to her ties with Rainbow. Gold knew her from school as Rainbow was called a 'lunatic' for believing that aliens exist. She didn't mind Rainbow as she found her quite 'normal' and understanding when it's just them two.

- She bought her fame, until one day her manager threatened to expose her. The man has helped her too much and demanded a higher pay. Gold being the greedy woman she was, declined and her manager launched at her with a knife. She was able to kill him out of defence, still traumatised by her actions, yet craving for more. The ex-model served her years for manslaughter, then losing her popularity.

The Mastermind ; Funneh Cake

- A young, avaricious money launderer who continued the business out of fun. Funneh hired Lunar, slowly bonding over time. After Funneh bought the place, she had Lunar and Draco invest in the Sandwich Store. She did find it strange that Gold and Rainbow wanted to work there but didn't question it much.

- She found out about the place from rumours that the place had 'aliens'. The thing that truly caught her interest was guns; a popular illegally-bought item. Who on Earth would buy alien bodies or human hearts? Some Science geek who is unafraid to get arrested? Funneh later got in touch with Draco, a man who could cover up their tracks when needed.

The Mule ; Lunar Eclipse

- A blood-thirsty money mule who knows too much about the dark web. Lunar had searched far and wide for quick cash, for unknown reasons. She was only a few years younger than Funneh, deciding then to be her money mule.

- She started off buying illegal items off of the dark web then selling it to classmates and schoolmates, making sure to make profit. She then crossed paths with Funneh while dealing in an alleyway, until Funneh hired her. Lunar found it strange but wanted the money, and since then they have become two peas in a pod.

The Silencer ; Draconite Dragon

- A quick-witted intelligencer that will do whatever it takes to protect his co-workers. Draco met Funneh through the heads of their respective crime families. She found him useful to the team, while he found her and the group interesting. Almost like he knew them, for a long a time. As though he had talked to them every day, had shared great memories with them, lived happily with the team of five.

- Draco is often at a nearby bar or library, eavesdropping on any information that the police knows about him and the others. He would of course report back to Funneh on anything urgent, not wanting to kill off too many people but still, he makes sure to get rid of any person that could risk the group's lives. The four women were very important to him. He never knew why but will never question his heart and soul.

[ Dyaa M_'s LOG Ended. ]